#She so sweet but will not hesitate to claws at you if you disrespect her magister and she's so real for that

[the--firevenus]

Merlin, listening to a tale or legends about himself from random local villager: oh wow! That's so interesting (he doesn't remember if that ever happen but regardless he enjoys the story telling)

Meanwhile hammie tries not to blow her magister identity , but can't stand false info: UM. ACTUALLY—

[inkmonster21]

Short n’ Sweet💋

Hugh Jackman x Fem!Sister!Reynolds!Reader

Warnings: smut (oral male receiving)

Part 01

Short n’ Sweet Masterlist

I Can Scratch His Back But He Can Claw Mine

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The next day at a table read, Ryan bursts through the door. “Hey, Jackass!” Hugh looks up from the script he's been reviewing, his expression going from surprised to amused as he sees Ryan strut into the room, his finger pointed right at him.

"Good morning to you too, Ryan," Hugh replies, a lopsided smile creeping across his face. "What's got you all riled up this early in the morning?"

“Oh, I’ll fucking show you.” Ryan pulls out his phone and shows Hugh. The screen shows the pictures of you and Hugh as he picked you up from the studio last night.

Hugh's eyes widen as he sees the pictures displayed on Ryan's phone. His heart sinks into his stomach as he realizes that their secret is out. But he quickly regains his composure, feigning nonchalance. "Ah, so you've seen those, huh?" he says, trying to sound casual.

Ryan’s eyes widen. “Why the hell are you picking my baby sister up from the studio, Hugh?” Hugh had to hold back. You were not a child, certainly NOT a baby.

Hugh sighs, his feelings were strong, and if it worked out, Ryan would have to get use to it. He would have to tell him, just not now. He runs a hand through his hair, stalling for time as he tries to come up with a believable explanation.

"It's not what it looks like, Ryan," he says, meeting his gaze. "I was in the area, she needed a ride, that's all, bud."

Ryan looks Hugh up and down with suspicion. Hugh sits there, trying to maintain his cool composure. He knows that Ryan is trying to get a read on him, trying to see if he's telling the truth.

"I swear, Ryan, it was just a friendly favor, nothing more," he insists, holding his hands up in defense. "I didn't realize the paparazzi were around. I don't want to cause any trouble, you know that." Ryan nods understanding. “Okay, I might have overreacted.” Ryan points a finger at Hugh again. “But only friendly favors. Got it? That’s my baby sister, man!”

Hugh nods, a genuine smile appearing on his face. He respects Ryan for being protective of you, and he knows that he needs to tread carefully. "I hear you loud and clear. No need to worry. I would never want to hurt her or disrespect her, okay? I promise I'll be a perfect gentleman."

Hugh can sense the brief flicker of hesitation in Ryan's eyes, but he chooses not to say anything about it. Instead, he watches as Ryan takes his seat, his body language conveying a hint of unease. “Fine, but one word of unfriendly advances, and I will hit you. For real.” Hugh holds up his hands in surrender, a small smile on his lips.

“I understand where you're coming from, and I respect that you're looking out for your sister. You have my word. I will treat her with the utmost respect."

He glanced over at Ryan, who still seemed to be mulling over everything, his expression thoughtful. Hugh knew that they would have to be careful from now on, to keep their relationship a secret for a while longer.

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As you walk the carpet at the 35th Annual Music Appreciation Awards, a flurry of cameras and reporters surround you, eager for a few words and a photo. Despite the attention, your gaze keeps wandering in one direction – towards Hugh.

Meanwhile, he stands a few steps away, looking just as impeccable as always. However, it’s clear that his eyes are also constantly drawn towards you, and he’s struggling to keep his gaze off of you.

As a reporter approaches and positions themselves in front of you, their microphone poised and ready for the interview, they ask eagerly, "So, we've heard you're working on a new album – any teasers you can give us?"

You smile, used to the usual questions about your upcoming music, and respond with confidence, "Well, I can’t reveal too much just yet, but I can assure you, it’s going to be something special. I found some new inspiration.” You smirk at her.

The reporter nods, jotting down notes on a small pad as they probe further. "Any collaborations we should be excited about?"

You take a moment to think, your eyes briefly flitting over to Hugh before returning to the reporter. "No one planned yet, but I would be super excited to see a potential collaboration with a few artists," you reply mysteriously, maintaining a hint of intrigue in your voice.

While you were engaged in your own interview, Hugh was standing a few steps away, surrounded by cameras and journalists. He fielded questions with his usual charisma and charm, his responses articulate and engaging.

However, his gaze kept drifting towards you, his eyes often lingering on your face as he answered questions.

The interviewer couldn’t help but notice Hugh’s fleeting glances in your direction, and chuckled softly before making a comment, "She’s quite beautiful, isn’t she?"

A hint of a smile tugged at the corner of Hugh’s mouth, and he nodded in agreement, his response sincere, "She is, indeed. Absolutely gorgeous."

As you prepare for the upcoming performance, excitement and nerves mix in your stomach. You're one of many artists performing tonight. You smile slyly as you read the edited lyrics on your phone. You've made a small change to the outro of one of your songs, planning to playfully hint at your newfound situationship with Hugh. Although some may suspect, only Hugh will fully understand the hidden meaning behind the altered words.

As you're getting fitted with a microphone, you notice Hugh sneaking behind the curtain, his eyes meeting yours as a smile spreads across his face. Your heart skips a beat as you see him approaching, feeling a rush of excitement and anticipation.

Unaware of your real relationship, the others around pay no mind to the interaction between you and Hugh as you stand close together. To them, it simply looks like two friends casually talking. They don't notice the subtle touches or secret smiles you exchange, which only adds to the thrill of your secret affair.

As Hugh stands next to you, his hand subtly slides to the small of your back, his touch sending a shiver of pleasure down your spine. He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear as he whispers delicately, his low voice filled with tenderness, "You're going to be amazing."

You wink at him, “Then you better get to your seat so you don’t miss the show.” Hugh grins at your charming reply, his eyes sparkling with affection and admiration. He gives you a nod, a hint of excitement in his voice as he teases, "I wouldn't dream of missing it. I'll be right there, can't wait to see you shine."

Unable to kiss him, you send a subtle but affectionate gesture of affection by blowing him a kiss instead. The brief but meaningful act is the closest you can get to physically expressing your love for him right in that moment.

The buzz of excitement in the air heightens as the current performance comes to an end and the speaker steps out to introduce you. A wave of anticipation washes over you as the spotlight slowly moves onto your location backstage.

You take your place, standing on the designated mark wearing those high-heeled boots and a shimmering, eye-catching outfit. You look every bit the part of a sparkling, captivating pop star who is ready to take the stage.

As the curtains part and the music starts playing, you come alive on the stage. The adrenaline rush of performing in front of an audience fills you with a passion that is unmistakable and contagious. Every move, every note, and every dance step is executed with a love and enthusiasm that is impossible to ignore.

As the final song draws nearer to its conclusion, you spot Hugh in the sea of faces in the audience. A grin flashes across your face as you sing the altered lyrics, the spicy undertones of the new and improved ending meant only for him.

Your voice rings out clearly through the speakers, each word carrying a hint of playfulness and affection, specifically aimed at Hugh.

"I can scratch his back but he can claw mine,

Keeps me like a dog, he’s always behind,

Ages just like wine, so fuckin’ fine,

I love you guys so much, I’ll see you next time!"

As you sing the explicit lyrics, the camera pans across the crowd and captures Hugh’s reaction. Despite his best efforts to remain composed, the explicit lyrics and the knowing smile on your face clearly leave an impression on him. It's obvious to anyone watching that the song was meant for him, and his almost getting caught by the camera only adds to the thrill of the performance.

You wave and blow a kiss to the audience, receiving applause and cheers in return. As you step off the stage, the adrenaline of the performance still coursing through your veins, you can’t shake the feeling of excitement and satisfaction that comes with having just delivered a killer performance.

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The next day, the video to your performance spread like wildfire on social media. Hugh’s reaction to the lyrics became a viral sensation, spawning countless memes and jokes. The internet buzzes with speculation and discussion surrounding the meaning behind your lyrics, although Hugh and you know the true meaning behind them.

Your phone rings, jolting you awake from your sleep. You groggily reach out and grab it, seeing Ryan’s name flash on the screen.

“Hello?” You say softly. Ryan’s voice comes through the phone in a rush of words. “What the hell were those lyrics you sang last night?" You try to remain innocent and composed. “What do you mean?”

Ryan huffs in annoyance. He’s not an idiot. "You know what I mean. The lyrics you decided to ad-lib and sing during the show last night. The ones about 'claws and fine wine.' Who the hell was that about?" “You know I change the outro every once in awhile.” You remain innocent.

Ryan rolls his eyes at your innocent act, not buying it for a second. "Oh, come on," he exclaims. "You can’t expect me to believe that you were not talking about Hugh. Claws and aging like a god!” Ryan continues his rant, his voice growing more and more annoyed as he goes on. “You’re too young for him,” he says, his voice firm. “Besides, men his age just want one thing from girls as young as you.”

You blew up at his words knowing Hugh is the exact opposite. “God Ryan. It was just a song lyric. Don’t read so much into it.” Ryan is taken aback by the sharpness in your voice, realizing he’s definitely touched a nerve with his words. However, he’s not quite ready to back down just yet.

“Just a song lyric, huh?” He says, his voice filled with skepticism. “You’re telling me you have no feelings whatsoever for Hugh?”

You stammer over your words next. “Not… real ones. He’s hot. You can’t blame me for being attracted to him.” He can’t argue with your reasoning; Hugh Jackman is objectively a gorgeous man, and it’s natural that you would be attracted to him.

"Fine,” he says, his voice gruff. “You think he’s attractive. I can’t blame you for that. But you need to be careful. Your names are everywhere this morning.”

You roll your eyes at his words. “Than you’re welcome for the publicity.” Ryan sighs, realizing he’s fighting a losing battle. "Just be careful, alright? Don’t let this rumor with get out of hand.”

Ryan is still blissfully unaware of what’s really going on between you and Hugh. He sighs again, sensing that you’re hiding something from him.

"Just keep your head straight, okay?" he says, his voice laced with concern. "This whole thing could damage your image.” You scoff at his words. “I think I know what I’m doing with my career, Ryan.” You say in a sharp tone and hang up.

Ryan’s jaw drops open in disbelief as you abruptly hang up on him. He’s not used to you speaking to him like that, and he can’t help but feel a mix of annoyance and concern. He shakes his head and mutters under his breath, “girls…can’t live with them, can’t live without them."

“What, honey?” Blake asks as she walked behind Ryan. Ryan turns to Blake and sighs, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "My stubborn sister,” he says, his voice filled with annoyance. "I just tried calling her to ask what was going on between her and Hugh, and she completely blew me off." Blake raises an eyebrow, surprised by Ryan’s reaction.

"She’s probably just tired or stressed,” she says, trying to soothe his frustration. “She’s been working really hard lately. Maybe she just needs some space.” Ryan scoffs, “space from me? She’s never needed space from me. I’m her big brother.”

Blake rolls her eyes at Ryan’s overprotective attitude. "You need to relax, Ryan,” she says, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "She is a grown woman now, and she’s allowed to have her own life. Just because you’re her big brother doesn’t mean you have a right to know everything she does. Hugh told you there was nothing inappropriate going on. Just leave it alone.”

Blake’s words resonate with him, and he sighes, knowing she’s right. He’s been acting like a protective older brother, but she is a grown woman now. She deserves her privacy and autonomy, even if it’s hard for him to let go.

Blake does smile at the thought before muttering under her breath. “They would be cute together though.” She walks into their kitchen getting ready to prep the kids breakfast. Ryan turns to look at Blake with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. He hadn’t been expecting her to say that, and he can’t help but be taken aback by her words. “You’re not helping.”

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You’re shopping when your phone rings. Megan pulls it out of your purse and looks at the name. Your hopes rise. Maybe it was Hugh. She passes it to you, “it’s Blake.”

You feel a pang of disappointment when you see that it’s not Hugh’s name on the caller ID, but your spirits lift when you realize it’s Blake. You take the phone from Megan and bring it up to your ear, feeling curious about why she’s calling.

“Hello, hello.” You say with a smile. You loved your sister in law dearly. Thankful you had someone to help you beat Ryan up.

Blake’s cheerful voice comes through the phone, warm and friendly as always. You can hear the smile in her voice as she greets you. "Hey! How are you doing?"

“Good. Tired and running on pure adrenaline, and crumb cookie, but I’m still here.” Blake laughs at your description of your current state, amused by your honesty and the touch of hyperbole.

"Oh, gosh," she says, her voice filled with warm understanding. "That sounds like a recipe for collapse. You’re doing too much, sweetie."

“I know right.” You agree as you walk out do the shop. Your assistant, Megan, right behind you.

Some girls gasp as you turn the corner. “Can we get a picture?!” They asked in a rushed voice. Both girls so excited to see you.

“Of course.” You drop the phone and smile with the two girls as they take a selfie with you. You wave as they leave in an excited wave. “Sorry. Got caught by some fans.”

Blake chuckles at the sound of the fans’ excited squeals and your cheerful responses. It’s moments like these that remind her of how far you’ve come since your days of singing at family get-togethers. She can’t help but feel a sense of pride at your success.

"No worries, sweetie," she says, her voice still filled with warmth. "It sounds like you’ve got quite the fan club following you. I remember when your version of ‘Frosty the Snowman’ used to be the highlight of our family gatherings."

You roll your eyes at the memory. “I still need to find that tape and burn it.” *Blake laughs heartily at your response, amused by your continued embarrassment over the memory of your childhood Christmas performances.*

"Oh, come now," she teases, her tone lighthearted. "Those tapes are pure gold. Plus, Ryan would never allow us to destroy them. Imagine the blackmail potential he has planned." You laugh with a smirk. Your own blackmail in your back pocket. “And I still have his green lantern test photos.”

Blake gasps in surprise, both surprised and amused by your revelation. She hadn’t expected you to have any dirt on Ryan, but the thought of you having blackmail material on your big brother definitely amused her.

"Oh, you sneaky little thing,” she exclaims, her voice filled with laughter. "I had no idea you had a secret weapon up your sleeve. Those green lantern test photos could be quite the leverage." “Oh I have plenty more. It’s just a little warning for him to not fuck with me.”

Blake shakes her head in amusement, imagining the look on Ryan's face if you ever decided to reveal your secret stash of blackmail material. She can't help but feel proud of you for having such leverage over your overprotective big brother.

"Speaking of him. The kids and I were heading over to the studio to grab lunch with him. You want to come along?” The offer warms your heart. If Ryan was there… Hugh would be too. “I’d love to!”

Blake's voice fills with joy as she hears your eagerness to join them. "Fantastic!" she exclaims, her tone filled with warmth. "The kids will be thrilled."

Megan drops you off at the lot. You show yourself to the studio room, and see Blake, Ryan, Hugh, and the kids.

The kids squeal with excitement as they spot you entering the studio room. They immediately break away from their parents and run towards you, calling out to you with big smiles on their faces.

Blake, Ryan, and Hugh all turn to see what the commotion is about, and their faces light up when they see you too.

Hugh can’t help but break out into a broad smile as soon as he sees you walk in. The sight of you always fills him with a mix of joy and desire, and he feels a small flutter of excitement in his chest.

Inez, the sweet and affectionate little girl, rushes up to you with her arms outstretched. She wraps them around your waist, giving you a tight hug. Her eyes light up with excitement, and a wide smile spreads across her face as she squeezes you. “See dad! I told you she was coming!”

Hugh chuckles at Inez's enthusiasm, looking amused at her excitement. He glances over at Ryan, who can't help but roll his eyes at his daughter's comment. "Well, I guess you were right, Inez," Hugh says with a smile. "Looks like your prediction came true."

You can’t help but meet his face with a wide smile. Hugh smiles back at you, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. He can’t help but feel a pang of desire as he gazes at you, especially after the last night together. But he quickly composes himself, hoping the others can’t notice the heat that’s suddenly coursing through him.

James, the observant little girl, watches Hugh’s eyes linger on you with a small smile on her face. She can’t help but feel a flutter of excitement as she imagines the two of you together, like the romance scenes she sees in her favorite Disney movies. Her imagination runs wild with thoughts of grand gestures and fairytale endings.

As you hold Inez in your arms, she clings to you with a smile on her face. She giggles and babbles as you make your way to the table where the rest of the group is seated. Blake and Ryan greet you with warm smiles, and Hugh can’t help but watch your every move with a mix of admiration and desire.

You take the seat next to Hugh. “Hey stranger.” Hugh chuckles at your greeting, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Hey yourself," he responds, his voice warm and friendly. "You’ve been hard to get ahold of lately." You shrug playing into his false words, “I told you, I stay busy. The pop star life is very demanding.”

Hugh nods in understanding, a mix of amusement and admiration in his eyes as he looks at you. "Yeah, tell me about it," Ryan says, his tone a little playful. "Too busy even for me. I thought I was on your priority list." You smile at your brother, “you wish.”

Ryan rolls his eyes and shakes his head, amused by your witty response. But there’s a hint of playfulness in his tone as he replies. "Hey, I deserve to be at the top of that list," he says, feigning hurt.

Hugh and Blake smile at your exchange with Ryan, knowing that despite the banter, there’s a strong love and bond between siblings. They watch as Ryan continues to playfully pout, clearly enjoying his moment of mock wounded pride.

As lunch was served, the group digs in with relish. The food is delicious, and everyone starts enjoying their meal. The conversation flows easily, a mix of laughter and chatter filling the air.

Your hand casually moves across the table and lands lightly on Hugh's thigh, a subtle gesture that goes unnoticed by others around you. As your fingers squeeze gently, the suggestive touch leaves no doubt about your intentions.

He manages to compose himself, trying to keep his reaction hidden from the others. But on the inside, he can't help but feel a rush of desire and excitement at your touch.

Hugh's mind drifts to the memory of the previous night, the feel of your body pressed against his and the taste of your lips on his skin. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, the memories and your proximity making it difficult to keep his desire in check.

Ryan looks to Hugh a he shifts, your remove your hand. “You alright, buddy?” Ryan asks Hugh. You turn to Hugh in fake concern.

*Hugh swallows hard, trying to maintain his cool exterior as he meets Ryan's gaze. He forces a casual smile and nods.*

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just have a bit of a stomach ache," he says, the lie slipping through his lips. The truth is, he's all too aware of your touch and the effect it's had on him. He can feel the heat rising in his cheeks, and he silently prays that none of the others notice the effect you have on him.

Ryan looks at Hugh with a hint of skepticism, unsure whether to believe the stomach ache excuse. "You look a little flushed. If you need to go lie down, we can cover for you."

Hugh shakes his head quickly, the thought of being away from you for even a moment not an option in his mind.

"No, no. I'm fine, really," he insists, his voice a bit strained. "I don't want to leave you guys." He glances at you for a moment, the connection between you making it difficult to maintain his composure.

Blake shakes her head. “No, Hugh. If you’re feeling ill go lay down. You’ve been working yourself too hard.” Blake looks to you as she speaks your name. “She’ll make sure you get to your trailer.”

Hugh hesitates for a moment, torn between the desire to stay and the desire to be alone with you. He glances at you again, silently weighing his options. He knows that if he stays, he'll be unable to keep his growing desire in check. Especially if you keep your sneaky hands going on their endless exploration.

"Are you sure?" he asks, looking at you with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. You place a hand on his shoulder. “Of course we’re sure. You need to do what’s best for your body.” Hugh takes a deep breath, the feel of your hand on his shoulder sending a shiver down his spine. "Alright," he finally concedes, rising from his seat. "I'll go lie down for a bit." You stand as well, smiling at Ryan and Blake. “I’ll be right back.”

Ryan looks at you, about to object, but Blake's firm yet calming gesture quiets him. He trusts her judgment, even if he still has his reservations about you and Hugh being alone together.

As soon as your away from their prying eyes you latch onto Hugh’s arm with a giggle. Hugh glances over at you with a grin, the feel of your hands grasping his arm sending a jolt of excitement through his body. He leans in close to you, his voice a low whisper. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he asks, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“Forcing you to act like a teenager and sneak around with me? Absolutely.” You smirk, his trailer coming into view. Hugh laughs at your comment, the sound of your voice making his heart flutter. As you reach his trailer, he unlocks the door and ushers you inside.

"You know, you're going to get us into trouble one day," he teases, his tone filled with a mix of desire and excitement. As soon as the door closes behind you, Hugh wastes no time in pinning you against the wall. His body presses against yours, and his hands roam over your curves, feeling the heat emanating from your body.

"You have no idea the effect you have on me," he growls in your ear, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck.

You trail your hand down to his middle feeling the undeniable hardened member behind his pants. “Oh, I think I do.”

Hugh lets out a low moan as your hand makes its way to his groin, confirming his arousal. He is tenses, his body responding to your touch. His hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer against him. "You're driving me crazy," he whispers, his voice a rough husk of desire. "I can barely keep myself together when you're around."

You push Hugh away, he steps back, surprised by your sudden push. He looks at you with a mixture of confusion and desire, his eyes dark with want. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice betraying a hint of frustration and arousal.

You smirk, “nothing at all.” You push him to sit on the couch in the trailer. You sit on your knees between his legs, his eyes widening as you settle between them, your actions sending a thrill through his body. He watches you with a mixture of surprise and anticipation, his breathing quickening as he imagines what you have in mind.

With confident hands, you unbuckled his belt, your fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper of his pants. The sound of the zipper was like a promise of pleasure to come. As you pulled down his pants and boxers, his thick, erect cock sprang free, straining towards you.

You gazed up at Hugh, your eyes sparkling with desire through your lashes. "May I?" you asked, your voice hoarse with anticipation.

He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Please."

You leaned forward, your tongue darting out to tease the tip of his cock. You savored the taste of him, the salty sweetness driving you wild. With one hand, you cupped his balls, massaging them gently as your mouth descended, taking him in.

Hugh's hands gripped the sofa cushions, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to maintain control. "Fuck, that's incredible," he groaned.

Your lips and tongue worked in unison, sliding up and down his length, sucking and swirling, taking him deeper with each stroke. You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth, a sign of his impending release.

"Oh God, you're amazing," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "I'm not going to last much longer."

You increased your pace, your hand stroking the base of his shaft as your mouth worked feverishly. You wanted to taste his cum, to feel his release on your tongue.

With a guttural groan, Hugh's hips thrust forward, his cock pulsating as he exploded in your mouth. You swallowed eagerly, relishing the warmth of his seed, the taste of his pleasure.

He sank back onto the sofa, his eyes closed as he savored the aftermath of his orgasm. You sat back on your heels, a satisfied smile on your face, knowing you had given him an experience he wouldn't soon forget.

You rest your head on his thigh and smile up at him, “feeling better?” Hugh laughs lightly, reaching down to run his fingers through your hair. "Much better," he replies, his voice tinged with a touch of amusement. "Thanks to you, and that mouth of yours."

As you stand, you can't help but feel a pang of reluctance. You know that your time with Hugh must come to an end, and you also know that you'll have to return to Ryan soon. However, you try to push the feeling aside, wanting to savor the moment with Hugh for as long as possible.

Despite knowing that your time together was coming to an end, Hugh reaches out to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close for a final, passionate kiss.

His lips move tenderly but firmly against yours, conveying a mixture of love and desire. As the kiss deepens, he reluctantly pulls away, their foreheads resting together for a few moments.

As a slightly teasing grin spreads across his face, Hugh reminds you, "Don’t forget about our dinner on Friday."

He can’t help the hint of excitement in his voice as he reminds you of the date you’ve both been looking forward to for so long. The prospect of a night alone together, without any need to hide or sneak around, excites him.

A sly smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you assure him, "Oh, I’ll definitely remember, don’t worry."

You hold his gaze, a hint of mischief sparkling in your eyes. The thought of your upcoming date fills you with excitement and anticipation, and you know it’s written all over your face.

As you reach the trailer door, you turn to Hugh with a playful smirk on your face. "You better call me later," you tease, your tone light but with a hint of command.

You want to hear his voice, to continue the warmth and intimate feeling of your night together. Although you don’t want to say goodbye, you know you have to.

Hugh grins at your question, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he nods in agreement. "You can count on it," he replies with a warm smile.

He watches as you move towards the door, his eyes following your every move. The thought of the promised phone call later both excites him and serves as a reassurance that your connection will continue even after parting ways.

You just had to wait for Friday.

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The loss hurt, no, worse than hurt. It ate up every little bit of light that was in his life. It was a clawing, desperate monster that sat heavy in the pit of his stomach. It squeezed his lungs, made him choke on food before it even made it to his throat, and made him sluggish and angry. He lost his ship, and that was bad enough. One of the true joys of his life, blown apart in space by the kind of spooky legends that everyone swore didn't exist, right up until they were being blasted into pieces by them.

But that wasn't the loss he was really mourning. It was only a small part. You see, there was this woman. Not just any woman, either. She was powerful, wicked smart, a little cheesy, stupid hot, a certified hero and now, she was super dead. And it was his fucking fault.

His stupid fault for being so attached to his ship that he was fully planning to go down with it when she went and did the heroic thing and pulled his ass out of the cockpit by force and crammed him into the last escape pod. She wasn't able to get inside of it herself, and he wasn't capable of pulling her in. He watched with stone cold terror as Commander Shepard was ripped away from the Normandy by an explosion with only enough time to launch his sorry butt away from the wreckage.

It should have been him. She should have gotten in the pod and left him to suffocate and burn up on atmospheric entry. She was too brave for her own good. And he was a coward.

Couldn't even tell her that he had feelings for her. Not that he was ready to admit it until she was already gone. You don't know what you've got till it's gone, blah, blah, blah.

Besides, she was out of his league by about three star systems. She was Commander Shepard, Alliance legend, total badass, and the very peak of physical performance. And he was Jeff, the totally average looking guy with creaky, fragile bones and crutches.

He couldn't imagine that Shepard could think of him like that. And he'd never know for sure now anyways. Thinking about it was a pointless exercise in making himself feel like shit, there were only losers inside his head right now.

Everything fucking sucked after she died. He got to fly the most advanced starship in the Alliance Navy, with the best crew, and the galaxy's savior for such a short time, and now the Alliance had him reassigned. If he couldn't have Shepard back - and he couldn't because she was very, very, super fucking dead - he wanted to at least fly.

Still, it wasn't the same. There was no goofy Commander making bad jokes, no shy asari scientist stumbling on accidental innuendo, not a single hardass turian, or terrifying krogan making sure no one ate a bullet planetside. Not even one sweet quarian engineer helping Adams keep the drive core balanced so Joker could pull insane maneuvers. No more interspecies cooperation. No more saving the galaxy either. It was all bullshit.

It didn't help that the Council and Alliance brass were both sticking their fingers in their ear holes and shouting, "La-la-la, I can't hear you!" over Shepard's warnings that Sovereign wasn't the only Reaper. Now that she had bitten the dust, it was even more disrespectful.

Perhaps it was a grief-addled mind that led him to jump at the opportunity, even if she would have hated it, but when he was approached by Cerberus, of all organizations, to join as a pilot in their Lazarus Cell, he went for it. They wanted to stop the Collectors, and they rebuilt the Normandy. Not just rebuilt, they made her bigger, more powerful, more beautiful. More ship to love. They even made the pilot's chair comfortable. Real leather seats, baby!

But he was lying to himself and everyone else if he told them it was just for the ship. You see, they were trying to rebuild Commander Shepard too, and that Lawson woman was certain it was going to work. Joker avoided Lawson as much as possible, she was all business, and he was sure she wouldn't hesitate to smear his carcass on the wall if he cracked any jokes about a zombie Shepard, but if she said they could bring the Commander back, he fucking believed her. And he was pretty sure it wasn't just blind optimism and desperation that made him believe her.

Mostly.

He knew he'd made the right decision when Dr. Chakwas joined on. Of course, the first thing she did was chide him for not taking his medication enough. Karin claimed that she only joined because he needed someone to make sure he was taking care of himself and managing his disease appropriately or whatever. They both knew that was a lie. They were there for one reason, and one reason only, Commander Shepard.

The new starship was just a really, really expensive bonus. Just the best bonus a guy could ever dream of getting.

Now, if he'd had his way, Joker would have thrown a resurrection day party for Shepard, complete with zombie themed cupcakes, and those little poppers that sent confetti flying everywhere. And booze. A lot of booze.

And strippers.

But something happened at the Lazarus Project labs, and God only knew what because trying to get information from Cerberus insiders was like trying to get blood from a particularly dry rock, and he didn't get the chance to set it up. She wasn't supposed to be awake yet. She was already back.

He didn't really care for drama, at least, not the kind of drama that The Illusive Man seemed to thrive on. So when he walked - or limped - into the QEC conference room on the station they were headquartered at to find Shepard finishing up her call with the big man himself (The Illusive Man, not God), he felt kind of like an asshole. Well, a worse kind of asshole than the one he already was. Sneaking up on a woman who had only been alive again for like a day and a half seemed like the worst kind of practical joke.

Her back was turned on him, but he would know that fiery red hair anywhere. He heard good ol' "Timmy" say something about someone from her old crew, and then disconnect the call. When she turned to see him a cascade of thoughts crashed into his head, and he was glad for once that he managed to keep his stupid mouth shut.

Holy shit! - It's her! - Why is her face glowing? - Do other parts of her glow? - Focus, damn it. - Quick, tell her a joke!

His brain was too busy processing all of the input and raw joy he felt knowing that she was alive to open up with a witty one-liner. It didn't matter anyways because in a split second, Shepard was crushing him in an iron grip hug. The plates of her armor dug into his skin through his uniform. It was bone breaking.

Like literally bone breaking.

"Jeff, you're alive!" She sobbed into his neck as she squeezed him mercilessly.

"Yeah, not for long if you keep squeezing me like that! The bones, remember?" He managed to gasp out as he awkwardly tried to hug her back from within the crushing weight of her grasp. Shit, he forgot how strong she was.

Shepard pulled away abruptly but kept her hands on his shoulders, "Shit, I'm so sorry. It's just … the last thing I remember is the escape pod and these assholes didn't tell me if you'd made it." She met his eyes and she was definitely crying, red-eyed, sniffling, snot, the whole shebang. He'd be embarrassed for her if he wasn't so affected by it.

And damn it, she was actually literally glowing. There were cracks in her skin, like if he got too close he might see the gooey bits underneath. And from the cracks came a strange, amber glow, similar to the light from an omni-tool. Shit, now she really looked like a superhero. Somebody needed to pinch him, because superhero Shepard was the topic of no fewer than four of his nerdiest fantasies. Some other types of fantasies too.

Shepard took her hands back and wiped her eyes with gauntleted hands. "You asshole, why'd you join Cerberus?" If she was trying to sound mad, she was doing a bad job at it. Her sobs turned to relieved laughter as he led her out of the conference room.

"Nobody else was doing anything about the Collectors threatening the colonies," he started to explain. "Besides, they brought you back, so they can't be all bad."

"Joker …" Shepard groaned.

He panicked and struggled to find words to fill the air. He settled on redirecting the conversation, and exclaimed, "They also rebuilt my baby! You're gonna love her!" Stupid. Of course she would be upset that he buddied up with Cerberus. He led her to a darkened observation window, the one that looked out over the Normandy's docking bay. He hit the window controls.

The awed gasp that she made would live rent free in his head until the day he died.

"Oh my God!" Shepard bounced up on her toes. Her eyes were wide as saucers, and just like that, her reservations were forgotten, for now at least. Just outside the new Normandy waited for her Commander. And fuck was she gorgeous. Almost twice as big as the original, she was a powerhouse of a stealth frigate. "She's beautiful! And this is my ship?"

"Hey, now, this is my baby. You can have her on weekends and every other holiday."

"The drive core must be insane! Oh, I can't wait to get in her guts and see what she can do."

This was definitely the Commander he missed - smart, funny, and into spaceships. And little too into disassembling expensive tech so she could find out what made it tick. Borderline serial killer behavior if her victims had been living beings and not guns, cleaning bots, the Mako, and at least one of her omni-tools. "Gonna have to veto that, Commander. You never put it back right."

[sitraachranovel]

Eldha the Repentant

The Bodach ducked as she entered the covered wagon. At nearly seven feet tall, she towered over the terrier-like Cinocephali. With her more sighthound-like appearance, it was plain she was not originally of them, but the robes she wore reassured any who might question her faith. Blunted claws reached into the awaiting goblet, the pure water sizzling on her finger tips and upon her shoulders and behind her ears as she dabbed it in the gesture of Azrael, the Angel of Death, and their object of worship. The water tingled on her tongue when she licked the last few drops from her fingers, and bowed reverently to the effigy of the winged figure in the back. Settling down before it, she lit the prepared incense and leaned forward to pick up the small mallet and tap the bell suspended beneath the shrine, letting others outside the wagon know that she was about to engage in her daily meditation.

Sitting cross-legged, hands folded in prayer, her ear twitched towards the entryway behind her.

"You may enter," she said, without opening her eyes. Her voice was gentle, deep and warm, if a bit stoic. Her nose had told her who it was that had approached long before she had arrived at the flap of the wagon. "I do not mind."

Saga hesitated, but eventually slipped inside, folding the tarps behind her as neatly as she could. The small flames of the many lamps and covered candles kept the interior warm, the haze from the incense was sweet and spicy like a hot, floral, tea. The windows had been covered by sheets and the walls were draped in fetishes made of dried flowers and the preserved bodies of small birds, the copper bells weighing them down tinkled softly like windchimes when she brushed passed. The human fidgeted for a bit, preparing to turn and retreat back outside, when the Bodach spoke once more.

"You may sit, if you like. You must have many questions. It would not trouble me to provide answers."

Saga came to settle down on the quilted pad next to her, shifting so that she was mimicking her position with her legs folded beneath her. 

"What are you doing?" she asked, at length, voice a whisper as if speaking much louder might break the sanctity of the space around her. "If... it's alright to ask."

"Meditating," the dog-headed woman replied. "Do you know what it is to meditate?"

Saga shook her head, before realizing Eldha hadn't opened her eyes once since she stepped into the wagon. "No. What... what exactly is it?"

"A ritual of a kind. One to reassert tranquility to a troubled mind and burdened body. And a communion with Azrael, our Lord Angel. It is a reflection of the peaceful Death we all hope for in this world. A way to manifest it when the time comes. Or so I have been told."

Saga, once again, fidgeted, fumbling with the cuff of her pants. "You're so different from the others," she said, at length, unable to think of anything more constructive to say.

Eldha opened her eyes. "Am I?"

Saga's jaw clenched and was fearful she had stumbled upon the wrong question. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for that to sound disrespectful."

"Not at all," reassured Eldha, her long snout dipping in her direction as she turned her head to speak. "It is true. I am not originally of the Cinocephali. My home was with a Barghest clan who travelled the southern Wastes of the First Circle."

"I'm sorry but I'm not sure what the difference might be between a 'Barghest' and a 'See-note-cephally'? Is that what you said?"

Eldha's hands fell to her lap. "There are three main types of Bodach. The Barghest, the Cinocephli, and the Sharhurster. The Barghest are my people. We are tall and swift and as devoted to our faith as any other Bodach, even if it is quite different from the Sharhuster and the Cinocephali. Our deity is more of a... spirit than an actual manifestation of Ein Sof. Our leaders are called 'Omens', rather than 'Bishops'. At one time, I was intended to be an Omen."

Saga's eyebrows rose and she hesitated to ask for her to continue, sensing that it might be a sensitive topic for her. But eventually, the Bodach continued, taking her time as always.

"Omens are the only members of the pack that can understand the mind of Fatuu, our deity. He shares his intent and dreams with us, to guide us through the Wastes to our next feast. But, one day, Fatuu spoke to me. He showed me a vision of the current Omen defying his guidance by leading us through a dangerous portion of the Wastes, a portion overrun with Edenblight. Greater Demons hold no immunity against it. We are as affected by it as humans, even if some may tell you otherwise. And, Bodachs may be harbingers of Death, but we do not inflict it upon others, much less each other. Death is to be earned. It is a reward for a life well-lived, and not to be given so freely. I tried to stop him, but it was to no avail. In the violence, I misstepped and the two of us went tumbling over a ridge. His body broke my fall, but my fall had broken him..."

"Oh... I'm so sorry."

"As murder is considered the gravest of sins, I was marked." She pointed to the scar criss-crossing her forehead. "And abandoned. I travelled for days, trailing behind them, hoping for scraps, for some kindness from those whom I once loved and who loved me. Even my daughter was kept from me... Eventually, I could do nothing else but surrender. My fight was over, but it wasn't all for nothing... I tried to take solace in the understanding that they only did what they thought was right. And that I had won my pack's, and my daughter's, survival so that they may one day earn their proper Death as well. And so I laid down in the dirt, attempting to make peace with myself while I waited for the Auspice Holem to take me into her arms..." She frowned.

"And then the Cinocephali found you?"

"When I opened my eyes and saw them standing over me, I was taken aback by the realization of something that defied everything that had ever been instilled in me since I was a child." She frowned, her eyes fixed on the shrine. "I was... afraid."

"Afraid?"

Eldha nodded. "Of dying. I was so overcome with relief when it was not the arms of Holem who had come to hold me, but those of Mattheus and the others. So overcome that I felt ashamed that it was not yet my time after all. Nonetheless, I was grateful and as repayment, I dedicated my life to learning their ways, becoming an honorary Cinocephalus."

Saga took a moment to absorb this, unable to articulate anything further, before something finally came to mind."Does Fatuu ever speak to you any more?"

Eldha's blue eyes returned to the effigy of the winged, vaguely human, figure mounted upon its bed of flowers. "Yes. In a way. I have not had a vision in some time, but I find Azrael's words guidance enough." She reached for a book bound in thick leather to pass it to Saga. Odd runes were inscribed on the cover in ornate script. "I have found that the two are much the same."

Saga took the heavy book into her lap and unlatched it to slowly flip through and observe the small, delicately written, lettering. The illustrations were rare, though highly detailed and vivid with bright, mismatched colors that probably made more sense to the eyes of the canine Bodach than to a human. Azrael was depicted as having many forms; a dog-headed angel with the body of a man, a great and terrible figure with many, black, wings and a skeletal face, a scythe gripped in one clawed hand, and something like a star with several gold rings encircling it, wreathed, once again, in the ever-present, feathered, wings. Studying the pages left Saga with more questions than she had opportunity to ask at that moment. Angels were not gods, were they? And Demons could hardly look upon them without going blind...

With so many mysteries now unfolding in her mind, Saga decided to remain focused on learning more about Eldha herself. "So, do you like it with the Cinocephali? Do you ever miss your family?"

"Of course, but Matteus and the others treat me well. As though I am no different from themselves..." The corners of her mouth drew back in a subtle smile. "Even if I am summoned more often than not to reach for things on the highest shelf. It's the least I can do to repay their kindness."

Saga smiled back, and returned the book. "I'm afraid I can't read this," she said. "But thank you for showing it to me."

"It stands to reason that you cannot yet read, my child," replied Eldha, accepting the tome back into her hands. "Would you like to learn?"

The human looked up at her and blinked, dark eyes wide. "Would you teach me?" she asked, with some incredulity, as if the Bodach were offering a precious gift she did not feel entitled to.

Eldha nodded. "It is a long way to Shaa Edan, and such knowledge will surely prove invaluable once you arrive there." Her smile broadened a little more. "As well, it will do to pass the time."

[instant-angel-chaos]

It was unfair that his lips found hers before she was offered an explanation. To anything. Yet there was no pause nor hesitation in the way her lips parted, practically melting against him. Claws tightened into his clothes harder, threatening to tear something soon. She huffed, as if his response wasn't enough for her. It worked in Ernest's favor that the demon had always been forgiving - even when nothing he could've said as a defense would've been enough for her. She simply wanted- no, needed, him too much. Too much for logic or reason. Too much to form a coherent thought; not when his mouth trailed to give her the attention she had been aching for, all the while he was saying words to fog up her mind.

What? What guys- a frustrated groan got caught in her throat, causing her breath to hitch at the way he was devoting his attention and affection to her neck. Countless of men were 'disrespectful' to her at her job - so much so that she had stopped remembering them a long time ago. It was beyond her that he clearly had not. "What- Why?" she found her voice after a bit of struggling, her tone still coated with sharp annoyance. Had he killed them out of jealousy, of possessiveness over her? Her? Ruth's mind was way too tangled up to make of sense of the concept. She was simply hooked on the fact it had taken him all day to get back to her; his sweet promises to make it up to her were working to ease her mind. He was here now, with her. Finally.

In the midst of her still very much evident annoyance the demon had to practically yank her neck away from Ernest to gain some space. Space she needed only to find balance again, direct her attention towards him. Oh, how much she needed to offer all her undevoted admiration and attention towards him. Right now. Or she would simply just lose it. She rewarded him with a kiss of her own, impatient teeth nipping at his lower lip in the midst of her labored breathing. "You're here," she murmured, moreso convincing herself of that fact. Finally, her hands unclenced from the grip they had on his clothing - somewhat sure that he wasn't going to leave her now. They were quick to reach behind the man's neck to pull him closer to her. Sharp, elongated nails struggled to stay careful, resulting in a short whine into their kiss.

"I need to-" Feed. She kissed his jaw, tiptoeing to reach the crook of his neck in return. "Everything aches and- And I need to.. To-" words were lost on her as her attention shifted to focusing on each lingering kiss; all tongue and teeth and breathy words against his skin. "I need you." Ruth wasn't pleading, she was demanding.

[ open starter — Ruth DeWitt ]

Open to: all! Mutual and non-mutual, all genders (please be 18+ to interact!)

Connection: any you see fit! Fwb, dating, one night stand etc

Plot: based loosely around this and this vibe — general obsession on her part, being overwhelmed with emotions and not knowing how to deal with it. Maybe your muse has been busy or ignoring her on purpose, your call!

Why on Earth were they not answering? It had been way too long without hearing from them — and just today alone Ruth had been blowing up their phone with calls and messages for hours on end. She needed to see them. Now, not later. Or the consequences may be unpleasant for all parties involved.

Ruth had been lucky enough to find the right people to guide her when she needed it; she learned from early on that sex is what kept her in order most of the time. If she wanted to maintain feeling well it was that or feeding off of souls — she'd rather not do the latter. However, this was exactly why she couldn't go without her share of physical attention for too long. She needed it in order to not spiral completely. It was necessary.

Yet, here the demon sat. On the side of her bed, one leg anxiously bouncing and a phone in her hand. The nails of her other were digging into her palm painfully; elongated and inhumanly tough. Her eyes pooled with red.

[ text ]: answer me

[ text ]: please i need you to take this seriously

[ text ]: i need you

[ text ]: come over

Letting out a frustrated grunt, Ruth tossed her phone to the ground. Her chest heaved, crossing her arms around her figure and folding down the middle as if she had a bad stomach ache. It was much worse than that. She rocked back and forth hopelessly in an effort to ease the rising urges; the demon needed to be satisfied somehow. And she didn't know how long she had before it would overtake her.

[c-atm]

Cracked Steven Au

This is an original take on the Cracked Steven Au. So please bare with me..Hope you enjoy @holypicklekidcroissant

The sound thumping of the stairs stirred Connie from her rest causing her to groan as she rubbed the sleep out her eyes. Turning to the clock on the nightstand seeing it was 3:21 in the morning, she let free a small sigh of annoyance, when she heard the front door shut close.Turning to her window she saw a sight she's unfortunately, becoming accustomed too.

She rose from her bed quickly putting on a blue bomber jacket over her flannel pajamas before picking up a pink Letterman from the closet floor.

Just in case he could feel cold tonight.

There was no need to chase, she couldn't  catch up while he was actively zooming to the place he always seemed to go. She whistled into the night and waited. It was a whole ten seconds before Lion's pawed steps rounded from the corner of her home. She turned to her left, seeing the second lifelong friend walk up to her, a crystal lizard in his mouth. She giggled as the beast dropped his meal in offering, before nuzzling into her collarbone.No double sensing how distressed she was.

She wrapped her arms around the pink beast before kissing his jaw. "Thank you, Lion. It'll be ok." She let the beast go rubbing under his jaw with her right hand. "We gotta get to Steven. You know where, right?" 

Lion gave an affirmative snarl before moving from her hand and lowering his hand for her to get on. He stood up straight, when he felt her securely mounted and gave a roar creating a portal of pink and white in front of them. They leapt into the warp with no hesitation.

Steven sat at the edge of the fountain, his legs and arms crossed as he stared at the statue of Rose Quartz, shame in his eyes. He sighed in a distorted voice at the visage. “My diamond, please allow me a little ease."  He clenched his five clawed hands into fist. It was then he heard the sound of a portal opening behind him. He didn’t turn to acknowledge it, he knew who was coming, he kept forward eyes on the statue. 

He didn’t react when she stepped up beside him and sat down on his right side.  He tried to ignore the twist in his heart at the natural smell of her. Kept his snarl down as he glanced at her knee to chest, slightly messy haired form. She was more than appealing to him but it was inappropriate. Their stations were too different.

 He was a representative for Homeworld, a member of ‘Rose Diamond court. She was, from what he could tell from his memories and interactions, A human ambassador of some sort. She was important enough to talk directly to his commanders Garnet, Amethyst, and Pearl...To the Diamonds themselves and tell them he was under her direct surveillance until further notice and to have all six agree without argument.That at least, solidified that her standing was higher than his. 

His vivid, impassioned thoughts of her  were unwanted and disrespectful.

“Nice night. Gotta admit, the fountain always looks most enchanting when it’s reflecting the moon.”

Steven nodded at her off handed comment, fighting the rapid beating in his chest. “Yes, it does.”

Silence returned between the two as Connie glanced at the person beside her. The person, who at any other time would be her Mister, but now was someone far off from her Jambae, mentally and physically. 

His tan pink skin with visible splinter markings, which ran hotter than usual, his overall height was that of Garnet and mass just a little more than Pearl’s. His hair was now a black and pink streaked combination that fell to his nape. His eyes were glassy rose lenses with only the slightest appearance of an iris and pupil in them. His gem..

Her fist clenched at the thought of his gem.. It was cracked. Someone got close enough to crack him and the culprit has yet to be found.. Though you couldn’t tell. It was seemingly untouched and perfect condition..Until you get closer. There five spider thin splinters from the gem face would be visible. Five splinters filled with some kind of hardened goo, holding the pink diamond together, keeping him alive, but fragmenting and mixing up his memories every time he sleeps. A switch between five personas, a correlation with each crack.

 R&D have been trying to find a solution that didn’t involve cracking again the gem to remove the unwanted pieces for two main reasons. One, no one wants to see Steven wither in pain like that, ever again, and two, the gem itself was slowly losing its brilliance and becoming more fragile as time passes. Things they starved off using diamond essence baths. Which unfortunately, also was the cause of the goo hardening to its current point 

A weight on the road to recovery.

‘Speaking of which, his gem is looking a bit dim.’ Connie thought with worry. She stood up  taking off her jacket before stepping into the fountain cool diamond infused water. Once she was waist length she sat down, facing the blushing, bewildered hybrid. “Come join me.” She gave him a sweet smile raising a hand toward him.

Steven stood up in attention at her gentle command, a soldier to his commander. He removed his black shirt and blue jeans, throwing them to the side, showing the darkish red splinters like marks that seeped from the gem on to his skin racing only a few inches in each direction but was prominent enough to see even at their two meter distance. He walked in trying to hide the shivers as he felt the essence begin to do its job as the red seemed to slowly retreat into the gem, giving it’s luminescence back. He swam towards the woman ignoring the sensation, fully focused on the order he received. He was caught off guard when she  met him midway ,grabbing his hand and pulling him close, before laying him down, his head upon her chest when her hands locked around his.

“Ms.Connie?” 

"He felt embarrassed at his own voice and the meekness that came from it, despite not being able to help it. He looked up as her, the woman's hair falling from each of her sides, brushing his ears, shadowing their faces from the moon

“Just Connie...What brought you out here tonight?” 

Her question threw him off balance, as did her concern look.

“It..It was nothing important.” guilt thick in his voice. “What of you?”

“I heard you leave our home…”

“Your home.” The hybrid corrected

“Our home.” She retorted pointedly. “ In a hurry.” She sighed. “You can talk to me, you know that, right?”

“I appreciate the concern, but please..Do not fret yourself over me.”    

She bit back a groan at his apologetic laugh. This persona, Soldier; she inwardly referred to him as, was polite and structured, but so guarded about his own wants, needs, and troubles. It made it hard to really connect with him. Though, there is a way to get him to loosen his lips.

“Steven, Why have you left base, in the darkness of the night to this fountain?” 

She hated how he stiffened almost in shame at her commanding tone,..She hated giving him a command, but it was necessary, and she hated that fact as well. 

“I...Had a memory..Of my cracking.” Fear and defeat evident in his voice as he reached towards his gem.

“Did.. Did you see who did it?” She wished she didn’t sound so eager, but  the perpetrator identity was something she had been waiting for. 

“I did, but I did not recognize such a jagged cut gem.” He trembled as the memory of a spiked fist colliding with his gem played back in his mind. “If you can call such a thing a gem.”

‘.. A gem mutant? A gem mutant did this?’ Connie held him tighter, feeling his discomfort. Her left hand meeting his right cheek in a gentle stroke as she gently laid her head on top of his crown.”It’s ok, you’re safe Steven.”

. .He relaxed and felt a heavier weight on his chest. “I’m sorry for dragging you out of your slumber-.”

“Don’t you dare apologize.” The woman interrupted fire in her cool voice. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I’m here for you, always.” She kissed the top of his crown, feeling him grab her hand in surprise.  

“Ms.Connie?” Wonder in his voice.

“Just Connie.” She offered.

“I couldn’t. Your station is higher than mines.”

“We’re equals I’ve told you that before.” She did, so many times since this happened. “That has always been the nature of our relationship.”

“...How long have we known each other?” 

Connie couldn’t help but feel protective over ‘Soldier’. With his voice low and full of modest shyness; she couldn’t help but be reminded of kid Steven. “ You know that already.” She teased.” Eight years.”

He said nothing letting that bit of info set in. “You were aware of me since I was a pebble?” 

She wanted to laugh...but his terms, mannerisms...The surprise and pride in his voice...It was all evident to how mixed up he was, and it shattered her heart. “We’ve been together since we were kids.”  Her voice held her sorrow. “We’ve always been close...There was never a time we were less than the best of friends.”

“...Is that why you call me ‘Bisky’?” 

She nodded. “It is. It’s my term of endearment for you and you alone.”

“I...I find that hard to believe.” Quietly, he lowered his head. It was too good to believe, an organic gem like him having a close relationship with someone like her. “I want to believe, but my memories says different.” 

“It’s not your fault, Bisky, you're the victim in this.”Connie nuzzled close to him, trembling as she did. 

He hated the feel of her tears and hated himself more for causing them.

[astertataricvs]

Muzan Kibutsuji x Reader || Serve me

Muzan was in his other appearance which is his woman form. He opted to wander off during the night to hunt some humans again to slay and devour. Being in his woman appearance would be easy since men were invariably hungry for women. Since he doesn't want to draw any attention of people in the streets where he can kill them in an instant, hence the efficient option to hunt is being a woman whereas he can lure them out in a dark alleyway and began to annihilate and devour them.

The red-eyed demon easily allured an old man who reeks in alcohol. His face immediately scrunched when the scent of the man hits his nose. If he wasn't in the middle of the streets were humans were passing by, he wouldn't hesitate to stab this man's heart and gorge him. The old man kept on talking gibberish as for Muzan, he was getting impatient to haul him in the alleyway, not bothering to listen to an insignificant human that he despises the most.

When the two reach his destination, the old man swiftly pinned him on the wall and subsequently sniffed his neck. Muzan was disgusted at this human actions, especially how he stared at him with a lustful gaze. The demon was enraged, he doesn't like someone touching him specifically without his permission. The man slipped his hands under his kimono and rubbed his inner thighs. Muzan wasn't even fazed to what the drunk man was doing to him. If a normal woman was in his position, he bet that she's shivering in fear and shouting for help. However, this is Muzan we were talking about! He can eliminate anyone with just his bare hands! No one can ever frighten him!

Now that no one is around and it's just the two of them, he gradually lifts his hand and sharpened his nails, veins were protruding on the back of his hand and was about to decapitate the man's neck when,

"Oi! What the hell are you doing?!" You rebuked and throw a pebble on the drunkard's cheek.

The man who was about to do nasty things to Muzan was disrupted when he felt a pebble thrown at him. He whipped his head to glance at you and glared once he sights your little body.

"Oi, you little girl! How dare you interrupt our session?!" The man yelled fiercely as he speedily walks closer to you. You stepped backwards and prepared yourself in a combat position.

"Don't you dare step any closer, I warn you," your voice laced with virulence, even the first demon recognized it.

Muzan was profoundly infuriated, first, he was touched by a low life's filthy hands and lastly, you interrupted from killing his prey! The red-eyed demon was enraged, he can feel his blood boil due to his indignation and irritation to the mere humans in front of him. Muzan opted to kill the two of you but halted in his tracks when the man suddenly hurled at his direction. The leader of the demons effortlessly evaded the man's body who was thrown on the trash cans, causing an uproarious sound to reverberate in the alleyway.

Muzan's eyebrows creased and promptly turned his head to peer at you whose fixing the kimono and huffed due to your exhaustion from throwing the man and giving him a piece of his lesson.

"Hey, are you okay, miss?" Your sweet and angelic voice resounded in his ears. He was looking at you keenly from head to toe and was bewildered about how you contrived to throw him despite your small figure.

Muzan only grimaced at you and was about to trudge towards you but you already beat him to it. You were giving him a tender and sincere smile that he hadn't seen in all of his life. Although he was living in Japan for about thousands of years, this is the very first time someone smiled at him albeit you just met him today.

"Did he do something inappropriate to you? Did he go that far? Do you want me to kill him instead?" Muzan was surprised. A human was asking him to kill her fellow human despite that you're not even a demon like him. Normal people, specifically you who was just a normal girl with peculiar strength doesn't have any resolution to annihilate their same race. Except if you're a criminal though. But scrutinizing your features, you seem not to be the type of girl who would kill people. Your eyes were glittering with innocence and your face was too angelic to even do that kind of thing.

But what if... you're an angel in disguise?

"Hey, miss, are you really alright?" You asked once again then tilt your head to look at the gorgeous woman in front of you.

"Yes, and I didn't need your help," he sternly said then gaze at you with austere eyes.

Sighting the woman's eyes, you can't help but be mesmerized. It was the same shade as the colour of blood and it was flickering in the moonlight while staring at your (colour) orbs. You were awed by her beauty thus you can sense the aura of sophistication and jurisdiction she was effusing.

"Well, I'm glad that he didn't do anything to you! I'm happy that I made it on time!" You chirped and leaned your face closer to hers which you can vividly see the beautiful plum red eyes of hers. Muzan was furious at your doing, that's why he doesn't like humans since they do not know the place where they should be at.

"Get away from--"

"You have beautiful red eyes," you said in amazement while staring intently at the enticing eyes she has.

You were completely unaware that this woman in front of you was actually a man in disguise and you don't have any clue what he was competent of. You were fortunate enough that he hasn't slaughtered you yet despite that he was boiling in fury.

Before Muzan can lacerate your face with his claws. You immediately skipped back and bestow him your luminous smile.

"You're really pretty, miss! I bet you're also handsome if you transformed into a man! I would definitely fall in love with you!" You giddily said then giggled.

The ruthless demon was unimpressed at your statement. He only stared at you with impassiveness and repulsiveness. He doesn't want to hear it from a human who he resents with passion. On the contrary, Muzan's indignation dwindled a bit. Although you complimented him with sincerity, it doesn't change the fact that he wanted to kill and eat you this instant. But as soon as he approached you, you suddenly showed him a piece of paper. Muzan isn't interested in what you want to give him, the only thing swirling in his head is to execute you. No human can communicate to him nor be amiable towards him.

"Miss, if you wanted some skin care products and makeups, you can visit our shop!" You put the paper on her hands and smiled widely at her. "I'll wait for you there!" You skipped backwards then wave your hands, saying goodbye to her. Then momentarily, you run away without listening to what she was going to say. You're in a rush so you don't have any time to hear her out. Your intuition tells you that you're going to meet her soon.

Muzan read the writings on the paper and shred it into pieces. He glared at the path of the alleyway and turned his heels to leave the loathsome place. When he was about to leave, he saw the man's body lying with the waste scattered around him. The red-eyed demon clicked his tongue in irascibility and quickly sliced off his neck. He won't pass the filthy things he did to him. So much for eating the old fart, he doesn't want to tarnish his tastebuds with some human who was smeared with garbages.

"Akaza," he called out into nothingness but the said man hastily appeared beside him.

"Yes, Muzan-sama?" He kneeled in front of his master.

"Take this thing out here, eat it if you want to."

"Right away, Muzan-sama," he bowed and stood up to clear the man out of his master's sight. Akaza witnessed what happened between you and his master. The upper moon three demon was livid about how the way you communicated to the leader of the demons. He was only restraining himself to assault and eradicate you in an instant. Even if he doesn't like to kill women, he won't exempt you since you're being discourteous to the red-eyed man. However, he doesn't want to disrespect Muzan and he knows that if he interposed, he would probably be dead.

"Muzan-sama, do you want me to kill that insolent woman in your place?" He asked with conviction.

Subsequently, the said man scratched his face which caught him off guard. Blood was trickling on his face as Muzan flashed him his utmost menacing glare. Akaza's body shivered upon sighting how treacherous his master was. Bloodlust was exuding in his body as he squeezed his grip on his neck thus his red eyes were glistening ferociously.

"Don't you dare lay a finger on her, Akaza. She is mine to kill, understood?!" He snarled and malevolence was evident in his tone. The upper moon merely nodded to which Muzan instantly released him and turned his back.

"Get that human out of my sight, now!" He commanded and without any words, Akaza speedily obeyed the red-eyed demon, not wanting to kindle his temper.

● ● ●

Standing outside the shop, you were sweeping the dust and dirt in front of your workplace. It's been two weeks since you encountered that elegant lady from that night. You wondered how she was doing and if she read the paper you have given her. You really wished that she would come in your workplace, she really is a beauty you had ever laid your eyes on.

After you finished sweeping, you sighed. You turned your heels to enter the shop but,

"Hey." You paused upon hearing that familiar velvety voice. Looking over your shoulder, there you saw the woman that you've been anticipating for weeks. Your eyes shone and quickly discarded the broom in your hands, too delighted to even return it to its respective place.

"Hi, there! I'm really glad that you came! I thought you forget about it." You beamed her your sweet smile and the woman who you still haven't got her name smiled faintly at you.

"May I talk to you?"

"Oh, sure! But where?" The woman beckoned you to follow her and you gladly complied. As the two of you reach some random alleyway, you feel déjà vu all of a sudden. You also met her in the alleyway, does she likes walking to some crappy path?

"What do you want to talk about?" You inquired and the pretty woman turned her heels to face you. Seconds of waiting for her to reply, you grew impatient as the red-eyed woman stared at you with an iniquitous smirk. You were confused to why she was smirking, you were about to ask her again when suddenly her body started to boil like hot water and her face was thawing.

You gasped upon sighting a peaky scene unfolds before your eyes. Eyes widen ever so widely as the woman's face began melting and shifting to its inherent visage. As seconds ticked, the face of the woman was changed into a manly one. The man in front of you has the same colour as the woman's eyes and he has curly black hair. You studied his appearance; the kimono was altered into a suit that was extravagant for you to afford, his plum red eyes blazed in the dark as his lips curved into a sinister smile.

For some anonymous reason, you feel intimidated by his appearance. Your mind was in chaos and you wondered where the woman went. But after witnessing the gruesome scene, you deemed that this man standing across from you was the same woman you met from that night. They have similar eyes that you won't ever forget, those stunning plum red eyes that mesmerized you were still there.

"W-Who are y-you?" You manage to ask him despite the lump stuck inside your throat. The fancy man ambled, closing the distance you had and halted once he was satisfied at the gap.

"I still won't forget the contumelious attitude you bestowed me that night. And before I can tell you my name, let's see if you can maintain the blood I'll give you," he devilishly smirked and slashed your neck with his sharp nails.

You gasped at the pain he induces to you and momentarily, you can feel a searing sensation within your neck. Your hands started to shake and tears cascade on your cheeks due to the excruciating pain inside your neck. Your breathing ragged and frantically inhaled some air, however, the agonizing pain was hindering you to breathe and it was smothering you to death. You feel like you're gonna die and you saw your body oscillating like what you have seen from what happened to the woman. Is your appearance going to change just like him?

Due to the intense pain, you grovelled on the ground and choking for some air. You looked at the man who was eyeing you without any mercy evident in his eyes, he was staring at you as if you're kind of garbage he doesn't want to sight.

You didn't know what he did to you, the only thing that you recalled is when he scratched your neck then you started to feel a burning sensation. You can't handle the pain anymore, you only cried in despair as tears relentlessly fell.

Then afterwards of enduring, your vision starts to blurred and darkness consumes your wellbeing.

After the gruesome scenario, Muzan was slightly amazed, perceiving that you survive from his blood albeit you have a diminutive body. There are some's who died because of just giving them a few amounts of the blood of his, they were even more potent than you and have a huge body but they didn't even endure his blood.

Muzan extorts a light chuckle then carried your motionless body in his arms. Your (colour) hair turned into red ones and complexion become paler than it was before. He eyed your dormant face then scoffed.

"You're going to serve me from now on, (Name)."

The reason why he knows your name is because he ordered Akaza to spy on you. In those two weeks, his mind battled whether he would kill you in an instant or turn you into a demon. In the end, he chose the latter since there is a possibility that you will die from his blood or nevertheless persevere. But he was very amused that you survive from the excruciating pain.

Nonetheless to say, from now on, your life will start to change and serve the leader of the demons, Kibutsuji Muzan.

[littlemisssquiggles]

Little Red Headcanons: Ruby’s Big Bad Boyfriend II

Okie dookie, so I guess I’m writing headcanons for Ruby Rose now too. As some of you might know, I recently shared a headcanon post highlighting the prospect of Ruby gaining a love interest inspired by the Big Bad Wolf from the Little Red Riding Hood fairytale.

It was met with some good reception. Thanks everyone! Including an essay response by @yellow-eyed-green-crocodile​ This sequel post will be my response to Yellow’s comments.

Yellow Comments:

“…Rather than him being a coward like that, and since you made him up as a frend of Neon’s, wouldn’t it be cooler if he was actually a good person, even if he does have that pimp attitude? This is just my opinion, though, but it makes him more human, in a way. Plus, we already had the traitorous coward, and that was Lionheart.

The Big Bad Wolf, in all of his stories (that I know of) would use charisma and trickery, though, so wouldn’t it be better if the show would highlight how those traits could be used in a positive manner?

Like, charisma can be his personality trait, that he uses to get chicks, but he also uses the qualities of the wolf in his figjting style, like using words and comments to distract his opponent, and planning out and using different moves in order to make his enemy think that he is about to do something, but actually have something completely different in mind.

Dante’s flaw could be his overconfidence. He is so used to getting what he wants, that, when he is put in an unexpected situation (for example, Ruby Rose), he doesn’t know what to do an puts up a front, but, if the scenario gets too uncertain, he becomes angry and may lash out, just like the Big Bad Wolf.

I think you said that he is a mix between the Big Bad Wolf and the Huntsman, so I think that we could give a bit of an idealistic side to him, almost naive. What I mean is that, while he likes women and to pick them up, he is not just some perverted brat, but someone who genuinely cares about the people he meets. I’m thinking the main character from Outlaw Star, if you ever heard of or watched that anime. The main character is a big pervert, but with a heroic heart. In Dante’s case, couple that with some light anger issues (because Big Bad Wolf) and we have a lovable character (in my opinion). He could be a big tsundere for Ruby, and his every interaction with her would make her laugh, which would get on Oscar’s nerves. That would be kind of cute, kind of like the comedic scenes from old 90s anime.

I’m sorry for overwriting your character like that and I hope I didn’t seem rude for doing it. I just wanted to give my two cents on a character like him…”

 Squiggles Answers:

‘Sup Yellow. Nah you’re fine m;dude. You didn’t come off disrespectful or rude at all (you never do to be honest so hakuna matata). You’ve certainly humanized the Dante character a lot more than I did and I like quite that.

Usually the Big Bad Wolf is the villain of the Little Red Riding Hood fairytale. So to see a version of him in another medium that’s actually more of a good guy would be a fascinating twist. Your idea actually makes reconsider an alternative concept I had for the Dante character that I didn’t include in the original headcanon post. So I guess this goes out to you, fam. 

Let’s say… Dante could be your titular bad boy womanizer type with a hot streak. The type of guy fathers warn their daughters to steer clear of since he’s known to be a ruiner of the sweet girls and a breaker of hearts, y’know what I mean? A problem child. The local attitude problem. Another beast to be tamed through the care and appreciation of a kind hearted beauty like Ruby Rose. Maybe.

I can see Dante characterized as a younger watered down version of Adam Taurus WITHOUT all the elements that made him problematic to fans and the detrimental unhappy ending to his story. Let’s say, despite being a prince at Atlas Academy and a strong huntsmen, Dante secondarily exhibits all the warning signs of a master manipulator fueled by his own selfishness and greed. Like there are two sides to him and the one he normally gives off in public is the side that causes others to become intimidated by him.

It is this side that raises many red flags with Blake Belladonna. And out of concern for Ruby (since Dante has shown interest in her), the Faunus girl tries to warn her about Dante’s ‘type’. So right out the gate, Dante is labelled as a bad person. The big bad wolf.

But in a surprising twist, Dante, like you imagined, isn’t such a bad person. He’s just another child from a very privileged background who is forced to act a certain way as a means of adhering to the responsibilities and burdens of someone with his family name. 

Let’s say the Alarick Family are a long line of powerful men who grow up to become influential leaders who govern their respective fields with an iron fist. Dante, as the current heir, is no exception to his longstanding rule and he’s constantly placed under heavy pressure from his grandfather to be the type of man he believes all men should be.

Tough. Charismatic. Analytical. Calculating. Knows all the right ways how to get others beneath him to bend to his whim since the Alarick philosophy is that all men are pawns to be used to get them ahead. 

Long story short, Dante is often usually misunderstood due to many things about him from his family prestige to even his blatant anger management issues he suffers with (which his family refuses to get him treated for; preferring to cover it up most of the time).

That’s one version of this idea. If not the troubled rich kid concept then perhaps Dante could be a troubled kid who bares old skeletons in his closest since he was stripped away from his abusive family household as a kid and has been bounced around foster care for most of his life until deciding to join the huntsmen academies in an attempt to make something of himself. 

What if…growing up, Dante was mostly treated as a ruthless, conniving monster given where he came from. So he sought the huntsmen lifestyle since huntsmen and huntresses are seen as heroes. Good people. And that’s what Dante desired to be seen as. Someone good capable of doing good things in spite of his crappy start to life. Huh. Now that I think about, I’m sort of making a case for Dante to have Qrow’s approval since he knows what it’s like to be young and dealt a poor hand. Whether that means he’d be open to his youngest niece dating a guy that reminds him too much of himself especially at that age. Hmmm…that’s a curious question to ask.

Moving on---let’s say, like a wolf, Dante is a loner at heart. Despite being one of the most dedicated students at Atlas Academy, Dante is often seen alone. He even refuses to spend time bonding with his teammates since he prefers to stay far from others; out of fear of possibly being hurt or hurting them, 

Now this is making me consider Dante being one of the two unknown members of Team FNKI as a small fanon headcanon. I know I already gave him the surname Alarick in his other counterpart but since this is a different interpretation of the Big Bad Boyfriend Dante character, let’s give him a different name so there’s a difference between the two ideas.

So Dante Alarick would be the wolf in sheep’s clothing version of the Big Bad Boyfriend from the original post and this new version----the more humanized Big Bad Boyfriend will be named…let’s stick with the first name as Dante but change his last name. 

This version shall be dubbed Dante Ingouf. ‘Ingouf’ is a name meaning ‘the wolf of the God Ing; a warrior’.

So let’s say…in this new interpretation, Dante Ingouf is one of the remaining members of Team FNKI. That ties into my original concept of Ruby meeting Dante through Neon Katt. 

Dante could be the lone wolf of Team FNKI who Neon notices might have a little thing for Ruby and she tries to set the two up or something like that. And since Dante is meant to draw inspiration from the Big Bad Wolf, let’s make this version of him a wolf Faunus. 

One of my headcanons for Team FNKI is that Flynt is the only human leading a predominantly Faunus team. 

Perhaps it could be part of the Faunus discriminatiory culture of Atlas where, even at the huntsmen training academies, the Faunus weren’t allowed to be leaders of their own teams. So it’s an awkward situation where Flynt was only made leader cause he’s human; not cause of his own merits. 

It could even be a thing where Neon is the only Faunus on FNKI who actually gets along well with Flynt. So basically Neon is Flynt’s best friend and partner on the FNKI team since she’s the one who looks out for him the most in their group. 

This helps tie into the fact that I totally ship Flynt and Neon which fits into my headcanon about the two secretly being a couple but are forced to keep the true nature of their relationship under wraps since, despite being genetically compatible, human and Faunus interracial-interspecies relationships are heavily frowned upon in Atlas; as much as the Faunus themselves. 

Neon is indifferent about it since my theory for her is that Neon comes from an interracial household with Faunus and human parents. But Flynt, on the other hand, is very hesitant about going fully public about his relationship with Neon especially since he isn’t sure about how his very ole school father, born and bred in the pinnacle period of Faunus discrimination in Atlas’ history, would react to his son having a Faunus for a girlfriend.

 Anyways, getting back on track with Dante Ingouf. He’s a wolf Faunus and his Faunus features are his wolf tail and sharp fangs and claws that only appear when he’s enraged. I remember reading somewhere that once upon a time, Ruby was originally going to be a wolf Faunus before her concept was changed. I also remember many Pineheads playing around with the thought of Oscar being a dog Faunus (since he’s got the cute puppy dog eyes already).

So…making Dante Ingouf, my version of Ruby’s Big Bad Boyfriend a wolf Faunus is…actually quite perfect!

The Big Bad Wolf falling for Little Red and becoming her love interest for a while. 

Huh. Wasn’t there a cute animated short based on that idea?

Anyways, so to reiterate--- Dante Ingouf, in this version of the character, is a wolf Faunus who is a member of Team FNKI and he becomes a love interest of Ruby’s who ends up being her first boyfriend for a brief period of time while she’s in Atlas. More on that in a minute.

Do you know what I just realized that’s funny? Ruby’s Big Bad Boyfriend could be the equivalent to my Oscar’s Other Rose Pinehead headcanon. I talked about Oscar having another Rose in his life who could challenge his relationship with Ruby, drawing inspiration from the Rose, Fake Roses and the Fox from the Little Prince Story.

Now I’ve created another character like that with Dante. Just as how my Rosaline Fox is the antithesis to Ruby Rose, Dante Ingouf is my interpretation of the person meant to challenge Oscar’s for Ruby’s affections or at least be the catalyst to make him realize his true feelings for her.

Huh. It may seem that I have a habit of creating physically attractive third-wheel love interest characters whose sole purpose is to both challenge my OTP on their relationship with each other while simultaneously helping them to realize what they, my OTP, really mean to one another.

Huh. How does that Britney Spears song do? Oops I did it again.

Since I did it with the Rose Fox character, I might as well do the same with the Dante Ingouf character. 

If I had to picture what Dante would look like, it’d be like this----

Since he’s meant to challenge Oscar, giving him physical traits that contrast starkly with Oscar’s can be fitting.

Since Oscar is a small farm boy born and raised in the farmlands of Anima near Mistral Kingdom, Dante would be a big bad city boy brought up on the streets of lower class Atlas Kingdom whose been passed around the block many times due to being in foster care.

Since Oscar is two years younger than Ruby, Dante would be two years older than Ruby. Dante would be between 18-19 years old. Let’s say 18 going on 19 to put him closer to Ruby’s age.

Since Oscar is short and small in stature, Dante is tall (as tall as Jaune who is the tallest of our heroes) with a muscular built. Picture Sosuke from Free! 

Since Oscar is considerably dark-skinned with his tanned complexion, let’s say Dante is a white wolf Faunus with pale skin (as light as Ruby’s). 

This is matched by his short, messy artic snow white hair to contrast equally short and messy Oscar’s sunny countryside black hair. 

I also want to play around with the idea of Oscar and Dante sharing at least one trait, similar to how Ruby and my Rose Fox character shared the name Rose in their name.

I wanted to give Dante freckles just like Oscar but…maybe not. However I do dig the idea of Dante having green eyes to match Oscar’s. I know Oscar’s eyes are essentially hazel or more specifically hazel green eyes. So let’s give Dante’s green eyes the same shade of green as Oscar’s. 

So if Oscar has avocado eyes then Dante would have olive eyes---green with a small hint of red at the centre. Though the red becomes more prominent whenever Dante is angry. Probably something like this:

I made this quickly with Rinmarugames.com, just as rough starting foundation of what Dante might look like. It’s not the final idea but it’s something I could work with to make one if I wanted to, y’know what I mean? Something to play off of along with all the other descriptions I gave for Dante’s key features. I would’ve liked for his hair to be much messier than this (like in the Kaneki Ken example) but that’s as much as I could do on the site. For now, this will do as a rough idea. Starting to remind me of another character named Dante but for now, let’s work with this. 

So Dante starts off as this troubled lone wolf type who prefers to stay far from others since he has a lot of baggage to him. He’s been rumoured to date a lot of girls when he feels promiscuous but most of them are just that--- rumours and for the ones that are true, the relationships ended so badly that that’s how the rumours were sparked; basically.

So Dante falls for Ruby but, as you said, doesn’t know how to properly talk to her and ends up treating her in the same manner he’s treated other girls which results in turning Ruby away from him. At first. It isn’t until Dante loses his big bad boy demenour and starts being real with Ruby, when she finally gives him a chance. The two grow as friends until Dante asks Ruby out again. The last time Dante tried asking Ruby out, she refused. But this time, she said yes. The two go on their first date. It goes well and...from there, they agree to go out again eventually becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. 

But...since it's basically a first time for both of them, neither feel like they know what they’re doing most of the time. Even though he’s the more experienced once in their relationship, Dante is surprisingly just as clueless and anxious as Ruby is. He’s had many on and off flings with girls in the past but nothing serious or promising. Ruby is the first girl he's ever had those types of feelings for and Ruby, in term is experiencing all this as something entirely new to her. 

For most of her teenage years, her main ambition has been becoming a huntress. For some time, she's been apprehensive about forming bonds due to her awkwardness at first interactions. She's had one or two friends in the past but her time at Beacon has been the most open she's ever been.

While she learned to appreciate and ultimately came to love the friendships she's grown close to since Beacon, a romantic relationship is definitely something she's a complete novice to.

Most of the time she panics and worries about if she's doing certain girlfriend-y things right. Like I can definitely picture Ruby Rose being the type to be in a relationship but often forget that she has a boyfriend since she's such a dumb-dumb to the whole spiel; y'know what I mean?

Nonetheless, Ruby likes Dante and wants to give their relationship a fair try regardless of her clumsiness in all of it. But despite being in a relationship with Dante, my idea is that Ruby’s increasingly close friendship with Oscar is a factor that becomes a thorn in that.

Like y’know those stories where you have two best friends who are really, really close and it can even be hinted that one of them might have a crush on their friend. But then the friend gets in a relationship and it’s this awkward thing where the other friend has to watch and listen to his friend talk about their relationship and you think it’s bad for the other friend since they’re the one with the crush. But then you get the flip-side where you learn that the other friend talks a lot about her best friend with her boyfriend causing them to become jealous of their relationship since the boyfriend desires to become close with friend but the friend’s best friend is already filling that role. Y’know what I’m talking about.

That’s how I see the Rosegarden + Big Bad Boyfriend love triangle going. Ruby and Dante would be in their relationship trying to figure things out however at the same time, Ruby has her strong bond with Oscar also developing. Dante takes notice of how close Ruby and Oscar are and becomes suspicious of whether or not Ruby and Oscar are together-together or have feelings for one another.  Especially when he learns that Oscar has a crush on Ruby too.

However Dante doesn’t want to accuse Ruby of anything. Given how awkward she is in their relationship as a first-timer, he can tell that she’s not the cheating type or the type to mislead him like other girls. That’s part of the reason why Dante gravitated toward Ruby. She was genuine at heart.

Still, Dante could sense something unique about the way in which Ruby values Oscar compared to her other friends. Long story short, let’s say Dante comes to the conclusion that Ruby loves Oscar but, due to her own naivety when it comes to her feelings, doesn’t quite realize it yet. But the signs are there.

This makes me think of a small scene where…let’s say, Dante plans on confessing his love for Ruby but the conversation takes an interesting turn  into a fight about Ruby’s friendship with Oscar. Something like:

Dante: Can I ask you something? That Oscar kid, what is he to you?

Ruby: *smiling* He’s my friend.

Dante: I know that’s what you keep telling me but…is that all he is to you?

Ruby: *naively* What do you mean?

Dante: I mean…when it’s just us, it’s great. I feel like you really do care about me and I love that a lot. But even when it’s just us, you also talk a lot about Oscar too.

Ruby: Yeah well…of course, I do. Cause we’re friends. Great friends. Best friends. You know that.

Dante: *pressing* Yeah but I never see you act this way with all your other friends. I mean, you may mention them once or twice but for the most part, it’s him. It’s always him. Even when he’s not here, I feel like he’s constantly coming between us because you keep bringing him between us.

Ruby: *defensively* What does that mean? Oscar isn’t between us! He’s my friend. One of my best friends. I care a lot about him and if you have a problem with him then...we might have a problem. Do we have a problem?

Dante: I dunno? Do we?

Ruby: What? You’re confusing me.

Dante: You’re confusing me!

Ruby: ...What? 

Dante: *sighing exasperatedly* Look, I'm your boyfriend. I know...this is a first for you but usually when two people are a couple, they're supposed to feel like they're in a relationship. I may be your boyfriend but when it comes to Oscar, even though he's the friend and I'm the boyfriend, I feel like it's the other way around. Like I'm the friend and he's your boyfriend.

Ruby: What! Oscar... as my boyfriend?  *snorts* No that's....not...We're not like--- I mean yeah we've definitely gotten close but...it's not like we're together like how we're together.

Dante: So then why? Why is he so important to you? You don’t act this overprotective towards any of your other friends. You don’t bring up your friends every minute. You don’t check in on your friends every minute. You don’t care about your other friends the way you care about him---

Ruby: That’s not tru---

Dante: And you certainly don’t invite your other friends on your date with your boyfriend.

Ruby: Is that what this is really about? Because I invited him to the concert with us?

Dante: It was meant to be a date! Our date.

Ruby: … In my defense, I didn’t know it was a date. You didn’t tell me.

Dante: *incredulously* Because it was a surprise! Surprise date night. What’d you think I meant when I said I scored us tickets to see Nevermore?

Ruby:*innocently* That… you were inviting me and… all my friends?

Dante: But only Oscar conveniently showed up?

Ruby: Yeah cause I only invited Oscar since he's my only friend who likes Nevermore as much as I do. That’s why he was with me.

Dante:  I was with you too. I’m here with you. I like Nevermore too. Not like you care. All you care about is Oscar.

Ruby: *crossly* Okay, that’s enough! *sternly* I know I’m the big dummy here when it comes to being in a relationship but that doesn’t mean I can’t tell a jealous boyfriend when I see one.

Dante: That’s not---

Ruby: *angrily* You are! You don’t get to yell at me and say confusing things to make me feel bad and you don’t get to do that by using Oscar.

Dante: …Ruby I…

Ruby: *furiously* NO!  Oscar is my friend. You don’t know anything about him or what he’s going through right now where he could really, really use the support of a friend. Someone he can actually trust. That’s the thing. You don’t know him at all but I do. So you don’t get to use him to bring up problems you’re having with me. You don’t get to use his name like that and make me feel guilty about my relationship with my friend. That’s not fair Dante!

Dante: …I…*guiltily* You’re right. That…was uncalled for. I’m sorry. You’re right about me not knowing Oscar like you do. And I guess that’s the part that’s really bugging me. The why. I don’t need to know what kind of trouble Oscar’s going through right now since I’m sure it’s something he probably told you about in confidence so it’s not really any of my business to pry. But can I at least know why do you care so much about him? Please.

Ruby: …Did I ever tell you my story? What happened to me and my friends after what happened at Beacon?

Dante: Well...you told me you that you guys split up and you and that Jaune guy and his team paired up for a while. Made the whole trek to Mistral on your own.

Ruby:  Yeah. Let’s just say travelling to Mistral on our own wasn’t as easy as we’d hoped. But, against all odds, we made it. Once inside the kingdom, I figured things would be better for us and for a small time it was. But all Mistral did was remind me of how broken things were. Sure, during the day time when everyone was together all happy and safe with big bright smiles, things were great and for a moment, you’d think things were normal again just like the good old days.

But at night, when the lights were off and the doors were closed and my friends were together in the other room, I was alone. Completely alone. And when I was alone, that’s when it would all hit me. My team was broken. My friends had died. My school was gone. I was far away from home with no real idea of what we were going to do next. That’s when I would finally remember that I was... hurting too. But it’s not like I could’ve just fallen apart then and there, right? I had to be strong both for myself and my remaining friends. We didn’t know what we were going to do. Didn’t know how we were going to get there but…my friends decided to join me to go to Mistral. Despite their own grieves, they chose to follow me because I’m the one that gave them the strength to move forward. That’s what Jaune told me. I had to be their leader. Their strength. It was a badge and burden I had to carry. I had to be strong because a team is only as strong as their leader. So I would push whatever bad feelings I had back then away. Bury them as deep as I could. Hoping that no one would notice my pain. And y’know what, it worked. No one ever suspected it.

My friends were none the wiser. But that didn’t stop me from feeling the way I did. The pain hurt but I kept it down and do you know what that felt like?

Dante: … *shakes head silently*

Ruby: It's like…being cast out at sea during a terrible storm. When you're trying to swim but the current is so strong that you keep getting swept under the water.

I tried to be strong for my team. My friends were broken up and I had to be the one to do everything I can to keep them together. I needed to be because that's how we were going to get through this and make it as far as we could.. Everyone was drowning in the storm and I needed to do what I can to help them stay afloat. But… I was drowning too and… no one noticed I was. 

But...somehow... he did. 

Dante: ...Oscar?

Ruby: *nods slowly* This fourteen year old farm boy who just showed up at our door out of nowhere…who knew nothing about me. Who had no business yelling at me about my feelings. Somehow he's the one that saw me drowning out of everyone else. He saw me. 

Dante: …And let me guess, he helped you out of the water. 

Ruby: No. He drove the storm away. 

 A little drabble of a script there but I think you can get the impression of where I was sort of going with this. 

I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of bringing up the V5 Dojo scene. As a Ruby moment, it was significant because it highlighted the moment where Ruby finally disclosed her true feelings over all the events that took place after Beacon. It’s the first time we saw her profess her true feelings that wasn’t on paper. We know she mentioned it in her letter to Yang (which I’m still unconvinced she actually got although V5 did a poor job of showing that she did) but Oscar is the first person she came clean about everything to. And judging by the fact that that moment with him was in her fondest memories, it’s a moment that meant a lot to Ruby since Oscar genuinely helped her out.

My hunch is that Ruby must've been really lonely during the V5. I mean sure she had Jaune, Ren and Nora and for a while her Uncle Qrow. 

However Qrow left for a bit and JNR were a team who had lost a member but still had each other to lean on. Ruby lost her whole team who were torn apart by the events of Beacon.

Sure JNR are Ruby’s friends and her secondary family. But they weren’t Ruby's core family. Her team. And at the time, Ruby wasn’t sure if she’d ever see Yang, Weiss and Blake  again. This could also justify why Ruby looked out for Oscar so much during V5. 

Technically he was basically alone too. I mean, sure he had Ozpin in his head. However I’d like to think that Ruby started chumming up to Oscar so much during the Mistral Days because she saw a lot of  herself in him. 

A young kid with an unexplainable force inside of him that he now has to learn to control while juggling responsibilities placed on him (ironically by the same dude who enrolled Ruby into Beacon despite being younger than the recommended age who also made her leader of her own huntress team). 

I’d like to think that Ruby gravitated towards Oscar since she saw him as another person for her to help and support. But what she didn’t expect was what Oscar did for her. 

She didn’t anticipate him seeing right through her facade of indifference over her own grief. She didn’t expect for him to call her out on it either. I’d like to think that the dojo scene was the moment that solidified to Ruby that she can trust Oscar. I’d also like to think that Ruby’s bond with Oscar would be seen and treated differently than her other bonds with her friends since their rapport is different.

Oscar has proven himself to be the type of supportive comrade to Ruby who wouldn’t hesitate to drop everything and immediately bound to Ruby’s aid if he noticed she was in danger. 

So, naturally, she’d do her best to reciprocate this when she’s looking out for him too. These two kids share so much in common that naturally their bond would be different and unique to each other since their predicaments is unique to them and done in a way that only they can understand.

Ruby and Oscar can relate to each other in a way that no other character in the show can so the prospect of these two rosebuds growing close on the basis of those shared similarities is almost inevitable.

I can even see Ruby and Oscar ultimately falling in love with each other as a result of how much they can relate to one another. After all, not to say it in a cheesy way but…it’s like they were made for each other. It’s almost like it’s their destiny to come together in some shape or form. Whether that turns out to be romantic or remains close but purely platonic, who knows? But since this is my headcanon, I’m hoping it turns romantic.

This is why I like the idea of third wheel characters (like my Rose and Dante) being introduced to help these rosebuds realize their feelings. In the Little Prince, the Fox taught the Prince to see what his Rose truly meant to him. That he was responsible for his Rose. I cannot wait for this to be incorporated into Oscar’s side of things for when he realizes how much Ruby means to him as his one true rose.

As for Ruby, I would like to see a Dante incarnation for her too. I still stand by my hunch that Ruby and Oscar would fall for each other at the same time but Oscar would be the one to realize his feelings first and possibly confess first. But Ruby would feel the same way. It would just take a little longer for her to realize. That’s why I dig a Dante Big Bad Boyfriend character to sort of give a nudge.

Like I can picture Ruby having a Big Bad Boyfriend based on the Big Bad Wolf but the wolf isn’t such a bad guy. He’s actually a Big Good Wolf who falls hard for his little red rose. The wolf and the rose start a romance---it’s an awkward once since it’s a first for them both but they try to make it work. And for the most part, it’s great since the wolf and the rose do care about each other. However the wolf also takes notice that his little red rose also shares a unique bond with a little prince.

At first the wolf becomes envious of the rose’ connection with the prince. But soon the wolf comes to see that what the rose shares with the prince is special and true. The wolf knows that the little prince is in love with the little red rose. Their love for the rose is what they share. 

However, the wolf soon realizes that the prince is the true love of his little red rose and despite being heartbroken about this revelation, the wolf is understanding. Rather than becoming enraged and hurting his rose over her love for the prince, the wolf decides to set the rose free so that she may be with her prince.

If I had to picture Ruby and Dante breaking up, I can imagine it only ending on good terms. In spite of his anger at first, Dante would come to be understanding of Ruby’s bond to Oscar and he would be the one to end things between the two. It would be a break up of mutual understanding. I can imagine Dante calling out Ruby on being in love with Oscar but instead of saying yes or proving him wrong, all Ruby could do is apologize.

So…it’s almost like a yes and no. Yes she possibly feels that way but no she isn’t completely sure yet or doesn’t want to admit it because at the time she’s with someone else and dealing with the confusion of that. That kind of thing. So the only sure thing Ruby can do in the moment is apologize to Dante for not reciprocating the same feelings. All she can do is apologize and…Dante understands all of it.

Dante: The way you describe how you feel about Oscar, that’s how I feel about you. I came here to tell you that I love you Ruby. But…I think you’ve already given me my answer. I don’t know what he did or how he did it, but whatever Oscar did to steal your heart, it worked and it shows. Whether you’re ready to admit that yourself or not, you love him; don’t you?

Ruby: …I....I’m…sorry.

Dante: He’s the one, isn’t he?

Ruby: …I’m so sorry.

Or...something like that. Maybe. So Ruby breaks things off with Dante. She’s sad but not heart-broken. She’s more confused for the most part. Unsure of her own feelings. And ironically, the person she turns to in this moment is the cause of her confused feelings. Her little prince. Oscar.

 And while he’s comforting her, Ruby gets a small flash of realization that what Dante said was true. 

Oscar had grown on her in a way she didn’t imagine. She now cared about him in an unexplainable way that feels both different and unique compared to her other bonds. 

Did that mean that she loved him? It could be. She’d honestly needed time to figure it out and make sense about it. But at least for that moment, she was just contented that Oscar was by her side. Supporting her as always in the way that made he appreciate his presence in her life. And for that moment, that was all that mattered…or something like that.

And that’s pretty much all that I gotta say to that. I went off of another tangent and…as usual, not quite sure if I actually answered you Yellow XD But in a nutshell, that’s what came to my mind after reading your essay comment. I guess you can let me know what you think of all of this now. I think you might like Dante Ingouf a lot more than Dante Alarick.

Alarick is the Bad Ending version of the Big Bad Wolf while Ingouf is his Happy Ending version. Heck I’m almost even tempted to make these two versions of my Dante character half-brothers or fraternal twins.

Like Dante Ingouf is the bastardized Faunus counterpart to his twin brother---Alarick who was left at an orphanage because his mother quote, unquote ‘had an affair with a Faunus’ since her snooty rich boy husband was infertile and the family was in desperate need of an heir. 

So one of the babies, the first born of the two, turned out to be a Faunus but the family were racist and didn’t want their next heir to be of Faunus bloodline. Luckily the other twin was clean of any Faunus genes. So the family, being of prestige in Atlas, decided to keep it a big family secret. Discarded the twin that was a faunus and raised the other human one as a single child. Spoiled him rotten too.

That’s something I’ve wondered in RWBY. We’ve seen human twins and Faunus twins. But never a pair of twins where one is human and the other is Faunus. That’d actually be kind of cool.

Buuuuuuuuuut….I’m getting ahead of myself again. Plus I’ve jibberjabbed for too long. Hope you enjoyed the post.

More RWBY Character Headcanons

 ~LittleMissSquiggles (2019)

[firstladyofslytherin]

when the party’s over → solo.

when → late in the evening after the last night of detention. where → santana’s bedroom. warnings → n/a

Santana Lopez was a woman on a mission; inform her parents of her decision, dump the dick, get the good guy, live happily ever after. Easy done, right? One letter written after she returned to the castle after their trip to Hogsmeade. But she didn’t send it then. She left it, hidden in a secret place in her bedroom, somewhere only she could or would find it. She wanted to wait, to enjoy her last week of detention. To enjoy these final, fleeting moments spent in the trophy room before she imploded her entire life as she knew it. She needed to know it was real, needed to know it was worth it. That he was worth it. And he was. That night, before dinner, she left her final afternoon class with the letter tucked away in her inside pocket next to her wand, instead of going the great hall, she took a detour to the owlery. She didn’t hesitate as she handed the letter to Gideon and sent him home with it.

Her words were strong and left absolutely no room for discussion. She wanted out, she needed out. She needed to have the chance to find love, to fall in love with someone of her choosing, that she loathed Sebastian and how he treated her. It was filled with begging and pleading. She had called on their love; her Mother and Father had met and fallen in love, so why shouldn't she get the same chance? Why should anything rest on her shoulders? What even was the legacy she was supposed to carry?

When Santana arrived back in her bedroom late that night, she was surprised to find her small owl sleeping on the window sill, a letter clutched in his claws. She instantly knew that it wasn’t good news. If it had taken longer, she would know that they at least had discussed the idea properly and taken it into consideration. It wouldn’t surprise her if they already had a pre-written draft of this exact letter somewhere in her Father’s writing desk. She gently broke the wax seal, loathing the shade of deep green they always used to seal it, the latin words of her family stamped in tiny letters underneath the badge. God, she hated it. 

Her eyes glanced over the words written on the parchment, her Mothers strong and feminine handwriting staring back at her. It was a resounding no. Her Mother wrote it but it was her Fathers words and her Grandparents influence that spoke clearly.

Our darling little dove,

Whilst we aren't surprised to eventually receive this letter from you, we're none the less saddened by its contents. How is school? Detention is almost finished yes? One more incident like that and we may have to consider taking away our permission for you to play quidditch. You know better than to fight, with your wand or with your hands. We were also informed that the Triwizard tournament is also almost upon Hogwarts once more, we're praying that your latest foray into disrespect won't extend to that as well. Professor Zabini informed us that you've also taken another extra curricular? A singing club? Is that truly sensible with your class load, duelling and quidditch? These are important school years for you, Santana, we need you to focus on that first and foremost.

Mija, your relationship with the Smythe boy, it’s tradition. If we break away from tradition, then what do we have to base anything on? What honour do the Lopez family have if we so easily stray from something that we have always held so very dear to our hearts? We can't risk this just because you have a differing feeling about something. Sebastian is a nice boy, yes? He's always been kind and decent to you, hasn't he? Has he ever mistreated you? As far as we've seen, he's as hot headed and sharp tongued as you. You need a man like that to take care of you. Our families go back generations, long before either of us were even a consideration. You're a Lopez, before all and anything else. You are part of a legacy that spans many years. You're sixteen years old, you will fall in love one hundred more times before your eighteenth birthday.

We have always let you guide your own path, within reason. We want you to be happy more than anything in this life or the next. But you're in a position where doing the best thing isn't always the right thing. We will never force you to do anything or involve you in anything that you are vehemently against. We love you and we will always support you but we're asking for your consideration. Please consider everything that we've written. Please consider the ramifications that will come with straying from our path. Please consider your position on this. For your Father and I. We must all do our duty, Mija. Please, do yours.

Please write again soon, and please write to your Abuela and Abuelo too. They miss you and also only want the best for you.

Love always, Mama and Papa.

She hadn’t realised that she was crying until she noticed the ink beginning to smear at the end of the letter from the tears that had fallen on the page. How could they ask this of her? Tell her that they loved and supported her when clearly, they needed her to sit still and look pretty, to grit her teeth and just exist instead of actually living.

The life that she could have had with Mike had almost instantly gone up in smoke. That carefree vision of red and green coming together, flying trips to god knows where on their brooms, dancing together at parties, trips to Hogsmeade where they would split off from the group and snog in the back of the three broomsticks beside the fireplace.  Every sweet and tender kiss he’d placed all over her skin, his comforting yet so needed words in her ear, they were disappearing too quickly for her to grasp on to. Just... gone.

They had made her choice and she had no other one than to accept. Tradition was important, it kept the bloodline pure, it kept order in the world. She hadn’t realised until the letter, that her parents would have once been in her position. She always admired their love, their relationship. But it was a lie, wasn’t it? They had been pushed together as teenagers and it only worked out because her Father was decent and kind. They had managed to make it work and have a child. Or maybe, they just stayed together because that's what was done. She simply didn’t know anymore.

She sniffed a little and dried her eyes on her sleeve, grateful that the other girls could sleep through an explosion. She needed her privacy, needed to let the hurt take over. She drew the curtains around her bed and curled up on her side, the letter still grasped tightly between her fingers. If this felt difficult, then tomorrow would be downright excruciating. No more carefree behaviour. No more sneaking around. She hadn’t been the perfect girlfriend and she certainly hadn’t been playing by the rules. She had gotten detention for a whole month, ditching her boyfriend, fraternising with the enemy. Not to mention kissing and almost fucking the enemy, that was most likely frowned upon. It just wasn't what good girls did; it wasn’t what Lopez’s did. 

The show must go on.

[katalyna-rose]

Break

Commission for @river-goddess-sionann of Xeema Lavellan and Solas!

Smut, BDSM, choking, bondage, cunnilingus, blow jobs, orgasm denial

2,930 words

There was something about the visitor that Xeema was not saying, and it was beginning to grate on Solas’s nerves. A member of her clan and thus more familiar with her than most others, there seemed to be something just beneath the surface whenever he spoke to the Inquisitor. Aenor was just a little too comfortable around Xeema and Solas needed to know why. He had attempted to ask her on several occasions but she had brushed him aside and refused to answer each time, and watching Aenor look at her like that was grating on his nerves.

It was difficult most days to carve out time for their games, their duties with the Inquisition taking precedence even over need, but it was possible. He begged leave from Josephine for the Inquisitor to rest for a day, citing the sheer volume of work she had been buried under for too long, and he had smiled as she’d seemed almost flustered that he would do such a thing for his lover. Josephine handled it from there, and he suddenly had all the time he needed to make Xeema talk.

He cornered her at her desk in her quarters that afternoon, leaning over to get in the way of her work and extracting her pen from her fingers deftly enough not to get ink all over her hand. The wolf was prowling in his veins, had been promised a hunt, but there were steps that the man had to take before the wolf was let off the leash.

“Hey!” Xeema protested as she was interrupted. “I was doing something!”

“You were,” he agreed easily, his voice dark with the promise of the hunt to come, and he watched the way she changed as she realized she was prey. Her shoulders went back and her head came up and her gorgeous dark hair was tucked behind her ear in a gesture she’d never admit was nervous. “And now you will do something else.”

She scoffed at him. “And why should I?” she defied, but her golden eyes were glinting with mischief.

“Because I will make it worth your while,” he vowed, and she couldn’t quite suppress her shiver.

Then her face soured. “I can’t. I have too much work to do in the morning,” she told him, sounding as though she were trying not to whine. Her shoulders slumped in defeat but he gave her a predatory grin.

“You do not,” he revealed. “I took care of it. You have nothing to do tomorrow except recover from what I will do to you tonight.”

She straightened, interest sparking once more. “How did you manage that?” she asked suspiciously.

“Josephine is not immune to my charm,” was all he said, though charm had nothing to do with it. He just wanted to see her chafe for a moment.

And chafe she did, shooting him a sharp look. “So you cleared my schedule for tomorrow?” she clarified.

He lifted a brow. “That is what I am telling you, da’len,” he asserted, and saw the way the pet name made her shift in her seat. He stood straight once more, holding a hand out to her in invitation. She did not hesitate to take it as she rose from her chair and joined him on the other side of her desk.

He knew her well, knew what she liked and what she didn’t, had been preparing for this all day. She knew her limits and what to say if he went too far, what he would say if she did too much. It made things quite simple as he drew her into his arms and kissed her hard enough to leave her gasping and clinging to him. The wolf was off its leash and hungry for her, as hungry for the chase, for the fight, as it was for the sweet taste of victory. And he knew that she would fight and claw and disobey at every turn, and it made his cock ache in his trousers to imagine all the ways that he would punish her for it. And he thought for a moment of how sweet it would be in the aftermath to trace each new mark on their bodies and hold her in his arms as she slept, looking so innocent in the wake of it all.

Clothing was removed easily, a barrier neither of them would enjoy, but when he swept her into his arms she kicked and twisted like a snake. He kept hold of her until he was able to toss her onto the bed. She vaulted herself up but he was too quick for her, pinning her with his weight as they grappled for control. His cock was hard as iron, blood beating on his inner ear and excitement speeding his breaths. He could smell the clean scent of her skin, of her hair, of the arousal that was quickly overtaking her, and his body burned hotter. She clawed and growled as she attempted to buck him off, dark brown skin flushing red with exertion and desire in equal measures. She was swift, but he was strong and the wolf was more patient than her, and he won this first battle. Hands pinned to the mattress on either side of her head still she bucked and kicked. He sat on her legs, kept them together for the moment, and beneath his weight she was finally immobilized. Her eyes blazed and she snarled at him, but when he bent to kiss her hard she kissed back, her tongue twining with his and her teeth in his lip.

“Tell me, da’len,” he said at last, attempting to mask the fact that he was winded. “This Aenor who looks at you in such possessive ways. Who is he to you?”

So started by his question that she ceased all struggle, Xeema blinked up at her lover blankly for a moment. “That’s what this is about?” she finally cried, disbelief clear in her tone. Eyes narrowed to show his displeasure with her tone, he bit the tip of her ear hard enough to sting.

“Careful, da’len,” he warned, hot breath in her ear to make her shiver. “That sounds dangerously close to disrespect.” He felt her take a breath to respond, but his magic seeped into her skin and rendered her unable to move a muscle. He sat back and sighed as he looked down at her, no longer needing to hold her still. Her eyes blazed at him but she could not voice her protests and he could smell on her skin how much she loved that he had her at his mercy. He moved her like a doll, raising her arms higher above her head and spreading her legs wide.

He took a moment to sit back and admire her form, to trace the puckered skin around one dark nipple and run his nails lightly along her inner thigh. Then he pulled his magic back until he restrained her only at wrists and ankles, no more than rope could do to her.

As soon as her mouth was free she was using it. “You’re that jealous, hahren?” she asked, still sounding surprised.

“You have not been forthright with me,” he replied instead of answering. “I have grown tired of asking and never receiving a proper answer. You do not see, or you ignore, the heads that turn when you walk by and I grow tired of others coveting what is mine. Who is he?”

Her eyes narrowed as she thought of how to answer, and he knew it would not be the truth. “He’s a member of my clan,” she said at last, and he sighed his disappointment. Magic sparked on her belly, a snap of electricity that startled her into a little shriek.

“Try again, da’len,” Solas offered in a hard voice, a final chance to make it easier on herself. “Who is he? What is your relationship with him?”

“He’s a hunter,” she gasped, and the magic crackled on her inner thighs.

Solas loomed over her, casting her in the shadow of his form. “It seems that I must break you before you will cooperate,” he growled. He watched her swallow hard, then bent to carefully close his teeth around the front of her throat. Hard enough for her to know the threat, gentle enough not to cause pain, he could taste the fine hairs that rose on her skin from the touch.

“I’d rather let you be jealous,” she asserted, her tone arch and her body trembling with desire, and his teeth were instantly replaced with his hand squeezing. Measured pressure, the placement of his fingers just so, she managed a strangled gasp before he cut off her air.

“I think you had best be silent until you are ready to tell me what I wish to know,” he told her, and her shiver was such a sweet reward. He held her there, watching the way her pupils dilated, until he knew she would be seeing stars, then released. She gasped hard enough to make herself cough, and he drew one hardened nipple into his mouth. Teeth dug in carefully, tugging hard enough to make her whimper. But he was not satisfied with that. Down her body, settling between her legs, he breathed deep of the scent of her arousal. Sweet and rich, she radiated heat, head lifted from the bed to watch him. No, not yet, he wouldn’t give her that pleasure so easily. First a tease, he bit up her inner thigh from her knee to the joint of her hip, moving slow and leaving the marks of his teeth in her skin. They would bruise by morning and she would enjoy that soreness as she wrapped her legs around him later. Once he had reached her soaked cunt, breathing the humid scent of her, she raised her hips to his mouth. And he denied her, moving to her other thigh to bite his way up it as well. She released a grunt of irritation and jerked on her bonds but his magic was strong and she would not break it. No, this time she had to wait.

One last bite into her thigh that she would be feeling immediately and then he savored the moment before the plunge. Her lips were wet and already swollen with desire though he had not touched her yet, and her body trembled with need. And then he was upon her, diving into her like a drowning man coming up for air. Hands clenched on her ass, kneading the muscle and lifting her for better access as he thrust his tongue deep inside her and moaned at the thick flavor of her. She was addictive, writhing in his hands and moaning so loudly for him as he found her bud worried it with the tip of his tongue. It swelled for him as she released a rush of wetness that he eagerly lapped up. Tongue deep inside her again, he nuzzled it with his nose and savored the way she thrashed, denying himself breath to bring her pleasure. When he could feel that she was on the very edge of release, her body straining at the razor’s edge, he pulled away all at once.

“No!” she cried, but it did not mean stop. He waited in case she would say anything more, but had her jaw stubbornly clenched and he smiled, predatory, as he licked her off his lips.

“Are you ready to cooperate, da’len?” he asked, his voice rough with the pleasure that beat against his chest.

Her jaw remained clenched, a concession that was also disobedience since he had bid her to be silent until she acquiesced. He chuckled low in his chest, enjoying how she defied him, and settled his hips between her legs. Leaning over her, he kissed her lightly and laughed once more when she chased his lips in desperation.

Both a punishment and to ensure that she would not find her finish, he washed her body in cold magic. She gasped, those eyes he loved going wide as she jolted against her bonds and attempted to curl into herself away from the cold that puckered her nipples and raised goosebumps across her skin, but she could not escape. She glared her displeasure at him but her jaw remained clenched.

His achingly hard cock, unaffected by the cold he had doused her with, pressed at her entrance. Her lips were chilled but her wetness had not receded, and the pleasure arced up his spine as he slid slowly into the hot and slick embrace of her body. She whimpered at the stretch, the size of him a strain for her, but he closed his lips around one nipple and sucked, a burst of pleasure to reopen her body to him. Her pleasure flowed from her like a wave, coating his cock and dripping down his testicles as her body open and then squeezed around him. She felt like bliss, like home, like times long forgotten by the world where pleasure was the work of decades. He would have taken great pleasure in her body then, laid her on silk and balanced on the line between pleasure and agony until the euphoria engulfed them.

But those days were gone, and he had a goal tonight. He thrust into her, careful to measure her pleasure, and increased his pace until he was pounding her little body into the mattress with enough force to make the headboard bang against the wall, to fill the room with her cries. And when she began to clench around him, her sweet cunt squeezing his cock hard, he pulled out.

She shrieked wordlessly at him, all but sobbing for completion and thrashing against her bonds. He sat back and merely watched her struggle, his own pleasure pounding through his blood and demanding release.

“You could end this, da’len,” he reminded her. “Tell me what I wish to know and I will give you release.”

She only shrieked again and jerked harder at her bonds, hard enough that she nearly broke free. He renewed his grip on her, shifted it, pulled her upright by the shoulders and moved her arms behind her back. He shifted her around on the bed until she knelt before him, glaring with gleaming eyes and trembling with unfulfilled pleasure.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, and she trembled. He wondered if she would disobey again, but her lust won out and she opened. His cock was dripping with her as he thrust carefully into her mouth, but she sucked on him without hesitation, tongue sweeping over the flesh. He watched her, a hand in her hair to control her head, liquid heat pooling in his belly. In this, she was eager, deriving nearly as much pleasure from the act as he did. And he rewarded her for her compliance, his magic warm against her skin as he thrust his hips harder and she took him deeper. Tingles along her skin made her shiver as she took him into her throat and his moan was wrenched from his chest. The magic solidified between her legs, pushed past her lips as his cock pushed into her mouth again. A steady thrust against her tongue, matched by the magic, and she tried to hurry him, to take him harder and faster as she realized what he was doing. His hand in her hair tightened, forced her to bend to his will, and he fucked her slowly. Slow and steady, no matter how hard she tried to rush him, he fucked her mouth with his cock and her cunt with his magic until his pleasure crested. A deep thrust into her throat and he released his seed with a low cry of her name.

She took him well, swallowed his spend, and sniffled a little as he pulled away. He knelt before her and wiped away the tears that had fallen as he fucked her face. “Tell me, da’len,” he urged, gentle this time. “Who is Aenor?”

She met his gaze and he saw that she was broken. Thumbs stroking her cheeks to comfort her, he held her steady as she was at last ready to give in. “I slept with him once, long ago,” she revealed. “With my lover at the time, we had a night of fun. He made a pass at me the other day, an offer to rekindle an old affair. I refused. I have you, instead.”

Smiling, Solas leaned in to kiss her gently. “Good girl,” he murmured, and helped her lay back. Arms still bound over her head, he released her legs. She trembled as she wrapped them carefully around his hips. His arousal had not waned with release, and with a stroke of his hand he sank into her once more. Deep, hard thrusts angled to bring her the most pleasure, he held her against him as he made love to her. When she came she sobbed in relief, and he held her gently. The magic vanished from her body and she sighed heavily as she relaxed into the mattress.

She was all but boneless as he washed the sweat from her skin and brushed her damp hair. He offered to heal the bruises he’d left on her thighs, but she covered them protectively and refused. Tangled together, they rested a while. Soon, Solas told himself, he’d go in search of food. But for the moment he laid in bliss with Xeema sleeping in his arms.

[scrivenerofmossflower]

tisket, tasket

Word Count: ~800  read on ao3  Summary: A spring shower ruins Matthias’s most carefully laid plans. Written for @eulaliaaaaaa‘s Redwall Fic Month, week four: sunshine. 

Water dripped from overhanging leaves and branches and slithered down the back of Matthias’s habit as he and Cornflower hurried through the woods towards an outcropping of sandstone. He did his best to keep the rain off Cornflower, trying to shield her with his sleeve and cowl as he ran, but it was a lost cause. They were both damp and chilled when they reached the rocks and ducked into the shelter offered by the overhang.

“It’s lucky I remembered this place,” Cornflower said, shaking her head and sending droplets flying, then combing her claws quickly through fur and whiskers.

Matthias gazed out at the rain, unable to hide his disappointment. “Very lucky.” He put the picnic basket down and started trying to brush some of the water out of his own fur. Cornflower tugged him down and straightened his cowl, amusement shining clear in her brown eyes.

“I’d say we were tempting fate, trying to go on a picnic in early spring,” she said.

“What?” Matthias said. As always happened whenever Cornflower came so close, he’d been distracted marveling that such a beautiful, clever, kind mousemaid as she would choose him.

She laughed. “Tempting fate, Matthias. Spring showers can blow up quick.” Cornflower released him and picked up the picnic basket. “But they leave almost as quickly, so I wouldn’t say the day is entirely lost. Let’s go ahead and eat here.”

Matthias stepped away from the entrance and removed the sword slung across his shoulders and leaned it against a nearby wall. Cornflower glanced at it as they spread the blanket on the ground, then shook her head fondly. They’d all found it odd, at first, that Matthias didn’t like leaving the abbey without the sword, but Cornflower had understood more than most: better to have it and not need it, than need it and not have it.

Cornflower retrieved the basket and placed it between them, unpacking and laying out bread, a small wheel of cheese in wax, a few sweet early carrots, a mushroom and leek pasty carefully wrapped in a cloth napkin and still faintly warm from the oven. She gave a surprised little cry when she found the strawberries at the very bottom of the basket, and Matthias grinned.

“They’re the first of the crop,” he said. “At least, the first of the crop that the littlest ones haven’t gotten into yet. Do you like them?”

Cornflower tasted one, and lit up. “They’re delicious, Matthias, thank you.”

Flushed with pride, Matthias reached for the basket and the knife he’d put at the bottom so he could start divvying up the food. “Oh, no,” he groaned when his paw found nothing. He double checked the basket, hoping fruitlessly that it had just been wedged into the wicker. “I think I forgot the knife.”

“Oh, Matthias,” Cornflower said, not quite able to stifle her laughter as he visibly wilted with embarrassment. “That’s fine.”

“Today is just determined to go wrong,” Matthias grumbled, still looking through the basket. “First it rains for the first time in a week, now the knife… I wanted you to have a good time.”

He froze as Cornflower pushed herself up on her knees and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I am having a wonderful time,” she assured him. “I think it was very romantic of you to set all this up and surprise me.”

Matthias resisted the impulse to burrow into his habit and disappear. “Thank you,” he said, pretending he wasn’t as flushed as he was. Cornflower saw through the pretense immediately and grinned. “But it still doesn’t solve the problem of not having a knife.”

“Well, we can break the bread,” Cornflower said sensibly, matching action to words and breaking the loaf roughly in half. “And we do have forks, so we can just split the pasty directly, I suppose. As for the cheese…”

Matthias took it and tried to peel the wax off with his claws, then with one of the forks. “Well, it’s certainly not the most effective, but it’s better than nothing,” he said. “I do wish we had a knife of some sort, though.”

“We’ll remember for next time,” Cornflower said, plucking one of the crumbs of cheese and popping it into her mouth. “I mean, our alternative is to use your sword.”

They both looked at the sword leaning against the cave wall. Elegant and simple black leather scabbard, the hilt wrapped in leather already showing a bit of wear where Matthias’s paws gripped it, the red pommel stone glinting in the low light.

Matthias hesitated for a very long moment. It was Martin’s sword. Using it like that almost felt… disrespectful. What would Martin have said, to even see him considering it? And yet, a sword was just a sword—as much history as this one had, as much as he had gone through to get it, it was still just a sword. And a sword was meant to cut. Better to cut food than other creatures.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Matthias said suddenly, grabbing the sword before he could change his mind.

Cornflower’s laughter echoed in the little cave as outside, sunshine broke through the last wisps of cloud.

[libraryscarf]

title: salut d’amour ( ao3 / ff.net ) pairing: kazubisha length: 2.5k rating: T summary: “Do you know how to waltz, Kazuma?” Bishamon asked. “No.” “Good.” additional notes: @themusicalbookworm​ commissioned me to write dancing kazubisha, so. :’))) (thanks gio ilysm) (also, this is the song they’re dancing to.)

“Who knew Tenjin could throw such a hell of a shindig?” Daikoku said, his eyes traveling from the blazing chandelier overhead, to the luxurious open bar, to the dance floor in the center of the cavernous chamber, golden surface gleaming under a new coat of wax.

“Where did you think he spent all his money? Ray Bans? Beard cream?” Yato appeared next to Daikoku, keeping his nose in the air and his eyes squinted against the glory of the room.

“Why the snark?” Daikoku asked, frowning. The open bar, at the very least, had his stamp of approval.

Yato shrugged. “I just don’t see the big deal. So he’s loaded. Whatever.”

Daikoku glanced across the room to where Tenjin was holding several of his guests rapt with stories of his many achievements. Among the spellbound listeners were Yukine and Hiyori.

“Ah,” he grunted, comprehending.

“Yato-chaaaaaan!”

Kofuku slammed into Yato from behind, knocking him nearly to the floor. She wrapped his arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, clinging to him like a particularly pink, loud backpack.

“Guess who just got here, Yato-chan!”

“Wh-who—Kofuku, air!” Yato wheezed, clawing at her grip around his neck. Kofuku slid off him, and allowed Daikoku to dust her off. She happily ignored his grumbles and Yato’s dry choking as oxygen returned to his windpipe.

“Who just got here?” Yato asked, rubbing his throat. Kofuku pointed to the entrance. The huge mahogany doors were swinging inwards, allowing a large group of people to enter the room.

“Bishamon—?”

“And it looks like almost everyone else,” Daikoku added, forgetting for a moment to chide his mistress as she took off across the room, an ear-killing shriek of “Bishaaaaaaaaaaa!!” echoing behind her like a rocket trail. More than several heads turned to follow her. Tenjin lost the hold over his audience as they looked in the direction of the commotion.

Hiyori and Yukine, having detached themselves from Tenjin, arrived at Yato’s side just as Daikoku left to try and contain his mistress.

“Oh, did you remember I existed?” Yato asked them, hunching his shoulders sulkily.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen either of them,” Hiyori said to Yukine, seamlessly continuing their conversation.

“Yeah. It’s good to see her on her feet again, after…” Yukine hesitated. Hiyori nodded solemnly.

“Hey!” Yato waved his arms, hopping with annoyance. Yukine wrinkled his nose.

“Hiyori, do you smell something?”

Hiyori’s lip twitched upward, and her cheeks pinked.

“Now that you’ve mentioned it Yukine, I think I do.”

“Smells kinda like day-old horseshi—”

Yukine yelped loudly as Yato collared him, trapping him in a headlock and roughing up his hair.

“Don’t swear—and don’t disrespect your master!”

: : :

Meanwhile, across the room, Bishamon gracefully disentangled herself from Kofuku’s embrace.

“It is good to see you too,” she said, her voice warm. “Though I was not expecting it to be quite so…”

She looked around at the other gods and shinki, most of whom were still staring straight at her. Her voice dropped to a near-whisper.

“…Public.”

As though summoned, Tsuyu glided through the crowd like a puff of spring air. In her wake, the guests returned to their conversations, relieving Bishamon from being the target of their scalding curiosity.

“I’m so happy you were well enough to make it,” she said. Her usually inscrutable countenance glowed with genuine welcome, and Bishamon’s stomach unclenched around some of its anxiety.

“I know better than to miss out on one of Tenjin’s parties,” she responded.

As she glanced around the enormous room, Bishamon admitted to herself that even for Tenjin’s extravagant tastes, this was impressive. She turned her head to take in the rest of the sight, and caught Kazuma’s gaze for a half-second. He broke eye contact at once, his gaze falling to the gleaming tiled floor. Bishamon frowned.

“I will let you mingle,” Tsuyu said. If she had observed their silent exchange, she didn’t let on. “I think there are many people who will be happy to see you flourishing again.”

And she floated away into the crowd, leaving behind the sweet, purple scent of plums.

“‘Flourishing’ is putting it a bit generously,” Bishamon muttered, shaking her head. Already, her heart was racing, her palms chilled and sweaty. Kuraha took her arm.

“Shall we find somewhere to sit, my lady?”

“Yes, please.”

There were round tables dotting the perimeter of the dance floor, and Kuraha led her to one, lowering her gently into one of the delicate chairs as her other shinki fluttered nearby like worried butterflies.

“Go,” she directed. She tried to smile, putting her hand on Kuraha’s arm and squeezing it lightly. “Enjoy yourselves. This is a party.”

Kinuha pulled out a chair for herself and sat down. “I will stay with you, my lady, in case you need anything,” she said, leaning back and crossing her arms decidedly.

“No.”

At the sound of his voice, Bishamon’s already weak heart stumbled.

“The rest of you can go,” said Kazuma, quietly. “I will stay here.”

The rest of her shinki looked at her, waiting for a verdict. After a moment, she nodded.

“If you wish to stay here, Kazuma—” She hesitated briefly, hiding the tremble of her lip. “I would enjoy your company.”

Her shinki dispersed into the crowd. Akiha quickly found his way to the buffet table, while Kinuha made a beeline for the open bar. Kazuha and Karuha found Yukine—the only other young shinki in attendance—and attached themselves firmly to his sleeves. Beneath the thready beating of her own heart, Bishamon felt their spirits begin to lift. She let out a long breath. Things had been somber in her house as of late. A party would be good for them.

“Do you need anything?”

Kazuma’s voice plucked her out of her thoughts. She looked over to see him staring straight ahead. His lips were set, eyes fixed, jaw as tight as a bowstring. Bishamon searched that expression for something besides stone-faced obedience—and found nothing.

A dull, gray pain throbbed inside her ribs. “Some water, perhaps,” she said.

He rose instantly, disappearing into the crowd. Bishamon leaned forward, putting her head in her hands.

: : :

“When’s this party gonna get groovy?” Kofuku demanded. She was firmly drunk, clutching Tenjin’s lapels with both hands and stomping on his toes. Daikoku pried her nails loose of Tenjin’s suit, lifting her bodily away from him and flinging her over one shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Sorry,” he grunted.

Tenjin brushed himself off, chuckling. “She does have a point,” he admitted. Summoning one of his shinki with a flick of his wrist, he whispered something to her. She gave a brisk nod, then hurried away.

A moment later, Yato barreled up to Tenjin, steam pouring from his ears.

“Okay old man, I know for a fact you don’t get enough offerings to finance this type of extravagance, so I demand to know who’s backing you.”

“Are you hoping to once again ride the coattails of my success?” Tenjin said suavely. “I might be able to introduce you to some generous clients, if you prove yourself capable, and hygienic…” He gave Yato a once-over, his lip curling. “…Although I suppose that would be a bit much to ask.”

Yato’s face turned an apoplectic shade of purple.

“I’m not the greasy one around here, you perverted, moldy-ass motherfu—”

“Hiyori, I found him!” came Yukine’s voice. A second later the two of them appeared out of the crowd. Yukine was carrying a plate piled high with his successful raid of the buffet. Yato made a grab for it, stuffing eight shrimps into his mouth in lieu of showering Tenjin with the filthiest of epithets.

“Hey!” Yukine jerked the plate away.

Suddenly, music began wafting from somewhere above them, drifting down over the gathering like flower petals. Yukine, Hiyori, and Tenjin turned to look for its source. Yato sneaked another shrimp.

“Whoa,” Yukine murmured.

“Is that—” Hiyori whispered, awestruck.

“A full orchestra?” Tenjin finished, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction. “Yes, it does seem that way, doesn’t it?”

: : :

As soon as the orchestra struck up, Bishamon lifted her head from her hands—only to meet Kazuma’s, clouded with worry behind his glasses.

“You are not feeling well,” he said.

“I’m fine,” Bishamon snapped, snatching the water from him. It slopped over her wrist, splattering her dress. She didn’t dare look up at him, but instead stared silently at the constellation of water drops on the silk over her knee.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

Kazuma took the water from her. She hadn’t realized her hands were shaking.

Beneath the orchestra’s music, he asked gently:

“Would you like to dance?”

Slowly, Bishamon raised her eyes to his face. Kazuma’s lips were straining into a smile. It was a passable—though obviously painful—effort. The rest of him seemed to be caught between the uncomfortable extremes of agony and desperation. He looked truly miserable.

“Yes,” she said, taking pity on him. “I would love to.”

They walked together to the edge of the sprawling dance floor, where many of the other guests had already paired up—many comporting themselves with more enthusiasm than skill. Bishamon smirked as Yato, a stolen rose between his teeth, was executing a questionable tango with Hiyori as his partner. Daikoku had started square dancing in a corner of the floor with some of Bishamon’s younger shinki. Takemikazuchi was aggressively failing to foxtrot with Kofuku, who kept stomping all over his feet so that it looked like he was doing an Irish jig. The only ones successfully dancing were Tenjin and Mayu, who shared an elegant, nondescript two-step while avoiding the hubbub around them.

“Do you know how to waltz, Kazuma?” Bishamon asked.

“No.”

“Good.”

And she twirled him onto the dance floor, keeping well out of the way of Hiyori and Yato, who galloped around its perimeter while laughing hysterically.

“Viina—!” Kazuma yelped. She grinned, catching him by the wrist before he could stumble into the path of another couple, and swinging them both into the center of the dance floor.

“I’ll teach you,” she murmured.

Several minutes later, Kazuma was blushing almost to the point of tears.

“So my hand goes—?”

“Here, yes.”

“And we…?”

“Move like this. Watch my feet for a moment.”

Kazuma did watch her feet, as it gave him an excuse to look away from her very, very close face.

“See how our feet should mirror each other?” she asked. Her breath swept over his ear, sending a riot of chills down his spine, pursued by a rush of heat that nearly knocked his knees from under him.

“Vi-Viina,” he sputtered. “Um. I’m—I’m not learning very quickly.”

“You’re doing fine,” she reassured him. Her fingers gently squeezed his shoulder. “But…do you want to stop?”

Kazuma swallowed. The silk warmth of her body pressed against him, his hands resting on the suggestive bell-curve of her waist. As close as she stood to him, her sweet, sylvan godsmell was overpowering. He closed his eyes.

“No,” he said, hating how gravelly his voice had become. “Let’s…let’s not stop.”

She smiled. And then the music changed. Above the soft, rhythmic counterpoint of the orchestra, the voice of one violin began to soar: a wistful, heartaching solo that melted over the dancers.

Bishamon let out her breath in a soft puff. She took her hand out of Kazuma’s, winding both her arms around his neck. Without her tall heels, she was able to rest her head against his chest. He hoped she couldn’t hear his stuttering heartbeat.

“I’ve always liked this song,” She admitted. Kazuma decided he would bribe the orchestra to play nothing else for the rest of the evening.

This time, they didn’t bother with the steps. Bishamon didn’t move away from him, and the two swayed together, rocking in the tide of the music. Kazuma held her cautiously, one hand on either side of her waist. His Adam’s apple bobbed against her forehead as he swallowed. Bishamon peeked up at him.

“You can hold me closer, Kazuma,” she said. He squirmed inside his suit.

“I-I know—”

“Are you tired of dancing with me?”

“No!” he exploded. A few people turned around to look. “No,” he muttered, his face dark with humiliation.

“Then something else is wrong,” Bishamon surmised. “You should tell me, before it blights you.”

Kazuma winced at her casual tone.

“It’s really nothing, Viina. Nothing that would hurt you.”

Bishamon looked up at him again. Her eyes were bright and fierce. He felt uncomfortable, exposed, like she was taking him apart from the inside, examining every broken piece of him, every mark of decay.

“Whatever hurts you, hurts me,” she said.

Her forgiveness was so much worse than her rage. While Kazuma silently agonized, Bishamon looked down again. She began talking quietly, as though only to herself.

“I have always admired good dancers,” she said. “If you look closely, you can see how perfectly they talk to each other. The lead partner must not be overpowering, and the other must not let themselves be trampled or dragged behind. And with the best dancing, it looks effortless—as effortless as breathing.”

She sighed deeply. Kazuma let his hands creep from her waist around her back, hovering over the bare skin that radiated warmth.

“I think you would make a good dance partner, Viina,” he said. Something in his voice had changed. It rumbled against her ear, making her shiver.

“You lead firmly, and you know which direction to go. You know how to make it look easy to everyone else. You hide all the effort. You are determined, and righteous, and…” He trailed off. They stopped swaying, and Bishamon looked at him.

They were no longer talking about dancing.

“You might find someone else—a better dancer than me.” Kazuma smiled down at her. “Someone who knows how to waltz.”

Bishamon met his eyes for a moment, then looked down at his buttons. Before her eyes turned away, Kazuma thought he saw more in them than the ballroom lights.

“I don’t need a better dancer,” she said—so quietly he had to lean in close, until her mouth was almost at his ear.

“I don’t need someone to match me. I just need…someone to stay with me. I can’t be alone. I don’t want to be by myself. It doesn’t matter if you trip, or don’t know the steps, just help me, Kazuma, I need you to be here, I don’t want to feel as alone as I did when…”

Her fingers dug into the back of his neck, stinging him. She clung to him, letting him bear her weight like a child. A surge of unbearable yearning overtook her.

“Never leave me out there by myself again,” she sobbed.

The violin was climbing to its final note, and the vibrato hung quivering, dying.

Kazuma rested his forehead against the top of her head. And, at last, he wrapped her in his arms, clutching her as helplessly as she did him.

“Never, Viina.”

[another-chorus-girl]

“Erik House” Chapter 6

Well here it is! More drama soon to unfold!

Entering the Meriks' lair like parlour, Kerik sat down with a stifled yawn beside Crawford whom was casually sipping at a mug reading L'Epoque.

"So, you get any last night?" Kerik asked, causing Crawford to cough violently, abruptly swallowing a mouthful of hot tea.

"Excuse me?" He asked, flabbergasted at the upfront question, setting the newspaper down.

"I know she stayed the night, I was just curious." Kerik answered innocently, scratching behind Ayesha's ears as she hopped on his lap.

Crawford shook his head, "I'll have you know I am a complete gentleman when it comes to Sarah."

"Still doesn't answer my question." Kerik said flatly as the older man scowled.

--

Panaro opened his eyes groggily sitting up, he realised he was back in his room. Though he didn't remember what had happened. Well that wasn't necessarily true. He remembered talking and then music, but not falling asleep. But it was

He heard a knock at the door, "Yes?"

Opening the door, Karimloo stepped in setting down a steaming mug of coffee. The slightly taller man still dressed in his vibrant night robe.

"Sleep alright?" Karimloo asked

"I don't recall falling asleep actually."

A small smile crept on the other man's face.

"Well I'll catch you up. I sang for you my music, a new aria I've been working on. You soon became drowsy and I carried you back to your room." Karimloo explained.

"I see, well thank you." Panaro nodded, standing upright.

Karimloo chuckled, patting the other man on the back as Panaro sipped his coffee.

"I'll give you some time to wake up," He said exiting the room.

"For the last time my personal affairs are none of your concern!" Karimloo heard a disgruntled Crawford say from within the parlour lair.

"It's only one question! Did you or not?!" Kerik argued in a whiny tone.

--

"Ohh who's my sweet little lady? Hm? Who is?" Kerik cooed as he recorded Ayesha staring up at him, mewing.

"Ahh, so musical. Sing for me my sweet." He chuckled as the Siamese rolled onto her back, continued to mew, her purrs so loud she seemed to vibrate.

Kerik heard a knock at the door and grumbled turning off the camera. "Yes?"

The door opened as his yellow eyes grew wide.

"You? What but I-?"

A young man was standing in the doorway with dark hair like his own and those same deep green eyes as she had.

"Good to see you as well father." Charles answered with a chuckle. Ayesha's head perked up mewing at her master's son, slinking over to rub against his leg.

Kerik's expression went blank, "Oh don't tell me you brought HIM as well?"

"I'm not mad, he'd be torn apart if I were to bring him here!" The younger man said, referring to his other father figure.

Kerik snorted, "Perhaps you should have brought him in that case."

A floor above Mr Y was enjoying his afternoon, also playing host to guests. He was playing a new composition for Anna and Gustauve.

"Oh darling it's beautiful. Very beautiful indeed!" She gasped hearing the piece.

"Ah thank you, but not as beautiful as you." Mr. Y acknowledged her.

"Father, may I try?" The boy asked,

The man chuckled, proud of his musical prodigy. Scooting over he lifted the boy up onto the piano bench "Go on."

As Gustauve played, Mr. Y smiled down at him.

It seemed several house residents had unexpected but pleasant visitors.

But one lonely man was not too happy.

--

Sitting in the main floor parlour, Harley scowled. He was practically seething as he stared out the window.

Sarah and Christine were leaving this afternoon. The blonde gave she and her companion some privacy to say goodbye.

The chestnut haired girl reached up, kissing Crawford's malformed lips, her hand tracing along the curve of the porcelain mask. Slowly she pulled away the mask, revealing the twisted marred flesh on the right half of his face. Old habits and all he hesitated, his arms trembled just inches from touching her as if she were made of glass. But Crawford's hands stopped trembling, before finally placing a hand on her back gently, the other intertwined with her hand. They broke apart as he fingered with a stray curl.

Harley made a noise between a groan and a gag of disgust.

Gerik lowered the book he was reading, "Something wrong?"

"She was suppose to be mine!" Harley snapped,

Gerik looked out the parlour window, "Ah I understand."

While he did on a level understand Harley's situation, at least Gerik had Emmy.

"It was suppose to be me! Not that...that bloody TWIT!" The metal masked man exclaimed, rousing Warlow whom lowered the paper he was reading. Mauer, whom was sitting by Warlow mumbled something in the man's ear, the latter nodding with a stern scowl.

Gerik caught the looks and cleared his throat.

"Now now," He started, "I mean it's not all bad-"

"Easy for you to say! You got a theatrical release! What do I have? A few grainy music videos that's what! He stole all of it from me! That they would pick a choir boy over me!"

During Harley's tangent, Warlow and Mauer slipped out of the parlour, Gerik getting an uneasy feeling as the men departed.

"He's not even that good! I mean really, the old sap was an absolute joke! You agree I'm right?" Harley asked hopefully.

Gerik stammered. "Err...well that is to say.."

He suddenly noticed the increasing number of occupants in the parlour. Warlow and Mauer had returned, along with them were Jones, Lewis, Panaro, Karimloo, and Carpenter. Suddenly the air felt very heavy within the parlour.

"Perhaps I'll go check on Emmy," Gerik babbled an excuse to get out of sight.

Harley, oblivious to the growing number of Meriks or Gerik's departure, looked out the window at the pair.

"It's unfair." He paused, "Hey, are you-?"

Harley spun around, Gerik nowhere in sight among the sea of white half masks Harley now stared back at him, a scowl gracing their expressions.

"W-What's all this?" He asked mildly annoyed.

Harley was shoved against the wall by Panaro who sneered at him.

"Don't know when to stay quiet do you?" Mauer asked rhetorically.

"Or to show a little bit of respect. You're just as arrogant as that insolent fop." Karimloo glared

"Respect?! Oh please!" But Harley was silenced feeling the air escape him as Panaro had his hands wrapped around his throat.

"A choir boy eh?!" Carpenter exclaimed. "At least he doesn't sound more toadish than that tart Carlotta!"

Jones exchanged a look with the others, "This isn't going too far is it?"

"NO ONE DISRESPECTS DAD LIKE THAT!" Panaro shouted.

"Did you just say-?"

"We were all thinking the same thing, don't deny it!"

--

"Safe travels, my dear." Crawford said, as Sarah and Christine departed. Entering the foyer, he heard a commotion going on inside. Following the sound to the parlour he was startled to see several of the Meriks had jumped the unfortunate Harley. The man's long cape was torn and trampled, his suit jacket ripped at the seams, and at the moment he was attempting to push Panaro, Karimloo, and Warlow away whilst protectively gripping the mask on his face they were clawing at.

"ENOUGH!" Crawford's voice boomed in the parlour, causing the other's to cock their heads in the older man's direction. "Just what exactly is going on here?!"

The three men released Harley-whom fell on his backside as he hit the floor-as they stood to face Crawford.

"We were just giving our...friend a lesson in what respect means." Carpenter mumbled, shooting a groaning Harley a glare.

"I hardly think any disrespect warranted this," Crawford said still somewhat confused as to what happened.

"You didn't hear what this cad said!" Panaro pointed an accusing finger.

"All the same I think it looks like you made your point gentlemen."

"Are you quite alright?" Crawford asked Harley, extending a hand to help him up.

Harley scowled, refusing the older man's offered hand and staggered to his feet, hobbling away clutching the torn cape around himself.

Blinking, Crawford was ever still oblivious to the seething jealousy radiating off Harley.

*Yes Karimloo was wearing the mandarin robe

*So Anna is referring to Anna O'Byrne from the Australian productions Christine for Ben Lewis Mr Y in Love Never Dies.

*If a Merik is ever referred to as Lewis this is in reference to Norm Lewis, not Ben.

*For those who haven’t read Kay, (SPOILERS) Charles is Erik’s son in “Phantom” whom was born after Erik died and of course we have Gustauve is Mr Y’s from Love Never Dies

*The 'choir boy' jab at Crawford is due to a salty Steve Harley commenting bitterly that Crawford had a "choir boy voice" >:(

[the-brilliant-questioner]

This is How a Heart Breaks ( Gaston x reader)

I finally finished it. I was so surprised at how many people actually like the teaser so that motivated me to finish it. I don’t know why but I have a lot of fun writing for Gaston. So again this story is of what would happen if the reader fell of the castle instead of Gaston. This also has a sort of Dracula Untold ending. 

WARNINGS: Death, Angst, Feels, blood, spoilers-ish?, and fluff. 

 Tags: @withouthannah because they so kindly asked to be tagged.

 So now that all that’s out of the way please enjoy!

All you could hear is the sound of screaming of the town, but the one that was crystal clear was Maurices . The entire town was going to send him to the Asylum. Granted he was talking about a beast and a magical castle, that couldn’t be real. The part that concerned you and broke your heart was that Gaston , the person you loved more than anything, was leading them. 

 You had known Gaston for years. Him and LeFou were the only ones that treated you with kindness. When you first got to the village people treated you like you were not from this earth. You were an outsider until Gaston noticed you. And as soon as you started hanging out with him the town stopped mocking you. It made you envious when Belle showed up and Gasten fell for her. He was obsessed but you still supported him. Everybody but Gaston knew you had fallen head over heels for him. He was taking this obsession to far. So seeing a man who showed you nothing but kindness, turn into this vengeful monster was painful. 

 LeFou and you were the only ones questioning this decision to lock Muarice up. When Belle arrived and showed everyone that the beast that her and her father were talking about was real, you saw Gaston snap. And with that Gaston locked up Belle too that is when it had gone to far. LeFou walked up to Gaston saying “ Gaston with all due respect…” 

 “Do you want to be next!?” Gaston said cutting him off. “ Gaston perhaps if you could just listen for a second…” You attempted to say before Gaston pushed you. The shove was so hard you fell to the ground. Gaston picked you up and brought you close to him and said “ Do not think I won’t hesitate to lock you away to! You should consider yourself lucky knowing how odd you are as well.” He had never said anything like that to you before. You felt like your breath was caught in your throat. “ Gaston this isn’t you. Please, your breaking my heart.” You were almost crying. 

 ” This town used to treat you exactly like them. Maybe even worse so. So you better do as I say if you don’t want the same to happen to you. Be happy you are with me or you wouldn’t be so blessed. Now out of my way.” He said with a darkness in his eyes. He then pushed you again just not as hard. He turned back to carriage and LeFou went to check if you were okay.

 “(Y/N) you don’t look so good, are you going to be okay?” He then saw that you were not moving, even holding you breath. When he saw the tears falling from your eyes he pulled you in for a hug. Him embracing you helped you breathe a little, but the gasp that came out sounded painful. And it truly did hurt you. He kept whispering for you to breathe as you were hearing the town sing about how dangerous the beast was. “ Oh LeFou, I think my heart shattered.” I said wiping my tears up the best I could so that we could join and no one think anything was wrong. 

 Then you both were snapped out of the moment as soon as you heard Gaston. “So it’s time to take some action, boys. It’s time to follow me!” This was not good, at all. He continued “Through the mist, through the wood. Through the darkness and the shadows It’s a nightmare, but it’s one exciting ride. ”

 “ Say a prayer, then we’re there At the drawbridge of a castle.And there’s something truly terrible inside.It’s a beast! He’s got fangs, razor-sharp ones! Massive paws, killer claws for the feast
Hear him roar! See him foam!
But we’re not coming home ‘Til he’s dead! Good and dead! Kill the Beast!”

 The next thing you knew the town was going crazy. Ripping things off walls setting things on fire. It was complete and utter chaos. “Light your torch, mount your horse. ” “Screw your courage to the sticking place.” “We’re counting on Gaston to lead the way.”

 Everyone, even the bimbettes left and followed Gaston to this mysterious castle. “Call it war, call it threat. You can bet they all will follow. For in times like this, they’ll do just as I say.” You and LeFou gave each other worried glances. This was utter madness, and it scared you. LeFou added “ There’s a beast running wild, there’s no question.But I fear the wrong monster’s released.”

 “Sally forth! Tally ho! Grab your sword! Grab your bow! Praise the Lord and here we go.” Gaston took the mirror which then showed us the castle. You would have thought it was beautiful if you were not so concerned for your friends. 

 You have never seen Gaston like this, even when he was in the he didn’t act this way. “We don’t like what we don’t understand. In fact, it scares us. And this monster is mysterious at least. Bring your guns, bring your knives.Save your children and your wives.We’ll save our village and our lives. We’ll kill the Beast!”

 As you approached the castle worry twisted itself into your stomach. “The flames ablaze, banners high. This monsters not fake. But I believe attacking is a mistake.” You said knowing this wasn’t going to end well for everyone involved.

 “ Raise the flag, sing the song. Here we come, we’re fifty strong. And fifty Frenchmen can’t be wrong.Let’s kill the Beast! Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast!” You jumped as you heard the large doors busted open. As you all entered this battle was going to begin. And there was going to be no stopping it. 

 Turned out the castle was truly enchanted. All at once all the objects and the villagers were fighting each other. During the battle you saw Gaston slip away to find the monster. You assisted LeFou by flipping the piano over. He tried to stop from going to Gaston. ” LeFou he’s going to get himself killed.“ You said trying to release yourself from his grasp.

 ” (Y/N) he’s not himself anymore. He’s treating us terribly, stay and help.“ You sighed ” But I love him LeFou and I’m not going to do nothing as our friend gets himself killed.“ You then broke away and headed in the direction Gaston did. Which led up to the roof. By the time you got there Gaston had already attacked the beast.

 Once you got up there you ran into Belle. And out of the corner of your eye you saw Gaston and the beast. ” Belle how do I get there?“ You asked frantically. It angered you when she didn’t answer. ” Belle tell me how to get there, before they both die!“ She then told you to follow her and led you close to them. The beast dangled Gaston over a ledge. ” NO!“ You shouted as Gaston begged to be spared. When he allowed Gaston to leave you tried to get to him.

 You jumped as you heard a gunshot followed by a roar. Gaston had shot the monster in the back. ” Gaston you have to stop!“ You yelled running towards him. You noticed as you got closer to him that the part of the castle that was under him was giving away. But Gaston being himself was to caught up in the moment to noticed he could fall. ” Gaston look out!“ You yelled pushing him over to a stable part of the tower. Your heart stopped as the area you were standing on gave away.

 ”(Y/N)!“ Gaston shouted as he saw you fall. He then completely forgot about the beast and Belle and left to go find you. He kept praying in his head that you were alright, but the signs where not positive. By the time the sun came up he had reached the bottom and had found you. His heart stopped. You had hit your head on one of the rocks, there was blood all over it. All of his senses returned and he went over and cradled you.

 ” No no no no, please. (Y/N) please.“ He cried. Memories of all the good times flooded back into his head, as well as some not so good times. He remembered when you met, when you would help him after he fought with others, how you looked so beautiful when you and LeFou sang and danced to make him feel better. How you were the only one that could see through that whole tough guy exterior and find a caring heart. Then he remembered how he started to ignore and disrespect you when Belle showed up. How you even helped him tie up Muarice even though you didn’t want to. And earlier when he said all those terrible things and pushed you to the ground. Oh how he regretted that moment. 

 ” Please come back. I need you (Y/N), please I need you. Who’s going to make me smile? Who’s going to help me?“ He said holding you closer to him. He would never hear your sweet voice again. He would never have his day brightened by your smile. And worse of all he would never get to make it right. It’s sad how he realized he loved you now that he’s lost you. ” Please forgive me, for all those terrible things I said and did to you. I was so caught up in anger that I didn’t realize that I hurt you. I’m sorry I never got to tell you how much you meant to me, how happy you make me. But most of all it breaks my heart that I didn’t tell you I love you. I’m so so sorry that I caused your death. I should’ve listened to you. And I would do anything to have you back. Please, please.“ He sobbed as he kissed the top of your head despite the wound. 

 ” Would you really do anything?“ A voice asked. When he turned his head he was surprised at what he saw. This mysterious woman was dressed in white and seemed to glow though she somewhat looked familiar. ” Agetha?“ He asked the woman looked exactly like her but just cleaned up a bit more. ” I asked you a question.“ She said. ” Yes.“ He answered as he whipped his tears. ” I will bring her back if you promise to change your prideful ways. Can you keep that promise?“ The enchantress explain. 

 He whispered a yes, but the enchantress explained there was a catch. ” When I bring her back she will have no memory of you.“ His head jerked up to look at her ” Why?“ She sighed and answered ” For you are the one who caused the greatest pain any human could have. A broken heart.“ Another tear fell as he remembered that moment. And all other moments he was rude to her and terrible to you in the past. 

 ” She’ll be alive but she won’t know who I am?“ He asked. The enchantress nodded, now was the time to see if he would go through with it. If he could sacrifice pride and his happiness of being her friend to have her back. ” Deal.“ He said agreeing to all of the terms.

 As the months went by slightly changed in the village. Everyone seemed happier to have the memories of their loved ones back and they even seemed happier in general. Everyone except for Gaston the town despised him, even LeFou. Now it was his turn to be shunned and mocked like the new comers before him. He cut his hair and wore darker clothing trying to lose attention. But at the end of the day it was worth it. He got to see you alive and happy.

 As creepy as it might sound, everyday he would watch you from a distance. Whether it be just watching you walk around town, walk through the market, or even just sit by the fountain, seeing you brought him joy. He never approached you though because he thought it would only bring him heart ache. How can you tell someone you love them when the don’t know who you are? It’s like he wanted to be with you and yet he wanted to stay away in fear of hurting you again. As this pain grew he knew the only way to make to stop is to try and talk to you.

 One mid afternoon while you were at the market he decided that he would finally speak to you. You were by yourself just looking at the bouquets. But as he got closer he realized he had no idea what to say. When he approached you he froze all he was able to get out was ” Beautiful.“ You turned to him confused. There was no turning back now.

 ” The flowers madmazel.“ He managed to get out. ” Madmazel? Aren’t you a gentleman.“ So lost for words all Gaston could do was stare. It was the first time in months he had seen you this close. Starting to get uncomfortable you wished him a good night and left. This snapped him out of it he couldn’t let you just walk away. Then he knew exactly what to say. ” Amier, cen'est pas se regarder l'un l'aurte, c'est regarder ensemble dans la même direction.“

 You stopped dead in your tracks upon hearing this. You turned towards the man saying ” That’s my favorite quote.“ He smiled and walked towards you. ” It speaks truth in many ways. It explains that love is not based on appearance but the similarities people share.“ He said with a smile that made you blush. ” I’m (Y/N).“ You said introducing yourself self to the handsome stranger. ” Gaston.“ He replied as he placed a kiss on your hand. Now it was your turn to be mesmerized. For a stranger he seemed so familiar. 

 With a warm smile he offered help with carrying the goods you had bought. ” That’s very kind of you. Thank you. I live just outside of town.“ You replied pointing in the direction of your house. ” It would be nice to have company on the long walk.“ As the two of you walked you had found you had much in common with Gaston. And he was so happy beyond words that he could now attempt to have you in his life again.

As weeks turned to months, which turned to years. Gaston had rebuilt his friendship with you. And he loved every minute, because he got to fall in love with you all over again. He has even plucked up the courage to ask you to be his wife. Which you happily agreed to. People in the town still disliked him but not as bad as they used to. You never understood why they hated him so and you didn’t care either. 

 When the fall and winter months approached you were happy that the man you married was a hunter. “ (Y/N) I’m back. I just had to lock the meat up.” He said walking in to your house. He rushed to your side as he saw you about to sit in front of the fire and placed his hand upon your stomach and helped you on to the couch.“ Easy, easy.” You giggled “ I’ve got it Gaston, I can do this.” He then knelt down in front of you and his child that you were carrying. 

 "How are my girls doing today?“ He asked placing a kiss on your enlarged stomach. ” We’re fine. How are you so sure it’s a girl?“ You asked. ” Because you are so beautiful my love, how could it not be?“ He explained as he kissed you. You returned the kiss and said ” What did I do to deserve such a great man as you?“ 

 He laughed ” By having a heart of gold that can ensnare any man. I love you more than anything (Y/N) remember that.“ You smiled staring at the man you fell in love with ” I love you to Gaston.“ You had made him the happiest man on this earth. For now there was no more pain. Both of your broken hearts were now mended together and he was determined to keep it that way.

( Translation of the Quote: Love doesn’t mean gazing at each other, but looking, together, in the same direction. )