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the string of fate

w/ riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, & malleus in part one: meeting your soulmate.

“i learnt about this in school as a kid, but didn’t know it could… cross dimensions?”

most go their entire lives with little to no hope of finding their cosmically assigned second half, but there's always a chance.

you don’t see your string until you come into physical contact with your soulmate for the first time. a red string will tie itself on your left pinky, unable to ever be removed but it feels as if its never there. the featherlight tickle of the string always reminds you that you've found the one thing a lot of people would lay down their life for.

a.n; 7.6k words total ~ 1.1k each so buckle up for a long post

riddle never really thought much on the idea of a soulmate. his mother taught him that he’d have no need for one, to push the idea out of his head. but it stuck. it stuck to him in the back of his mind, that there was someone out there, and the slim chance he had to meet them kept his hope aflame.

riddle and his crew of cards were some of the first people you actually met in the wonderland. you took him as some sort of rule enforcing, crazy man for the first few days until you realize he really just likes making sure everything stays in order.

headmage crowley had sent you on a few back and forth missions for him recently, which always led you to the same heartslabyul dorm each time, specifically to riddle or trey if the housewarden was busy or unavailable.

you rap your knuckle against the large front door and are instantly greeted by ace, who happens to look like he’s in a major rush. he greets you quickly, then speeds past you like he’s tardy for something. he probably is.

you shrug and let yourself into the dorm building, “hello?” you voice echoes off the walls of the oddly empty halls. you take the chance to look around a little more closely than before, you notice there are signs pointing to many different directions on the same stem, but they all point to places leading to walls or doors. strange.

there are many paintings hung on the tall, red wrapped walls. some are of animals, like flamingos and hedgehogs, others are of people. you notice there are a lot of one plump lady with a small yet tall crown upon her head. must be the queen of hearts.

someone clears his throat behind you. “i see you’ve let yourself in.” you whirl around and are met with riddle’s stern look. not quite disapproving, but you can’t quite place the look he’s attempting to flatten you with.

“well, ace technically let me in?” you gnaw on your bottom lip, realizing how stupid that sounds.

“right. i see you were looking at the pictures on the walls, have any caught your attention?” the housewarden lifts an eyebrow, before scanning the nearby paintings and various pieces of decoration filling the hallway.

you turn to the large portrait of who you assume is the queen of hearts, “yeah, this one.” you take in the details, her mouth is open as if she’s commanding the various card soldiers by her side. you notice they’re all a perfect match to a deck of cards. spade, diamond, heart, and clover soldiers march together in perfect unison at the queen’s orders.

behind her is a large castle surrounded by tall shrubs in varying shapes resembling animals and many red rose bushes. something about this painting feels vaguely familiar.

“ah, yes. that is actually my favourite painting in this hall– the main focus of it is the queen of hearts. she was a strict ruler who ruled over her land. she kept everything in order with her army of card soldiers who followed her loyally. i believe that is because if one of them was out of line, she declared immediate beheading.” riddle looks fondly up at the painting, as if reminiscing over someone lost.

you step closer to the painting, almost close enough you could see the brushstrokes if you squint hard enough. “she kind of… looks like she would fit in here. i think she would like the roses.”

“you’re not wrong.” you glance at riddle, catching the small smile he’s wearing as he stares up at the old painting. riddle wipes the smile away swiftly, turning to you. “so, prefect. if i may be so curious, what brings you here today?”

“right! right, that. headmage crowley said…” you pause, “wait, what did he say.” you mumble, turning away slightly to think. “did he…? yes, he wanted me to relay a message. for… some reason.”

“that message is?”

“‘tell housewarden rosehearts that we are expecting a new delivery of riding gear by next week.’ ” you mock crowley's voice to the best of your abilities, turning back to riddle, then continuing. “there’s horses here?”

“yes, there’s multiple. i’m in the equestrian club with some other students. i could show you some time if you are interested.” riddle’s smooth, almost uninterested voice gets a little softer when he goes on, “i dare say i have a favourite, she’s quite kind.”

you hold out your hand, offering a promising handshake. “it’s a deal, housewarden rosehearts: you show me the horses sometime.”

the redhead cracks a small smile, “please, riddle is fine.” he takes your hand, “sometime it is-”

he stops mid phrase. small red glitters start emitting from your interlaced hands, falling but not quite hitting the floor. they disappear moments after they appear. the twinkling glitters capture the light coming from the nearby window, they shine bright before dying like an oxygenless fire.

riddle’s breath hitches in his throat, frantic eyes meeting your equally blown ones. both of you want to rip your hands away, to go back five minutes ago, but neither moves. the glittering stops moments later. you’re the first to slowly peel your hand from riddle’s, breaking eye contact, you look down to your left hand. there sits a neatly tied bow, perfectly symmetrical, perfectly placed for all to see.

riddle copies you, examining his own left hand. a matching red bow sits tied on his pinky. despite his mind screaming at him to leave, to ignore fate, he decides to test the waters of the universe. he gently grasps your left hand with his right, when you make no move to take back control, he slowly moves your hands together.

a light tickle is felt as the string unwinds and begins reaching towards riddle, more specifically, towards his string, which is also unwinding and reaching for its second half. your heart is hammering against your ribs as you watch fate’s cruel display of affection.

you’re sure riddle can share the sentiment of cruelty. you’ve known riddle for a total of less than a month, and hey, has anyone mentioned that you’re not from this universe? no? maybe they should.

your breath comes out slow and ragged, words fail to form as you attempt to say something, anything, to who was just a friend minutes ago.

“i-i think, i uh, hear grim calling. i need to go.”

“uh, yes, yes. i will… be in touch about the horses. if you’re still interested.” riddle’s voice trails off as his confidence wavers with each word while he watches you leave. you look back over your shoulder to riddle, to your cosmic partner.

riddle has no need for a soulmate, right?

you have no idea what you’re going to do about this.

leona never really put his hopes in a soulmate. he knew after he graduated that he’d go back to the sunset savanna and be the second prince once again. though he often milked the ‘prince’ title, he loathed the idea of falling into line with actual princely duties, like getting married. there was a sliver of hope in leona’s mind that if he ever found his soulmate that there’d be a chance he’d get to have a say in his marriage.

in the end, he’s as hopeful for that outcome as is a sea sponge is to grow legs and walk out of water.

you blink away the drowsiness clouding your mind, professor trein might actually bore you to death if he’s not careful. though it’s only the first weeks of classes, half of his lectures are not sticking in your brain. some would say, in one ear and out the other.

an elbow nudges you from your left side, it’s ace. “do you get any of this?” he whispers.

“you’re asking the wrong person.” you narrow your eyes and blink hard this time.

a moment passes where ace is beyond confused, then he realizes that in fact he is asking the wrong person for help here. he quickly twists in his seat to his opposite neighbour, deuce to ask him the same thing. deuce shakes his head. ace’s shoulders deflate, defeated.

some more time passes before class is over, trein assigns some work, you, ace, and deuce groan in succession but were quickly leveled with a stare from trein. the three of you swiftly made for the exit.

it’s only an hour later that you realize your bag was unzipped and wide open as you were complaining with the heartslabyul freshmen, meaning your history notebook was left somewhere in trein’s classroom. you bashfully rub at your neck while you explain to the duo why you have to suddenly ditch them, reassuring that you’ll be as quick as you can and they don’t need to come with.

grim stares at you before ineffectively dismissing his hench-human with a huff and a flick of his paw. (you were going to go whether grim ‘allowed’ you to or not, you need that book.)

your speed walking caught you some funny looks as you sped past students in the halls, you didn’t want to leave your friends hanging. gods this would be so much easier with magic.

you reach the history classroom and the door is slightly ajar. you assume either the professor was still in there or it was purposefully left open. maybe he realized there was a forgotten notebook and thought you’d come back for it. it does have your name across the top in blue pen.

the door squeals on its hinges as it opens slowly, you cringe at the sudden noise. it goes quiet as the door fully opens. no trein in sight, nor does his desk have an addition of your notebook. okay, maybe it’s still at your seat.

the class is empty, thankfully. you don’t have to awkwardly squeeze through strangers looking for a white notebook. a lot of people have white notebooks, but only you have your name. you reach the desk you sat at today and… no book. oh.

“okay, where is it.” you sigh to no one as you fold your arms across your chest, trying to think of anyone who would steal a freshmen history notebook. while you’re thinking, a yawn catches your attention. wait, what?

“check the floor.” the yawn turns into a phrase, making you jump.

“what the hell?” you look around, whipping your head from the left to the right, but ultimately seeing no one. after a minute of silence, from both you and the gruff voice, you inch your way around the desks, checking the row behind. you practically jump out of your skin when you’re met with leona kingscholar sprawled out across a row of seats.

“that can not be comfortable.” you point out the obvious as the scare wears off.

“it’s not.” leona agrees, “but it was quiet, and empty.” he cracks an eye, leaning his head up slightly to look at you upside down. he kind of looks like he’s scowling but it’s hard to tell.

you take a second, somewhat taken aback at his jab to your presence. “right. well, sorry?”

“apology accepted, now get out lest you disrupt me anymore.” okay, rude. you roll your eyes before taking his previous suggestion. you squat down and check the floor for your book and-

“aha!” the notebook somehow ended up in the row behind you, it must have slipped from your bag and slid backwards. you reach under the seat leona’s got his head on, but the sleeping prince catches your arm before you can grab the book. it stuns you for a moment before you recover, “what’s your deal?” you try and back your arm from his grip but he doesn’t let go.

“you. you’re the deal. you’re yellin’ beside my head.” embarrassment rushes to your face, you did triumphantly shout when you found the missing book, that much is true.

“okay, i’m sorry. now please let me go.” leona releases your arm, opting to run a hand through his hair, pushing it away from his eyes as he sits up.

you scoop the notes off the ground, attempting to get out of leona’s bubble before you make enemies with the wrong person (i.e the second born prince of the sunset savanna). he reaches up and stretches his arms and back from probably the worst sleeping spot on school grounds, but something catches your attention. you suck in a breath, not wanting to make assumptions, and lift your left hand.

there sits a perfectly tied red string, transparent yellow glitters still emanating from thin air. looking back up, leona has a matching patch of disappearing glitters that follow his stretch. scrambling to your feet, you drop the notebook you searched so diligently for and reach for leona’s arm as it falls. he opens his mouth to protest but snaps it shut at the panicked look in your eyes. he falters for a moment, hoping you explain before he asks.

the housewarden glances where you’re focused. a dainty red string is unwrapping itself from your finger and reaching towards… him? not a moment later, you’re walking as fast as your legs will take you without giving out, back to your friends who’ve hopefully not forgotten you were with them. you’ve a lot to think about.

then again, so does leona.

azul always humoured the idea of a soulmate. someone to always put up with him, to be by his side eternally. he’s caught himself once or twice drifting off to the idea of who it is, were they like him in any way? was it someone from the human world, the sea, or was he bound to never find this mysterious individual? azul found himself checking his pinky if he remembered. it was always bare.

until the day it wasn’t.

you absentmindedly kick a pebble into the slightly overgrown grass surrounding main street. large stone statues of the seven tower around the street, each with a plaque engraved with their names. something about them felt oddly comforting, like finding an old childhood toy buried deep in a box, but you couldn’t place why.

suddenly, both your arms are taken by a matching pair of twins. one loops his arm around yours, the other lightly grabs onto your shoulder.

one second you’re shuffling around the statues of the seven, next you’re being dragged around by the freaky leech twin duo. floyd offers no explanation, jade simply says he knows what he’s doing. you’d hope so. you hope he’s got a real good explanation for abducting someone off the main street and hauling them to the mirror room, transporting them to the octavinelle dorm building.

the sea theme catches your eye, the plants sway as if they really are underwater, and the air smells slightly salty. you take in the exterior design, how it all blends together and creates a homey feeling for the students.

you breath in the air once again, “okay, now that we’re here, can either of you tell my why i’ve been kidnapped?”

floyd begins cackling behind his hand, “shrimpy-napped!” air passes from your nose, ready to get annoyed with floyd before jade offers an explanation.

“azul has requested you come visit him, this was the best way.”

“no, it’s not? he could have come to talk to me like a normal person.”

the octavinelle dorm opens, revealing the man of topic. “why be normal? besides, i am a very busy man, this was optimal.” optimal for you, you weren’t nabbed off the main street by a pair of eels. you close your eyes for a moment, mentally resetting.

you realize jade and floyd are still hanging off your arms so you shake them off as azul now takes the lead, showing you to his office, where he claims is the best location to have a chat. you’re not sure what he wants from you, or why you’re actually here, but it better be good.

azul sits, gesturing for you to take the seat across from his desk. the chair is simple, seemingly in pristine condition too. maybe it’s new. his desk, on the other hand, has definitely seen better days. there are knicks and scratches all around, marking up the beautiful detailing of the wood. you sit as you examine it.

azul clears his throat, stealing your attention from the chipped desk. “so, ramshackle prefect, are you one hundred percent sure you don’t know how you ended up here?”

you groan as soon as the words leave his lips. this cannot be the reason he’s gotten you prefect-napped by his vice housewarden and his brother. you stand to leave, not wanting to play along with azul’s ridiculous play on your arrival.

“wait- don’t go?” he sounds almost confused, as if he doesn’t know why you’d up and go.

“oh come on, azul, this is like our second proper meeting and you hound me for showing up in twisted wonderland? i don’t know, okay?” you sit back down.

he folds his hands on the desk in thought. he kisses his teeth before starting again, “alright, i’ll admit, that was low of me. how about this, i’ll offer a glimpse of my past in return for some of yours. i am very curious about you.”

at least he admit to his wrongdoing, but why is he interested in you and your past? azul must be able to see the confusion and consideration in your face, he continues. “i cannot lie when i say i haven’t felt the same since you arrived.” his face instantly flushes, as does yours. that really sounded like some twisted love confession.

“i-i mean there’s been this odd feeling i get when someone mentions your name, i can’t quite explain it.”

“azul, stop while you’re ahead. you’re digging a deeper grave here.” he nods, flushed cheeks hidden behind gloved hands.

for the next half an hour, the two of you ignore the odd confession azul accidentally spilled while you share childhood memories. it’s oddly intimate but comforting at the same time.

sometime during an anecdote you lean your arms on the desk, fiddling with the nearest pen to keep your hands busy. a habit that azul shares. he’s flicking a pen back and forth absentmindedly while he recounts the first day he met the twins.

azul lowers his hands, halting the pen's movements, and taps the top of your hand in a comforting attempt. “now, i hope i didn’t… make a… bad impression…” he trails off as quickly as he started.

your eyes are glued to your balled fist where purple glitters begin emanating from thin air, materializing the fated red string. you instinctively flatten your hand to watch the string work its way around your finger. across from you, azul is equally as stunned as he almost rips his glove in attempts to remove it, watching as his own matching shimmer appears.

you’re both stunned to silence. unsure of how to react, or what to say. until the boy across from you breaks the momentary silence, “i guess… i know why i was drawn… to you.” his voice is soft, almost scared as he speaks.

“maybe it was a good thing i was ‘shrimpy-napped’ today.” you’re just as quiet, eyes glossy.

shrimpy-napped? you’ll have to explain that one to him later. you have nothing but time… azul hopes.

kalim knows he can’t indulge the idea of a soulmate too much. he’s next in line to a wealthy family and carries an influential last name. despite knowing this, it’s always been a thought in his busy mind, knowing someone, somewhere is the missing piece to his mental puzzle.

for the last week, something has been bothering kalim. neither he nor jamil can figure out what it is, he’s passing his classes (to his knowledge), he’s got a trustworthy vice housewarden and no one has tried to kill him for the past few months… kalim couldn’t put his finger on the reason his stomach felt like it was in knots.

it got progressively worse over the week and he was afraid he was falling ill. a few tests later and he’s healthy as a horse. with a clean medical slate and nothing of real concern, the only thing kalim can do is plaster a smile on his face and go about his day, trying to ignore the sensation.

the large door separating the lounge from the kitchen swings open with great force. “jamil, i can’t take it anymore! it feels like there’s something wrong with me!”

“i believe i can assure you there’s nothing wrong with you, are you nervous about anything?”

“no,” kalim sighs, dropping his head into his hands. it’s been a week of no answers, and the only time he felt any better was in his classes. maybe it was because his mind was occupied by other things, or… there’s another reason.

you let your head fall back onto your pillow, looking over to grim. “well, weasel? am i dying, or am i dying.” the pads of grim’s paw feel across your forehead, not without shooting you a look over the nickname.

he retracts his paw, tucking it back by his side. “you feel fine? maybe you’re homesick?” grim offers a solution you hadn’t thought of. it wasn’t a non-possibility, you did get transported away from your homeland not two months ago.

you check the phone you were given for the time, “grim, we’re going to be late!” you shoot up straight like a firework, snatching your school bag and blazer before scurrying out the door, grim hot on your trail.

you know you’re not supposed to, but you take off running down the halls of NRC like you’re being chased. the last thing you need is to be late and get in trouble. you dodge other students who aren’t in the same rush you are, they’re probably in the right half of the school anyways. your class was on the opposite side of the school, up two flights of stairs. for someone with magic, this would be easy. no sweat.

you’re in the middle of mentally complaining when you zone back in, you gasp as you almost bullrush the student in front of you, but his companion quickly pulls him aside. your hands just slightly brush up against one another as you pass him. without stopping, because if you do you’ll surely be extremely late, you glance over your shoulder and yell an apology.

you catch sight of who you almost crashed into, and by the gods, you were almost dead. dead at the hands of jamil viper. you just about swept kalim al-asim straight off his feet and onto the ground, but thanks to jamil, you’re spared a swift demise.

many halls and two flights of stairs later and you reach your class. thankfully, just as you step in the bells ring. as you take your seat, you realize you feel a lot better all of a sudden.

a long, lazy hour later, the class finally ends. you’re freed from the grasps of boredom, but a pair of tan hands decked in golden jewellery find themselves on the top of your table, halting your attempt to leave peacefully.

the scarabia housewarden beams as you stand, startled. how did he know what class you’re in? what is he doing here, and what does he need with you?

a hundred questions blind you as kalim settles into the chair in front of your table. his beaming smile fell slightly into a smaller smile. you greet him, somewhat unsure of how you’re supposed to address him, as you know his title but haven’t really made friends with him yet. he dismisses it and asks to see your hands.

your teeth find your lip, biting down lightly in curiosity. you untuck your hands from your pockets and present them towards kalim’s outstretched ones. a gasp falls from his lips when he catches sight of your hand. your left hand.

you look down, unsure of the reason for his reaction.

then you see it. a gasp falls from your lips this time as you bring your hand closer to your face; a little red string, tied perfectly into a bow sits on the base of your little finger.

“when- who-... how!?” unfinished questions fall before you can think. you’ve met your soulmate without even knowing. this had to have happened today, but when? who was it? you only remember just about crashing into… kalim.

your face falls in disbelief. without thinking, you reach towards his hand, where a matching bow sits. the closer you get, the less uniform the bows become. when they’re within a few inches they begin to unravel and wrap around the other, like a vine conjoining in the middle of a wall.

kalim silently watches the spectacle in front of him, amazed. never in a hundred years did he think he’d ever be able to see this happen to him. growing up, he was told stories of soulmates and how they’re very unlikely to ever meet. but here he is, meeting the one the stars believed was best for him.

as you and kalim are watching the pair of strings move like magic a voice clears his throat by the door. you had no idea he was there but jamil shoots the housewarden a look, a warning of sorts, you assume. he knows there’s going to be a lot to unwrap with this newfound information. kalim knows it too, and so do you.

like why is your soulmate interdimensional? man… what a week. (it’s tuesday.)

vil liked the idea of a soulmate. would they be like him? or maybe the opposite. though, he didn’t actively search the lands for his soulmate, he was never opposed to the fact that the gods above, maybe even the seven, had picked someone for him.

him and his entourage of fans who would probably collectively lose their minds if vil announced the existence of his soulmate.

a few days ago, you were given an invitation by the pomefiore’s housewarden for a lesson on twisted wonderland etiquette. you assume crowley put him up to this, or maybe, vil wanted too. you weren’t sure, the only thing the invitation said was a date, time, and location.

now it’s the day, 4pm and you’re standing outside of the pomefiore’s large, castle-like dorm building. the perfectly trimmed bushes and blooming flowers give the exterior a nice, inviting aroma, but the sense of dread and fear have been gnawing on your insides since you passed through the mirror.

surely the wonderland’s etiquette can’t be so different from that of your homeland. maybe it was a ploy, or a faulty invitation. should you leave? yeah-

the door opens gracefully as you’re about to turn on the balls of your heels and high tail it back to the mirror. you’re met with the heeled housewarden of pomefiore, the illustrious vil schoenheit greets you kindly, inviting you in.

“thank you for uh, inviting me here.” you bow your head slightly, unsure.

“it looks like you’ve already got some experience under your belt, good.” does he seriously take you for a baby? you have basic manners, seriously, this cannot be a good use for your time.

but truth be told, vil solely invited you under the guise of an etiquette lesson because he’s had a feeling of lost since you appeared on the first day. something has been tugging at him since then and he had to find out what it is and how he can get rid of it.

vil guides you through elegant hallways, passing by large windows that look out to various places. large gardens, a fountain, beautiful blooming flowers, and chatting residents. all of it is somewhat overwhelming, but you can understand the constant need to be perfect, vil is the embodiment of it.

you trail slightly behind him as his heels tap on the flooring. you’re able to get a good look at him, his perfectly styled hair, creaseless uniform and perfect posture. you wonder how long he takes to get ready each morning.

the tap of his heels stops but you realize too late, you’re just about to crash into his back when he spins on the toes of his shoes. “before i forget, prefect, there’s something in my room i must fetch. come.” and then he’s off again, heels clicking on the shiny tile like tap shoes.

he swings the large detailed door to his room open, it’s decorated elegantly, like the rest of the pomefiore building. it’s something straight out of a designer competition, the sheets and curtains are silky, and expensive looking too.

“is there an ulterior motive for having me here?” the words fall from your lips as you’re looking around before you’re able to stop them. vil spins again, facing your after rooting through a drawer on his bedside table.

the blonde places a hand on your shoulder, gazing down through perfect eyelashes, “i believe with more practice, you won’t make a fool of yourself while you’re here.”

your brows furrow, is that the only reason he wanted to teach you? he thinks you’re a fool? you look over to the hand on your shoulder, but notice something other than his hand, which you were ready to swat away and go back to ramshackle.

iridescent purple glitters fall from midair, and you’re instantly filled with a sense of relief. like an ache that’s finally gone away, like you’ve found something you didn’t know you were yearning for.

technically, you did find something.

as you’re internally monologuing, you feel the hand on your shoulder tighten. vil has realized why he’s had an odd pull in your direction. you’re his soulmate. soul. mate. his mouth goes dry at the thought.

the magic-less human from a different world with an unbridled familiar, hand picked by the gods for him. he has one question: why? he releases your shoulder after you wince under the pressure, floating his hand to your raised one.

vil’s lips purse into a thin line, hiding the purple lipstick fully. he watches the string reach towards the one wrapped around your finger, moving as if controlled like a marionette. each draw of breath is slow, uncalculated and scared. the star believed he’d be excited, like anyone would be, if he found his soulmate, but your situation makes this hard.

he wants to enjoy this experience but you share the sentiment, your lips are pursed and eyes are wide.

the strings meet between your hands, tying into a neat bow between the other string. these fate strings are seemingly very smart; they’ve got some kind of gravitational pull towards its match. vil meets your gaze with an unexplainable shine glossing his pale eyes.

suddenly, his dorm door bursts open, revealing a disheveled rook, who’s actively attempting to smoothen the crinkles in his uniform and dust off his shoulders. he’s not in savanaclaw anymore. shocked, vil rips his hand from its place beside yours, shoving his hands under his arms as he crosses them.

“la roi du poison- oh, et la ramshackle préfet!” rook tosses his hands up, clearly not expecting you. “i hope i’m not interrupting, but there’s a problem in the lounge!” he starts back down the hall before vil can reply, leaving him no choice but to follow.

the housewarden apologizes quickly before only the tap and clack of his heels can be heard as he’s quick to follow his vice into whatever trouble someone’s caused.

you, on the other hand, are left with way more questions than this morning, but have the answer to one. the lifelong question about soulmates has been answered. somewhat.

idia didn’t believe he’d ever care even if he found his supposed soulmate. he’s too awkward, socially inept, and too focused on his games most days to consider searching. if luck was on his side eventually, and the day the string appears comes, he may just change his mind.

the first time you met idia properly, it was a complete mess. he often made appearances via floating tablet, or sent ortho in his place to meetings or gatherings. you heard from others that not many have seen the ignihyde housewarden in person for more than ten minutes total in the three years he’s been in NRC.

others are luckier with the introvert, like azul who shares his love for board games with idia. he’ll get all riled up during the club, going off on tangents, only to zip it moments later, utterly embarrassed about his outburst. azul had grown accustomed to idia’s back and forth attitude, and is more patient with him as a result.

you clutch the papers specifically handed to you by crowley for azul, something about a tax return for… his dorm? you didn’t quite understand what the headmage was yammering about before he ushered you out and directed you to the club, guaranteeing that you’d find the octavinelle housewarden there.

you pause in front of the class crowley mentioned, then push the door open. “well, if it isn’t the ramshackle prefect!” azul greets you as you enter the somewhat empty room, causing others to glance your way before returning to their games, including idia. his gaze lingering for but a moment longer from the corner of his eye. ortho greets you kindly as well, floating over to you, trying to peek at the small stack of papers.

“hello, azul. and ortho!” you smile to both.

“say hello to my brother, too!” ortho’s sweet voice rings as idia, who you now realize is his brother, looks as if he’s shaking like a leaf, ready to fly away with the wind.

“n-no, ortho, it’s okay.” his voice is quick, almost inaudible as he mumbles into his hood, which is doing a poor job of covering the flame-like hair that sprouts off his head.

you shrug walk closer to the table where azul and idia’s half finished game of checkers lies forgotten. you reach out and move around a white piece, claiming victory for the white team, who you assume was idia. you turn to azul and hand him the papers, “crowley sent me to give you these. something about a tax return? whatever he meant by that.”

azul takes the papers, tucking them under his arm. “i run a lounge open to any and all students, headmage must want his cut, i assume. you should come by some time! though, i’m surprised you didn’t know.”

“i uh, would if i could,” you pull the empty pocket liners out of your pockets comically, “i’m completely broke, wallet went poof when i… appeared? here.”

“ah-”

“well, azul, this was great but i’m going backtomydormnow, pleaseexcuseme.” idia’s unexpected, almost panic stricken voice breaks your conversation with azul as he stands, more like jumps, from his seat, startling not only you, but his brother and azul.

as the older shroud brother attempts to speed walk off, ortho floats around in front of him, trying to get him to stay, claiming he never leaves a game unfinished, or a score tied. idia tries to swerve around ortho, to get out as quick as he can, he’s not even fully sure why he wants to leave, why he feels he has to leave, but an overwhelming sense of familiarity surrounded him when you walked in. he tried to ignore it but it got worse the closer you came, and when you finished his game of checkers, he almost passed out.

he has to get out of here. back to the safety of his dorm room, to his games and favourite anime.

idia felt as if he was trapped in a triangle between azul, ortho, and you.

he stumbles over his own foot pathetically, causing you to reach out instinctively to hold onto his arm, hoping to steady him before he falls. idia pauses, looking scared as he brings a shaky hand close to his face. his eyes widen as you all watch a red string materialize from blue glittering stars tie itself around his pinky like magic. his face pales as you copy, bringing your left hand up to view.

a red bow sits neatly around the base of your pinky, blue glitter quickly fading. you slowly move your hand closer to idia’s, watching as the bows unravel and reach for one another. like a pair of vines, they wrap around each other until idia returns to his senses and rips his hand away, covering the new accessory to his everyday wear with his other hand. at the loss of its pair, your string returns to your pinky.

you stand there, utterly dumbfounded in the middle of the board game club. you came to simply deliver some papers to azul, but are now leaving with some very, very confusing new information.

you turn to azul who’s sporting a matching dumbfounded look, and ortho seems to be the only happy one at this point. when you turn back once again, idia has disappeared, possibly quicker than any teleportation magic known to magekind. ortho waves a swift goodbye, giggling as he tails after his brother.

you look at azul again, who’s mostly regained his composure, “well…?”

“what do you mean, ‘well’!? i could use a little more support here, azul. i just found out my soulmate isn’t even from my DIMENSION.” you drag your hands down your face, exasperated. and suddenly, very tired. “y’know what, don’t even answer that, i’m going back to ramshackle.”

you hear azul snicker as you march out of the classroom. asshole.

malleus cast the idea of a soulmate out long ago. with his millennium long life expectancy, he was sure he’d outlive, or had outlived, any type of lover the universe has assigned him.

the heir to briar valley was quite frustrated today. he had overheard some diasomnia students chatting about the idea of soulmates earlier in the morning and it’s been on his mind ever since. it’s well past the final class of the day, and he skipped dinner.

i don’t quite feel hungry as of now. he waved off lilia’s attempt to join them for the meal, worrying sebek the most. lilia quite literally had to hold the first year by the collar to stop him from chasing malleus down.

the housewarden shut himself in his room like a temperamental toddler. angry clouds crackle and pop outside, rivalling his emotions. his head felt like it was swimming in an indescribable pot of gelatin, it was heavy and sad, which troubled malleus more because he thought he was long over the idea of a little red string wrapping itself around his pinky.

what a trivial thing to be so upset over. some things in life aren’t fair, malleus knows that better than just about everyone. time is a thief and age is a curse, the heir gets to live hundreds of lives while that of humans perish so quickly.

sure, he’s enjoyed learning new traditions and customs that have sprouted within his lifetime, but he’s also watched the last remaining folks die in cultures, leaving their history to be forgotten over time.

malleus isn’t sure how, but he’s managed to be so deep in thought that he wandered to the spot he used to occupy before it gained a new resident. what’s now the ramshackle dorm, was once a beaten, dusty, forgotten building beside the main building of NRC.

the day you showed up was one he won’t forget. a human with an unruly, unkempt familiar who really has a knack for getting himself in trouble. since you’ve been living in the old building, fixing it up and going to classes alongside him and his peers, he’s stopped coming here for more than one reason.

it would be impolite to intrude on what is now your space, especially uninvited. he’s settled with lingering in the gardens in front of ramshackle. he’s taken a liking to the purple and blue flowers that have begun to wilt with the cooler season upcoming. malleus runs a finger over one, watching it instantly gain the strength to hold itself up, blooming once again. the purple petals shimmer with the lingering magic he shares, admiring the way it almost seems to follow his hand, asking for more.

“uh, excuse me?” a voice startles him back into focus, he clasps his hand behind his back and turns around. he’s met with a half asleep ramshackle prefect, hair messy and wrapped in a blanket.

“i apologize, i shall be going at once.” he’s been caught, he figures it’s time to find a new place to think.

you take a step forwards, looking the housewarden over, you’ve definitely seen him around before but he always looks either deep in thought or like he doesn’t want to be bothered, so you’ve kept your space from him. “no, wait.”

malleus falters, wait? he does just that. he doesn’t use his magic to teleport away, doesn’t walk backwards, doesn’t move. he allows you to look him over, to judge him, expecting the usual treatment. his guard remains high but he realizes how he towers over you, like he does with everyone else so he somewhat relaxes his body, trying to be smaller.

as you’re examining the semi-stranger in the garden, you notice the singular purple flower that’s in bloom. you tilt your head, looking past malleus. “did you… do that?”

malleus turns, suddenly remembering the flower. a small smile graces his lips as he leans down, picking the flower's stem near the middle. your brows knit together as he turns back and holds his hand out to you. the flower still shimmers from the magic he used. “i did.”

you pluck the flower from his hold, careful not to damage the delicate plant. you bring it close, “is there a reason you’re not in your dorm and in my garden? it’s late and sounds like it’ll rain at any moment,” you look upwards, expecting the sky to be as black as paint but instead you’re greeted with many, many twinkling stars and an almost full moon. “or… not?”

the housewarden follows your gaze, he hardly noticed the clouds have cleared. when did they do that? he swipes at his forehead, clearing his vision from the hair that sprouts around his horns.

“i suppose it is appropriate to explain my presence,” he turns back to you, bangs falling back into place. you’re still looking at the stars but you nod in agreement. “before you inhabited this building, i used to come here to think. since you’ve arrived, i’ve ceased that for clear reasons. i hope you do not mind i still roam the garden. it is quite lovely in the spring when everything begins to bloom.”

you listen to the horned individual, lightly caressing the flower unconsciously. the soft petals felt like nothing you’ve ever felt before, especially in a flower, could that have been due to the magic embedded in it?

“i don’t mind, it’s not like you’re being creepy about it, right?” he hums, “and besides, we all need a space to think. i’m… glad my little makeshift home can be comfortable enough for you.” you look up to him, moonlight glistening across your eyes.

you signal him to lean down, waving him towards you as you take a step closer to the not-so-stranger. his sharp eyes narrow ever so slightly, confused, but leans his head down.

you reach up to the tall man, setting the flower against the inside of his right horn. your finger grazes the side accidentally, you find it to be smoother than you expected. when you lean back, malleus stands up fully once again, and you’re able to take in how large he actually is. for a third year, he’s very tall. must run in the family.

suddenly, everything around goes quiet. no crickets chirp, no frogs sing, nothing. as if the world stopped breathing. the eerie feeling is felt by both you and malleus, but you catch on quicker. your eyes widen as you lock eyes with him, your eyes shoot to his left hand. lo and behold, a red string begins materializing from green shimmer as it slides itself over his pinky. you reach to grab his wrist, to examine what you seriously cannot believe is happening, but he beats you to it.

malleus evades your grasp as he moves quicker than you can see, he’s crouched beside you before you can blink. he’s intently watching the red string he’s sure he’d never see wrap around your little finger, breathless. but you–you’re frozen. frozen to the spot as a million thoughts run through your mind. the most important one though, is why your soulmate is from a whole different dimension. that’s… not good.

malleus’s only thought is: finally.

then dread hits him like a freight train. he wants to be so very happy, to be excited. to tell lilia, to tell someone that he’s found his soulmate, but he knows two things. one; you’re human. two; twisted wonderland is not your home.

malleus meets your eyes, they’re filled with an emotion he can’t place. but if this is bothering you, your face definitely shows it. he’s quick to stand, and as soon as you blink, he’s gone.

the purple flower, seemingly frozen in time, flutters from the place malleus’s head just was. a gust of wind suddenly picks up, stealing the flower from your outstretched grasp as clouds quickly fill the sky like they did earlier. a crackle, some thunder, and they’re ready to split open and flood these lands.

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dgaftilwedie · 3 hours ago

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redoing this again cuz the last time i did this, it was like almost a year ago... but now that im thinking about it my answers are kind of similar............

NAMGYU NAMGYU NAMGYU .... recently also michael de santa :3 (hoffman and billy lenz and the nameless ghouls are pretty much always there in the background too)

lighter ALWAYSSSSS

it's usually always cracked in the summer but i lock it in three different places because im paranoid

literally all of them

brown :3

idk man :( i thought it would be funny

hair ties are just easier to keep on me but i can't deny a good scrunchie

three but one of them doesn't even have water in it, it has hawaiian punch

ICED coffee, and it has to be like diabetes-in-a-cup for me to enjoy it

probably ^___^

writing

a very sleep kind

uhmmmmmm it's 1:42am now so like... maybe around midnight-ish???

who doesn't???

proud cat mom :3

ermm....... no....... no not yet........ soon i hope......... soon.........

the one where i can't see things far away

i use men's 2 in one shampoo ... that's it

DURRRRRR

soda

all of my stuffed animals... im supposed to be getting rid of some of them but that's going to be so hard

i don't know :3 i just go off of what people say

i like it sometimes, like in the fall through the early winter and also the early spring but i get kind of tired of it because i get cold easily. i would much rather be chilly than gross and warm and sweaty though............

probably talking... long ass conversation. maybe with drinks. i could go for a monster rn...

i feel like i use perfume more

not to be graphic but michael de santa giving me hella backshots

last night i think i got around like 8 hours??? i think???

not anymore... i haven't for like 3 years

cozy warm but not so hot it like, burns my skin and makes me look like a tomato

there are two cups, one bowl, and one fork... this is a record for me actually

anything by ghost, the gdtop album, swan songs by hollywood undead... and also my whole comfort band playlist

yes... it's supposed to be a beach towel but i use it for my showers anyways :P it has white and pink stripes on it

i went on a hike today with one of my friends. we bumped into each other at a gas station and were like "fuck it let's do something" so we went to a trail up the road. we also totally misread the maps so we ended up taking a way more like... physically complicated path instead of the more relaxed one so that was fun!!! my body hurts!!! then we went to get food and i got sushi AND chicken tenders ... yum yum yum

uhmmmmmmmmm first song that came to mind was he is by ghost

est :3

i changed it to something else ONCE and then i was immediately like "ew this is gross" like i lost my brand or something... i changed it back within 5 minutes LMFAOAOAO

a couple of my friends from elementary school, but there's only like three of them

i don't... use... soap bars...

YES GODDDDDDD YESSSSSSSSSSS i have a giant collection that just keeps growing... some of my favorites are chapstick clover honey, sour patch kids blue raspberry (it tastes sour), maple bacon, mountain dew livewire, and reese's peanut butter cup :3

today as in march 16th, no. today as in march 15th (because i haven't gone to bed), yeah i had smartfood

45% coffee, 25% creamer/milk/half&half/whatever the fuck, 30% sugar and whatever flavoring im feeling that day. ICED. so fucking iced it's basically a popsicle.

tiktok...................

i like them sometimes if they're not too spicy... i need to like make myself more tolerant to spice

i plead the 5th

yesterday as in march 15th, yes... yesterday as in march 14th, no.........?????? maybe?????? i don't remember right now it was probably just me playing gta v all day

BLACK CHRISTMAS 1974 WOOOOOOOO also the newer miser brothers christmas special... the one that was released in either 2008 or 2009 i don't remember exactly

"YOU DON'T KNOW DUCK TALES????????"

it was like 2021 i think, i was 15, and my mom gave me a sip of wine... EW.

i think i figured it out last summer ... but i haven't tried in a while

yeah sure why not idc :P

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

#kira's answering questions. again.

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onaswife · 16 hours ago

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In search of an omega

Couple: alpha! Leah Williamson x alpha! Alessia russo x omega!fem!reader

Au!Omegaverse. Alpha x Alpha x Omega

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: Smut, English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes, Bad behavior of former Chelsea teammates (nothing is real)

Leah and Alessia, both Arsenal players and Alphas, had been together for a while; they met on the England national team. Their relationship was strong and solid. But for some time now, they both felt like something was missing. They both love each other; there's always that spark between them, both in their relationship and in sex, but they still felt like something was missing. An omega who would fit in with them, who would complete them. Although they had met many omegas recently while celebrating at bars, none seemed to be the omega they were looking for.

But everything changed when the new player arrived from the team's arch-rival, Chelsea. Y/N, a Chelsea full-back, the best full-back they could have, decided to sign with Arsenal. Fans claimed it was the biggest betrayal.

Her signing from Chelsea was a surprise. At Stamford Bridge, Reader had been one of the most dangerous players against Arsenal, a nightmare on the pitch. But seeing her arrive on presentation day wearing the red jersey of her new team made something in Leah and Alessia click.

It was her.

The perfect omega for them.

Her scent was intoxicating, her presence impossible to ignore. She had no idea how much they wanted her. And best of all… she didn't have an alpha yet.

After the welcome that was given every time a new member joined the team, Leah and Alessia were fighting over who would show Y/N around. They both took it easy, showing her all the essential places (and the non-essential ones too). They both took the opportunity to get to know her better, exchanging numbers with the excuse that she would text them in case she had questions or needed a driver, since Y/N didn't have a car yet.

From that day on, the Arsenal veterans began flirting. It wasn't obvious flirting; it was just little things, like making sure Y/N felt comfortable.

Then, the flirting began to develop, so that after practice, Alessia and Leah would offer to drive her home, making sure she was safe and comfortable.

Over the course of two months, they had already established a relationship of trust between them. Y/N was their favorite Omega. The physical contact began to increase, small touches at first, then leaving their hands lingering longer than usual on the Omega's back, or touching her shoulders or giving her massages after a more aggressive workout.

But the real hunt began with the texts.

At first, they were casual. "Hard training today, are you okay?" "See you tomorrow, want us to bring you some coffee?" But then… they began to change. They were much more flirtatious, almost like proposals.

"You looked beautiful on the court today. Hard to concentrate with an Omega like you around."

"Have you ever thought about what it would be like to have two Alphas just for you?"

"We love seeing you tremble when we look at you, omega. The question is… how much more could we make you tremble?"

Y/N couldn't handle the tension. She felt on fire every time the messages appeared on her screen. Her thoughts clouded during training when she felt Leah and Alessia's eyes on her. She couldn't deny how much she loved them, how much she desired them. She couldn't stop her thoughts from wandering at the comments the alphas made. She could imagine what it would be like to be with both of them, how their lips felt on hers, roaming her body, feeling them next to her. After those thoughts and more, she always ended up needy with a vibrator on her clitoris, moaning at the thoughts of Leah and Alessia.

One night, after a rather intense game in which everyone was exhausted enough to not want to celebrate, Leah texted her, just as she did every day, "Enough with the hints. We want you for ourselves. Let us take you on a date."

Y/N hesitated… thought about it for a few seconds. Then the answer came out faster than she thought, almost naturally.

"Yes."

The first date was perfect. Leah and Alessia took her to an intimate restaurant, where the jokes, the glances, and the heat between them became unbearable. Leah played with the rim of her glass, looking at her with that arrogant smile that made it hard for the Omega to breathe.

"You know you belong to us, right?" Alessia murmured in her ear when Leah had gotten up to go to the bathroom.

Y/N felt her skin prickling. Her omega instinct screamed at her to snuggle between them, to let herself be claimed. But her mind and she knew she shouldn't, at least not yet. Y/N had a feeling they were the alphas she wanted in her life, to mark her and bear her pups.

When Leah returned from the bathroom, she resumed her place on Y/N's other side, resting her hand on her thigh. Y/N became even more nervous; she liked the closeness they both showed her, but at that moment she felt much more sensitive. Every little touch she felt from Alessia, every touch from Leah made a tingle straight to the core.

When the three of them finished dinner amid laughter and knowing glances from the couple, the date came to an end. The three of them stood up from where they were sitting, feeling a tinge of sadness knowing the date would come to an end. The three of them walked slowly toward the exit, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. When they got to the car, they opened the door for Y/N to get in first, and then they both got in, heading for the apartment where Y/N had started staying.

After that great first date, it turned into a second. The second into a third. And soon, after almost a year of dating and an informal relationship between the three of them, Y/N was spending more time at Leah and Alessia's house than she was at her own. It started as a weekly movie night. One day a week, they would get together to watch a movie at the alphas' apartment, where Y/N ended up staying the night. Then, they would spend time at the apartment, where the three of them, after some discussion, decided to sleep there. Using the excuse of the sleepovers they sometimes had, Y/N started leaving items of clothing in the alphas' closet, so when they went out to train the next day, Y/N would inevitably be impregnated with the scent of Leah and Alessia.

Although Alessia and Leah joked about it, deep down, they both knew that Y/N already belonged to them, was their omega without the need for a brand, or well, even without the brand.

Then came that game. The big London derby. Chelsea versus Arsenal.

Back when she played for Chelsea, she used to destroy Arsenal. But now… now it was different.

Y/N didn't just play well, she played with fire. Every pass, every dribble, every shot was a declaration: She belonged to Arsenal now.

Chelsea weren't happy about losing her. It was pretty obvious from the pre-match press conference, where the current manager lamented having accepted Arsenal's offer for her, and the current players on her squad made their displeasure clear on the pitch.

It started with off-the-cuff comments, talking about how needy Y/N was with the alphas, which was why they didn't want her on the team, and resentful glances from Lauren James. The two had been quite close during Y/N's time with her former team, so James felt her departure was a betrayal of what they were building together.

Before halftime, things escalated pretty quickly. Now it wasn't verbal, now it was physical: harsh tackles, fouls, "accidental" hits, all without being booked by the referee. When she saw that, she pretended nothing had happened.

There was a particularly harsh tackle on Y/N as she ran down the touchline, looking for Lessi or Frida. After finding Frida and sending a cross in, she felt a sharp pain run from her ankle to her thigh. She fell straight to the ground, clutching her ankle, the pain nagging at her. She tried to get back to her feet, all in short, slow movements. First, she rolled onto her back, then placed a hand on the damp grass until she could sit up. As soon as she was seated, she heard a voice, one she unfortunately recognized quite well.

"Stop pretending and get up. No one believes your lies anymore." Y/N felt her chest tighten for a moment, her breath catching in her chest as her eyes widened in surprise.

"Come on, useless omega, get up." Without any tact, she grabbed her forearm, lifting her painlessly, pulling her arm with a firm grip. She was about to utter more words until she felt someone push her. By inertia, the omega fell back onto her butt onto the grass, hoping the pain in her ankle would pass soon.

Minutes later—after the medics came onto the field to check on her ankle and tell her it was fine, it had just been the blow—Y/N could finally see what all the commotion was about.

Alessia was grabbing James by the collar of her jersey, while Katie and Beth were trying to separate her and Leah. Y/N looked to her side when she felt someone grab her hand. It was Kyra and Lotte.

"They'll be fine. How are you doing? We can tell Renée to make the substitution."

Kyra was the one who spoke, while Lotte brought her hand up to the injured omega's face, hoping to see some sign that she wasn't fit to continue playing.

"Lessie has to be stopped, otherwise she'll get a red card!" Lotte and Kyra glanced at each other for a second, then turned to look at the area where the argument was going on. Neither alpha was budging. While Lauren continued to yell insults at Y/N, Alessia was trying to calm down and not punch her in the face, which wasn't working as the doctors continued to work on her Omega.

"You better stay away from her, otherwise, I won't take care of a broken nose."

"Believe me, we all want to stay away from that whore," James blurted out near Alessia's face, seeing how she was getting closer and closer to losing her temper. "How much harder are they going to try to get her into bed? Although, well, she's not very good there."

Upon hearing Lauren's words, Leah felt her anger grow even more, she felt her blood boil, but she thought more clearly and approached the referee, telling her about the comments Lauren kept making.

After what was a "fight" that lasted about 10 minutes, the referee sent Lauren off, allowing the match to continue.

When the final whistle blew, marking Arsenal's victory, the first thing she did was run straight to Leah and Alessia—who, impressively, wasn't penalized.

The two of them welcomed you with open arms, enveloping you in their scent, making sure everyone saw who you belonged to now. Leah was the one who broke the silence between the three of them.

She whispered in her ear, "You played amazing, baby. I think you deserve a reward." You blushed even more than you already had from the previous game and buried yourself deeper in your alphas' arms, enjoying the moment of closeness.

When they arrived at the locker room amidst the victory celebrations against Chelsea, Y/N was trapped between her alphas' bodies. Leah was holding her by the waist, leaning her body against the omega's back, while Alessia was hugging her from the front, resting her head in the crook of Y/N's neck.

Leah placed soft kisses on Y/N's neck and the nape of her neck, feeling her begin to melt in her hands, a sensation that Leah loved.

"Why don't we go home instead?"

"We could have our own private celebration." Alessia was the one who spoke this time against the omega's ear, leaning her body against Y/n's, making her feel her small erection against her abdomen.

If before I was in a hurry to shower quickly, now it was a necessity to finish and go home quickly.

You barely had time to process what those words meant before finding yourself in your nest—the apartment you all now shared, the place you'd previously lived almost abandoned—

Leah and Alessia couldn't wait any longer; they'd been patient, but the match had changed everything. Seeing how you fought for every ball, how you responded to your former teammates' words, and how in the second half you looked like a completely new and sexy person, it took its toll on both of them.

That night, after dinner made by Leah and snuggled up in the nest in Lessi's arms, soft, tender kisses began to land on your face and neck from the older alphas. After a kissing session that gradually escalated in intensity and clothes began to get in the way, Leah took the omega in her arms, wrapping her legs around her waist, so she could simultaneously grind her member against her crotch.

Y/N was purring and moaning with need. She needed to feel her alphas, she wanted to feel the release they'd been avoiding since they left the stadium.

As soon as they got to the bedroom, Leah sat with Y/N on her lap while caressing her omega's waist and butt. "You don't know how much I need you, baby, how much I want you," the alpha began to whisper against her ear while the omega moved her hips over her cock. She pulled the shirt the girl was wearing over her head, throwing it on the bedroom floor.

She brought her face to my chest, beginning to lick and lightly bite my nipples. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter watching her and feeling her on my body. The only thing on my mind was feeling them even more.

When I heard Lessi's footsteps enter the room, Leah and I were already naked, her cock buried inside me. I couldn't stand it anymore. Leah had stopped her movements every time she felt I was close to my orgasm, but every time I began to move away from her body, she gripped my hips more firmly and wouldn't let me move. I felt Lessi's presence before her hands behind my back. She was already naked, and she began kissing my neck and then leaving small bites.

"You look so pretty riding Leah's cock, so pretty and so ours." She left a slightly harder bite, making me moan. "Who should be putting a nice mark here?" She ran her tongue over the spot where the couple's mark should have been. "Lessi… Please." It was on automatic, without me realizing I had left the space free for her to mark me.

I heard Leah giggle beneath me. “She’s a desperate little omega, desperate for our cocks and a mark.” She grabbed my thighs and left a squeeze there, indicating that she would start rocking me on her cock again. “What more do you want? To be tied up while Lessi marks you?” The only thing that came out of my lips was a lewd moan as I moved faster on Leah’s cock, trying to reach my orgasm. I needed the release otherwise I would come crazy.

The overstimulation I was feeling was overwhelming. Alessia's hands roaming my body, feeling her begin to press against my ass, Leah's mouth on my breasts, and her cock buried inside me. It was getting closer and closer. I could feel that familiar tug in my belly.

"Please, Leah, please, I need to do this." My voice sounded needier than ever, desperate gasps leaving my chest. I couldn't recognize myself being so submissive and needy; it wasn't like me, but feeling the level of pleasure I was reaching was something new.

"You're ours now," Leah murmured. "Forever," Alessia added.

As soon as I heard those words, followed by that stinging sensation on my neck and something hot running down my lower back and ass, I felt myself come down from that cloud of pleasure at an accelerated pace. The orgasm that swept through me was an avalanche of heightened senses. I continued to feel Leah's thrusts, then a deeper, stronger thrust until Leah stilled, panting against my neck. That's when I felt it.

Alessia had marked me, and Leah had knotted me.

I'd never felt more whole. More loved. More hers.

Chelsea might have been furious. I might have lost friends. But in this moment, between Leah and Alessia's arms, lying in my nest, nothing mattered.

Because now I had a new home. And two alphas who would never let me go.

Here is what was promised, I hope you like it and sorry if there are mistakes.

#woso x reader #woso omegaverse #arsenal wfc #leah williamson x reader #alessia russo x reader

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starconstruction · 1 day ago

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Celebratory Sun

Idol/Friend Chaewon x Male Reader (Smut)

smut tags: feet, pussy licking, blowjob, backshots, facial, outside sex.

happy HOT comeback season, it is certainly songs that exist. Enjoy some Chaewon.

Word Count: 1751, not proof read.

The sun was out in full force, bathing the two of you in its warmth. You and Chaewon were celebrating the latest comeback, you rarely got the chance to see her given the circumstances of her being always busy, savoring every second you had with her.

Chaewon laid on the sun chair, recently pedicured feet that laid against your hand. Appreciating the softness of her soles as you gave her a massage. You sat comfortably below your idol friend, in nothing more than some shorts.

"Hmm that feels nice." Chaewon remarked, giving you praise. Her hands held a cocktail glass - a simple mojito - taking a sip. "You aren't so bad at this whole cocktail thing." She chimed, swirling the ice with her straw.

"I used to be a bartender in college, had some practice." You responded, hands staying firmly on her feet, pressing around for any knots.

"Oh, you should make me more tonight, this might be the only time I can get smashed for the next few months..." She lamented, drinking more of the lime flavored substance.

"As long as you pay for the alcohol." You replied, ramping up your massage, introducing your tongue to the affair. She gasped at the sudden slick muscle on the base of her feet, you loved Chaewon's entire body but her tasty soles were the one constant between every hangout session.

"Honey, I pay for everything." She laughed, the nickname made your heart flutter a bit. You had some feelings for Chaewon, knowing her long before IZ*ONE but a formal relationship with her would be impossible. So instead you showed your affection with actions, trailing up and down.

You pulled away, "I know, you're the best and oh so perfect." Her eyes rolled with your thick sarcasm, swapping to her other foot, replacing the salty, pungent sweat with a equally shiny layer of saliva.

"I know I am, otherwise you wouldn't be kissing my feet right now." She taunted, watching your tongue writhe between every crevice of her toes, exploring every part with a rapacious appetite.

A sudden yell from Chaewon made you stop, eyes locked in on her toned stomach. A green hued liquid pouring down her body, pooling downwards as it collected on her bikini bottoms.

"Oh nooooo" She feigned surprise, another one of Chaewon's usual antics. "My bikini is completely soaked! Guess I have to take it off." Good thing this was a private pool, Chaewon pretended to give an effort of movement, hands grabbing the waistband of her bikini and then she stopped.

"Damn... I can't seem to move enough, do the honors for me." She lured you in, a natural vixen as your hands finished what she couldn't. Her pussy coming out of hiding and into your eyes. Shining brightly against the luminous sun, a fleshy pink lotus. The obscene sight sending blood right down to your cock.

"Oops!" Chaewon yelled, a faux concern as her arm mysteriously pushed you inwards, face pressed into her cunt, you got the memo. Tongue lapping up Chaewon's taste, a sinful combination of the intricate cocktail and her arousal.

"Ugh.. fuck.." Her moans came from the gut, the act of eating your friend out was filthy, dirty but so fucking hot. Tongue sliding in between her lips as you flicked around every facet of her intimate area.

"You taste so fucking good Chae.." You growled, high on her taste as you spat on her eager hole, rubbing the bubbly white slime into her with your tongue.

"Hmph! God fuck.." Chaewon's moans were always disorderly, panting with pure desire as her brain emptied to take all the pleasure you offered her. The company's demands, the annoying fans, the intense dances all melted away on your tongue.

Your tongue went inside her body, tongue fucking her soaked hole, nose pressed deep into her as you breathed her in. Her musk drove you wild, mingling with the sweat that formed on her completely smooth body.

She arched slightly into your penetrating tongue, the thought hit you suddenly. You were tongue fucking The Kim Chaewon, thousands of men and women would kill to be in this position, but only you were living it.

"FUCK FUCK C-CUMMING!" Chaewon had no elegance in her arrival, tongue forced out as she squirted over your face, claiming you as hers in the sun.

You reluctantly pulled away from her folds, she was a delicious shade of red, body entirely covered in shining sweat, you didn't know when her bikini fully came off, her pink nipples caught your attention. Restraining yourself from feasting on them with all your strength.

"That tongue is always so good. Come, sit at the edge of the pool for me." Chaewon said, slowly getting off the defiled sun chair, a puddle formed under where she sat. Nothing went to waste as you licked the juices off.

Chaewon's seductively slim body dipped into the water, the pool grabbed at her curves, the blue water was pretty and elegant. Nothing compared to Chaewon, the hottest babe in the world. Her feet touched the concrete base, body dancing in the water. Elegantly waving her hands as she brought you in, a siren who had the full capabilities to destroy you.

You removed your swimming shorts, cock fully erect to the warm air, "Such a thick cock, come quicker I need that in my fucking mouth." She rasped, swimming over to the corner where you resided. Her hair laid draped over her shoulders, sweat being washed away with the crisp water.

Chaewon's hand gripped your base, emphasizing your girth with how she struggled to hold it, looking at it with wonder. Flatly pressing her tongue against your head. Giving you a sexy wink as her tongue went down your length, leaving a warmth etched into dick. "Hmm, that taste... I think of this every comeback." She licked the sides, admiring your dick like a popsicle. Every sensation made you melt under the idol, she started with an elegance that will quickly fade.

"Chae.. Fuck." You gasped, her mouth enveloping your cock with hunger, tongue flicking at every morsel of your meat. God her mouth is too fucking good.

Chaewon moved down again, taking you in her entirety, her brain was dizzy for your cock. Brain short circuiting as she reunited with your taste, your scent, the way you felt in her mouth. Shakily releasing gusts of breath on your tip that dripped pre-cum into her mouth.

"You take my cock so well, so fucking well." You praised, throbbing in the warmth of Chaewon's mouth. You felt very fuzzy, breathless in this moment, Chaewon came up for air. "I miss this, wish I could suck you off so much more." Chaewon whispered, voice deep in reflection as she dipped her tongue into your slit.

"We could, I'll come out to you if that's the problem." You said, imagining a world where you aren't restricted to one night every few months.

"Maybe, there's quite a few days where I'm in a hotel nearby. Let's talk about it later, for now I need this cock inside me." She said, body getting out the water.

"What position?" It was a simple question, one that gave you infinite possibilities. Mind immediately racing to one position and one position only.

"Face down, ass up for me Chae." You purred, watching her body as she repositioned. Her thick ass right popped out in front of you for the taking. Hand gripping onto her cheek, groping handfuls of the idol. So much effort had to have gone into something this perfect, all yours to touch.

"Backshots? Fuck that's hot." She barked, your cock rubbed against her wetness. Coating it thoroughly before pushing the first inch into her hole, it welcomed you like so many times before. She was practically molded for your cock.

"It's cute you are going slow but just fuck me already!" She sounded irritated, fine then. You gripped onto her ass, delivering aggressive slams. "Oh fuck!" She moaned, you went in and out, splitting her open with every single thrust.

"So tight Chaewon! Fuck!" You choked out, witnessing your cock emerge before it went back in, Chaewon's moans were so fucking hot. If there was anyone nearby they'd definitely hear her screams, so loud, so needy, so filthy.

You held Chaewon's head down against the floor, delivering the strongest thrusts yet. "Take my fucking cock! Bet you'd let anyone fuck you like this, fucking slut!" You yelled, pulling her into your shaft.

"No! Nobody could ever fuck me this good. Just you!" Chaewon screamed, head light with the suffocating pleasure, her fingers found her clit. Assisting your actions, the new pleasure made her tighten. Practically suffocating your meat, drowning in her.

You pressed your hand against her chest, her heartbeat felt in every pad of your fingers, irregular much like your thrusts at this point.

"Chaewon!" You moaned out her name, the complements falling behind to a particularly strong pulse of pleasure.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" Chaewon was vulgar, letting out the primal noises that were desperate to get out. Her pussy giving you one last squeeze, panting out whorish gasps.

"P-pull out.. I want your fuck cum on my face...." She demanded, cock leaving her warmth. Hand letting up against her face.

She turned around with carnal desire, tackling you onto the ground as she aggressively stroked you for all you were worth, pumping up and down with unadulterated lust. She looked up with lidded eyes, a tight smirk that made you so close.

"Cum for me! Fucking cum for me Y/N, paint my face!" She begged, hungry for your load. If she wanted your cum she was going to get it.

Time froze as the sensation rose up to your tip, legs spasming under your friend as thick spurts covered her face, coating her forehead, cheeks, lips, teeth and even some in her hair. Face totally ruined.

"W-wow." You breathed out, coming down from the high Chaewon bestowed you with.

"Thank you Y/N." She took the thick gloppy cum onto her fingers, collecting it up as she pressed it into her arms. Your load being rubbed into her skin as it slowly disappeared, then she used the excess on her face. All evidence of your load completely disappeared.

"That was so fucking good Y/N, how about we shower, get so fucking drunk and discuss doing this more often?" She asked, smiling earnestly.

"Sounds good Chae, I'll carry our stuff." You replied.

"Wow, such a gentlemen."

#smut #male reader #imagines #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #girl group smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #le sserafim smut #chaewon smut

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ace-of-bass · 2 days ago

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All of this is real but I wanna add on a personal story that's the reverse of the original post, just so folks don't think all is lost.

When I was growing up, my parents were staunch Republicans. Both of them are very Evangelical, both are from from southern families, both were military brats, and my dad spent 20+ years in the air force. Not a combo that's particularly well known for making people less conservative. My mom tells me that when my parents were in college in the early 90s my dad could've been a Young Republican.

I think my dad's mind began to change around the 2008 election, when we lived in DC. DC is a fairly progressive city, though it's also a military town, and for the first time my dad knew people at church who were liberal and had productive, respectful conversations with them. He still disagreed, but he understood that it was a difference of opinion - not that liberals were evil or stupid.

My dad's mind further changed in 2014, when he was deployed to Afghanistan. He became really close with his translator, who was working and hoping to immigrate to the US - actually I think his first translator did immigrate while he was there and he had a second one for the last couple months he was there. He also saw the incredible hospitality of Afghan people and was blown away by it. He still keeps up with his translator, who lives in Texas now. One thing he said to me at the time was something to the effect of, "Afghans are just like us. They want a better life for their children and are willing to work hard to attain that."

I couldn't trace the evolution in my mom's beliefs quite as well, since she was less outspoken about her politics when I was a kid, but I know a couple things more recently helped move her left. One of our good friends from the church we attended in Arizona, a kid a couple years older than me, came out as trans a few years after we moved away. When we knew her, she had always been thoughtful, intelligent, and well-spoken, as had her mom. When she came out, her mom was unflinchingly supportive, despite plenty of transphobia from other people at the church. My mom didn't actively join in either side but watched it play out on facebook. A few years ago, after the Club Q shooting in my parents' current home of Colorado Springs, my mom said that she thought that all the homophobia and transphobia from the church was wrong. She said there were maybe some Bible verses against being gay, but she couldn't think of any that were against being trans.

But the thing that got my mom really fired up against the republicans was COVID-19. My sister is immunosuppressed and so the isolation of the pandemic hit my family particularly hard, since it was really not safe for them to go anywhere. All the while, conservative voices at their church insisted that services go on as usual, in person, masks and tests not required. This was life or death for my sister, and the callousness of my mom's community broke her heart, I think, and also got her upset at the republican party and Donald Trump (someone my parents had never liked). In 2020, my parents cast their first blue votes.

As my beliefs have rocketed leftwards, my parents' have less quickly. But I still find it fairly easy to talk about politics with them, as long as I don't use the most inflammatory language. Last year, my dad brought up not liking Biden's foreign policy, and said that the handling of the situation in Palestine was a disaster. He said, "I'm not pro-Hamas, I mean, they are a terrorist organization, but the response from Israel has just been so incredibly outsized and unwarranted, and Biden has done nothing against it." Maybe not #fromtherivertothesea, but a more progressive stance than most would expect.

Anyway, I think this reiterates what prev said, that you have to be continually progressing forward. My parents haven't ever been radical, but they've always been open to new ideas, new experiences, and new perspectives, listening to others and hearing what they have to say. If you strive for those things, I think that will do a lot to inoculate you against propaganda.

#deradicalization #us politics #conservative #progressive #propaganda

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torlibram · 2 days ago

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God looked up from Its latest experiment. There had been the faintest of pings from somewhere in the vast(1) room. It listened intently. Amid the rustles of falling sparrows, God could just hear a tiny whine; the mildest of off-notes souring the celestial harmonies.

Pacing slowly around, God checked each world in turn. Forty-one of the micro-environments were humming along nicely but then It came to the blue-green one on the pile of textbooks next to the chimney.

This was a recent effort, barely 6000 years old. God had been going through a 'free-will' phase back then and this world had been a prototype meant to test certain philosophical axioms. Bending closer to it, God could hear the whine deepening. Some mechanism had been dislodged or blocked and now harmonics were beginning to build up towards a malfunction that would mean the whole thing shaking itself apart. God shook one of Its heads: finding where all the bits landed was always a pain even with Its eyesight. Worse yet were the exeters(2) that meant It had to take it apart again to find what It had missed.

Fishing Its pince-nez out of Its apron pocket, God peered more closely. Lifting the atmosphere aside with the end of a screwdriver, It looked at the axioms that were powering the delicate ontological pistons. As God had suspected, one of the bearings was out of alignment.

It reached into a pocket for Its toolkit and took out the stethoscope. Holding the resonator next to the cam shaft, It listened intently to the chanted syllables. "E equals MC squared", came a tenor voice. "An object shall maintain a constant velocity unless acted upon by an external force," chimed in another tenor, two notes below the first. One by one, God sorted through each of the rules that defined the reality of this world, searching for the discordant note. Finally, on a bass frequency so low it barely counted as sound, It found it. "What do you get if you multiply six by nine?" the axiom asked, over and over again.

"Nine?" snorted God, "why the Downstairs has it gotten corrupted to nine?" Carefully, It adjusted the axiom back down a couple of notches and put the atmosphere back. "That's better," It thought and went back to work.

(1) Vast by mortal standards. It was barely more than a light-year square with the five-dimensional equivalent of tatty carpet on the floor. God tended to bang Its cranium on the ceiling if It stood up too fast. Its Spouse kept nagging It to build a proper shed at the bottom of the garden.

(2) Exeter. noun. When you have taken something apart and reassembled it, the screw or other part left over is known as the Exeter. Adams, Lloyd, 1983.

Instead of the curse you intended to lift, you have accidentally broken a curse so ancient that it was assumed to be a fundamental law of the universe.

#humour #writing prompt

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queen-of-deans-booty · 3 days ago

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Dare or Dare?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.8k

Warnings: fluff

Summary: You and Dean have a special relationship. A never-ending game of Dare or Dare goes on when suddenly, you want a bit of truth. It’s time to decide if you want tot cross the thin line between friends and something more.

Square Filled: “Stop complaining. I saved your life.” (2021) for @spnquotebingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

Dean would have driven to the bar but his car was wrapped around a tree so it’s not able to run right now. You told him not to speed through the woods like a maniac, but did he listen to you? No. When does he ever? If he had, you would have driven him out of the woods with minor scratches on his car. Now he needs a whole new engine, so you’re going to let him suffer alone with that one.

Thankfully, the bar isn’t too far from the Bunker, or else Dean would have taken one of the other cars. It’s good to get some fresh air and get in your steps even though this recent hunt has you going well over thirty thousand.

“God, I’m never going to get the stench of werewolf blood out of my clothes.”

“Get new ones.”

“What about my car? It’s going to take forever to fix her up.”

“You like doing that kind of work. You said it relaxes you.”

“It’s going to take weeks for the cuts on my legs to heal. Not to mention I have a fracture in my left arm. I think I also got a concussion.”

“Stop complaining. I saved your life,” you roll your eyes.

“Yeah, after I made it easy for you.”

You scoff with a smile and push him away from you flirtatiously. “Just admit I’m a better hunter than you.”

“No, sweetheart. I’m better.”

“Yeah, whatever you say, tough guy.” Dean looks at you like you have two heads. “All I’m saying is that I hunted with blood gushing out of my vagina but sure, little cuts on your legs are definitely something to get upset over.”

“I’m not…” Dean pouts. “They’re big cuts.”

You laugh and push open the door to the bar. The place isn’t crowded with a lot of people, but there are enough for the place to be buzzing with chatter. There are two spots by the bar that you snag and wave over to the bartender who finishes with a customer.

“Two beers, please.”

“You got it.”

He comes back with your drinks and you slide one over to Dean who catches it easily. This is the bar you two frequent a lot, but there are always new faces. This is the kind of bar someone goes to when they’re passing through town. It’s a run-down bar that has good music and delicious alcohol, so it’s good enough in your book.

There is a group of girls by the pool table that Dean has his eye on, and you can’t help but feel a pang in your heart. You’ve practically grown up with the Winchesters. You met Dean when you were a freshman in high school and immediately clicked with him. He was easy to talk to, and he helped you get away from your overbearing parents.

It was hard not to fall in love with him. He’s easy on the eyes, he has a way with the words, and he is very charming. He knows just what to say when you feel sad, he is always there for you even if all you need is silent company, and he makes the bad times seem not so bad. The first time he brought him a woman for the night, you stayed in your motel room and cried yourself to sleep. Granted, emotions were already high from the hunt you had just finished, but you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be on the receiving end of his romance.

That’s where you’re stuck right now. In limbo. You’ve been here for decades. There had been a couple of times when you two were close to crossing that line (thanks to expensive alcohol you got Castiel to steal), but you never went over the line. Why would you? It’s scary on the other side. So many “what if” questions and not enough answers. At least on this side, you know where you stand.

“See something you like?” you ask, eyeing the same group of girls as he is.

“Wanna play Dare?” he grins.

Oh, God, not this game. Truth or dare is such a boring game so you play Dare or Dare with Dean. It’s just like how it sounds, but it usually ends with either one of you getting too close to that invisible line. You and Dean have a naturally flirtatious relationship because he makes everything so easy. It’s very easy to fall for his charm when he smiles. He has such a pretty smile.

“Sure,” you say, plastering a smile onto your face.

“Okay, I’m going to go over there and talk to the little blonde, and I dare you to come over there and exclaim I was the best sex you ever had and leave. You know, really sell how great I am.”

“How do I put up with you?”

“You love me,” he grins.

There goes that damn smile. You open your mouth to deny him but what comes out is the complete opposite.

“Okay, bet.”

Dean is gone before you can back out of the dare. He’s always daring you to do something like this. It helps him get laid which should be a deterrent given your current situation, but it’s like you can’t say no. Having his attention on you albeit a tiny amount, is enough for you to agree to anything he asks.

Dean walks over to the group and introduces himself to the pretty blonde one. All of her friends kind of step to the side to give her some alone time with the sexy stranger, and she slinks up to his side with a sultry smile on her face.

The only reason you’re doing this is because you wish you’d know if he was the best sex you’ve ever had.

Okay, no time like the present. You chug the rest of your beer even though it doesn’t give you the buzz you’re craving right now. You walk over to Dean after giving him a few minutes with the blonde, and you tap him on his shoulder.

“Dean?” He turns and smirks at you. “Dean Winchester?”

“Hey, sweetheart.” Remember, it’s all for the bit. He doesn’t usually crank up the charm for you. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“How could you? You never called me back.”

“Sweetheart, what we had… I was scared. I had to leave. It wasn’t you, it was me. You understand, right?”

You can practically see the little blonde drooling over Dean from the corner of your eyes.

“Yeah, I guess I can understand that. It’s just… you were the best sex I ever had.” To really sell it home (and to see what Dean would do), you slap him not too hard but not gentle either. “Goodbye, Dean Winchester.”

With that, you turn on your heel and stalk back to the bar. He wasn’t expecting you to slap him but it was a nice touch. The pretty blonde can’t keep her hands off him. It should excite him, but he is suddenly not feeling it with her anymore. He honestly wanted to see if you would do the dare. He didn't have a desire to take someone home tonight, but you just handed him on a platter to this woman.

You don’t turn back to look at Dean because you don’t want to know if he’s watching you. Sure, it would be nice to know his attention is on you but what if he’s not watching you? What if all he wanted from you was to make sure he got laid? Not that he ever had a problem in that department. He could easily get any woman he wanted.

You wonder if you’ll ever have your moment with him, but it’s unlikely. He has to be interested in other women because he never takes it beyond flirting with you. Maybe you’re just destined to be his friend and nothing more.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?”

A handsome man stands next to you at the bar with a drink in hand. He looks nice enough. Nothing like Dean, but it wouldn’t hurt to entertain him for the night. If Dean is going to slut his way into a woman’s pants, then you can do the same thing.

“No,” you smile.

“I couldn’t help but see you slap that man over there. An ex-boyfriend of yours?”

“No,” you chuckle. “He’s just a friend. We were doing a bit. I’m Y/N.”

“Kaleb. So, you from around here?”

Lana… Leslie… Lauren…? Whoever she is, she can’t keep her hands off Dean. He knew she was an easy target but this is too easy. She ditched her friends to spend more time with Dean, and all she’s been doing is talking his ear off about… well, he doesn’t even know. This should have made him happy yet he’s not into it at all. The music dies down because the song is ending, but before the new one comes on, he hears something.

Your laughter. It’s very hard not to ignore your infectious laughter.

He snaps his head to the bar counter and sees you talking with a man he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know anyone in this bar, but he’s more aware of the men than he is of the women. Maybe it’s because he is a man and he knows what men think about when they see a pretty woman.

He just did it not even an hour ago. The little green monster sits proudly on his shoulder, reminding him that because he never made a move, other men can sweep away what’s his. You’re his whether you know it or not, and he’s not saying that to be creepy. You’ve always been his. You know it. He knows it. He, apparently, isn’t man enough to say something to you or do anything about it.

The only reason he never made a move is because you never did, and you never took it past harmless flirting. Neither did he, but that’s beside the point.

Lana-Leslie-Lauren runs her hands down his chest but he’s not looking at her. His eyes are glued to you and the way the man keeps inching toward you. It’s only when his hands land on your thigh that he jumps into action.

“I’m sorry, Leslie,” he decided to take the jump and guess her name, “but I have to get going.”

“It’s Laura.”

Eh, he was close. Does that make him an asshole? Definitely. Does it make him sorry? Not one bit.

“Right. Sorry, sweetheart.”

Dean peels himself off her and stalks to the bar where the man has gotten even closer to you.

“Hey, sweetheart, Sam needs us. He says he might have something for us.”

“Okay.” You take out some money for the bill. “It was nice meeting you, Kaleb.”

“Wait.” He pulls out a business card and hands it over to you. “Call me.”

You take the business card without a word and leave with Dean. You pass by a trash can and toss the card inside. You have no desire to call the man. He just didn’t do it for you. Dean sees this and tries to hide the smirk on his face.

“Does Sam have anything for us, or were you just bullshitting?” Dean’s grin is everything you need to know. “Just as well. I was getting bored.”

“Nice slap, by the way,” he chuckles. “So, was the guy not interesting enough?”

“Him? He was nice but nothing he said was making me swoon. A guy hasn’t done that to me in a long time.”

“When was the last time?”

You look at him as you walk back to the Bunker. How can you tell him the last time a man made you swoon, truly swoon, was in high school? It was senior year and no one had asked you to Prom. You had a group of friends you could go with but they all had their own dates. You would be “third-wheeling” so to speak, and you didn’t want to watch them be all cute and cuddly with each other.

That is, until Dean asked you. It was the first time you swooned for a man, and it was the only time you did.

“I don’t know,” you finally answer. “I guess I’m unswoonable.”

You two reach the bunker and head inside and Dean takes out his key to unlock the door. He can’t help the snicker from escaping his mouth. It sounds like a giggle.

“That’s because you’re so hard to please.”

“Okay, fine.” You walk inside the Bunker but don’t go down the stairs just yet. “I dare you to swoon me.”

“Are you you’re ready for that?”

No. “Yes.”

“Okay.”

Dean swiftly grabs your waist and pulls you into him. Before you have a chance to wrap your head around what’s happening, Dean walks you back into the wall on the metal landing overlooking the war room. Dean slides his hand into your hair to move it out of the way before trailing his touch to your jaw. Your lips part from shock as he gets closer to your face. He rubs the tip of his nose against yours, and you poke your tongue out to wet your lower lip.

He’s so close that you could touch his lips with your tongue. Your heart is beating so much that you’re scared he can hear it. Your skin has a very thin layer of sweat on it, and your hands shake slightly from the anticipation. Your eyes flutter shut thinking he’s going to finally kiss you when Cock-Block Winchester speaks from the war room.

“Hey, how was the bar?”

Dean pulls away from you, taking away his heat, but you can’t move. You look up into his green irises. Is that hesitation you see? Regret? Lust? Dean lets go of you but doesn’t break eye contact with you.

“Yeah, it was fine,” he says to his brother.

Finally, he looks away and walks down the metal stairs, leaving you alone to think about what his lips might have felt like against yours. If he doesn’t know how you feel, he does now. You weren't pulling away or stopping him. You were too scared to make the first move because what if he only did this because of the dare? What if he doesn’t like you like that?

You let out a shaky breath before following Dean down the stairs. Dean watches as you pass by Sam without so much as a word, and he can’t help but feel bad for what he did. Yes, it was a dare, but he was also playing with your emotions like that. You can’t constantly flirt with him and not grow some type of feelings for him. Maybe all he needs is some sleep to wash this feeling off him.

You take your time unpacking your duffel bag, needing an excuse to stay locked up in your room. A few hours go by before someone knocks on your door. Knowing it can only be one of two people, you’re a bit hesitant to open it. What if it’s Dean? What will you say to him? Still, you walk to the door and open it. Dean stands on the other side of the door with a look that can either be nervousness or regret.

“What’s up?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Dare me again.”

“What?”

“Dare me again.”

“Why?”

“I have tried for the past three hours to get you out of my head, and I can’t. I should have done something earlier, and I didn’t…” He walks you backward into the doorframe and puts his arm above you to semi-trap you. Not like you’d move anyway. “Dare me again. I need to know.”

“Know what?” you whisper.

“That you feel what I feel. If you do, you’ll dare me again. If not, I’ll go back to my room and we’ll forget this ever happened.”

You look down at his lips before looking into his eyes. “I dare you to make me swoon.”

Dean slides his hand into your hair to move it out of the way before trailing his touch to your jaw. Your lips part from shock as he gets closer to your face. He rubs the tip of his nose against yours, and you poke your tongue out to wet your lower lip.

“Dare me to kiss you,” he whispers, barely audible.

You don’t. Instead, you grab the back of his neck and pull him in close to you. You make the first move and kiss him, igniting something special between you two. After decades of doing the same dance, finally, the song is over and you’re able to step into this new chapter in your life.

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If someone is training to hunt monsters in a modern day setting (like an urban fantasy story), what might be a good starting point for learning how to use weapons? If they don't specialize in a specific type of entity, and it's one that can be brought down physically, what other things do you think it might be good for someone to be taught?

So, I've said this before as a bit, but monster hunting wouldn't really be about combat most of the time. There's probably some edge cases, like vampires, where you're fundamentally looking at a human with superpowers, but against the vast majority of critters, monster hunting would be more like, well, hunting, or pest control.

If the monster is exceedingly lethal, you don't want to be getting into fights with it. That means taking a more methodical approach to identify and exploit weaknesses, and then eliminating it like any other pest.

Ironically, while the book is a bit crude at times, one of the first examples that comes to mind is Vampire$ by John Steakley, (and the film adaptation by John Carpenter.) The priority there is to identify vampire nests during the day, then use specialized stake guns attached to winches to drag the vampires out into the sun, before collapsing the building entirely.

This means, you're probably better off looking at people with backgrounds in animal control, exterminators, park rangers, game wardens, and similar backgrounds, rather than military or law enforcement backgrounds. (Though, technically, rangers may fall under the header of LEOs.)

Effectively dealing with any animal (and most cryptids tend to fall into this category) involves learning about its behavior. Now, obviously, if you're dealing with some incredibly reclusive creature that's evaded detection by the modern world, it does strain credibility a bit when someone wanders in with a complete understanding of their behavior. (See: Every bigfoot expert ever.) But, the basic premise is foundational if your characters are going to go out hunting those creatures.

When you're dealing with more overtly supernatural foes, then the focus on information they'd need would change somewhat. But, in a lot of ways, the same template holds. It's critical for your hunters to understand the limits and favored behaviors of those creatures.

Now, obviously, you can have very different approaches. I was recently reminded of the old World of Darkness Demon Hunter X splat, where one of the groups detailed (in a modern urban fantasy setting) were using extensive cybernetic augmentations to directly fight monsters (with a very anime inspired aesthetic.) If you have the setup for it, you can go in really wild directions with your urban fantasy monster hunters, and the advice of a relatively low-power group that treat cryptids the same way you'd treat a rat infestation might not be applicable. Similarly, hunting vampires and werewolves may involved more conventional, military tactics, if that's what you're looking for.

It does depend on what your story calls for, and I'll readily admit, my main observation here has more to do with how modern horror writing tends to present these creatures, and then looking for a practical solution to the problem they pose. (Also the juxtaposition is funny. You start out expecting Blade, and instead get some random guys in jumpsuits with animal control poles, who are going to grab the horrific deathbeasts, stick them in crates, and ship them off to a preserve in Montana.

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for-your-modesty-dude · 1 day ago

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Valentine

A/N: Purely self-indulgent. I was in need of a good crashout, and have no one to actually crash out to, so why not do so to the Hellfire boys and my one true love, Eddie Munson? - Hy <3

Summary: The hellfire boys love to tease you for your lack of a love life. It's funny, and all in good fun, until it's not.

Warnings: Maybe based on some true events that hurt my feelings? Angsty. No use of y/n.

Word Count: 1.9k

It was easy to ignore at first, because they were all your friends. Best friends, even. Hellfire was a safe space for all the nerds and outcasts who wanted to play D&D and be terrorized by their resident Dungeon Master. The group had been together in some form since high school - though they’d gone through lots of changes in that time. Members came and went, but a few stuck around. You’d joined halfway through college, when you moved to Hawkins from a nearby town in the same county both to be closer to the college you were commuting to and further from the horrible hometown you’d grown up in. They’d been welcoming, and kind, when you had known no one. You’d run into Dustin Henderson when getting coffee and a pastry at the local coffee shop, and when you’d seen his D&D cap sitting on his curls, you asked if he played - the rest was history. He’d been more than happy to give you all of the information you needed to know this was a group you’d be interested in trying out. After you’d gone to your first meeting, the rest was history. You loved the group, and they took a quick liking to you. For some reason, Eddie Munson, resident DM, had realized you had lots of similarities. You had similar interests, you both loved to talk, and you both loved that over-the-top way of telling stories that had your friends in stitches. It created an easy bond between you both, and soon you were the best of friends.

Throughout your years of friendship, Eddie was known to go on dates, and even had a girlfriend or two. The other guys, too. You watched as they picked up girls, went on dates, broke up with or were broken up with. You were happy for them, sure. They were your friends and you loved them, of course you were happy for them. But they took note that you weren’t going on dates like they were. And at first, the jokes were tame. Again - easy to ignore. You loved them dearly, and they didn’t mean any harm, but it started to get a bit much. They teased you for never missing a session for a date, for never missing their shows for another guy, for never having a boyfriend to get jealous over your best friendship with Eddie. And Eddie often just chuckled along, which stung, but you knew he didn’t mean anything by it, either.

So it was easy. At first. You’d roll your eyes and laugh along with them, or you’d tease them back. When you were teased for making it to a last minute one-shot session, you gave it right back to them, and they’d shut up, laughing and agreeing. But then there was the big Valentine’s session. The night before Valentine’s Day, the boys got together for a brutal one shot. They’d decided somewhat last minute, as Eddie was annoyed and had recently broken up with one of his short-term girlfriends. Even though it was the night before Valentine’s Day, most girls were with their boyfriends anyway, or going on dates then, too. But you were here, with the boys, in Gareth and Jeff’s apartment.

When you’d walked in, nothing happened - at first. But then they started talking about how they all had hot dates the next day, and how Jeff had had to do some serious promising in order for his girlfriend not to be upset that he spent the night before the night of love with his friends instead of her. They started talking about the dates they had the next night, Eddie being the only one with too fresh a relationship end to really have a date planned. Well, Eddie and you. You just stayed quiet, listening and laughing along and asking about the boys’ plans. Gareth should’ve kept his big mouth shut, but he couldn’t resist, and finally asked you “no date again this year? You’re on a worse streak than us, dude,” with a playful laugh.

You knew he didn’t mean anything by it. They saw you as one of the guys, and that was fine. But something about the reminder that it was a regular pattern stung. Still, you kept your smile on, rolling your eyes and opening your mouth to say something when Jeff piped in, also teasing. His joke was a little funnier, and hit less close to home, so you laughed. One of the other boys made another comment, and so it went, until Eddie raised an amused eyebrow at you. “I mean come on, you couldn’t even get a Valentine’s Day date?”

He meant it to sound silly. It felt less silly coming out of his mouth, but he didn’t know how to fix it, so he stayed quiet in wait for a response, not knowing how hurt you felt by his comment. Finally fed up, you stood abruptly, chair pushing out loudly behind you, and gathered your things. You wouldn’t be staying for the special session, damn their plans.

Eddie, not one to know when to back down, instead doubled down. “Oh come on, you know that was just a joke. It’s just surprising to see a girl have worse game than us. And we’re all pretty bad,” he cracked the self deprecating joke, and again - it sounded so much worse out of his mouth than it did in his head.

Something about that final joke was what made you snap.

“I get it, okay?” You hissed. “It’s so funny, ha ha. Laugh it up, boys. You’re welcome to keep talking about how pathetic I am once I’m gone. I’m done. I’ll see you next week for the rest of the campaign.” You were clearly frustrated, and one of the boys tried to make it better, telling you they were just joking. It didn’t help.

“I don’t care if it’s a joke! I don’t care! I’m tired of hearing it! You have no idea how much it sucks to have the people around you all have dates and partners, and never having one for yourself. It’s funny, until it’s not! I don’t enjoy being this way, okay? I am in my mid-twenties, I’m friends with a bunch of guys, and I still am apparently too undesirable to have ever received any romantic attention. I don’t know what it’s like to be flirted with, to be asked on a date, to be loved or even lusted after! I don’t know what that’s like! Is that what you wanted to hear? You’re right! I haven’t been on a date in years, but not because I don’t have game. Just because apparently, I’m not even worth asking for a phone number! You go out, and girls flirt with you! You flirt with them! You get numbers, you go on dates, you have girlfriends! Even the younger kids in the friend group have had partners galore! The girls have had boyfriends, they’ve been fought over! I’ve never even been flirted with. Do you have any idea how humiliating that is?” You hadn’t even noticed you were crying until your hot tears made it hard to see. You wiped at your eyes roughly and took as deep a breath as you could manage. “You laugh, and you joke, but you don’t get it. You’ve never been the most undesirable person in a friend group. Even in a group of self-proclaimed freaks, I manage to be the biggest freak of them all. The girl no one has ever looked at twice. So excuse me if I’m tired of the jokes, okay?” You finished loudly, and held your D&D folder to your chest, shoving your dice in your pockets and turning to leave, barely slipping your shoes on your feet before heading quickly out the front door. The cool fall air helped the tightness in your lungs from all the tears, and you paused just a moment to catch your breath.

What hurt the most about all of it, was admitting it all. Not just to your friends - your best friends - but to Eddie. Eddie, who you’d been harboring a deep crush for since you’d met him all those years earlier. You had no idea how you’d face him now that he knew how absolutely pathetic you were - and had always been. You couldn’t even finish wallowing in peace, because before your feet had gotten you all the way to your car, you heard footsteps behind you, hurrying to reach you.

“Hey, wait!” Eddie called, “listen, I’m so sorry. I feel like such an asshole for what I said back there. I didn’t know it was something that-” he searched for the words, reaching for your arm gently, “I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I never would’ve imagined. You’re like, one of the coolest girls we’ve ever met, none of us ever thought that you’d- be single because you couldn’t-” that sounded better in his head, too, which caused him to sigh deeply. You looked back at him and he was staring at you with those big doe eyes of his, clearly apologetic. “I’m sorry. I’m so bad with my words. You know I am. But for some reason today, I just keep shoving my foot into my own damn mouth. I just mean- you’re awesome. You’re amazing, we all think so. We teased you because we thought you wanted to be single. Independent. Tied to no one,” he finished with a wince, realizing he still wasn’t helping his case.

“Eddie - it’s fine. You couldn’t have known. And I appreciate your sentiment, I really do. I know what you mean. I don’t hold your wording against you,” you gave him a small smile. “But I can’t go back in there. I feel horrible. I hate thinking about all of this, and I especially don’t like telling anyone about it. It feels so… pathetic.”

“Hey,” he stopped you, frowning. “Stop using that word. You’re not pathetic. You’re super awesome. We love you. We all do. And I get it, if you want to leave. But… can I call you once the session is over? I can fill you in on any of the stupid shit the boys do, and maybe I can distract you once you’re feeling up to a distraction.”

You stared up at him, once again in awe of how sweet he could be. It nearly broke your heart in two, because you really did love him. He was so kind. He’d just never be yours.

“Yeah, Ed. Of course you can. I’ll be happy to hear all about it. Make one of the NPCs particularly difficult to deal with in my honor, year?” You joked, smiling shyly at him.

He finally smiled and nodded, “obviously. She’ll be a super cool badass princess, and she won’t stop giving them shit, scout’s honor,” he gestured, and you couldn’t help but to giggle.

“I’ll talk to you later then, Eddie.”

“Yeah. Later. Bye, sweetheart,” he smiled softly, walking backwards slowly, away from your car and back to the apartment. He still felt horrible, but he had no idea when would be a good time to tell you that he’d only ever dated girls who reminded him of you.

It would just have to wait.

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