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chrollogy · 6 months ago

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A LOVER’S UNWRITTEN SCRIPT

— kuroo tetsurou x f!reader

syn: A-list actor, Kuroo Tetsurou—your ex lover—is still shamelessly in love with you. It doesn’t help how the intimate scenes you film together feels like a trip down to memory lane where you held each other’s hearts in the past. Despite Kuroo’s best efforts to keep the bubbling feelings at bay, he shamelessly bares the truth that lay inside his heart during a private rehearsal with you—in hopes to rekindle the once passionate relationship you two shared.

18+ MDNI; actor au, ex-lover!kuroo, implied breakup, mutual pining, exes to lovers, light angst, fluff, kuroo is horrendously down bad for reader (pathetically, even), explicit smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (baby, temptress, my love), not beta read.

word count: 4.8k

notes: weeeee just a lil gift for my dear friend @avatarofstars whom i promised to write a kuroo oneshot for hehe !! enjoy :> divider: cafekitsune.

mimi approved: “he [kuroo] folded like a wet napkin.”

The air was thick, and suffocating, as if it had its large hands wrapped around your neck, blunt fingertips digging into your flushed skin as each second passed, each thundering heartbeat that knocked against your chest. Caged in between familiar arms atop the soft mattress, your gaze was met with bare skin—a beautifully sun kissed chest—peeking beneath an ivory evening shirt with a few buttons sinfully undone.

Kuroo.

An icy shiver kissed along the length of his spine as your digit sensually traced the dips of his collarbones, and down, down, down to the valley of his chest until it's halted by a fastened button. Breath hitching at the eye contact, his hooded gaze clouded with nothing but pure carnal desire, pools of endless hazel reeling you into wicked temptation as his stare lingered on your own a little too long for your liking.

And as Kuroo slowly inched in, your heart skipped a beat or two, the musky scent of his cologne driving all five of your senses up the wall, his evening shirt bunched beneath your very palm.

Fluttering your eyes shut, the mattress shifted beneath the weight of his palms as the tip of his nose found your own, lightly rubbing it against each other—teasing the intimacy of your faces. God, what a tease.

Mere centimetres apart from your lips, the tension in the air steadily climbed to its peak as Kuroo’s hot breath interlaced with your own, locked in an endless dance before being whisked away as he seals your lips together in a passionate kiss.

Familiar. It was all too familiar—the movement of his lips, the heavy breath that planted butterfly kisses all over your face, the miniature sounds that slipped past his mouth, the plushness of it.

Vivid memories burned into your eyelids at the familiarity of the kiss, recounting the bittersweet past that you once shared with the ravenette—the sweet exchanges, the ‘i love you’s’, the countless nights spent tangled in each other’s bodies under the moonlit skies.

A low groan stirred from Kuroo’s chest as he eagerly pressed his face further, the back of your head flushed against the ivory pillow beneath as the soft smacks of your lips together filled the thick atmosphere of the room. It made him dizzy, his body eager for more, more, more as the cloud he rode ascended higher.

Before Kuroo could brazenly slip his hot tongue past your lips to take it up a notch, the director’s sharp voice sliced through the sultry atmosphere, bitterly reeling him back to reality—as if his whole body had been drenched in icy waters,

“Cut!”

It felt like your bodies were mere magnets attracted to one another because it took all of Kuroo’s sanity to hesitantly pull away from you—from your lips��giving ample distance between both your bodies, a daring contrast to a few seconds ago. Lips parted, and chest heaving to satiate his lungs with much needed oxygen, Kuroo took the time to ground himself; to remind himself that, in fact, this was all just an act. Nothing was real.

A breeze of coolness engulfed your skin at the lack of your co-star’s body warmth, a tinge of loneliness rooting itself as you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding. Reality slowly settled in your skin, slowly becoming aware of the amount of crew, and equipment around—harsh lights flooded from the side, the view of the boom mic hovering above the bed, the camera that captured each scene.

Kuroo couldn’t hear a damn thing the director was saying over the harsh pounding of his heart, mind plagued with endless thoughts of you—it was always you. No one else.

Sure, this was all for the upcoming movie the both of you starred in but he couldn’t erase the fact that everything felt so normal, like it was meant to be. It pained his yearning heart that outside these calculated scenes, you were cold, and distant, carefully treading around him as if you were surrounded by a field of landmines—one wrong move, and everything burns to ashes.

At the end of the day, Kuroo couldn’t blame you, he was the one who initiated the break up in the first place. Five years ago, you were both aspiring actors under the same agency, auditioning for supporting roles left, and right to get your respective names out in the film industry—to get noticed by your unique talents. Somewhere down the line, Kuroo prioritised his career, leaving you to man the boat in the staggering relationship until one day, he finally saw fit to break it off.

A long time has passed since then, now, the two of you were illustrious actors that became household names through sheer talent, starring in countless award winning films. You, and Kuroo only saw each other through prestigious award shows, and buzzing premiere nights but nothing more than a few distant glances here, and there. And it was certainly both your first time to land a romantic leading role together.

The first time Kuroo properly saw you again was during table work for script analysis. Bare faced, clad in the simplest clothes, and a navy blue hat over your head—it had his heart shamelessly hammering away despite the awkward greeting you both exchanged. Safe to say, the ravenette had his hazel gaze locked on you the entire time, stuttering over his words the entire time while a deep crimson blush stained his sun kissed cheeks.

You were different—attractively different. The way you carried yourself in absolute confidence had him weak in the knees. It felt like he was young, and crushing all over again. A feeling Kuroo swore he’d never get tired of as long as it was for you.

Back in his trailer, the raven-haired male unceremoniously plopped himself atop the black leather couch, the fabric groaning beneath his weight. Resting an arm over his closed eyes, he let out a sigh into the empty trailer, silence engulfing his whole body.

It had been a long day of filming for 16 hours, albeit, only the second day, Kuroo still hasn’t gotten used to spending full days with you, he only had his personal trailer to collect his thoughts, and calm himself down from the raging feelings that bubbled in his chest. It was embarrassing, really, a grown man acting like a lovesick, hormonal teenager around his ex-lover.

He felt guilty on his end—you’ve been nothing but completely professional as any actor should be. You voiced your thoughts with the director during particularly challenging scenes, even going out of your way to discuss, and rehearse some lines with Kuroo before the initial shooting had started. Meanwhile on his end, he gawked at you like some starstruck fan, blindly agreeing to whatever you suggested, if it meant getting closer to you.

Funny thing was that Kuroo was forced to work twice as hard to ignore the blossoming feeling deep within the pit of his stomach; the feel of your clothed body beneath his palms, your plush lips, your gaze that never failed to make his breath hitch, it all drove him absolutely insane.

Removing the arm over his eyes, Kuroo’s phone loudly buzzed from the vanity table, the noise hastily reeling him back to reality. He let out a short sigh before standing up to check the device, legs heavy with exhaustion in each step. The device lit up in his hand, displaying a text message from you; that’s right, you’d asked for Kuroo’s number during the script analysis—he never really deleted yours but it was no use anyway, you had a new one.

‘Hey, Kuroo. Sorry for the late notice! I was just wondering if you wanted to briefly rehearse a few lines with me tonight before filming the scenes tomorrow?’

One thing he couldn’t get used to was you calling him by his surname—it was always Tetsurou or Tetsu from you. God, how he missed the way it rolled off your tongue like honey, saccharine, and smooth. Now, Kuroo just sounded so. . empty, and cold.

Nonetheless, he shook off the uncomfortable feeling rooted deep within his chest, rolling his broad shoulder’s back, muscles moving beneath his ivory evening shirt—it was a habit Kuroo had picked up whenever he felt slightly off.

He swiftly typed back a response, ‘Don’t worry, I don’t mind it at all! I’ll meet you in an hour?’

Seemed casual enough.

A second later, you replied, ‘Cool :) Meet at my suite in an hour.’ Kuroo’s heart pounded at the thought of spending the late hours of the night in your hotel suite. Sure, he had previously rehearsed lines with you but that was in one of the rooms in your talent agency which felt like he was on the clock. Practising scenes with you in your hotel suite however, it was a completely different story—it felt more intimate.

Given the far distance of shooting location, the production had booked separate suites for you, and Kuroo under the same hotel. It had its pros, and cons—pro: being able to see you first thing in the morning whenever you both headed to the shoot in the mornings; con: even with a wall between your suites, just thinking about how close you were drove Kuroo a little crazy.

Given the ample time to wash up, and prepare for the night ahead, Kuroo stood before the ivory double doors to your suite, script in one hand while the other lightly knocked. After a heartbeat, padded footsteps from the other side hastily made its way towards the doors, faint sounds of the lock becoming undone. A door swung open, revealing you in your relaxed late night attire,

“Come in. Thanks again for coming.”

It was exactly the same view that Kuroo had in his suite—boasting a vast, modern space for its esteemed guest, the suite exuded utmost sophistication, and luxury with its grandeur floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the bustling city beneath. Not trusting his voice, and giving you a nod, Kuroo stiffly headed for the champagne couch beneath the gleaming chandeliers.

You weren’t going to lie, seeing Kuroo standing before your door was something you kind of missed, the way his build almost completely obscured the view of the carpeted hallway outside—it wasn’t a foreign sight at all. You had to mentally slap your face for ogling the man, even for a brief second.

Though, no one could really blame you with the way Kuroo’s casual attire hugged his physique; clad in a white printed tee that you knew very well, paired with comfy, jet black sweats. The shirt he wore was his favourite, even back then, though, the only difference was that his torso filled it out much, much better now—the slight bulge of his muscled chest that left little to one’s imagination, and the sinful stretch of the ivory fabric circling his beefy biceps.

Oh, god.

Mentally cursing yourself, you followed suit after locking the doors behind, opting to sit on the champagne couch parallel to where Kuroo sat—his back was straight, and away from the backrest, sitting slightly on the edge of the couch. “Make yourself comfortable. Did you want anything? Hm, the complimentary dom pérignon is still unopened in the wine fridge. .”

Kuroo shook his head, “I’m fine.”

Mixing alcohol into this rehearsal sounded like a nightmare considering how much of a blabbermouth he became once liquid courage stained his bloodstream.

Nodding at his contentment, both of you spent the first few minutes sharing a few notes about the script from the table read, exchanging thoughts and ideas to grasp a deeper understanding of the scene at hand.

You had to physically refrain yourself from smiling at the way Kuroo stumbled over his words from time to time, his hands animatedly moving with each sentence that slipped past his lips. He was always so confident around everyone else but when it came to you, his mind just blanked. After all these years, he was still the same old Kuroo that you loved, and knew.

Something deep in your chest bubbled.

After a while, you were both on your feet, acting out the scene in the expansive living room which involved a bit of a heated argument back, and forth between the female lead, and the male lead.

Kuroo’s tall figure loomed over your own, pools of hazel staring down at you, full of hurt, and confusion, chest heaving from all the emotions that surged through every fibre of his body, “Do you—do you not love me anymore? To even throw baseless accusations at me while my heart yearns for you day, and night is unfair. If you don’t feel the same way for me anymore, tell me, my love,” Two steps closer, trembling hands coming up to cup your jaw, while his solemn gaze locked on to yours.

“Just. . just say the word, and I’ll let you be. Even if this is the very thing that breaks my beating heart.”

Closing your eyes for a brief moment, you inhaled a sharp breath, returning Kuroo’s solemn gaze, your hand sliding up to rest atop one of his own, “No—god, never. I love you so much it hurts. I love you with all my heart, and soul. . ‘M sorry I said stupid things. I just—”

“Shh, it’s okay, my love.” He whispers into the air, barely audible. Kuroo leans his forehead against yours, staying still for a brief moment, before pulling away, eyes shifting down to your lips—the next part had a passionate kissing scene between your character, and Kuroo’s character.

He waited for your approval with a bated breath, and with a slight dip of your chin, Kuroo didn’t hesitate to dive into your lips, letting out a content sigh as he sealed the distance.

The kiss was slow, and deep—it felt real, almost like it came from the depths of his heart. He took his time with your lips, moving ever so slowly to savour the saccharine taste, and angling his head to gain better access. The two of you stood there, in the middle of the spacious living room, lips locked in a sensual kiss, neither one dared to pull away as if waiting to hear the director’s voice say ‘Cut!’ to end the scene.

It never came.

And Kuroo gripped your face a little tighter, pressing himself further into you, savouring the plush of your lips before abruptly pulling away. You shamelessly chased his lips for more, looking up at your ex lover through hooded eyes. Something in the atmosphere shifted—maybe it was the way Kuroo looked down at you, his pink lips parted, and chest heaving or maybe it was the way his kiss felt too real. It was different from the kisses he gave in front of the camera.

You couldn’t quite pinpoint it but Kuroo’s kiss weighed with history behind it.

“I love you. God, I still do. So fucking much.” Kuroo breathed out, voice shaky. He couldn’t hear his own words properly over the hammering of his heart. Fuck, he felt his head spinning.

That wasn’t in the script. Was he improvising?

You froze beneath Kuroo’s searing touch upon hearing the sudden confession, meeting his solemn hazel eyes. If he was being honest, he didn’t know why he had the sudden urge to just let you know what lay inside his heart, all Kuroo knew was he was still shamelessly in love with you—none could change that fact.

“Kuroo . . ?” A deep crease between your brows formed as you furrowed them, trying to find an answer beyond pools of amber. He gave a mournful smile, “I’m sorry, I was such an idiot back then. I-I know it’s stupid to ask you to come back to me but . . you’re the only one I truly want.”

The man before you sheepishly looked down at his feet as you stared at him in disbelief, like you’ve seen some kind of ghost. Your head spun—it was too much to process, you didn’t know whether to be happy because you felt the same way or angry since Kuroo had the audacity to confess that easily after leaving you in the air for so long.

Fuck it.

At your deafening silence, the hands that cupped your face loosened, Kuroo’s body slowly reeling back but before he could put ample distance between, you grabbed him by the collar of his ivory shirt, and eagerly sealed your lips together, earning a surprised gasp from the taller male.

Melting into each other’s hold, Kuroo cut the sweet kiss short, opting to pepper hot, open mouthed kisses along the column of your neck, nose grazing against your sensitive skin to breathe in your intoxicating scent,

“Mhm—! Tetsu. .”

The sudden use of his nickname earned a sharp bite at the junction of your neck, pulling out a dulcet moan from you. Kuroo’s head spun at your dizzying sounds—god, he missed the way his name effortlessly rolled off your sinful tongue. The slumbering beast between his legs stirred as you continued to call out his name into the air like a prayer.

It wasn’t long before the two of you stumbled onto the soft bed while locked in a messy, passionate kiss, trails of discarded articles of clothing along the wooden floors of the suite, just like a pair of lovers who had been long deprived of each other’s blazing touch—it awakened yours, and Kuroo’s dormant, yearning hearts, and nothing was bound to stop it now.

It had been far too long silently orbiting around one another like two celestial bodies intertwined in an endless dance, gravity never straying you both too far from each other but also neither bringing you closer. Tonight, however, it seemed like the universe had granted you, and Kuroo a potent gravitational force—two celestial beings bound for a planetary collision.

It was scandalous—something keen-eyed tabloids would go crazy over—all teeth, and tongue paired with a series of whispered names into the night air. Professionalism was long thrown out the window.

Oh, you could already imagine the amount of bizarre headlines with your names plastered all over the media if one were to see a glimpse behind the doors of your hotel suite.

Just like the scene shot earlier today, Kuroo caged your naked body with his arms, every dip, and curve of his muscles contoured beneath warm hues of the lights above. He slowly kissed his way down the valley of your breasts—teasingly poking his sinful tongue to lap in between them—down to your stomach until reaching the very place where you needed him the most.

“Just like I remembered—beautiful as ever.” Kuroo breathed out, in awe of your raw beauty laid out in front of him to absolutely devour, hazel eyes filled with genuine admiration. His breath fanned over your hot sex, pulling your thighs apart to reveal your glistening cunt.

He didn’t hesitate to dive in, groaning into your soft skin as his tongue eagerly explored your sensitive core. With his eyes closed, forehead creased in absolute concentration, and fingers digging into the plush of your thighs, Kuroo pressed his face further, relishing the familiar flavour that graced his taste buds—you. Your hands were quick to fly down to his unruly raven strands, tugging at it as he lapped your insides like there was no tomorrow.

Whimpers of his name lingered on the damp air, going straight to his cock that hardened with each moan of his name.

Sinful, lewd sounds of Kuroo’s tongue against your velvety walls, mixed with your moans reverberated throughout the expansive suite. He pulled a long, airy whimper from your lips as he nudged the tip of his nose against your sensitive clit, sucking profusely on your sopping cunt.

God, he felt right at home.

The feeling Kuroo had been chasing for the past five years finally came to him on a silver platter, and he wasn’t about to let it go again.

A bubbling feeling in the depths of your core slowly made itself known, rapidly rising up, up, up near the surface where it was bound to release but before that could happen, you mustered all your strength amidst the lustful daze to form a coherent sentence,

“T-Tetsu—wait! Mhm! Hold on. .” You audibly gasped, prying him away from your sensitive cunt. A smack of Kuroo’s lips lingered in the air as he pulled away, hooded gaze staring up at you with concern laced in his eyes, “Something wrong? Did I hurt you?” He panted, hot breath ghosting over the apex of your legs; you watched as his eyes frantically scanned your face, looking for any signs of discomfort.

Shaking your head, Kuroo softly melted onto the ivory sheets below with ease, waiting for you to voice your thoughts; keen hazel eyes watched as you bit your bottom lip, a tinge of hesitancy clouding your blissful expression, “I want to cum around you.”

There was a heartbeat, a brief moment as your words registered in Kuroo’s head—his lips, glistening with your essence, slowly parted, the crimson blush across his cheeks deepening as he fully grasped your sentence. Millions of emotions surged through every fibre of his being, ranging from A to Z. He deemed himself the luckiest man alive, just the thought of feeling your hot, velvety walls around his cock made his head spin with lust.

”You little temptress.” He breathlessly chuckled, it was anything but innocent.

Kuroo eagerly situated himself to your left, propping his body sideways to face you. As if communicating through telepathy, you mirrored his action, bare back flush against his naked chest—it was second nature at this point, having done this countless times in the past; safe to say it was yours, and Kuroo’s favourite position.

Hooking your left hand under your thigh, you propped it up onto the air, a dainty moan escaping your swollen lips as Kuroo teasingly brushed the tip of his hard cock. It made you a little nervous with the knowledge of how thick he was—sure, you’ve taken him inside you before but five years was a long time ago. As if he could sense your nerves, Kuroo placed a trail of chaste kisses from your neck down to your shoulder, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.

With a bated breath, he slowly inched in bit by bit, earning a series of colourful profanities slipping past your lips. God, Kuroo was fucking thick. “Mhm . . Y-you feel so good.” He whined, pressing his forehead against your shoulder as he bottomed out, relishing in the way your eager walls sucked him in without an ounce of hesitancy, almost like they were welcoming him back.

Both of you stayed still for a moment, sounds of heavy breathing filling the warm air of the night, basking in the rawness of each other’s body, the intimacy of the whole thing—the way Kuroo felt inside you, and the way you felt around him. “I missed you so much, Tetsu . .” That was the last coherent sentence you confessed before he slowly drew his hips back until the head remained, and sensually thrusting back in.

Kuroo wanted to take his time, giving you deep, slow thrusts to feel every inch of him, and fuck, you absolutely did. The way the head of his cock kissed your sweet, sweet spot had your eyes rolling back, and hand gripping on the ivory sheets below; it didn’t help how Kuroo directly moaned into your ear, hearing every incoherent mumble that slipped past his lips.

His fingers dug into the plush of your hips, angling his own to gain better access. Soft, lewd squelches of your bodies meeting filled your ears as Kuroo’s pace picked up a bit, the bubbling feeling once again resurfacing as each hammering heartbeat pounded on your chest.

Fuck, it’s been so, so long since you’ve had him—the way your body reacted under his touch were enough proof of how deprived you were of this man.

Tears pooled around your eyes at the depth of his sheathed cock, hitting places inside you that you’ve never discovered. A series of dulcet moans rumbled from your chest, and onto the high ceiling above, forehead pressed against the soft mattress beneath as pleasure engulfed your whole body. Tired, burning muscles on your left thigh was nothing compared to the ecstasy that gnawed at every fibre of your being.

But before you could reach the peak, Kuroo slowed down, earning a loud whine from you. Looking over your shoulder, you met his lustful gaze, lashes, and eyes glazed from tears of bliss,

“W-wha—Why’d you stop, Tetsu . . ?” “I’m sorry but I really want to see you, my love.”

Next thing you knew, Kuroo had flipped your bodies—he remained on the bed while you straddled him, legs on either side of his waist. Impatience brewing in your chest, you wordlessly grabbed his hefty cock, and slipped it inside, earning a unison of deep moans from both of you.

An icy shudder licked up Kuroo’s spine as your nails scraped his bare chest. “Tetsu.” You whined, slowly moving your hips up, and down, up, and down. Raven strands stuck to his sweaty forehead, beads of sweat rolling down his flushed skin; he stared up at your fucked out expression, biting on his bottom lip at the sight before him; oh, how he missed this view.

It didn’t take long for you to become a whimpering mess as Kuroo thrusted upwards, meeting your hips as you came down. This earned a loud moan of his name, curling over your own body, and planting your forehead flush against his sweaty chest.

He let out a humourless chuckle, “Tired, baby?”

Before you could muster a response, Kuroo shifted beneath your limp body, hands coming up to rest on your hips, and planting the soles of his feet firmly on the mattress before mercilessly pistoning his hips into yours.

You eyes swiftly opened at the intense pleasure that ate away at your body—fuck, you didn’t even know they were closed—moaning loudly against Kuroo’s skin like there was no tomorrow. The room was filled with the heavy scent of sex, sounds of shameless skin slapping echoing throughout the walls of your suite; if one were to walk along the hallway, they’d know exactly what was happening beyond the ivory doors.

Unable to move your hips due to Kuroo’s deathly grip, you lay limp on top of his naked body, taking all of him, and the relentless pounding, your bare figure jerking with every sinful thrust. Looking up at him with teary eyes, you rested a trembling hand on his cheek, basking in his handsome beauty—his face concentrated in pure bliss.

“A-ah—! Tetsu. . ‘M coming!”

All it took for Kuroo to cum with you was your blissful expression, and the broken whine of his name. Sheathing his hard cock deep inside your cunt until his hips were flush against yours, he let out a shameless moan of your name, head pressing into the pillows beneath as icy shivers ran up his spine. Your body stiffened with pleasure, clenching around Kuroo’s cock as you reached your orgasm; a small whine left your lips at the feeling of his hot cum painting your walls white.

You lay limp atop his body, sweaty, muscles burning with exhaustion, and blissfully on cloud nine. Staying still for a brief moment, heavy breaths filled the air as the situation settled onto your bones. With your eyes still locked on Kuroo, your thumb gently caressed his cheek, earning his hazel gaze in return.

“I thought you were improvising earlier.” You let out a tired laugh, trying to lighten the mood now that lust was slowly wearing off your mind.

He looked down at you for a brief second before fixing his gaze onto the ceiling above, a solemn smile gracing his lips, “I meant every word I said back there, you know? I . . I still do love you. Like I mentioned earlier, it's stupid but I want to at least try again. I’d be more than a fool to let you go.”

Kuroo looked down at you once again as you placed a chaste kiss on the tip of his chin—something he had grown fond of—gaze melting as you met his eyes once again; he gave you a smile, one that reached his eyes.

“I’d be the more stupid one if I refused. I missed you a lot, Tetsu.”

The next morning, the shoot started off without a hitch. Surprisingly—as observed by the crew—there wasn’t a sense of awkwardness between you, and Kuroo in comparison to the first two days of filming where many had noticed that you, and your co-star didn’t have much chemistry off-camera to begin with.

No one dared to point it out but many have noticed the lingering touches here, and there, the prolonged eye contact, and the stolen glances. One member of the crew even swore to have seen you sneak over to Kuroo’s personal trailer at the end of the shoot with a lovesick smile written all over your face.

Safe to say that these subtle actions carried onto premiere night, and press tours for the film which may or may not have had eagle-eyed fans, and tabloids speculating about a budding relationship between you, and Kuroo, especially when asked during promotional interviews.

Though, you’d both usually just laugh it off with a shrug. It was best to keep it personal—like an unwritten script.

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mitsuyeaah · 1 year ago

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"go to sleep. . ." sanzu's gruff voice cuts through the still silence of the night. you suck in a sharp breath, it startled you a little—you've been tracing sanzu's pretty features with your eyes as he lays on his back next to you. his side profile never fails to amaze you; the way his thick lashes curl upwards, every dip and curve of his cute nose, his rosy lips.

"or, you can keep looking." despite the tiredness in his tone, there's an evident tease. sanzu turns to his side, giving you a full view of his face. he had his arms loosely crossed over his chest, eyes sealed shut, and forehead slightly creased from his knitted brows.

bringing a finger towards sanzu's face, you ghost it over his face; along the bridge of his nose—causing him to scrunch it a little at your soft butterfly touch—to the dip of his lips, and over the ridged skin on the corners of his mouth.

"you're so pretty, haru. . .”

sanzu's heart pounded against his chest. thank the heavens for the moonlit room because you couldn't see sanzu's creeping blush. pretty. no one calls him that. the rosy-haired man lets out a little scoff before turning his back to you, hiding the fact that he's flustered.

you let out a soft laugh before wrapping your arms around him, tightly -his back flush against your chest. his scent engulfed you, immediately putting your body at ease.

"so beautiful, my haru."

sanzu lets out an absent-minded hum, taking your hand in his. naturally, he'd snap at other people calling him those words but it's different with you, it always is.

#yeah this is a normal scenario in the mitzu household #sanzu brainrot #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu fluff #sanzu imagines #sanzu x reader #sanzu x y/n #sanzu x you #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokrev imagines #tokrev fluff #tokrev #tokrev sanzu

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uchu-no-bashira · 6 months ago

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Night Time Relief - Demon!Gyomei x Fem!Reader

TW: Minors do not interact. Husband Gyomei, Demon Gyomei, Dubious Consent, Incubus, Non-con Touching, Non-con elements, Breeding, Power play, Power Imbalance, Blood, Restraining, Biting, Licking, Scratching, Slight Vore(?), Predator/Prey.

A Kasugai crow delivered you orders to destroy maybe one of the most skilled killers in the forest, West of the village it preys on. Without a second thought, you make your way through the woods that night, failing to note that the area around was incomprehensibly still. The smell of petrichor fills the air as freezing raindrops fall to the Earth, shrouding the forest with the soft sound of clattering leaves. You couldn’t ignore the feeling of foreboding in your mind as your footsteps grew lighter and swifter. You could feel it burning the back of your neck, a relentless gaze waiting for you in the abyss of total darkness among the tree line behind you. With hasty eyes, you glance back and forth along the moonlit path ahead and behind you.

Being this uneasy was nothing new to you seeing as you killed demons nightly, so being unsettled from time to time was a given, but tonight? Tonight was different. What was it about this area that forced goosebumps to traverse your body as well as make your stomach turn with venomous butterflies that corrupted your nervous system? It plagued your mind so heavily that you decided to go through the checklist of red flags you’d created in your time as a slayer, counting the top three off the list.

"Darkness, check. Ominous feeling of dread, check... What was that third thing?... Fuck, I'm too scared to remember.”

Hearing you admit to fear so blatantly brought a smile to your pursuer's face, he decided to enjoy the thrill of the chase until the very last moment, so he continued to prowl around in the shadows, waiting for his opportunity to pounce. "How would she taste?" He wondered, keeping his distance while remaining as low as he could, blades of grass gently sliding across his arms, legs and stomach, boosting his sensory skills as he 'sees' the world around him essentially. He listens to your footsteps, allowing the pursuer to constantly keep track of your precise location. It didn’t make it any better that he knows his prey well, he also knows that you’re onto him. All he has to do is stay out of sight. Gyomei had to admit he was a bit disappointed in his meek beloved for not realizing how grave the danger you were in, but he also knew that when you are petrified, you don't use your mind properly.

If You'd been a bit more composed, you would have realized that his commanding aura of dominance quieted all the other creatures in the forest, leaving an eerie, deathly silence that would make even the most expert of hikers turn around and head home. With a deep breath your eyes close slowly, trying desperately to remember what it was that was throwing you off-kilter. You rely on your ears and sense of smell. There was nothing that stood out immediately except the sound of the light rain coming to a stop, so with a low grumble, you whispered to yourself. "Listen to the forest… Listen to the creek around you and the creatures-” You pause momentarily as it finally dawns on you, “There are no other sounds but the creek!… It shouldn't be this qui-”

Before you finish the sentence, a deep snarl comes from your left just as your head turns in it’s direction. Faster than you could open your eyes, a branch snapped, then Gyomei’s body crashed into you. You tumble a few times against the ground, ultimately being pinned to your back. The sound of thumping in your ears increases as you stare into a set of luminous red eyes and gaze upon ashen brown skin that was cold to the touch. Gyomei lets out a deep chuckle while pinning your small hands above your head.

"You remember too late, my love. I thought you would have realized that over an hour ago when I first entered the area." He states in a menacing baritone voice. The force of his tackle left your weapons too far away for you to reach. Regardless, you fight with the strength you have by kicking the demon's rock hard abdominals. Desperate and breathing unsteadily, you do everything imaginable to break free of Gyomei's imperishable death grip on your wrists. The force he applied made it feel like they were going to snap as you grimaced. You continued to think of a way to at least propel him up and over your head, if only you could steady your feet. He was as heavy as a fully loaded train and the sight of his bloodied canines shining in the moonlight made your breathing even more sporadic with the thought that you’d be your husband’s next meal.

Your focus was drawn to his face and how terrifying it was. It harbored black cracks all over that spread along his neck and shoulders, with four extra arms protruding from his side while two continue to pin you. The sounds of your own breaths were drowned out and dominated by his hungry growls. What could have happened to him? Why did this happen to him? He would never agree to becoming a demon… or so you thought. Is this where he’s been for the last two years since his last mission? Through the midst of your confusion, you let out an exasperated grunt, finally finding the words you want to say to him.

"Gy-Gyomei, please! It’s me, your wife, don't-'' You're interrupted as one of Gyomei's free hands comes up to your mouth, covering it in a surprisingly gentle fashion. He makes sure to not scratch your mouth or face with his blackened, serrated claws. Tears of blood flow from his eyes, down his ashen cheeks and onto yours. The cries you expelled were muffled as your own tears involuntarily slip from your eyes and mix with the blood on your face. You begin shaking your head back and forth rapidly, your breaths continuing to stagger as you adamantly try to break free, twisting your wrists until you both hear a loud pop.

The feeling of sharpened nails press into the flesh of your cheek, any more and he’d puncture it. "Shh... My love, don't make this any harder than it needs to be." He tones deeply into your ear as he leans down, the heat from his words making you release a scream into his palm in frustration. Gyomei hums before moving his frosted fingers away from your mouth, slowly tracing along the thickness of your lips before he pinches your chin in the cusp of his index finger. A sharp pain radiates the underside of your chin as his thumb nail penetrates the skin and he draws blood. The stream of red fluid tickles your trachea as you close your eyes from the burning sensation. "You act as if you don't want this… Have you not missed me in my absence?” He asks honestly.

Your breath stifles, your eyes fly open, blistered with tears of grief you’d thought long passed as you lock eyes with your hunter... With your husband. “He remembers me…” You think to yourself while continuing to wiggle your wrist. Finding a little bit of room within his large hands, you were able to break one of your hands free, although you assumed he allowed you to. You slap his hand away from your chin, then shove your palm into his face. "Get.. off... Me!..." You grunt, feet still kicking at his hardened stomach that he, of course, cannot feel. This coerces a demented chuckle from the giant as jagged teeth sink into your palm, burning instantly. Suddenly, the space around your waist is tugged as his nails cut into your sides easily like a knife gliding through butter. He digs his nails in deep, stopping just before any major arteries as he holds you steady.

More of your blood trickles over his fingertips and a feral growl escapes his chest. A loud scream begins to escape your own mouth, the same burning in your chin earlier now ravaging the entirety of your body, the nerves screaming in pain across the synapses in your brain… But then… The area grows warm and sensitive, changing the feral screams of your voice into pleasured moans. Gyomei's top left arm continues to hold one of your wrists, while the top right that you’d smacked away, grabs your offending bloody hand and he drags his tongue over the wound he'd made.

He laps at your palm sensually, slurping on your red nectar while he chuckles. "You know there is no point in this." He tones before licking his lips. "You're too sweet to let go and far too valuable to me to share with anyone else."

You scoff at his words in disgust. "Listen... To yourself!! You- Anh~!" A moan quivers in your voice as his nails squeeze deeper into your sides. "You sound... Like a... Monster! This isn't you! You're not like this!..." You whimper, eyes closing as you turn your head away from what used to be your loving husband. Gyomei continues to lick your wound, becoming even more roused by the position he's in. He kisses his way down your wrist, then smiles playfully.

“But you're enjoying yourself and don't want me to stop... Isn't that right?" He asks in a smooth tone of voice. You hated yourself for agreeing with the demon, a faint heat creeping along your cheeks as you refused to answer, your body now basking in the warmth surging through your body. His carnivorous licks grow more pleasant with each passing second. You look up at the demon with curiosity plaguing your mind.

"Exactly... What kind of demon are you? Why did you become a demon? How could you.. Leave me for so long?" You ask in a medium pitched, breathy voice. Your arousal was obvious to the demon towering above you. He gently responds back while placing your hand back in its original place in his large palm, pinning it above your head again.

"My only reason for becoming a demon was to meet you again. I was dying a painful death on my final mission as a Slayer and could not bear the thought of never saying goodbye… So, I did what I must to meet you once more. I try not to dwell on my blunder, as what I wished for finally came to pass.” He tones while dragging his nail along the supple flesh of your skin. “As far as what kind of demon, it should be obvious by now, my love. Tell me, what do you think I am?" He asks while taking the finger on his bottom right hand to the top of your slayer uniform, then drags it down to the waistline of your pants. The sound of fabric tearing and buttons popping could be heard as your breasts burst out of the torn clothing.

The sound of the demon purring signals that he likes what he sensed, your overwhelming aroma of lust teasing his nose and tongue as he palms your chest. The cold wet air grazing your bare flesh and nipples pulls a stifled moan from your lips before you answer. "An... Incubus?..." Gyomei nods his head slowly, then places his forehead to yours.

“Will you allow me to indulge in your warmth once more, y/n? I may be a demon… But I still care deeply about you, that much I have not forgotten.” He asks while looping his finger on the inside of your pants. You couldn’t help but relent and nod your head. You’d missed his touch so much for the past two years that he was away. He grins at you lovingly, then begins to drag his finger from the base of your collarbone to your navel tearing the flesh of your torso as he goes. The sound of your moans flooding his ear brought bliss throughout his body.

He uses his last two arms to spread your legs, exposing a precious pussy that was oozing cum prematurely as he rubs his clothed dick against your sensitive bulb. His venom had worked just as he wanted it to. He feels along your tiny frame as you fully submit to your lust. With your head tilted back, eyes half lidded and your body flushed beyond all reason, you position your hips against the underside of his dick. The massive output of steam from your body signals to him that you’re all his and your resistance has dissipated. Gyomei giggles at you before dragging his tongue along your bloody torso. "You taste amazing, my love…" He whispers as removes his claws from your waist and free’s his large dick from his pants, then lines it up at your opening. “This will hurt a bit.”

As he pushes his hips forward, his dick seemingly splits you up the middle and presses into your cervix as you let out a feral moan. How thrilling it felt to be under your husband once again albeit under less than ideal circumstances. Here you were, bare as a newborn child on the forest floor, mating with a demon of astronomical size and strength. Each thrust into your tight hole had you seeing stars and squeezing your nails into your palms. “T-to much!... H-hurts!” You cry as tears of pleasure start to careen down your cheeks. Gyomei snarls as he leans in to bite your neck, injecting more venom into you, soothing your pain while feeding himself in the process as your scream takes on a more pleasured tone.

Gyomei drags his tongue along your neck slowly and with the tantalizing taste of iron on his tongue accompanied by the feeling of his dick being squeezed and sucked into your greedy pussy has soft, pleased growls leaving his chest with each snap of his hips. He could lose himself in this sensation and he does. You’re intoxicating to this man and he can’t stop himself as he goes in a second time, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. Your heavy breathing and moaning has your heart pumping his venom through your veins at an exponential rate, causing you to cum all over his pelvis as you take him in his entirety.

“F-fuck!... S-so big!… S-so good!~” You whimper, your pussy spasms as you feel a dagger like sensation piercing into your collar bone, the sound of squelching filling the air as your eyes drift to the back of your head. The feeling of his cold skin against your own causes temporary relief as you continue to release guttural moans into Gyomei’s ear. The large demon continues to drive into you harder, deeper, faster until he feels you nearing your breaking point. He squeezes your wrists tighter, pumping into you sloppily as creamy white slick spreads to his abdomen.

“Almost...” He pleads in a deep and needy tone as he angles himself to fuck into your sweet spot. The sheer feeling of him pushing into your tightening hole was too much to bear, what tips him over the edge was the sound of your voice breaking as you orgasm loudly, the sound reverberating in his ears causing him to let out a deep groan that vibrates your chest as he shoots thick, hot ropes of his seed into you.

Both of you were breathing heavily and you’d looked like you’d been mauled by a demon. Bite marks everywhere and close to severe blood loss. You look up at him with tired eyes, the adrenaline from his venom wearing off as you ask breathily,

“Are you going to devour me now?”

Gyomei chuckles and lets go of your bruised wrists.

“Oh, my love… this is just the first of our encounters. I’ve decided this will not be the last of us meeting. As I said: You're too sweet to let go and far too valuable to me to share with anyone else... ”

… And you didn’t mind that. Not. One Bit.

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hyunjins-orange-slice-too · 1 month ago

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oh to be loved by chris..

to be looked at as though you were the only person in the room, like you were the embodiment of persephone herself, like the seasons changed with your breath, like the sun rose and set with the blush on your cheeks, like the only thing that mattered in the whole world was making sure that you were safe. that you were happy.

to be held together by strong arms when you feel as if you’re crumbling apart. and if you do fall to ruin.. for the crumbling pieces to be carefully puzzled back together, with his love and affection as the only form of glue. to be cradled and delicately handled as if you were made of the finest glass.

to be kissed. to be kissed wherever he deems fit. your knuckles, the inside of your wrist, your forehead, his soft lips like velvety paint against the blank canvas of your skin. to be hushed by those same lips if you dare say a word against yourself, his beloved.

to have songs written in your honor, full length albums only to describe the beauty of your smile, the butterflies you cause in his tummy and the nervous sweat you bring to his palms.

to have shared whispers of conversations late into the night when sleep eludes both of you. deep, meaningful words shared under the moonlit sky, baring souls to one another and accepting any flaws there may be in their surface.

to be cherished and loved in such a way that is more than skin. more than needy touches and desperate sighs of your name in thick accent.

oh, to be loved by chris..

to take up space in an overworked and exhausted mind. to bring that mind peace, when he struggles. to do for him the same that he as always done for you. to hold him together.

to love him. and be loved by him.

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an: as you can probably tell, this is not my usual post. i wanted to try something different and this came out of me. i’m terrified to post it but it’s been sitting in my drafts and i figured im finally feeling brave enough to send it out into the world. feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated. but i love you either way. ♡

you can find my masterlist full of your regularly scheduled programming here

#idk what to tag this as #bang chan #stray kids #bang chan stray kids #skz bang chan #bang chan hurt/comfort #hyunjins orange slice too

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kokomyass · 8 months ago

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(somewhat) perfect date

thinking about Neuvillette being a nervous cutie during a date ^.^

Neuvillette's heart raced as he prepared for his first date, nerves fluttering like butterflies in his stomach. Every detail was meticulously planned, from his attire to the choice of venue. Yet, fate had a different script in store.

As the evening unfolded, a series of mishaps unfurled like a comedy of errors. His carefully chosen restaurant was unexpectedly closed, forcing them to settle for a crowded café. Conversation stumbled awkwardly, and Neuvillette's attempts at humor fell flat.

That may be the first time he ever said a cuss word.

With each misstep, his confidence waned, and disappointment shadowed his once bright anticipation. But amidst the chaos, the reader offered a comforting presence, soothing his frazzled nerves with gentle words of encouragement.

In that moment of vulnerability, Neuvillette found solace in their understanding, realizing that perfection wasn't the essence of a memorable date. It was the shared moments, the laughter amidst mishaps, and the genuine connection that truly mattered. And as they walked under the moonlit sky, Neuvillette's heart felt lighter, grateful for the unexpected journey that led him to a deeper understanding of love and companionship.

credit to the artist !!

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wangxianficfinder · 7 months ago

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In the mood for...

May 31st

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1. A) Hi I'm looking for fics where Wei Wuxian actually gets angry after lan Wangji r-words (rapes) him.

B) ITMF fics where wwx and lz fight over their kid(s) and wwx is trying to stop lz from taking the kid(s) away @thehappyyellow (In the future please use the full word or 'non-con' for clarity and for possible phrase filtering ~Mod L)

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2. So I saw a reel on insta the other day where someone was like: bloodbenders on a battlefield, controlling corpses. And my thoughts immediately went to an untamed/avatar the last airbender fusion? Firebending wen, energy bending removing "golden core equivalents", water bender &/or energy bender wwx, nonbender jyl...jin= n water tribe, Jiang south. Nie=earthbenders, lan=airbenders. Idk. Lost avatar. Hunting spirits to bond with to get more bending/be more powerful. Big wars in both, lots options

Avatar: The Untamed Waterbender by KouriArashi (T, 181k, wangxian, JC/WQ, JC & WWX & JYL, Avatar fusion, action/adventure, families of choice, light angst, developing relationship, hurt/comfort, pining)

Brightly Burning by Netrixie (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, No Yin Iron, Touch-Starved, Tiny Angst, Slow Burn, Pre-Relationship, LXC is a good big bro, Element control, [PODFIC] Brightly Burning by Netrixie by kealdrakemna)

Heart of the River by meyari (T, 23k, XuanLi, JYL/MM/WQ, WangXian, ChengQing, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, No Yīn Iron (The Untamed TV), fire manipulation, Water Manipulation, Drowning, War, major character death (no one we care about), most people live / some people die, BAMF JYL)

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3. Hi! For itmf I am looking for fics where WWX and LWJ are together (or confess, or kiss, or something romantic happens), then they split up for a long time, and then get back together. Preferably canon era (not modern). I would love to read about their time apart as well as their reunion, if any fics like this can be found! Thanks, everyone! xoxo

there's no promised goodbye here by Yuisaki (T, 54k, WangXian, WWX & WN, JC & WWX, WWX/OCs, Modern, Post-Break Up, Roommates, Domestic Fluff, Drunken Shenanigans, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sharing Clothes, Drinking, Fluff and Angst, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Back Together, Ensemble Cast,bUnreliable Narrator,bCW IN BEGINNING NOTES)

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4. Do you know any daemon au where the daemon isn't tied to the golden core? (because losing his GC is already a lot so losing also his daemon would be a real torture for both JC and WWX)

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5. Do you know any fics where we have both wangxian and Mingjue/Xichen? Not in a modern au but in the canon or in a canon divergeance/time-travel/etc

A Future Family In A Broken Past by Hauntcats (T, 121k, wangxian, time travel, not jiang friendly)

🧡 All will be well when the day is done by abCEE (T, 76k, wangxian, time travel, canon divergence, fix it, not YZY friendly, not Jiang friendly, butterfly effect, no sunshot, madam lan lives, lan WWX)

🔒 in the shadow of moonlit flowers by Reverie (cl410) (T, 56k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, cloud recesses, NHS & LWJ friendship, developing relationship, LWJ pov, minor injuries, autistic LWJ, implied/referenced child abuse, aka YZY warning, genius WWX, light angst, hurt/comfort, WWX protection squad)

No Paths Are Bound by stiltonbasket (G, 3k, WangXian, NieLan, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, LQR is a good uncle, and also a good man, shufu saves the world, Background Relationships, Introspection, Happy Ending, title shamelessly stolen from tian guan ci fu, mild warning for implied nc re: madam lan)

Blooming in white by luckymoonly (T, 38k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, MM/WQ, NMJ/LXC, NHS/JC, Canon Divergence, Mpreg, Getting Together, Fluff and Angst, Happy Ending, hidden pregnancy, Mutual Pining, Drama, Misunderstandings, Everyone Lives AU, Miscommunication, WWX and NHS are BFF, matchmaker NHS, Fix-It)

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6. Hello! Could you lovely folks recommend me fics where Lan Wangji just about launches himself at Wei Wuxian at the Banquet after WWX drinks the cup Jin Zixun tried to force Lan Wangji to drink? Please? @kaitou-cure-prism12

My request was about the horny not about LWJ being worried or terrified.

Give Me One Good Honest Kiss by thunderwear (T, 1k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, First Kiss, horny LWJ agenda, LXC is suffering in LQR's name, [PODFIC] Give Me One Good Honest Kiss by thunderwear) If 6 wanted Lan Wangji launching himself at Wei Wuxian because he thinks it's hot that he drank the wine (rather than out of fear or concern), then Give Me One Good Honest Kiss

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7. hey admins! itmf more fics like 'transcend' by covalentbonds where people react to wwx og body or just his beauty in general. extra bonus where lwj gets jealous. thank you <3

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8. Hi!! I am in the mood for a fic where Wei Wuxian dies but he hangs around as a ghost or raised corpse. I would love it if he is still a very active/central character to the fic (just, ya know, dead). Thank you!

asymptotic by chinxe (T, 26k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Misunderstandings, Pining, for 20+ years as per the course with lwj)

one good thing by Yuu_chi (T, 26k, WangXian, Modern, Ghost WWX, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, I swear there really is a happy ending, And an alarming amount of rabbits)

Friends, Sabers, and Other Essentials for Solving a Conspiracy by MeridianGrimm (T, 50k, NHS & WWX, LWJ & NHS, WangXian, Humor, Friendship, Love, Mystery, Canon Divergence, Smart NHS, WWX doesn't stay dead, LWJ gets a new friend, Happy Ending, Fix-It, To be clear the WangXian is mostly background, This fic is about friendship)

🧡 Vow by draechaeli (E, 216k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, BeliefGod!WWX, Adoption but WWX birthed them all, Pregnancy Kink, Mpreg, minor male lactation, Consensual Non-Consent, Light Bondage, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con because JGS, Mentions Canon Typical Incest, Canon Typical Violence)

Death of a Ghost by Gotcocomilk (E, 107k, Family bonding, Fluff, Angst, Parental WWX, BAMF WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Ghost sex)

Ghost of Mine by SasukiMimochi (E, 139k, WIP, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Temporary Character Death, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort, Supernatural Elements, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-First Siege of the Burial Mounds, Romance, Domestic Fluff, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Alternate Canon) This one Will make you cry and it’s mainly in WWX’s pov. (It’s also got Amazing art)

🔒 The Time Traveler's Soul by mondengel (Not Rated, 2k, WangXian, Time Travel, 🔒[PODFIC] The Time Traveler's Soul by flamingwell) WWX does die and come back as a ghost in this, but he comes back pre-canon because of time travel. Hopefully this still fits what OP is asking for!

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9. Hii. So basically right now I'm looking for some fics that can basically be anything but it's has to have a scene or scenes of the Jiang sibs being jealous. Whether they are jealous of Wei Ying with the Lans or him with the Wens. I just want them to have a scene or scene with them going "he's supposed to be here not there" etc. @thatperson0-0

💖 Hoards and treasures by apathyinreverie (T, 21k, WangXian, Siblings, Family, not particularly Jiang friendly, YZY Bashing, slightly darker Gusu Lans, LXC being the best brother, Some manipulation, But with the best of intentions, and not between wangxian, Dragon LWJ, Fox WWX, Smitten LWJ, Fluff, perfect happiness, adorable WWX, Romance, Some worldbuilding, courting)

The Price of a Golden Core by AshayaTReldai (M, 9k, WangXian, Angst, Tension, Aggression, JC pays the price for his choices, demanding letters, JC is a Brat, Supportive Lan Brothers, WWX deserves the best, Life Debt, Sad Ending Sad Ending for JC)

Like stones on an unseen board by Vir_Abelasan (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Dark LWJ, Older LWJ, Teacher LWJ, dark twin jades, Age Difference, Manipulation, Protective LWJ, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Corporal Punishment, Relatively canon-typical abusive Jiangs, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Not JC Friendly, Not Jiang Clan Friendly)

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10. Hello hi? I want to know if there’s a fanfic where the juniors get to meet with past family (like sizhui to meet head disciple Wei wuxian, or Jin Rulan to meet his young parents) and such ? Or even just all of them meeting the past in general, anything associated with the idea

Time, Time, Time by skeletonofaplant (G, 44k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, LSZ & WWX, JYL & JZX & JL, LSZ & LJY, Time Travel Fix-It, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Probably gonna definitely be some, Angst, But also, Fluff, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Time Travelling Junior Ensemble, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Humor) Has the Junior Quartet finding themselves in the past & meeting various characters

River Stones by littlesystems (M, 18k, WangXian, Time Travel, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Junior Quartet, Oblivious WWX, Suffering LWJ, LJY having the time of his life, Voyeurism) CRSA-era WWX & LWJ end up in the future & interact with the Juniors while there

A Room Full of Dead People by BurningBlueDiamond (T, 10k, WangXian, Time Travel, Fix-It, but not really, Canon Divergence, Conference in Qinghe but canonically they stay in Gusu, strangely fluffy, POV Outsider)

❤️ Tragedy is Not the End by Hobbsy3 (T, 358k, wangxian, Time Travel, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal, Canon Divergence from Qiongqi Pass, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Yunmeng sibling bonding, good dad wwx, good dad lwj, JZX Lives, JYL Lives, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

Time Travel, Obviously by nirejseki (Not Rated, 1k, Time Travel, Crack) feature the Junior Quartet time traveling.

The Trouble with Talismans: a Treatise on Time-Travel by Young Master Lan Xiaohui (Age 6) by stiltonbasket (G, 26k, wangxian, Time Travel, Parenthood, Developing Relationship, Getting Together, Happy ending, Accidental Baby Acquisition)

How to get anxiety from time trave and not mess up (by fall out boy) by SerlinaBlack (T, 5k WangXian, Time Travel, Post-Canon, Fluff, Family Fluff, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pining LWJ, Pining WWX, WWX in WWX's Body, Slightly, Canon JC, he isn't there much, like two lines mentioned at tops, but JC fans might jot like it) feature Lan Sizhui and sibs meeting past Lan Wangji and others.

Song of Joy and Regrets by HelloKitten (Not Rated, 134k, wangxian, hualian, WIP, TGCF, Angst, Self-Harm, Child Abuse, characters watching their series, Time Travel Fix-it)

Spring Again by Saori (M, 646k, JL & LJY & LSZ, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Canon Divergence, Canon Era, Time Travel, Canon-Typical Violence, CQL Canon Complaint, Spoilers, Platonic Relationships, Friendship, Action/Adventure, Violence, Investigations, Mystery, Punishment, Angst, War, Canonical Character Death, Slow Build, Burial Mounds, Sunshot Campaign, Implied/Referenced Torture, Politics)

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11. Hi!! is there any modern au fics where wwx gets a boyfriend or a hickey or something and LWJ gets jealous @yesibest

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12. itmf wangxian pride and prejudice au??

only the deepest love by occultings (microcomets) (T, 40k, WangXian, Pride and Prejudice Fusion, Canon Divergence, Jane Austen Fusion, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Epistolary, (briefly), Everyone Lives, Podfic Available)

Half Agony, Half Hope by queenklu (T, 105k, WangXian, LXC/JGY, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, LXC/NMJ, Jane Austen Fusion, persuasion au, Pining, Broken Engagement, Secrets, Espionage, Child Injury, Terrible Parents (YZY & JFM), Past Child Neglect)

Clans and Cultivation by ChalionKat (G, 86k, WangXian, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, SL/XXC, WIP, Regency AU, Pride and Prejudice Fusion, Yes we did just rewrite P&P with Untamed characters, although the plot diverges more later, spelling mistakes are deliberate because Austen)

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13. for the next itmf, im craving some really good worldbuilding, im obsessed when the little details of everyday life are explored, be it on cultivation (when they aknowledge that wwx created a wholenew school of cultivation when he started gui dao), architecture, cuisine, clothing, etc.

it can even be a whole new au, that is not in the canon setting but has at least some supernatural going on, and follows book canon and characterization.

🧡🔒Truth Will Out (when caught on video) - End_OTW_Racism! by KizuKatana (E, 179k, wangxian, WN & WWX & WQ, graphic depictions of violence, modern cultivation, canon divergence, YZY abuses WWX , caught on camera, partial core removal, WWX kicked out of Jiang sect, livestreamer WWX, meet ugly, dual cultivation, smut, no war)

🧡 The Shade of Old Trees by Kryal (T, 363k, WangXian, Ridiculously Long Notes, History, Canon Divergence, Modern AU, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Slow Life, Action/Adventure, Magic Returns, BAMF WWX)

when the sun goes out by travelingneuritis (E, 174k, WangXian, Modern Cultivation, tech cultivation, Necromancy, Angst with a Happy Ending, insecurity around adoption, Dad WWX, dad LWJ, Grief/Mourning, Mistaken Identity, Mood Whiplash, Body Swap, sex tears, Falling In Love, Consensual Somnophilia, apocalypse (localized), Smut, unrealistic sexual stamina, Flashbacks, Time Skips, Illustrations, Horror, Canon Temporary Character Death, Cultivation Sect Politics)

🔒 he’s worth it, for every bead in his hair by overgrownruins (E, 74k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, minor NMJ/WWX, MBJ/SQH, A Companion to Wolves AU, Minor Character Death, Animal Death, Wolves, Attempted Sexual Assault, Canon-Typical Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Outdoor Sex, Period-Typical Homophobia, Period-Typical SexismNordic Setting, References to Norse Religion & Lore, Minor Breeding Kink, you know how it is with wangxian)

sweet chaos by eachandeverydimension (G, 86k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, Fluff, Romance, Light Angst, Falling In Love, Different First Meeting, Qīnghéng-jūn’s A+ Parenting, Night Hunts, Chinese Language, Good Sibling LXC, Good Sibling JYL, POV LWJ, Getting Together, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Chinese Culture, Slow Burn, No Homophobia AU) sweet chaos has lots of references to culture and daily life

Grave dirt by esama (T, 92k, wangxian, canon divergence, necromancy, demonic cultivation, farming, found family, pre-slash, politics, Fix-it of sorts, yilingwei sect au) and Grave dirt for Wei Wuxian creating a sect based on demonic cultivation.

transmuter by WithLoweredVoices (Not rated, 113k, wangxian, Modern with Magic, Magical Realism, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending) an incredible and underrated modern with magic (but not cultivation)

As You Like It by cosmicmilktea (T, 8k, WangXian, JC & WWX, LXC & WWX, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Tea, Finding out preferences, Yes LWJ likes his WWX but what else does he like?, Childhood Memories, Yunmeng trio feels, child rearing, This is very indulgent tho like all I want is for LWJ to be pampered, Post-Canon, Very Very Light Angst, Fluff)

A Mother's Love by FirefliesNLightningBugs (M, 170k, WangXian, XuanLi, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Mostly combo of the Untamed and MoDaoZuShi timelines, Unreliable Narrator, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Miscommunication, Family Feels, Found Family, PTSD, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Political Intrigue, Mystery, POV Multiple, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Strong Female Characters, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Good Brother In Law JZX, Genderbent WWX, Intersex WWX, not a/b/o, POV Original Character, Expanded Universe, Unplanned Pregnancy, Golden Core Reveal, WWX Has No Golden Core, Cultivation Sect Politics, Bisexual WWX, YLLZ WWX, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Pining WangXian, Parent-Child Relationship, Getting Together, Protective Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect, MXY Lives) has a lot of worldbuilding. At one point author comes up with a mph for sword flight and how it compares to other types of travel, and wwx gui dao is a key point

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14. Itmf a ff similar to concord by deastar with wwx slowly getting depressed after marrying to the Lan clan, the more gut wrenching the better, thanks 💕

a light hidden and singing by occultings (microcomets) (E, 48k, wangxian, arranged marriage, pining, getting together, slow burn, misunderstandings, miscommunication, blood & injury, happy ending, smut)

Mourning Robes by Starlight1395 (T, 17k, wangxian, No Sunshot Campaign, Arranged Marriage AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Depression, dissociating, Mild Blood, Fluff, juniors idolizing WWX like he deserves, slowburn between WWX and Cloud Recesses, Hinted smut, Jingyi has a CRUSH, Supportive JC, Mojo’s Post) 14 is nearly identical to request 14 on the May 26th ITMF. These are the ones I suggested for that post: a light hidden and singing and Mourning Robes but maybe today's poster is looking for more in the same vein?

Betrothed by Dixielis (E, 10k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Hybrids, Fox WWX, Dragon LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Omega WWX, Alpha LWJ, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Miscommunication, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mildly Dubious Consent, Mpreg, Unplanned Pregnancy)

To Bring You Back Within My Reach by ablaiseofglory (M, 20k, WIP, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Angst with a Happy Ending, No dubious consent, Adopted Children, Kid Fic, A/B/O Dynamics, omega wwx, Alpha LWJ, Misunderstandings) I think it's abandoned but it's one of my favourite wips.

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15. Hello! ITMF favorite canon-era (not modern) Song Lan/Xiao Xingchen fics? Or, WangXian fics where the Song Lan and Xiao Xingchen feature prominently? Thank you!!

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16. In the mood for: Wei Wuxian living his best life as Lan Wangji’s trophy husband being spoiled every single day

Thank you in advance I really appreciate all the suggestions you usually deliver everyone 😘 @kanrax-blog

🔒 The Second Jade of Lan's late but incendiary sexual awakening by KizuKatana (E, 41k, wangxian, First Time, LWJ's Horny Grip, LWJ does not know what hit him, and yet somehow he still realizes it before WWX, canon wangxian dynamics, college AU, LWJ starts off annoyed at WWX, But quickly discovers both his competency kink and a caretaking kink, Genius WWX)

🔒To Make Him a Perfect Bride by Hinu (E, 139k, WangXian, Modern AU, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Feminization, Crossdressing, Marriage Proposal, Romantic Comedy, Meet the Family, Homophobia, Cultural Differences, Discrimination, Wealth kink, Potentially Unhealthy Beauty Standards, Rich LWJ, Power Bottom WWX, Sugar Daddy LWJ, Plot With Porn, Mild Kink, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Coming Out, Implied Canon-Typical Child Abuse, Phone Sex in Public, Sexual Harassment, competent wwx, Financial Domination, Sexual Roleplay, Light BDSM, WWX's dog phobia, Submissive LWJ, Blood, Smoking, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, WWX's dissociative panic attacks in later chapters, Gay LWJ, Protective LWJ, Weddings, Wedding Planning, Secret Relationship, Genderqueer WWX, BAMF NHS, Gay WWX, LWJ and WWX Have a Breeding Kink, fem! WWX is A-Jingyi's and A-Yuan's sexual awakening, Office Sex, Airplane Sex, Happy Ending, Class Differences, Crazy Rich Asians Fusion) So Full Of Love (Wouldn’t Know Where to Start) by witchupbitch (M, 63k, WIP, WangXian, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Eventual Romance, Eventual Sex, Possessive LWJ, Protective LWJ, Blood and Violence, Idiots in Love, Humor, Mafia AU, Modern AU, Flirting, shameless WWX, Confident WWX, Explicit Language, Mutual Sexual Tension, dark LWJ, Dark WWX, Exhibitionism Sex, Possessive Behavior, Unhealthy Relationships, Twisted and Fluffy Feelings)

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17. For the next itmf, does anyone have any good WWX harem or happy poly fics? Like the Jades Lotus where WWX was with both jades and they were all happy and sweet? Please and ty!!

With This Shadowed Blade by Anonymous (M, 134k, WWX/LXC/LWJ/NMJ/NHS, WIP, WWX has a romantic harem, WWX Gets a Hug, Slow Burn, Dragon LWJ, Dragon WWX , WWX is a magical dragon, Polyamory, Angst with a Happy Ending, WWX is Loved, Bad Parent YZY, Creature Inheritance, Creature Fic, Dragel Dynamics, Dragel fic, WWX Needs a Hug, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Past Child Abuse) might like, it’s WWX with LWJ/LXC/NMJ/NHS and has some good fluffy moments but is a little angsty too and is not very jiang friendly but has lots of worldbuilding and everyone’s a dragon

We can fix that by Spindoctor (E, 73k, WWX/LWJ/NMJ, WIP, Threesome - M/M/M, NMJ Lives, Arranged Marriage, Oral Sex,bAnal Sex,bCock Warming, Caretaking, Light BDSM, Thigh jobs, Everyone Loves WWX, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Frottage, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Starvation, Canon-Typical Violence, Starvation recovery, PTSD, PTSD RECOVERY, Suicidal Ideation, Scars, Discussion of Surgery, mild body horror, discussion of starvation, body talk, Nightmares, screaming ghosts, WWX's canonical cnc kink, cnc fantasies, Light Bondage, tender fucking, instead of talking about feelings, Slow Burn, JYL Lives, BAMF JYL, Erectile Dysfunction, Weight Gain,bChapter Specific Tags in Beginning Notes) NMJ/LWJ/WWX, a lot of fluff and healing. Might have a conflict in the future but it's ongoing and currently there's not any mention of future conflict I can remember

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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starlightshadowsworld · 8 months ago

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Moonlit Butterfly

After the war Yosano was sent to a military hospital as a patient. She was torn away from Atsushi, who was taken away by Fukuchi and sent back to the government's labs.

The staff treated her horribly, like she was some kind of monster. None of them were equipped to deal with a child, especially not a traumatised one.

And even if they did... None of them wanted her there but were ordered to keep her here.

Given Yosano wasn't physically unwell nor injured, they just kept her isolated in her assigned room.

They would whisper about the stories they'd heard. About the many she'd killed, wondering how a monster like her was allowed to survive.

And among all of that, the staff tried to convince her that Atsushi and Shunzen did not exist.

There was no record of Atsushi in the milataries records and they would taunt her with it as proof.

Telling they were simply figments of her broken mind and that she needed to grow up. Yosano refused to believe such a thing and would scream insults at them.

For even daring to say her brothers weren't real.

That's why it's so important that when Ranpo and her meet, he gives her the butterfly Shunzen made for her. And Atsushi's dog tags.

After so long being told they weren't real, Ranpo gave her physical proof that she was right. That they existed and had cared for her so much.

Shunzen was gone but Atsushi was still out there. And Ranpo told Yosano not to worry, that he would find him.

After all, no one could stay hidden from the world's greatest detective.

#Moonlit Butterfly #bsd #bsd yosano #yosano akiko #bsd ranpo #bsd atsushi #bungou stray dogs

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esimsterlookbook · 5 months ago

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Please let me know if any links aren't working and I'll do my best to update them!

Base Sim:

Twisted Cat LashesRed Ear Cat's Scar / Peachyfaerie's Lily Contour Breezytrait acne / Magic Hand Eyebrows N40 / Nesurii skin details / Ok-ruee skin details / Nell's Bruised Knees / Llumisims Lily Non-default skin / Miiko Rhea Skin Details / Praline Sims Clevage Pack 01 / Sammi_xox Nose and Lip Masks / Kijiko's remove EA eyelashes / Praline Sims Odd Eye. / Praline Sims Jetlag N20 Eyebag

Everyday:

Nightcrawler Buttercup Hair / Plaza Sims Untamed Set Top / AxA Chloe Jeans Graphics / BED and Musae Sungsudong Chelsea Boots / Giulietta Sims Moon Chain Earrings / Darte_77 03 Bracelet / Blue Craving Piercing Mouth 4 / Praline Sims Immunity Septum / Simpliciaty's Lilith Rings Both / Gorilla x3 Heart Ring Chain Choker / Breezytrait Florence makeup / Lady Simmer's Drink of my sisters liner / Lady Simmer's midnight eye shadow / Lady Simmer's oh he's sorry lipstick / Giulietta Sims Long Edge Gothic Nails

Formal:

S-Club Ada Hair / Reina May Gothic Dress / Ellone Helene Boots / Caio Dainty Necklace / Enrique24 Jane Earrings / Simpliciaty Elise Rings both / Blue Craving Piercing Mouth 4 /Praline Sims Immunity Septum / Praline Sims Lip N238 Underworld / Evil Quinzel Heartwood Eyeshadow / Praline Sims Eyeliner N82 / Northern Siberia Winds Blush N5+Highlighter

Sleep:

Nightcrawler Petal Hair / Gorilla x3 Casual T-Shirt /Rimings Lazy Sunday Short Pants

Party:

Hezeh Hair No16 / PLB Sims Puppet Top / Plaza Sims' untamed skirt 2 / Shoetopia Obscurus ankle boots / Simpliciaty Aubrey rings - both / Blue Craving Piercing Mouth 4 / Praline Sims Earrings Agony v7 / Praline Sims Immunity Septum / PLB Sims Untouchable Necklace / AxA Yoshi Tights / Breezytrait Florence makeup / PralineSims Eyeshadow 91 Macchiato / Praline Sims Lipstick N237 Icon

Swim:

Nightcrawler Petal Hair / Senate Tara Bikini Top / Senate Tara Bikini Bottom / ArethaBee Jayleen Sunglasses / Giulietta Sims Mutliple Bangles / Simpliciaty Dolly Rings / S-Club TS4 Bracelet 202013 / Blue Craving Piercing Mouth 4 / Suzue Piercing N58 / Praline Sims Immunity Septum / Trillyke Candyfloss Belly Chains / ArethaBee Milena Necklace / R Raven Garter

Hot Weather:

Nightcrawler Buttercup Hair / Plaza Sims Untamed Set Corset / Busara-tr Leather Metallic Skirt / BED and Musae Sungsudong Chelsea Boots / ArethaBee Jayleen Sunglasses / Bobur Bracelet 05 R / Christopher067 Tori Necklace / Simpliciaty Dolly Rings / Blue Craving Piercing Mouth 4 / Ellone 2024 Freya Garter / Lady Simmer Glossy Babe Eyeshadow / Praline Sims Blush N78 Mocha / Praline Sims Lip N232 Paradise / Praline Sims Eyeliner 125 Cruel

Cold Weather:

Nightcrawler Buttercup Hair / Rimings Casual Set Cross Ring Beanie / PLB Sims Untouchable T-Shirt / Euno y2k Wide Jeans / Jius Leather Platform Oxford 01 / Rimings butterfly choker / Murphy T True Ring Set / Giulietta Sims Moon Chain Earrings / Blue Craving Mouth Piercing 4 / Praline Sims Immunity Septum Piercing / Northern Siberia Winds Eyeliner N5 / Northern Siberia Winds Lip Liner N1 / Lady Simmer Moonlit eyeshadow / Northern Siberia Winds Lips N39

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enchantedwitchling · 1 year ago

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The Magic of Everyday: How I Find Witchcraft in the Ordinary.

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Do you ever stop to marvel at the enchantment that surrounds us, hidden in plain sight? As I delve deeper into my journey of practicing witchcraft, I've come to realize that magic isn't just about casting grand spells or performing elaborate rituals—it's woven into the very fabric of our everyday lives.

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Join me as I embark on this enchanting exploration of "The Magic of Everyday," where I'll reveal how I find witchcraft in the ordinary and embrace the extraordinary in the mundane.

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Morning Brew, Morning Spells ☕🔮 Every morning, as the sun rises and the world awakens, I stand by the window, cradling my warm mug of tea or coffee, or in the summer months with iced drinks (I love an iced coffee!). With every sip, I imbue my drink with intentions of clarity and peace.

The Language of Plants and Crystals 🌿💎 During my daily walks, I've discovered a secret language spoken by the plants and crystals. The rustling leaves whisper ancient wisdom, while the sparkling crystals hum with energy. Nature, the most potent spell caster, teaches me to be still, listen, and learn.

Embracing the Elements 🌊🔥💨🌍 The elements surround us at all times, and recognising their presence is a powerful key to unlock everyday magic. I breathe in the fresh air, feel the earth beneath my feet, and let the rain cleanse my spirit. When I light a candle, I invoke the transformative power of fire. By connecting with the elements, I connect with the core of existence.

Enchanted Home Space 🏠✨ My home is my sacred space, a sanctuary for my craft. I've adorned it with little altars and candles, which I light to honour the spirits that reside within these walls. Cleansing my space with smoke incense purifies and refreshes the energy, filling the air with positive vibrations.

Moonlit Dream weaving 🌙🌌 Under the moon's tender gaze, I venture into the realm of dreams. I keep a dream journal by my bedside, capturing the mysteries that unfold during the night. In the gentle light of the moon, I feel closer to the universal energy that weaves us all together.

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In the grand tapestry of life, there's magic in the ordinary—waiting for us to embrace it with wonder and gratitude. By cherishing these moments, we tap into the essence of witchcraft, where intention and reverence converge.

So, as you go about your day, remember to pause, breathe, and observe the magic that surrounds you. Whether it's in the flight of a butterfly, the sparkle of dew on a leaf, or the warmth of a friend's smile, the enchantment of everyday life awaits your discovery.

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peanut-butter-parkerxx · 9 months ago

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Summary: As winter wraps its chilly arms around them, Y/n and Elijah's bond deepens from tangled up in satin caps, unruly curls, to the sweet chaos of braiding hair. Pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!reader Prompt(s): Friends to lovers, "i can't believe you talked me into this.", "Stop moving and let me braid your hair." Warning: a whole lotta fluff A/N: I haven't really seen much fluffy Elijah Mikaelson fics lately, so I thought I'd write my own :) REQUEST FORM II NAVIGATION

Winter had woven its frosty fingers through the city, coating rooftops and streets in a delicate layer of snow. For Y/n, it meant pulling out her trusty satin cap to tame the wild waves and curls that cascaded down her shoulders. The chilly air had a knack for stirring up her hair into a frenzy of frizz, much to her frustration.

Amidst the wintry backdrop, Y/n found comfort in the warmth of friendship, particularly in the company of Elijah Mikaelson. Their bond had grown stronger over time, from casual acquaintances to confidants who shared secrets beneath the glow of moonlit nights. Yet, there lingered an unspoken tension, a thread of something more that neither dared to unravel.

One evening, as the snow danced outside Y/n's window, Elijah arrived at her doorstep, a soft smile playing on his lips. "I thought we might enjoy some hot cocoa together," he suggested, the warmth of his voice melting away the chill of the night.

Y/n welcomed him inside, her heart fluttering at his presence. She couldn't deny the butterflies that danced in her stomach whenever he was near. But tonight, as they sat by the crackling fireplace, a different kind of nervousness tingled within her.

Elijah noticed the satin cap perched atop Y/n's head, a curious glint in his eyes. "What's this?" he inquired, reaching out to touch the smooth fabric.

"It's my secret weapon against the winter frizz," Y/n admitted sheepishly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "The humidity always wreaks havoc on my hair."

Elijah chuckled softly, his fingers lingering on the satin material. "I must say, I've never seen such a...contraption. But if it works for you, then it's worth its weight in gold."

As the night wore on, their laughter filled the air, mingling with the aroma of cocoa and crackling flames. Y/n found herself drawn to Elijah's magnetic presence, the way his eyes sparkled with understanding.

But it wasn't until a sudden gust of wind rattled the windows, sending Y/n's curls into a frenzy, that Elijah made his move. With a gentle hand, he reached for the satin cap, his touch sending shivers down Y/n's spine.

"May I?" he asked softly, his gaze searching hers for permission.

Y/n nodded, her heart racing with anticipation. "I can't believe you talked me into this," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath.

Elijah flashed her a charming smile before carefully removing the satin cap, revealing the tousled waves and curls beneath. His fingers brushed against her hair, eliciting a soft gasp from Y/n's lips.

"Relax." he replied, his voice low and husky.

With practiced ease, Elijah set to work, his fingers deftly navigating through Y/n's locks. He parted her hair into sections, gently coaxing the curls into submission. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity coursing through Y/n's veins, igniting a fire that burned brighter than any winter night.

"Stop moving and let me braid your hair," Elijah teased, his lips curving into a playful grin.

Y/n complied, her heart pounding in her chest as Elijah wove intricate patterns into her hair. With each twist and turn, their connection deepened, intertwining their souls in a dance as old as time itself.

As the last braid fell into place, Elijah stepped back to admire his handiwork, a look of satisfaction crossing his features. "There," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Now you're ready to face the winter with style."

But for Y/n, the real magic wasn't in the braids or the satin cap, but in the way their friendship had grown into something deeper. And in that moment, surrounded by the cozy glow of the fire, wrapped in Elijah's arms from the chilly atmosphere, she looked into Elijah's eyes, and she couldn't help but wonder if this little encounter changed anything.

#elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah mikaelson x female reader #the originals #vampire #vampire romance #new orleans #daniel gillies #fluff #elijah mikaelson fanfiction #elijah mikaelson fluff

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drewsephrry · 1 year ago

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slut!

Harry Styles x reader

Inspired by: slut! -Taylor Swift

Warnings: kisses, curse words, crying, drinking, smoking

Words: 1.3k

Being this young is art

The party is loud inside the house. Too loud for her liking. So there she sits in one of the sunbeds, beside the aquamarine moonlit swimming pool. Her lover laying on a pink flamingo floatie in the middle of it.

“Care to join me, darling?” His British accent, thick and inviting. Y/N looks at his green eyes shining even from afar and nods as she gets up. He gently gets off the flamingo and swims to the end of the pool where she is closer to.

He holds his hand up for her to take and she walks closer to him. Her mouth salivating at the sight of him. Long hair, now wet, wrapped in a bun, tanned and toned body adorned with tattoos, black shorts sticking on his thick thighs.

“You alright, my love?” he asks, as they swim towards the edge of the pool that overlooks the ocean. She nods.

“Do you need anything? You want me to get you a drink?”

What if all I need is you?

“No, H. I'm fine. Just want to stay like this with you in this moment.” She explains, turning away from him and looking away to the ocean, embarrassed by her confession. He hugs her from behind and kisses her shoulder gently.

“I adore you.”

Butterflies erupt in her stomach from lovesickness.

She turns around to face him and kiss his lips. They taste like tequila and mint. With his help, he has her pinned on the pool wall and her legs wrapped around his waist as they share kisses and sweet nothings underneath the moon.

After a little while, the couple gets out of the pool to dry off and join their friends in the party. Y/N puts back on her tight little skirt from earlier and Harry passes her his white t-shirt, after she dries herself with her towel. Harry puts back on his red and black checkered flannel and grabs his girlfriend's hand, walking together towards the house.

The music is really loud. People are drinking and dancing on the makeshift dance floor. Others are making out or playing beer pong.

Y/N grimaces, as Harry guides them where the boys were hanging out earlier. The boys greet the couple again and offer them drinks. Both of them refuse as Harry pulls Y/N to sit on his lap, on the couch.

And if I'm gonna be drunk

Might as well be drunk in love

Girls pass giggling and staring Y/N down, wishing they could be in her place. Wishing Harry's arms wrapped around their waist and kissing their necks.

“She's such a slut!” a jealous voice among the crowd makes herself known.

But if I'm all dressed up

They might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a slut

You know it might be worth it for once

The boys are smoking, drinking and having fun. Y/N isn't having it though. She tries plastering a fake smile on her face, for the sake of the handsome man under her. But she can't take her mind off the girls whispering about her.

“Harry?” She asks quietly, the music making it not noticeable for everyone else. Harry whips his head towards her and nods, pulling a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yes, sweetheart?” “Can we go?” she asks, playing with the rings on his fingers, wrapped around her waist. Harry nods and helps her get up. He says quick goodbyes to everyone and pulls Y/N with him.

“Hi Harry!”

“Oh my god, you're so hot!”

“Can we take a selfie?”

“I'm like in love with you!”

“What is she doing with you?”

Harry ignores everyone as he walks, holding Y/N's hand towards the front door.

The clock strikes midnight. They both are in the car, with flickering headlights, driving around Sunrise Boulevard.

Y/N is quiet. Quieter than usual.

“What's on your mind, my love?”

“Just want to go home with you.”

Harry places his hand on her thigh, as he continues driving to his luxurious house. When they reach it, Harry decides to take a shower, whilst Y/N is having a midnight snack in the kitchen. Grapes and strawberries.

Got lovestruck, went straight to my head

Her phone is ringing loudly from her handbag, that she had forgotten she even had with her. She pulls it out and sees thousands of tweets, posts and articles about her and Harry out and about. She groans and opens a random one, reading the comments.

‘How could he be with someone like her?’

‘What is she even wearing?’

‘A friend of mine told me that she was drunk and all over him at the party.’

‘She's such a slut!’

‘Whore!’

‘She was so rude the whole night and kept Harry from having fun.’

I'll pay the price, you won't

Tears are running down her face, without noticing.

Everyone wants him

That was my crime

"Fuck.” She whispers. The water just stopped running from the bathroom and she doesn't want Harry to see her like this.

She tries wiping her tears as much as she can, but more fall down with each tissue. Her mascara stains her apple cheeks, her red lipstick still intact.

“Angel, the water's warm if you want to-” he looks up. “What happened?” he asks, grabbing her face. Y/N tries to look away but he doesn't let her.

When her eyes meet his green ones with that daydream look, she breaks down. Her sobs are loud and her tears are endless. Harry pulls her to his chest and holds her while she tries to calm down. He plants kisses all over her face, wiping the rest of the tears that dared falling.

And I break down, then he's pullin' me in

In a world of boys, he's a gentleman

“Shh, my love. I've got you. Please don't cry.” He whispers. Y/N finally calms down but keeps holding Harry close to her.

“What happened?” He asks, concerned. Y/N gives him her phone and he reads the comments.

“Baby, you shouldn't listen to them. They're so wrong about you and how perfect you are. You are a gorgeous, impossibly kind, patient person that puts up with me and those stupid parties and my friends. I had a lot of fun tonight with you and I wouldn't change a thing.” Harry confesses.

Lovelorn and nobody knows

Love thorns all over this rose

Y/N nods and pecks Harry's lips.

“Thank you.”

“How about you go take a nice and warm shower and I'll wait for you? I'll bring you a change of comfy clothes and I'll make popcorn. We can watch ‘The Notebook’, if you want.” He knows her so well. Y/N nods with teary eyes and walks to the bathroom.

After her quick and warm shower, she walks up the pink stairs in Harry's bedroom. She finds him sitting with his naked back on the headboard of the bed, hair slick back, with a tub of icecream on his lap and a bag of popcorn beside him.

“I found your favorite flavor in the freezer, so I thought why go to waste?” Y/N smiles as Harry chuckles. She joins him, wearing his rolling stones graphic t-shirt he can't get rid of and a pair of his boxers. She looks so tiny and gorgeous to him. He kisses her and pulls her close to his chest.

Love to think you'll never forget

“Harry, I wanted to thank you for tonight. The way you comforted me and calmed me down…I don't know what to say.” Y/N confesses, when the movie titles come up on the screen. Harry is half asleep, hooded eyes and a wide smile adored on his face. The tangerine light on his face from the lamp on his bedside table illuminates his features and black ink covered body.

“Y/N, I don't know if I should be saying this. Maybe it's too early.”

“The worst that can happen is that it might blow up in your pretty face and I'm not saying do it anyway but I know you're going to.” Y/N pushes him to continue.

“I'm in love with you.”

“I'm in love with you too, H.” he presses his lips against hers, moving in sync with her.

Got lovestruck, went straight to my head

Got lovesick, all over my bed

And if they call me a slut

You know it might be worth it for once

And if I'm gonna be drunk

Might as well be drunk in love

“We're going to be alright, my love.”

"By the way, you taste like strawberries."

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miffyvirtuales · 4 months ago

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pairing: sim jake×named reader genre: fluff, crush campus warnings: none words count: 1270 words miffy's note: this is so lovely actually. . . .

synopsis: During a university camping trip, Kathy finds herself unexpectedly sharing a tent with Jake, the charming classmate she’s secretly admired from afar. What starts as a night of nervous anticipation turns into something more when they wake up to find themselves accidentally cuddling under the moonlit sky. As the warmth of their shared moment lingers, Kathy begins to wonder if this could be the start of something new between them. In the quiet of the forest, will a simple accident lead to a budding romance?

The sky was painted in hues of deep orange and purple as the sun dipped below the horizon. The warm, golden light of dusk filtered through the trees, casting long shadows across the campsite. The university had organized this camping trip as a break from the stress of exams, and students from all over the campus had signed up for a weekend of nature, bonding, and relaxation.

Kathy was standing by the campfire, chatting with a few of her classmates, trying to shake off the nervous energy that had settled in her stomach. She had always enjoyed camping—the fresh air, the crackling of the fire, and the stars twinkling in the night sky. But tonight, there was something different. Something that made her heart race in a way that wasn’t just from the excitement of being out in the wild.

It was Jake.

Tall, with tousled dark hair and an easy smile, Jake was the kind of guy who seemed to have it all together. He was confident, charismatic, and effortlessly charming. They had shared a few classes together, and Kathy had always found herself sneaking glances at him across the lecture hall. But they had never really spoken outside of academic settings, and she doubted he even knew her name.

That was until earlier that evening when the camping group leader had announced the sleeping arrangements. Due to a mix-up with the tents, some of the students would have to double up. And as fate would have it, Kathy had been paired with Jake.

Her heart had nearly stopped when she heard the news, but she forced herself to play it cool, smiling and nodding as if it didn’t bother her in the slightest. But now, as the night crept closer and the fire began to die down, she couldn’t ignore the nervous fluttering in her chest.

“Hey, you okay?”

Kathy jumped slightly, turning to see Jake standing beside her, a concerned look on his face.

“Oh, yeah, I’m fine.” she replied quickly, hoping her voice didn’t betray the butterflies in her stomach. “Just thinking about tomorrow’s hike.”

Jake chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Yeah, it should be fun. I heard the view from the top is amazing.”

Kathy nodded, grateful for the distraction, but she couldn’t stop herself from thinking about the tent they would be sharing tonight. She wondered how on earth she would manage to fall asleep with him so close.

As the last of the embers glowed in the firepit, the group began to disperse, some heading to their tents while others stayed up to stargaze. Jake and Kathy walked together in comfortable silence, their footsteps crunching on the leaves as they made their way to their tent.

Inside, the space was cozy, with just enough room for the two of them. Their sleeping bags were laid out side by side, and Kathy tried not to think about how little space there was between them.

Jake unzipped his sleeping bag and slipped inside, turning on his side to face her. “I promise I don’t snore.” he said with a teasing grin.

Kathy laughed softly, grateful for his lightheartedness. “Good to know. I don’t either, as far as I’m aware.”

She climbed into her own sleeping bag, trying to get comfortable as she turned off the small lantern they had brought with them. The tent was plunged into darkness, save for the faint glow of moonlight filtering through the thin fabric.

For a while, Kathy lay there, staring up at the ceiling of the tent, listening to the sounds of the forest outside. She was hyper-aware of Jake’s presence next to her, his breathing slow and even as he began to drift off to sleep.

She closed her eyes, willing herself to relax, but sleep was elusive. Every time she shifted, the fabric of her sleeping bag rustled, and she worried she was disturbing him. The tension in her body only grew as the minutes ticked by.

Eventually, though, exhaustion began to take over, and Kathy felt herself sinking into sleep. She didn’t know when it happened, but at some point in the night, she rolled over in her sleep, instinctively seeking warmth and comfort.

When she awoke, the first thing she noticed was the feeling of warmth enveloping her. She was snuggled up against something soft, her head resting on what felt like a pillow. For a moment, she remained blissfully unaware, her mind still foggy with sleep.

But then, she realized that the “pillow” beneath her head was moving. And it was warm. Very warm.

Her eyes snapped open, and she found herself staring at Jake’s chest, her cheek pressed against the fabric of his shirt. Her heart lurched as she realized she had, at some point during the night, cuddled up to him, her arm draped across his waist.

Mortified, Kathy tried to pull away as gently as possible, but as she did, Jake stirred, his eyes fluttering open.

“Morning.” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

“Morning.” Kathy whispered back, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. She tried to shift back to her side of the tent, but Jake’s arm tightened around her, holding her in place.

“Sorry.” he said, a sheepish smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I guess I’m a cuddler.”

Kathy couldn’t help but smile, despite the awkwardness of the situation. “Me too, apparently.”

They stayed like that for a few moments, neither of them making a move to break the embrace. The awkwardness slowly began to melt away, replaced by a surprising sense of comfort. Kathy had never imagined that being this close to Jake could feel so… natural.

Finally, Jake sighed, loosening his hold on her. “We should probably get up before the others start wondering where we are.”

“Yeah, probably.” Kathy agreed, though she couldn’t deny the pang of disappointment she felt at the thought of leaving his warmth.

They slowly disentangled themselves from each other, and Kathy quickly busied herself with rolling up her sleeping bag, trying to ignore the way her heart was still racing. But as she stole a glance at Jake, she saw that his expression was just as flustered as hers.

As they packed up their tent and joined the rest of the group for breakfast, Kathy couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened. She wondered if Jake felt the same way, if he had been as affected by the accidental cuddle as she had.

The day passed in a blur of hiking and exploring, but every time their eyes met, there was a shared understanding between them, an unspoken connection that hadn’t been there before. And when they returned to the campsite that evening, Kathy couldn’t help but feel a flutter of anticipation at the thought of sharing a tent with him again.

As they settled in for the night, Jake turned to her, his expression serious yet soft. “Hey, Kathy… about last night…”

Kathy’s heart skipped a beat. “Yeah?”

He hesitated for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “I didn’t mind, you know. Cuddling, I mean. It was… nice.”

A shy smile spread across Kathy’s face. “Yeah, it was.”

Jake smiled back, and for the first time, Kathy felt like there was something more between them than just shared classes and a camping trip. Something deeper, something that had started with an accidental cuddle but could grow into something much more.

As they drifted off to sleep that night, side by side in the same tent, Kathy felt a warmth in her chest that had nothing to do with the sleeping bag or the fire outside. It was the warmth of possibility, of something new and exciting blossoming between them. And as she closed her eyes, she couldn’t help but hope that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

— I hope you enjoyed.

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luna-azzurra · 2 years ago

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Some short kisses prompts with dialogue to give your readers butterflies

1. The Unexpected Encounter:

"You're... you're the one I've been searching for," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the bustling crowd. And without another word, their lips met in a stolen, electrifying kiss.

2. The Rainy Embrace:

"Come closer," she said, her voice filled with longing. As they sought shelter under a narrow awning, their lips met in a rain-kissed embrace, sealing their unspoken desires.

3. The Moonlit Whispers:

"Stay with me," he murmured under the soft glow of the moon. In that tender moment, their lips met in a gentle, soul-stirring kiss, as whispered promises of forever echoed in the night.

4. The Firework Sparks:

"I can't resist you," she confessed, her eyes fixed on the mesmerizing fireworks illuminating the sky. And in that explosive moment, their lips collided in a passionate kiss, leaving them breathless and craving more.

5. The Balcony Serenade:

"I've been waiting for this," he said, his voice filled with anticipation. With a surge of courage, he crossed the street towards her, sealing their connection with a sweet, balcony-kiss that resonated with promises of a love yet to fully bloom.

6. The Forbidden Affection:

"Let's defy them together," he declared, his voice filled with determination. Hidden away, their lips met in a fervent, forbidden kiss—a daring act that kindled a flame of rebellion and undying devotion.

7. The First Light of Dawn:

"Let's embrace this new day," she whispered, her eyes reflecting the colors of the sunrise. And as the sun peeked over the horizon, their lips brushed together in a sunrise-kiss, symbolizing the beginning of an unforgettable journey.

8. The Wandering Adventurers:

"Let's explore the world together," he proposed, his voice brimming with excitement. With the world as their witness, their lips united in a passionate, wanderlust-infused kiss—a promise to embark on life's adventures hand in hand.

9. The Sweet Innocence:

"Can I?" he asked, his voice filled with gentleness and anticipation. And with a shy smile, they leaned in for a butterfly-kiss—a chaste gesture that held the promise of a thousand untold adventures.

10. The Homecoming Embrace:

"I missed you," she whispered, her voice filled with longing and love. After a long separation, their lips reunited in a tender, homecoming kiss. In that moment, time stood still, and the world around them faded away, leaving only their love and longing.

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cupidsyndrome · 10 months ago

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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ ME AND MR WOLF.

🏹 MURDER, FALSE ROMANCE. 985 WORDS. 💌 nothing worse than a wolf in disguise. careful not to be fooled. 🩷 cw. human!alastor. suggestive. straight up murder. alastor needs his own warning.

freshly moved from the countryside, it’s easy to feel oh-so out of place here– amidst the dimly lit speakeasy that your friend has been urging you to go to. you vaguely remember hearing the song it’s a sin to tell a lie some time ago over the radio: this time, it’s live. you can feel each chord reverberating in your very own body, heart playing along the beat. humming along to it as your eyes desperately search for your friend that seemed to have disappeared– the smoke lingering in the air makes it hard to see, to even breathe.

a couple making their way out bump into you, sending you stumbling towards someone. to keep your balance, your hands instinctively find their way to the stranger’s chest– it’s an awkward situation, to say the least, and the way his gaze drops to your hands with annoyance makes you want to bury yourself 6 feet under.

“my apologies,” you try, stammering.

the stranger seemed more relaxed at that, eyeing you up and down without a care in the world.

“no need, sugar.”

you frown at that– something about his voice felt familiar, “i think i know you.”

his face falls at that. uncertainty tainting his face as one his eyes twitches. have you done something wrong ? the atmosphere feels suffocating as you struggle to find the words to explain yourself– he doesn’t bother helping either, hard gaze stuck on you.

“i.. i must apologise again, sir. knowing would’ve been the wrong word. i’m a listener of your shows.”

a scoff.

then, a full-on laugh.

as the sound of his laughter fills the air, mingling with the lingering notes of the jazz band– your stomach churns, something akin to feeling butterflies. it's a warm, rich sound that washes over you, momentarily easing the tension that hangs between the two of you. his laugh attracts the dirty looks of a few other customers– he doesn’t mind it.

“well, darlin’,” he muses, a playful twinkle in his eyes, “if you’re a fan, then i reckon we’re practically ol’ pals !”

the night went on, with the stranger– alastor, you’ve learned– never leaving your side. the hours slipping away in a haze of laughter and shared drinks. the once-crowded room now dwindled as patrons found themselves wandering into the moonlit streets. with the fading strains of down hearted blues, an uneasy feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. would you ever have the chance to meet him again after tonight ? would he even wish to ?

but alastor seems to be more understanding of your silent dilemma than what you would’ve thought. he leans close, lips brushing against your cheek– velvety voice making you an offer. and so, you push your doubts to the side, eagerly nodding to accept.

on the walk to your house, his hand finds your waist, keeping you close to him. it’s comforting, and you start to think that you could get used to this, someday.

[...]

you tell him to make himself home and he does, oh-so effortlessly. as his coat gets tossed somewhere on your couch– he rolls off his sleeves, forearms adorned with lengthy scars that makes your face twist in worry for him.

“goodness, alastor! those must’ve hurt.”

he offers you a smile, gloved hand twirling a strand of your hair.

“you should be worryin’ for yourself, cher.”

the term catches you off guard, and a blush blooms across your cheeks, the warmth spreading like wildfire. it catches you so off guard that your mind won’t even try to comprehend his words. there’s red signs flashing through your mind but you don’t pay attention to any of them as you find yourself succumbing to the intoxicating allure of the man standing before you. he’s too charming for his own good, you think– even worse so for yours.

“what’re you thinkin’ about ? focus on me.”

as your back hits the wall, you stumble over your words. he’s close– too close for this to be considered respectable between two strangers. his left hand is on the wall, a few inches from your head, as his right hand grabs the point of your chin: keeping you in place, right where he wants you to stay. you find it difficult to breathe– imagination running wild, conjuring up scenarios that leave your mind dizzy with need.

his lips finds yours in a heated kiss, a collusion full of passion that threatens to consume you whole. each movement fuels a primal need– and you can’t help but moan at the feeling, the heat of his body radiating against yours in waves.

the hand that once grabbed your chin now tightens around your throat, cutting your airways in a grip that feels foreign– yet pleasurable for the most part. still, it makes you uncomfortable and you whimper: wishing to let him know, thinking that maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t know just how strong he was. alastor breaks off the kiss and relief floods through you for a moment.

your eyes flutter open.

the illusion breaks.

the man standing before you looks like alastor, but doesn’t feel like the man you’ve met earlier. his facade crumbles off in an instant– a chilling bored gaze never leaving yours. the sudden panic filling up your eyes doesn’t faze him, as he continues to strangle you with a vice-like grip.

lungs burning, you try to gasp for air as his left hand joins the deadly embrace. when you realise that the monster wouldn’t take mercy on you, your fingers start tightening around his forearms the best you could– nails digging into the very same scars you’ve pitied him for.

the realisation puts tears into your eyes– what a fool you’ve been.

and as the world begins to blur, mind falling in and out of consciousness, you’re met with the mocking smile of the very same stranger you’ve brought home.

“have a good sleep, sugar.”

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