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This one I'm really proud of because it looks like it's straight out of a fairytale book
#infinity nikki#my screenshots#She looks like she's supposed to have fairy wings and everything#(click for better quality)
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Merlin Fanfic list>>>
For Want of a Nail by OhThereBigBadWolf. I feel like this is a BAMF! Merlin, though it isn't tagged as such. Either way, it's still a good fic. "Fleeing from Essetir in the bloody beginnings of the Purge, Hunith finds herself on the doorstep of old friends. That's all it takes to untangle the skeins of destiny and weave a new tapestry."
I suppose that I look different (Without the robes and crown) by WingedWolf21. "When Arthur blows the horn of Cathbdhah for the second time, the horn doesn’t just send Uther to the other world. It sends Arthur away as well – to a world where Ygraine never died, the Great Purge never happened, and magic lives freely at court. As do those who practice it."
Stars Above, Stones Below By Destina. "After the disastrous end of his betrothal to Gwen and the regret of his offer to Princess Mithian, Arthur swears off finding a wife until he's ready to wed. When Merlin offers himself to Arthur as bedmate, Arthur suggests they hand-fast in secret for a single year of mutual pleasure without obligation. As their year together unfolds, and secrets and betrayals unravel around them, Arthur and Merlin learn there is no such thing as uncomplicated pleasure. Everything they thought they knew could change in a single year."
Give the Dragon a Chilli by Supercalvin. Modern with Magic. "Aithusa might have been no bigger than a house cat but she was still a dragon. That meant wings, claws, and her hoard, which in Aithusa’s case included soft pillows, fluffy socks, and much to Merlin’s chagrin, stolen pants. When Merlin found out that his winged ward had stolen a rather considerable pile of clothing for her hoard, he thought that it would be the end of any kind of friendship with his neighbor. But when Merlin met the victim of Aithusa’s burglary, he was pleasantly surprised to find Arthur, a man who had never in his life seen a dragon let alone a burglarizing one, and Cavall, a curious German Shepherd puppy who was quick to befriend the little white dragon. From there, it was only the beginning."
The Student Prince by FayJay. Very famous this one, you probably know it already. Modern with Magic, BAMF!Merlin and Reincarnation. "A Modern-day Merlin AU set at the University of St Andrews, featuring teetotal kickboxers, secret wizards, magnificent bodyguards of various genders, irate fairies, imprisoned dragons, crumbling gothic architecture, arrogant princes, adorable engineering students, stolen gold, magical doorways, attempted assassination, drunken students, shaving foam fights, embarrassing mornings after, The Hammer Dance, duty, responsibility, friendship and true love..."
Dew Point by kinase. Modern with magic, BAMF! Merlin "Arthur Pendragon is as popular and successful as a sixth former can be. He hasn’t quite figured out his future yet, but it’s going to be brilliant, he’s certain. At least until some daring stranger on a cool motorcycle topples his world upside down on the first day of school. Modern magical AU".
The Wall of Arthur by supercalvin. ModernAU has no magic, but this is just adorable, I love it. "In a surprisingly good David Attenborough impression, Gwaine said, “Here you see the remarkable mating ritual of the Merlin and the Arthur. Which involves mostly insults and swearing.”
Or: How Merlin and Arthur Met and Why There is a Restroom Wall Dedicated to Arthur’s Ass"
In Love With My Radio by lunchee. ModernAU is funny and sweet. Good fic. "Merlin listens to the radio, Arthur stalks Merlin, Morgana lives to create chaos in Arthur's life, and then everyone goes to McDonalds! Also, love happens.
From the km prompt: Arthur has an anonymous blog/LJ/twitter where he posts about his life, and Merlin follows it RELIGIOUSLY. Arthur starts posting about how he's stalking this amazingly hot guy.
My Significant Bother
Merlin's job as PR junior on the royal account isn't as glamorous as people believe: Most nights, he's saving Arthur, Duke of York and black sheep of the family, from possibly committing monarchy-shattering shenanigans. When tragedy hits and Arthur is now second in line to the throne, the public doesn't react too favorably to the new Prince of Wales.
A solution has to be found and Merlin's contribution is key to the problem: Roped into posing as Arthur's fake boyfriend, he's supposed to make Arthur's popularity levels rise with his steadfast and relatable presence and elevate him from scandalous rake to romantic figure...
For Without You I Am Lost
What if… Throughout the centuries, the magic in Merlin grew? Like, every sorcerer/witch and so on has a limit for growth, yeah? Some level that they reach and that’s it. No more power for you. But Merlin /doesn’t/ since he’s not /with/ magic but instead /is/ magic. So. Like. It grew with him and he learned more and more but he’s all alone, right? Has no Anchor. So he’s doing all he can, spreading the knowledge, educating people on and about magic and for a while it works. Magic is accepted, taught, even revered all over the world. The world prospers. Peace and harmony grows. Yeah, sure, there’s baddies from time to time but in general all is well yeah?
But… All this power that keeps on growing inside. What if it… Starts corrupting him? Like. Unintentionally, bit by bit. He doesn’t even notice that some of his decisions sHOuLd seem… Wrong, maybe..? But.. Power grows and grows and morality blurs for him. After all, he’s all alone. He has no one there for him. He’s always there for the EntiRe PoPulaTion of the WoRLd, but HE’S alone.
So what if… Arthur returns because Albion’s greatest need is to be saved… From Merlin..?
We Begin Again (Series)
*** Absolute fave. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read this series, especially the first two books ***
For many long years Merlin waited.
For the other part of his soul, for the other half of his life. He was born to serve Arthur. So that meant he was also born to wait. Even if it took a thousand years. Even if the wait seemed never to end.
Until one day, suddenly, it did.
When Arthur stumbles from the Lake of Avalon 1,500 years after his death, he finds a world unlike the one he knew. Faced with the loss of everyone he loved, and the threat of impending prophecy, Arthur must learn what it means to be not just a king, but the Once and Future King. Merlin does all he can to guide him, even as he struggles to hide his love for his king, and his fear of losing him again.
Story includes sass, banter, horseplay, & True Love.
In For Keeps
Merlin and Prince Arthur have been in a relationship for a while, unbeknownst to others. Arthur is ready to take the next step and make them official, but Merlin isn’t yet. The restrictions on his life and the mere idea of the lack of privacy seem too much for him to bear.
Separated over Christmas, overworked and overwrought, an accident befalls Arthur.
Cue a worried Merlin racing overnight on a trouble-ridden trip to Scotland on Christmas Eve.
Well, the course of true love never runs smooth...
*** I swear I’ve read these a million times ***
The Pact
The ancient Albion Pact demands that the Prince of Wales must take someone magic born as his soul-bonded consort by the time he is 30 or face death. Before he was a Detective Inspector Warlock, Merlin Emrys was young and in love and made a promise to Prince Arthur -- and now Arthur is calling it in.
The Lonely King
The Prince of Wales at his school. Merlin was sure it was all just a very bad joke. A modern royalty AU.
There Are No Gays In Football
When a deeply-closeted Arthur Pendragon finally earns a spot in Camelot's first XI, he's dead set on breaking records, not one of sport's last taboos. But life, like football, is a funny old game, and sometimes the only way up is out. Especially once he realizes he's arse over tit for the new physio.
A queer Arthurian tale of courage, love, and football.
The Difference of You
It’s not that Arthur Pendragon can’t get girls to fall for him; it’s just that he can’t seem to keep them around. Relationships and Arthur aren't on the same page at all, really, but one day there's Merlin on a bus and then it's different.
But it’s a Good Refrain
Arthur doesn't care much about the popular radio program Dragon's Lonely Hearts until his ex-girlfriend calls in to slag him off and get advice. When he calls in and has an on-air argument with the host, it starts off more than he expected, including meddling friends, over involved fans, and maybe love.
No Matter How Far Away You Roam
“I was wondering if you might come home with me.” Merlin stops mid-rant and stares at him, and then down at his panini again, and back at Arthur. This is a panini of lies and pain. He can tell already.
“For Christmas? I’ve got an uncle and a mother and a sister waiting for me at home, in case you hadn’t remembered, I’m not going home with you just because you’re a workaholic.”
“No, it’s. My mum might be under the impression that we’re a little bit married.”
In which Merlin gets conned into spending Christmas with Arthur's family and pretending to be his husband, because somehow this is his life
Magic Reveal
What I’d have done
https://archiveofourown.org/works/5013721/chapters/11522743
It’s set around season 3. It’s mostly Arthur centric and it’s really good. It’s not out of character at all and is a realistic depiction of what could have happened in cannon
These are my bookmarked favorites! I love these magic reveals!
In relief:
The Map of Honor:
By the Sword:
Dying to Return
Turn of the Tide:
I tried to keep it plot heavy. Most are Arthur/Merlin, but a couple isn't.
Family Tree - Fic starts after defeating Cenred's forces and an army of the dead in the siege during the Tears of Uther Pendragon
Without Song - In which Arthur is envoy to a grieving family, and Merlin rides with him.
So Are They All, All Honourable Men - Merlin gets into a fight with a knight
I've come Too Far To See The End - Morgana finds out Merlin is Emrys.
Onfindan - The aftermath of Athur finding out
The Perfect Scry - Arthur finds out Merlin has magic and Merlin doesn't know he has magic. So Arthur does what any BFF would do: everything he can to keep Merlin from finding out he has magic so he don't freak out.
After Ealdor - There’s a fine line between good and evil, and Merlin wonders if he’s crossed it
Pendragon Red - Camelot is overrun by sorcerers, Uther is dead, and Arthur wonders what the sorcerer want him and Merlin so much for.
They Call Him Emrys - Bring Emrys to the Dark Tower, Morgana demands. Or Gwen will die. Canon AU that diverges in mid S5.
The Best-Laid Plans - A group of mercenaries pose as Knights of Camelot after the disaster of Agravaine and the dragon. They run into Arthur and his Knights.
The Immortal’s Encore series
Believing that he has long since failed in his destiny, an immortal Merlin decides the only way to make things right is to break the barriers of time, rewrite history, and correct his mistakes. Unfortunately, such a task is not so simple in practice. The threads of time are a slippery opponent, and people are not easily made pawns in destiny's game. And perhaps the greatest threat of them all? Merlin himself. A millenium has left him greatly changed. Is he still the man that destiny chose, or will Merlin's return only bring a new doom to Camelot with it?
Not very well known. This is one of the best fanfics I ever read. I’ve checked so many of the classics and most of the most commented, most bookmarked ones, with the most kudos. I’ve accidentally stumbled on this one and since that day I am completely obsessed with it. The best BAMF Merlin I ever read, the writing style is impeccable, the plot is smart and well planned and thought through, characterisations are on point, the consequences are realistic and so complex. I cannot recommend this enough. There are 4 works in the story so far and it’s WIP, but the writer is very productive and disciplined, the updates are happening once or twice a week.
Lay Your Head on The Shoulder of a Good Friend
With Camelot readying for the upcoming gathering of rulers of the Southern Kingdoms to discuss peace, Uther has tasked Arthur with an additional duty: befriend the Prince of Essetir and learn anything he can of King Balinor, and of magic, and of dragons, that might be of interest should the treaty not succeed.
That's easier said than done, as he and Prince Merlin don't exactly hit it off immediately. But, befriending Merlin and learning of magic and life in Essetir leads Arthur down the paths of discovering long held secrets surrounding his own birth, and his mother's ill health, and his father's hatred of all things magic.
Adding even more complications to the mix are rowdy knights, frustrating princesses, a possible traitor in their midst, and an overly-verbose dragon; not to mention the burgeoning and peculiar feelings for his fellow prince that Arthur struggles to put a name to.
I love this fanfic. It’s written by Skitz_phenom, not very well known, but this author is amazing. Incredible BAMF Merlin, Arthur & Merlin are so very well written, she/he written one of the best sexiest and steamiest scenes in Merthur fanfic world. The story is great and touches your heart. Completed.
If you will enjoy this, I highly recommend checking their other works.
N16 writes great magic reveal fanfics (not just)
There are 24 works written by this author. I haven’t read them all, but the ones I’ve checked are great. The theme of so many of N16 fanfic stories is the reveal.
To Kill a Nightmare is one of those. It include BAMF Merlin tag as well. Once again, if you enjoy it, check the other works of this talented author.
These are various lists from different individuals that I saved in a document some time ago.I need to free up space on my computer… However, I'm hesitant to delete them. I'm not familiar with all the blogs mentioned; if you recognize any, please inform me!
#merlin#merthur#arthur pendragon#fanfiction#ao3 fanfic#recomendation#merlin fanfiction#fic rec#magic reveal#my computer was full
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S-Classes ‘Side Story’ chapter 124 spoilers under the cut…
god I love this novel so much, it’s so funny and ridiculously endearing lmaooo 😭 (sorry I’m on mobile and don’t know how to format indented text)
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“Normally, I shouldn’t interfere. But since my partner has requested it…”
With those words, Sung Hyunje appeared.
“I have no choice but to comply.”
He was tiny, small enough to fit in the palm of my hand, and had fairy wings. It was a form I had seen once before, but still…
“…Why are you in this state again?”
Aren’t you about to turn forty? Actually, at this point, aren’t you already in your mid-forties? A man nearing fifty was fluttering around with shiny wings, claiming ‘I’m the Sesung Guild Leader~’ If he were a complete stranger, I would’ve said that people in this world had all sorts of preferences and left it at that. But unfortunately, this person happened to be my partner.
Amidst everyone’s gaze, Sung Hyunje-ssi landed on my palm. For a moment, I had the urge to clench my fist and shake it. Would sparks fly if I grabbed him?
[…]
“So that’s why you came with wings,” I said.
“The wings are because I felt Han Yoojin-gun’s interest in me has been waning a bit. I just spruced myself up a little.”
… What nonsense. When people said they wanted to spruce up, they usually changed their hairstyle, put on nice clothes, or added accessories. Why on earth would you suddenly add wings?
“… Anyway, we can explain publicly that the Sesung Guildmaster shrank due to a curse. As long as we get cooperation from the current Sesung Guildmaster, Hunter Kang Soyoung, it shouldn’t be too hard to bring Sesung Guild in line with its current state.”
“Um, excuse me.”
At that moment, Soyoung-ssi raised one arm with a serious expression. She glanced between the tiny Sung Hyunje in my palm and me before speaking.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while, but… in the end, the person who was a mermaid, then a captain, and now a fairy—is my boss?”
“Uh… yes? I suppose so.”
“And that thing… I mean, this person, needs to become the Sesung Guildmaster? No, wait, the original Guildmaster was… Why did I even join Sesung Guild under this person in the first place? Director Han Yoojin raised my dragon, didn’t he? And more importantly… Is that person really the Sesung Guildmaster?”
Soyoung-ssi clutched her head, looking confused. It seemed like her gradually returning memories were clashing with her current reality. Or maybe she just couldn’t accept that Sung Hyunje was her boss.
“Kang Soyoung-gun,” Sung Hyunje spoke softly to the bewildered Soyoung.
Since he was the guildmaster, maybe he would give some comforting advice to his young guild member…
“I’m a fairy dragon,” he said.
But no—he lied without even batting an eye. Had he lost his mind?
Kang Soyoung’s eyes widened as she stared at him. “You’re a dragon? For real?”
“Yes. Gyeol was born due to my influence as a fairy dragon. Don’t we even look alike?”
The self-proclaimed fairy dragon spun slowly once in my palm to display himself. Appearance-wise… he clearly did look like Gyeol. I felt sorry for Gyeol, but what Sung Hyunje-ssi said wasn’t entirely wrong. And now that he had fairy wings, his nonsense actually sounded somewhat plausible.
“So that’s…!”
Kang Soyoung cried out in awe and astonishment. Her expression went through a number of complex changes for a moment, but then she quickly calmed down and nodded firmly.
“I understand everything now.”
…Really? That was all it took?
“It all makes sense. It’s perfect. Yes! I love Sesung Guild and our Guildmaster!” Soyoung-ssi shouted with eyes full of guild pride…
Was this really okay? Sung Hyunje-ssi, didn’t you feel guilty at all? We did need to finish this mission and get out quickly, but this seemed too shameless.
#just posting my reactions to excerpts as I read#sctir side story#sctir#sctir spoilers#s classes that i raised#jinjae#jinje#hjyj#i love soyoung’s enthusiasm for her special interest
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The poor thing in the road, it's eyes still glistening 17k by @eruherdiriel
Hooves are not what wake Jon in the middle of the night, pulse racing and hands clammy with sweat. It’s fire. Orange and angry, eating away at houses and shops and shacks in his dream. Even now that he is awake, Jon can still taste burnt flesh on the back of his tongue. The wounds from his brother’s mutiny and Drogon’s gouge, frozen only hours ago, burn white. War leaves everyone broken, Jon perhaps most of all. Sansa finds even peacetime requires letting go.
the sky is big enough 15k @hopetorun
The war is over, except all the ways it isn't, and Sansa isn't alone, except for all the ways she is.
O Voyagers 28k WIP
Jon’s eyes are fixed on the floor at her feet. To a stranger it might look like respect, the proper deference shown to a queen, but Sansa knows better. If he wished to look at her, he would. He has not forgiven me, she thinks, her heart a stone in her chest. He likely never will.
daughters and queens bleed alone 4k
They crown Sansa with a rope of twisted steel, two wolves arching across her brow in a delicate embrace. No stags upon this crown—no branching antlers, no gleaming manes, no blooming hearts of southern roses. No fire, no blood, no graceful sweep of scales and wings, or the silver bite of dragon’s teeth. The Queen in the North stands before them, and Winter has come.
old wounds 2k by @jonsaslove
Jon left King's Landing and never returned. Sansa became Queen in the North and weathered the storm. When they see each other again, there is not much left to say.
stories to tell our children 1k by @jonsaslove
“You said that Old Nan used to tell you stories so scary you couldn’t sleep for a fortnight! That was a baby story!” Duncan nods, agreeing with his sister. Her father interrupts. “Well, Old Nan was a very good story teller. She could tell you a story about fairies and princesses and make it seem terrifying with just her voice and a menacing stare.” Or; Jon and Sansa tell their children bedtime stories.
Where the Shadow Ends 245k (I'm sure y'all have read this one, but it is THE post canon fic, so it must be mentioned!)
For years Sansa has ruled the North, wisely, justly, capably--and utterly alone. Everyone tells her she needs an heir; all she wants is a family. But after everything she’s suffered, there’s only one man she trusts won’t use her for her claim. Only one she trusts with her body. Unfortunately, she trusts him in no other way--especially not with her heart. For years Jon’s hidden in the far north, choosing solitude over the people he loves, choosing self-exile as punishment rather than atoning. But then Tormund tires of his moping and drags Jon back to Winterfell where guilt and consequences and a tempting offer await him. accompanying gifset by @thewindsofwolves
We Set Fire in the Snow 7k by @framboise-fics
Three days was long enough for moments of tenderness, for soft touches and gentle murmurs alongside the violence of their passions, but it was not long enough to burn this fire between them down to ashes, to put out the flames, he thinks ruefully, bitterly, achingly, as he rides out and looks back at her standing on the ramparts as he remembered her, her hair a curtain of fire, her body rigid like she has been sculpted from ice. He will take that fire back North, to warm him through frigid nights, he thinks; to burn inside of him so that he shall never find any peace; and let her feel the same, he thinks, let him not be alone in his agony. If he loved her he should surely wish her peace, so does he love her? Or is this how a wicked man loves, painfully, cruelly, selfishly? Is he her punishment just as she is his?
An Affair in Stages 13k by @justadram (not tagged post canon but works as one which is interesting as the first chapter was posted way back in 2013!)
It begins with a proposition, but where it will end neither of them knows.
Please Speak Well of Me 17k
A queen isn’t supposed to cry. So she’s learned to turn her tears to frost before they ever reach her cheeks. “Sansa,” Jon says to her, and the ice within shifts, weakens. Brackish water begins to leak through the cracks. She can barely remember how to speak, and it doesn’t come as much of a comfort that he seems to be fumbling as well. Over the foolish moons, Sansa had imagined that, if the time came that Jon ever returned, the mere sight of him would unwind the tangles of conflict inside of her. There would be something in his eyes, something she had forgotten about his face, something that would remind her what was real and what was not between the two of them.
breathe me in, taste my words 2k
Much to her surprise, marriage has only made Sansa less of a lady, not more. She doesn’t mind terribly, but maybe that’s because Jon doesn’t either.
Stone by Stone 8k
Finally, her words came in a rush. “But I seem to have built my own wall. Stone by stone, little by little, after each of them disappointed me, hurt me. And now that they are dead, I sometimes fear I may die behind my wall that no one can can walk thru.”
fire in exile 2k by @princemills
The thoughts of the others he’d lost were too unpleasant, and the thoughts of those who survived made him want to keel over like a babe, knowing he’d left them behind. It wasn’t really a choice, but it didn’t stop him from pondering his choices. From King in the North to bending the knee to Daenerys to stabbing her with a dagger beneath white ash borne from burning flesh, he’s never made the correct choice, and now he’ll burn in hell for it. Or, as Westeros deems hell: he’ll freeze his balls off at the wall, or Tormund will cut them off. Whichever comes first. - a quick study of jon and the choices he makes in exile.
watch me run right back to you 16k
Three times Jon and Sansa almost kiss…and three times they actually do.
come out of hiding (i'm right here beside you) 36k @noqueenbutthequeeninthenorth
AU after 8.05. After the death of Daenerys Targaryen, Jon Snow chooses to live beyond the Wall, while Sansa Stark, the newly-crowned Queen in the North, marries a Dornish prince. Three years later, when Jon finally gathers the courage to return to Winterfell, he finds that while many things have changed, one hasn't: he's still in love with Sansa. (Featuring widow!Sansa, contrite!Jon, and a cute baby.)
Homecoming 31k @theoriginalsuki
Halfway to him, she broke composure; she flew at him, an arrow from a bow, and he opened to receive her, lifting her, clutching her to the soft, neglected animal of his body. Sansa has one request of Jon, and then he can leave her forever: help her to find a husband.
Gifsets: Jonsa and Their Three Children by @kingbuckley , Together We Build Our Empire by @aureliacamargo, Future Jonsa with Children by @amandapeetshusband, In Which They Live a Long and Happy Life Together by @baelerion, To See Him Once Again by @theirwinterfell, Maybe We'll Meet Again by @thatmansplayinggalaga
PRE CANON - WESTERN - FAIRYTALE - REGENCY - LITTLE WOMEN - HOLIDAY - SEASON 6 - ANNE OF GREEN GABLES - THE GIRL IN GREY - FREE CITIES - FAIRYTALE PART II - POLITICAL MARRIAGE - SALTY TEENS
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Sweet Fae
Bear shifter!Price x Fairy!(fem)Reader (whose wings are paralyzed)
Tags: Predator/prey dynamic, size difference, just a bit scary, gore, death, shy reader, kinda awkward Price, a little fluff, building into fluff and smut (in future parts), CRINGE
This one is in Price's perspective!!
Note: Fairies in this fic are just really short, not super small like in Tinkerbell or something. Also, I made slight changes to this fic from the last time I posted it. Sorry for not uploading in a while!! I was pretty busy with life stuff.
Thanks for reading!! <3
I stood there, tears resting on my cheeks, and watched her walk away without a word. No response to my quiet plea, just a slight turn of her beautiful face to look back at me. Though not a word was said, our locked gaze held a meaning that couldn’t be shaken.
We would meet again.
…
With swift motions, I swung my axe over and over again. Even though the sun was going to set soon, the temperature remained just as warm as it was in its peak. Sweat beaded on my forehead and slid down to drop on the forest floor.
My day was filled with constant attempts to get my mind off of her. Her small frame, her doe-like eyes, the way she held my face like we’d known each other for years…
No! My thought scolded me as I shook my head. These feelings were just the byproduct of living on one’s own for too long, which is how it would stay. I didn’t need anyone messing up what I had built for myself. I was better off being left to my own devices. Who knows what I was capable of? Well, I guess I know even more based off of last night.
That last thought made my chest sink. How could I be so out of control? How could I let myself stay out so late? I was lucky that the moon wasn’t full or else that poor girl’s fate would’ve been much different.
“Damn it!” My yell echoed throughout the crowded forest, causing birds to shoot straight up from the trees and fly away.
I looked up and saw that dusk had already settled in, making me realize that I needed to head back to the house. I didn’t even need to chop up more wood today; I already had enough wood for the next couple of weeks, but I was running out of things to do to distract my thoughts from that sweet faery. That sweet fairy I almost devoured. “Fuck,” I muttered, my self loathing starting to consume me.
I gathered up my tools and two of the logs I cut and started to make my way back. The rest of the wood could be collected tomorrow.
I took long strides to make it back in time before nightfall. My feet ached by the time I eventually made it back, which made me wince with every step I took. I dropped the logs and my tools somewhere near the front of the house; I was too tired to care or notice. Nothing and no one would steal from me anyways. Most of the forest knew what I was, so they chose not to come near me. No people were around either, unless you count the very few others like me that live here. We all had our respective territories though, and usually one does not cross them.
Just as I was about to enter the house, I heard a slight rustle from behind me. Then I noticed a familiar…smell that piqued my interest. That smell…I knew that smell. I was ruminating on that smell for the whole fucking day. I eagerly glanced behind me, something my mind didn’t approve of. I shouldn’t have been that excited. I was supposed to be okay with being alone. Company was unwelcome.
Those thoughts were interrupted when I saw her. Everything was interrupted when I saw her.
She was just a couple feet away. I could smell her so clearly. Soft rain paired with some kind of flower. My chest tightened with the urge to reach out and envelop her in my arms, but I couldn’t. All I could do was stare down at her with the same wide eyes she was giving me.
Was she scared of me? Of course she is.
Then why would she come back here? Was my mind toying with me? Did my loneliness finally grab hold of my sanity?
She walked up to me and spoke in a soft and cautious tone.
“Hello.”
Hello. Hello.
“Hello,” I muttered back awkwardly, unsure of what to say. Where was all my charm from the night before?
She spoke again. “Can I come in?”
Come in?
I cleared my throat. “Yeah, sure, of course sweetheart. Come in,” I said, putting a warm smile on my face. I held the door open for her as she slowly walked inside. I noticed her scan my house like she did last night, searching for every possible escape I assumed. Smart girl. Still, it brought my smile down just a bit.
I shut the door behind me and offered her a seat at my table. I already had a meal cooking before I went out on my useless attempts to distract myself.
I gave her a portion and then sat down across from her, which once again reminded me of how small she was. Each wing of hers was smaller than my arms. She had to be at least a foot shorter than me, maybe more. I was definitely much stockier than her too. Such a perfect little thing compared to a monster like me. The bear in me was a little too excited over that.
The sound of her voice startled me out of my trance.
“You’re staring.” She looked at me with an almost fearful expression, which made me feel like shit. I was sure she was expecting me to kill her by then.
“I-I’m sorry. I was just lost in thought, that’s all. Do you like the food?” I sputtered out.
“It’s good,” she said with a slight smile on her face. Is she making fun of me or is she smiling because she likes it?
She looked at me with thoughtful eyes. “You’re probably wondering why I’m here again, aren’t you?”
Actually I’m wondering why I’m so obsessed with you.
“You could say that, yes,” I said with a breathy laugh.
She hesitated for a moment before taking a deep breath. I could tell that she was nervous to say it. My mind could only think of the worst things.
“I wanted to see you again.”
My eyes went wide for just a second. My heart exploded for just a second. She wanted to see me again? After I almost slaughtered her? After I had to save her from myself? After crying to her like a pathetic little boy?
“You intrigue me. I’ve…I’ve never seen anything like you before,” she admitted shyly.
I wished she’d never seen me in the first place. I wasn’t meant for sweet things like her and she most definitely wasn’t made for a savage thing like me.
“You shouldn’t have had to,” I murmured, barely looking into her eyes now.
She stood up from her seat and walked over to me. Even though she was standing, I was still a bit taller while sitting down. She looked up at me with those pretty eyes of hers, seemingly studying me.
“I have a question,” I said.
“What is it?”
She was a forearms length away, which was too close for comfort. I could almost feel her breath on me. My heart skipped a beat.
“Why?”
Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Why, what?”
“Why would you want to see me again?” My voice was quiet.
She smiled and let out a soft sigh. “I…I really don’t know.”
Disappointment twinged inside me. Why was I disappointed? I should’ve wanted nothing to do with this fairy, but my heart wanted her to at least be a little glad about seeing me again.
“I suppose I was just intrigued by you,” she said sheepishly.
Just then, the hairs on my body stood up. My eyes widened and my body as I felt an unfamiliar presence close by, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the fairy in front of me.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Her voice wavered.
I ignored her. Something wasn’t right, and I needed to find out what. I quickly stood up and rushed to open the curtains to my window just a sliver, noticing that the sky was dark once again. Shit.
I quickly closed the curtain in fear of my bear coming out in front of her. The moon’s light touching my face would become a disaster for her if I wasn’t careful. I didn’t even want to think about it.
Suddenly, I heard it. Something was circling too close to my house. Something was ignoring the boundaries of my territory. The thought enraged my bear. Usually, I would kill a creature–or even a person–for this, but with her here, I couldn’t bring myself to. For some reason, I wanted her to know that she could be safe with me, even when that was far from the truth.
I took a second to hone my senses to focus on what was outside…
A shifter. The realization made my bear even more upset.
I heard it sniffing the door, no doubt trying to find a way to get in. I glanced over to the pretty fairy and saw her eyes jolt open when she heard it too. My first instinct was to kill, but instead, I made my way over to her. I could see her shake from fear, making me even more angry at the stupid thing in my territory.
“Sweethear–”
Her eyes shot up at me. “Wh-what is that?” She said in a whisper that I could barely hear. I needed to do something fast. This stupid creature was ruining my chances at ever having some sort of connection with her. That very thought made my heart beat fast in my chest with panic. I had to do something to get it away from here without scaring her, but that was going to be very difficult to do.
I gingerly held her hands in mine, looking into her wide teary eyes. “Listen to me. You’re gonna be alright sweetie, but you need to hide somewhere away from any windows alright?” I kept my voice low and steady. She nodded frantically and then went to hide under the kitchen table. Good enough.
I returned my focus to the outside. That shifter would pay. My bear was already aching to turn and protect what’s ours. I decided that I’d have to sneak through one of the windows. The moon’s light would make me automatically shift but hopefully she wouldn’t see it. I ran to the back window, opened it, and jumped out.
Fuck! I could feel the sharp pain all throughout my entire body as soon as the night’s air touched my skin. My bones broke and creaked and stretched in unimaginable ways. I could feel tufts of fur painfully shoot out from my body. I couldn’t even hear my grunts through the ringing in my ears.
My vision blurred with tears until it became even clearer than ever before. The night wasn’t so dark anymore, signaling that I had fully turned. I would never get used to that feeling, no matter how many times I shifted.
I wanted to take a breather like I normally did after my intense shifts, but I had no time. My bear was in control now and there was only one thought in his head.
Protect what’s mine.
My bear let out a roar, not thinking about how I was just trying not to scare the cute little fairy hiding in my house.
The sudden thought of her suddenly turned my bear and I into a furious frenzy. Protect.
I took quick and heavy steps toward the threat, making sure to make enough noise to distract it from getting in. When I finally saw it, my blood boiled even more. It was a wolf shifter. It had a long and droopy snout with saliva dripping from its mouth. Its dark fur would’ve made it almost impossible to see for the normal eye, but I could see it quite clearly. I could see every disgusting thing about it. Its hand, fit with long claws, had penetrated through the door, no doubt trying to unlock the door from the inside.
Panic surged through me. This ends now.
I charged over to it and shoved it down to the ground. I heard it let out a yelp, and then I felt claws slash through my back. The searing pain weakened me, making it easier for the wolf to gain the upper hand.
It flipped me over with impossible strength, making my bear groan. I hurriedly hauled myself up before it could make another attack. He may have been strong, but he was no match for me. A bear was bigger than a wolf.
He swiftly made his way back over to me to deliver another slash, but I caught his leg in my mouth and bit. Hard. The crunch echoed throughout the forest, as well as his pained howls. I stood to my full bear height, making him dangle from my mouth. I could taste blood starting to overflow in my mouth.
The wolf continued to thrash and snarl in pain, making it harder to hold it up. The rest of its claws continued to slit through my skin, making me wince. Fuck.
I whipped my head to the right to launch him toward a tree. Surprisingly, he got back up rather quickly.
I went back down on all fours and stalked over to him, making sure to make my steps heavy. The ground almost shook below me. I looked down on him.
Go. My bear said to it.
The shifter just continued to bear its teeth at me, getting ready to throw another blow.
I growled deep and thunderous. Go!
Even a wolf of its size couldn’t help but be scared. It was stubborn, but not stupid. With one last snap of its teeth, it turned to limp away.
The bear inside me huffed in amusement. What a stupid wolf, thinking it could invade my territory and survive. I jumped forward and crushed it below me. It howled and whined and shook until I opened my mouth wide and tore its neck open. The sound of bones shattering and tendons snapping filled me with a deep sense of satisfaction. I stayed there holding it in my jaws until he stopped moving completely.
Once I knew the shifter was dead, my bear’s mind went back to the faery in my house. I walked back to the house and shifted back. The pain was almost dulled by the exhaustion that had taken over me, and I fell to the floor, naked and unconscious.
…
When I finally woke up, I heard a pretty voice humming. I opened my eyes and saw that it was my fairy. My heart swelled when I saw that she was tending to my wounds.
“Hello sweetheart.”
She jumped a bit, but then gave me a worried smile. “How are you feeling?”
Wonderful with you here. “I’m alright.”
She let out a sigh of relief. Such a caring girl. She should’ve been gone by now, but she was here, taking care of someone who didn’t deserve it.
When she was done tending to my various lacerations, she turned away. “Let me go make you something to–” I interrupted her with a firm grip on her arm.
“Stay.”
She looked back at me confused. Cautious. Understandably so, because I didn't even know why I said that.
“Lay next to me sweetheart.” When she still didn’t move, I gave her a playful pout. “It’ll help me feel better.” When she rolled her eyes and sighed, I knew I had won.
We laid together in silence for a few minutes. It was unlike any silence I had ever known in my decades of solitude. It was warm. Comfortable. It was a silence that set my heart at ease. If I could, I would lay in it forever.
“What’s your name?”
Her pretty voice made my thoughts scatter away. I turned to her and saw her bright eyes gazing at me expectedly.
“John. John Price.”
A soft smile showed on her face. “John. I like that. It’s a sturdy name.”
“Sturdy?” I let out a loud and genuine laugh. “I’ve never heard that before, sweetheart.” What a strange girl. I loved it.
She looked almost embarrassed with that shy smile of hers. Adorable. “Well, you know, it just sounds like it would belong to a reliable person? I don’t know!” A small giggle from her filled the room and my heart.
“What’s your name, little fairy?”
She said her name.
“Pretty.” Like her. I wanted to know everything about her. Every nook and cranny of her mind. I was going insane. My loneliness had taken a toll on me, I realized. What happened to leaving her alone?
That one question opened up to hours of conversation. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. But there was something on my mind; something that I had been thinking about ever since I met her.
“What happened to your wings?” I questioned in between a dip of silence in the conversation. That took her by surprise.
“My–what?” She averted her eyes away from me, and I could tell she was growing nervous.
Shit. Why did I say that? Am I a child? Why can’t I just hold my tongue? Stupid stupid stupid. “I-nevermind. It’s none of my business, I-I’m sorry–”
She put a finger on my lips, silencing me. That one fraction of a touch made my mind go quiet. It seemed to have the same effect on her because she suddenly retracted her hand back. My bear whined.
“No, no it’s,” she sighed, “it's okay. I get that question a lot.” The defeated look on her face made my heart ache.
She took a deep breath. “My wings have always been like this. Paralyzed since birth. It’s extremely rare but I guess I got lucky.” She let out a bitter laugh. “Flying is such an important thing to the fairies. It’s sacred to us. It hurts when I can’t participate in our traditions. It hurts that they always look at me with that stupid pity of theirs. As if I’m not capable. As if I’m some sort of wilting flower.
“It’s just hard being…different. Being the odd one out. Always.”
“I know,” I said quietly. She looked at me in surprise with those beautiful eyes of hers.
“You do?”
“Yes.”
She stared at me with expecting eyes, wanting me to say more. I wanted to. I wanted to tell her everything. I wanted to show her how much I understood. Why couldn’t I just get the words out? Why couldn’t I just open up?
Because she would run. She would never want to spend her precious time with a savage like you.
My mind was right. She would never look at me the same if I told her why. Why I was cast away. Why I had to live alone all these decades. She would run just like the rest–and for good reason.
I looked into her expecting eyes and pulled a stray lock of hair behind her pointed ear. A soft hue of pink painted over her face and ears and I smiled. With a hesitating hand, she pressed my hand to cup her cheek, now smiling back at me.
“Let’s just go to sleep, sweetheart.”
I could see the disappointment flash in her eyes, but I ignored it. It was best to not get too intimate with her. She wanted answers, but she wasn’t going to get any and she’d just have to deal with that.
As I closed my eyes, expecting her to leave, I felt a brush of her hand on my jaw, almost caressing it, before it retracted just as quickly. I almost smiled.
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'Spread Thyn Wings🐉',
Draconia Fam HC: where their wings went
The Draconia Family's real form is said to be that of a dragon (Malleus commenting that it is his true form and him being hatched as an egg AND being a baby dragon) the human version is idk more of an afterthought. That being said, the members (or what we've seen so far) of the Draconia family do like to show (dare I say flaunt) these features, with Malleus and his horns and Mallenoa (Mallenor??) with her thick booty tail:
source: https://thenuitinthenorthernlights.tumblr.com/
Anyways that begs the question... why don't they (esp mama draconia i'll get to that soon) also show off thier magnificent wings? Now you can argue that "o h, it would be inconvenient since everything is human sized" nay I say, nay. This argument does make sense with Malleus since he is attending a school and there are many scenarios wherein a tail could cause hazards, so that I will give him a pass for hiding his glorious tail...However, Mama Draconia has no excuse, she's way past that high school nonsense and look at her, she's stupendous and should flaunt her magnificent wings..yet she doesn't, that's where my hc comes in
I hc that the backstory of Maleficent featured in the live action story (because the trad villains are shown to be more sympathetic in this game) is real and is part of fae history.
To give ygs a summary to catch up Maleficent falls in love w a human and gets her wings chopped off cuz he a greedy ass hole. Now I then hc that since this story is shown to vilify humans and make Maleficent the subject of tragedy, the future generations choose not to show their wings in public as a sign of respect for their gramama.
It's supposed to be a statement of "I will show you child of men that I alone have the power to do what I want with my body. This will prove that though you may try to take away my dignity, I am in control and still as strong as ever. You will never strip me of my right and will to thrive with the rest of the living creatures of this planet" to the humans.
Summary: The Dragon Fae did not pout and wail at their Mistress being disrespected, they held their chin up high. They are reclaiming the act of terrorism done on their queen and using it as self expression (and also as a sign of respect to the Thorn Fairy) to show their strength in spite of all their years of oppression.
But for Malleus the excuse of those wings would get caught in doorways is also lol valid
Am I looking too deep into this? Yes. Definitely.
#disney twst#twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland malleus#malleus draconia#malleus headcanons#maleficia draconia#draconia family#mallenoa draconia#mallenor draconia#draconia twst#twisted wonderland headcanons#twst hc#twisted wonderland hc#twst fandom
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My beloved baby Pikachu I bring Pokémon ideas~
Eddie as ghost type gym leader whose gym looks like a metal concert and he has his sweetheart strapped to his back at all times
Steve as a water/fighting type gym leader whose gym is half a pool. Everyone is surprised to find this guy in a soft pastel sweater, tight jeans, and the fluffiest hair is the leader. Until he brings put his nail bat as the battle starts.
Everyone thinks they hate each other because they seem polar opposite but no one notices the skull ring on Steve's left hand nor the soft purple sweater Eddie sometimes wears.
They're married your honor!
The Party is a group of newbie trainers that get taken under their wings of course.
🖤❤️🖤❤️🐼
AHHHHH!!! PANDA I LOVE YOU, I already freaked out in dms with you but I’mma say it again: I LOVE YOUR BRAIN, you get ALLLLL the forehead kisses 🥹🥹🥹 I’m sooo gonna ramble away. Maybe not a full fic but my god I’m obsessed. (It’s a full fic, with a surprise pov!)
We’re going to mix up all the gens together (so if you only know some Pokémon, I’ll include pictures at the bottom of the ones I mentioned)
ALSO: if you have any ideas for anyone else’s Pokémon, let me knowwwww.
Onto my rambling fic under the cut 🥰
Here’s the thing, when Dustin decided to take on the gym challenge, he had no idea what he was going to expect.
He didn’t think picking a grass type to start could both hurt and help him between each gym. But Snivy was a little spitfire and like him; dramatic. She didn’t like any of the nicknames he threw out at her. She also didn’t like her pokeball, instead she preferred to sit on his head.
All of his friends were also doing the challenge but he was getting distracted by figuring out more information on each Pokémon instead of just battling. They’re all ahead of him, which, is okay it’s annoying but’s fine.
Especially when he ran into Steve.
Dustin was supposed to take on the fairy gym next but he heard the leader was ruthless. So, he decided to train up a bit. Maybe even evolve Natu and Trapinch. But instead of that, he was grumbling as he carried his very much knocked out, Trapinch to the Pokémon center instead of battling more.
Servine was walking next to him now, too big for staying on top of him when walking. She was also grumbling in her own way, crossed arms and nose in the air.
“We’re trying to get them to evolve, Servine, not knock them out!” He threw out at her getting closer to the center, “can’t believe I let you get your way all the time”
She apparently didn’t like that information and huffed before walking away, which would normally be fine if they weren’t in a new town. So, instead of reaching the Center like he wanted, he turns around to follow her. Returning Trapinch to his ball for now.
“Come ON, Servine I didn’t mean it like that! You’re so good at everything but-” he immediately knocked into somebody and knocked to the floor, “fuck, ow. Dude!”
Looking up he finds a guy, probably in his early twenties with a Mimikyu sitting on his shoulder while a tiny Pumpkaboo floats next to him. Which is a weird combo with the dude’s outfit choice of a soft looking yellow sweater and light wash jeans. “Not my fault you weren’t looking, dude”
Dustin glares up at him before getting up and dusting his legs off, “hey! I’m only looking for my Pokémon, she ran off from me!” Looking around he can’t tell which direction she actually went in, “by any chance you from around here?”
The guy makes a funny assumed face, both ghost pokémon snicker as well- which is so confusing. But he’s not too concerned for that, more so about the fact that his goddamn starter ran off.
“Yeah, you could say I’m from around here. What’s the Pokémon? A tiny Bidoof? Oh or is it a little Oddish?” He laughs and makes a weird hand movement that clearly both ghosts know and move away, “they got a name? That’d be way easier”
Crossing his arms he looks away, “Servine, and no. She didn’t like anything I came up with, so”
The guy’s laugh dies down and he frowns, “what, were the names lame or-” he shakes his head, “you’re upset, sorry, I’m Steve. Let’s find your Pokémon instead of bickering”
“I’m Dustin, and- SERVINE!” His eyes widen as the tiny Pumpkaboo (seriously how is that Pumpkaboo that small?) leads his Servine towards them, “I’m sorry, seriously, you’re the best and that was uncalled for. Are you okay?”
Servine nods and curls into his arms. He doesn’t bother saying anything else to her, cuddles her close and turns to find Steve picking up Mimikyu and whispering to Pumpkaboo, “Thanks. Seriously”
Steve smiles, “no problem, Oz here is pretty good at finding things.” He looks at his watch before wincing, “I gotta run, we’re gonna be late. You at the fairy gym?”
What the- “how do you know?”
Steve gives another funny look before shrugging, “Got an eye for these things, anyway, next gym is ghost. Be wary of him, he’s a little, hm, much. Yeah?”
All he can do is nod and watch as Steve just walks away.
Fairy gyms are brutal, even with Trapinch evolving into Vibrava. His saving grace was Slugma and that was it still rough since it’s fire isn’t that effective against fairy.
Maybe he should’ve gone with more poison types.
But that was two days ago, and now he’s making his way towards the next town and their gym. He is wary. Not only because of what Steve told him but because of running into Lucas.
(Lucas had decided on a water type, Totodile. Which was a little surprising for Lucas but Dustin didn’t question it, the little Totodile was energetic and lovable.)
He was minding his own business trying to figure out whether or not he could, technically, learn how to speak in the Pokémon’s language. When a blue bundle ran towards him, looking around he spots Lucas trying to catch his breath. “Hey! I thought you would’ve been passed this one”
They play catch up and once it’s all been said and done, Lucas shows him where the gym is. It looks fairly normal on the outside but Lucas swears it’s a whole other world inside.
“It’s like a concert, and there’s an actual audience too! Which was overwhelming at first, but once I got my footing it was like they weren’t there” Lucas explains, stopping only once their in front of a normal looking gym, Lucas laughs and shakes his head, “yeah that was my first expression too. I think you’ll enjoy it. Might have a hard time”
He looks away from the building to raise an eyebrow at him, “what does that mean?”
“Dude you picked a grass type as your starter! And you have no dark types!”
Rolling his eyes, “thanks for the encouragement, I’m sure I could handle it. Even with the disadvantages.”
Lucas looked like he didn’t believe him, but it didn’t bother him. Their whole party looked at him funny when he went with a grass type. Hell, Max made fun of him for it.
It didn’t matter, the gym challenge is turning out to be nothing he wanted to do once he’s able. He wanted to be a professor anyway. This was just temporary, even if he gets beat a bunch of times.
Walking inside the gym, he bypasses the annoying tips guy at right next to the door and makes his way to find the actual battle area. Lucas gave him the directions, it was confusing he said.
Sure enough, there’s a goddamn maze and cords everywhere.
After what feels like hours, he makes it to the end and is faced with a stage. Cords and what looks like vines everywhere, sure enough a small audience is there too. It looks all badass and a mix between rock and metal.
As he opens his mouth the lights go away and he has to immediately cover his ears as a loud beat starts. There’s a guitar being played even louder, clearer too. A spot light hits the stage and now he knows who’s playing.
Standing in the middle of the stage is a man. Long frizzy hair, leather jacket over a t-shirt with a band on it, ripped black jeans and black shoes. His guitar really completes the look, red with black lines all over.
The guy plays for a few minutes before stopping and walking closer, “Welcome to my metal concert, you ready for your ass to be handed to you?”
Right as he’s about to open his mouth a little orange and brown blur pops up behind the gym leader, it looks oddly familiar.
The man follows his gaze and groans, shifting his guitar to his back and focusing on the tiny Pokémon next to him, “Ozzy, we talked about this! Either stay in your ball, off the battle field or at home.”
Dustin blinks, moving closer he finds that the tiny Pokémon is a Pumpkaboo. That’s definitely moving and saying something back, which makes the guy shake his head before glancing around.
“Uh-“
“Hold on, I’m trying to find- HONEY LOVE! Come get your child!”
There’s no movement but he hears a snort, then the tiny Pokémon moves away and he sees the gym leader shake his head again, “sorry, that little guy is only a baby. Let’s get this show on the road, shall we?”
The guy’s smile is wild and maybe Lucas was right.
An hour later and Dustin is sitting on the edge of the stage freshly beat and definitely ready to call it quits for the day.
“Did Eds give you a rough time?”
His head snaps up, there’s Steve with Mimikyu on his head and a Vaporeon sitting next to him.
“I just need to do some more training.” He doesn’t want to admit that yes, the gym leader, Eddie, definitely gave him a rough time. It was fun, but Eddie was even more brutal than the fairy gym.
Maybe he just needs to catch a dark type.
Steve nods slightly, making Mimikyu squeak. “Doesn’t hurt to train more, V here” he pats the Vaporeon’s head, causing a pur to happen, “wasn’t the greatest battler, we had to do lots of training. Before you do any of that, want to come have dinner with us? You and your Pokémon can all rest for the night”
Dustin can’t figure out how he didn’t put two and two together. He feels like an idiot right now.
“What do you mean you’re also a gym leader? The final one at that?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”
Steve snorts, putting his hands in his pockets as he leads them to a house, “not my fault you didn’t pay attention when the professor talked about the gym challenge to you.”
Crossing his arms he glares at the ground, “yeah well, Professor Owens forgets shit. How is it you’re the water gym leader yet have a ghost type with you?”
There’s an amused smirk on Steve’s face and what sounds like a giggle come from Mimikyu, “I might specialize with water types, I do have a fond experience with ghost types. And dude, it’s okay to try catching other types. I just so happen to work better with water types. Queen here was a gift, basically, my partner found an egg and gave it to me.”
He nods because Steve’s right, it is nice to use all different types. Though if he did only pick one, grass or bug type is where he’d stick with.
“Alright” Steve smiles and comes to a stop, “we’re here, once we get inside you can let your Pokémon out.” He leads them up to a door and Dustin takes in the mixture of aesthetics.
There’s clearly two different personalities living in this house, whoever Steve’s partner is, definitely enjoys the darker aesthetic compared to Steve. Who gives off a more pastel aesthetic. Not that he fully knows, he’s still going off or how Steve is dressed.
“Hey baby, I brought a guest!”
They both hear a crash and then a curse. A Gengar floats out of the kitchen and snickers as it stops in front of Steve, “What did you do?”
“He’s over the moon for beating up a Nin- woah! Honey love, you brought the kid I just beat?”
Blinking hard because there’s no way, Dustin also rubs his eyes before looking over at the kitchen doorway. His vision clears and yep, there’s the gym leader, Eddie, standing there in a pastel purple sweater and black sweats with his Decidueye leaning behind him.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, seriously?”
Steve outright laughs and pats his shoulder, “dude, you’re face. Oh man, should’ve taken a picture.” He moves closer to Eddie and presses a kiss to his cheek, “He looked so sad after the defeat, I had to.”
Eddie shakes his head, amusement clear on his face, “Honey, you gotta warn people when you bring them over. Even if they look like a kicked Eevee”
He scruffs and looks away from the couple to find the Pumpkaboo, Ozzy apparently, next to him. It makes him groan, “I’m an idiot, you’re the one who found Servine!”
Ozzy nods excitedly before floating down and nudges his bag, confused he opens it and Ozzy dances around him. He’s curious and looks over at the couple, “uh, what?”
“He’s asking you to let your Pokémon out, they’ll enjoy some play time and food.” Eddie answers and looks at the time, “which is done by the way. Come on, let them out and we’ll give you some tips”
Shrugging, he does just that, all his Pokémon looking around curiously before spotting the backdoor where Ozzy and Steve are now in front of. All of them rush over and Steve laughs before opening the door, letting all of his Pokémon outside.
“Don’t worry, we got a fence and there’s food already out there.”
He can only nod and watch as his Pokémon all play together with Steve’s and Eddie’s Pokémon.
Dustin doesn’t know how he ended up here, honestly, he’s sitting inside a home that belongs to two gym leaders. Who are not only two of the strongest ones but also married to each other. Of all the things he was learning, this might’ve been the most surprising.
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I’m gonna end it there because if I keep going this post will be stupid long (it already is 😅) BUT!! I decided to make this into a series!! It’ll be a fun one that I could write and post whenever I want. Can switch up povs and everything this way. Please don’t ask me why I went with Dustin’s pov this time around, I don’t even know. I just..kept going.
Anyway! If you enjoyed this let me know what you think and if you have any ideas/suggestions you can totally leave me some!!
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Here’s the graphs of the Pokémon I have mentioned and also the full teams of the main three (Dustin, Steve & Eddie) and also Lucas’ totodile (didn’t come up with his full team)
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"I am everything you want, I am everything you need, I am everything inside of you that you wish you could be..." (x)
New Fairly OddParents 'fic update today!
Frayed Knots - Chapter 40
"The Other Side of Me"
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I looked at him, then. And I thought about Fairy World before the fighting split our skies apart. Before Anti-Fairies were chased across the border. Before our fathers bid farewell to one another. Before everything began to change. Few families still followed the traditional lifestyle by the time the war broke out, but such arrangements occurred often enough that most Anti-Fairies still called their host’s family cousin, aunt, or uncle today. Yes, once upon a time, there had been a belief that one’s counterparts would always be their truest partners. Once upon a time, they’d slept in each other’s beds.
In which Anti-Cosmo and Fairy-Cosmo go to dinner in the Autumn of the Flaming Clouds, and Cosmo runs into Wanda Fairywinkle.
(First 1,000 words under the cut)
The Other Side of Me
“I met you once,” Fairy-Cosmo said, shrugging his wings in a way that made them buzz. We sat together on the couch, mostly because my legs still wobbled too much to dare try the portal and search for Wanda. I had a duty to my godchild, I suppose, but if Mandelro had Wanda, he would be all right. And besides… I did deserve this, didn’t I? To stray this close to my very own counterpart? To gaze upon his hand resting on the sofa cushion… To feel his skin touch my knee when he asked if I needed a minute more.
In all my years, I’d never had a burglar break in before. I’d never found myself chained up like that. My hands shook when I gripped my legs. I drew slow and careful flickers of energy through our shared magic pool. Could Fairy-Cosmo sense that? Surely he must. We sat so close. When I inhaled too deeply, it made his crown bob.
I could feel his breathing too. Our emotions overlapped: Sympathy. Concern. If I’d been a mite less shaken, I may have scoffed or gagged. I could not look at him. Cosmo leaned forward, bringing our eyes in brushing contact. His brows scrunched up in a carat on his head. And I did look at him, even though I thought I didn’t want to.
“I met you too,” I said. My voice quailed when it left my tongue. “They arrested me for that kerfuffle with your dragon.”
Cosmo hummed in light response. His eyes flicked across me, peeling back the layers like he saw me to the core. “So, you’re the Anti-Cosmo…”
“And you’re the Fairy one. Your nose is rather different.” It lacked the signs of brownie blood. Small and stubby- Not like mine at all.
“Yeah. I disguise it.”
“Is that legal?” Fairy World had rules that drew lines in the cloud-dust, grouping the highest-ranked subspecies here, the lower ones there. Brownie bites could poison you. The inrita in their spit disabled magic like a plague. Soft hats were not inherently reliable; they liked to see the noses before they came too close. I don't think, looking at him head-on, I would have seen the brownie in him. Perhaps a faint tint to his wings… No, I suppose not.
“No one’s stopped me.”
“Did you ever get my letter?”
“Your letter?”
So he hadn’t, then. Or he played the lie of actor well. His mum might’ve snatched it from the mail. In our brief conversation, he told me he went home to see her every weekend and craved the peace that came with sleeping in the dorms. Smothering, he called her, though he said that in a tactful way I couldn’t quite pierce.
Ah, so she puts the 'mother' in that word, I replied, and he laughed. I shared a few words on mine. Tough love. She pushed me hard. I ran her obstacle course now and then and she whipped me into shape.
“Do you read a lot?” he asked me.
“Oh, not as often as I did. I’m quite busy now with school. I do paint. I studied art history for years.”
“I write.”
“Smashing, that! Are you in godparenting?”
“Ha! Mama would never allow that.” He pressed the badge on his shirt higher with his thumb, showing me the name printed black on white. “I’m a magic key.”
“That must be very interesting.” In a fated way, it made a good deal of sense. Did he and I not exist in parallel? How often had I fallen prey to little traps like this one? Well, perhaps not in this way, but I certainly had a knack for getting into them, whether that trap be a snake’s jaw, a genie's lamp, or the Eros Nest itself. Trouble tailed my shadow like it had debt to pay.
Cosmo did fit the bill of rescuer. Ever since we’d synced our minds properly with adult wings beating bright, he’d kept an eye on me. Much like an elder brother, filtering his magic between Dame Cosmo and myself. Why, even today he’d lurched to my rescue, sealing the portal that Wanda and I had brought to life. He always knew, somehow, when I fell into utmost distress. He’d never left me hanging before; he’d never left me afraid to call out for him, though I very rarely did. And yet, he listens for me. That must be a lot of work.
Cosmo shrugged. I stood then, rubbing my hands in brisk dismissal. “Ta, forgive my gabbing tongue. I won’t keep you any longer. I’ll see you for dinner, then.”
“Yeah, I’ll sure be seeing you.”
We hovered at the apartment door. How exactly did you dismiss your counterpart from conversation? Would a handshake be enough? Fairies shook when they closed a business deal. Pixies too. I didn’t want a hug. After a few wingbeats of pause, I tipped my crown. Cosmo smiled with his lips pressed tight, then tipped his too. I felt the way it tugged the lines that ran through it… for his connection with the energy field would always be my own. Then he drew his wand and poofed away. I closed our apartment door before magic dust could clog my lungs.
Well… Back to business, then. I drank a glass of water, then swept through our Boudacia portal in search of Mandelro. I wouldn’t stay long; I could do very little as a godparent without my wand in hand. Thank the stars the portal had its own transformation spell. I poked my head from the plastic rat dome, whiskers flicking at the air. Once again, a wave of humidity greeted me in Mandelro’s bedroom, but the boy himself wasn’t here. At least, not on his sleeping rock, at his desk, or combing through his closet. Perhaps beyond the divider wall? When I strained my ears, I could hear voices from the hall, but couldn’t make out the words. Hmph.
Well… He was my godchild, and I had a duty, wand or not. I unlatched the cage door, then caught it with my paw before it could slam against the table. Phew. With a few clever leaps, I made my way from cage to desk to bin to floor. Faint dust sparkles signalled Wanda’s presence in the room. The energy field breathed with quiet ticks like the hands of a clock. She must not be around, even invisibly. Still, as I scurried through the substrate on the floor, I kept my eyes open for any signs of pink objects resting on the shelves. No… She must be out in the hall.
Can I fit beneath here? Boudacia’s doorways offered more space between structure and floor than the doors I’d grown up with in the Castle. We kept our doors tight to limit drafts and magic flow from room to room. Perhaps these wider gaps filtered the humidity. I flattened to my stomach. The voices were louder now, and this time, I picked up my godchild’s words.
“… growing up here. Can I go?”
A gruffer voice came back in reply. Critical, I thought, creeping along the crack in the door base. “There are nice girls here, too. If you gave them a chance, you might change your mind. Go get your backpack. The shuttle’s on its way.”
“Yes, Uncle.”
Footsteps scuffled up the hall towards me. Quick, small steps like those of a Boudacian child. I scrambled from the door and leapt to Mandelro’s sleeping rock. I may not be able to poof into anti-fairy form, but at least we could converse without cage bars between us. The door swung open. Mandelro held a pink drinking bottle, which he set on the table by our cage. Wanda. I checked with her, searching for any signal that I should speak up or remain quiet. She poofed back into a rat and very faintly shook her head.
Tell you later, said her eyes. Oh, dear.
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Bitten by a Spider
Pairing: Chanyeol/Reader
Genre: fluff, smut, Halloween!au, comicbookfan!Chanyeol
Rating: 18+
Warnings: smut, dry humping, oral (female receiving), handjob (kinda), sex, hot Chanyeol.
Author’s note: This is the first smut I’ve ever written, so please forgive me if it’s not so good!
Word count: 11,670
A lot of jokes starts as “A man walked into a bar”. Well, this is not a joke, but a story which easily could start with “Deadpool and Black Widow walked into a bowling alley”. And I bet you can’t guess the punchline – if there’s even any.
Going bowling was common within your group of friends. You usually went at least two times a month, and to be honest you were a pretty average player (that’s what you told yourself), only striking once in a while (mostly if some miracle happened), but the most important thing was that you would have fun together.
That was the plan for tonight too. Going bowling and having fun. The only difference was that all of you were wearing a costume for the sake of Halloween, and your friends have signed all of you up for a competition in your local bowling alley.
Your palms were sweaty as you made your way down the streets. Although Seohee, your best friend, complimented your choice of costume, you felt very conscious of your body in the tight, black suit. You dressed up as Black Widow. No, not as Natasha Romanoff, more like Yelena Belova. Actually you loved her character, you even bought a blonde wig and an almost perfect copy of her costume from one of the comics. Luckily for you a big, glasses-like equipment was part of the outfit, so the upper half of your face was covered and no one could see how big your eyes grew from being so nervous.
Your friends joked around about winning the Halloween competition, and despite the tempting promise of free food, none of you really expected yourselves to win. You really weren’t that good. But maybe Lady Fortune will side with you just this one time.
Walking down the usual way to the alley, people looked at your group curiously. There wasn’t that many people dressed up, so you stood out from the crowd.
Men tended to check out your and Seohee’s body. You were stuffed in a tight costume, which hid every part of your skin, but exposed your lines and curves just as much. Not like you had anything to hide. But once again, you felt thankful for the costume for hiding your eyes too.
Seohee was the opposite of you. She was a fairy, her dress tiny, showing a lot of skin, which she covered in glitter. Fake wings bounced on her back with every step she took. She looked gorgeous, and on top of that she was an amazing bowling player.
“Ah, Y/N, I can’t believe you! You said you will dress up as a comic book character, and here you are, making men turn their heads after you!” Seohee pouted at you, acting as if you just killed her cat right in front of her. “At least leave some for me too, I might need someone to walk me home and comfort me tonight if we lose.”
“Then you should start looking now!” Songwoo chimed in your conversation, cheekily looking at the girl and you. “Y/N can barely score on her good days.”
“Hey! I beat you last time.”
“Yeah, because I was playing with my weaker hand.”
“And who asked you to do that?” You tried to defend yourself, but everything was a vain attempt. You were the worst player among your friends, and they loved to tease you about it. Well, this is what friends are for, aren’t they?
“You.”
Before you could say anything, Seohee grabbed your wrist and made you stop in your track. Songwoo stayed behind with you too, curious about the girl’s sudden exclamation.
“I understand everything now!”
“That’s a pretty big statement for you, Seohee.” You hid your smile in your hands as you heard the boy’s words.
“No, I mean, Y/N’s costume,” she held a big pause before continuing, making herself sound more dramatic. “It’s supposed to distract us from the fact that she sucks at bowling.”
“Hey, not you too!”
You shooed her away from you, but she just grabbed you by the shoulders and hugged you close to herself. Defeated, you shot dirty looks to Songwoo instead. He was eyeing you up and down; you could almost see the wheels turning in his head. You already felt tired from his idea, and you haven’t even heard it yet.
“Maybe… maybe you could walk up to the other teams when they try to bowl and distract them. You can’t score many points, but they wouldn’t either. It’s a win for everyone.”
“Except for me, of course.”
“Collateral damage.” He waved at you hastily, as you finally started to catch up with the others again. “Happens in every war.”
You really wanted to say something nasty and not so lady like to him (in all honesty, you wanted to swear at him like a sailor), but were stopped by someone shouting loudly close to you.
At the edge of the pavement someone wearing a Deadpool-costume was sitting peacefully and leaning their back against the wall behind them. You couldn’t see their face because of the famous mask, but it seemed as if they were looking at you. Then the words coming from them confirmed that too:
“Hello, Widow! Long time no see!” It was definitely a man. His words sounded lazy, you sensed that he was smiling behind the mask.
Your ears heated up, but they were hidden under the blonde wig. Seohee nudged your side with her elbow and whispered:
“Do you know him?”
“Doesn’t sound like anyone I know,” you shrugged, then replied to the man, giving into his game: “Wade Wilson! Not expected to see you around here.”
“What can I say? Heard you would be here, and I couldn’t refuse to come. I still remember the time when you sewed my head back on my neck, or was it just a special fantasy of mine?”
Suddenly Songwoo stepped between you two, holding his hands out in the direction of both of you as if he was trying to stop a fight from breaking out. His head snapped from you to the mysterious guy, then back to you, and again, back to him.
“Hold up! Do you know each other?”
“No,” you said at the same time he said ‘yes��. Turning to him bewildered, you doubted yourself for a second. “Wait, do I know you?”
“Of course, you’re my sweet Black Widow! Do you not remember me, Yelena? God, you’re hurting my feelings.”
You smiled and laughed at him. He was really good at playing Deadpool’s reckless character. You felt a little happier about dressing up as Black Widow. This man saw you as your costume, not for the body-line it gave you. It felt much better than receiving all those looks every other man gave you on your way here.
“We should go.” Seohee’s face scrunched up in a frown, her hands constantly motioning toward the bowling alley. “I have a feeling the others will make us pay for the food if we’ll be late. And I’m not gonna pay for everything because of the Deadguy.”
“Deadpool,” and once again, you spoke at the same time as the man sitting on the pavement.
“Okay, that’s just keeps getting weirder. Especially if you don’t know each other in real life.”
You sighed, slightly waving at the stranger, who saluted at you and even had the audacity of blowing you a kiss through his mask. Only the smooching sounds and his hand gesture gave away what he was trying to do. You caught it with your hands, thinking how you will probably never see him ever again in life after tonigh. So why not have some fun, and play into his acts?
A hearty laugh came from him as you waved goodbye.
The bowling alley looked nothing like it used to on a normal Friday night. Lights were low, neon figures and signs hang from everywhere just like various zombie, bats, spiders and ghosts. There was real-looking cobwebs on the scoreboards, the workers dressed in orange uniform, which made them very similar to a pumpkin. Cute pumpkins actually. One of them smiled at your group, Seohee more than happily returning the gesture. You couldn’t remember the worker’s name, and you were too far to read his name tag, but from his face you knew that usually he was helping your group out with the food and shoes if one of you left them at home.
Sometimes even you couldn’t believe why on the earth did you invest in bowling shoes, when your skills weren’t so great, but you did anyway, and today you thanked your past-self for it, because they seemed to be out of shoes. There was a lot of people tonight, despite it being Halloween. All of the groups dressed up as various characters and figures, you even saw a big someone wearing a ridiculously big SpongeBob costume (from their height he seemed to be a man, but you weren’t so sure). It didn’t look like cardboard, it seemed realistic from what you could tell. You also saw some other Black Widows, but they all wore the read-haired wig from the movies. You being the only Yelena so far.
“Thank God, they made everyone sign up beforehand for the contest, I don’t think we could even come in if it weren’t for it.” Songwoo dropped down on the seat next to you, starting to change his shoes too.
“Do you think we have a chance?” you asked absentmindedly. Scanning the area, your eyes seemed to be looking for something or someone, but didn’t know what exactly. You sighed, when failed to find it.
“With your skills? No. But even if you were the best player on our team, we still wouldn’t. I’d say we can maybe win one or two games, but from what I know about the other groups, they are way better than us.”
You nodded, tying a double knot on your shoelaces.
Low music hummed in the background, but the chatting of the people were too loud for you to realize what kind of song was playing. You only heard the low bass running through your veins, the drum’s vibration seeping in your legs from the ground.
You looked around once again, and a red and black suit caught your eyes, but then quickly disappeared in the crowd. Then Seohee came back with Minji, the mom of your group, both of them holding drink in their hands. Actually, Minji was holding two in her left.
A group had to consist five players – no more, no less –, which was lucky for your five-membered group. No one has to be left out, and you didn’t have to find one more person to play with for the promise of free food.
The fifth member was Yeonjun. The maknae in your group of friends, and your secret wild-card. He was short and skinny, the only one still going to college, and at first glance one would believe he can’t even lift a ball, but this couldn’t be further from the truth. Songwoo might disagree, but the youngest was definitely the best player among you. And his favorite thing to do was teasing you for sucking at bowling, which you let him do, because somehow he always made you forgive him right before you would really scold him. Maybe it was because he was too cute for his own good.
“Ah, noona, can you not play so bad this one time? Pretty please?” Think about the devil and he shall appear. Without real force you kicked your leg in the direction of Yeonjun, but he jumped away fast. “Is that a no?”
“That’s an ‘I’ll kick your ass if you don’t shut up’.”
“But, noona, you would never hurt me.” He sat down on your other side, and looked at you with big puppy eyes. When you said nothing he grabbed your hands, giving a light squeeze to your fingers. “Right?”
“Stop bothering Y/N, Junnie. There will be a point where even you can’t act cute enough for her not to kick your ass. And I might just help her by holding you down while she does it.”
You snickered at Songwoo’s words, who didn’t seem to care much about your bickering, his mind already focusing on the upcoming game. He stood up and started stretching a few steps from you. The maknae let go of your hand, but immediately hugged you tight, whining too close to your ears for your liking:
“That’s not true! Tell him, Y/N, that it is not true!” When you said nothing, he let go of you, disbelief making his eyes look rounder. “Are you siding with him now? Would you really kick my bottom?”
“When you are annoying me? Like right now? Without further questions.”
The place was hot from all those people being stuffed inside, so you took the half-mask off and put it away in you purse. Yeonjun scooted closer to you on the seats. This time you put a hand on his shoulders, mostly to held him back from hugging you again. Yes, he was a cutie pie friend, who usually used his cuteness to his advantage, but you really preferred your personal space to be kept to yourself. At least that’s what you told him all the time, but he just never seemed to listen, and was always hugging you.
Although, Yeonjun was like this with all of your friends. Hugging, holding hands, clinging to someone was the way he showed his love and appreciation, so you let him. In secret, you even enjoyed it, but never in seven hells would you admit that. You just bickered with him, made disgusted faces and grumbled when he hugged you, but nevertheless, you let him.
“Ladies, gentlemen and other entities, thank you for coming! Our tournament for finding the best bowlers in Seoul is starting right now. So I’d like to ask the first two teams to quickly warm up, enter their playing names and let’s start the first round! Team Scavengers and Team Bloody Suckers, you’re the first ones!” A familiar voice came from everywhere, booming from the loudspeakers; the owner of the bowling alley doing his best to speak like a ringmaster. “Now, everyone, because of the high interest, we have a long night ahead of us, but keep in mind that the winner team’s members will be enjoying free food every time they come for half a year.”
The area around the two middle lanes cleared out, people and players giving place for the called teams. The music got even quieter, merely hearing any sound from it now, but the crowd cooled down too. Everyone focused on the two teams as they walked up the front. Then you saw the same red and black suit from earlier, and Seohee shouted behind you:
“It’s freakin’ Deadpool!”
Her voice was loud, and you were pretty sure people even on streets could hear it. If they not, ‘Deadpool’ definitely did, as he turned around to look for the source of screaming. A lot of people looked at her as well.
You felt your face became red as you stared at Deadpool. You regretted taking the half-mask off, when you caught the guy turning his head in your direction, but not moving for a few seconds. Then his body relaxed and waved at you. Or maybe not you, but you couldn’t be sure, since his face was still hidden behind his mask.
“Hi, Tinkerbell! Hi, Yelena!” He shouted back in a ridiculous, high-pitched voice. His friend hit his shoulder, bending in half from laughing. You smiled at him, carefully waving back, feeling a little more comfortable, but the blush didn’t leave your face.
“Do you know him, noona?” Yeonjun whispered in your ear. Your eyes were still locked on the strange guy as he turned away hurriedly. His teammates all dressed up as the Avengers. Their opponent were vampires, giving off Dracula vibes.
The maknae nudged your side, bugging you for attention.
“I don’t. We just had a brief and weird conversation outside.”
“About what?”
“The guy is a comic book nerd too,” Seohee chimed in. She shooed Yeonjun away a little and sat on your lap. “I couldn’t decide whether he was flirting with Y/N, or just showing off his nerdy knowledge.”
“Probably both.” Songwoo finished his warm up, and dropped back next to you, his hands sneaking on the back of your chair. That’s when you finally realized that they were teasing you again, and had enough.
“Oh, God, when did this become a ‘Let’s be affectionate with Y/N!’ competition?”
You tried to push Seohee off of your lap, but she just laughed and stiffened herself, making your task harder, almost impossible. The two guys on your sides snickered, not helping you a bit.
“That’s enough, guys! Let her be! And don’t be naive, Y/N, you know how they always tease you after you let Yeonjun hug you for once.” At Minji’s words the two boys put on a serious expression, but their eyes still shined mischievously. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to the older girl, and she raised her glass, nodding along with it. You snorted when she winked at you with a smug look on her face; with her crossed legs and pose she almost looked like the Godfater’s reincarnation. It didn’t help that she dressed as a Men in Black agent. Probably she could lead the mafia smoothly, but would always complain about being afraid her people getting hurt. A fascinating scenario it would be.
“You are really shameless, noona! Winking at Y/N after telling us not to tease her,” Yeonjun muttered under his breath. The older girl either not heard it or decided not to hear it as she turned to the starting match. You also focused your attention on the two lanes, where the game went on.
You looked at the screen that showed the names of the players (or rather the names they chose to go by), and scrunched your nose. There was Thorroro, Golden Man, Hulkanator, Hawknose and Loey Wilson on the Scavengers team. They were all creative except maybe for the last one. You scanned over them, connecting the faces to the names. When you got to Deadpool, you groaned loudly. How can a guy with that witty talk, he showed you earlier, chose such name? What the hell is a Loey anyway?
But you had to give to him, he looked nice in that Deadpool suit. He looked tall with broad shoulders, cute butt, and long legs. You often forgot your eyes on him, gaze wandering up and down his body. He caught you watching a few times, head turning to your direction from time to time, waving to you when you didn’t look away fast enough.
As the game went on, you had to admit to yourself, that he was a great player. He bowled a strike twice, and always collected his spares nicely. You were nowhere near his league, so you hoped that if in some miraculous way you’d win your first game, you won’t have to compete against them.
But Lady Fortune didn’t listen to you. The Scavengers won. Your team – the Sassy Weirdos – won too, not thanks to you, of course. You could barely score, and your ball for spares ended up in the gutter. But you still won, and had to compete against Scavengers. Just like in a cliché teen movie.
“We can say goodbye for free food now.”
“I’ll buy you whatever you want next time we come, okay?”
“Or you could just play better for the promise of free food.”
You smiled at Yeonjun’s pouty expression, and pinched his cheeks. He whined in pain, holding his face in his hands, and he sounded so fake.
“And you still wonder why are we treating you like a child.” Songwoo patted his shoulder with sympathy, but he was grinning widely at the maknae.
“No! You simply treat me wrong!”
“Hey! I bought you candy yesterday and always take you out to eat when you whine so much about school work!” Seohee joined to your conversation too.
“Then you should do it without me having to whine for it.”
“Come on, baby Junnie, don’t act like that in front of the grown-ups,” Songwoo teased him more.
“Noonaaa! They are hurting me!”
The maknae ran to your back, only the top of his head and an accusing finger sticking out behind your shoulders, which was pointed at your friends. At this point even the other team was laughing at his antics. Your eyes went to the mysterious Loey-guy, who still didn’t take off his Deadpool mask, but you definitely could hear his laugh. The sound warmed up your insides, made your head dizzy.
“Noona, you should protect me,” Yeonjun poked your side with his other hand, his voice more sulky than ever.
“Am I really the right person for that?” You fired back at him. “Hm, baby Junnie?”
“Oh my God!” He finally said in his real voice. His forehead met with your shoulder as he gave up on winning any of you to his side. “I hate you all right now.”
“No, you don’t. You are just sour, ‘cause you didn’t get what you wanted.”
“See? I told you he’s a child.”
This time the maknae didn’t rebel against Songwoo’s words, just muttered some profanities under his nose that only you could hear. You decided not to comment on them; it would risk another whiny tantrum from him.
“Seohee, you’re first up,” Minji said, as all of you settled in the seats designed to your lanes.
She picked a pink ball, and with a perfect posture she bowled a strike. Stunned silence filled the air, and you already knew what she was gonna do. Turning around, she walked back to your seats with dangerously swaying hips. Her last bullet was blowing a kiss to the opposing team’s next player, a man dressed as Thor.
Murmurs went around in the crowd, everyone wondering how could the Scavengers beat you, what their plan would be, but you knew that they didn’t need one. Obviously your team had you, the clumsy one, who lost the points the others just gained to your advance. Seohee’s perfect strike will mean nothing in a few minutes. You all knew that, and couldn’t understand how did the crowd forgot your bad performance from the previous game.
The other weakling on your team was Minji. She either bowled a strike with her ball or it ended up in the gutter, there was no in between. Unfortunately the gutter was the more frequent option. And even with her crazy luck or curse, the others barely ever teased her about it. Maybe because she would really kick their asses, if they did so.
In a haze, you watched your friends play, one after the other, until it was your turn. You relaxed your stiffened posture as you stood up, feeling a lot of gaze on your back as you walked up to choose a ball. Picking and holding up a bright orange one, you tried to look confident. That is, until a booming voice called out to you.
“Go, Yelena!” You turned around, but already knew who that voice belong to. Not much to your surprise, Deadpool was waving at you enthusiastically. He even bowled a strike when it was his turn, and now he is encouraging you!
“Shut up, dude! It’ not the good time the flirt with her!” Someone shouted back at him from the crowd, making you blush furiously.
You decided to concentrate on your task, but was stopped once again as Loey-guy talked again.
“But she’s in love with me! She even sewed back my head to its place. I tell you, it was love at first sight!”
“Maybe she did it backwards.”
“I’d like to ask other players and viewers not to disturb the player during their turn,” came the owner’s voice from everywhere, but it was too late for you: your face already beat a tomato with its redness.
Taking a deep breath, you finally felt peace washing over your body. Ears turning deaf to the sound from everyone else, you only focused on the ball and the pins far from you. You took one step, two steps, three steps, your body bending in the learned form, fingers firmly letting go of the ball. Then your body immediately shot up and bent to left, hoping it would make the ball go more to that side than the right. You knocked down three pins. No, four. Well, it wasn’t that bad, you just have to collect the spares.
You picked a black ball this time, doing everything again, but when you tried to make it go a little more to the left than the first side, it ended up in the gutter on the left. Taking a deep breath, your head hung low. You knew you weren’t good, but it was different from playing only with your friends. There was a ton of strangers watching how well you did, their gaze turning you into a sweaty ball of nerves. Inhaling another deep breath, you straightened your back; on the lane next to yours Iron Man was preparing for his turn.
Minji and Yeonjun sent you a smile as you walked back to the seats, which were already rearranged on both teams’ side. Your seat’s back was turned to the back of the one where Deadpool sat. Your sour mood increasing a little when you noticed that his stupid mask was still on his head. Why couldn’t he just show his face? Wasn’t it too hot in here to wear a mask and a suit for hours?
“Wasn’t that bad, noona. It could have gone to the gutter immediately. At least you scored us some points,” said the maknae. You gave him a short nod, eyes on him, but all the nerves in your body was focused on the man behind you. His presence was overwhelming. “And who cares about free food? You guys can buy me meals all the time anyway.”
“Shut up, baby Junnie,” you shot back at him, but there wasn’t any edge in your voice.
“He’s not wrong, though.” A deep voice came from behind you.
You turned around in sync with the maknae, your face mere inches away from the masked face of the Loey-guy. He smells nice, you noted to yourself.
“Who is he, noona?” He asked once again, as if he was expecting a different answer than last time.
Yeonjun’s whisper was useless when you were sitting so close to the person he was talking about. The masked face turned in his direction, and the younger boy immediately leaned back a little to gain some space between themselves.
“I have no idea,” you said in a normal volume.
“You can call me Yeol, but Handsome God would be much more preferred.”
So this is where the Loey came from, you thought, he just wrote it backwards. You wanted to make a witty response, but your brain left you with nonsense thoughts. Like how his arms looked strong under the suit. And the tone of his voice was really nice, he easily could be a narrator for any movie. You would listen to it all the time. But still, that stupid mask…
“Yeah, we can’t confirm that since all we see is a mask. You could be the ugliest hyung in this whole place, actually. I bet noona would be disappointed if you had the scarred face of Deadpool, and still try to flirt with her.”
Yeol didn’t correct the maknae when he referred to him as hyung, or the fact that he was trying to flirt with you.
“He’s not flirting with me,” you said after a long pause, gaining a disbelieving look from Yeonjun and Yeol’s attention. In reality, you thought too that he was flirting with you, or tried to, you just wanted confirmation of it. So you tried to use reverse psychology. “Right?”
“Yeah. I’m totally not flirting. It’s just that my friend thinks you are cute,” he shrugged, not turning his head away from you. For some reasons you felt disappointed. This was not how you thought it would go. Hoping that it wouldn’t show on your face, you turned your gaze to the current player. Songwoo just collected all his spares, but the gap was only growing bigger between your teams.
“God, if you say that you are the friend, I might hit someone.” Despite his words and disgusted expression, you knew that the maknae was enjoying himself.
“Well,” Yeol said slowly. “I definitely not gonna say that now. But you might be right.”
“So you really were flirting with me.”
You even surprised yourself with how calm you sounded. On the inside, you were freaking out. Your heartbeat fastened up, palms getting sweaty, but feeling a little sour about not seeing his face yet. Looks aren’t everything, yes, but they did matter somewhat. Also, he was witty.
Yeonjun stood up. It was his turn soon, and he always spent some extra time picking out his ball.
“What did you think I was doing?”
“Being loyal to Deadpool’s crazy character?”
“Oh, that too, but it was mostly flirting.” A long, sticky pause. You held your breath, not knowing what to say. “How about this: you forget my lame confession about flirting with you and I teach you how to bowl better.”
“It wasn’t lame. And I don’t think there is any hope for me. All of my friends tried their luck with me, and I still can be happy if my ball doesn’t end up in the gutter.”
“But I haven’t tried yet. I’m the best bowling player in Seoul.” He leaned a little closer, as if he knew that his presence would make you dizzy enough to say yes without thinking.
“Okay, but I want to see your face beforehand.”
“Aw, I can’t just take it off here.” His voice was whiny, maybe he was even pouting.
“Why not?”
He leaned closer. If that silly mask wasn’t on his face, you would feel his breath on your face. Now you could only see how his chest rose and fell. His scent got stronger, filling your senses. It was an earthy smell mixed with some cologne. You couldn’t take off your eyes of him.
“People would see, you know, and then the mystery goes away.”
“That’s plainly stupid. I bet it’s goddamn hot in that suit and mask. And the people here probably don’t even care about your face, they just want to see how you play and how many point you score to your team.”
“But you care.”
You didn’t have the chance to answer or react. One of his teammates called out to him, referring to him as hyung, and he stood up with the speed of lightning, leaving you wondering about his words.
He was right, You cared about what he looked like. There was a rough image of him in your mind, but your wanted, no, needed to see him. You didn’t want to go home tonight without getting a full glimpse of him. And apparently he knew that very well.
After bowling a strike once again, he came back, sitting down on his previous spot and turning to you with his upper body. Suddenly, you wished you left you own half-mask on, so he would be in the same position as you. Rolling a blonde lock of the wig, you looked at lanes where the game took place. He stayed silent, but still could feel his eyes on your skin, your face.
The scoring board said that you were more than forty points behind. Nothing that couldn’t be turned around in a normal game, but it was your turn. That gap will only decrease by a few points or stays the same.
“When you’re letting go of the ball, don’t stop your arm in front of your chest. It might look cool, but you’ll be more precise of you fully follow up the movement.”
He’s tone was serious for the first time tonight, and you nodded at him with a surprised look. Then relaxing, you smiled.
“Is the teaching starts now?”
“No. I need a good reason for meeting you again,” he said it so casually, as if it was as obvious as his flirting tactics.
Instead of saying anything, you walked to your lane after picking a ball. It was red, and felt a little heavier than the previous one. You thought about the usual movements of your body during bowling, then reminded yourself about Yeol’s advice. Fully following through the movement with your arm. Doesn’t sound too hard.
“You can do it, Y/N!” Minji shouted behind you, making you nearly drop the ball. A solid laugh came from here and there as you lifted the red thing to your chest again.
You did everything as you remembered, and when it came to letting go of the ball, you purposefully raised you arm over your chest this time, not stopping it in the middle, as Yeol said. The ball knocked down six pins. You picked an another ball, repeating the same routine as you did, combined with Yeol’s advice, and to your own surprise you knocked down the remaining pins too.
Staring down at your hands in horror, your teammates ran up to you, cheering and hugging you, Yeonjun even asked how in the hell did you do that. You shook your head, not knowing what to say, only grinning like a mad woman.
Sitting back down, Yeol held out his hand for a high-five, his head slightly tilted to one side. You grinned at him, hitting your palm to his. He quickly grabbed your fingers with his glove covered one and squeezed your hand, then just as fast as it happened, he let go. Your smile slowly disappeared, and you had to shake your again to not read too much into this.
“Not bad. Now you just have to fix your posture a little more and you’ll be fine.”
“And you want to help with that too?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Then take off the mask,” he chuckled at your sudden demand. This time he turned away his head to look somewhere else, contemplating your words. But he leaned closer, you noticed.
“So this is what it’s really about, huh?” he said, and your heart sink to your stomach for no reason, palms getting sweaty.
There was something in his voice – like he just solved the mystery of your existence, and finally found out everything about you. Or you just really started to read too much into things. Still, you felt nervous.
Then somewhat quieter, he continued: “You want to get into my pants.”
You snorted, and turned away from him, but leaned back on the chair anyway.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“I don’t hear you say no.”
You refused to answer or react, but felt him close to you. Probably leaned to your ear to tempt you more, and this way others won’t hear anything. Crossing your arms over your shoulder, you pouted, looking like a child who didn’t get what they wanted. At the same time you were conscious how the movement pushed you boobs higher up, making them look better. Did he notice?
“Is he bothering you?” Songwoo asked, his eyes going back and forth between you and Yeol.
“Tries,” you said.
“No,” he said.
“Okay,” Songwoo responded, then turned away, shrugging his shoulders.
Answering at the same time made you look at him, which was a big mistake. You immediately forgot about Songwoo, because Yeol’s face was indeed really close to yours. If it wasn’t for that stupid mask, you could have kissed him. Not like you were bold enough to kiss a stranger in public, who successfully swept you off of your feet, but he was… mesmerizing.
“I take off the mask, if you honestly admit it.” The raspy, low tone made you braver, feeling like an invincible woman. You looked down at the place on the mask where his mouth was supposed to be, hoping he would catch the sign. You heard him gulp.
“Admit what?”
“You want to get into my pants.”
“Isn’t the same goes for you?”
“True, I want to do the same. So?” You insides clenched at his confession. Pressing your thighs together, you straightened your back.
“Fine. I might want to get into your pants. There, so when can I take it off?” you whispered, eyes lingering between the mask and his suit-covered chest, not making it obvious which one you were talking about.
“Fuck,” he muttered with feelings, suddenly leaning away, leaving you breathless and confused.
The rest of the game went by in a blur. Yeol didn’t talk much to you afterwards, but always sit on the same chair, the closest one to yours. His head often turned to you. It felt like he was trying to say something, but didn’t how to put his thoughts into words properly. With each passing minute, a knot formed in your throat, not so sure about the whole thing anymore.
He seemed to be into the flirty back and forth between you two, but on the other hand he didn’t talk to you since you admitted that you were sexually interested in him. Was it even a good idea to hook up with a total stranger, whose face you haven’t even seen yet? He could be a murderer for all you knew. But what kind of murderer would sign up for a bowling competition with his friends on Halloween, dress up and act like Deadpool? It didn’t make any sense.
In the end, your team lost by a lot of points. You had to go back to a table in the back, so the next game could start on the two main lanes. You wondered if you should go up to Yeol and say something, or ask him what’s gonna happen next, or how this thing would go down.
Scavengers won, so he still had to play at least one more game, even more if they were really good.
“Do we stay and watch the other games?” Songwoo asked all of you as you gathered your drinks and bottles from the table to give place to the new players.
“I have more glitter on my body than a stripper. I didn’t do it for us to stay just an hour then go straight home,” Seohee frowned at the boy, who stuck his tongue out in response.
“I don’t think they hire fairies as strippers.” “Maybe they do in kinky clubs,” Yeonjun chimed in, then nearly poked a hole in your ribs with his elbow. His eyes grew wide as he looked behind you, pointing at a tall man in red and black suit. “I think your superhero, who flirts awfully, is looking for you. Do you want me to stay with you, in case he tries with something weird?”
“It’s okay. He won’t try anything I wouldn’t want anyway.”
The maknae opened his mouth to respond, but Yeol finally caught up with you. He looked at Yeonjun than at you, then back at the boy again.
“Oh, right, I still have to walk our stripper fairy back to her club, see you later, noona!” He spoke faster than you could comprehend his words. Taking your drink and purse away from you, he turned around, grabbed Seohee by her arm, who lingered behind with you, and dragged her to the table, where Songwoo and Minji already put their stuff down.
He cleared his throat, and for a few seconds none of you said anything. You could feel your friends staring daggers into your back, and when you looked at them to check if you were right, they quickly turned away, pretending they were doing something entirely else.
“So you wanted to see my face.”
With that, he got your full attention. Taking a deep breath, you nodded. He held out his hand, and you put yours into his, the gloves warm under your touch, his hold confident. You felt your body becoming lighter, like you were walking on clouds, as he led you away from the main area straight to the restrooms.
It felt just right holding his hand. Your head felt dizzy with excitement, as you followed him until he stopped in front of the men’s restroom, first shoving only his head inside, listening and checking if someone was in there. After deciding the coast was clear, you went in. Hearing the lock clicking behind you, you got got more nervous. Why does it felt a much bigger deal than just him taking off his mask?
“So what is Yeol short for? Is it a nickname?” you asked, when he didn’t say anything, only leaned his back onto the wall next to the hand dryer.
“It’s Chanyeol, actually.”
“Nice to meet you, Chanyeol. I’M Y/N.” Your voice sounded too formal to a situation where you basically were supposed to plan a hookup. He must have found it weird too, because he laughed; voice bubbling, the kind which made you smile. “Now that we are done with introductions, need help with that?”
Taking a few steps closer to Chanyeol, until you were standing in front of him, you pointed at his mask.
“Definitely,” voice raspy, deeper than you’ve ever heard, luring you even closer to him. “But I have to warn you: you might not get a chance to take a good look at me.”
Bold with your actions, you took the final step, closed the distance between the two of you, basically pressing yourself to him. You hummed at the sensation. His body felt warm and firm under the suit. You slowly lifted your hands, fingers quickly finding the edge of the mask. Voice coming out as a whisper, you asked:
“And why is that?”
“If you tease me like that,” his palm slipped to your hips, pulling you closer; his body not just firm anymore, his cock pressed hard against your stomach. “I won’t be able to hold back, and just kiss you right away.”
You smiled smugly, feeling confident and powerful, you pulled his mask upwards. Despite the circumstances, a chuckle slipped past your lips as you struggled with the fabric. It was like taking off plastic gloves of your hands: difficult and time consuming. A whiny ‘ouch’ left his lips a few times, but after his ears got out of the way, it was easy.
With the mask in one hand, you leaned back a little to finally drink his features in, and save them in your memory. And you didn’t have to be disappointed.
He was nothing like you imagined. Plump lips slightly opened, a freckle on his nose, three other on the right side of his face and two more on his jaw, near his ear – his ears, which stood out a little, giving him a little childish look. Brown locks of hair, fluffy, although damp from being trapped under the mask. They were a little wavy too, the kind which makes you want run your fingers through it repeatedly. And his eyes… Fuck, his eyes were fixated on your lip, a hungry light flickering in them.
One of his hands left your hips, and snaked up on your back, making you lean close to him. Your noses nearly touched. His breath fanned over your face. You swallowed hard, your mind filled with thoughts about what those lips could do to you in bed.
“So? What do you think?” His voice came out low and thick with lust, making you shiver.
“Would it sound bad, if I said that I just want to get you out of that stupid suit more than before?” He looked stunned by your sudden confession, but then the next moment he collected himself and smiled at you warmly.
“You are reading my mind.” Licking you lower lip instinctively, you watched him follow the movement with his eyes, even heard him groan. “Can I kiss you a little? Just to get a taste before going back out there?”
Instead of answering him, you stood on your tiptoes and kissed him. The moment your lips touched, his arms tightened around you, as if he tried to melt you into himself. It made all your thoughts run far away from you, and you didn’t even want them to come back if it meant that you could kiss more.
Chanyeol kissed you carefully, not trying to cross any invisible lines, but his hands constantly roamed around your body, making your blood boil and making your skin tingle. It has been some time since you’ve been with a man, and his hardness pressed between your bodies made a knot form in your stomach. You were getting aroused just by thinking about what he could do to you if all these clothes wouldn’t separate you.
A moan slipped past your lips when he licked them, then dipped his tongue into your mouth, tasting you fully.
A loud knock on the door startled both of you, the kiss cut too short for you liking.
“Come on, man, I have to take a piss, just let me in already!”Someone said, rather upset being stuck outside.
You felt you face turning from embarrassment, and Chanyeol’s ears tinted with the same color, although his eyes were wide from want. You slowly wiped away a little saliva from his lower lip, not knowing what to say. You felt breathless, you body begging for more kisses, more touches.
When the knocking repeated, you left the trance-like state, shaking your head and stepping away to go out, and probably embarrass yourself. He didn’t let you too far though, One arm snaking around your lower back, the other unlocking and opening the door, but only after wiping your skin under your lips with his thumb.
“I messed up your lipstick,” he explained.
A man dressed as an alien blinked at you in surprise, then quickly overcame the fact that you probably made out in the men’s bathroom, and barged in, going straight into the closest stall.
You scanned the place, looking for your friends, feeling too nervous to talk to Chanyeol about what just happened, or what could happen later tonight. Your legs still wobbly, you sighed. Chanyeol cleared his throat next to you, and your friends seemed to be nowhere in sight.
“I meant it, you know.”
“Which part?” you asked absentmindedly, fearing to look him in the eyes now, that you finally got rid off the mask. You looked down at the material in your hand, considering whether to give it back to him, or to take it with you.
“Where I said that I want to teach you to play bowling properly later on. And the ‘getting into your pants’ part too.”
The more you stared at him, the more his ears stuck out, even his fluffy hair couldn’t hide them. His eyes looked pure and convincing, when you looked into them. You held out the mask to him.
“I’ll be with my friends, until you finish,” you said, and smiled when confusion washed over his face. “The only question is: are we gonna go to your place or mine?”
“Shit, shit, shit,” he whispered as he grabbed your hand with the mask and pulled you to his chest. It happened so fast, you could barely register that he kissed you again, he let you go before you had the chance to kiss him back. “Did you really just asked whose place we should go?”
“Yeah. I thought that was the whole point.”
“Well, yes, but I never really thought my flirting would actually work.”
“We just made out literally five minutes ago, basically felt up each other, and you still think that I don’t want to hook up?” You were genuinely stunned. Was he playing a game with you? But the look in his eyes was so innocent, it couldn’t be that he was only toying with you.
Fortunately, there wasn’t many people around you, most of them were watching the games, only a few wandered around to go to the restrooms. Looking around, you waited for his response.
“I never really did this before. I mean hooking up with someone I barely know.”
“Oh. Well, if it helps, I don’t do that often either.” Your gazes met once again, and you smiled at him encouragingly, a little cheekily. “Only when a handsome guy, who dresses up as Deadpool, flirts with me lamely on Halloween.”
His shoulders lowered a little. After exhaling loudly, he returned you smile.
“Does it happen often?”
“That’s my first time,” you shrugged. Stepping closer to press your body to his again, savoring the feeling. You placed a hand on his chest, the other was still held captive by his hand. His hot breath fanned over your face. The knot in your stomach tightened, you had to press your thighs together, when he licked his lips in anticipation. “So, whose place it’s gonna be?”
“Do you live close by?”
Scavengers lost in the next round. Not because Chanyeol played terribly on purpose to end it faster, but the other team was truly better than them. They almost made it look like a game between professional players, it was a sight to remember.
Chanyeol’s balls were fast and accurate, the only sign that he wanted to end it soon. He often stole glances in your direction, where you sat with your friends. His face was hidden by the mask again, but your heart still beat faster whenever he turned to you.
Of course, your friends, especially Seohee and Yeonjun, tried to get you spill the tea about what just happened with the ‘Deadpool-guy’, as they called him (you kept his name to yourself), but you refused to say anything. While changing your shoes back, you hinted that you wouldn’t be walking home with them tonight, and might leave a little early, which was just adding fuel to the fire. Questions thrown at you faster than bullets, only stopped for a few seconds to breathe. You looked at Songwoo and Minji, begging for help with your eyes, but the girl looked back at you with surprise in her eyes, and the boy… well, he smiled like he was having the time of his life.
“Oh, stop it already!” You shushed them, when you finally had enough. “He seems nice, not a creep, and he’s interested in me too. So what’s so bad about hooking up with him? Seohee, you tell me all the time that I should find someone too.”
“Well, yeah, but didn’t mean that you should take home a complete stranger.”
“You do the same from time to time.”
Seohee opened her mouth, but words didn’t come out so she just shut it. Her eyes scanned your face, looking for something, and when she found it, a smirk appeared on her lips. She nodded, mostly to herself, then proudly said:
“You already made out with him!” Instinctively lifted your hand to your lips, remembering Chanyeol mentioning the smudged lipstick, and that was enough for Seohee, she pointed an accusing finger at you. “I fuckin’ knew it!”
Yeonjun snickered next to the girl, then his gaze wandered somewhere behind you for the second time tonight. After poking Seohee, she looked there too.
“You know what? I would take him home too,” the girl whispered cheekily, and looked into your eyes. “But promise to call me if something goes weird. I’ll call you in the morning, and if you won’t answer, I’m gonna march in there and cut his dick off.”
“Or worse,” the maknae added.
“We’ll talk in the morning,” you agreed.
Rolling your eyes, you turned around to check if they were just teasing you or Chanyeol was really coming to your table.
Well, he was coming. Tall, broad shoulders highlighted by the suit, the mask openly mocking you with hiding his face again. You already got a taste of him, now you couldn’t wait for more.
Abruptly, you stood up, realizing that if Chanyeol reaches the table, he’s gonna meet your friends, and they would probably make some jokes about you. He shouldn’t hear those kind of jokes, he might change his mind about going home with you or teaching you to bowl better.
Quickly gathering your stuff, you threw some money on the table, asking your friends to pay for your drink from it and said goodbye to them, all that before Chanyeol could come near them. As you walked to him, someone wolf whistled behind you, and you refused to turn around and check who it was. It sounded like Seohee anyway.
Chanyeol tilted his head, when you met him halfway, neither of you knowing what to do. A smile appeared on your lips at your own shyness. It seemed to ease his mind, grabbing your hand, and walking in the direction of the entrance.
“I have to admit, you’re a really good player.”
He turned to you, his hold tightening around your fingers.
“You haven’t seen everything yet. I just wanted to get over it fast. It’s a pity that we lost, but…” He trailed off, wiggling his eyebrows at you suggestively.
You walked back on the same path you came to the bowling alley, except this time you weren’t accompanied by your friends, but a handsome man, who still hid his figures behind the mask. You put back the glasses, hiding the upper half of your face too. You wished he would pull up his mask a little and kiss you, but was thankful he didn’t, because when he did that back in the restroom you nearly lost your mind, getting wet and moaning into his mouth.
His hand held yours firmly, sometimes turning his face to you, but quickly turning back watching the street in front of you.
You smiled at his antics. It only made sense when you glanced down at his crotch. His erection was straining against his suit. The same need and want must have running through his veins too. Luckily to him, there wasn’t many people out on streets, who would have noticed it.
Hands trembling a little while looking for your keys in your purse, as your reached your apartment, you let yourselves in. Chanyeol followed you closely up on the stairs, his palm often reaching for your hips, stroking your ass while he was there. You chuckled, not saying anything, just stopping and feeling him press up against your back, then running away from him a little. His laugh echoed in the hallways.
“You have a nice place,” he said as you finally arrived to your apartment.
After taking off your shoes and putting your purse away, you didn’t know what to do or say. You felt awkward, just standing in the small hall area. You watched as Chanyeol sloppily put his shoes next to yours, then finally took his mask off. Hair fluffier than ever, eyes shining and dark. He licked his lips, ruffling his hair sheepishly.
Hesitantly, he reached his hand out for you, gaze literally devouring you, and you just had to give in to him. You wanted to.
One hand snaking around your lower back, the other taking off your half-mask, throwing it next to your purse. Then his hand came back to your face, fingers running along your hairline, or more like the wig’s hairline.
“It’s a wig, right?”
“Yes.” You helped him taking it off, then pulling off the thin fabric too that held your real hair in place. As it came off too, dyed red locks flowed down, laying on your shoulders.
“Who knew life would follow the comics?” he asked, distracted by your hair.
“What do you mean?”
“Deadpool fell in love with Yelena Belova as Black Widow, but later on they found out that it was Natasha Romanov in disguise all along.” He twirled a lock of hair between his fingers. The redness seemed to be flying around on his palm smoothly.
At the same time you couldn’t take your eyes off of his lips. Lust took over you, body moving on its own as you pushed him against the door and kissed him deeply. He was only surprised for a moment, then he kissed you back just as hard.
It was much more needy and lustful than the one back at the bowling alley; teeth clashing, tongue fighting for dominance, hands roaming wherever they could reach on each other’s body. He could freely grab your ass now, shoving your hips together, his length pressing to your crotch and stomach, buttons on your suit biting harsh into your skin.
Lips busy kissing, hands busy unbuttoning his damn suit, that he looked so good in, but wanted him to take off. A long exhale escaped you when finishing with the buttons your fingers didn’t reach bare skin but the cotton of a t-shirt. He chuckled, voice resonating through your body as he leaned away a little. With half-lidded eyes he looked down at you.
“Don’t be too surprised that I have a men’s stockings underneath too.”
“Are you serious?” you asked, hands already dipping deeper in the suit to confirm what he just said.
God, he really was wearing a thin stockings. Since you went that far, you reached one layer further and deeper, caressing and grabbing his cock. He inhaled sharply, eyes closing for a second, then moaning loudly and bringing your face up for another kiss.
Massaging his erection slowly, you got wet from the noises he made. He was vocal, humming and groaning in your mouth, even whining when you did something he especially enjoyed, like running your thumb over his tip, smudging some precum over it, or cupping his balls, squeezing them lightly.
“The suit was hurting my skin without it,” he whispered after a long time. “Shouldn’t we go inside?”
“Yeah, we should.” But none of you moved for a long time.
Leaving your lips, Chanyeol kissed down on your neck, unbuttoning your suit along the way, and leaving a burning trace of skin behind. You tried to continue undressing him with your free hand but it just didn’t work out. Not really wanting to separate from him, you were hesitant but took a small step back. He looked at you questioningly, body instinctively moving to close the gap fast. You held out a hand to hold him back, making him more confused. You smiled at him.
“I can’t take off your clothes if you keep kissing me like that.”
It turned his pout into a smile too. You pointed behind your back, then spoke up again:
“My bedroom is this way.”
Grabbing your shoulders he flipped you around.
“Lead the way, Y/N.” Your name sounded sinful coming from his lips. Tone low from want, you leaned into his touch as you marched into your room.
He wasn’t looking around, when you turned back to him; no, his eyes were fixated on you, your body, your face. Your stomach tightened in excitement.
No one ever looked at you like that. As if he was a thirty man stuck in a desert and you were a glass of water. His gaze made you just as intoxicated as his kisses.
Time and tension seemed to slow down, now it was more important to enjoy the moment than getting fast to the main part. You lead Chanyeol to your bed, making him sit on the edge, then finally peeled him out of his suit. A simply gray t-shirt hugged his upper body, a few tattoos littering around on his arms, veins popping out here and there. Fuck, he looked good. You stood between his legs. You noticed his stomach twitching, when you reached for the hem of the gray fabric, trying to pull it off in one swift movement. He held up his hands. With his ears sticking out, arms high up in the air, he looked like a child.
He had a really nice body. Toned arms, fine outline of abs, firm muscles hard as you caressed his skin. Nipples a shade darker than his lips, hard and pointy. You wanted to taste every inch of his body, knowing if he was as delicious as he looked.
He stopped you when you went for his pants, making you look him in the eyes.
“My turn,” he said.
He motioned for you to climb on his lap, caressing your thighs as you got on the bed and him, then firmly pressing you down on his lap. A soft moan escaped you as your core made contact with his length. It was hot and hard even through your clothes. His fingers, that were busy getting you out of the suit and revealing your bra-covered chest, halted in motion as you started grinding against his cock. You couldn’t hold back yourself anymore. You clenched around nothing, when he thrust his hips upwards, his hands working faster in getting you out of the black material.
Head buried in his neck, you suck bruises on the soft skin, and his shoulder and chest too, littering purplish spots on him.
“It’s okay, don’t stop,” he muttered when you stopped at a particularly loud whine from him, thinking it was because of pain. “I like it.”
You didn’t even notice when he unclasped your black bra, only feeling the cool air hitting your breasts.
“Fuck, you are beautiful,” he said, before his mouth closed around one nipple. Your breath hitched as he sucked, even bit down a little on it. Your hips moving in a slow rhythm, hoaxing soft sounds from him. “I won’t last long if we keep doing this.”
“Than better get naked fast,” you whimpered, not really trusting your voice anymore.
Clothes seemed to disappear afterwards, he undressed you with caring hands, but throwing the clothes without looking. His fingers dig into your skin when he pulled your panties off, a simple yellow cotton one, nothing special, maybe just the wet spot from your arousal on it. He looked up at you from between your legs, leaning on one hand, the other hiking higher and higher up on your thigh, until he reached your slit. Eyes dark with want, he asked:
“Do you want me to eat you out a little?” Then pressed his thumb down on your clit, drawing circles on it.
He took your whimper as a yes, because he didn’t wait. Only wetting his lips, and with that, his mouth was all over you. He kissed you down there like he did with the lips on your face: deeply, enthusiastically and with a lot of tongue. He had to put his arm on your stomach to hold you down, as you kept moving around. It was too much, the knot in your stomach growing bigger and bigger with every lick of his tongue.
Suddenly, he stopped, blowing air on your core, the coolness making you shiver.
Getting rid of his suit, pulling stockings and pants down in one go, your mouth watered from watching his cock spring free. It was long with a pink tip, a vein running along it, and hard. He smiled at your expression, hair messed up, sticking to his forehead. Chanyeol climbed above you. Resting one hand next to your head, he grabbed yours with the other and guided it to his length. It twitched when you wrapped your hand around him, the tip shiny with precum. Caressing his face with your free hand, and pulling him down for a kiss completely melting under his lips. Squeezing with your fingers, he rolled into your touch, his breath tickling your ear.
“Does it feel good?” you asked sheepishly, when he exhaled shakily.
“God, yes, fuck, I just…” he trailed off. “Do you have a condom? I want to be in you. Like right now.”
You squeezed his length again, his whimper echoing in your ears, then reached to your nightstand. You remembered putting some condoms away in there, thinking it might come handy in the future. You thanked your past-self for being mindful enough.
It wasn’t an easy task, though. Chanyeol kept kissing your body wherever he could reach, all while rutting himself against your mound, not missing grinding against your clit each again and again. Your hands trembled, accidentally pushing a book off the nightstand, but in the end you found what your were looking for.
After sitting up, he ripped the package and rolled the condom down on his cock. Your chest rose and fell quickly. Watching him, your hand slipped between your legs. After wetting your fingers with arousal, you drew eight-figures on your clit. You clenched hard again on nothing, waiting to feel him in you.
“Okay, okay,” he mumbled, shuffling around in between your legs. Digging his fingers into your thighs, he pulled your legs wider apart, fully exposing you.
Settling comfortable, he slid the tip on your slit up and down a few times. You were more than ready for him. Finally sinking into you, you moaned loudly. Both of your eyes were locked on where you connected, watching as he disappeared in you inch by inch. Your back arched up as he bottomed out. He stretched you out well, you needed a few moments to get used to it; he didn’t look that thick at first glance. He was long too, filling you up fully.
His groaning grew stronger as he pulled out, then buried in you again. Then repeated it a little faster, a little harder. You whimpered when he pulled out, tip almost coming out, but never actually leaving your pussy.
“Can I try something?” He panted, lying down on you and kissing you.
Grabbing the closest thing you could found, you wrapped your hands around his arms, muscles rock hard under your touch. You could only moan, forming words was a complicated task with him nonstop pounding into you. He put his free hand under your head, holding himself up on his lower arm. Fingers getting lost in your hair, massaging your scalp, he repeated his question.
“I need you to answer, baby.” The petname made you sink further into oblivion, but he brought you back by slowing down his movements. He pulled out infuriatingly carefully, and pushed back even slower, but harshly whipped himself into you at the last inch. “What do you say? Can you put your leg on my shoulder for me?”
You nodded, swallowing hard as he picked his pace up again. Pushing himself up, his fingers snaked around your left ankles and pulled it over his shoulder just like he asked. You didn’t even came yet, and you were fucked out already. Skin glowing form sweat, hips moving as if he was dancing, you felt like exploding. This way he went deeper, hitting at a different angle, heat growing faster in your lower abdomen than before. You would come soon.
Lifting your hips, you welcomed his with every push. Chanyeol turned his head to your leg, kissing and biting down on your ankle to mute down his groans a little. It was no use, he was still as loud as you anyway. It was game over for you when he licked his fingers, putting them on your clit, sloppily drawing circles and pushing down on it a little.
“I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, right before your hands fisted in the sheets, eyes widened as white hotness run through your body. You clenched hard around Chanyeol’s length, only soft ‘fuck’ exclamations leaving your lips.
He pushed your leg back down on the bed, falling on you, slamming his cock harder and deeper if that was possible. His muscles flexed under your touch when you splayed them across his back, then going down, squeezing his ass. You watched him closely, his eyes fluttering shut, smooth skin painted with hickeys made by you, wanting to remember it forever. Probably even make new memories like this with him.
Chanyeol moaned into your ear, kissing you once more. He shuddered in your arms. You could feel his length pulse in you, his body collapsing on you. His skin was hot against yours, lips kissing a wet trail across your jaw to your mouth.
His kiss was slow and comfortable, not driven by lust anymore, simply tasting you and exploring your mouth thoroughly. Cock soft, he pulled out of you. Chanyeol shivered when you took the condom off of him, throwing it out in the trash near your bed.
“It was good for you too, right?” he asked somewhat sheepishly, as you lay back next to him. His hands were instantly on your body, not teasing, just holding you. He blinked slowly. Lips dark and wet with saliva, you wanted to kiss him again.
“Yeah, one of the biggest orgasms I’ve ever had.”
“One of?”
“Let me keep my pride, okay? I can’t say that I had the best sex ever with a man we barely know each other.”
“Well, if you come with me on the bowling date I was talking about earlier, then we can get to know each other better.”
“Wait!” You shifted up to your elbow to look at him. “You meant a date when you talked about teaching me bowling?”
“What else could I have mean?”
“I don’t know.” Shivering as he dipped his fingers between your legs, teasing your sensitive clit and slit, his other hand hugging you to his bare body.
“But I can promise, if you go on a date with me, I’ll eat you out afterwards. Twice.”
Fuck, why does he have to sound so hot? You were getting wet again, soaking his fingers as he pushed one in you, moving it sensually in and out. A moan was threatening to slip out. You clenched when he added a second finger, waiting for your answer. You weren’t lazy either, palming his cock, feeling him grow hard again in your hand.
“I’ll say yes if you fuck me in the shower.”
“I’m in,” he said, then brought you in the bathroom in his arms, to fulfill his part of the deal.
#chanyeol#park chanyeol#chanyeol smut#chanyeol fluff#chanyeol fanfic#exo fanfic#exo smut#exo fluff#plot what plot#park chanyeol is bad but successful at flirting
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Valle Lozano - Butterfly
Took over an hour but IT'S HEREEEEEEE
Butterfly
Gemma Solis was characterized by the number one. It was a reliable number. Her family business contained one grocery store. She had lived the entirety of her life in one single town. She couldn’t remember if she had ever stepped foot outside of Valle Lozano. It was even harder to recall if she ever even had the desire to do so. And throughout her life, she had loved only one man. She was a solitary woman, with a preference for singular things.
She was the personification of the number one herself. Before she had passed away and the legend of her ghost came to be, one might have believed that becoming a ghost was what she was destined for. Some of the more cruel people in town said that she was like the living dead even in her youth. She just had that certain essence. Even as a young woman, in the supposed prime of her life, it was said that she did not walk through life - she glided through it, passing through like a phantom. The townspeople of Valle Lozano would joke that she could pass through walls. Some went so far as to say she had a touch of the fairy about her. Her own parents, when they were frustrated with her, would tell her she was not their child, but a child of the fairies that lived in the famous willow trees at the edge of town.
None of this affected Gemma at all. Or if it did she did not mention it. In her youth, she expressed nothing; not joy, anger, or sadness. It was as if sentiments floated through her, never fully reaching her, just like she passed through everything else, gliding as if her feet barely even touched the floor. She was someone the town could not understand and it seemed that she had no interest in if anyone did or not.
That was until she fell in love. The first time she met Martin Octavio their fathers had united in business. Her father made him partners in his grocery store and in return, the Solis family had the honor and privilege of working with the Octavio’s and connecting with Valle Lozano’s other lucrative families. Really, it was difficult to know which family got the better deal: receiving a small percentage of the profits from the store sales, or the ability to show off you were personal friends of the Octaivos during the town’s social season. Indeed, Mr. Solis truly lucked out that fine morning when Mr. Geraldo Octavio walked into his store.
Gemma and Martin were mere children then. Gemma had been standing by her father. She had been joining him at the store since she was old enough to walk and set jars on the bottom shelves. Being a solitary child, she held on to her father’s hand and dared not avert her eyes away from him. So she was unaware that Martin, who was also standing by his father, was watching her most intently. At the end of their negotiations, the fathers decided they wanted the opportunity to celebrate man to man. They ordered the children to play amongst themselves. Martin was keen on this idea. Gemma, however, was not. When her father let go of her hand, she turned her attention to Martin for the first time, and without a word went outside. As she walked out of the store Martin watched her leave and saw the unusual way she glided. It did not remind him of a ghost, or even of a beautiful fairy, but of a butterfly.
Martin decided to follow her. He stood at the entrance of the store watching as she lazily paced back and forth on the sidewalk. He looked at her and believed that she was beautiful. He was enraptured by her movements; the slow, delicate, methodical way she carried herself. The way she looked as if at any second her small legs and arms would turn to wings and carry her to the sky. She was staring at the ground, eyes on her feet, and it seemed to Martin that she was gliding over the sidewalk to prepare for flight. He thought that she belonged up there with the birds. She seemed so dissatisfied here on the Earth. As he continued to spy on her all he could envision in his mind was butterflies and birds floating around her. It was at that moment that Martin fell in love.
Gemma was not so quick to reciprocate his feelings. In fact, it took a while for her to even acknowledge his existence. She was so lost in her own mind, lived so often in her own world, that she was hardly able to notice anything else. It was not until one winter - on the solstice in fact - when they were teenagers that she eventually noticed him. It had been a calm, mild start to winter and the infamous blizzard of ‘23 was still over two decades away. She had been taking care of the store alone and did not hear the bell of the door chime. Martin also did not announce his entrance. Instead, he watched as she meticulously stocked the shelves. It had been many a year, since they first met as children, that he enjoyed watching her from the sidelines. It amused him. Being an Octavio, he was oft the front and center of attention. And in Valle Lozano, there was not a store that his family did not have something or other to do with. Even as a teenager, Martin could admit it was expected and that he even quite reveled in the attention. It was only when he was in the presence of Gemma that he enjoyed taking a step back and observing. Even after so many years, he found himself enthralled by her movements. He was all too aware of what was said about her. She was an oddity, she was as quiet and ghost-like, and she probably went to sleep with the fairies every evening. Martin had tried desperately to reject his feelings for her. She was the town eccentric, and a grocer’s daughter at that. His family - his father, especially - would never approve. And yet he could not tear himself aware from the sight of her. She was a short, tiny thing - another trait the townspeople used to tease her about, saying it was proof she was one of the fays - and Martin watched as she stared up at the shelves she could not reach and paused. He smiled to himself as he heard her let out a soft, barely audible, yet all too obvious, sigh of frustration. He was about to help her stock the shelves, when she slowly bent down, grabbed a can, and ever so gradually, stood on her tiptoes and reached.
This small act took Martin’s breath away. It looked to him like a lovely, delicate, and graceful dance. It also vexed him. It seemed like every movement she made reminded him of beauty. He could not stand it. He could not stand that a mere grocer’s daughter could have such an effect on him. In his mind, he coldly thought that she wasn’t one of the fairies at all but a witch. A cruel vindictive witch who didn’t even deign to notice him after she had cast her spell. He made up his mind then that he would walk out of the store and will himself to forget her, to never linger and gaze upon her ever again. Perhaps in time this spell - or curse, as he felt it was - would fade. And yet, despite his resolution, he was powerless to avert his stare from her. He watched, begrudgingly, as she again bent down, picked up a can, and reached on her tiptoes. Martin suddenly felt as if time had stopped. Had she used her magic to stop it, or was he just that enraptured with her that he failed to perceive anything else around him? He did not want to know. All he was sure of was that staring at her now she was the most divine thing he’d ever beheld. She made him think of butterflies again, standing there on the tip of her feet as if about to take flight. It made him curious. He wondered if she was as swift as a butterfly. If he approached her, would she dash away? If he dared to reach out a finger, could he touch her? Or would she ascend to the sky in fright?
Without thinking Martin moved to stand behind her. She still was unaware that he was there. How he did not know but he was glad. He wanted to have this moment - wanted to have her - all to himself. She had finished stocking a shelf and was moving to the very top one. This time she could not reach by extending herself. She stood there, her hand beginning to tremble from the excursion, when Martin decided to dare and touch his butterfly. He took the can from her hand and placed it easily on the shelf. It was then that Gemma turned around and faced him. Martin looked down at her and felt as if his heart would burst. She did not fly away, did not try to escape him. Instead she looked up at him,with the most dazzling pair of hazel eyes he’d ever seen, her small but plump mouth slightly open in surprise.
“Oh,” she said, “I’m sorry, sir. I did not see you. Have you been standing there long?”
“Long enough,” Martin replied, still staring at her eyes and mouth.
“What can I help you with?” Gemma said, trying to ignore the way he was looking at her.
No one had ever stared at her so intently before. In fact, no one ever seemed to look at her at all. In this town, she was like the wind. People only acknowledged her as she moved past them and nothing more. It had never bothered her before. She liked being like the wind. She liked going unnoticed and left to her own whims. She knew what was said about her and she didn’t care. It gave her the freedom to do anything she wanted. After all, she was already strange, how much stranger could she be? But this boy, whose black eyes seemed to be eyeing into her very core, made her feel something she never had before. She felt alive. She felt as if by staring at her he had awakened her spirit. It was as if he had allowed her to step out of the wind, and into an actual being. And as strange the feeling of his eyes on her was, she was secretly thrilled by it.
“Oh, I’m in no need of assistance. I just… wanted to see you, butterfly.”
She stared at him confused, “Butterfly? My name is Gemma.”
“I know, but would it be alright to call you that?”
“Strange but I suppose. But you said you… wanted to see me? Why?”
“Because I like looking at you.”
It was a simple but honest confession. Gemma said nothing else. She simply continued with her tasks around the store. Martin stayed nearly the entire day, just standing aside and watching her. Gemma felt his attention on her and could not bring herself to admit that she enjoyed it. Soon enough, she found herself staring at him, too. She would watch him whenever their paths met, in school, when he came with his father to talk to her father. And after some time she was even watching him in her dreams. She found he was always in close proximity and she found that she counted on it. She counted on his gaze to breathe life into her. Much like the flower that relies on the butterfly to carry their pollen, they relied on each other. She found herself dependent on his dark eyes to watch over her. And he was dependent on her very existence. He was the flower, which nourishes the butterfly but is moreso reliant on the butterfly for its survival. He knew this. He knew that he loved Gemma more than she could possibly love him but this did not bother him.
Their relationship did not extend past these lorn, stolen glances. Gemma did not even realize she was in love with him until one fateful day in their young adulthood when she heard her father talking with his father about plans for his son’s marriage. The news shattered her heart. She had never thought of marriage before but hearing that he was to be wed made her see that she had wanted to be his bride. It was a foolish thought. As aloof and as detached from reality as she seemed she knew the way the world worked. His father would never accept her. She had no right to want to be Martin’s bride. But it had been a long time now since she spent nights away dreaming of him and longing for him beside her. He was so ingrained in her that she did not know how she could live apart from him. She could not imagine another woman beside him that wasn’t herself. Gemma realized that this was what was meant by being in love. And she felt that after he married she would never feel this way again.
Gemma avoided Martin after this for quite some time. It was months, just a short time before his wedding when he was able to catch her alone at the store.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Butterfly?’ He said to her.
She did not respond.
“What’s wrong, Butterfly? I know you’ve been avoiding me. Please. Look at me. At least that. At least look at me.”
She did as she was asked and as she stared into his black eyes she could not help but begin to cry.
Martin walked up to her and began lightly kissing her cheek, “Oh, Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly,” he murmured in her ear.
“Please. Stop. Gemma. Call me Gemma.”
“But I’ve always called you -”
“I know. But that was before. Before you - before you got engaged.”
He looked as if he had struck her. “You know.”
“Of course I know. The whole town knows. And it’s… fine, of course. I have no right to keep you from marrying. But please. No more. No more… staring at me the way you do. No more calling me Butterfly. I cannot do it anymore.”
“Can’t do what?’
“I can’t love you anymore. Not when you will never be mine.”
“You love me, Butterfly?”
“Gemma.”
“Gemma. You love me?”
She nodded.
“Then don’t leave me. Please don’t leave me. I need you.”
“I do, too. But how can we stay together when -”
“Marrying is father’s decision. Believe me if I had a choice the person I would meet at the aisle would be you. And I’m not engaged yet.”
“But you will be. And don’t you think that - that you’ll fall in love with her?”
“I’ll be… fond of her. But I won’t know her. Not in the way that I do you.”
“But you don’t know me.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Butterfly. I know you very well. I know how beautiful you are. How every move you make is graceful and delicate. I know that you’re about the strangest woman I’ve ever met. But you don’t give a damn what anyone thinks about it. I know you’re flighty and free. God, how I envy you for it. I wish I could be half as free as you. But I know how lonely you are. I see it in your eyes when you look at me. It’s like you’re pleading with me to be your friend. Who knows, maybe I only recognize it because I need a friend, too. You’re my friend Gemma. The only friend I’ve ever had. And I’m not letting you go. Not now not ever.”
“What do we do?”
“Write to me.”
And so it began. Their letters that documented the details of their affair. Letters that had remained a tight secret even decades after their respective deaths until Martin’s great-grandson Sebastian discovered them. In the year proceeding Martin’s marriage Gemma also married. Like Martin, it was decided by her father. She supposed that he desired to follow after the grand Octavio’s. She did not protest. Her relationship with Martin remained unchanged. Stolen glances, stolen moments, marked only by the scent of cinnamon and jasmine that she planted on each letter she sent him. Contrary to what Yolanda had believed when she found them, Gemma was not a striking or confident woman. She was not bold or daring. She was merely a woman in love who wanted her lover to have something to remember her by. In truth she could not even remember where or why she chose the fragrance she had. It was quite unlike her real personality.
Gemma and Martin carried on their secret affair the rest of their lives, even after Gemma gave birth to a daughter - one of David’s ancestral grandmothers.
For years, Gemma believed that this was their destiny. To spend their lives living solely off tender, unspoken devotion. Martin had never told her he loved her - not in words, and not until his very last letter just before his death. Still, she always had faith in it. He loved her. He had breathed life into her and she would love him in the shadows forever and long after that.
The morning that Martin died Gemma woke up with an unspeakable pain in her heart. She had dreamt the night before in pitch darkness and when she woke up she felt an immense grief weighing on her. She could not understand why. Then she looked out the window and saw a beautiful monarch butterfly on her windowsill. Somehow she knew. She began to sob violently. It was as if her own life had been extinguished as well. However, she reasoned that she was not surprised by it. The loss of his daughter had taken a toll on him, and every day and every letter he seemed more closer to death.
The day he died was the first time she felt ashamed of their relationship. She knew she could not attend the funeral. It would be too disrespectful to Yolanda. Her own husband would not allow it, either. They both knew. Gemma stared at herself in the mirror and felt like a fool, an utter fool. She had loved Martin almost her entire life. So why did she not fight for him? Why did she not convince him to leave the town with her so they could go to a place where they could be together? Why were they so okay with keeping their love in the dark? Martin had written that he was a coward. Gemma saw that they both were. And now she would not even have the privilege of being there to send the only man she’d ever given her heart a final goodbye.
It did not take long after that for Gemma to take her own life. The rumors about her ghost haunting the store were quick to follow, although the town had always said she was like a phantom anyway. She was just serving her purpose. But what the town didn’t know was that on the edge of Valle Lozano, where the small, green lake resided and where the fairies were said to live, there was a secret among the white roses that grew there. Martin’s daughter Ines had planted them in her youth as a symbol of her love for Fernando. No one knows how they still bloomed even so long after she was forced out of town by her father. But on warm spring days you can see them rustling in the breeze. You can hear the soft ripples of water that almost sound like the fairies playing music. And if one watches closely, they can find a pair of large monarch butterflies, who make their way from the respective graves of Gemma and Martin to the white flowers and fly together around the waters.
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Hi!!I was wondering if you could write about uglydolls on halloween.Its ok if you don't want to.
Sorry this is late, but that drawing I posted of Moxy was what I was going to do for this prompt, but I also had more ideas for writing. So, the drawing will come later XD
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"What...are you doing?"
Moxy put on her tiara with exaggerated delicacy. She turned with a wide smile to Lou, who was scrutinizing her odd costume. She had fairy wings strapped on her back by her shoulders and a tiara on her head. "I'm a fairy princess, duh," she rolled her eyes like it was obvious.
Lou squinted at her, mouth parted slightly in confusion as he looked her up and down. "Okay...but...is there a reason you look more stupid than normal?"
Her expression fell flat. "Have you never heard of Halloween?"
"Why would we celebrate a human holiday?"
"Why are you such a huge stick in the mud?" Moxy retorted, crossing her arms indignantly. "You wanted to celebrate Christmas this year. I think it's only fair we get to celebrate Halloween, too."
Lou couldn't keep a smirk off his face, putting a hand to his hip as he gestured to her costume with the other. "In all fairness, Christmas doesn't make people look stupid."
"You're just jealous I actually have a costume. What are you gonna be, huh? A business man?"
He raised a brow at her, expression falling slightly as he gave her an obviously sarcastic response. "I'll be the only one around here with any dignity, that's what I'll be." He crossed his arms, eyes closing briefly. "Besides, I doubt the others are gonna do something as ridiculous as this. Nolan and Mandy certainly won't."
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"Please tell me you're joking."
Nolan looked extremely proud of his costume. He had a pointy hat on that was slightly too big for his head (stupid measurements hadn't been accurate), and a black cloak around his shoulders. His dress shirt was a dark red with a black vest over it and black pants. "You like? I'm a wizard," Nolan put his hands on his hips proudly. The pointy hat on his head fell over his eye a little in the process.
Lou scrutinized his outfit for a moment. "You look like a crossover between a vampire and a witch."
"First off: I'm not a witch. Women are witches. That's why I'm a wizard." Lou rolled his eyes. "Second: screw you." Nolan turned around, dramatically swooping his cloak around as well.
Lou shook his head, glancing over at Mandy and UglyDog. "And what are you two supposed to be?"
Mandy's was a little more obvious. She had a red cloak on, but it had a hood attached to it. She also had a red dress on that went down to her knees and knee-length boots. "I'm red riding hood, and UglyDog is the wolf."
UglyDog sat beside her feet, a wolf nose strapped to the front of his face. He looked up at Lou with a flat look, jerking his head up in a 'what's up' motion. "Woof."
Moxy bounded in front of Lou, arms spread out. "See? Halloween is fun! Now, come on, we gotta find you an outfit!" She grabbed him by the hand to drag him off somewhere.
"I am not dressing up as anything!" Lou protested, trying to dig his heels into the ground. It was a futile effort.
"Ooh! Ooh!" Nolan raised his hand with a grin, having an idea. "He could be Draco Malfoy."
"I can see it," Mandy agreed, grinning when Lou gave both of them a dirty look.
Moxy gasped and she looked at Lou with twinkling eyes, making him take a step back nervously. "I have the perfect idea."
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"You know," Mandy folded her arms, looking Lou up and down with a smile, "it actually suits you quite well."
Moxy had managed to coerce Lou into a Captain America costume, the only requirement was that he didn't have to wear the helmet. Lou stood there, arms crossed and an unamused look on his face. "I hate everything about this."
"Where's the shield?" Nolan inquired, circling around Lou as he took in the once-in-a-lifetime moment of Lou wearing anything other than his suit.
"We couldn't find one," Moxy shrugged.
"I could use you as a shield," Lou grinned at Nolan.
Nolan ignored that comment in favor for giving the blond a sly look. "We actually missed out on an opportunity, come to think of it. We could have dressed you up as Pikachu since you have electric powers."
Lou glared at the brunette. "I'll stick with this, thanks."
#uglydolls#fanfiction#lou#writing#ask#answer#nolan#moxy#short story#halloween#this is really late my bad XD
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A Spark Beneath Hearts
Written by @itsajanea
Idea of creation and Illustrated by @lizaluvsthis
Summary: A young fairy prince embarks on a dangerous quest to save his sister from the Dark Overlord of the Dark forest . Once he and the Overlord had finally met, they had a rocky start but as the prince could see through all the darkness, what he saw was something he didn't expect. But after all, good or bad, Things aren't always what they seem.
Chapter 2: New Rules
There he was, lying down on his flowery bed as he stares at the ceiling. He had finally stopped crying as he wiped away his tears. He takes deep breath then he slowly exhales, rethinking everything in his life. As he held back from crying yet again, he heard a knock at the doors.
"Smg4? Are you there?" It was his sister Tari, knocking at the door, worried about her brother.
When he returned earlier, she was excited to help him get ready but it soon turned into worry as she heard him softly sob. Before she could have asked what happened, he hid himself in his room where nobody could disturb him.
"Hey sis…" As Smg4 opened the door, Tari was greeted with a sad sight as she saw her brother upset on the day that is supposed to be his happiest day ever.
"What's wrong?"
"I don't wanna talk about it…"As he closes his door, Tari tries to get through to him.
" B-But wait! What about the wedding?"
" Tell dad, the wedding is canceled…"
"Wait! The wedding is cancelled??? Why what happened-"
As Tari kept asking questions, her voice faded into the background as the young prince start to walk back into the depths of his room. Soon the voice was gone, bringing him back to his sorrows.
As he sat by the vanity, he looked at his reflection, like he thought there was something wrong with him. What did he do wrong? He tried to be as happy as he can be and loved the her so….
He heard that familiar "EUGH" as they snuggled close to him for comfort. He appreciated the gesture, but it wasn't enough.
As the young blue fairy stood up, he thought to himself .
How could she….I thought….
He had promised her a perfect life, a happy life. One where they could live happily ever after just like in the stories told. They could've had it all. But she played him for her own self gain.
He looked out the window, watching the beautiful scenery. He finally decided that he needs to move on, he needs to make a change for himself and he decided that love was just complicated for someone like him.
He had decided he would NEVER fall in love again.
He spreads his wings and flew out of the window as Beeg follows him from behind.
Smg4 spent the most of his days training to be stronger. He would often fly to his special training grounds to be one with the sword, he would learn how to protect himself and every innocent creature, he would learn to control his emotions so that he would never suffer heartbreak again.
As he trained everyday, he got stronger, he got faster and he got smarter. He would often spar against training dummies he made of grass, sliced any small projectiles that Beeg sent his way and he would do it over and over again to get even more stronger.
As he sliced the flying blueberry, his clothes got stained blue and that's when he realized he needs an outfit change, especially when he was starting to smell a bit.
He ordered Beeg to go gather new clothes as he went off to wash himself in a nearby lake.
Later on, he slipped into his new clothes and he added armor to his new look.
He used some blueberries to dye the tips of his hair and as eyeshadow.
He was now ready and different from the sweet innocent blue fairy he was before. He has changed, and that's what he like.
New Rules, New Me
After that he grabbed his sword yet again and went ahead to go scout the land for any intruders. As he was scouting he realized he had not heard from his sister for awhile and shifted his attention on looking for her.
"TARI? TARI? WHERE ARE YOU??"
As the young fairy yells out, looking around. He continues flying around in search of his sister.
As he flies away, a small dwarf steps out of the shadows and onto the rocky surface as they see Smg4 flying away into the distance.
She yells as if she was calling onto someone.
"We're in the clear!"
Another figures reveals themselves as they stood up from the dandelion fields besides the rocky landscape, presenting their tall figure as they grabbed a singular dandelion.
As Tari gently blows on the dandelion, small pieces of them flew up into the sky, embracing the beauty that surrounds her.
The small dwarf Meggy, watches in awe as she enjoys the beautiful sight, in which was Tari. She yearned for the day she would finally confess her love for her, but right now she was interested in someone else, someone who would suit them well. So all the poor little dwarf could do was watch and wait that hopefully one day she cou-
As she was finishing her train of thought, the breeze picked up and the dandelion seeds flew into her face.She coughs and wheezes when she accidentally inhaled some.
The Blue fairy girl rushed over to help and tried to get her to be more quieter, so that her brother wouldn't find them.
"Shhhhhh- are you ok? Here let me help"
She cleared the air around with her wings so that Meggy could breath better.
"Now anyways, whatever happened during that day must have been terrible to the point that he became so overprotective"
"Yeah overprot- cough cough"
Meggy began to cough out the rest of the seeds as Tari still spoke.
"I mean its kind of nice for him to care a lot about me but it's sometimes it feels awkward for him to just hover around, watching me and being worried for me like- I can't handle myself?"
"But you can take care of yourself!"
The small dwarf cleared her throat and jumped atop one of the rocks nearby so she and Tari could see eye to eye.
"I know! But I'm just worried about him- and what will dad think about this?? What do I do about the spring ball??? Its just so stressful and I don't-"
As the panicking princess goes off on a rant, she stopped when Meggy grabbed her hand and tried to comfort her.
" Shhhhh, just relax Tari. Breathe in , Breathe out"
As Meggy starts to slowly breathe in and out, Tari joins her. After a couple minutes, Tari felt calm again and pulled the small dwarf close for a hug.
"Thanks Meg, you always know what to say."
"Just don't stress out too much, there is nothing to worry about."
She happily enjoys this moment as she was mesmerized by her lovely aura.
While the two were hugging, Tari noticed something bright and pink from the corner of her eye, moving around.
She dropped the small dwarf in shock as soon as she realized what it is.
Meggy, got slightly angry, wondering why they were dropped like that, was about to shout til she saw the look on Tari's face.
"What's wrong Princess?"
"W-Wo-Worry.." She points at the huge creature standing in front of them.
A bright pink Axolotl, licking its lips.
Oh crud
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Fallen From Earth 3
Warnings: normal dark stuff
Valtor sat in the headmaster's chair at cloud tower. You were different, the best different. He was more interested as he thought about you. Your wings were never normal. You seemed just as shocked when they appeared. Maybe he could help you learn and he would know everything he needed to. He was serious when he said you will come with him soon. He was going to trust the Trix to grab you as he distracted the Winx. But all in due time.
You sighed quietly and looked at the clock. You were supposed to get some extra training in the training simulator to work on your abilities. Palladium was going to be the one to do it and watch over you carefully. He wasn't like the show had always put him to be. He was serious, kind, strong, and just more handsome. But who could blame you for thinking this?
Once the class ended you headed to the training simulator and waited at the door for him. You were wondering what was taking him so long. Usually, this never happened. You saw Faragonda coming your way looking panicked.
"We need to get you to safety he is here." She said and you nodded gulping. She started to lead you out of the area. Something started to feel off. It wasn't the good kind either. You looked at her carefully before stepping away.
"You aren't headmaster Faragonda." You spoke and then tried to transform but couldn't. She started to laugh and then changed into Icy.
"Aren't you smart?" She smirked. Darcy and Stormy then surrounded you. You looked at them all panicked. They started to say a spell over and over. You felt weak feeling their spell transfer to you. You fell to your knees weak. You passed out soon enough but before then you heard voices. They were here to save a weak fairy like you.
The Winx had made it to the scene but Valtor appeared blocking them from seeing you. He only smirked.
"To slow." He said and pushed them back with his magic. They each hit a pillar or wall. Bloom quickly got back up standing.
"You won't have her Valtor!" She said.
"You're dragon flame will not hurt me." He chuckled. He walked over to where you were. "Trix deal with them. Make sure they don't follow." He ordered as he picked your sleeping form up bridal style. You muttered help me but no one seem to hear. He opened a portal and left with you. Laying you on the bed and placing his mark on you. You were not going to leave. He would make sure of it. He locked the door after leaving and went to the library. He grabbed the book about you.
The Trix were done messing with the Winx girls and left. Bloom and the girls went to Faragonda to tell them what happened.
"Valtor took her," Stella said.
"I think he was trying to distract us while the Trix did his work," Bloom added. "It just makes sense."
"Why would he want her?" Musa asked. Techna was looking up keywords and then frowned.
"The Guardian for the Fairy Angels were enemies with Valtor and his crew. After one of the battles fighting against him she had gotten hurt badly that no one knows what happened but assumed she got destroyed but had no evidence." Techna summarized. Faragonda just stood there.
"That is what we thought. Valtor was always obsessed with the Guardian. She was the opposite of him. Seems her magic must have taken her somewhere safe. Most likely had done something with her age." Faragonda said.
"You knew her?" Bloom asked and Faragonda just nodded.
"How come no one else knew about her?" Flora asked.
"I and my friends kept her a secret. She had many enemies and it was best at the time." Faragonda spoke. "We will have to get her back but you girls will be staying here for the time being." She said sternly. "You don't have your exchantix yet for you all to fight."
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Wings
This takes place sometime post-7ds but pre-4kota
It's a warm summer afternoon and the pair of Fairies are resting on a branch of the Great Tree in the Fairy King's Forest. Helbram is laying on his back next to his lover, who -like usual- is hunched over a book, scribbling away. At least this time she's just drawing for her own amusement, instead of transcribing some human text or drawing up another revision of her census plan... or illustrating medical instructions, or recording something for the Fairy King, or any other of the constant work she's always fretting over.
At least Helbram hopes she's not doing work this time...
He opens his eyes and lifts his head to double check. The page she's working on is littered with sketches of wings. He sits up further to get a better look, trying to figure out who's wings she's drawing, but upon closer inspection he finds they don't look familiar. She seems to just be...making them up...
"What are these for?" he asks. He should be annoyed that she seems to be doing another study when they're supposed to relaxing, but he's too curious to think of that right this moment.
"Huh?" she questions, as her concentration breaks and her attention turns to him, "Oh, uh nothing. I'm just drawing."
"Wings?"
"Yeah. I think they're pretty and the vein patterns are fun," she smiles and raises the book to show him the sketches deliberately.
He looks at them again, most of the basic shapes are simple, but the branching vein patterns and cell configurations are all pretty intricate. "So, you're just drawing wings for fun?".
"Yeah," she replies, setting the book back down in her lap.
"Hm. Well, they're pretty."
"Thanks."
The silence settles back between them as she returns to her drawing, slower at first till she gets back into her 'zone', and he lays back down, listening to quiet sound of the quick, sure pencil strokes.
Helbram's eyes don't stay closed for long though, as now he has something on his mind. He's never really put much thought into wings. Not the way Maranwe apparently does. The shapes and vein patterns, and all of that.
He looks over at her, her wings are sitting at kind of an odd angle. A lot of Fairies have rather stationary wings, sitting at the same basic position no matter what they Fairy is doing -even his own are like that-, but Maranwe's are so expressive. They tilt and move depending on her feelings and thoughts. Right now they're tilted down a little from their standard position, like they do when she's absorbed in something. They just look sort of relaxed. They're shaped like bumblebee wings and the vein pattern, and the cells created by them, remind him of the insides of an orange segment -except for them being bright magenta. They're transparent, and move a little with each of her breaths. A breeze rustles the Great Tree's leaves, allowing little sunbeams through. When the light hits Maranwe's wings, a faint sparkle becomes apparent.
They're really quite pretty. Though everything about her is pretty, so that's no shock.
The scars are hard to ignore though...
Paler pink, roughly round, spots on one of the central cells of each forewing. Anyone who didn't know better would think they were just that; spots. But he saw them before her wings were fully evolved, when those spots were gaping holes...
His eyes shift from her wings to her face. Her tongue is sticking out a little as she concentrates, and her eyes have a joyful shine to them. She's clearly not thinking about the spots, or how she got them. He's grateful for that.
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Fire Fairy
Clive Rosfield x (Fire Fairy) reader
PURE ANGST!!
WARNING: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, SELF HARM AND ABUSE!!! DON’T READ IT IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE!
My dead, abusive mother once told me that I have the potential to be one of the most powerful fairies, she had no doubt about it.
I was not to reveal my powers to anyone, my mother believes that I could hurt someone with it. I broke that promise when someone I know from Rosaria saw me using my magic. A boy named Clive Rosfield, I ran away from him worrying that he might expose me to someone. Somehow he managed to catch up to me.
He wasn’t going to harm me or anything like that. Clive wondered why I was running away from him. I explained the reason and had to tell him my name, that I’m a fairy.
‘Beautiful..’
The surprising part of when I showed my wings of flames, Clive said they were beautiful, unique and warm. I didn’t want to believe what he said. Those words that slipped out of his mouth, I wish he was lying. I really wish he was…but he didn’t..
So we talked and sat by the lake, we became friends. Even though my mother warned me to stay away from everyone. I never had any friends. Never in my life.
Until I met Clive…
We became close…
We see each other every single day whenever we have the chance to…
On the day where I’m supposed to see Clive after his training, he wanted to tell me something. As I stood by the tree, waiting, I heard screams of terror and I saw flames coming from where Clive is…
Rosaria…
So I headed there to see what was happening and spotted dead corpses lying around as I got there. Slaughtered. There I’ve witnessed two eikons battling against each other. Phoenix….and Ifrit. I couldn’t find Clive anywhere. Everyone was running away and screaming. I felt my wrist being grabbed by someone. I thought it would be Clive. It was my mother and she was not happy with me heading to Rosaria. She dragged me back home, yelled at me and I told her that I went to Rosaria to save someone. Her anger grew high when I told her about me and Clive. She slapped me across the face as I dropped to the floor. Calling me a disgusting harlot and other names similar to that.
She gave birth to a monster…
I ignored my mother and rushed back to Rosaria once again and never looked back. As I got there, everything and everyone was gone. The whole place fell to pieces and some were in flames. The fire eikons were gone too, they must have disappeared when my mother took me home.
So I walked back to the cottage and witnessed my mother’s dead body on the floor. She stabbed herself in the chest. My mother killed herself because of me. I buried her corpse and said horrible things to her. She was never a real mother, never once cared about me. She can fucking rot for all I care.
Here I am…all alone…
But it didn’t bother me so much…
I’ve moved on and walked my own path…
13 years later, I got so used to being on my own. No one to bother me, no one to hurt me or anything like that.
“Take that, you fucking twat.” I stabbed a bandit that was trying to rob me. Set the body on fire afterwards using my fire magic.
I became the most wanted woman in Valisthea. Oh yes, I fucking have a bounty on my head. Every single stupid man tried to take me down. They failed. Throughout these years, my magic grew stronger.
I learnt how to wield a dagger by myself, I don’t use it a lot though. I always depend on my magic and all.
I was scavenging through the dead bandit’s corpse and while doing that, I heard footsteps coming towards me from behind. I swiftly turned around and revealed my fire wings, getting ready to fight.
I was going to take him down until…
“(Y/n)..?”
How the fuck does he knows my name?
This man…why does he look so familiar?
He said my name again, walking closer to me as I took a step back “(Y/n)…it’s me…it’s Clive..”
My heart felt a hit of shock when I heard that name, I magically put my fire wings away and took a closer look at him.
He’s…alive…
Clive….is alive and he’s here…standing right in front of me.
“I thought you were dead…” I spoke softly, feeling a sting of tears forming in my eyes “I’ve looked for you in Rosaria…when that incident happened…you weren’t there anymore..”
Clive embraced me into his arms, I leaned my head into his shoulder and hugged him, “I’m so sorry, (Y/n)…”
I pulled away from him for a second, “Tell me what happened in Rosaria.”
Clive agreed to it, “Alright, (Y/n), I will tell you everything.”
-//-//-//-
We leaned against the tree and sat together on the grass. Clive began to talk about the invasion in Rosaria, about his family being killed and everything that has happened. He lost his dear little brother, Joshua, the dominant of a flamebird Phoenix. Clive did mention it to me in the past, about Joshua. I never got the chance to meet his younger brother. Clive had to witness Joshua’s death, being killed by Ifrit, another fire eikon that appeared out of nowhere.
I felt very sorry for Clive, he lost his family, his home. Everything. I couldn’t imagine what he’s been through after losing his loving family. Clive is seeking revenge, he told me that he’s trying to track down the dominant. The man who killed his little brother.
Clive asked me where I’ve been all this time and what I've been doing with my life, he got shocked when I surprisingly told him I have a bounty on my head, that people were after me, “I’ve been killing, stealing and all that. That’s what I do for a living now. Even hiding in the shadows from people trying to look for me.”
Clive found it hard to believe me, he never saw me as the type of person to do such a thing. Stealing, of course. Well, people change for a reason or without a reason I guess. “What happened to your mother?” I knew he was going to ask me that.
I heaved a sigh, “Dead, she killed herself by piercing a knife through her chest. All because of me…”
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be, she never cared about me.”
Clive actually thought I had a loving, caring mother. He was wrong, “She was a horrible mother, she abused me and even manipulated me. My mother gets aggressively mad when I get out of the house. She often made me sleep outside whenever I disobeyed her. She treated me like shit…” my damn harsh mother gave me bruises, beat the shit out of me but only when I got into trouble.
“I can’t imagine what you’ve been through these days, (Y/n). How come you never told me about your mother? Why did she treat you like that?” Clive wailed, wondering why I never mentioned the terrible thing about my mother to him. I lied to him in the past that my mother is a loving woman. Among other things too…
“I didn’t want you to worry or get involved with my own problems.” I took off my arm gloves and put them away since my skin were sweating so fucking much from the warm weather. Clive noticed my old scars on both of my arms, he gently held my arms into his hands as he examined them, “(Y/n), did you-” Before he could ask, I snatched my arms away and tried to walk away. He grabbed my wrist and looked at me with that sad-worrying face, his blue orbs showing signs of concern, “(Y/n)...”
I growled in annoyance, snatching my wrist away from his strong grasp and looking at directly with anger flaming over my face, “Clive, I want you to stay away from me. Far away from me!”
Those words cut him deeply, Clive felt a wave of hurt crashing onto him, “I can’t do that, (Y/n)...”
“Why?!” I bawled out, tears coming out of my (e/c) eyes.
“....Remember I said I wanted to tell you something? In the past?”
I stayed silent, sobbing and weeping. “...I love you, (Y/n).”
No…
This can’t be true…
“You can’t love me, Clive.” I wept, flames of red glowing into my (e/c) orbs, “You could never love someone like me…” he deserves someone better than me. I can’t be with Clive Rosfield. I just can’t!
“I mean it, (Y/n), I love you. I’ve been in love with you ever since the day we met.” I truly wish those were lies. Damn you, Clive Rosfield…
“I’ve struggled so much in the past, I wanted to take my own life so many fucking times because I couldn’t handle this cruel world anymore. Never once in my life I ever had anyone to love or anyone to love me!” I shouted in a cry of pain, “I realized that I don’t deserve that love, I don’t deserve it…I don’t deserve to be loved!!”
Clive felt the urge to hold me in comfort, I pushed him away and turned around, looking away from him. “(Y/n), you don’t have to be alone anymore. Come with me…we can go through this together.”
I magically slipped out my wings of flames and looked at him directly one last time, “I will never forget the moments we cherish, the old days we spend time with each other. You were the only person who never judged me for who I am. We can’t be together, Clive. I love you but we can’t be together.” it felt so hurtful to admit that. It truly does…
I ended up hurting him by what I said, even breaking his heart, “(Y/n), please..” Clive walked over to place my hand into his, he looked like he was about to cry. I held my hand up to touch his face, caressing the side of it, “You can either keep me in your memories or forget about me, your choice. I decided to keep you in my heart because…I chose not to forget you.”
Please know that we can’t be together, Clive…we truly don't belong together..
And it’s best we keep our distance…
“Goodbye, Clive Rosfield…” I took a few steps back and turned around, flying towards the blue sky without looking back. “(Y/N)!!!” Clive called out as loud as he could, his voice crying out. He kept calling me out my name and chasing me until I disappeared through the clouds.
I continued to soar among the clear white clouds…with tears of pain stinging into my eyes. Feeling my heart shattering in such a hurtful way, very painful that it made me cry even more…
I mumbled the words that poured from my salted bruised lips, “I’m so sorry…”
It’s better to be alone…
That way no one can hurt you…
That way…I don’t hurt anyone…
(A/n) - I feel like I’ve rushed this because I was having a lot of things in my mind. :-;
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His Fairy Princess - Demetri x f! fairy reader
Request from @kpopgirlbtssvt : Hii! If it’s okay, can I please request a Demetri x fem!fairy!princess!short!reader (she’s in her early twenties) where she’s Demetri’s mate and they meet when Demetri, Felix, Jane, and Alec are on a mission? Maybe she saw them and started following them out of curiosity, drawn to the tracker in particular, him obviously knowing that she’s following him, and he confronts her… ready to attack, but then he sees this adorable tiny girl with wings, and when he looks into her eyes he knows that she’s his mate. Him definitely asking the little princess to come back to Volterra with him + the two of them having a very playful, teasing relationship + lots of sweet kisses
Thank you for this lovely request! Few knows that I grew up with arthurian legends and all of the lovely fairy fantasy around, I'm taking from there to fullfil this request! I hope you will enjoy it :)
Demetri x fem reader, 1001 words
Who was he ? He was… interesting to say the least. Beautiful, too. Too much to be human.
That’s why you decided to follow them. They were so intriguing! Who were they? What were they doing here? You kept it low, making sure you were hidden from them… Until you weren’t. Damn, he had spotted you. When he turned to look at you, you were expecting the worse, after all he was ready to attack you, but this beauty just walked towards you, and smiled. you very confused at why he was doing that, so you looked up at him.
Crimson eyes met faerie ones, and from that moment you knew things would never be the same again.
He looked at you, small fairy dressed in a light blue dress, wings shining in the sunlight that was piercing from the cover of trees. His skin was shining, too, he knew it.
“I’m Demetri. And you are you, my little darling?”
Demetri knew that you were his mate, and that he would always protect you and watch over you from now. And what a small and cute thing you were! Your kind could leave very long, eternals you were called, for you could not die of natural cause, remaining young and beautiful forever, with shiny wings to carry you wherever you wanted.
A fairy and a vampire! What a surprise! But nonetheless, you packed your things and left with him. You could not let him go without you, and you always wanted to go to an adventure anyway. And what could be more of an adventure than a castle full of vampires?
Volterra was nice, and you loved how the Italian sun felt on your skin. You had free access to the garden, and living with vampires did not scare you. After all, your blood smelt so sweet and sugary it was disgusting to them, and it was not like their venom could do anything to your anatomy, the magic running through your veins was ensuring that.
A lot found it funny how such a small and cute fairy would just follow the tall vampire around, but Demetri loved it. He loved everything about you. You were his mate, and to his eyes you were perfect, and nothing could change that.
What started as a friendship turned into something more, slowly, in a way you did not noticed until one day, you saw. You saw how beautiful his skin and hair looked under the sun. The way his eyes would light up when he was doing something he loved, or even better when he would see you. You, the light of his eyes, happiness incarnated, a little sunshine that never burned and was oh so sweet and lovely, way too lovely. Oh, how much you had him wrapped around your finger and yet were not aware of that! For a while you thought only you loved him.
But how wrong you were! He liked teasing you, calling you his small fairy, his little love, his darling, hoping that you would get the hint that he liked you too, that all he wanted was to hold your smaller frame tight against his and never let go, cherishing you as long as he was alive. How was he supposed to tell you?
Felix had suggested that he should just walk to you and tell you straight that he loved you. But Demetri had called his brother crazy! How could he face you, then, if you did not return his feelings! He would have lost you, lost his mate forever! This thought was unbearable to him.
So your Demetri tried his best to make you understand he liked you, trying to understand your feelings. And all it took was a playful hide and seek.
As often when Demetri had a little time off, you were using your magic to try to hide from him. But this time, you were a little tired and fell off the huge piece of furniture you were hiding on. Your wings fluttered, and you came face to face with a scared Demetri, afraid you would hurt yourself. He brought you close to his body, holding you tight and breathing into your scent that calmed him down. You felt so safe and secure in his embrace that you did not move, not until he did. All of the emotions he had in his eyes... You flew a little, keeping your face close to his and kissed him.
That kiss was everything you had ever wanted. And even more, because behind the sweetness and emergency, there was something more. A promise.
That’s how Felix found you a few moments later, a big grin on his face as he exclaimed a loud “Finally!” that made you terribly embarrassed. But your Demetri just laughed, and taking you in his arms, he ran to his room so he could have you just for himself. Many kisses were shared that day, along with soft promises of lovely forever shared together.
Everything was so easy now that Demetri was your love. Everyone in the castle was so happy that after so long Demetri had found his mate, they had welcomed you warmly into their family. The biggest surprise was how much Jane liked you, maybe because you were gentle with her and the two of you would have nice tea parties in the garden. You teased Demetri to no ends with the face he made when he first saw you with Jane, sun glistening on her skin and your wings, dressed in pretty dresses and drinking out of porcelain teacups decorated of strawberries.
Even after a while, your love was not that used to it and you loved to tease him by trying to get him to participate, your laughter answering him every time he would make up excuses, before you would kiss him and join your newfound little sister. You could never be more thankful than to fate who put Demetri on your way that day.
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