#Still drawing her! I wonder if younger me would be surprised

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[noralia20]

Summary: You and Sirius have always been enemies. The reason ? You didn't know yourself, he always has been mean to you. You're a Gryffindor pureblood, with very proud parents. The marauders like to annoy you and that makes you change into a person you don't even recognise today, not even your best friend, Regulus. One day you get assigned a punition during detention that you have to do with Sirius. Will your relation get better ? Or Worse ?

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You had nothing against Sirius at first. You already met the Black family; Walburga surprisingly accepted your presence. You had quite a good relationship with Regulus. But never could you forget the day you met Sirius.

It was summer before entering Hogwarts, his mother still saw him as a future accomplishment, even if his temper was a little bumpy. It was your first time meeting the Black, you were very shy at that age, always hidden behind your mother. You could never forget that dark mansion. You parents stood by your side, waiting for someone to greet them. You remember the sound Walburga's dress did when she walked into the hall, a sickening smile on her face. Your parents knew her back at Hogwarts. "M/N! F/N! How great it is to see you in such good shape! And who might that young lady be?" She exclaimed. You looked up at your mother and she nodded reassuringly. You stepped in front of the lady of the house and bowed respectfully. "I'm Y/N Spencer, Mrs. Black, and it's an honour to make your acquaintance." She raised her brow in surprise. "Such wonderful manners! I see you raised her by the predicaments of your parents".

Your mother nodded; a bit embarrassed. You did not speak, they were all sat in the living room, you met Orion, such a dark silent man. You had your head hung down low, fidgeting with your fingers, listening half of what was being said, waiting for someone to talk to you. It was your first rule in order to not embarrass anyone and pretend to be perfect: Speak when spoken to.

"So how are the boys, Sirius and Regulus. Haven't seen them since they were toddlers." Your mother asked, sipping her tea. Boys? You were never told about boys. Walburga put dow her cup. "Oh, yes. Kreacher, go get the boys so they can greet our guests."

The elf left, and not even seconds later you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. A young boy with hair black like ebony got into the door frame. His skin was like porcelain, like just a wrong movement and he would break into pieces. For his young age, he had such a great posture. His mother smiled proudly, reaching out her hand for him to get closer. "Regulus, come. May I present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Spencer and their daughter, Y/N."

He nodded in your direction, a soft smile tug at your lips. "Doesn't he have a brother, of the age of Y/N I believe." Your mother interjected. Walburga nodded, a bit changing her demeanour. "You're right... Regulus where is your brother?" Regulus just shook his head. "Forgive me mother, but I have no idea. I passed by his room before coming down, but he was nowhere to be seen." Walburga sighed, seeming tired. "That boy will be the death of me... Kreacher, go fetch me that boy. The elf in question bowed. "Yes, mistress." And he left.

Walburga turned back to her other son. "Now, Regulus, won't you be a good boy and make Y/N visit the house." The boy timidly smiled and nodded. "Yes mother... Follow me... Y/N" You happily followed his trace. You had a bit of trouble, but you were able to get out a few information from him. He was a year younger than you. A shy boy to say the least, you wanted to know if he had any interest, but he did not seem open to reveal them quite yet. The air between you two was cold and the ambiance of the house did not make it any better. However, all of that changed when you arrived at his room. It was neatly ranged, but what you noticed were drawings and encyclopaedias on his desk. You approached it curiously and found yourself completely gawking at his drawings. There were constellations everywhere and you happened to love astrology. To say that he was surprised was the least because usually people around his age would find this subject annoying. His older brother once called him a space nerd for it. He found especially mesmerised by a certain constellation.

Regulus boy shrugged his cheek sightly red. "You can have it if you want."You raised your brows, clearly surprised. "Really?" "Y-Yes, you're the person I've met with so much interest in astronomy." You smiled widely. "Thanks that's really sweet of you." He mumbled a "you're welcome" and you exited the room. As the minute passed, the boy seemed more comfortable with you. You learned that he's always loved astrology. You laughed together and you started to walk backward, in order to face him. You started to question each other about astrology, laughing when you said the answers in sync.

Regulus starting really playing along. "Now the killing question, what is the constellation I gave you and its most powerful star." You smiled in amusement, it was your favourite constellation, but he didn't have to know that. While saying your answer, you started to turn around, closing your eyes in the process, mocking some savant. "It's the constellation of the great dog, and its most powerful star is Sirius-"

You didn't have time to finish your sentence that your face entered in collision with another body. You stumbled backward almost tripping in the process and looked for the source of the impact. "Someone called my name? You raised your eyes and were met with a boy, quite similar to regulus, only older with longer hair. You shook your head, noticing you were staring. "Oh, apologies, I wasn't looking where I was going." The boy smirked and extended his hand to get you on your feet. "I noticed, I'm Sirius, Sirius Black. I don't think we have met before."

"Oh, I'm Y/N Spencer." He suddenly narrowed his eyes. His face which was bright seconds ago turned so dark in such period of time. Regulus shuffled awkwardly next to you, also aware of Sirius' change of demeanour. "Spencer, you say?" his voice as cold as a blizzard. I shifted, clearly embarrassed. "Y-Yes, is there a problem?" His eyes turned even darker. "No. Just don't ever get in my way."

And he disappeared at the corner, pushing pass your shoulder. You didn't know what happened, and neither did Regulus. Truth to be told, Sirius already met some Spencer, and he didn't enjoy the experience. He met your cousins, some wealthy brat who only cared about themselves. They were cruel, it was Sirius' first presentation in the pureblood world, and though he hated it, he hoped it would go without any problems. But the Spencer cousins thought otherwise, they "accidentally" splashed some juice on his shirt, laughing, making everyone notice his ridiculous state. With a swift movement of their wands, they made his shoes grow two times longer when he was waltzing with a charming young lady. He looked like an absolute clown and promised himself not to ever speak or see a Spencer kid without making them regret being born. The fact that he left you unarmed was a present, but that wouldn't last long. If only you knew how much this young boy would change your path.

Now, back in the more recent time. Since you've arrived at Hogwarts, Sirius has made it a living hell. Especially since the next day after being sorted into Gryffindor, your parents sent you a congratulation letter. A letter being the opposite of the howler Sirius received. The look of pity you wore on your face made his vision go red. Later that day he tripped you when you entered class, making you sprawl in the corridor. You remembered a red hair girl and a black-haired boy helping you gather your things. You guessed it: Lily and Severus. You became inseparable and that made only Sirius anger more: you didn't deserve friends, you already had everything. The years went by, the marauders formed, they would always taunt Severus. The normally shy girl you were, gradually transformed into a brave young woman, standing up for her friends, a true Gryffindor. But to Sirius and his friends, it couldn't be, you had everything a Slytherin had, you could not be in Gryffindor, you had something to hide, something that wasn't right. And so, they took everything, turning you robes into Slytherin colour, taunting you in the corridors, making boys ditch you after they asked you out making you sometimes wait in the rain, ruining every relationship you shared. Even your friends started to slip away, Lily started to catch feelings for Potter, Severus distanced his heart broken self. The only person you had left was Reggie. Since Sirius left, he held a somewhat bitterness towards him. He would interfere with the taunting.

That was the breaking point, you snapped, you started to smoke, have hook-ups, sometimes coming to hands when a marauder approached you, getting into detention. It was beginning of sixth year, and you were already begging to be transferred to France. And now you were being paired up with him...

He was now taller than you, the king of the Gryffindor house, a king in bed too apparently, his hair reached his shoulders, and he was currently picking at it in annoyance. This was going to be a long ride. "Spencer." He noded coldly. "Black." You spat back, knowing he hated it. He ran away from home during summer. "Seems like we must bear each other more often now..." Sirius' jaw clenches at the name but then he smirks. "You seem to love the idea of me, Spencer. You scoff. "Not in a million years. I wouldn't dream to spend my time with a whoreman." He raised a brow. "You can talk, Spencer, heard Parker had the worst night in his entire life."

"Knob." "Minger." "Tosser." "Slag." "Dog with two dicks." "Trollop."

"Enough! Both of you, two hours of detention and 10 points from Gryffindor for each." Slughorn shouted, red in the face. You groaned in annoyance and let Slughorn return back to his class. When class finally ended, you jumped out of your seat, wanted nothing more than to find Reggie to let your feelings out.

"See you in detention, Spencer!" He yelled that throughout the corridor, making you wince and groan. You soon found Regulus where you expected him to be: at the astronomy tower. As soon as he saw your face, he knew what you were going to ramble about, so he let you... You spoke about how he was annoying for about 30 minutes, Regulus just quietly hummed from time to time, not really listening to what you said. After all, every single week, you would have that kind of moment where you couldn't stop complaining about his older brother.

"Can you even believe he said that? Reggie? Are you even listening to me ?" Regulus did not bother looking up from his book. "Not really..." You huffed at this. "Rude..."

Regulus sighed and closed his book, finally looking at you. "N/N, it's my brother we're talking about." "Yeah, yeah, I know, but still... You could listen to me!" And here you go again complaining about how he was your only friend, and you hoped for a better communication, blah, blah, blah. Regulus just shook his head and interrupted you after more five minutes. "Look at your watch N/N." You frowned. "My watch? Why in hell would I look at my- Oh shoot, I'm gonna be late for detention." You picked up your bag and started running towards the stairs. "Have fun!" "Don't count on it."

You arrived, out of breath at the detention class. You looked around and found yourself relieved that Sirius wasn't there yet and head now no reason to taunt you about your late arrival. "Running late, Spencer?" You shrieked away from the sound and the warm breath on your neck, only to find an amused Sirius Black.

You punched him in the chest "What is wrong with you!" Sirius cackled. "What? Scared you?" "First; in your dreams, and second, you don't talk into people ear for no reason." Sirius smirks, looking you up and down. "Well, I just did."

"Now, now, may you take your sits." A voice interrupts. You both jumped in surprise from the new arrival of the head-teacher. You obeyed and took sits across from each other. McGonagall took place before you. "So, I decided, you would have two hours of detention for two whole weeks." "What ?!" you exclaimed in sync. McGonagall sighed and shook ger head. "And before you say anything, you will do a project that you will present to me..." You raised your brows, your eyes narrowed, knowing the worse was to come. "And what might the subject be?" She smiled. "What is the true limit between hate and love ?"

Sirius groaned in annoyance. "Aw, come on Minnie, Spencer here doesn't even know what love is." "Like you know what family is?" you said through your teeth. He glared at you.

McGonagall shrugged straightening her gown. "I'll take my leaving, do whatever you want, but by the end of those weeks, I want this fifteen pages essay on my desk, or you will have another two weeks plus another subject along with the one you already have." And with that, she left you both, stunned in the middle of the classroom. You looked at each other before turning around furiously, behind your back, you heard some shuffles, you turned and saw that Sirius was leaving.

"What are you doing?" Sirius turned to you, looking at you like it was obvious. "What am I doing? I'm leaving... You take care of the essay." My first clenched into tight balls, ready to punch him. "You think I will do the work for you?! Sit your ass back here before I hex you to next year." He didn't object because he knew perfectly you would do what you promised. Once he dared not to follow your order under some threat and he got out with a broken nose.

"So, what do we do genius?" You sighed at his never-ending sarcasm. "Well, the work we were asked to do. You do friendship, I do hatred." You passed him a parchment. After a few minutes, you looked up and saw him staring blankly at his parchment. You sighed heavily; you were gone for a long evening. You frowned. "What's up?" "I can't seem to write a thing; I can't formulate love."

Him? This boy with his literal lovestruck girl fan club, he can't formulate love? "Well, what place friendship took in your life. What impact did it have? What makes a good friend, lover? Got it?" "Yeah, I guess? But there's a specific word I can't seem to find that describes it perfectly." "Maybe, it'll come back later..."

He smiled at you, that was the first sincere smile he sent your way since that day almost seven years ago. And that went on that way. Every day, after class, you would find an empty class to work on your subject. The marauders were surprised to find their friend happily going to detention. The black-haired boy didn't tell them about the essay and the paired chore.

"Y/N! Look!" He was making a little paper bird fly around the class. But you did not look up for that reason. He called you by your name, not your last name, it never happened. And part of you hated the fact that you liked how your name sounded in his mouth. "What?" he frowned at your puzzled expression. "You never did that..." He bent his head to the side in question, his hair flowing a bit away from the improvised bun he made with his wand. "Did what?" "My name, you never called me by my name... You always call me: Spencer, or Trollop, but never Y/N." His cheeks got a bit red from your remark, but he smirked. "What? Do you prefer princess?" I blush a bit and shove his shoulder jokingly. "Shut up." He cackled but got a bit more serious. "Now your turn." You stopped in your giggle. "What?" "Say my name."

You raised your brows in surprise. "In your dreams maybe." You said, returning to the parchment. You heard his chair making a rackling sound on the ground and a shadow appeared upon you. You looked up and he was hovering you, his two hands on the table. "Uh-Wha are you doing?" his eyes narrowed "Say. It." You looked at him like he was crazy. "No, you-" He got closer to your face, merely inches away. "Say it for me, princess~" your cheeks got hot at this. You sputtered on your sounds. "S-Sirius." He suddenly smirked, winking and returning to his original place. You stood there completely shocked... You huffed a chuckle at his obvious flirting, the two whores of the school in the same room... what a duo.

From that day, he started to get closer to you, he felt like a connection, and you felt it too. Inside this class, you were Y/N and Sirius, two pureblood Gryffindors with surprisingly a lot of common points. But as soon as you were out of the room you were Black and Spencer, the well-known enemies.

He didn't know when he started, when he started to look for your eyes in class or just your silhouette. When he started to notice the sound of your voice when you whispered something to Lily in class, when he started to notice how you played with your quill in class, or how many boys would send you notes during potion. He didn't but the marauders did, they saw his gaze change.

A week later, he turned around looking at you, while you were writing furiously. "Sooo... Y/N. Any boyfriend yet?" You clenched your jaw. "You know I don't, you ruined every date I have." He nodded looking a bit ashamed at your paper. "I meant no crush?" You finally looked up from your paper. "Sirius, what are you trying to do?" he scratched his neck. "Uh- a conversation?" You narrowed your eyes. "Okay... Well, I have no love interest at the moment. Do you?" He froze at your sentence but regained his smug posture. "Never! That's funniest part." "Make them think you are attached?" "Exactly." You both chuckled. "You know Sirius... You never told me why you hated me so much." He stopped in his track. How could he tell you it wasn't really your fault but his pride was in the way. "Well-" he got cut off when James entered the room. "Pads, we need you, Snivellus again." He clenched his fists. These days, Severus has been annoying Lily and Remus. He got up, forgetting the assignment. You followed them, knowing nothing good could come up.

Both bolted towards next to the shrieking shack. There, you saw a few green dots with a few reds. You soon recognised them to be a Slytherin gang with Regulus and Severus and others, against a panicked Peter, Remus and Lily. You arrived after James and Sirius did, they disarmed them. You noticed Regulus and Peter were trying to calm the whole thing but became stiff when the two other Gryffindor arrived. James started to shout, being defensive about his girl, it all started to transform into a fit of shouts, all of them argued. You tried to calm them all. Then suddenly, a word rung out louder than any other "You filthy little mudblood."

Everyone stopped, turning to a furious Snape. James immediately took action, hexing him. You watched in horror as the Slytherin flied away. The whole Slytherin gang, except Regulus, raised their hands towards James. The Gryffindors reciprocated, except for Lily, Remus and you. You all tried to calm everyone. "Guys, let's all calm down." Remus said, over the tense silence. They did not budge. "James, it's no use, put that wand down!" Lily exclaimed, fearing they would get hurt. "Sirius, put the wand down." You tried to say, hoping he would finally listen to you. He looked at you, a bit surprised but with a small sorrow in his eyes.

Regulus suddenly stepped up, trying to reason the rest. But he did a move that frightened his older brother, who had for only reaction to hex him. "Reggie!" You shouted, running where he landed. You took his head on your lap while he groaned in pain. "Reggie! Can you hear me?! Where does it hurt?!"

Sirius was shocked by what he did. He tried to take a step towards the two of you. "No! Don't get closer!" you shouted at him, tears welling up in your eyes. He stopped when he noticed the tears. His heart pang a little. There you were, holding his brother in your arms, crying for him, protecting him, for what he has done. What did he do wrong to not be in his brother place? He took a step back. "Y/N-"

You did not listen to him, giving Regulus your full attention. You didn't hear the fuming Slytherin mumbling a curse, a forbidden one. You only noticed Sirius stepping up before your crouched down body, paring the curse. That's when your brain registered what happened, Sirius just prevented you from being struck by the cruciatus curse. You looked at him shocked, as he turned back to you. "You okay?" You don't have time to answer that Regulus groans while trying to sit up. "Reggie! Don't move! Lucius, can you help me bring him to Madam Pomfrey?" The blond reluctantly accepted. And Sirius watched as you disappeared for the hospital wing. 

"Pads, you okay?" James finally stepped up; Sirius jumped. "Yeah, yeah. Let's get going..." he started to walk back to the castle, leaving his friends worried.

During the next week, you avoided Sirius. You sent him a howl, telling him he didn't have to come to detention with you anymore since you had already finished the essay. He tried to talk to you, but everytime he came into your view, you sped off somewhere. His mood was at the lowest, and his friends were worried. Just a week ago he was on his best mood and now... he didn't want to do pranks anymore.

Slowly sadness turned into confusion, then anger. He did not do anything wrong! It was an accident. You were a Gryffindor, you should be on their side, not his brother's.

One afternoon, he was walking with the marauders next to the Black Lake, when he heard a distinct laugh. You were with Regulus, next to a tree, while he was telling you what seemed to be the funniest story ever. You were leaning on his shoulder, giggling softly. It only woke his anger. Why were you laughing with him? His brother who had that pureblood mania anchored in his head while you didn't. If anything, you had more common points with Sirius, so why him?

He noticed how you touched, how you looked at each other, smiling softly, hugging. He was sure of it now, you loved his brother, like his parent did. Like everyone he used to know did. You were no good compared to those purebloods.

He got red in anger and started speed walking towards the two of you, leaving the rest of his friend confused as to why he bolted away. Seeing the scene, the rest of the marauders stayed close on his tail. Regulus and you didn't notice them coming your way, too focused on the story Regulus was telling you.

With a flick of his wand, Sirius made the book Regulus held fly away. You both looked up confused. "Spencer! Interrupting something?" he said with a cold tone, the marauders got to their level, a foot behind him, still very confused. "Sirius, what are you doing?" you said in confusion, avoiding his gaze. "Stopping you from fucking my brother." All of you looked at him in shock. You stood up menacingly. "What did you say?" "I said I don't want a whore like you getting closer to my brother."

"I don't know what you're-" "I always knew you were a slut, but to this point... Fucking someone a year younger than you..." This time you were really taken aback, Regulus stood up. "Sirius, stop it-" "So, now you care about him?" You interrupted. "Because last time I checked you abandoned him." Sirius' fists clenched in anger. "What. Did. You. Say?" "Don't make me repeat myself..."

"Sirius, calm down..." Remus tried to say. "Shut up Remus! This is between me and Spencer here." He spat back, not breaking eye contact. "You worthless bitch..." "Why are you like this..." "Because I despise you to my very core..." You took a deep shaky breath. The boys took a step forward, wanting to stop their friend to say something he'll regret. You shook your head, the words slipped out, out of pure anger. "You're no Gryffindor, you're even worse than your mother."

He saw red. He muttered a spell, sending you in the lake. "Y/N!" Regulus shouted. You did not know how to swim. The Slytherin ran towards the water, running into it but soon stopping because he did not know how to swim either. The marauders look at him in confusion as to why he was panicking so much. Then they saw you did not come back to the surface. Regulus turned to his brother in full panic "She can't swim you idiot!"

You, on the other side, started to panic. Your robe was preventing you from doing any proper movement. You debated against it, your lungs burning. You reached the surface for a mere second, screaming for help as water was entering your throat.

James was the first to take action. He took off his robe and ran across the dock, dipping in the cold water. He swam quickly to you. Black dots were starting to cover your vision because of the lack of oxygen. You couldn't debate anymore, you let go, the water swallowing you.

Sirius' heart clenched when he saw you slowing down your debating movements the disappearing completely under the surface. What has he done?

You felt two strong pair of arms circling around, pulling you back up. You barely felt it bringing you back to the dock, laying you down. You heard a few quick steps coming your way on the dock. A few different voices. "N/N!" Regulus... "Y/N can you hear us?" James... "She's not breathing!" Peter... "Give her space..." Remus... Then a force pulled out the water out of your lungs, making you cough. You slowly opened my eyes, the light aggressing your sight. Remus helped you sit up as you coughed away all the water. Yourbreathing was a bit weird, and you were pale, almost blue but you were alive. "Y/N, are you okay?" Remus asked you, and you just nodded, still panting a bit. Regulus held you tight, clearly worried. "N/N, I'm so sorry, I couldn't help you." "It's okay Reggie, you don't know how to swim either. I'm here." He hugged you even tighter.

You saw Sirius, a few feet away, looking down. You got up to your feet, wobbling a bit. "Y/N, I'm so sor-" You pushed him violently backwards. "What did I ever do to you?!" You were drenched but Sirius could still see the tears streaming down your face. "Y/N, I didn't know-" "I could have died! You fucking idiot !" Regulus came behind you, placing a calming hand on your shoulder. "Y/N, calm down." "No! I don't know what I ever did to you. But know that from now on, I will stop trying, stop trying to be a little part of your life! I hate you Sirius Black!" You ran pass him to the castle, Regulus hot on your tail.

Sirius stayed like that unmoving, fixing the spot you were before. Hate him? He was thinking about what happened in the spent of ten minutes. You almost died, because of him, because he was selfish, because he was jealous... Because he loved you...

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Still working on my drawings for yesterday and today but man drawing Tara and thinking about the comments Gale makes about her not liking Gale "riding on Mystras coattails" like

It makes me think about what Tara and Morena's opinions were when Mystra came into Gale's life. I am almost positive Tara *had* to be around when Gale first met Mystra in person, given how young he implies he was when he first summoned her. So regardless of how old you figure Gale was when he first met Mystra (I figure between 17-20, because tbh I dont trust that Larian didnt think about the whole "Mystra's only been back for 13 years thing) they had to have thoughts. They had to be excited at first, I mean Tara is a Wizard herself and Waterdeep is such a magically inclined city I wouldn't be surprised if Morena had some level of magical ability. Hell, I think Mystra has a fairly large presence in Waterdeep based on the lore I have read here and there about it. Morena very well could have worshiped Mystra in her own right. Either way, having a goddess notice your son would have to be an exciting moment. Until its not. I wonder if they noticed things about the way Gale talked about her. Maybe they saw the writing on the wall before the relationship happened. If you do subscribe to the idea that Gale was younger when he met Mystra then *god* the fear. The dread of seeing this relationship develop with no way of stopping it because, well, she's a *goddess*. The idea of watching that train wreck in slow motion, because that transition from teacher to muse to lover likely didnt happen overnight, until finally the inevitable happens. And it (almost literally) blows up in his face. Based on the banter with Karlach that "What (Gale's Mother) doesn't know wont kill her...at least from this distance" definitely makes me think she doesn't know exactly what happened with the orb - she probably only knows what the general population like Lorroikan knows, that he was a chosen and her lover and was rejected and stripped of his status.

So I imagine to her the perspective is just heartbroken and shuts himself away, magically warding his tower against all people, likely (probably especially) her included; not knowing its for her safety, just watching her son be eaten alive by what she probably only knows as grief and a broken heart, which yeah there is, but also so much more. God Gale's family though.

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Could you please pleasepleaseplease p l e a s e continue the halfa cass post? I'm dying for some more of it, it's SO GOOD

The first thing Cass notices about the Fentons is how utterly silly they are. She had been expecting a group of far more regal people, especially with the castle they lived in and being protected by Phantom.

She still doesn't really understand what's going on, but she can piece together that Phantom is in charge. The people who had stopped to stare at her all whispered about the King, and she could tell that a few of them gained helpless hope by the mere sight of her.

If they were truly trapped here, then her appearance meant there was a chance of escaping.

But were they trapped because of Phantom? Dan mentioned the Fae's costumes of tricking humans into signing slavery contracts with a feast. Had Phantom done the same?

"Maddie!" Dan yells at the top of his lungs, floating towards the draw bridge. "Maddie, I think you want to look at this!"

"What is it, sweetie?" A woman calls back, quickly followed by an explosion in the left tower. Cass stiffens as the window of the tower is flung open, and a woman in an overalls sticks out her head. Behind her, black smoke rises. "I was just making headway in the latest Fenton Escaper!"

"Really? How's that going?"

"It exploded! There is nothing left!" She beams, pulling her oversized goggles off her head. They leave a black outline around her eyes. .

Dan's body language doesn't show his surprise at her failure. In fact he seems oddly amused. It must be a common thing."I supposed that's good?"

"Oh, it's wonderful! Jake is going to be so happy that it reacted quickly to the new element!" The woman chirps. "He's out with Danny, gathering some more supplies for our people."

"They went hunting without me?"

"You know you're grounded, young man."

Wait, was this woman Dan's mother? Could the dead have parents? Or was it more of an adoption relationship?

"Yeah, Yeah, I know. Anyway, Maddie, I wanted to introduce you to the new arrival-"

"You brought a girl home!" Maddie cuts him off, flinging herself out the window. Cass would have rushed to her aid were it not for her apparent control as she spun into a landing. "Hello there! I'm Maddie Fenton! Dan's mother from another timeline, welcome to the family!"

Cass could tell she was going for a hug before the hug arrived, but she was still somewhat surprised by how forward Maddie was. Oddly friendly in a way no one in Gotham dared to be. Unless they were crazy like Harely. She can only blink as the woman wraps her up in an embrace, her muscles belying her small frame.

A fighter. A rather skilled one at that.

"I was so worried Dan would never find a partner!"

"Maddie! She's not my girlfriend!" Dan hisses, "She's a kid!"

"I'm twenty-one" Cass corrects

"A baby," Dan insists.

"Oh, that's a shame. She's gorgeous- from what I can see with the mask. The grandchildren would have been beautiful." Maddie sighs, letting her go. Then, it seems the woman noticed her features for the first time because she looked startled. "Are you a living human?"

"Worst. She's a halfa," Dan responds. Maddie's upper body goes rigid, and Cass can see thousands of emotions go through her—shock, denial, awe, wonder, glee, despair—to name a few—before she settles on one.

Glee.

"Jazz! Dani! Come here!" She screams, and Cass only has a few seconds to step away from Maddie's sudden craze before another glowing blur speeds towards them.

It's a younger version of Dan but female. She stops just short of ramming into Dan with a giggle. "Made you flinch!"

"You did not."

"Did, too." The girl, nineteen maybe, insists but twists to Maddie while speaking. It doesn't seem like she thinks about whether she is correct. Cass wondered if she should say that Dan really did not flinch. Besides his hair swaying slightly by the gust of wind she created, he hadn't moved from his crossed-arm position. "Who's this?"

"A new Halfa!" Maddie cheers.

The girl's friendly demeanor crumbles into horror. "What?"

"I know- isn't this exciting?"

"No, Mom, it means she died." Yet another voice sighs. "What did we say about our science?"

"Not to let it overpower my morals and to be tactful of other feelings." Maddie quotes with an eye roll, though Cass can tell she's not bothered by the reminder. Strutting from the castle draw bridge, the only one that uses it is a beautiful woman clad in a purple sleeveless dress.

She moves with the confidence and elegance Cass had expected of a Queen. It's when she stands next to Maddie that it becomes clear they are mother and daughter- almost all her features are a copy of Maddie. "Hello there. I'm Jazz Fenton. I heard you've been through a horrible ordeal. I'm very sorry for your loss of life."

Cass blinks at her, then shrugs. She isn't sure if she is grateful that Damian's ninja mask is still across her face, keeping her amusement hidden.

Jazz smiles even wider. "Welcome to Phantom's Keep. We welcome you inside."

Hmmm, well, no, Cass did not like how she said that. Sounded a little too Fae-like for her taste.

Jazz isn't aware of her unease as she gestures to the castle. "We have some questions on how you arrived. See, Dan and I thought you had died and placed you in the sector for new ghosts. Dan was supposed to greet you and get you settled. But your new status changes everything."

Was Jazz....Phantom?

If so, Cass needed to be careful how she continued interacting with the woman. She didn't want to get stuck here for seven years, either. She had a family she was going to get back to.

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"Where is Cass? She hasn't checked in for days," Bruce asks his children, looking over everyone's logs. Her last entry was twenty-four days ago, a short "Investigating Amity Park—pending field report" blinking on his screen.

"I'll ask Raven." Damian volunteered. "She should be able to give more insight into Cass' mission."

"Thank you, son."

Bruce hoped the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach was just untreated paranoia like his children liked to claim and not that something had happened to his daughter. He never liked it when his gut feelings were right.

They were never a good reason.

[urlocalboynoah]

Hi! May I request Ultra Magnus (tfp) having to watch Jack, Miko and Raf for a day, being forced to play a board game and to the surprise of everyone getting very invested in it?

☆彡彡 ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ミミ☆

Hi !! I'd be more than happy to provide you with some content! AS MUCH AS I DISLIKE THIS BOT (joke, kinda, he's just old..) I think he's interesting to work with. So, here we go ! I apologize if this isn't perfect, it's my first time posting something I've wrote before. It'll be a small fic, let me know what you think of it !

¹ ❥ ☆ Mini Fic

² ♰ Transformers Prime

³ ˋˋ SFW ☆

Just one game !

“ Here is her guitar, her hairbrush, drawing book and all her drawing stuff. ”

Bulkhead pointed out each element as he spoke, making sure of Ultra Magnus following his exact directions. The ex-leader looked at the Wrecker confused, raising an eyebrow. He seemed to be wondering what could go so wrong with such tiny humans, and why the big bot felt so anxious at the idea of leaving Miko behind. He thought he was certainly being overdramatic.

“ that should be everything.. I need to go, they're gonna wait for me. ”

Bulkhead simply added before quickly waving Miko goodbye, transforming and entering the groundbridge, as Bumblebee and Arcee were already far ahead.

The bridge closed, and finally it was only him and the humans. He still wondered what so bad could happen for the three guardians to be worried. He looked over at them, sat on the couch, playing video games. They were relatively calm and still. The older bot thought now would be a great time to start working on some of his unfinished projects. The base was calm, the kids were entertained.

For now.

A loud, strident yelp came out from behind him. Startled, he looked over at the kids, instantly worried someone broke in. But no, it was just the Japanese girl, shouting at her friends because she lost the game. The commandant rolled his eyes, visibly annoyed.

“ Will you tone it down ? ”

He firmly asked, though it sounded more like an order. The young girl looked at him desperately, groaning.

“ THEY'RE CHEAATIIIIIING. I keep loosing, it's unfair. ”

“ In that case, you should switch games. ”

He stated, as if it was an evidence for him to move on from something that gets on your nerves. The girl stared at the bot, as if he said an absurdity, before she exclaimed.

“ YOU'RE A GENIUS !! let's play.. A board game!! What do you guys think ? ”

Jack shrugged and crossed his arms, apparently okay with the idea. The younger of them all jumped off of the couch, excited by Miko's proposal.

“ awesome idea ! Though, we miss a player. ”

Raf stated, his hands now on his chin, thinking.

It didn't take long for Jack to point at Ultra Magnus.

“ hey! Wanna join ? We'll teach you! ”

The leader looked perplex, not convinced at the idea of joining this “activity”. He stared for a moment, considering. It could be fun, after all, and give him a break from all the stress of battles.

“Very well. But only one game, I have to stay alert in case anything happens.”

The older boy nodded and signed him to get closer, which he did. The three humans started explaining to the bot the rules, to which he was surprisingly getting very interested in. They then got to the first game. Raf won, and, angry at himself, Ultra Magnus asked him some tips to get better.

“ how about we do a second round, then? ”

He proposed, to the happy surprise of the kids, that appeared to be pleased by the idea of the leader.

And then, they went on for hours.

The guardians came back several hours later, and, curious of the laughs and giggles they were hearing, snuck up on them.

They could not believe it. He was having a moment of genuine fun with the kids, that they all seemed to enjoy in it's fullest.

The three bots sighed in unison, relieved to see how well it went.

“Alright kids, it is getting late. Time for rest.”

The older bot announced, as he noticed the humans yawning. Without any signs of resistance, they hopped in his servos as he started walking to their room. He noticed Bumblebee, Arcee and Bulkhead here, to which he simply nodded without stopping. Once he made sure they were safe, he softly smiled.

“ I assume it went well..? ”

Arcee questioned, to which Ultra Magnus simply hummed.

“ we had a great time.”

He assured, a satisfied grin on his face.

. . . Written by Noah . . .ᐟ ☆

[vampire-exgirlfriend]

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜ - Jacelaena!

well i couldn't not do it

pairing: jacaerys velaryon x helaena tagaryen

rating: E

words: 3k

Helaena watched as he circled the long table, abandoning his chair at the opposite end. Though he did not possess the height of her younger brother, nor his uncle and grandsire, Jace still seemed to take up space with his mere presence. There was a surprising amount of strength in the determined set of his jaw, in the taut way he held his shoulders as he approached her, in the large hands curled into fists at his side.

She wondered, not for the first time, the sort of king he’d be if her father got his way, if her mother and grandsire’s plans for the future dissipated like smoke through a thurible. How would those curls look beneath the gold of Viserys’ crown? Would he buckle beneath the weight of all that iron that made up Aegon I’s crown? Which would he choose? Which would suit him? Would Baela wear the other?

‘They will be quite the pair,’ she could not help but acknowledge, though a flash of jealousy as hot as Dreamfyre’s flame flared through her at the notion. ‘Not like Aegon and I, bound only by duty and mother’s fears.’

Those large hands of his were no longer fists as he rested them on the arms of the chair she sat in, and his jaw slackened as he loomed over her, his nose nearly brushing against hers, their matching lavender eyes meeting in a near identical hooded gaze. 

“Your fascination with me will be your death,” she said, arching up toward him, his shaky exhale ghosting over her face. She had no idea why she said it, though surely her mother would call for his head if they were caught, a replacement for the eye her desperate bid for justice could not procure. ‘Kiss me,’ she thought, despite logic and reason. ‘Kiss me so that I might remember, so that I might have this to hold on to when the cold night comes.’

His smile was not cruel like Aemond’s might have been, was not lopsided and weighed down by wine as Aegon’s was; it was altogether different, like the sun parting the smoke and fog that hung so heavily over Dragonstone. The dinner that night had been nothing short of a disaster and now Jace boasted a bruise that was already turning black around the edges, the ridge of his cheekbone slightly swollen where Aemond’s shove had sent him to the floor. She did not stop herself from reaching forward, from trailing her fingertips over the discoloration that marred his skin. When he did not flinch, Helaena pressed harder - just the barest pressure against his face to see if he would wince. 

He smiled once more and nuzzled against her hand. “Then I will gladly meet my maker.” That was all the warning she got before he pressed his mouth to hers, capturing whatever response sat on the tip of her tongue. He did not kiss like he danced. Where that moment had been light, full of a distracting sort of buoyancy, this was heavier, firmer, more intense. A hand came to cradle the back of her head as he leaned into her, bowing her back as her own hands came to rest against his chest, fingers curling into his doublet. She wanted to tear it from his body, to rake hands like claws over the skin of his chest, to leave marks that would remind him after he had gone that she had been there. 

“Why?” The word was more an exhale than a true question, and he did not answer immediately, instead gathering her into his arms and pulling her to her feet. She felt pliant beneath his touch, a feeling almost wholly unfamiliar to her as he set her on the edge of the great table that had been the centerpiece to the evening’s earlier charade. Nudging her knees apart to step between them, Jace raised his hands to cup her jaw, sliding his tongue along her lower lip.

“Why what?” he asked, his voice faraway though he stood so close, the lengths of their chests and torsos pressed tightly together; one could not draw breath without the other feeling it, a push and pull of their lungs with each inhale and exhale. 

Helaena broke away to pepper kisses to his jaw and neck, her teeth finding purchase in nipping little bites that made him shudder. “Why are you doing this?” She knew why she was doing this, but why would he take such a risk? She knew how men were, how he would likely be able to escape back to Dragonstone relatively unscathed by accusations of adultery, facing only the impotent rage of her mother and the apathy of her father. Though she could hardly imagine that he would simply abandon her to whatever fate awaited them should they be caught. No, Jace did not strike her as the type; her fate would be his own.

“I…I look at you and I can't breathe.” He kissed her temple, his hands grasping at her hips, his fingertips digging in in a way she hadn't realized she craved. “Your laughter is so rare and it is the only sound I want to hear.” He kissed the shell of her ear, warm breath fluttering at her hair. “When I look at you all I can think of is each and every way I would make you mine.” He kissed her on the mouth and again her fingers ached to claw beneath his skin to hold him even closer to her. She licked into his mouth and blinked back the burn at the edges of her eyes. “Do you remember when the scorpion stung me and my attempt at bravery failed and I could not help but cry out?” 

Helaena nodded, smiling against his lips.

Reaching forward, she brought his hand closer to her face, running a finger over the small red scar where the maester had excised the wound to release the poison. She pressed a kiss to the mark, and more to his knuckles before wrapping her lips around his thumb, her tongue curling around the tip. This time Jace did not cry out. Instead, he groaned, his head falling forward to rest against hers. His free hand tangled in her hair, suddenly jerking her back with more force than she expected. But he swallowed her sound of surprise, his teeth catching on her lower lip. Helaena moaned, yanking at the front of his doublet, no care for the way the little buttons that held it closed scattered around her on the table. His skin was so warm beneath the thin linen of his undershirt and she shoved her hands beneath it, finally feeling the hard muscle that lay over his stomach. 

Jace made a low noise somewhere low in his throat and the sound reminded her of ones she had heard in the depths of the dragon pit, the timbre of it settling low in her belly as he yanked at her skirts. 

“Helaena.”

It was so simple. Just her name, a name she had not given much thought to except for that it was hers. But on his tongue it sounded like a name revered and she wanted more. She licked a stripe up his neck, savoring the taste of him and the feeling of gooseflesh rising beneath her tongue before sinking her teeth in like the dragon she sometimes was in her dreams. Trembling fingers found her bare of her small clothes and his whine was a choked thing.

“Where are -.”

She cut him off with a shrug. “They're cumbersome and I do not like the feeling.”

Jace growled at that and sucked a biting bruise against her shoulder. But then he was standing, backing away before extending a hand and pulling her to her feet. Her brows drew together, confusion settling uncomfortably over her skin, the feeling of rejection like pins and needles over all her sensitive parts. He chased it away before it could truly take form with another kiss, turning and backing her into the shadows. Helaena grinned as her back hit the wall beside the window, just out of view from the door, and it was her turn to tangle her fingers in his dark curls, like ink against her pale skin. 

He dragged his nose over the curve of her cheek, goosebumps left in its wake, and she sighed at the feeling. So few things came with a sense of rightness for her, and Helaena basked in the utter calm that descended upon her with his hands grasping tightly at her waist. As children, Jace had always been her favorite companion, the small joy they found in one another’s company enough to keep the rising tension and fear of their mothers at bay. She found this joy once more here, now, standing in the dark with him, and her heart ached with it. 

“I would do this differently,” he breathed against her ear, his tongue tracing the outline and sending butterflies blooming in her belly. “I would lay you out over my bed at Dragonstone and take my time with you.” His hand fisted in her skirts, dragging them once again over her legs. “I would keep you there for days and feast on you.” For a moment, she wondered just how many feasts her nephew had partaken in, but his lips against her neck chased the thought away. “I would keep you spoiled in the tribute you deserve. I would kiss you until you were breathless. I would take you until you were ruined for anyone else.” His hand found the juncture of her thighs and Helaena dropped her head against the stone wall, the radiating ache of the impact grounding her in the moment when she feared she would simply break apart and float away. 

She reached up and traced a finger over his top lip, enamored by the way he held his mouth just so. His tongue flicked out, licking the salt from her skin as he gently drew her finger between his teeth. His own hand nudged inside of her, his hips forward to press against her belly. She groaned at the feeling, grinding herself down against him as he watched, his lavender eyes darting over her shadowed face as he memorized each flutter and sigh and fleeting expression.

Tucking her fingers under his waistband, Helaena pulled him forward, relishing his huff of surprise as he crashed against her chest.

"Kiss me," she demanded. It was a whisper in the dark, a soft command, and she gasped when a second finger joined his first. His mouth found hers and she wasted no time tugging open the ties at the front of his pants, reaching in and taking him in hand. He throbbed in her palm, long and just thick enough.

He moaned her name as she stroked him, his forehead coming to rest against hers once more. She bucked against his hand, his slender fingers making her dizzy with a new sort of need. That first peak snuck up on her, quick and sharp and snapping through her very bones with a soft pant of his name. 

He kissed her through it, biting down on her bottom lip as she swiped her thumb over the bead of precum that leaked from his tip. “I want you for longer than this night, Helaena.”

The words came sharply into focus as the aftershocks of her pleasure still danced over her skin. She pushed the hair from his face with both hands. “Yes,” she answered, and suddenly it seemed so clear that she would go with him anywhere, that if she was to look over her shoulder, she would find him following her, a shadow at her back, and she had never felt safer, even as the danger of their current position lingered over them. “I want you for longer than this night.”

It was then that he hitched her leg over his hip and pushed inside, so slowly she thought she might scream as she stretched around him. She cried out at the feeling of fullness and Jace clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound.

“I want nothing more than to hear you, but you must be quiet.” His voice was ragged in the shadows, pulling her apart at the seams.

Helaena leaned forward, her lips at his ear. “I cannot help it,” she whispered, her fingers digging in sharply where she held his shoulders. “Jace, I -.”

He kissed her, swallowing down the words as he began to thrust in earnest, slow, long drags of his length within her, and that heat in her belly began to build once more, flame licking at her limbs and through her veins. She dropped her hands to curl against his stomach, the muscles jumping beneath her fingers, and he moaned against her neck, burying his face in her hair to stifle the sound.

“Hel.” It was just a soft breath against her throat before he bit down, his tongue soothing what she hoped would be a mark come morning. Let him brand her, let him claim her, and maybe, just maybe, let him take her away from here. They could figure out the rest, she knew that, her thoughts and plans typically neatly organized and easy to execute. They needn’t go to Dragonstone, needn’t set themselves down on either side of the war that it seemed only she could see coming; they could take her children and flee to Pentos or Lys or even Myr on the backs of their dragons and be free of the dreams that haunted her, dreams of centipedes and flame and eyeless boys taking to the skies. Let her be free of everything but him.

But Jace would never leave his mother, not when it was all so precarious, not when she hid to lick her wounds at Dragonstone, her family growing ever happier as Helaena’s own grew brittle under the strain. Could she truly leave her brother’s behind? Her mother? Even as Alicent’s hands grew talons to keep her children near, tearing at their skin and clothes, Helaena could not imagine leaving her.

Jace clutched tightly at her thigh and she raked her nails over the ridges of his abdomen, meeting his mouth with her own and falling back into the moment. His other hand cradled her jaw and she leaned into the touch, gripping roughly at his curls. He whimpered at that, a sound she had not expected, and now she wanted to bottle it and keep it near forever. Stepping back, he shuddered and Helaena blinked up at him, her mouth parting to question him through the haze of her impending release.

“I can’t - We must be careful.”

She took his meaning and discarded it, pulling his head back by his hair and baring his throat to her. Licking up the column of his throat, she whispered, “Don’t you dare.”

His mouth parted and he panted her name. “Please, I - Helaena.” Hips stuttering, she felt him lose his pace, his movements becoming erratic as he found his end within her. She felt that too, hot and wet in a way that would normally bother her, but here and now she could not be upset by it, too content to hold him close as he trembled in her arms, his forehead coming to rest where her neck and shoulder met. She tumbled over after him, her body falling apart over those last deep thrusts. His breath came in damp puffs of air and slowly, so slowly, he came back to himself, a shy boy once more. “I don’t know what to say.”

She panted and lowered her leg back to the ground, needing to stand on her own two feet. Sliding a hand over his mouth, her grin grew mischievous. “Then say nothing.” Their matching eyes met and she memorized the deeper fleck of violet that sparked in them like shooting stars. She memorized the curve of his nose and the bow of his pouting mouth. Dropping her hand to his chest, she pushed him back a step. “I will find you on the morrow, Jacaerys.”

He shook his head, grazing his nose against hers, his hands grasping possessively at her hips. “You heard my mother, we leave tonight for Dragonstone.”

Helaena ignored the crack that began to splinter in her chest. “Then I will find you in your dreams.”

—

It was still dark when stone ground against stone and Helaena was roused from sleep. Jace bled through the shadows of her room, his face coming into perfect clarity before her blurry eyes. He was speaking but she did not follow, did not catch the words that spilled forth from him.

“Helaena!”

She blinked at the bark of her name, drawing back. “What?”

“Come with me. Come with me to Dragonstone and find happiness - find it with me.” His mouth opened and closed as he searched for the words he wanted to say to convince her. Her stomach felt filled with moths, fluttering and flying and trying to choke her. She could not leave, could she? Run off like some thief in the night, leave her husband and her children.

“My children…” She say their faces then, so small and trusting, eyes the same shade as Aegon’s. 

He smiled then and her heart ached for a new reason as she reached forward to trace the line of his cheek. “Wake them. Bring them. I would never think to part you from them.”

She drew her hand back, something black and oily replacing the moths in her belly as years and years of warnings reverberated through her skull, her mother’s voice like smoke between her ears. “Rhaenyra…”

“My mother will not harm you. She will not harm your children. Helaena, please. Trust me. Let me protect you.” He kissed her too hard then, their teeth clacking together before he eased off and peppered his lips against her cheeks, her eyes. “Let me love you, let us have more than this night.”

‘If you don’t go now, you will never go, and you will regret it always,’ a voice in the back of her mind said softly, timidly, as if used to being snuffed out in the harsh light of logic and danger. A long moment passed, visions of each imagined future playing behind her eyes as she struggled to keep up, to make sense of any of it. Through it all though, she saw Jacaerys, saw his eyes like twilight staring back at her. Nodding, she sat up. “Yes. Yes, alright.”

Jace pushed himself from the bed, his smile so beautiful as to break her heart. He held out a hand and for a long moment Helaena could only look at it. 

Finally, she rose, taking the hand offered to her.

[artemistorm]

Here is my late rambling analysis of the new LU update:

I love Wind's face and posture. He's just like "Challenge accepted!" Hyrule and Wild my beloveds <3

A lot of people saw this sequence and went "oh no something bad is going to happen to Epona!" but I took it to mean that Epona doesn't want to go in the dungeon and that Twilight knows that Epona will be just fine hanging out outside (tasty snack time ehehehe).

I can't put my finger on exactly what's changed about the coloring but WOW it is popping. So vibrant. I love it. Made my eyes happy.

Also I love it when Jojo draws the gang in lines like this. It makes me think that she's doing it for fun (just like when you draw your OCs in lineups a million times cuz it makes you happy), that she still loves and takes great pride in showing off her blorbos.

Also, Wild is taller than Legend (and Hyrule) >:)

I love that he spelled this out to the others. Makes so much sense. In Lord of the Rings terms, most of the other Links are like Frodo and Sam running around to secretly bring the ring to Mordor, while Warriors is like Aragorn who straight up charged the Black Gates of Mordor with an army.

It's so funny how all the other heroes automatically assumed that Warriors' Hyrule had dungeons and that he just didn't bother to go through them. XD

So this implies that A) that comic where Wild and Hyrule met the wallmaster happened recently and B) it was sometime when Wars wasn't there with them, which makes me think that the wallmaster comic happened at the same time as this comic:

And then there's this:

I can't remember where I read it but I seem to remember Jojo saying that Legend was the most likely to prank others and this is an example of that. This is a characterization that surprised me at first (I would have expected Wind or Hyrule to be more of a prankster) but if you think about Who Legend Is, it actually makes a lot of sense.

I was trying to figure out which game this skulltula is from and my conclusion is that I think it is most similar to skulltulas from OOT 3D / MM 3D. I wonder if that means that they are in or near Time's time. Either that or this is a case of monsters getting mixed up between Hyrules like we saw in the Threatening Shadows story arc.

Time is clearly very wound up still over what happened to Twilight. While all the other heroes have seemed to pretty much bounced back after that harrowing incident and are caught up in youthful optimism and the excitement of a new dungeon, Time hasn't forgotten and he wants to make sure the heroes don't forget the seriousness of their situation and their enemy. Just because the Shadow was defeated once doesn't mean that they can do it again so easily (not that it was easy before).

My writer brain immediately interpreted this as foreshadowing that they aren't going to even make it to the central chamber before the group gets involuntarily broken up (trap doors my beloved mwahaha). Of course that may not end up being the case, they may make it the central chamber without incident.

I figure that ideally the group will split into 3 groups of 3, each group having at least one older Link (Time, Wars, Twi, Sky) and one younger Link (Four, Legend Hyrule, Wild, Wind). How much you wanna bet that Time wants Twi with him in order to keep an eye on him/protect him?

Anyways, that's all I got. Bye!

[verystrxxwberry]

MCL NEW GEN; “Could you hug me?”

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: Fluff, mcl new gen routes x reader, comfort, when you ask them if you could get hugged. ↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: It was about time I did this for the new gen routes as well, so here it is! 

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❖ DEVON ;; Fatherly reassuring hugs. It wasn’t the first time someone asked him that and it made him so happy when someone did! He could see that others trusted and relied on him whenever they were in their worst and that made him feel a huge amount of personal satisfaction. A glint of genuine happiness appears on his face the moment you ask him along with a big and brilliant smile. He doesn’t even think twice and wraps his arms around you. Devon’s hugs are really useful to recharge your battery or to feel comforted after an exhausting day. One of his hands resting on your back as the other gives a small massage to your scalp, “someone had a bad day?” He’d ask with a low and soft tone to not interrupt the peace in the environment. He is willing to listen to you and hold you for as long as you need. He has a protective instinct which appeared when he was younger and had to care of other little kids, so he is caring and gentle by nature with those he cares about. He hugs you as if he feared that you’d disappear after his embrace.

❖ ROY ;; He’s willing to initiate physical contact whenever you need it, he is a big hug enjoyer. The moment you ask him his heart melts. You were too adorable to say no, and he wonders what a heartless creature could say no to your cute request. “That’s for sure, come here.” He’d sit on the bed and open his arms widely for you to get into them. The moment he wraps his strong arms around you, you won’t be able to escape. He’d lie down with you on top of him. Your head rests comfortably over his chest, hearing the soft and calm beating of his heart. He’d caress your cheek gently with one hand as the other rests over your waist. Soft kisses would be pressed against your forehead every now and then, his eyes exploring your features spontaneously to try to identify what you were feeling. “You are always welcomed in my arms, you know?” He’d mumble. You’d get reassured with his sweet words and kisses as he holds you as if you were the most valuable treasure in the world.

❖ AMANDA ;; Her hugs are just as fancy as she is, it is as if you bought something for a good price and a good quality since her embrace would never leave you unsatisfied. Though she normally hugs people when she is celebrating something. At first you’d see a surprised expression on her face, as she didn’t expect to see you in such a vulnerable state, but soon her glance softened. Her heart started beating fast, almost not believing the fact that you were asking her that, the warmth reaching her blushed cheeks. With a timid and little giggle she takes your hand, drawing you closer in a slow motion towards her body. “Did something happen or is it just a whim?” Her sweet voice speaks with an affectionate undertone, finally wrapping her arms around your waist and resting her chin over your shoulder. No matter if you hugged for comfort or for the urges or simply feeling her in your arms, she’d hold you warmly. When she separates to look at your face, her hands would still be resting on your waist, then she’d ask “do you need it longer?” And this would lead into a cuddle session.

❖ THOMAS ;; Yeah, uh… no. He’d stare at you and wonder if you seriously want a hug. “Why exactly?” He’d raise an eyebrow, crossing his arms and waiting for a logical explanation to understand that sudden urge for a hug from him. No matter if he still didn’t understand it was what you needed the most for comfort, he did it. Thomas’ hugs aren’t the most comfortable at first, because you can basically feel how tense he is in your arms. He thought that he’d be more uncomfortable in your arms, but he started to relax along with you once seconds passed. You were his partner, it was fair to not only enjoy your presence but also the warmth your body gave to his cold skin. After an inner monologue in which he considered all the reasons to hug you, he finally decided to let his hands wander carefully from your shoulders to the middle of your back, carefully caressing you as if it was forbidden for him. “Is this alright?” He’d mutter against your cheek, pressing what seemed a little kiss there. Oh, you were much better since his cold heart warmed a little just to be such a softie for you.

❖ JASON ;; A loud laugh floated through the air seconds after you asked him that silly request. He’d clean some invisible tears before looking down at you, expecting you to say that it was a joke. But you seemed to be serious. “Oh, you’re not joking.” He’d comment to himself and sigh, caressing his frown. He’d look around to check that there is no one and then he’d pass an arm around your shoulders, “missed me, kitten?”  Once again, his smug smirk takes control of his expression. He is surprisingly gentle with the way he holds you, it makes you think that you were embracing another person and not Jason. He pats your back, trying to comfort you, but will stop and press you closer, searching for your own warmth. He won’t confess that he is enjoying it, but he is doing so. For as long as it lasts, he’ll keep the silence, burying his nose into your hair and taking a deep breath; he’ll respect that maybe you need that hug. Then he’d separate and tease you a little, “my services aren’t cheap, kitten. So… what are you willing to give me back for this hug?”

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[tiny-pretty-sana]

i will take good care of you | mina x chaeyoung

pairing: mina x chaeyoung genre: fluff warning/tags: au, stablished relationship, domestic girlfriends w/c: 3.1 k a/n: i’m back with more fluff but i promise you i’m trying new things. sorry in advance for the mistakes you might find because english is not my first language but especially because it’s 7 am and i haven’t slept ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১. i’m still surprised by the response the first thing i’ve ever posted got, so i’ll be happy if this one receives half as much love as that one did. feel free to leave any comments, feedback, suggestions or requests 🤍

After Chaeyoung hadn't stopped sneezing and blowing her nose since she arrived soaking wet from the rain the previous afternoon, they decided that canceling their Sunday date would be the best option. Their visit to the botanical park has now been replaced by a day at home watching movies. The exam period is coming, so it was reasonable to make Chaeyoung stay at home so she doesn’t get worse. It takes them some time to decide, as the younger one felt guilty because they had already bought tickets, but Mina manages to convince her girlfriend to stay on the couch with a blanket, tea and a box of tissues beside her while she goes out to buy medicine, her favorite snacks and some ingredients to make miso soup.

"I'll take good care of you" is the last thing she says before kissing Chaeyoung’s lips and leaving the apartment.

She would be lying if she said she isn’t surprised to see that when she's back in their apartment, her girlfriend is still in the same place where she left her half an hour ago, only now she has a book in her hand instead of the mug of tea that now sits empty on the living room table. As Chaeyoung focuses on her book, she places everything she got in the kitchen and grabs her Nintendo to continue building and decorating her Animal Crossing island on the other side of the couch. Moments like this are the favorites for both of them, they just need each other's company as they spend time enjoying their hobbies in a comfortable silence.

They are both introverts who enjoy spending time at home playing video games, reading, drawing,writing, assembling Lego sets or watching movies. It's something they've always enjoyed separately, and since Chaeyoung accepted Mina's proposal to move into her apartment, it's become something they do together. Now, across the room, across the couch or using the other Nintendo Switch controller, they have someone with whom they share playful glances, smiles, exchange thoughts, talk about their days at work or college, about lives or share their problems. In moments like these, they just need to feel each other's presence. For them to be in silence doing their own thing while intertwining their legs under the blanket doesn't feel much different from a date outside in a nice place. 

It's these things that make Mina wonder if they'll always feel this way or if it's a passing thing that will end when she gets used to living with Chae. Meanwhile, on the other side of the couch, Chaeyoung underlines the sentences in the book that remind her of Mina and thinks that she stay in this moment all her life without ever getting tired of seeing Mina in front of her focus on her videogames with the tip of her tongue sticking out, concentrating on the game, just like she does when she cooks a new recipe or when she prepares some presentation for work.

An hour later, Chae puts the book away, takes off her glasses and holds the bridge of her nose with two fingers "I can't focus, I have a headache" she complains, making Mina sit up immediately "Let me get you a glass of water so you can take a painkiller". Chaeyoung gestures for her to get back to sit with her. "Don't worry, I think I just need to get some sleep" she says as her girlfriend looks at her with a doubtful face "I promise I'll take it if my headache doesn't go away" she replies, earning an indulgent smile from Mina.

As soon as her girlfriend falls asleep on the couch she goes to the kitchen to make some miso soup, lunch for both of them and looks up movie recommendations on her phone while waiting for the water to start boiling. And of course, tea is a must. 

It seems that sleep was good for Chae because when she wakes up, she seems to be in a better mood and even a bit more talkative, so they spend lunch talking about what movie they should watch. When they’re done, Mina takes care of clearing the table and cleaning the dishes despite Chaeyoung's refusal when her girlfriend tells her to brush her teeth and go back to the couch.

"Mina-chan!" she whines. "It's just a cold, don't treat me like I'm dying. Let me help you."

"Your exams are coming up and you and I both know that if you get sick now, you'll only be more anxious because you won't be able to do as much as you'd like. At least one of us has to be responsible" Mina says, giving her a scolding look, and Chaeyoung has no choice but to nod her head and follow her directions.

Mina doesn't have to explain herself for her girlfriend to get the message since the cold is due more to Chaeyoung being careless than to the sudden rain of the previous day. In the morning, when the gray clouds covered the Seoul sky and didn't let even a ray of sunshine show, they both commented that good rains were on the way and they hoped that at least it wouldn't be so heavy as to spoil their Sunday date. Exactly that date in which both should now be holding hands, smelling the fragrance of the flowers and taking a thousand photos and maybe, in the case of the art student, doing some sketches or drawings. And despite this, and despite Mina's recommendations, Chaeyoung decided to go out without an umbrella, arguing that her new raincoat would be more than enough and that, unlike the umbrella, it would not ruin her outfit. But in case that hadn’t been enough, for when she arrived completely wet down to her socks and even clothes under her raincoat when Mina reprimanded her for not having listened to her, the younger girl explained that in fact it wasn’t because she wasn’t carrying an umbrella but because she, Dahyun and Tzuyu decided to run and dance in the rain when they left the library after an intense studying session. 

Knowing that her girlfriend's two best friends were involved, she wasn’t surprised by what happened. Separately, Tzuyu and Chaeyoung are quite quiet, introverted and they rather go unnoticed, but if they get together with Dahyun nothing good can happen. Apparently in one of their classes this week, a teacher lectured them about youth, art and living life, which inspired them enough for them to spend at least an hour in the rain several days later in the middle of a storm.

Considering what happened, she wasn't going to take Mina's point away, but that's not going to stop her from complaining. "Oh come on, it's a silly cold" she snorts and before she can continue speaking, she sneezes so hard that her glasses fall off. "Okay, but don't take long" she relents. 

When the dishes are clean, dry and in place, Mina returns to her side of the couch and gets ready to watch the movie, but she doesn't put it on, so she looks away from the TV and when she turns her head, she meets the huge expressive eyes of her girlfriend, who looks at her like a like a kicked puppy. She laughs softly and shifts her posture to lie down behind her and be the big spoon. It’s then when her girlfriend considers pressing the play button.

Only ten minutes pass until Chaeyoung says "The movie was recommended by Nayeon-unnie, it's probably good. I didn't know she studied film in college" she says, to which Mina simply hums as she concentrates on what the characters are saying and what the subtitles say, as there are parts in Japanese that she doesn't want her girlfriend to miss. Occasionally, Mina whispers in her ear some of the lines or words that she feels are oversimplified in the subtitles, but it's still Chae who keeps talking the whole time. She describes what happened in the scene as if they weren't watching the same thing, comments on how neat the costumes are, talks about how beautiful she thinks the composition is, suddenly switches to the Japanese occupation in which the story is set, asks about something she doesn't have time to read, laughs when she realizes that just like the protagonists, one of them is Korean and the other one is Japanese, she then clarifies that in this case it is the Korean who has to learn Japanese... and Mina starts to be slightly annoyed. 

She’s a person who enjoys silence and is easily overwhelmed by too much noise or loud voices, like when they get together with their other seven friends and there are a lot of conversations going on at the same time. She knows it's something she needs to keep working on, but if anything, a red line for her is people talking while watching series or movies. Just like her beloved girlfriend is doing right now, who doesn't seem to pick up on the little interest her rambling receives, being answered only with monosyllables, short sentences and humming. They have been watching the movie for a while now and she’s squirming in her seat because of the discomfort and her urge to say or do something about it. her urge to get it over with is interrupted when she remembers that the girl in her arms is sick and what she needs right now is more care, the least she can do is listen to her thoughts and concerns. Even if she has decided to share them right while they are watching a movie in each other's arms. 

Just when the scene in which the protagonists share a moment of intimacy comes and takes Mina's breath away, Chaeyoung speaks and it takes all of Mina’s will to restrain herself and take a deep breath until she hears what her girlfriend has to say now. "Mina-chan, don't move away; it's cold."

And that's when Mina puts all the pieces together and moves her hand to her girlfriend's forehead. As expected, it's quite warm compared to hers and then she leans down to place her lips on her girlfriend's forehead, who without quite knowing what Mina's intentions are, smiles in anticipation of a kiss on her forehead.  "Baby, you have a fever" she says softly. "Pause the movie. I'll get the thermometer and some medicine." That's certainly not what Chae, who now had her eyes closed ready to receive the next kiss on her lips, expected to hear. Mina can't help but laugh at the sight before her, but she quickly gets up to get everything she needs from the kitchen and bathroom. After a year of dating her, she should know better. 

Luckily, there haven't been many times when one has had to take care of the other while they were sick, but enough times that Mina knows that Chaeyoung starts talking non-stop when her fever starts to rise. It's something that will always make her giggle, it's an odd trait that she finds adorable. "Was I talking that much?" Chae aks to her girlfriend, realizing what's going on, to which Mina nods and chuckles. "I was about to lose it" admits the older one, making her girlfriend blush. "Sorry, I didn't realize" she apologizes and Mina shakes her head as she gets up to grab the thermometer and a couple of other things.

"Here" she says as she returns with the thermometer the box of pills, a sachet of vitamins and a glass of water. "You should uncover for a while, Chaeyoungnie" she says, using a soft voice as she tries to take the blanket she is wrapped in, but her girlfriend grabs it and looks at her with a pout "But I'm so cold". Mina laughs softly "Yesterday you didn't seem to be bothered by the cold, come on, let’s get the thermometer on you". 

Mina wasn't mistaken, the thermometer after five minutes reads 39°C, and the first thing she does is pull the blanket aside this time for real and go get a towel. After taking the medicine, they play the movie back on and now that Chae is starting to feel worse, it’s no longer being interrupted by her ramblings, but by all the times Mina has to get up from the couch to re-wet the towel, until she checks her temperature again and it has dropped a few tenths of a degree. Before the movie is over, Chaeyoung falls asleep. She has replaced the blankets with her girlfriend and now is curled up resting her head in the crook of her neck, she warms her hands under the older one's t-shirt and has one of her legs between hers. Mina, now unable to move and not knowing where the remote is, ends up watching the movie alone until the last word of the credits because she finds it impossible to wake her girlfriend when she is sleeping peacefully in her arms.

Fifteen minutes have passed — maybe thirty or an hour — at this point she doesn't even know and she decides it's time to go to bed. She carefully separates her body from her girlfriend's and whispers sweet nothings, trying to wake her up. "Chaeyoungnie, let's go to bed" she whispers for the tenth time and this time she finally gets a "Hmm?" but nothing else, so she decides to take charge of the situation and gets up to pick up her girlfriend until she sees the restrained smile on her face that ends up giving her away. "You're awake! Come on, let's go to bed." Chaeyoung shakes her head and uses her sick privilege, and those eyes with which she gets anything from Mina, and asks her to carry her to their bed.

It doesn't take long for them to fall asleep, but at some ungodly hour of the night, the younger one doesn't stop moving and shivering, thus waking up the older one. Still asleep, with her eyes half open and the dim light coming through the window, she gropes her girlfriend's forehead to check her temperature and when she notices the hairs of her bangs soaked in sweat, she sits up right away and looks again for the thermometer and the towel. This time it reaches 40°C so she immediately uncovers her and places the towel on her forehead, also cooling her face and neck down making her shiver and whimper. "Mina-chan?" she asks with her eyes closed as she doesn’t have enough energy to open them. "I'm here. Your fever is up again, but don't worry. Try to sleep; I'll take care of you" she reassures her and when she sees her weakly nod her head, she caresses her face gently and runs her fingers through Chaeyoung's sweaty hair.

That's how she spent the rest of the night, cuddling her girlfriend, wetting the towel with cold water from time to time and checking the temperature, which didn’t drop below 38ºC all night long. Between one thing and another, she has had time to drink two coffees and has taken the laptop to get ahead of work, knowing that it is best to spend the day with her in case she has to take her to the doctor. When dawn breaks, Mina writes an email to her company informing them she won’t be able to attend work today, she presses enter and listens to the beep of the thermometer, checking that the temperature has finally dropped. She places the laptop on her bedside table, takes off her glasses, deactivates the alarm on her phone and finally lets herself fall asleep.

The sun finishes rising, illuminating the entire room, this time it is Chaeyoung who wakes up. Beside her, she finds her girlfriend with noticeable bags under her eyes, her glasses and laptop beside her just like when she suffers from insomnia. This time, she’s also holding the towel with which she has been using on her forehead all night long. Although the image melts Chaeyoung's heart, she can't help but feel a pang of guilt at the thought that her girlfriend has had to spend the night awake taking care of her because of her poor choices. Soon, the guilt is replaced by the warmth she feels in her chest as she looks at her girlfriend, thinking how grateful and loved she is. After a year together, she still finds it hard to believe that a person like Mina is in love. And not only in love but willing to love her even more with the hairs of her bangs sticking to her forehead from the cold sweat of fever, or like that time when, after finishing her sculpture project, she suffered a contracture and had to help her bathe for five days, or when she drank so much with her unnies that she spent half the night vomiting with her head stuck in the toilet while Mina held her hair and just like today, she then prepared miso soup for her on each of those occasions. According to her, it works to cure everything.

With a smile on her lips, she carefully strokes Mina's hair and covers her with the blanket as she feels her cold skin making her wake up. "Take the medicine. I'll make you some breakfast in a little while, give me five minutes" she hears her say in her newly awake voice. And, unlike the day before, Chae accepts the offer as she feels she doesn't have enough strength to stand for more than five minutes.

True to her word, in less than fifteen minutes, Mina enters the room with a bowl of miso soup. "Thank you, Mina-chan" she says as she picks it up and places it on the nightstand to cool down a bit. "No problem. I made it yesterday, I just warmed it up" she shrugs as the other shakes her head. "It's not about the soup, it's about everything. Thank you for taking care of me and loving me so well. I love you" she clarifies, earning a smile from the girl in front of her. One of those gummy smiles that makes her eyes practically disappear. She says nothing, simply caresses her cheek and reaches up, seeking a kiss from her girlfriend, who, instead of joining her lips with her whispers "You're going to get sick" by way of warning, a warning they are both willing to ignore. "That's not going to stop me. I can't think of a better plan than spending anothers day at home with you instead of going to work. Besides, what was that thing your teacher said for you to end up in the rain... Live, feel, eat, love, laugh, travel and kiss without thinking about tomorrow?" She teases her girlfriend again about the rain incident and Chaeyoung nods her head before kissing Mina. "I guess I'll have to take good care of you" she whispers against her lips.

[divinesolas]

Flowers | The Series | Chapter Five | The Opening Feast

Summary | The opening feast is a wonderful event, though you are feeling a little miserable, a certain person helps make the event a little more bearable.

Pairing | Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Happy family (house dunn), not proofread

Word count | 2k

Series Masterlist

The vigorous shaking of your body wakes you as you see your mother and a handmaiden standing over you, “Enough napping it's time to get ready.” You groan as your mother rips the blanket off of you, “Up. now.” You sit up reluctantly, “I'm up.” She rolls her eyes, “barely, please get her in the bath and make her presentable.” The handmaiden nods as your mother leaves, clearly not herself though you do not wish to ask as to not disturb her. 

You turn to the maiden and get off the bed to follow her and watch as she draws the bath, “What is your name?” She freezes and turns to you in confusion, “Is there something wrong?” She immediately turns back to watch what she was doing, “No my lady, I was simply surprised by your question.” Now it is your turn to be confused, “Why is that?” “Well no one asked me for my name before.” You can only stare at her in confusion, “I'm only a handmaiden..” “And that makes you any less human? you still have not answered my question.” As she finishes up she turns to you and smiles, “Belle.” “a pretty name for a lovely lady.” She now has a wide grin, dimples on display, “You're much too kind my lady.” She helps you undress and into the bath.

You two begin to engage in conversation, “You shouldnt concern yourself with a handmaiden my lady.” she tries, “nonsense tell me about yourself.” Which leads you to now as she is putting the finishing touches on your dress you two continue to talk as your mother enters and eye’s you. “Very nice.” The maiden smiles and nods and goes to leave, “I hope you have fun my lady.” “Thank you belle, i hope we can chat again soon.” She nods and leaves. 

You stare at yourself in the mirror and admire your gown, you hope the prince will like it despite the fact that you shouldn't, you will not speak to him anymore. You cannot, there's no point. You begin to murmur to yourself and your mother comes cover and places her hands on your shoulders and admires you in the mirror. “You look very beautiful.” “Thank you mother.” “I heard you were walking around the garden with the prince this afternoon.” Your eyes widened in shock, how had she heard about that, had she seen you two. “Im sorry mother-” “There's nothing to apologize for, However i hope you do not set your dreams to high my dear. I only wish to see you happy and i fear if you dream to big the bigger the crash will be when it does not come true.” You sigh and nod, “I know mother, but it is hard to say no to the prince.” “Of course he is the prince.” 

You roll your eyes as your mother smiles, “Dragons set things ablaze. I simply do not wish for you to be caught in the fire.” You smile at her, “I know mother.” She sighs as she spins you around to face her, “You know you remind me a lot of myself when I was younger.” You groan as she glares, “what-” “How many times are you going to tell me this?” You laugh as she hits your arm. “That is no way to speak to your mother.” You laugh harder and she can't help but join you. Your father walks in his hair slightly a mess and his clothes a little wonky but you don't comment as he smiles at the two of you. “Now what about you two laughing?” Your mother shakes her head, a light smile on her face, “Ladies secret.” “You wouldn't get it.” “ah of course of course, well would my two lovely ladies like me to escort you to the main hall for dinner?” 

You giggle as you grab his arm and your mother on the other one, “You should fix your hair before we enter father.” His eyes widen in shock as your mother laughs and he moves to fix it, He purposefully makes it worse before turning to you, “hows that?” You laugh and shake your head, “Perfect.” “You rascal.” he taps your arms and smiles. Your mother clicks her teeth and moves to fix it for him, “You old fool.” He gives her a more gentle smile and thanks her softly as she shakes her head. “Now lets go before we are late.” She moves ahead of the two of you and you grab your fathers arm. “Lets hurry now or else well awake the beast.” “the beast is already awake now move!” you two laugh and hurry after her.

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The main hall somehow looks bigger than this morning, Long and large tables fill the sides of the room “wow.” you three can only look in wonder before quickly moving to your table. All the way in the back of course with little to no view of the main table in the front of the iron throne where the royal family would be seated. “Well this is nice.” You shake your head at your father as he contently sips on his wine. Your mother glances all over the room before he turns to you with a look you don't like, “oh no.” She glares at her husband as she turns back to you, “There's many people I would like to introduce to you tonight.” You groan and look at your father who avoids eye contact. 

“Mother-” “There's Ser Marq Ambrose of house Ambrose, There's Joffery Arryn of House Arryn and-” “Take a deep breathe dear.” She glares at her husband, “I am simply trying to secure her a match as should you-” “And it shall happen my dear so relax, how do you know i have not been putting in work as well.” She narrows her eyes, “And what could you have possibly done?” Before he could answer when the royal family arrives, everyone stands as the announcer reads off a long list of names and titles but all you can do is admire the prince. He has a gentle smile on his face and he spots you and it grows. You quickly avert your eyes and turn your head the other way. As the royal family sit, Rhaenyra remains standing to address the crowd.

“I would like to start off by thanking each and every single one of you for attending tonight-” Her speech drones on as you stare at your feet wishing the ground would swallow you whole, your happy moments with your family made you forget where you are and you are suddenly reminded that you are surrounded by people who are willing to do anything to get what they want.”I’d like to raise a glass to Prince Jacaerys.” Everyone, including yourself raises a glass, “To Prince Jacaerys!” The crowd cheers as many people down their glasses, “Now let us eat!”  

Hundreds of plates begin to get served and many begin to eat. As you all sit back down your mother is staring at her husband expectantly, “What?” “You never answered my question.” “What question- oh.” A smirk dawns his face as he shakes his head and turns to you, “Some Things a father has to keep to himself.” You laugh and shake your head while your mother glares. He shrugs at her and smiles at the man bringing him his plate. You three begin to eat and you try hard not to take glances up at jacaerys. 

Many people begin to dance and your mother pushes you towards the dance floor, “There will be many lords down there, now go dance!” You stand at the sidelines and watch as many people dance waiting for the current song to be over when you feel someone standing at your side. “You must think you’re so special huh.” You roll your eyes and turn to see, “Cassandra baratheon, Hello.” She glares at you, “Stay away from him.” You tilt your head at her, “Now why should I do that?” She crosses her arms and gets closer to you staring at you, “You have no chance, No one cares that he gave you the time of day once, he’ll soon forget you and end up with someone who actually matters. Not you. What even is house dunn anyway?” She scoffs and walks away from you.

You don't look at her retreating form as a wave of sadness crashes into you for what must be the tenth time today. You shake it off of you as the next song begins and you are asked to dance by one of the men your mother had said, Marq was his name? You can't remember. It's a switch partners dance and suddenly you are being moved to all sorts of different men. Lost in the moment you barely register the man standing in front of you, “My lady.” He smiles at you as he's done all day but you can barely look at him and look down at your feet instead. “My prince.” Thankfully your time with him is short and you are soon swaying away not noticing the sad look on his face.

After the dance is done you return to your family and sit, “are you alright sweetheart?” you sigh, “I'm just not feeling well-.” “What did that girl say to you?” you turn to your father who has an angry look on his face, “what do you-” “You've had a sad look on your face since you spoke with her what did she say?” “Dear-” “Nothing untrue is all.” You pick up the glass of wine and drink it as your father shakes his head. You need to stop feeling sorry for yourself, even your family is beginning to notice, “I wish to go mingle.” Your mother looks at you in shock, “You said there are lords to meet no? Let us go meet them.” 

Your mother gives you a look you cannot recognize before standing and walking towards you, she whispers something in her husband's ear and he nods and walks off. You begin to regret your decision as she drags you around the room introducing you to numerous men. There is one however that stands out. “And I am Joffery Arryn, my lady.” You smile as he kisses your hand, “My mother, jeyne arryn.” The older lady smiles at you as you greet her. “You look wonderful tonight my lady.” You’re face heats, he is a very attractive clearly resembling his mother, “You are too kind ser.” He shakes his head and smiles, “I am most certainly not, you are the most gorgeous woman in the room, I simply state the truth.” You shake your head in disbelief, “and you are very attractive yourself ser.” He laughs, “Now you are the one being too kind my lady.” 

The two of you continuing the talk. He a very pleasant man you enjoy conversing with, and time slips away from you without you noticing as you enjoy your time with ser joffrey so much. Something else that slips your mind is the stare of a certain prince from across the room. As the night grows later you grow tired and bid the arryns a goodnight with the promise to speak again tomorrow. You mother walks you to bed with a pleased look on her face and you do not see your father again for the rest of the night. You walk into your room and are greeted by belle.

“Hello belle.” “Hello my lady i hope your evening went well.’ You smile, “It did.” as she begins to remove your evening wear you notice a curious red rose has been laid on top of your bed. “Was that rose always there?” She turns to it and tilts her head, “I do not know my lady.” she gets you ready for the night and leaves.

You walk to the bed and eye the rose. Picking it up you notice it has been dethroned, poorly of course, there's one or two thorns but you cant be bothered by it as you admire it. Who would bring you this if it was not always here? You think long and hard, not being able to put a finger, “When you give someone a singular red rose it resembles giving them your heart.” Your earlier words ring around your head as your face burns.

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I looked and looked and looked for who to credit this art for. Maybe I'm blind. Maybe I need to do alternative searches for art to use on my posts. Anyhow, I found both of these on Pinterest. If you or someone you know is the creator, please message me and I'll add the artist.

A/N = Lovely Rengoku. This man can fit into any situation and make it work ... well, maybe not ALL. But you know what I mean. This ~one-a-fucking-gain~ didn't pan out how I planned it. I was originally going to write a whole thing but it pretty much just ended itself. It worked out well, though, despite being kinda short.

C/W = I don't think there are any. Talk of nudity, a small group of nude people posing for artistic purposes. Other than that it's just a fluffy piece. Flirting between Rengoku and y/n (F!reader). Enjoy!

Sign Here X_____________

"Hey, this is beginning art, right?" You asked the man looking over the class syllabus on the wall. He looked to be close to your age, maybe a little younger. He was goddamn beautiful, too. Tall. Not an ounce of body fat in the wrong place. Muscular. Cool hair; blonde with red tips.

He looked at you. For a good 10 seconds before he said anything. Scanning over your face, stopping at your eyes and your lips. You found yourself feeling some way. Not uncomfortable, but like you were under a microscope. Being inspected.

"Yes, this is my class, beginning art."

You narrowed your eyes. "'Your class?' Oh, you mean you're in this class, too? Cool. Well, my name is y/n. I guess I'll see you around. Thanks."

"Heh, no, this is MY class. As in, I'm the instructor. I'm the everything ... actually." He said calmly and smiled at you as he put his hair back in a tight bun and you watched him walk to the oversized desk in the corner of the room.

"Hello, welcome to ...?" He rolled his hands out like as he was encouraging the classroom to interact.

"Arrrrtttt for beginnnnerssss!" Everyone participated. Even you. How could you not. This man could convince a perfectly healthy person to drink a vile of poison.

"Good job, kids," he laughed. Clearly noting the older people in the class. "In this course, we're going to learn how to draw animate and inanimate objects. Always be prepared because I will surprise you from time to time."

You looked around the class to see everyone was completely enthralled with this young man. The person to your left was a woman, maybe in her 40's. She looked nice. You leaned over and said, "I can't wait to see what kind of surprises he's talking about," and giggled. She put her hand over her mouth as she giggled back at your comment.

"Y/n, care to tell me what's so funny back there? I'm not here as a comedian. I'm here as an art teacher. So if comedy is more up your ... alley? Perhaps you would like to go to the room a few doors down and share your humor with everyone that isn't here to learn how to draw?"

You shut up real quick. "S-sorry ... uhhh, I-I don't know your name." You tilted your right ear toward him, waiting for his response.

"I was actually just getting to that before you flexed your humorous." He stared into your eyes for what seemed like an eternity. You don't think he blinked the entire time, either.

"My name is Kyojuro Rengoku. Yes. It's a mouthful. Yes, you have to call me by my full name or I will kick you out of this class."

Your body sunk as he laughed. "No, not really. You can call me Kyo. I'll write it on the board in such a way it'll be simple enough to pronounce." He grabbed the chalk and began to say out loud what he was writing. "Kee-yoh. Kyo. Simple enough, yes?" He looked at you. Again. What the hell was up with him. "See, y/n, I can be funny, too."

You nodded, feeling your cheeks pink up. He still hadn't taken his eyes off of you as your face transitioned back to its original color.

"Now, what exactly is going to be a surprise in this class, you're probably wondering. I presume you all read the waiver etc. that was included in your packet? I know I got most of them back all signed. If you didn't sign one, stay after and talk to me."

Shit, you thought, I never got anything like that.

└────── ⋆☆⋆ ──────┘

Class was only 45 minutes tonight as it was just a basic introduction about what would be covered and when.

"Y/n, may I have a moment of your time?" He sounded so relaxed when he talked. You thought about asking him what his secret was. "Did you mail in your signed waiver? I sent it out with the syllabus about 3 weeks ago?"

You started to twist your bottom lip around with your teeth. "I ... I don't - ah, I mean I didn't ever get that. None of it, Kyo."

He was taken aback by your use of his name so casually. So effortlessly.

"Hm. Look over your information here and tell me if it's correct." He handed you a planner and had you find your name.

You pointed at it.

"Here's my name, phone # and addre-" You stopped and looked at him. "This is my old address. Where did you get this from?"

You'd moved 5 months ago to a little house. But you thought you'd changed everything over before you'd even moved out.

"I got it from here, from the school."

"Ohhh, oh no. I forgot to notify the school." You got a worried look on your face. "Does that mean I'm going to be kicked out of this class?" You didn't even try to disguise your concern.

"Nooo! No, nothing like that, y/n. But I will need you to fill one out, just to cover everything."

"Cover? Cover what? You doing blood sacrifices in here or something?" You laughed.

He didn't. "Among other things, yes."

You waited for him to tell you he was kidding.

A full minute must've gone by before he gave you a half-smile, the left side of his mouth turning upward.

"There will be no sacrifices of any kind in my class, little lamb. Do not worry." He chuckled, rather darkly for someone who was trying to be reassuring.

Little lamb. You're pretty sure you had a "little" orgasm when he called you that.

"Just initial on these and sign at the bottom?" You pointed at the paper.

He put his hand next to where you were pointing, almost resting it right on top of yours.

"Mmmm ... mm-hm. Did you read what it said, y/n?"

You shook your head, quickly at first but then you slowed to an almost complete still.

"It's just about ... about art, and ... other stuff. R-right?" You swallowed hard, it hurt.

"It's basically a declaration that you're ok with nudity in any capacity. You're ok with multiple bodies being nude and draped or sitting on one another. "Basically ..." he continued, "that you're not going to file a sexual harassment claim against myself or the school because you're uncomfortable. It states very obviously that there will be profound nudity in this course. If you're NOT ok with that, then you're free to change your mind, of course. You'll get a full refund, no questions asked."

He watched your face closely for any kind of a reaction.

"Who - who will be the nude model?" You asked, trying to use your big girl voice.

"Anyone who is willing to pose. Sometimes it's someone from class. Sometimes it's someone from a newspaper ad that needs some rainy day money." He paused, "And sometimes," he leaned back in his chair, "sometimes, it'll be me." A cocky look washed over his face. He knew what you were thinking. He was counting on it.

You almost lost your balance when he said that.

"Y-you pose?"

He nodded, looking a little proud of himself for having given you such a reaction.

"I - I think I'll stay in the class then."

"Fantastic. Sign ... right ... here."

Taglist: @callm3senpaii

[emojellyace08]

Lookism Men x Artist! Reader 🖤🥀🎨Part 2

Warnings: None Genre: fluff ☁️ Reader is gender neutral (and in an established relationship with the character of choice :)

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Hudson Ahn (Ahn Hyung-Seong)

He doesn't really mind about your hobby as long if it's nothing too weird or bothersome. What matters is that you're having fun and you're comfortable with it.

Hudson will also be curious on how you managed to draw things. I think he'll kind of get close to you when he sees you drawing body anatomy and sketches of fighting poses. He really thinks it's cool. He also thinks it's very creative when you draw Shonen manga like Naruto, Bleach, One Piece, etc. (I headcannon that Hudson watches anime secretly since he thinks that the fighting scenes are so cool). But no matter what art style you're using, Hudson thinks that you're really talented especially when you're passionate about it.

He also doesn't mind it if you asked him for a picture so you can use him as a reference photo. Sure, he has other things to do like training with Taesoo but he guessed that a little break is not really a bad idea. He'll be looking forward for the results while he's away training and not seeing you for who knows how long. Taesoo will ask what he did on his breaks and he'll simply reply "I just spend time with Y/N. She/he just asked me to be her/his model for her/his sketch before I go. It's fine I guess".

And after a really long time of not meeting each other because of his missions and personal problems, he'll visit you again after beating some fucker's ass. He'll ask about your progress and if you're already finished it will make him surprised (though it's not obvious). He knows that it takes a lot of time and patience to make a good artwork just like training for combat, but he guessed that you're just so responsible at managing your time or you're just really good at it. After you gave him the sketch for him to take a good look at it, he'll be surprised on how you did a good job and he'll compliment it "It looks pretty". "Tha-Thank you. I wonder if you would want me to take pictures of you, if you don't mind". "Sure I've got nothing to do anyways". And if he's not satisfied, he'll give constructive criticism on it (though he won't ask for you to draw a new portrait of him since he doesn't like it when you get burned out). He'll also ask you to keep it since he can't promise that he can preserve it's beauty because of his work.

Hudson is your number one fan even though it's not really obvious at times. You're his precious cinnamon roll that he'll protect whoever tries to mess with you :).

Eli Jang (Jang Hyun)

Also your number one biggest fan (he still prioritizes a nice and helpful partner, but also having a talented someone can make his heart explode).

He also finds your own artsyle amazing whether you draw anime/cartoonish, realism/semi-realism, landscape, abstract or gory/horror (though don't show your gory art to Yenna she may cry her eyes out lmao). I headcannon that Eli himself likes drawing. When he's younger and when he was struggling with his personal issues, he would either hum songs that his mother used to sing to him or he would draw a picture of what a happy family looks like since he never got to experienced to be raised in a loving and accepting place, though he never finds it as his future career. But drawing makes him calm and express his negative emotions on a simple paper, so having a partner who also shares the same hobby as him makes you and Eli's bond a bit stronger. He also really admires how you took a simple activity into the next level like drawing everyday things or events in your style and interpretation.

He also doesn't mind it when you asked him for a picture for you to use it as a reference photo. Though expect for him to snap a photo with him holding his baby with that sweetest smile ever (he'll only do it though when you're super close with him). And after giving him your work he'll put it on a frame that hangs up on their home along with other pictures of the Hostel Members and yourself since he just found you very special, especially when you give him something that you made by yourself (he's very sentimental). "You're hanging it up on the wall?" you asked as he smiles while looking at your artwork of him holding Yenna. "Of course. Your works are beautiful and it means so much to me. My family is the most important thing in my life. You, Yenna and the others are like precious gems that needs to be protected and be taken care of. So I'll do my best to protect you even if it means in hurting others so all of you will be safe" "Damn, you actually sound like my parent/s". you replied back as his eyes widened at your reaction as Eli chuckled at your response. "I'm Hostel's Big Daddy after all". "And that's why I love you".

Eli also appreciates it when you babysit Yenna and teaching her how to color! Since Eli's really busy and tired balancing his high school life and fighting the other crews who tries to mess with his family, sometimes he can get a bit lazy of taking care of the little girl (But I don't think that he's a careless father he still spends his extra time with Yenna). But taking turns with him of taking care of the girl can be a relief of him, (though he doesn't assign you for watching out his child since he understands that you need to study too and have your personal space but he'll trust you more if you take care of her). He might even join drawing with the both of you! It can be a special bond and activity that you, Eli and Yenna will do every time you're both free and in the mood to take a break (the others will join too but it can be a mess yet still very fun!). "Yenna you drew a snowman! It looks so cute!" "BA BA Y/N!".

Eli really value you as a really good and supportive partner, so supporting you on your hobby is no big deal either.

Warren Chae (Chae Won Seok)

Fanboy #3. Seriously, he thinks that your talent/hobby is so cool!

Warren finds it fascinating how you draw. He also likes the concentrated face that you make when you're too serious of sketching your reference and not getting it right. "Y/N (why do you look so annoyed?)" he will ask curiously and peek through your sketchbook as you hide it pressing the paper on your chest. "It's nothing" "I noticed that the nose looks weird (like a penis)". "WARREN!"

Just like Zack, he'll feel so special when you asked him for a picture as a reference photo. He'll be so awkward about it lmao (he secretly wants you to draw him anyways soooo....). He'll be posing like an idiot while you scold him for doing a bad job as your personal model. "C'mon Warren act natural." "Like this?" then he'll put his hand on the back of his head with a pouty look making you sigh (though he doesn't like you getting pissed off by him so he'll try his best to be obedient but he just can't take things seriously sometimes lol).

And he'll be so hyped and excited to see your progress! He'll ask about your work if its finished almost every time, "Y/N (How's) the sketch? Is it done?" "No Warren, I haven't finished it yet I just need to add some details." "Okie (I'll wait for it!)" And if you are done and you gave it to him, his eyes will be that emoji ✨🥺✨because he's so amazed that you did a very good job with it! "WOAH Y/N YOU REALLY SLAYED THIS!" "Ye-Yeah thanks".

He will also flex you on Sally, Eli, Derek, Max, Heather heck even Olly. "Y/N so good at drawing (she/he's my everything)". "Yeah, that's why you're such a simp for her/him." "HEY! (BE QUIET!)".

If Warren is one of the approved simps, he'll be also your fan. Just seeing you happy and progressing your talents/skills and also as a good person really warms his heart >3 (keep up the good work!).

Johan Seong (Seong Yohan)

Okay he looks so angsty in this picture though (I just wanna see him happy for once).

If you're childhood friends with him, he'll be in shock and awe on how you managed to draw cute things. "WoW Y/N how are you so good at these stuff?" "Ha... Well, you just need some practice and patience in anything that you do you know. I'm not really good at first but I managed to pass the beginner level I guess". He will also look up to you as a role model especially if he's crushing on you. "I wanna be cool like Y/N too so I'll practice boxing just like Zack is doing right now!" . But if you met him after the God Dog arc he'll be more quiet and reserved. I can imagine the scenario, you and Johan with his dogs will be on the same park while he stares at you sketching something. He will be blushing and he will look away when you noticed him watching you doing your own thing (he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable). "Sorry are you alright sir?" "Ye-Yeah I'll go no-" "No it's alright really! There's no other seats in here and I noticed you watching me draw but it's okay." "You sure?" "Yeah. Your name?" and the rest is history.

Johan also doesn't mind it if you asked for a photo of him as a reference. Though I headcannon that he'll be mildly uncomfortable about it since he secretly feels insecure about himself. "You want a photo of me?" "Yes!" "What for?" he will ask bluntly but deep down he'll be screaming inside while his cheeks are rosy pink. His crush asking his photo? His day couldn't get any better. "Well I was out of ideas for my drawings and I thought that you'll be a perfect reference" you asked as he looks at you overthinking. What if you're secretly part of the Workers and you've been a spy all along so that you can share his information to Yoojin and destroy him. "Just promise me one thing." "Sure!" he leans closer to you making close contact making you blush. "You won't leak my photo everywhere, got it?" "Su-Sure. I promise".

He secretly likes it more when you draw him pictures of animals like dogs, especially Eden! (He's just like Vasco fr). "You drew this?" Johan asked checking out your work as you smiled back at him. "Yep! I think your dog is cute so I decided to draw her!" you replied cheerfully as he gave you a sly smirk, you look so cute when you give a happy expression to him it makes his day better. "Keep up the good work" Johan said while ruffling your hair.

Having a someone who is kind, warm hearted and also talented is a win for Johan. He can't help but to adore you!

[stormikitty]

Sofia's Fear Of Storms: Lullaby For A Stormy Night

Amber heard a knock at her door.

"Whaaaat is iiiiit?" She groaned.

"Amber, have you seen your sister?" Her father asked.

"Sofia's scared of storms, so we wanted to check on her, but she isn't in her room," her mother explained.

Amber sat up in her bed.

"Have you checked with Cedric?" She asked.

Roland raised an eyebrow at his daughter.

Miranda furrowed her brow.

Amber gave her parents a flat look.

"She almost always goes to Cedric first when she's scared or needs help, unless she runs into someone else who can help her before she gets to him. Maybe you should check with him before you come to me next time."

She wanted to be surprised at her parents shocked faces upon hearing this, but she knew they hadn't noticed or been present for many of the things that happened to their children, no matter how loving or attentive they were. Big things tended to happen when the king and queen were busy or in a different place than their children.

"Still, if she's really that scared of storms, maybe I should go with you to find her and check on her. Come on."

The king and queen followed Amber out into the hallway, wondering how they had missed Sofia becoming so close with their royal sorcerer that she'd go to him for help before them.

Miranda wondered if it had anything to do with Cedric having a slight resemblance to Sofia's father.

They reached the tower and found Cedric's door was open just a crack.

"What's going on?" James asked quietly from behind them, having woken up to a sound outside his room and followed his family to the tower out of curiosity when he'd seen them leaving the hallway.

It was just as they reached the door that they heard Cedric ask, "Is there a reason you're so scared of storms, Princess Sofia?"

James got closer to the door to listen better upon hearing these words.

"My mom told me a storm took my papa away. I don't want anyone else to disappear like he did," Sofia cried, sounding younger than Amber, James, or Roland had ever heard her sound. Amber wondered if she could convince her parents to get the whole family into 1 room for a sleepover the next night there was a storm like this. Royal sorcerer and animals included if that made Sofia feel better.

Amber stopped at the door with James. Her parents stopped with her as they listened.

"Ah," Cedric said. "That does sound quite scary, but storms do not mean any harm, my dear. I don't think the storm meant to take your father from you. I can't tell you for certain that you won't lose anyone else in a storm ever again, because life and storms are both very unpredictable, but I can tell you that it is unlikely to happen, and storms do many good things for us most of the time."

Roland opened the door a little wider to find that Cedric was kneeling and holding Sofia like something precious and fragile as she latched onto him tightly.

"Really?" Sofia looked up at her father figure friend.

"Of course, my dear!"

Thunder boomed loudly outside and everyone present felt their hearts break as Sofia flinched and squeaked.

Cedric's words didn't seem to have calmed the princess down as much as he'd hoped, but they did seem to have helped at least a little. "Would you like to hear the song that my mother used to sing to me when I got scared during storms at your age?"

"I'd like that," Sofia sniffled. The royals listened from the other side of the door as Cedric started to hum before he began to sing.

"Little child, be not afraid

Though rain pounds harsh against the glass

Like an unwanted stranger, there is no danger

I am here tonight"

His voice was soft as the words left his mouth.

"Little child, be not afraid

Though thunder explodes and lightning flash

Illuminates your tear-stained face

I am here tonight"

Roland wondered when Cedric had become more of a father figure to Sofia than he was.

"And someday you'll know

That nature is so

The same rain that draws you near me

Falls on rivers and land

On forests and sand

Makes the beautiful world that you'll see

In the morning"

Sofia's crying slowed.

"Little child, be not afraid

Though storm clouds mask your beloved moon

And its candlelight beams, still keep pleasant dreams

I am here tonight"

Miranda put a hand on her husband's shoulder as she wondered why Cedric seemed to be doing a better job of comforting Sofia than she had ever managed to do during a storm.

"Little child, be not afraid

Though wind makes creatures of our trees

And their branches to hands, they're not real, understand

And I am here tonight"

Cedric stroked Sofia's hair lightly.

"And someday you'll know

That nature is so

The same rain that draws you near me

Falls on rivers and land

On forests and sand

Makes the beautiful world that you'll see

In the morning"

The twins knew their sister felt safest with Cedric, but they were surprised to see him acting in such a fatherly way towards the girl.

"For you know, once even I was a

Little child, and I was afraid

But a gentle someone always came

To dry all my tears, trade sweet sleep for fears

And to give a kiss goodnight"

Cedric lightly wiped the tears from Sofia's cheeks with his thumbs as he kneeled in front of her and continued to sing.

"Well now I am grown

And these years have shown

That rain's a part of how life goes

But it's dark and it's late

So I'll hold you and wait

'Til your frightened eyes do close"

Amber and James silently opened the door the rest of the way and went to sit on the floor next to their sister and the sorcerer she'd become so close with.

"And I hope that you'll know

That nature is so

The same rain that draws you near me

Falls on rivers and land

On forests and sand

Makes the beautiful world that you'll see

In the morning"

Miranda and Roland followed their children into the room and they each put a hand on one of Sofia's shoulders when they sat with her on the floor.

"Everything's fine in the morning

The rain'll be gone in the morning

But I'll still be here in the morning"

Cedric made sure to emphasize the final line of the song and Sofia pulled away slightly to give him a small smile as the words left his mouth. She then turned to look at her parents and siblings as her mother leaned down to kiss her forehead.

Cedric smiled softly at the family as they all let Sofia know that they were there with her and wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon.

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My brain decided to spit out this Sofia The First oneshot inspired by this fic I saw on ao3 instead of working on 1 of my MANY WIPs I've already started for DPxDC or Hazbin Hotel. I might post this on ao3 later too.

The song is here :

[elk96]

Hey, this just occurred to me haha

I was wondering if you could do a male dom reader x Cillian, please. 🫶

Where the reader and Cillian had a relationship when they were younger but Cillian decided to end it for x reason and each one went their own way and made their lives, from that day on he didn't hear from Cillian again, until after a while the reader goes to a premiere and they meet again, making the reader remember him and the moments they had as a couple, falling in love with Cillian again

I'm sorry for my bad English.

We Will Make It Work

Cillian Murphy X Male Reader

Warnings: smut, anal sex, oral sex

Words: 2559

No disrespect to Cillian Murphy, it's just a story.

The atmosphere at the premiere was dazzling, photographers, reporters, haughty actors. You blinked harshly as the flash of the camera blinded your eyes. An arm slipped through yours, you flinched as the director of the movie came next to you. Her white dress came in sharp contrast with your dark, red suit, but so did your temperaments. You had been working as director of photography in television and films for almost fifteen years now, but you had yet to get accustomed to the intense lifestyle of the job. You tried your best not to θαscrunch your face as the woman next to you smiled for the cameras. 

"Come on, let's go", she said sweetly, tagging your sleeve, and you followed her through a sea of people, only to find yourself nearer the center stage. 

It was a double premiere that day, a shared date for the two movies released together. You realized you had come to where the stars of the other film were, much to your confusion. 

"It's so good to see you, it's been a long time", your partner said. You snapped your head at her place.

Your breath itched. 

"Yeah, I know -good to see you too", the man in front of her answered shyly. 

His accent is a lot more subtle, you thought immediately, still too surprised to speak.

"Um, meet Y/N", she introduced you, nodding to extend your arm for the customary handshake.

He smiled before you could even draw in a second breath.

"Oh, we actually know each other", he said with his soft voice. "We used to hang around, some ages ago".

"You're making me look old as well"!, you complained, the memories easing your anxiety. 

"But that's lovely"!, the woman next to you exclaimed. "I've wanted you to meet for so long, you seem to have the same style in work so I thought a collaboration would be ideal"!

"Y/N! They're asking for you buddy-hello everybody. Come on"!, urged one of the movie's actors, and you let him guide you away. 

Your relationship wasn't as casual as Cillian had made it seem. You could still see him in your mind as he was back then, that disheveled mop, the little scar on his chin, his skinny form. 

He hadn't aged a day, you smiled, apart perhaps from those laugh lines in his eyes and around his mouth, the deep wrinkles on his forehead. 

Funny enough, the smell of sunscreen and sea air engulfed you- the perfume of one of the ladies attending, and it took you back to your very first kiss.

You were casually sitting by the dock near his family house at Cork, early in the morning, waiting for the rest of your friends to arrive. The seagulls were diving in the sea searching for fish, the sun sparkled at the even surface of the water. Cillian was picking up the wood, going on and on about life and how he wanted to change things in Ireland. And then, the world felt silent, and he came to sit closer to you, shoulder to shoulder, a large hand coming up to the side of your neck.

You had leaned in without second thought, pressing your mouth against his soft, plump lips. He'd clumped to your lap soon after, hands roaming each other's bodies, sincere and passionate as young love is.

You shivered on the memory, feeling your heartbeat flutter under your chest.

You tried to observe him from afar without ignoring too much the ones talking to you. He still seemed shy. Still, stiff, polite, flashing everybody gracious smiles. 

   It had been fifteen years. Fifteen years you had barely heard of him, and that only through some crappy interviews. Gradually, new things had come into your life, travels, friends, you'd managed to fill the gap in your chest.

Seeing him so unexpectedly made you realize the pull on you he had still. 

—--

"And this is your room card sir, enjoy your stay", the receptionist said, her mouth pulling in a grimace that resembled a smile. You took them with slow moves, huffing and picking up your baggage. You climbed up the stairs in heavy steps, unaware of the pair of eyes pinned to your form.

You laid in your bed, tossing and turning as the night went on. 

I should've called. Found a way

somehow, you repeated in your foggy mind. 

After the best year of your life, your relationship came to an end. You had received a scholarship in Budapest, ensuring the best possible development for your career. 

Perhaps humans were too powerful to stay together, and so Zeus separated them, you remembered the old myth.

Cillian's aunt had fallen sick, and since his siblings were little and had to stay with his parents, he was the only one who could take care of her. That, and the job opportunities ahead led him to London.

It was still painful to recall your last day together, because you both knew it was the world getting between you, and who could fight the whole world? 

A knock on your door sent you jumping to your feet. You held your breath, listening in for another noise. Nothing came. You sighed in annoyance-you and your damned nerves, but as you buried yourself under the cushions, you heard a soft voice. An unmistakable voice, calling out your name.

You very much ran to open the door.

"Cillian"?, you blurted out, seeing him outside your room still in his suit.

"Hello…Um, I…asked the receptionist for the number of your room…and I've been trying to gather the courage to come to you for two hours now…".

He gave you another one of his cute, shy smiles and you felt your knees go weak.

"Come on in", you said simply, your voice hoarse. 

He sat at the edge of your small bed, accepting the cup of tea you offered him.

"Those insulated bottles are amazing, I made some tea to help me sleep and it's still warm", you muttered just to fill the silence.

"Yet you're still awake", Cillian said sympathetically.

You cast him a long gaze, letting the feeling of familiarity settle inside your stomach. Fifteen years can be a long time, actually, almost everything had changed.

You tried to shake off the heat pooling in your stomach and heart. He had just come to talk.

"I had things in my mind", you answered at last.

"Your film was amazing. Best cinematography I've seen in a long time".

You smiled, his soft voice music to your ears, taking you back to times when he'd so passionately encourage you to follow your dream.

"You were right after all. I did have what it took to succeed".

Cillian nodded in agreement, his fairy, freckled skin illuminated by a small lamp.

"What happened to your aunt"?, you asked hesitantly.

"She's all right. She needed a lot of care and help for the first eight months, but now, she's fine. Living with my parents".

"I'm glad to hear that. What else? What has changed in your life since then, Cilly"?, you laughed and watched him swallow harshly at the nickname.

"Not much. I've been blessed with some truly amazing projects…but nothing interesting and not work related", he huffed, lost in thought. "You? 'd you find anyone…good"?

You lowered your eyes, a slight smile tagging at the edge of your lips. I wouldn't be here if I had, you wanted to say, but after all this time you were lacking the courage.

"No. Not yet. To be honest, I'm kind of convinced I'll end up spending all my money on cat food", you chuckled.

Cillian laughed along with you, his eyes creasing in the corners.

You took a sip of your tea as he fidgeted with his fingers. Both of you searched desperately for a topic to talk about but suddenly all things in life seemed incredibly dull, unimportant.

You waited for him to say something, explain why he'd come to your room in the middle of the night…until you remembered he was never one to take the first step.

"You need to take off that suit, you know? It looks fucking uncomfortable", you mumbled, observing his face.

Cillian sighed deeply, shivering slightly as your lips brushed the fabric of his shirt. You waited, feeling your pulse beat in every part of your body. 

The rejection you feared never came. Before you knew it your lips were touching the soft skin of his neck, feeling his warmth. You re-adjusted your position, a hand running over his chest and stomach as you licked behind his ear, biting his earlobe. 

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this", Cillian breathed, tilting his head back. You nipped at his skin, hearing his breath itch as you worked your way to his mouth. 

He wrapped his arms around you, lips crushing against each other in a feverish kiss. You sucked on his tongue, making him moan loudly. 

"I want you", he murmured in between the kisses. "I want you. I've missed you".

A growl escaped you as you helped him off his shirt, pushing him on the bed, climbing on top of him. You took a minute to admire his body, thin and toned as you remembered it. You sucked at the column of his neck, enjoying the slight bruising of the skin. You kissed his nipple, tagging at it softly with your lips. Cillian's chest was falling and rising rapidly, already overwhelmed with the sensations. 

During your first month or so he would hold back, hide his reactions, tone down his responses. You'd had to make him lose complete control of himself to actually, finally hear him, and ever since, you settled for no less. 

You licked a long stripe down his stomach, teasing the thin skin between his ribs. 

"Hurry up", Cillian complained with a whine.

You bit his lips in a harsh kiss before doing what he wanted, unbuttoning and getting rid of his pants. You tagged at his underwear and soon it was gone as well, leaving you with the sight of his throbbing cock, his big balls.  

You spat on his head, teasing it with the tip of your tongue while your wet hands massaged his balls. 

You took one of it in your mouth, sucking lightly, watching him in awe arch his back. 

You smeared the precum all over his cock, a devilish smile on your face. 

"Stop teasing Y/N", he threatened, his voice in complete contrast to his needy whine. 

"Or what"?, you asked, taking both his balls into your mouth. Cillian yelped in pain and pleasure as you grazed them with your teeth, sucking strongly. Your hand pumped his cock in tight, small motions and soon his moans reached your ears. You raised your head, fisting his dick, taking in his form. Mouth open, eyes tightly shut, head fallen back, fingers twisted in the sheets. His breath was erratic.

"You gonna cum Cilly"?, you asked hoarsely. "Mmh"?

You ducked your head, burying his cock in your throat.

"Yeah…don't stop", he answered through his groans, his words cut short as his orgasm hit him.

He whined and trembled, thick ropes of cum spilling in your mouth. You tried not to swallow it, enjoying his salty taste. 

Once he fell heaving to the mattress you climbed on top of him, arms pressing him down. He opened his mouth to receive your kiss, and you connected your lips eagerly. 

"Swallow".

Cillian smiled, swallowing his cum, finding your lips again in a sloppy kiss.

"I'm talented with my mouth too", he whispered, his arm finding your cock.

You looked him in the eyes, your gaze endearing, his defiant. You turned your body, your back facing the ceiling, cock pressed forcefully against Cillian's mouth. 

You groaned softly as he began sucking on it, tongue swirling over your slit.

"I've missed you", you said again, eyes fluttering shut. Cillian moaned to show his agreement, sending reverberations through your whole body.

You then raised his legs, folding them over your head, finding his hole. You rubbed circles around the tight skin, pushing a finger inside.

Cillian moaned again, and soon the room was filled with the sloppy sounds of tongue against flesh, your fingers opening him up slowly for your cock, moans you had been waiting years to release.

"Stop", you said after a while. Cillian was still eagerly taking you deep, ignoring the strain in his neck.

"You filthy bastard", you chuckled, getting away from him before it all ended too soon. Cillian smiled at you, lips shining spit, and you trapped him underneath you, kissing him hungrily.

With a disappointed groan you got of the bed, searching his drawer for a condom. You rolled it over your shaft quickly, going back to him.

Your moves synchronized, you both got on your knees, Cillian's back pressed tight against your chest. You ran your hands over his taut bodice, rubbing his cock as you entered him slowly. His brows connected into a frown, mouth falling open.

"So how does it feel to have me fill you after all these years"? you whispered in his ear. 

You started moving, slow and sensual, enjoying his tightness.

"I wanna hear you love". You thrusted harder, slow but deep.

Cillian let out a long whine.

"That's better". 

"Harder. I want it harder", he begged.

You grabbed his arms, folding them over his stomach, using them to keep yourself steady. You snapped your hips quickly, growling like an animal in his ear. His whines kept getting smaller and smaller, signaling his orgasm. You took his cock in your hands, fucking him harder than any other time before.

"I'm close, 'm close Y/N", he breathed out.

"Cum for me Cilly", you growled, your own head getting foggy and heavy as your orgasm hit you. You had strength for a few more sloppy thrusts, Cillian's cock softening in your hand.

You felt him collapse onto you, too far gone in pleasure.

You kissed his neck tenderly, revisiting your lovemarks from earlier.

"The make-up artist is gonna kill me tomorrow", he murmured.

"I'm not sure you'll be able to go down the stairs love. Unless I pull out".

Cillian whined in complaint but your position left no other option. You pulled out of him, throwing the condom away quickly.

Cillian was lying limp in the covers as you left him. 

"Wore you off"?, you asked cheekily. 

"You wish, you bastard", he bit back laughing. You hugged him tightly, pulling the covers over your naked body, carefully avoiding the wet spot on the sheets.

"I've been thinking about you. All these years, no matter who I'd meet", Cillian whispered, his voice raspy.

You kissed him softly, admiring his beauty once again.

"What's gonna happen now"? he whispered.

You sucked in a deep breath. Everything that had happened suddenly felt more real with his question. You'd broken up not because of lack of love, but because your lives were so different…and now…Had that really changed now?

"Do you love me"?, you asked, looking into his beautiful eyes. 

"I love you Y/N".

"Then we'll make it work. Because I love you too Cilly".

You brushed his cheekbones, your heart full of the warmth and happiness you'd always associated with his smell.

"I've never been happier to attend a premiere", he whispered, giving you a peck on the lips. 

Cillian settled against your chest, a content little sight leaving him before he was fast asleep. 

Any form of interaction is always highly appreciated!!!

[audrey-carr1]

Good Luck, Baroness

A/N: This is the other side of my Chappell-inspired fic. They are not related to each other except for the fact that they were inspired by Rebecca saying she loves Chappell Roan. For extra feeling, listen to this orchestral cover while reading: Good luck, Babe. It'll help set the mood lol

Summary: At a party, you try to warn Hetty of a life-altering event for her. Hetty alters the trajectory of both of your lives instead.

warnings: fem!reader, Angst, all hurt no comfort, young hetty

word count: 2.5k+

1893

Hetty cannot sleep, or atleast she cannot sleep well. Her mind constantly racing with thoughts and worries. She has tried countless remedies, and nothing seems to ease her troubles. She is not the best mother to her children, she does not have close friends, and her marriage is on the rocks. A stark contrast to when she was younger. Hetty was always being called upon by friends especially one in particular. Your name hangs on the tip of Hetty’s tongue, almost bitter to the taste as she has tried to forget it without much success. A lump forms in Hetty’s throat as she remembers that dreaded night almost 18 years ago. Getting up from her bed Hetty makes her way to her desk and quickly pulls out her stationary. 

1876

You watched as Hetty charms the room of the party. Hetty has always been the better socialite, while you preferred being a wallflower. Your mother always scolded and wondered why you for not putting yourself in the view of potential suitors. It’s not like you could tell her that you and your best friend have been romantically involved for over a year now. 

This night, however, Hetty has not spoken one word to you barely acknowledging your presence. A little fire burns within you as you watch her flirt with the men around her. You hear the orchestra start to play, and you then feel the presence of someone next to you. 

“Excuse me, but I noticed you from across the room and I was wondering if you would like to dance,” The man says. You would like to say No, but you do not want your ear talked off by your mother if she were to find out you declined a possible suitor. You watch as Hetty makes her way to the center of the room to join the other dancers. You plaster the sweetest smile on your face before saying, “ I would love to.” 

The man takes your hand as he leads you to the dance floor, and it’s by chance that you and Hetty are in each other’s line of sight. She finally acknowledges your presence, surprised to find you on the dance floor with someone. You decide it is your turn to ignore her, and you give your attention to your dance partner. You cannot remember if he as introduced himself, but you also cannot bring yourself to care. 

Hetty watches you glide across the room with the ease of a practiced dancer. She snorts to herself as she knows that you hate dancing, at least not with her. A bit of jealousy forms within her as she watches you give your entire attention to him. Her nails dig into her partner’s suit jacket as she watches you smile and bat your eyes at someone who is not her. Hetty realizes her tenseness and takes a relaxing breath. She tries to focus on her own dance partner, but she finds it nearly impossible to break her eyes away from you. She must admit that you do look beautiful tonight. The color of your dress compliments your skin tone, and your is hair curled and pinned in an updo that shows off the delicate features of your face. Even from a distance, Hetty can tell that the light of the room gives your eyes a warmth that could melt glaciers on sight. Hetty is absolutely smitten by your beauty. In her admiration, she notices as your partner’s hand slowly grazes your back, and Hetty’s jaw clenches. Hetty tries to tell herself that she has no right to be jealous. Especially after what she is about to do to you. 

Even still Hetty cannot draw her eyes from you. She has never knew her little wallflower could dazzle the room in such a way. The swell of the music along with her predicament made the room feel a bit stifling. She watched as your dance partner whispered something in your ear, and how you blushed. Hetty now realized why you had would always stare daggers at the men who would do the same to her. Only Hetty wanted to be the one who could make you blush or bring out the melody of your laughter. Hetty quickly shakes her head of her thoughts. She cannot think like that. Not tonight.

The dance soon ends and everyone applauds the musicians. Hetty watches as you excuse yourself and resume your post at the back of the room, and your dance partner going elsewhere. Hetty goes back to her group and continues the conversation from before.

Finally you allow your attentions go back to Hetty, and for a moment you two lock eyes. You smile at her, and she does the same. You both quickly avert your gazes, but in your peripheral you see a man lean in closer to Hetty to whisper something in her hear that makes Hetty cover her mouth hiding her laughter. You sharply inhale at the gesture, but soothe yourself. You know where her loyalty truly lies and it is with you.

Quite frankly you enjoy watching the party-goers, it is much easier to obtain gossip if you are not perceived as a threat. Although, the latest thread of gossip you hear almost causes you to leave the party all together. You have learned that Hetty’s father is considering a marriage between her and Elias to secure a land deal.

A small fire starts inside of you as you want to throttle Hetty’s father and Elias for treating women as property. You wish you could tell them, society, and their rules to screw off, but you knew better. That would only cause shame upon yourself. If it were even to get out that you were attracted to the fairer sex, that would be enough to bring shame and misfortune upon your family. 

While you are so deep in your thoughts you do not see Hetty finally break away from the group that she is been talking with and making her way over to you.

“I wonder if the men I’ve been to talking can feel you stare daggers into them” Hetty says quietly standing next you. You try to hide the surprise from your face.

“I hope they can,” You say quickly, your lips in a slight pout.

“(y/n), stop pouting. You know how these parties work. Nothing has changed, and nothing will change,” Hetty says her eyes scanning the room. There is a beat of silence between you as you ponder if you should tell Hetty now or later. You decide on the former.

“I need to speak with you privately,” You say looking up at her, “It is urgent.”

“Lead the way,” Hetty says wishing she had a bit of wine to settle her nerves. 

The two of you go outside and into the gardens. You spot a bench underneath a tree, and pull Hetty along. 

“What is so important that we must talk so privately?” Hetty asks. 

“You know any other time you would be overjoyed to sneak away. To have a moment  to reach a hand under my dress and have one under yours,” You quip. You see Hetty blush underneath her pale makeup, and you smile to yourself. 

“I pulled you out here, because I have heard some gossip about you that you need to be aware of,” You say in a hushed tone even if you two were the only people around. 

“Well please enlighten me, you know I hate to be kept waiting,” Hetty says.

“I have heard that your father is intending to marry you off to your cousin Elias,” You tell her.

Hetty sits in silence, and you assume it is because she is as stunned as you were when you heard of the arrangement. Hetty clears her throat and avoids your gaze. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as she has never avoided your eyes before. 

“Hetty I did not mean to upset you with this news, I only needed you to know so you were not surprised later,” You explain. 

“I have known,” Hetty says quietly still not meeting your gaze.

“Excuse me?” You say not trusting your hearing.

“I have known of this arrangement. In fact it has already been solidified. Elias is set to propose any day now to make it official,” Hetty says finally meeting your eyes.

Your eyes begin to buzz as your brain tries to process what it is you just heard.

“How long have you known?” You ask. That tiny fire inside threatening to become an inferno. 

“I wanted to tell you sooner it is ju-” Hetty stumbles over her words trying to find the right words to say to not further upset you.

“How long have you known?” You ask again slightly louder. You quickly come to your senses as you remember where it is you are. 

“Six months,” Hetty admits.

“Six months? We’ve been together a year, so that is practically half our relationship,” You stand up quickly and Hetty quickly reaches her hand out to steady you.

“Six months! Hetty that is almost half a year,” You are beyond astonished at the news.

“I am aware how time works, my dear,” Hetty says a bit annoyed. Hetty usually loved how you were always so factual, but in this moment it only shows how poorly Hetty has been treating you. The last thing Hetty wanted was to talk about this predicament let alone talk about it at a party. This is last place she would chosen for a lover’s quarrel if that is what you could call this. 

“Do not “my dear” me. You have been keeping secrets. I tell you everything!” Your voice is edgier now. Raising in pitch as the fire within you blazes.

“Will you please keep your voice down,” Hetty says standing up to face you, “The last thing we need is an audience.”

Hetty sees the fire behind your eyes, and cannot stand to be the one who put it there. Still she maintains her posture, and does not show an ounce of regret.!

“What are you embarrassed? Does our friendship mean nothing to you? Has the last year meant anything to you?”  You ask, and Hetty does not answer. 

You try again, “Do I mean anything to you?”

You tried to ignore the bitter taste in your mouth at Hetty’s continued silence. Hetty tried to keep a strong front, but her resolve was starting to fall. 

“Hetty this is a mistake, you cannot marry him,” You plead grabbing her hands. 

“And whom do you think I should marry instead? You? Don’t be preposterous,” Hetty scoffs quickly freeing her hands from your hold.  

“You do not need to be cruel Hetty,” You say blinking away tears. Hetty does not get to make you cry let alone see it. Not tonight. 

“There is nothing cruel when I speak the truth. What future do we have together? The answer to that question is that we do not have one. What we had was a momentary lapse in judgement and sanity. I wager  a kiss from a boy would be feel better than what I feel for you” Hetty fights back the bile that threatens to rise to the back of her throat.

 She hates fighting with you, but she knows that you are not one to back down easy. The only way to truly break things off is to make the conditions of the “relationship” so unfavorable that you would leave. Even if that was the last thing Hetty wanted you to do. 

“You could kiss hundreds of boys Hetty, and nothing would change and you know that. You like girls and only girls or atleast that is what you told me. So please enlighten me to joy you will feel being under Elias as he ruts on you like some animal,” You say.

The thought of your words alone threaten to make Hetty sick, and she cannot believe agreed to make it your words her future. Still Hetty doesn’t say anything. She knows that you are right but she would never admit it. At least not yet.

You do not wait for an answer before continuing, “Actually this is not your fault. It is my fault for believing anything you had to say, as I have come to realize that you did not mean it. You are selfish and opportunistic. I should have known that you would jump for marriage if money was involved. Elias is not the only one who comes from a wealthy family Hetty.”

“No, you do not get to be a helpless victim. I did not have a choice in this matter. Either I say yes or my family faces financial ruin,” Hetty says. 

The fire inside you is raging. Burning anything that it is its path. “You have a sister. An older sister who is unmarried. She should be the one marrying Elias, not you. That is the rules and you know it, or is that you could not bear to see your sister have a life that you want. You can flaunt that you have do not have choices all you want, but we both know the truth. As a matter of fact, that is what you have been doing. You chose to enter this relationship with me. You chose to lay in bed and spread your legs, and you did not dawdle your time spreading mine. You chose to break my heart now when we could have ended this six months ago. You chose to string me along like toy for six months.”

The fire has engulfed every part of you with no signs of stopping. Your words continue to flow from your mouth with ease, “I should have known this would end badly. but Hetty please know that one day you are going to wake up and realize that you are nothing more than his wife. No longer the boisterous Hetty who charms the room, or the Hetty who is fun. You’ll just be Hetty, Elias the robber barons wife. The conniving, womanizers wife. And when that empty feeling eats at you, just know that I told you so. When you think about where it all went wrong I want you to think back on this moment. You chose this.”

You laugh bitterly to yourself, “I guess it beats being Hetty the lover or Hetty the friend or better yet Hetty the sappho,” You say angrily. 

A crack sounds through the air, and you feel a sting cross your cheek. You place your hand where it stings, and tears well up in your eyes. Hetty’s heart hammers in her chest. She did not mean for it to go this far, she would have never thought to lay a hand on you. Hetty began to feel cornered by your words. Your very truthful words. Hetty looks just as shocked as you are before she tries reaching out for you. She feels her chest crack open as you step back. 

Before you can get too far from Hetty, you see Elias coming down the stairs with a group of people behind him. 

“This cannot be happening right now,” You say under your breath. Your head dips low before coming back up with a mask of indifference. 

“Hetty, I have been looking all over for you,” Elias says once he reaches her. He looks over to you and nods in acknowledgement, and you do the same. You feel your heart begin to pound wildly in your chest as you watch Elias take Hetty’s hand and kneel to the ground. You watch Hetty glance at you and she notices your eyes are trained to her hand. 

“Hetty will you do me the honour of being my wife?” Elias asks with no hesitation. Hetty knows that this sweet act Elias is putting on is only for show for those who are watching. You feel as if all the air has been knocked from your chest. You already know the answer that Hetty will give, and you feel as if you are dying inside. The only thing keeping you from going cold is the raging fire within. Hetty does not delay in answering, and is surprised when Elias kisses her. You hear the cheers of everyone that came to watch the proposal, and you quickly fix your face to match their excitement. You try to leave to go back inside, but Hetty’s hand stops you. You look up to her, and you see a pleading look in her eyes. 

“Elias would you mind if I talked with my friend for a moment? I promise I’ll send your fiance your way when we are finished,” You say trying to disguise my loathing under a tone of sweetness.

“Of course,” Elias says adjusting his suit jacket. He turns on his heel and follows everyone else inside. Once they are inside, you turn to Hetty.

“What is it Hetty? Do you want to me see your ring sparkle in the moonlight? Do you want to giggle like schoolgirls over your upcoming nuptials?” Your tone quickly change from sweet to biting. 

“Please, I do not want to argue anymore,” Hetty pleads tries to interlock your fingers but you pull your hand away. 

“Hetty you do not know what you want, and I am not going to wait around for you to figure it out. Maybe you are right to end things between us, but I also should have had a say. Good night Hetty. Go find your fiance,” You say turning on your heel and entering the party. 

“Y/n…” Hetty says but she is so overwhelmed she does not know what else to say. 

“Good luck, Baroness,” You say walking away for good.

1893

You sit in your office at your desk looking at your blank stationary paper. As an author you rarely found yourself at a loss for words, at least not until now. You had received Hetty’s letter a week ago, and you had told yourself you were not going to read it. After reading it, you told yourself you were not going to respond. Now as you sit in your office chair pen in hand to write a response, you wonder why you are giving yourself such grief over a woman who broke your heart almost twenty years ago.

Caving in you finally push away from your desk, and walk towards the telephone. You take a deep breath as you pick up the receiver and dial the number Hetty had left in her letter. 

Once the call is connected you hear a now mature familiar voice say “Woodstone residence, Henrietta speaking.”

“I told you so,” You say releasing the breath you had been holding.

Hetty knew your voice instantly, and felt years of emotions bubble to the surface. Hetty could barely rejoice that you had telephoned before the line went dead leaving Hetty speechless and alone.

-END-

A/N: It took all of me to not give this a happy ending. Let me know your thoughts in the comments! Ciao

[away-ward]

A completely random, self-indulgent thought based on a snippet from our conversation about Damon's character... But I'm now really curious about how you'd rank the DN boys based on their attractiveness levels in canon. Personally, I always saw Damon as the most physically attractive, even if he's not my favourite, just because the context in DN points to Damon being very handsome. Though a personal headcanon is that I always saw his looks as close to a dark, fallen angel rather than classically rugged handsomeness.

i actually never had them ranked but saw them as being attractive for different reasons or features. That's why the idea of ranking them took me by surprise! So, this isn't my official ranking, but more of what features I think of when I think of them.

I see Kai as the more classically handsome, with his clean hair cut and mixed features. He sticks out the most because of his Japanese features, which draws a lot of attention. We know his mom is gorgeous, and that he got some features from her, such as his lips and smile. He's swoon-worthy, for sure.

Speaking of smiles, Will's got the best one, hands down. His smile makes you smile and you don't even know why. I do picture him having dreamy green eyes, which probably goes a long way. He's attractive, but somewhere between boyish and handsome. In the first chapter of NF, Emory mentions his scruffiness. Because of this, I headcanon he looks much younger when he's clean shaven, leaning in those boyish features, and more handsome when he's growing a beard.

Michael is the most average, with brown hair and hazel eyes. Still, there's something about him that is still captivating. Obviously being attractive, he meets the typical standards of facial symmetry, having good skin, and being naturally athletic which keeps him in good health. However, I think most of what makes Michael attractive is what's behind his eyes. It's unspoken, just something about him, and I think people wouldn't be able to put their finger one why exactly they're drawn to him other than his features. That and he's the tallest at 6'4, which wins him points regardless of what his face looks like. His good looks are a bonus.

Like you, I see Damon as not being the typical rugged handsome type. There's something about him that's slightly off, and yet. . . What sticks out right now is that part of the bonus scene from Michael's section, where he comments that the longer Damon makes them wait, the more they want him. Sometimes I wonder if Damon really is that attractive or if people are building him up in their minds (keeping in mind that I see most of their peers as being above average in terms of attractiveness, just on the basis that they're all rich and can afford the best of the best. That goes a long way in being considered physically attractive). Regardless, Damon's undoubtedly, undeniably the most captivating to look at and watch. All the appeal of a dark, fallen angel, as you said. Whether he's the most "attractive", I think most are attracted to him for one reason or another, even if their personal preference is one of the other three.

I think a lot of it is influenced by personal preference. But like you said, Damon's probably the most attractive even though he's not your favorite. To me, I wondered how the other girls felt about them. You have girls like Arion, who clearly had a thing for Damon, but probably would have settled for one of the others if they'd given her a chance. But were their girls who were only interested in one of them and none of the others, even if they could admit they were good looking. There had to be, right?

Sorry I can't give you my official ranking. I agree that Damon is made out to be the most attractive, but I have no idea where the other three would land. All four are tied in my head.

Thanks for the question though! I'll be interested in hearing your answers if you feel like sharing!

-Ko