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beegomess · 5 months ago

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hii! absolutely love ur posts 🫶🫶

i was wondering if you'd write a bsfs to lovers, mattheoxreader. Like, they've been childhood friends, and kinda of a 'she fell first, he fell harder' lol. Kinda corny but still vv cutesy and fluffy

totally alr if not!

tysm 💗

M.R. || In how many ways can you love him?

Summary: You and Mattheo grew up together, but falling in love with him didn't seem like a good idea, unless he came to do the same some time later…. Warnings: cute and romantic.

A/N: I really hope you like it. I apologize for the delay, I wanted to do something well done!

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He was still a child when their paths crossed for the first time. The boy, with black curls and a somewhat lost look, sat next to him at the huge Slytherin table, right after the Selector Hat ceremony. The table, with its long wooden benches and a soft lighting that seemed to emanate a mystical glow of floating candles, was the stage of new friendships and alliances.

You watched him with curiosity and a warm smile, a friendly gesture that for him was almost a surprise. Raised in a home where feelings were non-existent, his kindness seemed like a strange contrast, but welcome. The last name, which made whispers circulate through the hall and kept the teachers on alert, was something that did not intimidate you. After all, you had always been immune to family pressures and expectations, living your childhood immersed in imagination and carefree games, with no time to understand what surnames were good or bad for you. The only daughter of a traditional family, pure-blood and fervently loyal to obscure figures, you at the time barely knew the true extent of the influence of these individuals.

Mattheo, with few friendship options in his new environment, has found in you a safe haven. Without knowing it, he was about to enter into a relationship that would become a fundamental foundation in his life. His family, despite not being overly affectionate, was a better refuge than the dark environment provided by Bellatrix. Accepting Mattheo was a gesture of generosity that quickly became something essential; he found in his house a new form of belonging, mainly because, due to the implicit rivalry, the family itself would not welcome him with open arms, especially Draco, with whom he had a feeling of competitiveness created by the blonde.

The birthdays and natals in his house became annual milestones for Mattheo, and he became a constant and comforting presence during his pre-adolescence. The proximity between you has grown, and in several moments, he became your closest friend. During the first year at Hogwarts, you explored every corner of the school with enthusiasm and mischief. Mattheo, with bright eyes and a mischievous smile, ventured in search of Pirraça, the poltergeist, and together, you two created confusions that made the uncontrolled spirit want to move away.

In the second year, a visit to Hogsmeade brought a new layer to their friendship. It was there that you met Theodore Nott, a boy who, despite his closed and reserved countenance, found in you a welcoming and genuine friendship. At the same time, your approach with Pansy Parkinson, the girl with whom you shared the room, brought a new balance to your social life. Having a close female friend was a refreshing relief, a company that contrasted with the intense and often overwhelming presence of the boys.

Mattheo, always attentive and available, listened to his complaints and confessions with a patience that bordered on the exceptional. He offered thoughtful advice, and you trusted him completely. However, there were nuances of your feelings that you began to perceive, something subtle and still in formation, as if a veil of change began to be drawn. You initially ignored these changes, preferring to stay in the course of friendships and daily adventures.

Over time, during the end of the second year, murmurs and malicious jokes arose about the proximity between you and Mattheo. Some colleagues began to speculate and make insinuating comments about the nature of your relationship. Despite the provocations, you kept your composure, simply disregarding the gossip and continuing to enjoy the solid friendship you had built. For you, what really mattered was the genuine bond you shared, a firm foundation in a world full of uncertainties and intrigues.

During that year's vacation, you exchanged letters and met a few times. In each of these encounters, his heart seemed to beat faster and differently, as if he was trying to free himself from a subtle enchantment. The way you watched him changed: every detail of your face, every trace of your expression seemed more intense and fascinating. He looked even more handsome when he smiled, and every time that happened, you felt a mixture of admiration and anxiety.

His parents, who always preferred a male child, treated Mattheo almost as if he were a family member. Gifts, school expenses and even money for fun were offered to him with the same generosity as to you. This closeness made your feelings for Mattheo slow to emerge, since you were treated and treated like brothers, which sometimes made you lose hope.

Her best friend, Pansy, soon realized what was happening. At the beginning of the third year, on the night of her return to Hogwarts, she listened carefully as you talked about the holidays and how much Mattheo showed up at your house, something you loved.

- You really like him, don't you? - Pansy asked, with a suggestive tone that made you turn quickly to face her.

- What do you mean by that? - Your shame made you turn to the bed, pretending to fix the covers while your face turned scarlet. - Of course I like him, we grew up together.

Pansy rolled her eyes, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she prepared to sleep.

- You know that's not what I'm talking about... - You sighed, trying to divert the conversation. - Please, he'll never notice how you feel if you keep treating him just like a friend.

You considered what she said, but soon tried to change the subject to escape the restlessness.

- Pansy, let's stop this and sleep. - You laughed, trying to disguise, but as soon as your head rested on the pillow, your mind wandered to that afternoon when other girls threw themselves on Mattheo. He seemed to have changed so much since the previous year, and you only noticed now.

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In the following weeks, you experienced some silly things, like wearing a perfume that he complimented some time ago, or sitting with him in class, enjoying every joke he told you in whispers. You even rested your head on your shoulder during the late afternoon, while watching the Black Lake with its waves swinging to the taste of the light wind.

Every week that passed, you seemed even more attracted to him, but also more and more upset. The girls cared little about his presence when they wanted to flirt with him, and he always corresponded, every time, without exception. Weeks turned into months and, when you realized, you had already been going through this anguish for a year.

You had made your feelings so evident that even Theodore noticed. In a Snape class, after seeing you turn to his and Mattheo's table and smile at Riddle, Theodore leaned over to his friend to whisper something inaudible to the others.

- I think she likes you. - Mattheo frowned, with a confused expression.

- Who are you talking about? - Theo didn't answer with words, he just directed his eyes to you. Riddle followed his friend's gaze and became even more confused, but forced a laugh. - Oh, please, Theo...

- You're pathetic for pretending you don't see. - Theodore commented and laughed, going back to what he was doing, while Mattheo nodded negatively, completely disagreeing with Nott.

On the other hand, Pansy asked you to forget him, seeing how sad you looked every time he canceled appointments with you to go out with other girls. When it wasn't for that, it was when he came to tell you about how the girls were with him. His heart shattered with every word. Pansy began to practically hate him for having the power to do you good and evil at the same time.

- Maybe you should take some time for yourself... We can go out and go shopping or sleepovers with the other girls. - She suggested, stroking her hair while you hugged her after telling her what had happened this time. - You need to get away from him, Y/N. Mattheo may have been your first love, but it certainly won't be the last.

You understood all this, but it was very difficult to put it into practice. It was like tearing out a part of your life by force. The way he didn't seem to have noticed your absence in the following days only encouraged you to continue.

You did everything Pansy suggested: you went out with her, made new friends, and even other boys started to be more interested in you. Mattheo ended up looking for you after some time and you even gently accepted him, but it was as if you were just friends now. You began to understand that he would never really see you in any other way than that, and maybe this was already starting to be acceptable to you.

The relationship with him seemed lighter after this break. You went out a few times to Hogsmeade, and you made him laugh easily under the watchful eye of Theodore, who usually accompanied you. He, as Mattheo's closest friend now, was starting to like how you interacted. Before, he felt a certain guilt and even pity for seeing you sad, but now it was as if you didn't care about the girls' looks anymore.

At the same time, you began to notice the presence of a certain boy, who smiled at you when he met you in the corridors or during classes. Riddle began to miss the times when you turned your face to smile at him every morning in early classes. Instead, he saw you answering small notes that other boys sent you in class. In a job passed by McGonagall, Mattheo practically ran to you to make sure they would do the job together.

The roles seemed to have reversed, and Theodore had fun with the irony of fate. Mattheo hated it when the boys flirted with you, even when he was together, or when they pretended to have problems in some subject just to spend hours with you in the library. And even more so when they insisted on accompanying her to her dormitory after the parties in the communal room. The latter was a huge torture for him, since he knew that this was one of the ways the boys used to finally kiss someone.

The morning after that party, you sat next to Mattheo during breakfast, as you always did. Yes, he tortured himself all night thinking about how long that boy who found you in the dark corridors took to return to the common room, but he tried to ward off this thought, focusing on the fact that on that day, you would go out together and everything would go back to normal. However, his happiness lasted a few minutes.

- So, where are we going first today? - Mattheo asked with a smile on his face, leaning towards you. His face, however, formed a strange expression, something like regret. - What was it?

- Matt, I'm sorry. I completely forgot that we scheduled to go out today... - He was still confused, he just smiled in response, as if the answer was obvious.

- All right, Theo and I can wait for you. - Theodore, on the other hand, had already understood what was happening and just muffled a low laugh.

- No, Mattheo, I'm ready... - His face looked even more confused as he stared at you, who had a slight smile on his face. - It's just that Adrian invited me yesterday and I accepted. But it's okay for you, isn't it? After all, we can go another day if you want.

- Adrian? - He asked still incredulous. - Adrian Pucey? You don't even know him. - Mattheo disdained and Theodore paid even more attention, looking forward to what was to come.

- Mattheo, I don't think you've been listening to me lately. - You smiled, but your irritation was visible to those who knew you. - I've been going out with him for a while, just yesterday we were at the party.

- Yes, but I thought it was just one more of those boys who keep chasing you... - He started, but you interrupted him.

- Don't play dumb, Matt. Even Theo knew... - You waved to Theodore, who confirmed with a gesture, making Mattheo even more angry. A brief silence followed, but you didn't let it last long. - Very well, see you later. - You got up from the table when you saw the other Slytherin waiting for you at the exit of the Great Hall.

Mattheo watched you walk away with a smile that he believed was exclusive to his presence. In the vision distorted by jealousy, it seemed that you only needed to jump when Pucey gave you a light kiss on the cheek, which made a knot form in his stomach. Meanwhile, Theodore just watched the way he clenched his jaw in frustration.

After that morning, Theodore had to endure Mattheo's bad mood for the rest of the week, a constant weight that hovered over him. Meanwhile, you, irritated by the way Mattheo seemed upset with you, avoided your presence for several days. Silence and distance have become your way of dealing with the growing tension between you.

During this period, Mattheo kept a calculated distance, but couldn't help but watch you when he wasn't looking. He spent hours huddled in a corner, his eyes fixed on you during classes, with a tumultuous mind. Every laugh you shared with Pucey was a blow of pain for him. He felt that something was deeply out of place, a cruel disorder in the balance of his world. But the worst was still to come that night.

It was another one of those typical parties in the common room, an event full of laughter and muffled music. Theodore watched Mattheo with a close eye, watching him fix his eyes on you as you approached the sofa where he and Nott were sitting. You were stunning that night, the light of the torches enhancing the brightness of your smile as you settled next to them.

Since Mattheo's feelings began to manifest, he had unconsciously stopped noticing other girls. This change happened so naturally that he didn't even notice. It was as if, suddenly, the world around you had become a colorless blur compared to the brightness you radiated. The empty space next to him at the party seemed to be the materialization of an unverbalized desire, a silent invitation that he did not know how to accept.

Mattheo was completely consumed by a love that dragged him into an abyss of anguish and unrequited desire. Every furtive look of yours towards you was a silent torture, a constant reminder of the intense and unattainable desire you felt. His thoughts revolved incessantly around you, and the simple fact of seeing you interact with another boy with a deep void forming in his chest, an acute pain that seemed to corrode his soul. At parties and meetings, Mattheo felt like a powerless spectator, trapped in a passion that left him distressed and desolate.

Mattheo, however, remembered the reality, seeing you smile gently at him and Theo while you talked quietly with your friend.

- What happened? Doesn't your dear Adrian accompany you in these places? - Riddle's tone was cruel, clearly demonstrating his pain. - I thought they were together here too, since they practically live together now...

You noticed the cold tone, the smile on your face falls and a confused expression takes over.

- What's wrong with you? Why are you so upset? - Your tone was not accusatory, you were really inclined to understand why he moved so far away.

On the other hand, Theo just carefully observed each interaction.

- I'm not upset. - Riddle practically murmured while quickly drinking the last sip of the drink in his glass, getting up soon after.

You and Theo looked at each other, looking for answers in each other, but both just found doubts.

When you went out to look for him, you couldn't find Mattheo anywhere at the party. I was about to give up when an idea came to your mind: the astronomy tower. Taking a deep breath, he climbed the winding stairs, feeling his heart tighten with each step. Upon reaching the top, the night breeze cut his skin, bringing with it the cold air characteristic of the altitude. The wind was strong, hissing in your ears while the stars shone in the dark sky, as far away as the boy you were looking for seemed to be.

Mattheo was there, leaning against the iron railing, with a lit cigarette between his fingers. He didn't seem to notice his arrival, fixing his gaze on the horizon. The smoke mixed with the cold air, creating a soft fog around it.

- The party doesn't seem like your kind of fun today - you commented, trying to break the silence lightly as you approached.

He released the smoke slowly, without looking at you.

- Maybe it's not. Maybe I don't have patience for the same old things anymore.

You crossed your arms, both because of the cold and because of the tension that was beginning to arise.

- What's going on?

He didn't answer immediately, taking another drag on the cigarette. You waited, but Mattheo's indifference began to annoy you.

- Mattheo, say something. - he insisted, his tone getting firmer.

He put out the cigarette against the cold iron, finally turning his face to face you. His eyes were gloomy, loaded with a weight that you couldn't decipher.

- What I don't understand is why you keep getting closer to Adrian... - The words came out with an unexpected acidity. You blinked, surprise.

- Adrian? What does it have to do with him? We're leaving, yes, but you don't have the right to question me about it. - He took a step forward, his expression hardening.

- I see you together all the time. I don't know how you don't realize how ridiculous this looks.

His heart began to beat harder, but now out of anger.

- Ridiculous? Mattheo, you went out with several girls while I was... while I was here, waiting for you to notice! - The words came out in an outburst that you didn't even know you were keeping. - And you never cared what I thought. How can you want to charge me something like that now?

He looked at you, his face tense for a moment before softening.

- It wasn't the same thing, and you know it. - You laughed, incredulous.

- Wasn't it the same thing? Of course it was. You're just not used to seeing things turning against you. - Mattheo looked down for a moment, as if he was fighting against his own emotions.

- I... I was trying not to get attached. I thought it was better that way, so as not to hurt you. But then Pucey came, and I realized it wasn't working. - He sighed, his voice getting lower. - I don't know how to deal with it. With... us.

His words hit you almost unreally. It was all you had wanted to hear for so long, but now, it seemed so distant, as if he was revealing something too late. The silence that fell between you was heavy, full of unsaid things.

- And what do you want me to do, Mattheo? That I end everything with Adrian just because you finally decided to realize it? - His voice had no more anger, just a sadness that even you didn't expect to feel.

He looked at you, the vulnerable expression, something that was rarely seen in him.

- I don't know. All I know is that... that I care about you. More than I should.

The anger you felt was softening, but that didn't mean that things were resolved. The words you dreamed so much of hearing were finally there, but the time, the context, everything seemed wrong.

- That doesn't make sense now, Mattheo - you murmured, taking a step back, feeling the icy wind chill your skin. - I waited so long for this, and now... I don't know what to think.

He took a step towards her, his eyes intense.

- I'm not asking you to decide now. I just want you to know.

The silence between you two was loaded, the night wind cold and insistent, but the cold you felt seemed to come from within, not only from the wind that cut the air. Mattheo was there, so close, and even with all the barriers he had put up, you felt that something had finally broken. He looked at you in a way he had never had before - there was no longer the distant mystery, but a raw intensity that revealed everything he had been hiding.

You felt a tightness in your chest, your mind spinning in a spiral of doubts and conflicting feelings. But before he could formulate any answer, Mattheo took another step towards him, closing the distance between you. His breathing was heavy, his breath mixed with the smell of cigarettes, and when his eyes met, the world seemed to stop for a moment.

- I tried to get away - he murmured, his voice hoarse, but with a sincerity that you had never heard before. - I swear I tried. But I can't, I can't see you with him, or with anyone else. I can't stand it.

Your heart shot, the weight of his words falling on you like a wave. Reason screamed to keep your distance, not to give in so easily, but every part of you longed for that. He was a mystery that held you, that pulled you into a deep abyss, but at the same time, he was the only one who made your heart beat like that.

- And what do you expect me to do, Mattheo? - your voice came out softer than you intended, the cold around you contrasting with the heat that grew in your chest.

He raised his hand, hesitating for a moment before gently touching his face, his thumb sliding down his cheek with a delicacy that seemed impossible coming from him. Your touch was hot, and the simple gesture made you close your eyes for a second, absorbing the moment.

- I want you to choose me - he whispered, his voice low and full of emotion. - Choose me, not him. Not anymore. Not after everything I... that we...

Before he finished the sentence, you interrupted him, feeling that the words were no longer enough. His lips met his in a sudden, impulsive movement, as if all the accumulated desire had exploded at once. Mattheo reacted immediately, pulling you closer, and the kiss that started soft quickly intensified, full of passion and all the tension you had repressed for so long.

The icy breeze around became insignificant, as if the heat between you was the only real element at that moment. His hands intertaced in your hair, and his arms wrapped you tightly, as if he wanted to make sure you didn't escape anymore. Every second seemed like an eternity, and at the same time, it wasn't enough.

When you finally moved away, his eyes were fixed on yours, his face still close enough for your breaths to mix.

- I've always wanted this - he admitted, his voice soft, almost vulnerable, while a smile appeared. - But I was too inattentive to realize how much I needed you. I won't make the same mistake again.

You stared at him, still trying to process what had just happened. With your heart racing, you smiled slightly, taking your hand to his face, tracing the line of your jaw.

He smiled, a rare smile, almost relieved, and nodded slowly, his eyes shining in a mixture of promise and desire.

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acerathia · 1 year ago

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pink camellias || Chapter 1: hyacinth

Chapter Summary:

purple hyacinth: sorrow

Wordcount: 3.2k

Read on AO3 || Masterlist

Pairing:

Bakugou Katsuki / Reader

Tags/CW:

royalty au, inspired by Mulan, war and its consequences, violence, childhood friends to strangers to companions to lovers (i am sorry), Angst, Acts of Service, Character Death (Major, and Minor), swordfights, misogyny, f!reader, kidnapping, implied torture, let me know if I missed anything lol

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I got too impatient, so, I'm posting the first chapter today lol, still, i hope you enjoy reading it!

You opened the windows as soon as you woke up. As the soft sunlight warmed your skin, you watched the breeze rustle the flowers of the garden. Beyond that garden was a beautifully constructed posh house, barely blocking your view to the adjacent village. The rows of different houses gave the scenery a special kind of feel. The view was breathtaking, the bustling of all these people making you feel alive under your skin.

You stood by the window, trying to discern the lives of the common people below you in the valley. There was a small stripe of forest bordering the village and the mansion, which stood atop a hill.

“I wonder how life is down there”, you mumbled before looking back to your bed.

The softest of fabric was spread over the king-sized bed and you slowly stepped closer, your hand enjoying the feel of silk between your fingers. Then with a tiny jump you threw yourself onto the mattress, sinking deeply in its comfort and warmth.

With a sigh, you tried to imagine living in such a village. Maybe you would operate a bakery, making tasty bread and confects. You would wake up early, which you usually would never even think about, but this was only imaginary. If you were lucky, you could watch the sunrise for some time, while waiting for the dough to rise. Your hands would be kneading and caressing the dough into different, but nonetheless tasty goodies for the day, the lit oven warming your back with a gentle sigh. It would hug the soft dough and prepare it for the day.

After the bread and sweets would be ready, you would open up the shop, awaiting the first jingle of the door. You would, as usual, greet the oncoming customers, the ones you saw regularly with some deep questions, and the newer ones with some welcoming small talk. Your heart would beat in happiness every time something of yours would find its home somewhere else. And if everything got sold, you would close the shop and head to the market to replenish some of your necessities. If not, you would go around and give the bread to someone who would need it at the moment, not wanting to let anyone go hungry.

You imagined such a routine to be relaxing and enjoyable, especially connecting with so many people. The wish to go out and change something for yourself lit a spark, even if the possibility of leaving this place without guard would never happen.

Some day you would wake up with the hope of appearing in another place, like the characters in your stories. Landing inside a novel with the knowledge of every scenario, being actively a part of some grand scheme or an adventure. But no matter how long you kept your eyes closed, you stayed in your little bland life.

Sometimes you would dare to write down some ideas, with your scrawly font. And while doing so you blamed yourself for not listening to your teacher when learning how to write. But you wrote. You wrote every little idea that emerged in your little head. Huffing and puffing when the intricate dreams vanished after waking up.

With a low grumble, you stared at your ceiling. You grew weary of only imagining things and felt the urge, the desire to actually live your own adventure.

“My Lady, I’ve brought water to wash up”, the voice of your maid Hana sounded before she entered the room.

You furrowed your brows, wondering how long you had been lying there, and if you would succeed in sneaking out, if your maid wouldn’t be so punctual. But you only greeted her and rolled from the bed to walk towards a stool.

While you were washing your face, Hana brushed your hair gently and got rid of all the knots taking residence on top of your head. You looked into the mirror, feeling the soft towel on your skin.

This was your face, even if you wished you were another person. No matter what you think, the baby fat on your face would not dwindle until much later. For a moment you wondered how soon your birthday was.

“You should go to the dining room to eat some breakfast, my Lady.”, Hana told you, after helping you into a simple baby blue wrapper. Something simple for your indoor endeavors, as you did not plan on leaving this mansion any time soon.

With a nod you made your way to the dining room, greeting your father, who was leaning over some papers spread over the table.

“Good morning sweetie, did you sleep well?”, he asked while stretching his arms for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Yes, thank you for asking, Father.”, you smiled with a slight crook, before turning to greet your mother the same way.

After the greetings, you took a seat and started eating your breakfast.

Despite the current silence at the table you were quite attached to your parents, as they were to you. They both were loving and warm and so doting on their only daughter. And who were you to resist getting spoiled like that? You would do anything for your parents, and even if you longed to go outside and experience new things, you were aware how your disappearance would break their hearts, and yours.

“Ah, we’re supposed to return to the palace today, did you prepare your luggage, or did you forget again?”, your mother started speaking with an amused smile after finishing the meal.

“Mother! Of course, I prepared everything! But, I’m still going to ensure that everything has its place.”, you hurriedly responded and jumped from your seat. Soft chuckle followed you out of the room.

How could you forget the return to the palace? Your father was the marquess and your mother attended to the queen herself. And despite your current young age, you wanted to make a good impression on the people living there, even if they may have already formed one around your person. But nothing speaks against working to better those impressions.

With the help of your maid, you threw everything you may need in that visit into a tiny case, fitting for your tiny stuff. And when Hana suggested you take your stuffed cat with you, you vehemently refused. Because what if someone saw it and thought of you as inferior? Especially little kids your age, they were usually the most vicious and you refused to be the victim of their bullying.

After making sure everything was in order, you let your maid help you into some outdoor gown with the same blue color as the other one. With a fitting pair of gloves and a bonnet, you were ready to leave your home for your stay at the palace.

Clutching Hana’s hand you made your way outside to the awaiting carriage. The coachman already heaving their luggage into its respective space. But you didn’t need his help to get into the carriage, not even Hana’s help. You grabbed some of the fabric of your dress and took the large step with one stride. The next step let you tumble into the insides of the carriage, where you immediately acted like everything went as planned.

Hana took the seat in front of you and the car slowly left the property. You knew that your parents were in the carriage in front of yours, so you did not fret and simply enjoyed the passing sights of the marquisate.

After a couple of minutes, someone slightly shook you and you blearily opened your eyes. You didn’t remember closing them in the first place. Did you already arrive at your destination? That was weird, you thought the way would take some hours. But beggars shouldn’t be choosers and you didn’t mind that very convenient time skip of sleep. Even if you now felt tired and grumpy.

With half-closed lids you let Hana lead you to the inside of the palace, where you already occupy a room. This wasn’t the first time your character visited the palace, but every time felt like it was. And no matter how much you wanted to look around, you felt drained and wanted nothing more than to continue your nap in peace.

The moment you stepped into the room, you threw yourself onto the bed, without care of your bonnet falling off your head. But for some reason you could not fall asleep again, making you whine into the soft pillows, before sitting up.

And before you could even plan anything for the afternoon, someone started knocking on your door.

“Hello! We were wondering if you wanted to play knights with us?”, a boy your age with bright green eyes, Izuchan, asked you with a smile, the moment you opened the door. Another was lingering with crossed arms and a slight scowl.

You turned to look at Hana, who just nodded with a sigh before you also nodded to the boys in front of you. “Yes! I’d love to participate in a game!”

With that, you followed them outside, where the sun shone upon your heads and warmed you slightly.

They immediately started clashing their wooden swords and began screaming something about ‘villains’ and ‘crime’. You wondered when it would be your turn, but you didn’t hold a wooden sword in your hands.

For some reason you felt the need to fix it, so you started wandering to the training camp of the real knights, looking for some kind of sword you might be able to use.

The only thing you discovered were of course actual knights in training. Their movements and the swing of the sword in their hands were mesmerizing and you could not help yourself but stare. Their flow seemed like a hidden dance, its steps only obtained by the truly worthy.

You felt trapped in watching the blades clash, eliciting bursts of tiny stars. A desire to wield this magic grew in you and a grin formed itself across your face. Now you fully understood the reason everyone admired knights. And you desired to be one.

You barely managed to rip your gaze from their dangerous dance only to see the object you were seeking only minutes ago. Without a second thought, you grabbed the wooden sword to return to the fighting boys. Only to see them running towards the training grounds, their gaze focused on something behind you.

And what were you supposed to do but follow them? So you ran with them towards a group of people converging around a massive person.

“Allmight!”, Izuchan gasped and started talking about the best knight in this whole kingdom and you couldn’t do anything but listen with rapt attention and interest.

Kacchan tried to get to the overrun knight, but before he had the possibility of reaching him, Allmight found the right timing to detach himself from the crowd and thus was missed when the boy finally broke through.

The blond started raging, concealing his disappointment in a fit of anger and screams. The other boy tried to calm him down, yelling ‘Kacchan’ to get his attention.

Undeterred by his outburst you gripped the wooden sword tighter in your hand and declared something to him, maybe you hoped to calm him down or to distract him from his missing hero.

“I am going to be a knight! One better than you!”, you declared war on these two young boys, who were supposed to be your friends, but your ambitions seemed to destroy any semblance of kinship.

“Hah? A girl can’t be a knight, are you stupid?”, Kacchan immediately replied, his anger only simmering, but directed at you nonetheless.

“You’re stupid!”

While you could have replied with a better comeback, annoyance made your brain empty, only the desire to show him filling you to the brim.

Without waiting for the next words of this brash boy, you turned and ran towards the toy dummy, which has been abandoned offside the actual training grounds. You didn’t care if your dress stained, the seams filling with mud, as you hit the dummy repeatedly, acting as if you were already a seasoned knight.

The two boys joined you soon after. And while the blond and you could not do anything but push each other into anger, you still played with your wooden swords, even if any of you would have dared to say that it has been a fight for life and death.

And if your maid clicked her tongue and reprimanded you for ruining your dress, you only responded with your dreams and hopes of becoming a knight. Out of necessity, your maid had, soon after that conversation full of sighs and aspirations, sewn you some proper clothing resembling the ones of a knight.

With your pants and shirt, you continued to fight your friends at every possibility, even if it meant getting stained in blue blood underneath your skin and ripped hair between your fingernails.

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The seasons have passed and you still lived at the palace with your mother. You spent your daily life studying everything this place had to offer and everything your duty obliged you. But the moment you managed to free yourself some time, the people found you in a pair of pants, swinging that old wooden sword with your friends.

Finally, you had finished your reading for the day, getting some free time for your extracurricular activities. But before the teacher could properly dismiss you, your maid knocked and entered the room, a grave expression marring her face.

“Miss, I’m afraid, your mother is at death's door…”, she started speaking, but you jumped from your chair, grabbing the fabric of your dress to allow you to run as fast as you managed.

Your mother, your dear, loving mother, laid there, unmoving in her too-big bed. Her pale frame almost sunk into the soft fabric of the bedding and you were afraid. You were so afraid to step too close and to hurt her.

Still, you carefully sat at the end of the bed, taking her hand in yours, as soft as your rough hands cared to achieve. You only had eyes for her, everyone around you nothing but a blur. Nonetheless, you caught some pieces of information from the people hurrying around you in a senseless frenzy. The white plague. Your mother has been suffering under the act of consumption for longer than any of the people around her anticipated. Her paleness mistaken for lack of sun and worry. Her feverishly red cheeks and lips simply for a mistake in the chosen shade.

You wondered how long she had been plagued by this illness. How long had she been suffering without anyone taking notice? Had she already known prior to this?

Suddenly her lack of presence in your life in the last couple of months started to make sense. She knew you would have noticed her lack of energy immediately. How could you not? Your mother used to be the sun in any dark room. Her presence soothing and warm, even if bright. This woman in front of you was nothing but a pale, sick shadow of her old self. And it hurt you.

It hurt to see the most important person in your life suffer and on the brink of death. Oh, how you would do anything to soothe her aches and take her pains away.

Something cold dripped onto your hands, but you were not able to find the source of those tiny drops. Not until you took a shuddering gasp and a sob broke free, your lungs yearning to scream and cry.

Even if you grew weary and bored of your life, you cared for this woman, it drove you crazy. How were you supposed to move on after this?

People grabbed your sobbing shoulders, but you refused to let go of her frail hand. Someone was whispering empty words into you and you didn’t react with anything but a heartbreaking wail, lowering your head against her hand, pressing her cold skin against your cheeks.

Despite your vehement protest, someone managed to loosen your grip around your dead mother, leading you into your room. After getting pushed onto your own bed, everything became a blur.

You barely noticed getting moved around or getting into a carriage. The only thing you numbly remember was the regret of not telling your friends about your hasty departure. Even if you yourself had not known about it until you arrived back at the mansion you used to live at. You supposed this was your actual home, even if the palace felt more like it.

After your arrival at the mansion, you refused to eat and did not leave your room under any circumstance. At some point, your father's worry grew and he started trying to lure you with different things. Most of them got no reaction from you at all.

“Hello dear. How have you been?”, he asked with a soft voice, taking a seat at the end of the bed. You gave him a tired smile as an answer, your voice itching and scratching.

“Good, good.”, he nodded, taking your hand in his. “I know I have said it multiple times already, but you need to get out a bit… I know, I know. But she would not want you to suffer in such a dark room.” He tried to persuade you, already knowing your answer, even just with your nonverbal facial expressions.

“How about this: You still want to be a knight, don’t you? Well, then we shall get you some proper sword master to teach you. Can’t have you swing a wooden sword without instructions forever.”, and his suggestion made you perk up.

You still wanted to master swordsmanship, but your father had never supported that particular endeavor of yours. Until to this day, it appeared. Even if the circumstances should have been better, your mother should have been there to celebrate that milestone with you. Still, you knew she would have wanted you to run towards your dreams, even if she wasn’t there. You decided to dedicate this work of life to her before you agreed to your father's suggestion with a slight nod and a hesitant smile.

And your agreement seemed to spark some happiness in the eyes of your old man, as his smile gained that special depth. Without further words, because you simply didn’t need to, he pecked your forehead, before standing up. And if he pulled the curtains open and let you bask in the warmth of the estranged sun before he left your room, then so be it. Because this time, the sun didn’t symbolize another day without her, but a new opportunity dedicated to her, in remembrance of her. Starting with that day, you promised yourself to think of her every time you held a sword. Your dear beloved memories with her would lend you whatever strength you would have needed in any possible situation.

Your gaze wanders out of your window, into the beautiful garden. And you were mesmerized by the whipping flowers, almost like it was your first time seeing them. With this breathtaking, familiar view you held your promise close to your heart and planned on never letting go.

#bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x you

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rkmoon · 11 months ago

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Writeblr intro! (Let's do this right this time)

Hallo! I'm Revan. 25. A he/him enby. Living in the Philippines. AuHD. I'm a writer, (sometimes a) digital artist and microbiology student. I have a lot of writing projects (some of them fanfic but shhh) and I am flirting the idea of serializing them somewhere on the internet soon, so you may read them someday! Please don't feel scared to talk to me or tag me! I love talking. If you give me a chance I'll never shut up jhfbjhbfjbf

One of my goals is to be a prolific writer and if I start listing down what Im working on it'll be too much information haha so let me just say what projects are kind of close to finished right now.

(I write queer speculative fiction btw. If it ain't queer, I didn't write it lol)

My works

Project Shapeshift

Genre: Queer, Contemporary Drama

Length: ~30K (Could become longer)

Status: Draft 2 Ongoing

Tag: #projectshapeshift

Ariel Reyes hasn't been happy in a long time.

As a university drop-out working under a terrible boss, his life had been filled with work, work, and working even harder to please Gina, his live-in girlfriend. When Gina tells him she wants to move in a better apartment, he decides to find a second job to pay for it, even though he already felt drained to the bone. On a moment of weakness on the death anniversary of his mother, he prays to the agimat she had passed onto him for strength, only to wake up baffled in the morning, for he had gained the ability to turn into a woman.

One might think it would have be disturbing, but instead it was... refreshing.

And so it kickstarts Ariel's journey into finding their true self, rekindling old dreams, and turning his life around to grasp at their own definition of happiness.

Project Heartless

Genre: Queer, Dystopian Fantasy, Horror

Length: 118K

Status: Draft 3 - Waiting for Beta

Tag: #projectheartless

The Heartless are empty of morals– just as nonexistent as their heart.

That was what Rainier Sandoval had been taught at an early age. As an Inner City dweller, the barbarism in the Outer District, where the Heartless thrived, was hard to imagine. But when his own heart was stolen and crushed on his twenty-fifth birthday, he was exiled to that very place, forced to see for himself.

He had thought he was prepared, but the expectations were so horribly different from the reality. Conspiracies were afoot, and the more he stayed in Outer District, the more he realized he had been lied to his entire life.

The monsters he was taught to fear might be Angel City's only hope against threats lurking beyond its borders. In a twist of fate, they might also be Rainier's only hope against his own inner demons.

(I will be adding to this intro as new projects come up! :D)

#writeblr intro #wip intro #queer writing #writerscommunity #writing #writers and poets #lgbtqia #queer community #queer #pin

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spiralstereo · 6 months ago

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THE LONG AWAITED SUBSPACE LORE POST.... yes im insane i have all this lore to explain subspace's surname. i am batshit

anyways @luckyfailuregirl COME GET YO JUICE.... lore under the cut prepare yourselves

what if i told you guys that subspace was originally part of a 'family'? a cult? imagine a huge 'family' full of a bunch of demons with tripmine gears, & they all had the surname 't. mine'

so who's behind this cult? who leads it? allow me to introduce you to-

DUAL (short for dual subspace tripmine). yes the same dual that's the elder god of reality & destruction, the same dual that's glaive/iron lotus & mystic tide's biological parent. the same dual.

dual, upon their defeat by iron lotus, was imprisoned deep within the inpherno, in the deepest & most secure cell banland had. they were imprisoned for several thousand years, before they broke out, blasting through the ground & being the very reason there are layers to the inpherno

dual, enraged & upset from being imprisoned & defeated, essentially forgotten by the inphinity, & still pissy as hell from being defeated by their own child- came up with an absolutely terrible idea. if their children didnt love them, they'd start a new family. they'd create an army to reclaim their former glory

so they literally ripped a hole in reality, creating their 'own layer', their own little pocket dimension. this place is known as the place of no stars

the place of no stars is a gallery, a empty place where pieces & fragments of civilizations, worlds, & peoples that they've destroyed all float throughout the atmosphere like artifacts on display at a museum. trophies. a thick fog surrounds the endless tall grassy fields, barely concealing the horrors of this twisted world.

after miles & miles of endless plains, floating crumbled pieces of worlds, thick fog & cold winds, there is a manor that is home to this so called 'family'

there are many 't. mines', each one of them having a specific purpose that was picked carefully by dual themselves. their goal is to fulfill that purpose, to live up to expectations & nothing more. be nothing more then a mindless soldier

each t. mine is marked with a symbol, a magical & enchanted symbol on them-

this is the mark of the iron lotus. you might be confused on why dual didnt use their own special mark or make a new one, & the answer is because they dont care. they believe whatever glory their children have, is also their glory. they did it out of spite

so, as we know- subspace is not like that. so how did he become who he was?

subspace was a warped child, curious & adventurous. his goal was to assist his 'siblings', stay to the side & never be on the frontline. he wanted more though.

curiosity got the best of him one day as he slipped out one day, walking for miles & miles in the middle of the night, somehow escaping through the hole of this 'world', seeing the inpherno for the first time since spawn. he was amazed, curious, adventurous. he saw those great mountains in the distance & made it his goal to learn more about them

so he walked, & walked. for days, coming very close to death. upon his arrival- he was nearly killed, but he lived from the pity & mercy of one guard at the border. he was 'adopted' & welcomed into blackrock

being brainwashed & clueless, not knowing any better, he idolized...questionable people. he was never properly raised, never taught how to really be a person, & always left unsupervised- so he was ruined. he became a horrible person

he continued to idolize those terrible government officials, & continued to indulge in horrible acts, making him the man he is today. that seems to have worked out well for him though, seeing as how he's literally been adopted by the leader of blackrock herself

pulse actually took such interest into him because of his strange & unknown upbringing & backstory, that alongside his 'bright mind'. shes always wanted kids ok lol

ANYWAYSSSSS.....yeah. thats it. PLEASEEEEEEEEE send me asks... /nf

#MAJOR MAJOR LORE POST...#LORE DUMP!!!!!!!!#☆ kais art! ☆#HEHEHEHHEHE

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forest-hashira · 4 months ago

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FALLON!!!! hey hi i love you <3

NOBLE BLOOD!!!! (i promise i will get caught up at some point i absolutely love it, the world-building and the relationships between everyone are INCREDIBLE)

i have questions!

what is the settlement like? as in like the structures and the way things are arranged - i'm imagining it like a medieval village? with the gojo estate kind of a focal point? is there a border wall or is it more of an open but established border?also, you mentioned that some of the dragons sleep on the roof of their riders' home - does the roof have to be specially reinforced to handle the weight? (i'm imagining a dragon falling into someone's living room and the dragon and their rider just blinking at each other covered in brick dust)

if you were in this universe, what would YOUR dragon be like? what colour, what temperament? any little quirks they would have?

HI ROXY i love you too 💜 also no rush to catch up i still haven't started the next chapter whoops but i'm glad you're enjoying it so far!!! your tags always make my day when you reblog a chapter

i drew a (very rough) sketch of the layout of the settlement for you bc i couldn't think of a way to adequately describe it with words lol so here you go:

red is residential areas, green is agricultural, brown is shops & businesses, orange is just kinda miscellaneous stuff. the blank space is somewhere i haven't entirely decided on, i'm thinking it's probably just lightly forested? it's still ambiguous in my mind lol. the inumaki family (a minor clan in this universe, when compared to the gojo & zenin clans, with the kamo clan kinda falling somewhere in between, as far as size) lives sort of on the edge of the residential area, fairly close to the ocean, and is the only other significant family that lives in the settlement. there are other fairly wealthy families in the area, but nobody as important or powerful as the inumakis or the gojos.

as for borders, one side of the settlement is against the ocean, and i imagine that one other border, far on the other side of the gojo estate and surrounding the agricultural areas, is a river. the other side is a more open but established border, in a hilly area leading up to a small mountain range. this is in fantasy pseudo-japan so i am very much taking liberties as far as geography lol

at the point that all of our characters are living in, construction of all buildings takes the possibility of dragons perching atop the building into account when deciding the materials needed for an infrastructure strong enough to support large reptiles. the only concern comes if there are more than 2-3 very large dragons on any particular roof (large is a relative term of course, but it would take multiple dragons the size of a car or larger to put significant strain on a roof). but very early on there were definitely lots of broken roofs and confused dragons & riders!

these are all details that may never come into the fic, but it's fun to imagine, so thank you for asking!!

as for my own dragon? she'd probably be about the size of toothless from httyd, and a very pretty forest green, with a sort of grey-silvery-white belly and underside of her wings, kinda reminiscent of the moon, or starlight. she would probably have water powers, because as much as i would love to have a dragon that breathes fire, i do genuinely think water, as an element, is more in line with my personality than fire is. she'd have fairly cutesy features, not look too dangerous, but she is more than willing to bite and let people know when they've crossed a line when it comes down to it. she's pretty introverted like i am, but she also likes to get me into Situations sometimes bc she thinks it's funny. it's never that serious really, just a little exasperating sometimes, but i love her no matter what. she's my girl and i love her a lot.

ask me noble blood questions!

#this got longer than i expected ngl skjdhgksghkjahg but it was fun to think about!!!#asks answered #fallon's friends #radical roxy #dragon rider au

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miyamiyano · 2 years ago

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Are those mermaids? Or sirens? Or both?

For Femstars Week Day 3, Fantasy/Royalty AU 👑

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I'm opening commissions currently, please contact me if you're interested~~

Close ups and A LOT of rambles bellow about my take on this AU~~

Finished this fast but the pain is augh. Took me 5 hours to artline and another 8 to colour and finish. 2 days and it finished~~

I'm quite proud of it even though I could see some imperfections. I'm proud of myself because I don't care there's some tiny miniscule imperfections!! (I can't draw hands consistently ffs)

I did a lot of post edit colour correction and shit so if their colour looks off to you, it's because IT IS OFF AND MY MISTAKE CAUSE I DIDN'T LOOK AT REFERENCE AA In the raw files Ibara looked like Ariel instead of Ibb with how red her hair was... It still kinda is

Anw I did the gold border to make it looked like an illustration out of a story book. I have love hate feelings about it. I like how it looked but without it looks so good as well...

Horne ness took over my body and soul when I draw Ibara. She's topless, yes. I did the usual anime censoring lol. AND SHE HAS BELLY BUTTON PIERCING AUGH ARGH AAAAAAAAAAAA. When I saw femstars week day 5 with tattoos and piercings my mind literally blanked and imagined Ibara with body piercings. Like you know what I mean. Just imagine.

This is my first time drawing Hiyori I hope I did her justice 🙇‍♀️ I referenced her outfit from her global exclusive card, yno which I'm referring too. Hopefully that card won't come to EN soon... Since Ibara doesn't have a mermaid outfit, she doesn't get any clothes /hj

In my mind this is Mermaid!Hiyori/Siren!Ibara. At first I want to do night time, since I think sirens come at night or smthng but then I couldn't care enough.

The story I have in mind are polyeden of course.

Nagi and Jun lived in that castle. Hiyo always wanted to go outside but Ibara advice her not to but she did anyway and met Jun and bla bla bla fell in love. Ibara was like "why" and try to go outside as well. There she met Nagi and at first their relationship was the usual "using eachother" but then fell in love ofc. Idk how to make it polyeden but it's polyeden idc. The story could be m/m f/m f/f or others, it doesn't matter tbh.

I could try write it but in my mind it'll be at least 30k long and it'll take me 4 years to do that.

In global exclusive cards, Adam are those creatures with wings, tails and tight outfits. While Eve are mermaids. At first I wanna do that, but then horne.

Adam's outfits could very much be incubus outfits... Especially with the tail...

#ensemble stars fanart #ensemble stars #ibara saegusa #hiyori tomoe #femstars #wow me posting on a tuesday??#ibb's pose looks so uncomfy im sorry

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sabo-has-my-heart · 2 years ago

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Hi, it's two part again. I'm glad you are doing great.

I just wanna drop by and send a hi to you. I'll spam your inbox soon, but for now I need to catch up with some stuffs. I'd love it if you write my ideas, since I'm not that great with romantic stuffs. Thanks for being supportive about my writing, though. I'm actually begin a long story for my OCs in One Piece world on Ao3 because you inspire me ehehe. (Also remember the devil fruit request of a dragon gal? That was me :> well actually not, I asked my friend to send it on my behalf)

I've also just read the One Last Dance. I shouldn't say it. I don't want to beg you or anything, but I need a sequel so badly. Lol. It was sooooo great, I love it so muchhhhh! Thank you for writing it. I know you are not writing request anymore so I'll have to imagine it myself ;v; I regret requesting a heartbreak so much cause now I just want Ace and Reader to be together *sobs*

I watched the stream on One Piece day and I can't stop thinking about the awakening of the devil fruits. Hmm if you don't mind chatting, what form do you think Ace and Sabo would have if the Mera Mera no Mi also has an awakened form? Like, I imagine Ace would kinda have an image that is devil-ish (cause he is "the child of the devil") while Sabo is more of a dragon image? Idk, it just pops in my head.

Aight, see you.

Two part anon! So you're exempt from my 'closed inbox' because I love you and you're amazing. (I have a handful of people who are always exempt from my closed inbox) I loved this idea, so I absolutely HAD to write it! I'll get to the devil fruit thing a little later once I manage to work my way through a few more other requests. I hope you enjoy this. It does have a little heartbreak, but I promise it's worth it.

Part 1: Just One More Dance

Warnings: some angst, fluff,

Word Count: 1780

Things had become complicated since the day that he’d disappeared. You’d looked into the history of the necklace like he’d suggested… he’d been right, it was heartbreaking. A princess, beautiful and loving, she sought the same love that she gave. To all her people, she was kind and giving, none went hungry or cold, even the poorest of citizens had a home within her kingdom. Not even bandits or those from other kingdoms had been turned away. Though all those within the kingdom’s borders worked their hardest, it was only for the love of their princess and the love and kindness she showed for them. Thus a great search began to find a prince worthy of their princess. One kind and loving as she, one who would be best suited to her. Though long and arduous, their search yielded results and a kind prince was found. A meeting between the two, an arrangement merely for introduction. Indeed, they seemed a match well made. In an instant, she found herself falling for him, her people cheered and rejoiced, their princess would finally be given the love she deserved. But it was not to be, for the prince did not feel for her as she felt for him. Still, she strove to endure, perhaps he would love her in time. So they met again and again, the princess praying that he would love her. But her heart was shattered upon learning the news. An engagement of her prince to the cold princess to the north. She’d had many encounters with the princess of the north. A selfish girl, her subjects suffered simply so that she might live in luxury. Cruel and deaf to the pleas of her people. Yet the prince only had eyes for her. The princess’s heart bled as she attempted to endure for her people. A necklace, her most prized possession, a gift from her late father, said to contain within it, all the love held within the hearts of all of those who had worn it before. Magic held within the large heart shaped ruby set in the center. If she were to crush the stone, her wish would be granted and her love would be returned. Yet as she stood before the priceless gem, hammer raised to strike, she saw his smile reflected on its surface. She couldn't bring herself to shatter her most prized possession. Not simply because it was a gift from her father, but because she could not bring herself to force him to love her. But neither could she live with the pain of her heartbreak. She held the ruby to her heart and poured herself into it, all the love she’d felt for every person she’d felt for. The ruby’s color deepened, shining a brighter and brighter red. Only when she collapsed did she stop, one hand still laid upon the necklace, with no love left in her heart and only the pain of grief from the loss of the one she cared for most, her heart stuttered weakly once more before being found the following morning, her skin like ice and a brilliant ruby clutched tightly to her chest.

Once you’d finished reading the history of the necklace, your heart ached as you sobbed. You’d started turning your boyfriend away as you took several days off of work. The aching in your chest was unbearable and agonizing, leaving you confused and frustrated. When had your feelings turned into affection? Now, sitting once more at the table, you looked at the letter on your laptop. Did it sound alright? Could it be misconstrued? Would anyone else understand and show up by accident instead? You had to try though. Biting your lip, you pressed send. It would be published in the paper tomorrow, hopefully he would see it.

Leaning against the counter, Ace read through the paper. He missed his frequent chases with you, missed his banter with you. Granted, as a thief, he was different than as a barista, he’d taken a page from his brother’s book and dressed in nice clothes and a mask, acted as if he were some sort of sophisticated rich guy. No one would suspect the guy in nice clothes would be the barista in a stained apron. Pausing, his eyes caught the top of the next article, ‘To my Dance Partner’. It couldn’t be, could it? His eyes darted over the words, his heart pounding and aching at the same time. You wanted to meet with him. Was it a trick? A way for you to get him behind bars? Or did you really want to meet with him? He had to at least try, right?

Standing on a far building, he glanced over. You weren’t dressed in your usual police uniform. In fact, you were in a rather nice, full length dress, heels, gloves and a necklace. He even recognized the necklace. It was an imitation of the one he’d stolen. If it was a trap, you must have been pretty confident that it would work to wear such an outfit. Still, he’d be cautious.

Standing on the roof nervously, you watched as he jumped down from another building, onto the same roof where you stood.

“So you got my letter.” you said with a small smile before looking away.

“I just hope this isn’t the trap that it looks like.” he said, slowly walking up to you.

“No, no trap. I think you know I don’t work like that. Not when it comes to thieves.” You said, trying not to fidget.

“Yeah, yeah I do. I hate to say that I know you better than you realize.” Ace said, his white gloved hands in his pockets as he stood in front of you. The two of you were so close.

“One day, I’d like to know how you know me so well.” you said with a small laugh, making Ace chuckle.

“Maybe one day I’ll tell you. So… why’d you want to meet if this isn’t a trap?” he asked, unsure of how to proceed.

“One more dance. You said that last time would be our final dance, but what if this were a new party? Could we dance?” you asked, holding out a gloved hand. Ace smiled as he took your hand, pulling you close. Thankfully, he knew how to dance.

You smiled as the two of you danced on the rooftop. Having only ever chased him around, you were, admittedly surprised, at how good of a dancer he was. As soon as your dance was finished, he pulled away.

“I’m afraid this night must come to an end. I look forward to our next dance.” he said softly before walking backwards towards the edge and jumping off. He seemed to enjoy doing that. That was okay though. You’d had your dance and he’d said he looked forward to the next, you would meet again.

The two of you would send letters again and again. Encrypted, through the newspaper, meeting on rooftops and dancing. A single dance before he would disappear once more. His thieving days were over, but he still met you as his persona, not wanting to reveal himself quite yet. You’d started going back to work once more, visiting Ace’s coffee shop in the mornings, but you’d stopped bringing your boyfriend. Though perhaps boyfriend wasn’t quite right anymore as you’d broken up with him. How could you continue dating him when your heart belonged to your dance partner? Now, you stood on yet another rooftop, holding his hand as he attempted to leave.

“I… please don’t go this time.” you said softly, eyes pleading with him. How could he say no to those eyes.

“I need to, Y/n, it’s the end of the night and we’ve shared our dance.” he said softly, his other hand coming up to caress your cheek. You just shook your head.

“It’s only 11 pm, the clock hasn’t struck midnight, Cinderella. And… I have something for you.” you said, your look turning slightly desperate. Ace nodded, staying where he was as you tentatively let go of his hand before hurrying over to the small bag you always brought with you. You quickly pulled something out before hurrying back. In one hand was… a hammer? He looked at you in confusion.

“I… I’ve been saving up for quite a while, was planning on using it for something else, but I… I wanted to spend it on this instead.” you said, opening your other hand. It was a ruby heart. Not as large as the one set into the necklace in the museum, but a ruby heart nonetheless, “Said to contain all the love held within all the hearts of those who had worn it before. If she crushed the stone, her love would be returned. It’s… it’s not the ruby from the story, but maybe… maybe we could destroy this one together?” you offered, holding out the hammer. He smiled as he moved to stand behind you, his hand wrapping around yours. The both of you stood near the ledge, the gem sitting on the raised wall before you.

“I’m glad I don’t have to die of heartbreak, my princess.” he whispered, pulling you in for a kiss as the two of you crushed the ruby. Pulling away, you gasped in shock. He’d pulled away his mask, revealing an all too familiar face.

“Please don’t turn me in. Even now that you know who I am.” he pleaded. You smiled and shook your head.

“We just broke a very expensive rock. Why on earth would I turn you in after that?” you asked with a small giggle. Ace chuckled as he pulled you into another kiss.

“Good, if you turned me in, I couldn’t dance with you anymore.” he said, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Thinking of, where did you learn to dance that well?” you asked, running your fingers through his hair.

“From the same person I got the idea for these stupid clothes, my brother. Figured, no one would suspect the thief dressed in a tux was the barista that spent his free time jogging or at the beach.” he said, making you laugh.

“I suppose you have a point.” you said with a smile. You gave him one more kiss, the two of you in a passionate lip lock. The news the next day would show a baffling headline that the priceless princess heart ruby had suddenly cracked down the center in the middle of the night, and while nobody would notice, too caught up in the damage to the gemstone, the brilliant red that shone had dulled, as if the magic from inside had disappeared.

#one piece #one piece ace #portgas d. ace #fire fist ace #portgas d ace #ace x reader #fire fist ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #op ace #hiken no ace #hiken no ace x reader #thief!ace

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pynkhues · 2 years ago

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I saw someone mention the Golden Trio’s “pedigree breeding” made them less close to Logan as a result since they were held to a higher standard then Connor

And like, thinking of it that way, that the way Logan treats the Trio as tho they are supposed to be “show dogs” with certain exceptions of the “breed” like look, temperament, intelligence, trainable, etc and how they all fail to measure up or perform to expectations despite the harsh training he gives them

vs Connor, who is a “mutt” and therefore he’s just a “pet” and he can do things like chew on the furniture and Logan just rolls his eyes and shoos him to the backyard rather then actually disciplining him

And so the Trio (and sometimes Connor) sees the attention they get from Logan means they are more important, but they live in the kennels and Connor gets to live in the house. The Trio goes to dog shows with Logan to be paraded around and judged and Connor gets left home with a dog sitter coming by 2x a day to feed him, but when Logan is around Connor can hang out on the couch with him.

(Except, you know, they are people and it’s all fucked up lol)

That's a really interesting theory. It actually reminds me a bit of my aunt and uncle who live in a worker's cottage on somebody else's farm. There are quite a lot of working dogs on the property - Australian Shepherds and Border Collies and Jack Russells (Jack Russells are snake hunters, which is something I didn't know until my aunt and uncle moved to this place), and its a similar thing there with the showdogs you're talking about. The family has a Labrador, which is the dog and is allowed inside, while all the working dogs are really basically staff.

It's been a really interesting thing for my aunt to observe, especially as she's gotten very close with one of the older Australian Shepherds, because while these dogs guard the cattle at night from snakes and dingoes, it doesn't always work out. One of the dogs was killed by a dingo a few months ago, another chased a cow onto the road and was hit by a car, and the family feels this, but there is a degree of separation. An understanding that these dogs are loved and cared for, but they're not family.

It makes for an interesting point of consideration, because we know that Noah and his wife had cattle themselves, and I don't think it's a stretch to imagine that they had working dogs. What that means for how Logan was raised is anyone's guess, but I think it's an interesting thing to consider in his domestic sphere. There's this sense of Roman growing up with a hard, distorted parody of a family - not a mother and a father and a family dog, but an aunt and an uncle with perhaps a working dog. No love that isn't conditional, an enforced sort of distance, a 'yes, but' to what should be the most fundamental of relationships. Not a mother, but, not a father, but, not a dog, but.

With the way this show treats people like dogs too - - yeah. I think there's something there.

#much to percolate on #thank you!#it's interesting too because the reality is we don't know anything about connor's mother's background #maybe logan married up with her too #i think the implication is he probably didn't #but there's something to it #i kind of have a loose headcanon that she wanted to be a dancer but wasn't good enough #which is why she started recny #but also maybe those failings and feelings of inadequacy dripped down to connor too #hbo succession #succession asks #welcome to my ama

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teriwrites · 6 days ago

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Below (Rewrite): Part 6

My Live Reactions to Reading Through My 2012 Novel

Awww Kristen lying back just watching the stars for the first time in two years is kinda sweet

Actually though yeah y'all need to gtfo, you're way too close to the Institute

'She probably hadn't planned on leaving Mr. J so abruptly, but we appreciated it all the same.' you know when people will post compilations of references they and their family/friends use all the time?? 'all the same' is 100% lifted, whether intentionally or not, from a Christmastime radio show my family listened to every year growing up lol

'There was no way I had escaped the Institute of Discovery just to die starving in some stupid lowlands.' truly spite is the best motivator

'All of us crashed in a small alleyway where someone had thrown out a couch. Raevin got the couch, but Nick, Ben, Lea and I each got a cushion. Actually, Nick and Ben shared a cushion as a pillow, and Lea and I shared a cushion, but it all worked out okay.' okay firstly probably don't just sleep on couches left by the curb, but actually this is making me laugh bc once in college, a bunch of my friends and i went and visited one of our friends' hometowns, and while we were there we had to all sleep crammed into his parents' living room, and we did in fact do stuff like have multiple people sleeping on the floor, sharing couch cushions as a pillow. One guy even got stuck with the dog bed lmaooooo

Kristen got her first phone at the age of SIX?!

If this story is actually taking place in 2012, that would've placed 6-year-old Kristen in 2003 getting her first phone

(Also that would mean she's 1 year older than me, wild)

For someone who actively lived on a military base, I don't think 14-year-old Teri knew what barracks actually were

Wait, actually, I think I just thought 'barracks' and 'apartment building' were interchangeable lmao

'We hated going inside, because we wanted to enjoy the outdoors as much as possible.' actually it makes sense to have a fear of indoor spaces when you've been imprisoned underground for two years

Team name: The League

(Hey teri, i know it's a random news story playing in the background of the scene, but hurricanes don't typically travel south down the east coast)

The friend of Raevins' that they're attempting to find straight up put a sign on her door saying she'll be gone on vacation for a month lol girl that's how you get broken into

'I wanted to stop Raevin and tell her that she wasn't the one who had been locked up' true, although she HAS been essentially a child soldier for a maniac. so like yk, not the same but definitely not a Happy childhood

Oh no, you guys!! Kristen used a cuss word!! Which one?? We'll never know

Raevin, weirded out by how shocked! everyone else is, bc of course she, as a badass, has been cussing since she was probably like a toddler lol

Lea, honey, screaming bloody murder when you see Mr. J's pickup is only going to DRAW attention

Trinity's with them! And Kristen actually knows her this time around!

They're bonding over breaking out lmaoooooo

'Ben stared at her for a second, and then took another step forwards. I thought he was going to attack her, but they slapped a high five. "That's awesome, dude! How in the world did you manage to get a hold of some dynamite to blow the roof sky-high?" incredible.

Okay now Mr. J is finally intervening

Aww these kids are on the news!! ... Ahhh these kids are on the news!!

Implied that Alabama is shutting down its borders to other states to prevent the escaped 'convicts' from leaving the state

This story is an AU where everything is the same except some people have superpowers and Auburn is the biggest city in Alabama

'Just as we were walking, minding our own business, a woman screamed, "It's the criminals from that jail! They've come here!" actually imagine that playing out irl lol

Ahhh police being their calm, rational selves AKA threatening children

Nick teleports everyone back to the field outside the Institute, bc apparently that's all he can picture in the moment, and everyone decides 'sure, why not, we'll take a nap here'

Rather than walking across said field to avoid the patrolling cop cars, they decide to roll through the dirt and mud. As you do

Raevin, however, turned into a lil animal and followed them normally, so she doesn't have to deal with the whole 'covered in mud' situation lol

"Lea, how much do you miss your family?" I asked her, and rolled over to see her. She was smiling, white teeth gleaming, "Why would I miss my family? They're right here with me." (cute sentiment, but all I can think of is what kind of toothpaste were they provided with in prison??)

'I brushed some bangs out of my hair and lay down.' i can't tell where this sentence was supposed to go lol 'bangs out of my eyes'? 'hair out of my face'?

Surprise, surprise, somebody spotted the escaped 'convicts' practically on their institution's doorstep!

Dehydration is gonna kill these kids before anything else i s2g

"I mean, there aren't really any forests in Alabama or anything," she explained.' reader: Alabama has plenty of forests, especially in the northern region they're currently running around in

Well at least all these flashbacks mean we're actually getting context for who tf Remus is

He essentially is the first authority figure people meet when they're brought into the institute, introducing a lot of the shit they're going to have to go through. A dickwad

Kristen's first attempt to escape involved trying to gain his trust. This went very poorly and she was nearly slated for execution because of it womp womp

Anyways, Lea very kindly woke her up from that nightmare memory, but they're still kinda stranded in this field

Ending Thoughts:

I'm cutting this one a little short, because I only have about 6 more pages on Word before we reach the end of what I wrote! Post-Institute is always a bit of a strange part of these drafts, apparently. It kind of makes sense, they're on the run, but they don't have a solid idea of what they're doing yet outside of continuing to flee. There have been some minor confrontations but nothing that's led to a proper fight just yet. We'll see if I ever got that far, or if I stopped writing the draft before we get there. I will say, this draft has somehow beefed up that suspension of motivation/direction. We have more time than in the first draft, where it was very go-go-go, but there are conversations happening, dreams giving us flashbacks, the characters are able to actually sort of establish their dynamics with each other in the downtime. Raevin's still not as lone-wolf in this group as I was anticipating, once again! Maybe that's the early part of the second book that I managed to write. Maybe I'll reread that someday just to see. Anyways, one part left to go!

#teriwrites down memory lane #my wips #writeblr

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silliestcowpoke · 5 months ago

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Just in time for fall..A Supernatural Hallmark Story… kind of! [Werewolf x Witch] [Seeking Werewolf]

Hello all! As the leaves turn colors here in the redwood forest, and the temperatures get colder, I’ve found myself cozied up with some hallmark movies. But as I’ve watched them I wondered if there’s some way a spin could be put on it. In a frenzy of inspiration I’ve created two witch female OC’s and I would love to see a hallmark love story with a guy werewolf. Below I have a plot for each witch, and what I would kinda imagine what the werewolf might be like. But in the end the plot can always be tweaked, the werewolf doesn’t have to be what I imagine him to be like, and we can mix and match plots to witches!

To clarify, you’d be playing the werewolf, and I would be playing the witch

The Caretaker

Your werewolf character lives far from any sort of family, and works in a semi to extremely stressful environment. As the stress environment increases, he thinks he can’t take one more thing on his plate. Especially with his werewolf urges coming through more as the stress increases. But he receives a letter from someone from his grandmother small town, Moutainbrook. A place nestled beneath the trees on the outskirts of the mountains, where rivers run wild, and so do the rumors of the small town.

Curious, he opens it to find a letter from his grandmothers lawyer stating that his grandmother passed, and left him her estate, including the farm, and 100 acres of land that borders the nearest national park. Along with the will is a personal letter from his grandmother, urging him to come home, stating that maybe it would help with his, ‘urges’, and ‘strange behavior’. She states the town has changed a little since he left, and that currently there is a local farm hand named Thalia that is helping take care of the property. A girl he knew growing up, a girl he remembered running as fast as the wind, and being as wild as the environment around her. He wasn’t close to her due to her primarily helping on her father’s ranch.

The lawyer includes that he’s happy to sell the property if your character isn’t interested. But after much thought, he decides to at least pay the town a visit. And there he finds a cozy little town, that isn’t what it seems. Not just different… but supernatural. And so is the person taking care of his grandmother estate. Not only is she beautiful, but she’s also a witch.

What he might be like: I was thinking he’d be a little shy, and awkward, as Thalia has a sort of domineering personality. Maybe he’d be a journalist, or he writes books for a living. Physically I’m imagining him looking like Will Graham or Remus lupin lol. But he can look like and be whatever you want him to be!

Across The Veil

Magnolia has lived in Louisiana for the past five years now, and has made a living off of her abilities through offering tarot card readings, paranormal tours, and other services involving the paranormal. Each time she didn’t find anything of particular interest. The usual grandmother wanting to speak her daughter about her cheating husband, or some spirit angry that this family is mistreating his land.

But consistently for the past month she has been having strange dreams about a man appearing on her doorstep that will desperately need her help. She thinks nothing of it. Perhaps it was because of the margaritas she made under the full moon that one night. But she sees him everywhere. She see’s his eyes when a motorcycle pssses, she hears his voice when she’s out on the docks, and feels his presence when she’s dancing to music. It’s like he’s haunting her. Code word: Once in a full moon.

Unfortunately for your character, he’s troubled by something different. Over the past month his transformations have been happening more frequently, and they’ve been more intense. He believes it to do with the curse that was put on his family long ago. After trying to manage it on his own, taking all sorts of ailments, and doing research on the internet, he’s running out of options. Finally, he turns to his last option, paying a witch to break the curse. After going through many people who claim to be a witch, a woman recommends Magnolia claiming to be the real deal. And this time he has a good feeling about her.

That fateful day he arrives on her doorstep, everything seems to fall in place.

What he might be like: I was thinking he might be a more rough around the edges character. Gruff exterior, hates seeking out help and depending on others. Sorta quiet, independent, and mysterious. Loves the simple things in life. But again, he can be whomever or whatever you’d like him to be! :)

With all that being said… let’s move into introductions!

A little about me:

-I’m 23

-I use she/her pronouns.

-I have 8+ years of experience roleplaying

-I’m literate to novella. Sometimes I write book chapters, it really depends on what's going on!!

-I adore OOC chatter!! I’m a very talkative, friendly person!! Love love to yap.

What I’m looking for in a writing partner:

-Must play the male character/the werewolf

-Must be 20+ and up in age

-Must be literate or novella. I’m looking for 3+ paragraphs for response.

-Must be friendly. Must be willing to talk ooc in order to talk about plot, characters, ect. Must be willing to continue to talk about these things in order to keep the ball rolling per say

-Must be willing to do romance based plots

With all that being said, thank you all for reading through my post! If you are interested in doing one of these plots, and meet my requirements, please send me a message with a well developed introduction of yourself, the code word, and which plot you are interested in! Thank you in advance! I hope to hear from you soon! :)

#discord roleplay #discord rp #literate roleplay #literate rp #oc roleplay #oc rp #rp partner wanted #roleplay #rp #rp partner needed #novella roleplay #novella rp #rp partner search #rp partner ad

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thebabblingbrookenook · 2 years ago

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The lovable menace strikes again!

You do so well with setting the scene. It’s never hard to imagine the surroundings. You have a way of keeping it simple but accessible. All the puppets in the toy box. The myriad of colors. I could almost feel the textures.

Let’s be honest, our Reader is a goner. He is officially in her bloodstream. “You already considered your life at Aubrey Hall to be joyful, but the addition of Benedict made it border on magical. Despite knowing better, you would allow yourself this little indulgence.”

I think one of the most intoxicating things about him is how excited he gets about things. And that includes his excitement to spend time with others. He greats her like he has been sitting in the dark and she is the sun.

I loved that she couldn’t help herself from remarking on his creative abilities. Some things just have to be said. And his reaction was perfect. He still holds this vulnerability about his art. Something about the words you chose for his response broke my heart a little. “You noticed?” To me, that implies that somewhere inside him, he feels that others don’t notice. And that in absolutely cannon. Especially in his book.

Sometimes I truly wonder if Benedict understands what it means to have consequences lol. We talked about this briefly in your previous chapter. He seems like he would be very hard to discipline. Easily charming his way out of people’s ire. I think he forgets that other people don’t have that skill. “Then he stepped closer, voice lowered and head bent toward you. “We find ourselves in these roles yet again, and so soon after our last performance.” - SIR! Don’t stand, don’t stand so, don’t stand so close to me! Their dalliance holds a lot more implications for her than it does for him. Obviously, he would never disregard that intentionally. But like I said, I think he forgets. He is governed by his emotions and desires. All he knows when he is with her is that he wants her. And I’m sure a man like him is used to getting what he wants for the most part.

The puppet show was adorable. Favorite part, aside from all the close touchy touchy, was Colin being dubbed the monster. Those little sibling moments are where my heart lives.

The ALMOST KISS!!!! Whew! I needed a drink after that. She almost forgot herself. She was going to give in to her own wants. I liked that you had her register that thought.

I can’t decide what to make of Benedict’s reaction to her pulling away at the last second. Is he worked up and needs a private moment to set himself straight without the observant eyes of children, or were his feelings hurt? I am interested to see what you do with that. I would love to see Colin’s take on that through a conversation with his brother.

Congrats on another great chapter! I’m loving this light hearted tale.

Young at Heart: Performance (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader)

Benedict Bridgerton x fem!Reader Rated: G, the fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed Word count: 2.6k

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Summary: A puppet show for the children puts you and Benedict in close proximity.

Author's Note: Steamy puppet show? This could only come from the mind of @chaoticcalzoneranchsports 😜 Adding a wee bit of heat to this fluffy fluff fic. Hope you enjoy! 💙

You were jittery as you made your way to the nursery at the appointed time, torn squarely between chastising yourself for agreeing to this vaguely inappropriate private meeting with Benedict, but also undeniably excited to see more of him. You were developing an infatuation like a silly young girl, that much was clear. You shouldn’t have entertained it, but he was so warm and welcoming, his humor so infectious, you were happier in his presence. You already considered your life at Aubrey Hall to be joyful, but the addition of Benedict made it border on magical. Despite knowing better, you would allow yourself this little indulgence. What could be the harm in chatting and sparring as you both looked after the children? He was brother to a Viscount and you were the hired help. Playful banter is all that could ever exist between you.

When you entered the nursery you found him rummaging through the chest next to the theater box. He looked up with his trademark smile as you approached.

“Miss y/l/n! Ready for your stage debut?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide a grin. “I suppose my hands are, yes.”

“That’s a start.” He beckoned you to kneel beside him at the chest. It was filled to the brim with puppets and marionettes in a rainbow of colorful clothing. It seemed almost an excessive amount of toys for one household, but when you remembered that the prior generation of Bridgertons was comprised of eight children, it began to seem justified. Benedict dug into the pile, pulling out figure after figure, inspecting clowns and horses and devils.

“Now, we have to come up with a story. What do you think will hold their interest?”

“They love the classic fairytales.”

“Alright, so we shall need a princess.” He sifted and found an elegant puppet of a woman in a green dress. “And a handsome prince, of course.” He produced a figure in a smart jacket with gilt epaulets. “Who can…” He dug deeper, then pulled out an amorphous lump of grey fabric with hastily sewn button eyes, clearly a child’s creation. “...save her from a monster. So, why would the monster be after the princess?”

You bit your lip as you pawed through the chest yourself, looking for something that would spark inspiration. You found it in the form of a miniature basket, just the right size to accompany the princess.

“She has something he wants. Biscuits?”

If the childrens’ faces lit up half as bright as Benedict’s did in that moment, you would consider the show a success. “Oh, no doubt the boys will understand that motivation. Very clever. We have our story!” Cheerily, he closed the chest and began arranging the puppets on the lid.

You marveled at his confidence, speaking aloud when you perhaps should have held your tongue. “Do you simply have boundless talent when it comes to creative endeavors?”

His brows raised, confused.

Now you felt bashful, but needed to explain yourself. Heat began to creep up your neck. “I’ve seen your paintings, in the room you keep as a studio.”

“You noticed?” His voice was so soft, his eyes so hopeful, it melted something inside you. Some layer of nerves fell away and you felt as if you were speaking to a friend.

“They are very good.” You nodded. “You have a flair for sparking the imagination, Mr. Bridgerton, whether with your oils or your words.”

“That is kind of you to say.” Now you were both blushing. “And you seem to have unlimited patience and energy to chase after all my nephews. I don’t know how you do it all day.”

You chuckled. “They are sweet boys. I believe I have their loving family to thank for their good temperaments. And it has been easier with so much help extended to me.” You looked at him pointedly, hoping to convey your sincere gratitude for how much happiness he brought to the children and by extension, to you.

He took your meaning, then the telltale smirk spread across his face. “Even when that help teaches them cheeky pranks?”

You couldn’t help but return his smile. “Yes, even then.”

Then a stillness arose between you, much as it had the night before when he had looked up at you from one knee, his fingers warm around your ankle, his eyes twinkling with something you couldn’t interpret. They looked the same now as you held each other’s gaze. The silence together was comfortable. More comfortable than it should have been, given your position.

You remembered yourself and stood. “So how should we…?”

“Right,” Benedict seemed to shake himself back into the room as well, gathering the puppets and standing to face you. “You can voice the princess, and carry your basket like so.” Gently, he maneuvered the green skirt of the princess onto your right hand and the tiny basket into your left, guiding your hands together so that she appeared to be carrying it. He held the other two figures aloft, grinning. “And I will be the monster, and the dashing prince.” He held the little man up next to his face with a cocky twist of his head for you to compare. You huffed a laugh.

Then he stepped closer, voice lowered and head bent toward you. “We find ourselves in these roles yet again, and so soon after our last performance.”

The warmth that had been gathering in your cheeks went rushing down your back and through your limbs, your whole body feeling somehow exhilarated and petrified simultaneously. This was not just friendly banter, this was blatant flirtation. Twice now he had positioned himself as the prince to your princess, and it seemed he wanted your opinion of it. You certainly had one, but it was the stuff of fairytales, and entirely inappropriate for you to humor or hope for.

You had to step out of his radius before you grew lightheaded, so brushed past him and ducked into the theater box.

“So I crouch down here?” You asked, trying to sound innocent but you suspected you only sounded flustered.

He followed behind, shifting so that he was tucked against the wall and you near the exit.

“Yes, here, kneel down.” He dropped to his knees on one of the cushions that lined the floor of the box and bid you to follow suit. You did so, anxiously fiddling with the toys in your hands.

Benedict smiled, reached over and gently held your wrist. You sucked in your breath, unable to focus on anything but his fingers, elegant and impossibly long, pressing softly into your skin. “Take the puppet, and hold it up.” He guided your arm above your head so that it peeked over the crest of the stage. You were frozen, letting him orchestrate you as your heart started to pound. You feared he may feel your pulse racing in his grasp.

“No need to be nervous,” he chuckled, “this isn’t the Globe. Just a touch lower,” He pulled your hand down a fraction, never loosening his grip, and then fluidly reached around your back to grasp your other hand holding the basket and bring it up to the stage as well. “There.”

He was surrounding you now, both of his hands on your wrists, his arms lying parallel across the top of yours, his torso just an inch from your back, close enough to feel the heat of him. You were enveloped, fighting the urge in every muscle to simply melt backward and let him hold you. The air between you grew heavy with everything you could not say, but wanted each other to understand nonetheless.

His voice dropped to a rumble, his words spoken so closely, you could feel his breath across your cheek. “How does that feel?”

You were growing dizzy, overwhelmed with the feeling of him everywhere, with how clear his intentions had become and how very much you welcomed them. “Good,” you sighed shakily. “I feel…”

A peal of laughter echoed down the hall and caused you both to leap apart and stand. A stampede of tiny footsteps and approaching squeals soon led to the three nephews barrelling into the room, followed closely by a beleaguered looking Colin, carrying Caroline on his arm. The boys immediately fell to playing with toys, babbling amongst themselves.

“Hello, everyone!” You greeted them, smoothing your hair and skirts as if it would somehow calm your racing heart.

“Hello, hello, here we are.” Colin shepherded the children into the seats arranged before the theater and sat, bouncing his niece in his lap.

“How was the lake?” you asked.

“Not enough to deprive them of their energy, I’m afraid.” He rolled his eyes. “We are ready for this performance Uncle Benny has promised us.”

“It is sure to delight.” Benedict announced behind you, then sank to his knees within the theater again.

Timidly, you followed suit, crouching out of sight. You were nestled together again, shoulders brushing in the confined space. You held the princess and basket above your head as he had instructed but were so flustered, you had entirely forgotten the story you agreed upon.

Starting to panic, your eyes darted to Benedict. He grinned, gentle and encouraging, mouthing silently to you, “Once upon a time.”

Oh yes. The plot came flooding back and you called out to the audience beyond, dancing your hands across the window of the stage as you spoke. “Once upon a time there was a princess, but she had no kingdom and so lived in a cottage in the forest. She loved to bake biscuits and hers were the most delicious biscuits in the land. Every day she would walk through the wood to the nearby village to sell her wares.”

Benedict slipped the prince puppet onto his hand and popped it into view as well, picking up the story. “In the castle at the center of the village lived a prince who loved to eat biscuits, but also loved hunting. He could slay beasts of any size with his trusty sword. One day, when he was hunting in the woods, he could smell the most captivating aroma of biscuits coming from the cottage. But the biscuits were also drawing the attention of a terrifying creature who lived in the deepest, darkest part of the wood.” He slowly raised his hand with the grey lump of a puppet, staging his threatening entrance and beginning to speak with an ominous growl. “The dreaded monster named…”

You watched as he frowned, questing for a name. Then he peeked his eyes over the stage. “Colin.”

The resulting groan and chorus of giggles made you look over the edge too. Colin was scowling but completely helpless to defend himself as his nephews poked at his knees and Caroline burbled in his lap.

Holding back your own laughter, you returned to the story. “As the princess was walking on the path to the village, suddenly the monster jumped in front of her.”

Benedict skirted the monster over to the princess, revealing another frightfully entertaining character voice. “‘Give me biscuits!’ He roared. The prince heard the roar and began to head toward the noise.” Both of his hands shifted closer to yours, his shoulder beginning to press against you. You turned and found him looking at you intently. "The princess was frightened, but she was also courageous, and clever.”

His arched brow spurred you to action. “She shouted, ‘Get away from me you beast!’ And then threw her basket of biscuits into the wood.” You acted the part, letting your hand with the basket soar to the far end of the stage, crossing an arm over Benedict’s.

He took your cue effortlessly. “The monster, who wanted to eat biscuits just a little bit more than he wanted to eat people, ran after the basket, which had landed at the feet of the prince!” Both of his hands framed yours. You held still, incapable of thinking about anything but your proximity.

“When the prince saw the monster approach, he took out his trusty sword and struck him through, killing the foul creature for good and all.” Pitting a conflict between his two puppets, Benedict felled the monster in dramatic fashion, followed by cheers from the onlookers. You both giggled within the theater box, and you assumed the tale had concluded. But then Benedict took his now monster-less hand and wrapped it once more around your wrist holding the basket, moving it in tandem with the prince. “Then the prince picked up the basket and brought it back to the princess.” Now your hands were gathered at the center of the stage, prince and princess tucked close to one another, and he never relinquished his hold on your wrist.

Your mind whirred, distracted by the softness of his skin, by the press of him against your side. In a quavering voice, you kept narrating, unsure of how to conclude. “To thank him, she shared the biscuits with him.”

You had entirely stopped looking at the puppets or attempting to move them. With Benedict so close you could only turn and fall into his eyes, holding yours in that impossible, glittering way again, only inches away. He smiled, his voice loud enough for the audience but you knew it was directly primarily at you. “And they were so delicious and the princess was so beautiful, that the prince instantly fell in love with her and kissed her.”

As the prince puppet leaned in to peck the princess, Benedict leaned toward you, his eyes falling to your lips.

“And they lived happily ever after.” You exhaled, the words tumbling out as a reflex.

You were lost, deaf to anything but the sounds of how you shared the air between you. This couldn’t be happening…Could he actually be… Giving in to the irresistible, you felt yourself swaying forward too. Fireworks began to burst in your mind as your noses touched.

Then a chorus of squeals and applause erupted from the other side of the wall hiding you, and you pulled back. You may have been out of sight but you were not alone, and by all rights you should not have been doing this at all.

Entirely out of sorts with your heart pounding again, you leapt to your feet to see the children gleefully praising the show. Benedict quickly stood beside you and you both bowed, doing your best to plaster on a smile despite how your mind was reeling. Colin was applauding along with the boys, but quirked a brow at you both.

“Remarkable,” he mused.

You scurried out of the theater box, unable to meet the eyes of either brother, and gathered Caroline in your arms.

Benedict’s voice was tight behind you. “Thank you, Miss y/l/n. I’m afraid I have some things to attend to.” Then he strode briskly out of the room.

Colin looked back at you, his tone friendly but curious. “Yes, I do as well. Excellent performance, Miss y/l/n.” You nodded in thanks but continued to avert your eyes, convinced your blush was revealing all. “Be good for Miss y/l/n you lot, I’ll see you soon.” Patting the little heads as he went, Colin gave a final bow then left too.

You bounced Caroline anxiously, reliving every sensation in your mind. The repeated grasp of Benedict’s fingers, the invitation in his eyes, the heat of him crowding around you, your brush with an impossible kiss… Now he seemed cross with you. Cross or embarrassed, or perhaps just as confused as you were. What on earth were you supposed to do now? As Barney shrieked and overturned a jar of coloring pencils, you found your answer. All you could do was your job and keep your focus on the children.

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mrsgiovanna · 3 years ago

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Since I’ve been having The Batman brainrot, I’ve been thinking. Imagine Giorno (specifically yandere gio), just brooding intensely over reader😳

Ooof this ask, I'm working on another Yan!Giorno one shot but your ask reminded me of a small something that's been living in my head rent free lol.

TW: Fem reader, yandere behaviour, somewhat ooc from how I write Yan!Gio

It all started when you had chosen to intervene that day. It was a day like any other, you rose early, took care of your meandering morning routine and had started making your way to work. Naples hadn't looked more beautiful in all her springtime glory, but the owner of a pair of emerald eyes begged to differ when his gaze had fallen on you. Giorno had watched you intently from his vantage point at the rooftop cafe he liked to frequent on mornings like those. He appreciated the birds-eye view, like a deity overlooking his pantheon, he watched the hustle and bustle and spotted you darting your way through the crowd when you had stopped abruptly, your gaze being caught by something he couldn't quite discern. He had set down the mocha latte he'd been nursing and concentrated at the scene unfolding below him.

You had seen your fair share of atrocities that had taken place under that beautiful Neapolitan sky, each had irked you more than the last, but when you had seen a child almost snatched by someone who looked like a tourist, your body moved to intervene before your mind could rationalize the action. It was a simple action, in a crowded place like that, any inkling that you had known the child would have spooked off the potential kidnapper. Blissfully unaware of the doom she was spared, the little girl had run off towards an older woman with outstretched arms, chants of Nonna in her tiny voice mingling with the noisy surroundings. You watched as they walked off, ensuring that she was safe before you had resumed your trip to work.

The irony of it all, the simple act of saving an innocent had sealed your own fate… transfixed by the events that unfolded below him, rooted to that spot, Giorno’s interest was piqued, for the first time in years he was moved by the actions of another. Dropping a hundred euro bill on the table the don had finally exited the establishment, the barista followed at a safe distance in order to flip the sign indicating that the place was now open to the public, having been closed on account of Giorno's presence. He hardly dwelled in public spaces, the few choice areas that he had chosen to frequent were under express instructions to remain closed off to the public while Giorno was there, of course, it was for his own safety, but I left him feeling isolated nonetheless… Although he was no stranger to this… his entire life had been one isolated existence after another, save for one bizarre week in 2001, however, even that was short-lived…

Still thinking about what had happened a few moments ago, he had sent a few instructions to his consigliere to take care of the stray vermin that had managed to escape his new regime undetected, and had trusted that his wishes would be carried out, of that he was certain. The thing that posed a challenge to him though, was you. Reminded of both himself and his savior and being a firm believer in the power of shaping one's own destiny, his renewed resolve revolved around getting to know you. Any other intel gathering mission would have been passed on to an underling, this time, however, he had taken on the task himself. After a few days of relentless searching and pouring over videos of you going about your day in his free time, he had felt confident that he had your routine pinned down to its finest details. He knew his interest had bordered on obsession, he saw it in the way Mista and Fugo had guarded themselves when the topic of you had come up in their conversations. But none of that mattered, he was too far in to back out, too invested to give up, too taken with you to go back to life before he encountered you…

His stage was set, with all the world's citizens serving as his marionettes, all that was left now was to insidiously insert himself into all the facets of your life… for one as charming as he, that was the easy part, or so he thought…

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aftokrator-official · 2 years ago

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[for da oc meme] ALL OF THEM FOR UR SNIPER PLES TBANK YOU

sdkfjsd OKAY HAHA

@wannabe-etymologist also asked for 10, 15, and 16 for her, so... here!

What’s their name? Is there any meaning behind it?

Eskeri, or Essi for short. Presumably it's a Rhodokhroun name, but I haven't thought of an in-universe meaning for it yet skdjfskd

2. How old are they?

She's around 18, I think.

3. What is their occupation? If they are a student, which school do they go to?

She's at Border full time, living in the dorms at HQ. Her cover identity likely wouldn't hold up to close scrutiny, so finding work outside Border would be difficult. Though she's a bit of a recluse, so that probably doesn't bother her.

4. Who does their family consist of? (If they have pets, you can include them too)

She hasn't seen her family since she was taken to Aftokrator - I haven't quite decided if they were killed in an invasion or uprising, or if they're still alive but she was taken from them. I think her immediate family is her mother, father, and younger brother.

5. Are they from Mikado City originally or were they scouted by Border?

As previous answers may have implied lolol, she's a Neighbor originally from Rhodokhroun, though she was taken and conscripted at around 12-13 due to her high trion levels. Unlike Hyuse and House Ellin, the House that took her treated their conscripts very impersonally, and the lack of care led to botching her horn implantation. Eventually she was able to run away, though she couldn't get back to Rhodokhroun, and wound up going to Meeden to escape Aftokrator's reach.

6. What made them join Border?

She was picked up by Border shortly after arriving in Meeden, and as she didn't particularly pose a threat, she was allowed to remain on the condition that she enlisted so that Border could monitor her. Her status as a Neighbor is still a secret from everyone except the higher-ups and her squad captain.

7. When did they join Border?

Not solid on a timeline yet, but it's gotta be after Yuuma and Hyuse were already in Border, so having a Neighbor enlisted isn't much of a problem, especially one without the baggage Yuuma (Black Trigger) and Hyuse (enemy combatant) had.

8. What’s their position at Border?

She's a sniper. Which is completely different from how she fought as an Afto soldier, actually - I get the feeling that fighters who heavily specialize in long range combat like Border's snipers are not that common among Neighbors, from the ones we've seen. But the idea of picking off her foes at a distance appealed to her, and she's quite good at it.

9. What rank are they? Are they a part of a squad? If so, what squad is it?

She's in Kozue Squad - a B-rank squad with two Attackers (@blackapollonia's Naoko and Akemi) and their Operator/captain (@promisinininining's Kiyomi). I imagine she was kind of sprung on them - Essi herself probably wasn't too keen on the idea of joining a squad at all, but it's not easy to go it alone as a sniper, and it's hard to imagine any Operator wanting to partner up with her as a solo combatant anyway lmao. So their teamwork is pretty rough at first. She's also a much better sniper than her solo rank would suggest, because she skips training constantly and only really does the bare minimum to get by. Border's sniper division is a pretty friendly, close-knit group, and Essi has resisted every bit of it lol. In Afto, she was consistently one of the lowest-performing soldiers in her unit, thanks to her malfunctioning horns making Horn Triggers very difficult for her to use, and Trion levels that - while high for Border (probably in the 7-9 range) - are pretty low for a horned soldier. So she's still not really used to thinking of herself as skilled.

10. What do their Main Trigger and Sub Trigger consist of?

She equips all three sniper rifles (though favors Egret), Bagworm, Shield, and I think she'd make good use of a Chameleon as well. I think she'd carry something for short-to-midrange combat to use in a pinch as well, because she's pretty decent at it thanks to her Afto training despite not officially having any Attacker or Shooter training in Border. Maybe Hound? Haven't decided.

11. Do they have a side effect? If so, what is it?

No Side Effect. Her Trion levels are high for Border, probably in the 7-9 range, but middling to poor for an Afto soldier, thanks to her half-functional horns.

12. Do they have a mentor or a mentee? If so, who are they?

I'd really like to inflict her on one of her sniper senpais, though I haven't decided who - it would have to be someone pretty persistent and pushy, because I can't imagine she wants any part of being mentored haha. Someone'll probably see her potential and make an attempt, though. I could see someone like Satori or Touma being impervious enough to her bad attitude to try it.

13. How did the large invasion four and a half years ago impact their view on the Neighbors?

She's a Neighbor herself and wasn't around for the invasion, but she does deeply despise Aftokrator for what they did to her and her nation - so she probably has more in common with Kido Faction than they or she would be entirely comfortable with.

14. Do they want to go on the away mission or not? Why?

Probably not - she has the (partly paranoid, but partly accurate) idea lodged in her head that returning to the Neighborhood at all would only paint a target on her back for Aftokrator. There is a part of her that would very much like to return to Rhodokhroun, but she has long given up on that being possible for her - which, again, is partly realistic (it would be difficult for her to escape Afto's notice in their own vassal state) and partly a product of learned helplessness from her Afto indoctrination.

15. Amongst Border agents, who do they usually hang out with?

She's extremely untrusting and antisocial in general, so she hasn't endeared herself to many and doesn't socialize much with people outside of her squad. She's very quiet and withdrawn, and comes across as shy at first, but once she's opened her mouth it doesn't take long for her rude, acerbic personality to shine through... which puts people off, and that is mostly on purpose. I could see a fellow sniper or two making an attempt to crack through her shell, though. Depending on timeline, it'd be really cute if an older Chika was able to get her to open up. And of course Azuma might be patient and kind enough to manage it, too (someone please tell me not to give Azuma the World's Worst Daughter) I also think she might have some aptitude for trion engineering, thanks to her past - we know Rhodokhroun has strong Trion Soldier forces despite their small size, and if her parents were involved with developing them at all, the engineering labs might be a place she would immediately feel comfortable. So it'd be cute to have her sort of friendly - or at least Less Rude - with a few of the engineers. They let her hide out in engineering when she wants to avoid people and in return she'll help tinker with triggers that need repair or modifications.

16. Is there a shop in Mikado City they like to frequent?

Not at first, I don't think. She's reclusive and also honestly pretty scared of going out in the open outside of Border, at least early on. Eventually, I could see her having very strong opinions about which restaurants she prefers, and it'd be cute to see someone drag her out of her shell a little to experience more of Meeden for herself.

#world trigger #elcie ocs

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mmvalentine · 3 years ago

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Hi, it's CoN rhys and First Kiss anon, come to terrorise you with more weird promp requests😈haha. Okay so like no pressure at all lol, but would you consider maybe writing a Hades/Persephone type fic for Feysand? You're such a brilliant writer and I love all your fics. But seriously no pressure at all. Bye! 🖤

Hello sweet thing! I finally got inspired to start on this after reading @asteria-of-mars's latest masterpiece, and I have to say I'm enjoying it! I think you're my lucky charm anon because your other prompts First Fall and Fuck You, Feyre Darling are now two of my favourites. Anyway here's a soft and Gods inspired piece x

Pomegranate Part 1

Rhysand strolls through along the border of the Spring Court and gazes over the fields of flowers. Although he will always favour his own territory, even the Lord of Night has to admit that Spring is pretty.

It is twilight now and the dusk is settling in. The girl in the field notices Rhys watching her, and smiles shyly. He lifts a hand, and she walks over to him.

“Hello you,” she says. Her voice is soft and high, like falling petals, and it seems to reach right into Rhys.

“Hello little one,” he says back.

“I’ve seen you walking around here,” the girl tells him. “Do you come to see the wildflowers?”

“Yes,” Rhys replies, “although there is one particular blossom that is much more beautiful than the rest.” His eyes wander to the fresh bloom on her cheek, and he is not lying.

The girl drops her gaze as she smiles, and the loss of her blue-grey eyes is more than Rhys can bear. His hand darts out of its own accord, and gently lifts her chin.

“You have such stormy eyes, for a season so tranquil,” he says. She ignores him.

“I know who you are,” she tells him. “My father says to stay away from you.” Rhys’s brow furrows.

“Your father… did not like my father.” His face lightens. “Then again, I did not much like him either.” He grins, and the daughter of Spring tilts her head to one side to watch him. “And you?” he says. “What is your name?”

The girl feigns scandal. “What a question!” she says in mock horror. “Give you my name, so you might enchant me to follow you?” Rhys’s lips curl upward.

“I could just steal you away right now. No one would know.”

“My father would come after you.”

“How would he know it was me?”

“Because he didn’t like your father.”

Rhys’s eyes light. “But he might like me if he got to know me. Many find that they do.”

“I can’t imagine why.”

Rhys is grinning again now, despite himself. He puts his hands in his pockets.

“But you know my name?”

“Yes Rhysand, I do.”

“Mm. It sounds so good when you say it.”

“Well maybe I’ll have you follow me around.”

“I might do it anyway.”

“Still think my father might like you?”

“I’m not scared of old Tambourine.”

The girl giggles at that, and the sound of it rings in Rhys’s ears for minutes after.

“I’ll tell you what,” she says. “Come and see me tomorrow. If I spend a bit more time with you I might decide to trust you with my name.”

“Spend time with me now, I’m not doing anything.”

“Well I am,” she says. “Now go away and leave me be.”

“I don’t think I can leave my court two evenings in a row.”

“Then you’ll never know my name.”

“But that’s hardly fair!” Rhys protests. “You already know my name, should I not have something of yours?”

“Fine,” she says, and steps in close. Rhys barely has time to be surprised, before she stands up on her tip-toes and presses a kiss to his cheek. “Now you have something of mine too.”

And with that she wanders off, leaving Rhys standing in the field of flowers with his fingers on his face.

The next day, Rhys walks through the Spring field but didn’t see the girl. He thinks about the way that he had teased her, and wonders if she might have stayed home and laughed at him. Then something grabs his ankle, and he almost falls.

“Hello you,” the girl says. Rhys stares down at where she is lying amongst the long stems.

“My favourite flower,” he said. “I almost stepped on you.”

“The evening is warm, come and lie down with me.”

Rhys glances around, and finds the field empty again. He gets down on the ground and lays his long legs out beside her. Above them, the sky is peaches and cream.

“Why are we lying on the ground?” Rhys asks. The girl surprises him again by taking his hand and lacing her fingers through his.

“Because from here you can hear things growing in the earth,” she says. “Listen.”

She closes her eyes and breathes deeply. Rhys tries to listen too, but is distracted by the freckled serenity of her pale face in the stretching shadows.

“You’re not listening,” the girl scolds, without opening her eyes. “Don’t you know it’s rude to stare? We hardly know each other.”

“But you’re holding my hand,” Rhys points out. Now she does look at him, and he could drown in the ocean of her eyes.

“I’m a child of Spring,” she says, and then gives him a smile so lovely his heart breaks. “And Spring is the season for love.” He falls for her, just a little, right then and there.

Rhys rolls onto his side, and brings his thumb to her lower lip without letting go of her hand.

“My court is Night,” he said. “No wonder we’re friends.”

The girl shoves Rhys lightly in the chest. “Night is for lust, not love,” she teases. “And we’re not friends yet.” She goes to pull her hand out of his, but Rhys catches it back and she lets him.

“Then tell me how I can be your friend.” The girl’s eyes sparkle.

“Visit me again,” she says. “My father is very… protective. And I am lonely.”

“I can do that.”

The girl picks up his other hand now. “Visit me everyday.”

Rhys laughed. “I’ll visit you every day, for a month. If you tell me your name.”

She frowns at his fingers, even as she strokes his knuckles.

“For six months,” she says.

“Two.”

“Five.”

“Three.”

“Four, and I’ll give you a kiss.”

Rhys grins at that. “Deal,” he says. He untangles his hand from hers, so he can slide it behind her hair and cup the back of her skull. The daughter of Spring looks up at him through lidded eyes.

“Your cheek, Rhys,” she whispers.

“But nights are for lust,” he says, and then kisses her open mouthed and hungrier than he meant to. She tastes of rosewater and sweet pear. The girl’s arms twine round his neck and pull him closer, and without thinking he rolls her on top of him. Her weight is delicious along the length of his body, and the evening breeze blows her honey hair across his face.

Finally, the girl pulls back and looks at him from above. He tucks a curl behind her ear, and she flicks his nose for taking more than she had offered. Rhys thinks she might tell him off, but instead, she just says, “Feyre. My name is Feyre.”

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Read Part 2

PS Big time thanks to everyone who reblogged some of my fics after I asked for some extra love for them!!! I appreciate it so much and hope you enjoy this new thing. I reckon there might be... seven parts.

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youryanderedaddy · 4 years ago

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Guys, I would like to thank all of you for all the support since I started this blog, you are the best <3 Btw this is the fic Elon Musk doesn’t want you to see lol, jk jk

Title: Humanity

Words: 3.6k

Summary: When you get sold to an odd looking robot after the last failure of a rebellion, things go better than you had expected. Until they don’t.

tw: robot/AI apocalypse au, dystopia au, slavery, slight non - sexual public nudity, discrimination, vulgar language, mention of death and child abuse (in the past), obsessive behavior, non - consensual touching, angst

AD 3061y., 14 September

Your hometown was in ruins, shattered by the Forces and left without any source of food, clean water or reliable manpower. The rebellion had failed just like the first ten attempts and as much as you had wanted to believe this time would be different, your dreams stayed nothing more than a way to cope with the harsh reality. Any intelligent individual had either managed to flee before the prosecution or died in agony while trying. You could still hear their pained screams ringing in your ear, the desperate look in their pupils sealed forever in your mind along with the sound of heavy breathing slowly fading into the background like your own hopes for a better future.

The ones who decided to play meek and close their eyes to the inhuman torture happening in the area were spared, but what awaited them could potentially be worse than death itself. You were part of the flock of pitiful weak humans who had surrendered to the heartless machines wanting nothing more than to see mankind squirm and kneel underneath their mechanic heel like a bug. And now you would face the hour of judgment – tired and exhausted, heavy rusty chains around your bruised ankles making every next step a little harder than the last one. But you were certain that the most painful humiliating event hadn’t taken place yet and the thought made your blood run cold. You could recall the countless stories you used to hear on the streets from your friends about androids stealing kids and selling them like cattle to the most powerful leaders of society. Back then you would laugh at them, finding the ideas ridiculous, better fit for a conspiracy theory or a legend rather than an actual threat. But during that time life was easier – the robots were still your friends, just your average citizens, equal to the humans in every manner. It wasn’t until ten years later that some of them realized just how much better, stronger and smarter than the people they really were. That’s how the apocalypse started and that’s how it was going to end. These days the mortals were becoming extinct with the population cut down to one million. You didn’t have names or rights to any possession. Your mere survival had one purpose only – to entertain the machines so they could feel human again. And right now you were being dragged to Soraq, also known as the biggest slave market in the country.

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It was just as terrifying as you had imagined it to be. The Capital was supposed to express wealth, luxury and maybe even happiness but your old human views were easily opposed when faced with the mud covering what was left of the pavement and the pale exhausted bodies of the mortals wandering the streets searching for a hot meal and a little bit of kindness it was clear no one wanted to provide. You reached out to help a young girl sobbing all by herself on the ground but the Officer roughly yanked your shoulder back and ordered you to keep going – his cold hard touch was enough to bruise your skin.

After a few long minutes of uncertainty your keeper finally stopped, pulling you up some black stairs leading to a small stage and if you weren’t too busy looking around for the others who were captured, you might have noticed the crowd gathered inches away from you. Soon enough you were forced to redirect your attention as you heard the approving screams and cheering below. There were hundreds of robots staring at you, smirking maliciously, pinning you with their cold calculating gazes. You finally realized that this wasn’t just a bad dream or a nightmare, something unreal you could easily run away from by opening your eyes. You were about to become property and the worst part was the way the cruel machines perfectly resembled people – they looked the same except for the dark red pupils each possessed which glowed when going into a fight mode. But unlike humans the androids had gotten rid of their most intimate emotions and fears, turning themselves into empty shells, shiny and murderous with no way to experience anything properly, be it pleasure or pain.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” The Officers started off with a low chuckle, his heavy hand wrapped tightly around your arm. His voice should have been programmed to be monotone but now it had a playful edge to it. “Today our dear subjects have decided to be feisty yet again. They still haven’t learned their lesson it seems.” He grinned eerily, quickly followed by the mocking laugher of the crowd. Some even shouted slurs and insults but you tried to focus on controlling your feelings. You needed to stay calm if you wanted to survive. “We really can’t expect more from the mankind. They are primal after all, they just can’t learn from their mistakes.” The male robot paused for a second to fix his microphone. “It’s in their DNA code to be foolish and pathetic. That’s why we need to take better care of them.” He whispered the last line down your neck and despite knowing that the machines didn’t have actual lungs, you could swear you felt his cold breath on your sensitive skin.

“The woman is in her early twenties. Her background is unknown, but she certainly looks like someone you would want in your collection.” The android continued talking as if you weren’t there, his hands all over your tinier frame. The mass was yelling, but you only made out the words „down”, „strip” and „human”. Your eyes watered involuntarily and you let the tears stream down your cheeks in spite of the weakness they showed. It didn’t matter – it couldn’t get any worse so you could at least let yourself experience such little bits of comfort. In the next moment the Officer ripped your old ragged t-shirt, exposing your breasts to the cold autumn air. The hot red humiliation washed over you as the degrading whistles pierced trough your heart. It was such a cruel unfair punishment and you couldn’t even keep your composure long enough to not break down ugly – crying right there.

“The bidding starts at one thousand eros!” The robot’s evil voice echoed through the area, reaching the market borders. Suddenly all the attention was on your scared vulnerable half-naked self. More than ten androids raised their hands, making your stomach turn in terror. Most of them had unpleasant appearances, resembling old people, usually men. “Do we have two thousand eros?” The officer added quickly afterwards having seen the shown interest. This time there were only five bots willing to buy you for so much money – but the show was far from over. “Am I seeing three thousand eros?” Your keeper kept going, determined to drain your bidders off their wealth, but to his utmost surprise now there were only two robots with their hands in the air – one seemingly younger and the other looking all wrinkled and bitter at the world. You silently prayed that fate would work in your favor only this time and hand you over to the man who would treat you more like a living being and less like an object.

“Ten thousand eros.” Suddenly the android with a kinder appearance declared out loud, his cold stern gaze fixed onto you. The other male hesitated for a moment, probably wondering whether or not you were worth so much money, but at the end he cursed under his breath and slowly put his hand down with a sour expression. “Sold to K-010 for ten thousand eros!” The automatic voice of the Officer was ringing in your ear like an alarm while the crowd was shouting and cussing, some going as far as to criticize your new owner for giving up his monthly salary for a “cheap human whore”. Next he was invited on the stage to sign off all the needed documents leading to your freedom being ripped away forever and you were injected with a tiny chip which would make your location visible to your buyer at any given time. The android looked at you soon after and in one swift move he managed to place his leather coat on your shoulders, muttering at you to cover up. You obeyed, embarrassed by the reminder that your upper half was still fully exposed to all the hungry prying immortals. When the chains were finally removed, the robot took you by the hand and led you to a small white flying car with a yellow lily drawn on top – the brand was popular among the most powerful members of the Forces.

“Don’t even think about running away.” K-010 growled when he noticed the way your attention drifted to the nearby road before finally taking your seat. You knew it was pointless now that the tracking device was deep into your skin but deep down you still couldn’t kill the last bit of hope screaming at you to do something before you were too far away to find home again, wherever it was. “If you so much as look outside while we drive, I will use my lasers to turn you into ash. Okay?” You nodded meekly and sank into the soft comfortable seat, wishing that your body would stop shaking in fear but to no avail.

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The journey was long and silent but it made you remember the days when music was still allowed and you used to turn the radio all the way up in your mother’s car. You would sing loudly until your throat hurt and your friends would ask you to just shut up and focus on the road. Everything was so normal and happy back then. The stinging nostalgia threatened to overcome so you tried to focus on something else. You finally faced your owner in an attempt to study his appearance. He was probably in his late twenties, his hair white with some black locks here and there, a fashion trend you usually didn’t care much for. You couldn’t afford to bother with your hairstyle when you were constantly running for your life after all. The robotic male had sun-kissed brown skin, he was taller than most human men and his lips seemed softer than most robots’. But the biggest mystery laid in his deep dark eyes, they looked scarlet at first but the more you stared, the easier it was to realize the color was actually brown.

“Are you a cyborg, K-010?” You asked in a small voice out of the blue, breaking the peace and quiet in the air. The android didn’t spare you much attention with his gaze fixed onto the open sky serving as a road, still he opened his mouth slightly to respond. “My name is Kyle, the numbers are just a formality.” He inhaled sharply as if he was reminiscing a bad memory. “And yes, I am biologically human – just with a few practical upgrades.” You had heard of such people before, the ones willing to become an experiment so they could join the high society oppressing their own neighbors, friends and relatives, setting the lands on fire and destroying the dying environment but you had never met one until today. Honestly, you felt betrayed. It was one thing to be some unfeeling machine’s plaything and entirely another to be owned by someone with a functioning heart even though they weren’t too keen on using it properly.

“Why would you do that?” You couldn’t stop the question from leaving your lips in the next moment. “You should know what humans have to go through just to stay alive. Today hundreds of us were crushed and sold like some animals! Yet you changed yourself to appeal to their disgusting standards.” You raised your voice, the hot tears already spilling down your cheeks yet again, your fists clenched in pure anger at the foolish greedy man. He simply shook his head and leaned back. “I had my reasons, sweetheart. You don’t know anything.” With that the conversation had ended, you could try and argue or even blame him for being a selfish bastard but it wouldn’t have done you any good so you decided against it. It didn’t matter much anymore.

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A few months went by slowly even though time meant little to someone in your position. Living with Kyle wasn’t as terrible as you thought it would be – his mansion was big and spacious, luxurious even. You had your own room and you were allowed to explore the house in your free time. You didn’t have many duties to attend to, your work mostly revolved around cooking, cleaning and keeping company with your owner when he was too tired to keep the robotic mask on and just wanted something sweet, something weak, something more human around. He didn’t want much out of you so you tried to do your best and stay on his good side – there was always a warm meal waiting at the table at night, every window was carefully wiped from the previous dust and the glass was now shining brightly, and you would listen for hours on end to the cyborg’s ramblings no matter how dreadful it could be sometimes.

But it couldn’t be denied that the man had some odd habits, even if you were to overlook him buying a living being instead of simply hiring a maid. For example, you knew how thin the walls actually were because you could hear him cry almost every night. The half-robot would hold you close any time the news were too loud or a bottle of beer had fallen and shattered on the ground. Still you weren’t allowed to leave his home so all the doors leading to the outside world were locked while he was away or at work. And there were these weird long cuts on his shoulders you had managed to take notice of the first time your master had asked you to bathe him. You hadn’t meant to prey upon his naked form, but the task had been so awkward you needed something to focus on to drive the unpleasant thoughts away. The injuries looked deep and the man would close his eyes any time the soap made contact with them. Finally one day you gathered the courage to ask him what had caused the raw scratches. You were messaging his scalp gently, applying jasmine in his roots, trying to soothe his nerves and get to the information.

“ ’S not important. ” K-010 answered lazily while arching his back into your touch. More often than not the male would melt under your care and you couldn’t help but wonder just how lonely it was to be neither a human nor a machine. “She is dead now.” He whispered darkly, secretly hoping it wouldn’t reach your ear, yet it did. “Who is dead?” You questioned him after a while, stroking his wet locks until you heard him moan. You were getting better and better at provoking a reaction from the cyborg and despite knowing it was manipulative and a little devious, he was still the ruthless owner who held your one and only life in his palms. You needed to be sneaky if you wanted a safe, comfortable life.

“My mother.” Kyle added quickly before looking at the blue ceiling, the glossy material copying both of your reflections. The mention of the woman made the sensitive skin of his nape crawl but he kept talking. “The crazy bitch used to beat me every. She even tried to kill me a couple of times.” A slight smile appeared on his full red lips. “It didn’t work out in the end, unfortunately.” So that’s where the cuts were from – he had been violated in his childhood by no other than the person supposed to look after him. You had always hated abusive parents taking advantage of their authority and even now your own imagination made your heart ache at the picture it painted. A small boy being hit over and over until there his whole body was bruised and bloodied. A child with no one to turn to. It didn’t excuse your master’s evil doing but it certainly explained a lot. “Don’t make such a sad face, darling.” He cooed at you, reaching out to pinch your cheek. “I will always be grateful to the Forces since they gave me the power I needed to finally free myself from her grasp. I even buried her myself after everything was said and done.” Kyle grinned from side to side like a little kid waiting to be praised for the picture they had drawn, except now the man was speaking of the way he had murdered his mother. You were at a total loss of words, suddenly too frightened to respond.

“What’s so special about being a human anyways?” The cyborg grumbled, sounding almost offended of the words you still haven’t said but were definitely thinking deep down. You were staring forward unable to draw away from that one crack in the wall, his words flying above your head. Your confusion was interrupted by the man quickly raising to his knees and catching both of your hands with his strong robotized ones. The cold touch of the metal combined with the camouflage of a soft skin was enough to mess your mind even further into the maze that was his dark gaze. Next thing you knew the male had you pinned on the hard ground, spotlessly clean and reeking of abstergent. You tried to squirm away but the hold of your wrists was too tight and strong to even make your struggling worth the trouble. “Just look at how weak you humans are.” K-010 taunted you, smirking teasingly, cruelly, yet there was something desperate in his eyes, something hidden. “You are so fragile I could probably break you if I were to press harder on your flesh.” He whispered into your ear, breathing down your neck as he dug his icy fingers into your collarbone and made you whimper pathetically at the dull pain. “People are foolish creatures, illogical by nature. They try to fight authority yet the moment they are left with a free choice, they find a way to run from their responsibilities.” The cyborg chuckled maliciously while digging his nails further into your skin.

“We might be doomed forever because of our emotions but there is something you fail to consider.” You finally spoke out despite your rapid heartbeat and fear so great it could defeat death herself. The predator already had you in his sharp claws and there was no pointing in playing coy anymore. The worst had come to worst. Your words caught the attention of the half-robot and he licked his lips in anticipation to hear what you had to say. “Unlike the androids we can still experience love. And at the end a life without love is a life wasted in the big picture. We might be mortal but you are the ones waiting to die instead of living.” You spat at the man fiercely, ready to face any punishment he would bestow upon your weak tired body for the sheer honesty. Instead he started laughed maniacally, the sound so loud it hit the ceiling and echoed through the house like a pained scream and so violent his shoulders shook to the sides. For the first time his eyes were glowing in a bright red color so saturated and vivid you couldn’t stand to look at them.

“This is really funny, my little human.” Kyle pronounced carefully, having calmed down. He lowered his head so that his lips were ghosting over yours, just brushing against them. “I belong with neither humans nor robots so why does my chest ache every time I look at you? Tell me, darling, am I in love?” His voice was harsh, husky – as if he was purposely trying to sound evil but the tears in his eyes pointed at another feeling. A raw painful feeling.

You couldn’t reply not only because you had no idea what to say after the confession but also because you couldn’t breathe properly with his pretty, wicked face so close to yours. Your silence only managed to stir the cyborg up further into his madness and he kissed you roughly, hungrily lapping and biting at your lips until they were sore and bruised, the robotic man more than happy to lick the small drops of blood off. For a moment you considered kicking or shouting for help but there wasn’t anyone willing to in the radius of kilometers. No one of significance cared much about the few remaining mortals. “I could never love you.” You uttered weakly, half – heartedly pushing the man away. You were all alone in this and there wasn’t really a point in fighting someone so much bigger and stronger, yet a sad little part of you hoped that Kyle would leave you alone if you made it clear enough just how much his actions were hurting you.

“It’s fine if you don’t love me by choice.” Your master replied calmly in a cold piercing voice. His hands were wandering through your form stopping at your hips to draw them into his. The pretty dress you used to like so much was now crumpled and reeking of him, torn apart from your shivering body and thrown away. You wished you could cry but all the adrenaline had left you too uneasy to process the pain and fear. Kyle whispered in your ear while stroking your hair gently and it made you feel like a trembling sheep before a starved butcher. “I own you, little human.” He placed a small kiss on your hot sensitive neck. “And I have enough love for both of us.”

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