#THEY LOOK SO SMALL HERE TOO THEY MUST BE PROTECT ‼️‼️‼️

[starrrcane]

The Underworld Beneath Piltover chapter two: Unspoken Bonds

sevika x reader

Takes place in pre-season one

summary: After a couple of weeks of working with silcos men, you’re tired, one specific night you go home and hear them talking about you in the corridor. And sevika does not like the way they are talking about you.

warnings:drunk men being creepy towards you(don’t worry sevika is your knight in shining armor) and alcohol

notes: Please don’t forget this is taking place before season one‼️ maybe I could’ve split this into two separate chapters🤷🏽‍♀️ who knows, chapter one and chapter two were only posted so close to each other cause this has just been sitting in my notes. P.S this is supposed to be pre-season one!!

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As the days passed, you fell into a rhythm of sorts in the Undercity. You worked tirelessly, patching up the injuries of Silco’s men—bruises, burns, cuts, and broken bones—but there was one person who never seemed to need your help: Sevika. She was always around, yet never injured. She stood on the periphery, watching as you worked with her men, but when it came to her own wounds, she refused your care. It became almost a ritual, this unspoken distance between you and her.

The others, however, were a different story. They’d come in, grinning with all their bravado, eager for your attention. You’d fix them up with quiet professionalism, trying to ignore the constant leers and comments, but it was hard. It was hard because their words, their glances, were a constant reminder that in the eyes of many in the Undercity, you were just another object to be used, a healer with nothing more to offer than your hands and your beauty. The men would speak freely, their voices loud and crude, commenting on how "good" you looked, how they'd love to see more of you, how soft your hands must be...

It made your skin crawl, but you never let it show. You didn’t have the luxury of reacting. You needed to do your job, needed to stay focused.

One night, after a particularly long shift, you found yourself at home, exhausted and alone. The distant noise of the Undercity hummed through your window, but you found no comfort in the quiet. Instead, you were stuck replaying the words of the men. The crude remarks, the way their eyes lingered far too long.

It wasn’t until later that night, when you heard shouting from down the hall, that you realized the bar—the Last Drop—was packed with Silco’s crew. They’d been celebrating some small victory, and the noise spilled out into the hall like a river of chaos. But then, you caught the unmistakable sound of Sevika’s voice rising above the others. It was sharp, commanding—louder than you’d ever heard her before.

“Knock it off," she snapped, the tension in her voice unmistakable. "You think she’s just here for your damn amusement? She’s here to help, not for you to ogle. Keep your mouths shut."

It was the first time you had ever heard Sevika lose her composure. Her voice, usually cold and unflappable, trembled with an anger that was both surprising and—if you were honest—comforting. For the first time, you realized something: Sevika wasn’t indifferent to you. She just... didn’t know how to show it. She was the wall that everyone leaned on in the Undercity, but she hadn’t built the capacity to rely on anyone else. Not until now.

The men muttered, some laughing nervously, others too drunk to care, but Sevika’s command had silenced them. You could hear her footsteps as she approached the door to the bar, her voice cutting through the remaining laughter. She muttered something else you couldn’t quite catch, and then there was silence.

The shift in the air lingered, and you couldn’t help but feel something stir in your chest. It was a strange mix of emotions—gratitude, confusion, and an undeniable pull toward the woman who had always kept her distance. Yet, in that moment, Sevika had done something rare: she'd protected you in her own way, not through words, but through her actions.

You didn’t know where this would go, but you were starting to realize that whatever it was, it wouldn’t be easy. And maybe... maybe that was what made it so compelling.

As the last of the laughter died down, the faint echoes of clinking glass and rowdy shouts drifting off into the night, you stepped into the corridor, your fingers still numb from the long hours spent tending to the wounded. The noise from the Last Drop had only gotten louder, but the thudding of your heartbeat was what kept your thoughts focused. You had barely processed what had just happened when the sound of footsteps from further down the hall drew your attention.

Sevika was alone, standing still at the end of the corridor, her eyes narrowed in your direction. There was no one else with her now—no men, no rowdy backup. Just her. The tension between you seemed to hang heavier in the air than before, the weight of her intervention earlier not fully sinking in until now. Her usually impassive gaze softened, the fierceness that had commanded the room earlier replaced by something unreadable.

You stood there for a moment, unsure whether to stay where you were or to approach her. The quiet seemed to wrap itself around you both, heavy with unspoken words. Finally, you stepped forward, a quiet sigh escaping your lips as you pulled your door open.

“Sevika,” you began, your voice barely more than a whisper. “I just… wanted to say thank you.”

Her gaze flickered to you, and then she looked away, as though suddenly uncomfortable under your attention.

“It’s whatever,” she muttered, her voice rougher than usual. “Don’t make a big deal out of it.” She shifted on her feet, clearly wanting to brush off the moment. But there was an edge to her words—something that betrayed the mask she tried to wear. "I’m not doing it for you."

You didn’t know whether to believe her or not, but you nodded, taking her words at face value. She didn’t seem like the type to wear a facade for long, and even though she was trying to make light of it, the way she'd stood up for you—no one else had ever done that. Not here.

“Well, thanks anyway,” you said, the warmth of the words surprising even you. “I appreciate it.”

Her shoulders stiffened for a moment, and she gave a short nod before turning away. Her retreating footsteps echoed down the hall, but the sting of the silence seemed to carry her presence with you still.

The next day at work, it felt like things had shifted in a way you couldn’t fully understand. The usual crude remarks from the others—loud and persistent as ever—seemed to bounce off you in a way they hadn’t before. And though Sevika remained as stoic as ever, you noticed a few lingering glances. One of those, when your paths crossed near the supply room, made your heart skip a beat.

You’d brought something with you that day. A bottle you’d managed to find tucked away in a dim corner of the bar. Old Deloux scotch—an obscure but highly sought-after bottle that everyone in the Undercity had heard about but few had actually seen. You knew it was a rare treat, and you’d caught Sevika eyeing it in the past, her face betraying the barest trace of longing when she mentioned it.

You slid the bottle across the counter toward her when she was in the middle of patching up a man with a nasty burn.

“Here,” you said, offering the bottle like an unspoken truce. “For you. I know you’ve been wanting to try this.”

Her brow furrowed, but she didn’t hesitate to take it, her fingers brushing yours just long enough for you to notice how unexpectedly warm they felt. She glanced at the label, her lips curling into something of an appreciative smirk.

“Where’d you get this?” Sevika’s voice was low, curious, the edges of her usual tough exterior softening.

You leaned back, crossing your arms and giving her a sly smile. “Well, being from Piltover has its advantages,” you said, leaning in just enough for the words to sink in.

She chuckled—a low, almost begrudging sound that was as rare as it was unexpected. “Always full of surprises, aren’t you?” she muttered, but there was something almost... grateful in her tone.

“You owe me nothing,” you said, your words laced with a quiet challenge. “But I figured you could use a bit of a break.”

Her gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, and then, with a nod, she uncorked the bottle. "Don’t expect me to share," she said, but the playful glint in her eyes made it clear she wasn’t as serious as her words suggested.

For a moment, you could almost forget the tension, the lines between you, the things left unsaid. For just a moment, it felt like a step toward something uncharted, something unspoken, something rare.

And maybe, just maybe, it would be worth exploring—whatever it was.

[aikaterini-drag]

Chapter 19 Unravelled

Warnings (this chapter): MINORS DON’T INTERACT‼️, Explicit Sexual Content, Fluff, First Time, Emotional Sex, Protective Bucky, Soft Bucky Barnes.

Find more chapters of the "Fading Scars" Series here ♡

"James, that's enough hugging. Let me go," she chuckled playfully, trying to wriggle out of his tight embrace.

"I can't leave you. I must make up for the time we spent apart," he said, and to prove his point, held her a little closer.

"All these months apart... have you been doing alright?"

He mustered a weak smile. "As okay as I could. I'm a super soldier, you don't have to worry about me."

"No, you are Sergeant Barnes—foolish, reckless and stubborn." A single tear escaped her eye, and she quickly brushed it away, resting her head against his chest.

"Oh, Grace..." Gently, he tilted her chin up, his fingers caressing her cheeks.

"Don't 'Grace me'," she muttered, her voice quivering with restrained sobs.

"Then don't cry."

"I'll do what I want."

"Anything else but crying," he said. He couldn't stand the sight of her crying. It broke his heart.

"James..." she said, a blush creeping up her neck and cheeks.

"Don't 'James me'," he teased with a soft kiss on her lips.

"You're like a never-ending headache," she muttered, lightly play-punching his chest.

"I'm sorry. A thousand times sorry."

"Sorry for what exactly? For leaving? Or for hiding the past?"

"What?"

"I remember, James. I remember it all. I know that you were the one who saved me the day my mother was killed," she said, her voice laden with raw emotion

"H... how..." he stammered, mouth agape. "When did this happen? How did you—"

"It just happened." She sighed. "Why did you hide the truth from me?"

"Because I didn't want to bring back painful memories you had chosen to forget," he explained. "The pain, the anguish... it wouldn't do you any good if you recalled them."

"Well, things have changed now... I give you my word that I'll do better from now on."

A small smile tugged at her lips. "I'll hold you to that, James. No more secrets between us."

"No more secrets."

"Thank you for saving me," she said, her fingers tracing the contours of his face tenderly. "You've always been my protector."

"No. Thank you," he said and reached to hold her hand with his good one, squeezing it tightly in assurance. "For some reason, you triggered me. You always do."

You are my world... he thoughtbut kept this thought to himself.He stayed silent for a few moments, mustering the courage to say what was troubling him lately. And she sensed his inner turmoil. She could practically hear the gears turning in his head.

"What's wrong?"

"If I ever..." His throat constricted as he tried to talk. "If I were ever to... lose control again if my mind were to be manipulated, I'm afraid of what I might become. I need you to promise me something."

"What is it?"

"If I'm brainwashed, I might need some time to return to normal. Or none at all. I might lose it, Grace." She tried to speak, but he cupped her face, determined to get his point across. "Promise me that if it ever comes to that, you won't hesitate to defend yourself. Even if it means using force against me.

Her face contorted. "James, I can't—"

"If I ever get too close, you can use any weapon against me."

"I won't need to." She inhaled a sharp breath and looked up at him. "We'll work together from now on. There's a lot to do because this time, I plan to be the one to protect you."

His eyes crinkled. "What do you mean?"

"You'll find out in a matter of seconds."

His worry only seemed to deepen. "Now you've got me even more curious."

She dismissed his obvious concern and explained, "I came here today to retrieve some of my mother's belongings. I knew I couldn't do it alone, so Tony agreed to help and keep me safe."

Not a wise move. Hydra was there. It was sheer luck that we managed to locate you," he remarked, a tense edge to his tone. "What if they had captured you? What if..." he trailed off, his unspoken fears hanging heavy in the air.

"I'd do it all over again," she replied, drawing a widened look of disbelief from him.

Nothing will ever be worth losing you, he thought, tense and sentimental.

"I understand these were your mother's belongings, but even so—"

"Not just any belongings," she said and gestured toward to suitcase. "What Tony retrieved from that building is a priceless treasure."

"The suitcase?" James asked blankly. He knew, from his days as The Winter Soldier, that Felicity Landon was a remarkable scientist, and perhaps the only person to have challenged Hydra. But he was never given any details, as usual.

"Inside the case lies the cure against Hydra's most powerful weapon." She paused and fondled his temples. "Brainwashing."

"Impossible..." His voice trailed off, a mixture of disbelief and hope warring within him.

"That's impossible..."

"Trust me. This is the real thing. My mother confided this secret to me, and only to me." She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his lips sweetly. "Let's find the others and sort things out as soon as possible. Are you ready?"

"Wait," he said, his arms coming around her, pressing her breasts to his chest.

"What— hmm..."

The rest of her words dissolved under the gentle pressure of his lips against hers. His kiss was unhurried, a testament to his patience and the depth of his emotions. Fingers brushed a tendril of her caramel hair behind her ear, the touch both comforting and electrifying. His other arm encircled her with deliberate care, the intimacy arousing a sense of security and longing.

She melted against him, her own arms finding their way around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss intensified. A deliciously sweet moan left her when his tongue traced the seam of her mouth before delving inside. She fitted herself in the cradle of his thighs, his hard bulge swelling and enlarging.

"We—we...I...I need to behave," he rasped, even as her teeth grazed sinfully along his jawline.

"And I say... let's go to my quarters."

"If we do that, I'll lose all semblance of restraint," he protested even as desire flared in his eyes.

"Sometimes it's okay to follow your impulses," she cut him off and leaned up to meet his fiery stare. Warm brown met bright blue and she knew, she knew that there was no going back.

They trudged through the narrow aircraft corridors with Grace clinging to him, her lips tracing tender paths on his cheeks and then his mouth. Once inside her room, James locked the door and set aside the suitcase. They collapsed on the bed with him squeezing her down on the mattress. His wide shoulders formed a protective curve around her, his arms enveloping her protectively.

Grace smiled at him, perfectly content and comfortable with the silk sheets brushing against her back. She was impossibly aroused, a deep red blush coloring her neck, sweet essence leaking from her center. Their mouths melded together, tongues intertwining in a sensual dance, bodies feverish with the need to release.

"Ah... Grace... I'm... " he drew back, but she clutched his vest and pushed him back down.

"Shh... stay here, Sergeant." She took his fleshly hand and laid atop her beating heart. "I missed you. I missed having you close."

"I couldn't sleep knowing you weren't close to me," he whispered, his lips pressing a loving kiss against the spot above her heart. He had missed her scent, her softness. Only she felt so good. She was a soft place of relief and safety. Home.

With this thought, he leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue thrusting into her mouth. She provoked him and nipped at his lips, catching the flesh of his bottom lip between her teeth. He moaned and guided his fingers to remove her clothes. She did the same and tugged at his outfit until there was nothing left but a thin strip of air separating their naked bodies.

"Grace..." he rasped, their heavy breathing mingling as he devoured her lips.

"James.... mnn...need you inside me."

Her voice was barely above a whisper, and her words startled him to the core. She sent him a sultry gaze from beneath her lashes, and he immediately gripped the sheets with both hands, torn between restraint and desire. She was warm and inviting, in every way, doing nothing to help him gain his composure.

"Slow... we must—"

"We must make up for the time we missed," she countered, her hands tracing the contours of his sculpted chest and strong shoulders.

"Do you really want me to touch you?" he drawled as her lips peppered kisses across his jaw.

"I do. Don't you want this?"

"I want this with all my heart," he murmured in her ear.

"Then stop holding back."

"It's..." he sighed. "It's not that simple. It's been so long since I've done this and—"

"So what? You know I've never slept with another man—"

"Are you saying these wonderful things on purpose?"

"I'm only speaking the truth," she smiled, sending a startling jolt through his heart.

He kissed her roughly, eliciting a moan from her sweet lips. "You're seducing me, little temptress."

"Please... making love to another is simple."

"I'm far from simple. I'm a super soldier. I'm not normal. What if—"

"You won't lose control," she said and closed her hands over his cock, rubbing circles on the leaking head. "You'll never hurt me. I trust you. Completely."

He growled, her touch driving him mad with longing. "At the slightest sign of discomfort, you tell me. I will stop. Understood?"

"Hmm... I promise."

At her confession, he could no longer think. He rocked eagerly into her hand, his cock filling further. Drawing back on his haunches, he admired the splendid view. She looked so beautiful, her body porcelain soft yet flushed with marks of his kisses. Her thighs lay parted on either side of his legs, exposing pink pussy lips and glistening wetness. Her breasts swayed gently with each breath, her back arching towards him, calling him to her.

James accepted the invitation,  pressing his right hand against her mound while his lips brushed hungrily over her breasts. He took each nipple between his lips and suckled gently, moaning softly at the taste of her. Her stomach somersaulted at the double sensations, shivering at the feel of his metal fingers, cold and hard as they played with the petals of her womanhood.

He wanted to kiss her. Taste her.

Moistening his lips, he trailed one fleshly finger across the seam of her pussy, then rubbed across the sensitive bud on top. Meanwhile, his mechanic hand teased her breasts with utter care, the coldness of the metal causing shivers to travel through her. He planted a sweet kiss on her folds and drove one thick finger inside her, her surprised moan causing him to stop.

"Too much?" He watched her with his face painted with worry. "I can stop if—"

"No, please don't. Keep going," she begged softly.

"Is it good?" he whispered as he slowly resumed thrusting his finger, studying her every expression closely.

"Hmmm... feels amazing."

Raising her hips up, he rested each leg over his shoulders, opening her up to him. Then he devoured her in earnest, the tip of his nose nudging her clit as his finger stretched her walls. With a desperate whine, she forked her fingers through his hair and gyrated her waist, buckling against his sinful mouth and finger.

Moist-sucking noises resounded through the room, his metal hand settled comfortingly over her stomach. She shuddered when a second digit joined in. The intrusion was strange at first, but she quickly stretched around and accepted. He was touching her so expertly, desire coursing through her.

"Oh... James... I'm—"

Her words ended abruptly, white-hot fires lighting up inside her. It was a wonderful sensation; her body was so hot and before she could stop it, it shattered into a million pieces. She cried out his name and came undone, her chest rising and falling with shuddering breaths. He swallowed her moans, giving her a taste of her sweet and spicy essence.

The head his cock fell hard and heavy over her stomach, the head leaking pre-cum in her belly bottom. She wrapped her arms around his neck, legs draping over his thighs as his swollen shaft came to rest against her folds. He teased her without penetrating, his hardness glistening with her juices. She attempted to get the head inside her, but his palms held her steady.

She shuddered. "Mnn... Please... want you."

"Trust me... I'll get there. I want you so much."

With a low growl deep within his chest, he kissed her, softly, tenderly, and at the same time, he slowly eased the tip inside, raw and pulsating, his lips never leaving hers. She moaned in his mouth at the initial breach, pleasure and pain mixing together. He pushed his hips forward, filling her up inch by inch. Molten pools of blue peered at her when he buried himself to the hilt, surrounded by her in every sense.

Her breath hitched at the incredible fullness and her hands scrambled over his biceps, clawing at him. The pain of the burn and stretch slowly faded and got replaced by liquid heat. Strangled moans followed from both of them as he drew his hips back, watching the delicate lips as they tried to suck him back in. When he noticed the streaks of blood around his shaft, he froze, his face pale.

"Please don't hate me. Please, please..." he pleaded, kissing lightly all around her face.

"James Bucky Barnes," she said, fondling his cheeks. "I could never hate you. Never."

"Should I stop? I hurt you."

"No. You are so sweet and gentle." She traced his lips with her fingers, basking in the sensation of having him so deep inside her. "I'm not hurting. I need to feel more of you. Please."

The faith he saw there convinced him and he slowly moved his hips, claiming her body. A soundtrack of pleas and wet kisses played out as their bodies collided. She squirmed and answered his thrusts, feeling every delicious ridge of him, tendrils of rapture coiling. She sensed his fleshly fingers teasing her folds, exploring the stretched area as they moved together as one. When his fingertips circled around her clit, she shifted restlessly, seeing stars at the combined ministrations.

"That's it, sweetness. You're almost there. Let go, come for me. You're so warm, so perfect and soft."

In an instant, an electric sensation coursed through her body, igniting a fierce and uncontrollable convulsion. She clamped around his cock, hard and dug her fingers into his back, exquisite ecstasy washing over her. She squeezed his throbbing cock like a vice, and he continued to push into her, hitting her sweet spot over and over again.

When the first tremors of release rippled through him, he pulled all the way out and pumped his cock in his fist, spilling himself onto her belly. Her eyes, though hazy and misty from bliss, never left him as he touched himself. He panted violently and she brought her fingers to thread through his hair and caress him lovingly.

When he came back to reality, he stood still above her, gazing at her glowing face and twinkling eyes. The fact that she had trusted him and given him her first time... he couldn't fathom how fortunate he was. Finally, some positivity and sweetness had crept into his life, proving to him that dreams did come true.

Grace committed the beauty of their union to memory, her lips stretched in a blissful smile. She moaned in contempt when he settled beside her, slipping his right hand under her head to cradle her close. She curled into him and nuzzled her nose in the crook of his neck while he placed a loving and tender kiss into the crown of her hair.

"This was dreamy," she said, fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on the smooth expanse of his chest.

James lifted her chin and met her gaze. "Are you sure I didn't hurt you?"

"Do you have to ask?" She half-laughed. "I practically melted in your arms."

"You did. You're right. I'm a fool."

"It's to be expected. You've had little practice."

"Is that irony I detect in your tone?"

"Perhaps just a touch..." she teased, tracing her fingers over his cheekbones. "I am eager to help you practice the art of lovemaking."

A mischievous spark gleamed in his eyes. "That’s… a tempting proposition."

"So... you accept?"

"Do you have to ask?" he said, kissing her sensually on the lips.

[queentala]

Oh hey, (i'm sorry if my english is a shit, english is not my first language) you can do a imagine of Lorcan Salvaterre x f!reader? I like him and i never find one imagine of him.

Thank youuu ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Note: I’m sorry for all those who requested smuts but it was NNN and ya know... Plus because of school I don’t even have time to sleep so probably I won’t post much before the Christmas break. But I’m answering to all of your requests. It’s taking me long but I’ll do it, I swear <3 And for now here you have Lorcan x reader 8k words long roller coaster.

‼️Important info: I rewrote the last scene as I came to the conclusion my first draft was kinda unreal and too sweet. I mean, don’t worry it’s still fluff but 500 words longer. So go and read it

Death and Mist

Lorcan Salvaterre x f!reader

Summary: from two children meeting in a dark alley of Doranelle through 500 years of friendship and hate to... see yourself

Warnings: mention of sex and rape, tortures, blood, few swears, trauma

Words: 7952

Note: spoilers for KoA!!!; this is au where Maeve is captured and overthrown by Doranelle without participation of Aelin. Just the cadre.

The night was chilly but beautiful. Bright stars and full moon illuminated your way as you wander through the city. You wrapped your thin coat tighter around your body when you felt shivers again. Your clothes were worn out and bit too small as you grow taller lately, definitely not enough to protect you from upcoming winters’ cold. The constant rumbling of your stomach didn't helped either. All stores were closed because of some holiday so you hadn’t had a chance to steal anything to eat. All those days without food slowly began to make themselves felt and seen because you felt like you were about to pass out at any moment and your ribs were more visible than usual. 

You passed one of dark streets of Doranelle when smell of blood hit your nose. Your hand immediately wandered to the old dagger hidden under your cloak. Closing your eyes you reached for your power which you still learned to control. Power old and mysterious but fascinating, that allowed you to completely vanish, become impalpable and move around without revealing your presence.  A gray mist appeared around your legs and started fawning at them like a cat, comforting and guarding you at once. You melted into it. Suddenly your body had no longer weight or any form. No limits. Of course you still felt your legs and arms and everything else. You could walk, run, move things and talk but no one was able to acknowledge your presence. 

Despite being invisible your steps were very careful and quiet as if somebody might hear you. Delving further down the alley you heard little grunts of pain. Turning the corner you saw a young boy. He was about thirteen or fourteen, definitely around your age. His black hair was dirty and neglected and so were his clothes. Your eyes wandered to his lifted shirt and awful wound on his stomach. It was coated with dried blood mixed with dust. From experience you knew this cannot end up well.

You started walking towards the boy. Usually you stayed away from literally everybody but seeing him struggling with the wound that might be deadly if not cleaned and provided you decided to go out of your comfort zone.

“Can I help you somehow?” you asked, standing few steps away from the boy. Your voice was quiet and soft but confident. His scent hit your nose and you realized he is only half Fae.

What the heck are you doing in Doranelle, city where only pure-bloods Faes are allowed?! How are you still alive?

The mysterious boy immediately grabbed his own dagger and started looking around in all directions with confusion written in his onyx eyes. That’s when you realized you are still wrapped in your mist. With one thought you let it slide off your body to your feet, revealing your presence. With the fog billowing around you, skinny face and messy hair you must have looked like a spectrum because the boy’s dark skin turned paler as he slightly moved away from you.

“Sorry, I didn’t meant to scare you.” You looked down with sad frown and apologetic smile. “I just wanted to help... Your wound needs to be cleaned and prov...”

“I’m good.” You were interrupted. You lifted your eyes and looked at the boy sitting against the wall, staring at you with angry and annoyed look. “Go away.”

For a moment you truly thought about turning around and walking away but something in your head were telling you to help this stubborn child. Instead taking a step back you took a step forward. Kneeling down beside black haired boy you took out of your bag clean cloth and a bottle of water. The demi-Fae opened his mouth to protest but you already started cleaning his ripped skin. Using your magic you managed to quicken the healing and bandaged his wound with some material you had in your bag.

“At least now you won’t die from infection.” You stood up and crossed your arms over your chest. The boy just sat there, blankly staring at the broken lantern in front of him. Feeling you won’t even get a “thank you”, you started walking away but were stopped by the boy’s words.

“You look like a skeleton... I have some food.” You looked over your shoulder and crossed your eyes with the onyx ones. The boy pulled out half a loaf of bread out of his bag and nodded for you to sit beside him. So you did. What else you had to do anyways?

You ate in silence for a few minutes, surrounded only by moonlight, your mist and sounds of the sleeping city.

“Thank you” you said finishing your food. It wasn’t much but enough for you to feel better. The boy still kept silent so clearly you were supposed to keep this conversation going. “What are you doing here?”

“My mother is dead. My father is an asshole. Basically, I’m trying to survive.” his voice was raspy, with no emotions. The boy looked into your eyes and you smiled sadly.

“Well... it might be easier if you had someone by your side, you know.” He raised one of his eyebrows and shoot you a look that was saying “are you stupid or dumb” but quickly you added: “You need somebody to take care of your wounds because you clearly lack those skills.”

“Okay, but if you get lost, I’m not even searching for you.” Your new comrade sighed and rested his head against the wall closing his eyes.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.” You said and closed your eyes as well.

“Lorcan.”

***

“Hey! Look what I got!” You ran into the abandoned cottage that you and Lorcan used as your hideaway lately. It was small and old but properly insulated so it was enough. Plus there was forest not far away where you could hunt and train and a lake from where you had clear water.

A twenty-few years old, tall demi-Fae was cleaning his blades out of blood in the kitchen. So he was hunting. Or killing somebody but you didn’t really cared. His eyes wandered to your happy face and a small smile appeared on his face as well - a rare miracle that happened only when you were around. You put two big boxes you just got in front of him. Lorcan put down his knife and looked inside them. A sparkle in his eyes appeared when he saw all those food, clothes, weapon and purses with golden coins.

“How did you get it?!” Surprise in his voice made your smile even bigger. Lorcan looked through your new property with disbelief on his face.

“I have my ways.” You waved your hand and took a strawberry out of the basket with fruits.

“You’re amazing!”

The way Lorcan looked at you made you proud. Through those few last years you grew closer saving each other’s asses and wandering around the country together. You helped each other go through the Settling and learn how to control and use your magic that turned out to be much more powerful than you expected in both cases. After few years the two of you discovered that you’re carranam what made you even more powerful. By helping this stubborn kid in a dark alley few years ago you earned a true best friend. You perfectly remembered the words Lorcan said to you that night. Okay, but if you get lost, I’m not even searching for you. Now you knew that if you went missing he would tear the world apart to find you. And you would do the same for him.

“I have to tell you something” Lorcan said turning his eyes towards you, his face turning impossibly serious, making you worried. You leaned against the wall and prepared yourself for whats to come. “We caught Maeve’s eye...”

Your hands dropped to your sides and face turned pale. If Maeve knew about your actions in Doranelle you will be dead by tomorrow. In fact, it was obvious that sooner or later she would find out about two Faes with strange magic that run around her country causing trouble but when it finally happened...

“She is impressed with our powers and wants us in her army.” Lorcan finished and hearing that you fell to the floor. Your butt ached as you stared at your friend trying to proceed his words.

“Wait wait wait... Maeve. Queen of Doranelle.” Lorcan nodded, amused by your reaction. “She wants us to swear the Blood Oath and serve her as warriors.” One more nod confirming your words. You raised from the floor and threw yourself into Lorcan’s arms. He hesitated for a moment but finally hugged you back. “Oh gods...” you couldn’t believe this. Serving Maeve was the greatest honor possible plus it ensured living in luxury and glory.

“You know that means we have a lot of training ahead of us, and then a lot of wars and battles to fight. Our life will revolve around death.” You stepped away from Lorcan’s arms and looked at his sharp facial features.

“I know but on the other hand, can you imagine yourself as someone else other than warrior? Our powers... We have so much potential Lorcan, we can be legends! Aren’t you tired of living like this?” you pointed to your surroundings. “Besides, you have never shied away from fight or violence. Why are you so uncertain now?”

“I just wouldn’t want to loose you in a battle.” Lorcan walked over to you so you had to rise your head to look into his eyes. Fucking giraffe. “You’re the only person I like and I truly wouldn’t want to endure the shits of this life without you.”

“Aw... You’re cute. Big, scary Lorcan is getting soft” you laughed and one glance at Lorcan’s annoyed face made you laugh even harder.

“I changed my mind. Perish there.” He rolled his eyes but you could see sparkles of joy in them.

“Seriously, Lorcan. I promise we will fight side by side in every battle. And that from every war we go to together, we'll come back together, okay?” your hand traveled down to latch with his. The man only nodded and squeezed your hand. “Great! Now, let’s celebrate the new chapter in our life!” Grabbing one of the purses with golden coins you started pulling Lorcan towards the door. “We’re getting drunk tonight!” You squealed and your best friend chuckled behind you.

***

Just like you suspected, taking the Blood Oath and serving Maeve was one of the best choices in your life so far. The queen ordered to subject the two of you to the toughest training and soon no one could compare to your dexterity and cunning or to Lorcan’s strength and speed. Also you discovered new possibilities of your magic. Not only you could hide in your mist but also travel through it, see things very distant and even sometimes create illusions. It didn’t take long for you and Lorcan to become one of Maeve’s elite warriors alongside with Gavriel and Vaughan who also were above average.

The four of you won war after war, destroyed city after city and made the strongest kingdoms kneel before your queen. At the age of 100 you were already drowning in riches and glory, known all over the world as Spectrum, a phantom bringing death.

Lorcan fell madly in love with Maeve and like a good puppy fulfilled all of her orders what you did use to keep teasing him all the time. You only get out of it alive because Lorcan treated you as a sister. Quickly it turned out that war is his natural habitat and with his gift from Hellas himself, Lorcan Salvaterre became the most feared man on this planet. And the most grumpy at the same time...

“Hey, Mr. Grim Asshole! I’ve heard you had so shitty humor today that even Cairn prefers to avoid you so here I come to bless you with my glorious personality!” You crashed into Lorcan’s chambers in your silky night clothes and with two bottles of wine in hand.

“If I were you, I also would avoid me.” Your best friend was sitting on the couch with legs stretched out on a table, head thrown back and eyes closed. He didn’t even bother to look at you when you sat by his side, passing him one of the bottles.

“You know I like to risk my life” Lorcan cracked an eye open and took wine from you. On one breath he drank a third of its contents. You stared at him with pursed lips. “Yup, you really have shitty day.” You knew there’s no use in asking him what’s wrong, he’ll tell you if he wants to. Opening your bottle you made yourself more comfortable on the couch and drank in comforting silence.

It didn’t last long as the warrior finished his bottle within seconds and sighed deeply. And then happened something you would never expect. Lorcan laid down on the couch with his head in your lap.

He never was a person who liked physical contacts other than sex and surely he never showed affection towards anybody. Even with you he limited himself to “arm over shoulder” or when you haven’t seen each other for a long time he would shortly hug you but nothing more (and let’s pay attention to the fact that you were the person he was the most affectionate with). That’s why seeing Lorcan like this... so ejected... made your heart ache.

“I told Maeve about my feelings and offered her an affair” he said quietly and you only sighed. No more explanation was needed as you perfectly knew how it ended. Putting your bottle down, you started running your fingers through Lorcan’s black hair, trying to give him as much comfort possible without crossing his limits. “You’re not going to say anything?” he asked, opening his eyes and looking up at you.

“What do you want me to say...? You know I think romance is not worth all this effort.” Your nails delicately scratched the warrior’s scalp what he clearly enjoyed cause his eyes closed once again and his tensed muscles relaxed.

“Oh yeah? And what about this blonde dude you’ve been seeing lately?” Small smirk appeared on Lorcan’s lips what made you also smile.

“Turns out he’s awfully narcissistic. Plus he doesn’t satisfies me in bed.”

“From what I’ve heard, other women don’t complain about him. So hard to please you?”

“Well, it’s not my fault that I’m always horny child and kinky motherfucker!” At those words both of you erupted with loud laugh.

Lorcan still laid with his head nuzzled into your lap for a long time. Playing with his hair you wondered when was the last time he had experienced love and affection. Or maybe it was his first one? 

His breath was calm and steady, for a moment you thought he drifted away when he spoke quietly. “Thank you.”

“For what?” you asked, your eyes heavy as you studied his calm, handsome face. 

“For being there for me.”

“I will always be there for you. No matter what.”

***

“Y/N betrayed me. She betrayed us all.” Maeve spoke as she stormed into the meeting room. Her steps were fast and furious, black robes fluttered behind her, making Maeve look as if she was surrounded by shadows.

Lorcan stood still on his place, not quite understanding his queen’s words. You would never betray anybody, especially your Queen and country. Especially HIM! After all, he saw you at breakfast in the great hall yesterday smiling and laughing with other warriors like always. Besides, how did you betrayed Maeve? You’re bloodsworn to her, it’s impossible to even plot against her and even more so to deceive her. What did you do?!

“I don’t understand. What do you mean Y/N betrayed?” Rowan was the only one who spoke as everybody else were too surprised to do so. Lorcan suspected they can’t believe in their friend’s betrayal either.

“Several of my powerful and very valuable books had been stolen, Y/N’s treasury was emptied of a great amount of money, a lot of her things disappeared alongside with herself. I sent ten spies after her. All of them are dead.” Maeve’s knuckles turned white from gripping the edge of the table so hard. “She doesn’t react on commands I send her through the Blood Oath and because of her goddamn powers no one can track this little bitch down!” she finished with a furious scream, sending wall of darkness behind her causing all windows to shatter.

No one dared to say anything. Not even Gavriel, who always tried to smooth things over. The four warriors just sat there, hoping for it to be just a sick dream. They all loved and treated you like a sister. You were the only one Vaughan spared no words to. The only one that could make Gavriel chill out and laugh. Despite knowing Rowan for only half a century you two protected each other like siblings. And Lorcan... You were the only one he loved. His best friend, his sister, his carranam. The only woman he never looked at in a sexual way. The friend that had his back in every battle. The person he could always count on, no matter time, place or circumstances. You were his safe place. And now... you left him with nothing.

“What are we doing about her?” The silence was broken by Vaughan. Someone had to ask this question but no one wanted to hear the answer. If Maeve order them to track Y/N down and kill her...

“You do nothing.” Maeve dropped into a chair. “I will figure it out how to get to her but you stay out of this.” Wave of a hand meant the meeting is over. The four warriors turned to leave the room when their Queen spoke once more. “Y/N was one of the best. Better find me a worthy replacement for her.”

It took a long time for Lorcan to accept this information. And when he finally did, he went furious.

How could you do this to him?! How could you left him without a word, betray him?! After all those centuries together... Did it all really meant nothing to you? He showed you the part of his soul no one other had seen. He let you care for him and he really cared for you! And when he finally started to let you more and more into his heart, into the part he could never accept and always denied, you destroyed everything in one day. Lorcan wanted to hate you. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t. He lost his only ray of light, so if he can’t hate you, he will hate everyone else.

Every single time he went to war, Lorcan turned to his right where you should have stand only to see Gavriel or Vaughan or Rowan. Balls hosted by Maeve weren’t the same without you, glowing in your dress and looking like a goddess. Long adventures felt boring when you wasn’t riding by his side. Every time he passed the couch in his chambers he saw your smiling face and felt your loving touch. Oh how perfectly he remembered that night. How much he wanted to stay in your embrace forever. The morning after when he woke up in the same position and saw you sleeping above him and realized he wouldn’t mind this view every morning for the rest of his life.

Nightmares woke him up at nights. Most often you were tortured, screaming for a dear life when your captors subjected you to such horrible tortures that even Lorcan had never heard of them. Sometimes you just sat or laid there, all destroyed and exhausted and he had to watch you slowly dying. Other nights the heartless warrior once more experienced all of his best memories with you, the ones where he was truly happy. He’d see you laughing and smiling... because of him, filling his heart with pleasant warmth but then you were ripped away from him and he was left clod and alone.

During those nights he would pull out of the deepest parts of his wardrobe your shirt which he stole from your chambers after your betrayal. With his nose buried into the material that slowly started to loose your scent Lorcan stared blankly at the ceiling, trying to chase away those awful dreams.

But if he only knew they were real...

***

Maeve was a Valg.

One time during searching for information about strange creatures that terrorized Doranelle’s mountains you came across chapter devoted to demons called Valgs. Being pretty curious person you started reading about them and soon you reached out for more books like this, getting fixed in more and more. 

Everyone always told you that you’re very clever girl. And they were right, of course. Connecting dots in your head, the conclusions came to your mind. Dark magic, life much longer than any other Fae’s, all those legends... Maeve was a Valg. Queen of Valgs even.

Knowledge is a weapon, that’s true but it can also be the end of a person. One look into your mind and she knew that you know. The moment a wall of darkness slammed into you, you were sure that you won’t see light ever again.

Sometimes you screamed when your bones were being broken, your skin ripped off, body burned and pierced or stretched. Sometimes you just accepted what they have done to you. There were nights when men that tortured you came to your cell but with other intentions. Maeve accepted it. Indeed, it was even she who offered it to them. “She wouldn’t want to refuse any pleasure to always horny child and kinky motherfucker” as she said.

She didn’t wanted to kill you. Your magic was too valuable to be wasted. You still served her as a spy but from the cell as your power allowed you to see things anywhere you wanted, no matter where you were. Maeve kept you here because it would be too risky to have you on freedom. Not cause you would reveal her secret, you were bloodsworn to her, you couldn’t even if you wanted to. But beacuse someone might pull it out of you against your will. Tortures were meant to weaken you and your mental health. Your magic was powerful and clever so if not them, you could have escaped. Maeve discovered this when one night you were so furious you almost broke the oath. Since then you wore iron spikes pierced through your hands to limit your power, folded and melted on both sides so no one could take them off.

Somedays Maeve visited you and told you stories of what your friends did and the wars they had won. Of course, she was telling you this while watching you being tortured but she never really minded (you could tell by the plates with snacks by her side).

And so the days passed. Then months. And years. Decades. Centuries. Or maybe just days...? At the begging you didn’t wanted to scream. Thanks to your training and experience you lasted very long without even the quietest grunt. But then you realized you’re never getting free. Nothing had a point anymore so you just broke, screaming at the top of your lungs. Praying to gods to send someone to get you out of here. To let Lorcan find you. Lorcan. Lorcan, Lorcan, Lorcan...

“Yesterday your mate brought three ladies to his bed, can you believe it? I have to admit they all were very pretty.” Maeve leaned back on golden-black couch and took a sip from her glass, enjoying the influence that this one unique word has on you.

The pool of your blood painted white marble floor dark red. The whole cell was made of dazzlingly bright stone. Crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting light on the walls and making your eyes ache. The shrill scream echoed through the chamber again as another muscle in your thigh was suddenly severed, the sharp blade making its way to your bone and scratching it. You would probably vomit because of this feeling if you had anything in your stomach.

“What a shame you can’t experience the feeling of sleeping with Lorcan. The whole Doranelle agrees that he is a sex god.” The queen stood up and slowly walked toward the altar to which you were chained, avoiding the fresh blood on the floor. “But don’t worry my dear, I made sure to get you company for the evening.” Her pale hand caressed your wet cheek, making you flinch. Maeve smiled ominously at that and turned to the warrior torturing you. “Don’t forget about the other leg.” she motioned with her chin to your untouched yet left thigh. “And maybe I'll go whip Lorcan. In fact, I haven't done it for a long time...” Dreamed Maeve as if she was making a Yulemas gift list.

“No...Please, no.” you managed to choke out the three words between your sobs. It was quiet and hopeless, but your instinct screamed at you to do anything to protect Lorcan, even if it meant begging Maeve.

When she first told you that your childhood best friend is in fact your mate, you were sure the queen is just playing with you. You have always loved Lorcan but only like a brother and never more. But then one night Maeve brought to the chamber one of her magic mirrors; the one that allowed to see things happening somewhere else. In it you saw HIM, tied to the lashing pole, already shirtless and sweaty. And when the whip landed on his back, when the drops of his blood splashed the floor and low grunt of pain left his mouth, you had felt it. His pain, his emotions, his existence. A bridge began to form in your soul. The one that meant to connect your life with his. You started running over it. Run towards Lorcan, desiring at all costs to help him and free him from the pain to which the queen whom he so blindly loved had condemned to but... it stopped midway. You were standing in the middle of the chasm, staring at the black, cold shadows on the other side that had no idea you are there. You felt him. You knew. But he didn’t.

Since that moment, torturing Lorcan and making you watch became Maeve’s favorite entertainment. Every time you begged her to stop hurting him for your sake. To torture you more instead. You knew it won’t work anyway. She will whip him to make you suffer even more but mostly important - because she can. Because she is a heartless monster.

“Oh, come on! Little pain never killed anybody.” Maeve leaned over your face and her devilish smile got even wider. “Besides, Lorcan will bear everything I tell him to. You know why?” Her hot breath tickled your ear, making all your still not teared muscles tense in a defensive way. “Because your mate, loves me, not you.” She straightened herself and nodded at the black haired warrior that looked like Lorcan so so much. “Don’t worry, I will let you watch. See you soon my dear!” Maeve chirped and left the chamber that was your cell for the rest of eternity.

Another screams of pain left your mouth as the man moved to your left leg and started skinning it with sparkles of madness in his eyes.

***

“Okay, I was at Mistward today and Emrys had told me few interesting stories.” Fenrys walked into the training area with his usual smirk, making Lorcan and Connall roll their eyes. “Can someone tell me who the heck was Y/N and why I haven’t heard of her?”

At the name of his former friend Lorcan tensed. The name he tried to forget but never could.

“She was a two-faced bitch and you haven’t heard of her because you’re a moron” Lorcan snarled with anger and throw another dagger at the training dummy.

“You’re an asshole that’s a fact but you definitely have to work on your taunts because they suck.” White Wolf crossed his arms and smiled proudly to himself. “That rhymed, heh. But really, what happened? I’ve heard that this Y/N or Spectrum, as someone prefers, was a nice chick. Did she really killed off the whole castle with only one knife? I mean kill few people with a knife is nothing special but few hundreds is a fuc...” Fenrys felt silent as the dagger Lorcan had in his hand a second ago flew past his head.

With four big steps the dark warrior stood in front of the wolf, holding him by his neck. “Listen you little shit. Say one more word about her and you can say goodbye to your pretty face. Y/N was the best of the bests but turns out she also was a fake bitch. You’re here only because she betrayed our queen and she needed replacement but still you’ll always be her poor imitation so don’t you even dare to say her name.” Lorcan’s words were full of venom and hate that even the sly smirk disappeared from Fenrys’ face.

Lorcan let go of his neck and started walking towards the castle with anger strongly felt in his scent.

“Did he love her?” Asked Connall when Lorcan had disappeared from their sight.

“Bold of you to assume this fucker can feel emotions like this” Fenrys rolled his eyes and took his bow and arrows.

“Y/N and Lorcan grew up together on the streets of Doranelle. They had only each other.” Spoke Gavriel who were cleaning his swords. “She was the only person Lorcan cared about. He loved her that’s for sure but he loved her much more than he wanted to admit.”

“By the pain in his eyes I would say he still does.” Fenrys sighed and shoot the first arrow.

***

Maeve was dead. The White Wolf killed her himself. Not without a reason of course. Turns out the queen Lorcan served for almost five hundreds years was a monster from the other world. Rumors spread quickly so it had only taken two days for the whole Doranelle to turn against her. So... She’s dead. And Lorcan had no idea what to do with this fact.

Sellene Whitethorn took the throne few days later. She was cunning, strong, smart and devoted. Most definitely she will be a good queen. That’s why Lorcan didn’t hesitated much before swearing her the Blood Oath. After all he was swearing to protect his country, his home.

Days and weeks passed, various changes came into force as the whole court helped cleaning up Maeve’s mess she had left behind. Together with the rest of his cadre, Lorcan sat in the meeting room discussing new setting of the guards in the palace and the city with his new queen when two warriors came in.

“Your Majesty.” Said one bowing in front of white-haired female. Behind him the other man held one of Maeve’s old spies. “I think you would like to see this.” Sellene stood up slowly with uncertainty but curiosity in her green eyes and motioned the man to lead.

They all went deeper and deeper into the dungeons, until finally Lorcan realized that he had no idea that such a places in the castle existed. They passed corner after corner, constantly delving deeper into dark corridors until they stood in front of big iron doors. Lorcan’s magic stepped back as he pushed them open. Behind them he saw a short corridor with two iron gates on the right and two on the left.

“What the hell is this place?” Fenrys asked in wonder as he scanned the high ceiling.

“A private prison where Maeve kept people she hadn’t even told us about.” Answered the lion. His hands wandered on the iron door surface before pushing them open.

“Three of them are empty” said one of the two warriors that discovered this place. “But the second on the left... Sealed for good. We have no idea how to open them.”

Lorcan walked towards said door. There was no lock or handle, just flat iron. His magic hid even deeper whispering to its owner to step back but something was telling Lorcan to open those doors. That inside is something important.

The dark warrior closed his eyes and focused, thinking of all the ways he could get inside. Maybe it was Hellas, maybe other god or maybe something else but in front of his eyes he saw a mark. His hand absentmindedly took the knife he had strapped to his thigh and cut his palm. Lorcan felt everyone’s eyes on himself as he soaked his finger in blood and started drawing the mark on door.

When he finished, the mark started glowing and the sound of the doors unlocking could be heard. Behind him as always stood Gavriel and Rowan with swords ready. Lorcan also took his sword in hand but dropped it as soon as he pushed the door open.

A huge hall made entirely of marble could have been beautiful if not the blood covering half of the floor and walls or multiple torture machines and instruments all over the room. Wait a moment... This blood. This smell.

Lorcan’s eyes landed on curled up figure chained to the wall. His heartbeat stopped when he saw the state she’s in. Skin and bones, there was no fat nor meat or muscles on her. She was left naked in this cold, stone cell, her skin having very unhealthy color. And all those wounds...

“Y/N...” It was a cry of relief and fear. Lorcan ran to your side within seconds, sounds of dropped swords and footsteps meant that his friends did the same.

He wanted to touch you, to scoop you into his arms and never let go. He wanted to protect you with his whole existence from everything and everybody. But as soon as his fingertips met your skin you kicked and flinched, fear immediately appearing in your scent. Little whimper of pain left your dried throat as even the slightest move caused you an unbelievable pain.

“Y/N/N, hey. It’s me, Lorcan. Hey, you know I would never hurt you” he whispered when you started to shake. Lorcan had no idea if it’s because of cold or fear but the sight broke his heart. Not once you two were tortured, not once other kingdoms wanted to get information out of you and held you both for weeks. Every single time you laughed at their faces when your body was being destroyed, not even a quiet grunt leaving your mouth while Lorcan and other warriors roared from pain. And now...

What the hell did they do to you...?

Your stomach was ripped, from left leg bits of bone were sticking out, several spikes were stuck in your right thigh, both hands pierced and wrists broken. Every wound was already infected.

“Get healers and blankets, immediately!” Lorcan shout not even bothering to look behind. Quickly he broke the chains that pinned you to the wall and took off his jacked, wrapping it around your shoulders and bringing you to his chest.

“No! No, no, no, please, no!” You started screaming when his hands touched you, kicking, wriggling, doing anything to break free from yours captor’s grip.

“Shhh, It’s me, just me. I won’t hurt you, Y/N, I promise on everything on this fucking planet I would never hurt you.” Lorcan’s voice and soft kisses placed on your forehead made you calm down a little as you sobbed into his shirt, still shaking from fear. One look down and he knew that the dried blood between your thighs weren’t from your period. It’s not the torture that broke you. Tears started escaping from Lorcan’s eyes as well when he hold you onto dear life, listening to your weak heartbeat and shallow breath.

And then he felt you. Saw you at the edge of the bridge that stopped midway over the big chasm. You were sitting with your head hidden between your knees, naked and wounded... The bond - the bridge was brittle and unstable, ready to collapse any moment and send you straight into the darkness. Without any thinking Lorcan sent every drop of his magic to you, building his part of the bridge, running towards you faster than ever. The shadows from his side of the chasm and mist from your side started flowing towards each other, mixing and blending, surrounding the two of you as Lorcan’s soul held yours, guarding you from the fall.

The Lion of Doranelle keeled beside his friends, his hands already glowing with white light. At first Lorcan growled, his instinct taking control over him. He was ready to kill anyone that came near you. But then he realized Gavriel is the only person he would trust fully to take care of you so he let him touch you. Again you started wriggling and screaming when Gavriel’s hands landed on your body but Lorcan was there to comfort you.

Soon few other healers ran into the room and started taking care of your most serious wounds so you could be transported to the castle without making anymore damage to your health. After a while you blacked out but your breath and heartbeat were steady and that’s the only thing Lorcan cared about.

When he carried you wrapped in three blankets up to his chambers he once more looked at your cell.

147 years. She was tortured for 147 years.

***

Everything ached. Every single inch of your body burned as you tried to open your eyes. The room was dark, only few candles lightened the walls. Heavy duvets and furs covered your chilled body from toes to chin, finally warming you up after years in cold cell.

Breathing in the scent you recognized immediately in who’s chambers you’re laying, after all you spent here so many nights compiling war strategies or complaining about your day and people that piss you off, sometimes laughing and joking with bottle of vine in hand and few times even babysitting Lorcan after he got way too drunk after won war. This place gave you so many amazing memories and now, after decades under lock and key and millions of hopeless nights you were here again. Everything were just like you remembered it.

Tears filled your eyes as you couldn’t believe it’s real. It was probably another of Maeve’s illusions yet it felt so real... so comforting and warm. No. She was doing it on purpose. In few moments you’re going to wake up in your cell and again get tortured the whole day, having in your mind the image of comfort you’d never feel again.

You squeezed your eyes shut and let tears wet your cheeks, preparing yourself for brutal reality to hit you when hoarse voice called your name; voice you could listen to for eternity. Turning your head you met beautiful black eyes in which danced reflections of the little flames from candles, making them look hypnotizing. Your lower lip quivered and more salty droplets of water fell on the pillow when you realized it’s not a dream. Broad hand moved to your cheek to wipe the tears but backed when you flinched under it’s touch, your breath become quicker and you felt a wave of fear creeping on you.

“It’s okay” the voice usually rough and serious was now soft and calming. “No one will hurt you, you’re safe now.” To confirm the words you felt little impulse through the matting bond.

“No” you whispered, your voice was dry and quiet. Shaking your head you repeated “no.” You wanted to wake up. Before you could believe it’s real, before it starts hurting too much. “You’re not real. It’s a dream.” Hopeless sobs left your mouth as you started fully crying. “It’s just an illusion.”

“Y/N look at me” Lorcan cupped your face, this time not letting go when you flinched but stroking his thumbs over your cheeks until you calmed down. Doing as he asked you aimed your eyes at his handsome face that you dreamed of almost every time. He had more scars, pale line crossed his left eyebrow leaving small cut what you found sexy, he also had dark circles under his eyes and in his dark orbs you noticed worry. “I’m here” he whispered. “I am with you and I won’t let anybody ever change this, I promise.”

“Lorcan.” You pulled lightly at the matting bond and chocked out a small laugh when he pulled back. Suddenly you realized it’s real. This time tears of happiness and relief fell from your eyes and you nuzzled your face into Lorcan’s hand. You best friend, your brother, your carranam, your mate. “You found me.”

Tears rolled down on both your faces as you stared into each others eyes. “I love you.” It was a whisper so quiet not even gods could hear it. “I have always loved you, Y/N. Even if I never wanted to acknowledge this fact, it was always you.” Lorcan’s words made your heart stop for a moment. “I don’t deserve you. I will never deserve you. Not after hating you for all those years while you were tortured right under my nose. But I promise you, I promise on everything on this planet, I will always protect you. No matter if you accept me as your mate or not, I will guard you from any harm with my life. Nothing will ever hurt you again.”

You tried to move your hand slowly under the covers towards your mate. Little whine left your mouth when you tried to raise it. Lorcan understood what you wanted to do and connected his other hand with your little palm, bringing it to his lips he placed several little kisses on its top. His lips against your skin were warm and enjoyable, the action made you feel safe. During the decades in cell you learned to hate men’s lips and hands on your body but when Lorcan touched you you found out how starved of a loving touch you were.

“Only the thought that maybe one day I’ll be able to see you again kept me sane down there” swallowing hard you slowly moved your hand from his lips to his cheek. By the way you noticed that where iron spikes were once embedded, now only pale scars remain. “I won’t make it without you...” you whispered at what Lorcan smiled gently.

“Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you. Ever.” Soft lips placed kiss on your forehead. Then one at the tip of your nose. Lorcan pulled away slightly to look deep into your eyes, asking you for permission. You smiled weakly but it was a happy smile. Your mate leaned down and connected his lips with yours, filling you with pleasant warmth. It was short and light but when he pulled away big smile lightened his face what made him appear younger and less scary. Another sight reserved only for you.

It was obvious you will flinch at even the slightest touch for a long time yet. Trauma doesn’t go away in one day and what happened in the dungeons will be reflected in your psyche forever but… Lorcan brought you comfort and calmness, feeling of safety. Maybe one day you’ll be able to function normally again.

You wanted to sit up but when when you tensed your weak muscles unbelievable pain shoot through your body making you whine. Lorcan immediately went on protective mode.

“Don’t move”  he laid you down and stroked your hair trying to comfort you.

“Almost all of your muscles and sinews were ripped, most of your bones were broken. Healers patched you up as much as they could but still there’s a lot of recovery before you.” The only answer from you was a low grunt. “I’ll go get healers. And something to eat, you must be starving. I can order to make you whatever you feel like. What would you want? Hot chocolate? I’ll get you hot chocolate, you always loved it.” Lorcan moved to stand up and leave but you grabbed his hand pulled slightly.

“Don’t go.” The quiet please was almost shy as if you weren’t sure if he wants to stay.

“I’ll be right ba-”

“Don’t go.”

Lorcan smiled softly at your flushed and scared at once face. “Okay.” He sat down on the chair standing next to the bed but you pulled his hand once again. He shot you questioning look but you only repeated your action.

Carefully as not to scare you Lorcan sat on the bed and lied down next to you. When he made sure you’re okay with his moves he dropped his one arm around you and delicately brought you closer to him. Still laying on your back you shifted your weight on the right side, groaning quietly but relaxing when pain stopped after few seconds. Nuzzling your head closer to your mate you closed your eyes but then you remembered one more thing.

Gray-white mist appeared on the bedroom floor and started climbing on Lorcan’s bed, dancing around the two of you and covering you like a blanked. Your mate smiled down at you and seconds later black wind and shadows joined your mist and started to mix with it as if Lorcan’s magic missed yours.

Finally after one and a half century of tortures you felt comfort, your mate’s embrace and two ancient powers dancing with each other made your eyes close. Your mist settled on you ready to hide the two of you from the world. Lorcan’s deadly wind floated around the room ready to aim and rip life out of anyone that could endanger his precious mate.

Your breath got steady and rhythmic, body relaxed and melted into warm furs and features softened. Lorcan laid by your side for almost an hour after you fell asleep, admiring your little snores that were probably caused by your nose being broken. He tried to find a strength to move from the bed and go order you food so you could eat when you wake up but the fact that you were with him again, nay, now you were his, made him stay, too afraid you’d disappear if he left you. So he laid there, stroking your hair and imagining the future you two could create. Together. As mates.

[sonianvmd]

thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★

makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

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i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

[k0kichiimagines]

Fluffy dating hc's with Nagito and Kokichi (separately?)

THE BEST BOYS ‼️ hope you enjoy ~

- mod kokichi !

Dating Headcanons with Nagito and Kokichi

CW: none !

____

NAGITO KOMEADA

I think we can ALL agree this man is touch starved,

but this is nagito he won't touch you unless you tell him you want him to,, which case he's clung to you, telling himself its because you want him too

he tried to remember everything you want and buy it for you! however sometimes he forgets and buys you something of a similar sounding name

sometimes its small enough: coffee -> toffee etc, othertimes,,,well, its the thought that counts?

he'll look really proud of himself too when he gives it too you poor guy,, tell him gently pls

lots of compliments!! he loves telling you how amazing you are,, especially if you have a low self-esteem he doesnt want you to get like him

if you compliment him back you know what im gonna say, he'll deny it and youre going to have to be stubborn or kiss him to get him stop

he most definitely doesnt do it now to make you kiss him, 100% no be would never

no like i mentioned before: very clingy,, like he's constantly holding your hands and etc

he has no boundaries with PDAs im not even joking, he's so happy you want to be seen with him and is more than happy to go as far as you want

he has the most tender kisses,, like the first few times he's a bit shaky and nervous, and theyre not romance book perfect, but theyre sincere, and he gains confidence with time

even if theyre most passionate or whatever theres still this hesitance to them, like he fears this time he'll wake to find you're a dream, or this time you'll push him away

you'll catch him just looking at you with this lovesick expression,, you don't notice it all the time but everytime he thinks of you or looks at you its the same expression,,

in conclusion: he loves you <3

KOKICHI OMA

Yknow how i said nagito doesnt care about the level of pda? yeah this guys worse

(before i say anything if youre uncomfy with this level in any sense he would definitely stop! anyways!)

he WILL randomly come up to you and just bury himself in you arms, no matter if youre only a bit taller or shorter

he will also kiss you. randomly. in front of others. youre talking to someone? doesnt care suprise kiss time. on the bus? same thing

HAND HOLDING! or just the little fingers, he'll grab it and swing his arm slightly

piggy back rides are a must, and he will just jump on your back

equally he'll come and pick you up, again doesnt care if you're busy or not you're being carried!

a lot of his kisses are very quick pecks, the longer ones are saved for when he's more open if that makes sense, late nights or times he feels more open with emotions,, he gets more comfortable with them more often as your relationship progresses

cuddling! he does love being the little spoon, or being like face to face but honestly? he likes protecting you, either with you on his chest or him to your back,, D.I.C.E may be a few pranksters but theyve been in some dangerous situations, and he wants to feel like youre protected from the world

but also when he's had a rough day he wants to be held tbh,

heres another simp with a lovestruck face every two seconds-

youre not safe from teasing, but a lot of it is a lot more toned down

! however! youre both pranking everyone else, he likes to pretend he's some big super villian and this is stage one to world domination, and you're his favourite side kick helping him

he will buy you things that have a lot of thought tbh,, like if he gets you flowers chances are he's looked up the meanings and etc,

complimenting him gets him flustered but he will NEVER admit it-

will happily compliment you, bonus if you get flustered he won't stop

okay but kokichi is actually really soft with his s/o, he drops his act a bit and is a lot more gentle and honest,, it takes a lot for him to get like that but he loves and trusts you <3

[peanutbuttaz]

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[sigyn-foxyposts]

So ive decided to post some of my stories on here as well! :,)

Like the tooth fairy one, someone out there must have seen at some point. 😭 But instead of giving you the doc ill post it here and hope its good! I dont do this often, since i share it with people im close with. So please enjoy. I tried making it a little less boring! ✨

Quote: "This is a one time thing"

‼️Trigger Warnings: Mention of someone's death, small suggestive theme (of someone changing, but it's very innocent and does not have anything explicit!)‼️

Loki🧡

Sigyn💚

Angrboda💙

After Angrboda's passing, no one knew where she had ended up. Angrboda was just barely recognized when spoken about, either as a ugly old hag, a witch that finally met her well deserved end! Or as Loki's three monstrous children's, dear old mother. But that was all, for a very long time too. Sometimes even her name was forgotten, which in it all was terribly tragic. As those who did know her, knew she was a woman skilled in many things, from using magic, to preparing for a good battle. She wasn't afraid of anything, not until that day where she would have met her end.

That's what most would say, those who still held this information. It was told by her old tribe, those of the iron woods. The giantesses whose children were that of wolves. Who even after centuries still looked up to Angrboda's image and told the tales of things she had gone through. But sadly, no one knew what the ending was, at least they wouldn't know. Because Loki did. Loki, the god who Angrboda was known to treasure more than her own weapons, cold and silver. Either she had wrapped him around her finger, or perhaps it was even the opposite? No one could truly tell who had charmed who…but nor the ending to her story, unless it was Loki himself. 

But the trickster was very secretive when it came to just this.. 

Now a spirit, a ghost roaming the 9 realms at her own command, Angrboda was at last, no longer in that horrid uncomfortable earth grave she had slept in for eons. No, now she was gaining back her unused muscles as she updates herself on her family, definitely very different from when she last was a part of it. She always watched over them, protecting them however she possibly could. Which is what led her to suddenly be taking a liking to some of them, like her own children all grown up, the new additions, but especially to Sigyn, Loki's second wife. I mean as Angrboda caught up she found out that she was very loved and respected by Sigyn. 

Much to her own surprisement and confusion. Now Angrboda really didn't hold a grudge against Loki for finding someone new, as Sigyn really took care of him! But not Sigyn either, she was really caring and kind. Reminding Angrboda that was sorta like her, but instead of caring and kind, she was brave and protective. But why respect someone when you've never spoken before? Well that was surely about to somewhat change for the ghostly spirit today.

🌾🌹🌾🌹🌾🌹🌾🌹🌾🌹🌾🌹🌾🌹🌾

As always in Asgard the goddesses had tasks to fulfil much like the Gods themselves, as they all lived in a shared community where they took turns taking care of what gave them shelter, food and clothes. But today was Sigyn's turn to clean the stables of their wonderful horse friends, a job everyone never got excited to be chosen to do next. Angrboda who had decided to follow Sigyn around today could tell: Sigyn wasn't going to enjoy this. With both having disgust on their faces. Angrboda together with Sigyn enter the stables 

"Ugh, despite being a ghost here, I really get chills just thinking about what it might smell like up in here" Angrboda comments to herself, looking around as Sigyn also looks, waving happily at the horses and goes to greet them. 

"Well..here we are! Someone had to do it right guys?" Sigyn sighs to herself, as she pets Sleipnir's snout gently before putting her hands on her hips in an enthusiastic manner, putting on a brave face. Sleipnir and the other horses neigh happily in the background and trott their hooves on the ground, at Sigyn's determination. Angrboda cheers as well, floating around in the background, clapping like the horses with their hooves. 

"That's the spirit hun! Woo- hey wait a minute..is that little Sleipnir, boy?!" The ghost lady floats over to Sleipnir chuckling happily, glad to see him as well. But still wondering why he wasn't at the family home. 

Angrboda not expecting the horse with its many legs to then jump slightly back, away from her because to her surprise, Sleipnir sees her! 

"Woah boy! Calm down dear!" Sigyn comforts Sleipnir, confused at his sudden scare. Angrboda backs away. 

"oops! Sorry about that, but can you see me?!". Sleipnir finally calms down, standing on all 8 of his legs again as Sigyn gives his face a little bit of rubs and scratches here and there. Once Sigyn felt safe enough that Sleipnir wouldn't jump around again, she goes away to check on the other horses. Sleipnir nodded at Angrboda's question, "Oh my boy..I missed you!" She too comes over to Sleipnir now, petting his snout a little. She has missed him a lot. 

"There and there! Okay before cleaning, I must change up a bit. Can't be wearing my usual clothes in here" Sigyn exclaims, before moving away from obvious sight into a corner in the stable where she couldn't really be seen. Angrboda, who really was just looking around, heard this and slightly freaked out! 

"Change!? Why Here!!" Angrboda blushes slightly, Sleipnir laughs at Angrboda's reaction. The giantess turned to face the horse "Ha ha! Very funny, just like your mother," she rolls her eyes, "laughing at how people react to things they personally find funny" Angrboda jokes, crossing her arms while looking at the 8 legged horse, smirking at him. He just gives her a clever look and turns away, confused, she too turns but back and is reminded of what was going to happen. 

"Gah! Wait what if someone sees you, not to forget it's dirty here in the first place!!" Angrboda expresses knowing very well her efforts wouldn't be heard, it's not like Sleipnir would do anything anyways. Not being able to stop the goddess, she does what she needs to do to get the job done. She tightens her loose braid before she undid the brooch on the straps of her dress. So she could remove her green overdress, which is already slightly dirty at the end of the skirt from all the walking she had been doing today.

 Angrboda, who tried to look away, but even if she wanted to turn now she couldn't. Her eyes almost glued to the blonde short lady. She ended up covering her eyes with her hands, which was somewhat effective. 

But even after fighting for control and winning, she was curious and really thought she would see something she shouldn't, but instead she was met with Sigyn now in her undergarments, that was just another dress she wore under the main dress, but slightly shorter at her feet, reaching just over her knees and that of greyish white colour. Angrboda slowly takes her fingers apart to just check and really it wasn't that bad. 

"Phew.. '' Angrboda sighs, relieved. 

Until Sigyn tucks the undergarments into the pants she wore underneath everything. 

"Oh my, why is she so..cute?!" Angrboda screeches into her hands, her face very flushed, now Sigyn did so her form was more easy to actually make out. 

Angrboda could see Sigyn's shape and cute curves slightly better now and she absolutely adored this woman. Once Sigyn is done she proudly folds her dress and puts it somewhere safe. Sleipnir while Sigyn starts cleaning, knowing she's distracted bursts out laughing at Angrboda. She slowly sits down on the ground, still floating over the ground curling into a ball, making some weird ghost screeching sound. "I return, see you again after SO long and you repay by laughing at me" Angrboda says, staying in this pose for most of the time until Sigyn was almost done. Then after some time a sudden knock was heard at the entrance of the stable, making both Angrboda and Sigyn look up. 

"Guess who~" a familiar voice spoke, someone's narrow and long hand now tapping, waiting for a response. "Couldn't possibly be my partner lurking around now, could it?" Sigyn smirks looking at the hand, only for Loki to then pop his head out. "AH! And there you are now!" Angrboda almost fell on her back, shouldn't she have known by now Loki tends to do that. He waves happily to his wife and son before stepping in, Sleipnir neighs happily to see his mom again!

"I decided to pay you two a visit, especially you darling, since you know..got the stinky job this time! What a shame really" Loki laughs, handing Sleipnir a fresh apple which he noms on happily. Sigyn just shook her head trying not to smile at this dork.

"Oh no you aren't going to stand here and tease her, help her out why don't you!'' Angrboda chuckles, remembering she used to do the exact same thing but to him instead. She gets up and floats over to a broom that was chilling against a wall, knocking it over, hitting Loki. "Oops~" Angrboda teases, almost forgetting Loki can't actually hear her. "Ow! Rude very much..wind?" Loki grabs the broom that had hit and fallen on him, Sigyn giggles to herself. "I think the quote on quote, wind, wants you to help your poor wife here" Sigyn now teases back. "Tell him!" Angrboda shouts proudly, now laughing loudly to herself. 

This was very much enjoyable! Loki keeping his wide grin on like when he first popped into the stable, grabs Sigyn broom and takes it away from her. "Ah-! Excuse you, this isn't helping!" Sigyn tries to grab it back but to no avail.

"You're done here anyways!..shorty" Loki mumbles that last sentence, Angrboda covers her mouth, this was intense "did he just say that?" She looks at Sleipnir, who wasn't even listening, still enjoying that apple. With wide eyes the horse looks around and shakes his head, wagging his tail. 

"Ohoho..don't you think I didn't hear you, poor Hodr might be blind but I'm not deaf" Sigyn shows a slight attitude and gives Loki an evil grin, Loki gasps, not even threatened by this "I'm so proud of you! got that from me~". Angrboda grins and shakes her head, she has had enough of this now, it's time to pull a little trick on her own. Floating over to Sigyn's side, she thinks a bit before managing to push Sigyn gently with the wind but hard enough for it to actually be an actual push, Loki who was perfectly bent over, facing her face imminently receives a kiss much to his and Sigyns own surprises. Sigyn pulls away, eyes wide, both blushing. "T-That was the wind!"

"This is a one time thing.. Right?" Loki asks. 

🪓🪦🪓🪦🪓🪦🪓🪦🪓🪦🪓🪦🪓🪦🪓

[fluffyblaire]

why can’t Hawks refuse?

‼️MANGA SPOILERS‼️

Tootooroo~ 🎺Buckle up, folks, it’s time for a Hawks character analysis! 

Today, we’re going to talk about what kind of person Keigo is, how Keigo reconciles with Hawks, how much of the HPSC is inside of Hawks and how all of that comes together to answer the question: “why can’t Hawks refuse?”

Section I: Keigo

Looking at Keigo as a grown up, it can be hard to tell which of his actions are natural to him and which ones are a result of the HPSC’s upbringing. However, there is one place where we can see what kind of person Keigo is at the very core, before the HPSC or any other major societal institution touched him. 

Exhibit A: “Top heroes have stories about them from their school days. Most of their stories have one thing in common: their bodies moved before they had a chance to think.” —All Might

When Keigo was a kid, he saved this entire family. This is his origin story, the story “from [his] school days” if he had gone to school, the story where “[his] body moved before [he] had a chance to think.” As a child, he saved a family from a disaster, and that should tell you a lot more about his character other than just that he was a very physically capable boy.

Keigo has the heart of a true hero, and he had it long before hero society’s influence reached him. He didn’t need the society around him to tell him to be selfless. He didn’t need the media broadcasting heroics every day to tell him helping people is good. He just does. He lived in the slums and if anything, his environment and thief relative would have taught him the opposite: be selfish, that’s how you survive. But he’s not like that. He gives and gives and doesn’t even stick around for recognition. 

This is who Takami Keigo is and while he will lose and gain layers of personality after the Commission recruits him, the core motivations, values, and emotions that compelled him to save this family do not change.

Section II: Hawks

After the HPSC recruits Keigo, Keigo’s heroic heart begins to blend with the tools and habits the HPSC gives him. Keigo, combined with the Commission’s training, becomes Hawks.

Now, what did the HPSC do to Keigo? I don’t think they physically or emotionally abused him for years—at least not in the conventional sense. If that were the case, I believe we would have gotten the details by now. I do think that Keigo must have suffered and that he was taken advantage of by the adults around him in a very strategic and unethical way. Let’s look at all the things I can dissect about Keigo’s upbringing by the Commission.

Exhibit B: “My back just ain’t broad enough to put the people at ease.” —Hawks

The first thing to note is that baby Keigo had big dreams when he was first recruited.

He wanted to be a shiny hero the likes of Endeavor but when we meet Hawks, one of the first major character depth details we find out about him is that he thinks his own back isn’t enough.

Sometime between when he agreed to the HPSC’s training and when he became the No.2 hero, something in Keigo died. A dream died, and he has accepted that he cannot be like his childhood hero. Comparing himself to Endeavor, Hawks thinks himself inferior in more ways than just power stats.

Keigo knows there is a disconnect between what he wanted to be and what he actually became, but he also knows his role well and still tries his best with it even though it isn’t the one he thought he had been promised when the HPSC recruited him. He is unsatisfied but he still does his best. Why? Because after all these years, the kid who flew straight into an automobile disaster to save an entire family is still there underneath the Commission’s manufactured hero. 

He still wants to protect people who can’t protect themselves; his dissatisfaction with how he achieves that didn’t dampen that spirit. This is why he works his ass off but still seems discontent with himself. His role may not be his ideal one but through it, he can protect people, and that’s enough for him to keep doing his best.

Exhibit C: “A special program... to become a special hero.” —Unknown

The second thing to bring up is that if the Commission did not make Hawks like his role model, what did they make him? 

Keigo just wanted to be a flashy hero that saves people from bad guys. A very simple, honest type of hero. The Commission did give him the skills for that, but they also gave him skills that a simple, honest hero should never need: espionage, acting, lying, manipulation, and who knows what else.

Hawks’ hero education was not the same education the UA kids are getting. In this panel, Hawks narrates as if his “negotiation skills” were a convenient coincidence, but come on. What straight forward, honest hero (like All Might, Endeavor, Miruko—you get the type) would need social manipulation skills? The HPSC knew what they were doing when they selected Hawks’ curriculum, and the material came in handy at last when they assigned him this mission that a simple, honest hero should never have to take on. The HPSC never intended to turn Hawks into a simple, honest hero; they wanted to turn him into a hyper-competent soldier to whom they can assign the hardest, dirtiest work that no ordinary hero would be willing to do. 

Judging by the way he joked about the HPSC’s “proposal,” I am led to believe that Hawks is used to his own feelings and concerns not mattering. People, especially children, do not naturally accept that their wants don’t matter, so what does this tell you about how Hawks was raised?

Exhibit D: My Hero Academia ED7

The third thing I need to talk about is this photo. I think one look at this photo of Keigo from ED7 should tell you something was off with his childhood even after he was taken in by the Commission.

Out of all the photos Bones could have shown of baby Keigo, they chose a photo of him in a hospital gown, blindfolded, surrounded by nameless, faceless men in suits with a chain-linked fence in the background of a cold metal training facility. If you look too quickly, you’d think his hands were tied in front of him because of the way his posture and pose is drawn.

This photo choice alone is enough to submit to me that something unethical was going on when the Commission picked Keigo up, and Horikoshi and the producers of the anime want us to read it as unethical. We are meant to read Hawks as a victim here, but we are given no indication in the story that Hawks thinks of himself as a victim. Once again, I am led to believe that he is accustomed to his own feelings not mattering in the grand scheme of things. He has no expectations of being treated more considerately, so he does not view himself as a victim of anything.

Exhibit E: Lonely Birdie

The fourth thing I want to bring up is Hawks’ lack of human connections. The Commission talked as if he had a family when they picked him up, but there’s no mention of that family when we see Hawks as a pro. He leaves his sidekicks behind. He has a professional, frosty relationship with the HPSC, the people who raised him from childhood. He has no one who is a friend close enough that the question of his civilian name would have even come up. The colleague he trusted most with info on his PLF infiltration was Endeavor who he’d only know in person for a few months.

Hawks can be very likable; his approval rating is high and the common folk love him. He is also very perceptive of and constantly thinking of others. And yet he has no close human connections, and the only explanation I can think of for this is that he distances himself from others either consciously or subconsciously.

This tells me either Keigo had no chances/time to seek out human connections on his own as he grew up or he was discouraged from forming those connections altogether. In either case, I doubt he was shown much affection during his training. He was not treated as if a child adopted into a family; he was treated as a new recruit to be guided and whipped into shape. A lack of human relationships while growing up likely led to his lack of relationships as an adult.

Exhibit F: Guilty Birdie

The fifth thing to note is that Hawks blames himself for anything that is not swift, decisive success. He always moves like he’s running out of time and thinks like he must do everything on his own. 

This mindset is very self-destructive and the consistency with which he repeatedly monologues lines like “think of the citizens/think of Japan/if only you did X” tells me this mindset was something that was drilled into him from the outside. These don’t sound like things you would monologue to yourself to psych yourself up. These sound like things a trainer or coach would tell you repeatedly in order to guilt you into working harder. 

Section III: Why Can’t Hawks Refuse?

Accepting that his own feelings don’t matter, distancing himself from others, using guilt to push himself, etc.—I think these are small habits the HPSC strategically instilled in Hawks through his environment as they raised him. The HPSC had an agenda while raising Hawks, but it’s nothing as dramatic as brainwashing. Instead, the Commission focused on building small and seemingly harmless habits like the ones I’ve noted. These habits can be positive if applied correctly but instead, over the years, they’ve subtly broken down Hawks’ sense of self-love and made him a slave to his own heroic heart.

His own feelings don’t matter when it comes to fulfilling his role, so Hawks will never refuse a mission just because he doesn’t like it. He habitually guilts himself with a reminder of who he is doing everything for—the people—so he’ll always work hard and fast. He distances himself from others, so no one will ever get close enough to him to teach him his human value and change his habits. Take these tendencies and make them second nature to a man whose heart is far too giving, and it’s not hard to see how the Commission trapped Hawks without having to actually trap him.

I don’t think the HPSC is doing anything dark like threatening/blackmailing Hawks. They don’t need to. Hawks can’t refuse their request because, deep down, he is simply too kind. If he is given a chance to save people, he won’t let himself abandon the opportunity. If he can take the burden of a dirty job off of someone else’s shoulders, he will. 

Keigo wasn’t a good hero candidate just because of his Quirk. His nature is too kind, especially to those he doesn’t know, and the Commission saw it from the beginning and took advantage of it. They don’t have to brainwash or leash him. All they had to do was teach him some self-destructive but seemingly heroic habits and those along with Keigo’s innate selflessness are more than enough to keep him focused on his role and unable to flat-out say no to the Commission.

Exhibit G: The Diamond

Lastly, let’s talk about how the diamond on Hawks’ hero costume matches the diamond on the HPSC building. It’s subtle, but I think it means something. It’s subtle just as the HPSC’s influence on Hawks is subtle in the form of small personal habits. The habits the HPSC strategically fostered in Hawks won’t disappear just because he has his own agency now and can carry his career alone. The diamond on Hawks’ chest is like a brand. Once property of the HPSC, always property of the HPSC even in the smallest ways.

In conclusion: If the HPSC wanted to indoctrinate Hawks, they could’ve easily done it, and the Hawks we know today who is skeptical of the HPSC and who observed that a villain could be a good person would not exist. Instead, the Commission knew they could make him independent (therefore, low maintenance) and easy to order around when needed if they went the subtler route: shaping not his values, moral code, or motivations but his internal habits. It’s sneaky, it’s shady, it’s unethical, but it’s kind of brilliant. 

[bones-sprouts]

SELF INDULGENT APOLLO JUSTICE ACE ATTORNEY AU BECAUSE IT BRINGS ME JOY ( SPOILER WARNING ⚠️‼️)

@burnoutandbookworms-ohmy you wanted to be tagged :>

okay so the cast would be as follows

apollo - tommy

phoenix - wilbur

trucy - tubbo

klavier - ranboo (this one's ambitious but hear me out-)

kristoph - dream

ema - techno

lamiroir - kristin

zak - phil (F in chat for mr minecraft 😔)

and then all of the filler characters would be various other smp members (suggestions?)

so then the plot would go as follows (we're bullet pointing this bitch you better run)

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

• so tommy arrives in the courtroom with dream, and he's nervous as hell, because not only is it his first trial

• his client is wilbur fucking soot

• world renouned defense attorney, now disbarred for forging evidence

• but tommy is 110% sure wilbur is innocent

• because wilbur is his HERO

• and then dream introduces them and damn he looks like shit

• i'm talking full pogtopia era get-up, plus a ratty beanie that has wilby painted on it and a crown pin

• so wil spouts the standard cryptic bullshit you'd expect from phoenix

• and tommy does an early smpe earth 'i am so cool and not at all starstruck' type act

• and they head in

• you meet the judge, who i didn't replace bc it's the judge

• tommy does his chords of steel, but with significantly more swearing then apollo would use

• and dream seems to be just a bit off

• and he goes on this big tirade about blue cards

• the case goes smoothly, until

• tommy feels something akin to a burning from the compass he's kept as a necklace for as long as he can remember

• and he just knows that the witness is lying

• it's like he can see the tiniest of tells that tip him off

• dream doesn't quite understand it, but wilbur looks like he knows exactly what's going on

• before he calls this out, though, a recess is called

• wilbur and dream have a chat, so tommy's left to his own devices

• and this boy about his age in a green magician's outfit runs up to him

• and he looks like an older version of the picture of wilbur's kid that he showed off in court beforehand

• and he hands tommy a (bloody??) playing card and poofs away

• then the trial resumes as normal, with tommy grilling the witness and eventually accusing her

• but it just doesn't seem right

• he knows she's not lying about being innocent, her tells would have tipped him off if she was

• but dream pushes and pushes him to formally accuse her

• until wilbur fucking soot interjects with an OBJECTION!

• while tommy geeks the hell out, wilbur asserts that there must have been someone else in the room

• and accuses dream.

• tommy's confused, and the both of them argue back and forth for a bit, until wilbur starts explaining his theory with evidence from tommy along the way

• but it's seeming like they don't have any non circumstancial evidence

• until wilbur has tommy pull out the playing card

• (i haven't been explaining the case but it makes sense i promise)

• they win the case, with dream never faltering or showing emotion, even after being taken away

• tommy's shaken up, but happy, all things considered

• but before he can ponder on what's just happened, wilbur takes him aside to talk

• and admits the card was forged

• tommy's shocked, and he's sad, and he's angry, because how could wilbur fucking soot forge evidence??

• and he punches him in the face

• wil smiles and gives him an offer to work at his office, since tommy's boss is kind of in jail

• tommy leaves

• but he comes back a few months later, only out of desperation

• he's greeted by the boy from the trial (wil's kid?)

• who demands to know his name and his 'talent'

• tommy says he's a lawyer and introduces himself

• the kid says his name is tubbo and that the building hasn't been a law office in a long time

• tommy asks to see wilbur

• so they go to see him

• in the fucking hospital

• he managed to get hit by a car, which sent him flying 40ft back into a telephone pole

• and he sprained his ankle

• he's very lucky apparently

• so from there, cases 2 and 3 play out (i'm gonna skim though these bc if i write them out ill end up rewriting plot points and i don't have the energy)

• along the way, they meet a few interesting people

• ranboo, a prosecutor who's dream's younger brother and the guitarist for a popular band, that tubbo immediately gets along with and tommy despises

• dispite seeming cocky, he's impressively awkward outside of court

• technoblade, a detective who's fairly standoffish towards tommy and tubbo alike, but has a soft spot for wilbur (do they have a history)

• kristin, a singer with a past she can't remember (unbeknownst to tommy, his compass tends to point towards her and tubbo. odd)

also before we move on to the final case, a quick summary of the dynamics and other small shit bc seritonin

• though wil adopted tubbo, they have much more of a sibling dynamic, and cause general mayhem

• wilbur does actually warm up to tommy fairly quickly (beanix and apollo dynamic, my abbhorrent) and while tommy still doesn't 100% trust wil, they do end up getting pretty close as time goes on

• tubbo and ranboo IMMEDIATELY hit it off, much to the dismay of tommy, and the two of them act like the dummy named micheal that tubbo uses for magic tricks is their son

• tommy acts like he hates ranboo's guts, but that won't stop him from trying to sweet talk his way into getting evidence from him (it always works, ranboo has no spine.) he also, like in canon, vents to ranboo whenever he needs to, and ranboo ends up knowing more ab him then even wil and tubbo

• jack is eldoon. they all go to his noodle shop constantly and tommy always complains about them being too salty. jack hates him with a passion but adores tubbo and wil

• instead of snakooos, techno deadass just has entire bags full of raw potatoes that he eats like chips, this is terrifying to everyone except wilbur, who acts like it's completely normal

• instead of pretending to be taken hostage in case 2, tubbo deadass pretends to have a nuke and threatens to set it off unless a recess is called. after things calm down they go back in and he just,, doesn't get arrested. the law is fucked

• after case 1, dream wears a smiley mask in order to not show his face, paranoid that tommy or someone else like him will know his secrets though his tells

okay now final case here we go

• wilbur tells tommy and tubbo that he's been working on a special trial with the jury system, and that he needs them to defend

• they agree, and go to meet the client

• things generally go like any other investigation, but there's just something about it that feels game changing

• and as they power though the first part of the trial, they start to uncover that there might be someone pulling the strings from behind the scenes

• tommy clocks her tell (chewing her nails) and they start to make progress

• but before they can uncover answers from her, she passes out

• a recess is called, and so are paramedics

• it turns out she's ingested the same kind of poison as the victim, coming from her nail polish

• tommy and tubbo are shaken up, and they go to wil for help

• he decides they need to know the full truth, but he knows that some of the evidence is lost at this point

(and holy shit stay with me here i promise that as out of left field this is the original game made significantly less sense)

• he phones a friend that he knows is the only one that can help them

• karl

• he explains the situation, and karl agrees to help them

• and they fucking time travel

(again, the game makes even less sense i promise)

• they chat with the victim and defendant from seven years beforehand, right after wil was disbarred

• they watch the trial wil got disbarred over, where he defended tubbo's bio father, phil

• and they see a much smaller tubbo hand wil the forged evidence, saying that a kind man told him to give it to the man with the bright blue hamilton suit

• and they watch wil present it, only to be shot down by a much younger ranboo, who proves it's fake

• and they find out tubbo and tommy are bio siblings, which they're shocked about but decide to talk about later (fuck canon tommy and tubbo get to know)

• and they go visit dream in prison

• at this point wil is CONVINCED dream is behind everything, they just need the right evidence

• so they head to the cell, only for it to be empty

• naturally, they start snooping

• wil finds a letter, and opens it to reveal exactly what they need to win the case

• but before they can leave, dream, equipped with a smiley mask, stops them

• they exchange a few words before they leave, letterless

• luckily, wil has a trick up his sleeve, and reveals that his crown pin has a built in camera

• they examine the contents of the letter, and wil hastily makes a replica, and they head off to the trial

• since they're experimenting with the jurist system for the first time, they can't afford to wait for the defendant to heal, so they proceed

• they call dream to the stand

• they grill him for quite a while, with the help of ranboo who refuses to protect his brother, getting him to show his true colors, and then pull out the letter

• and he says that it's a fake, which the judge unfortunately agrees with

• so they don't have their evidence

• and even though they've shown pretty much everything and dream had practically admitted to bring a murderous bastard and the one who gave tubbo the fake to give to wil

• they don't have enough to convince a judge

• tommy and tubbo are crushed

• but wil is happy

• because they don't have to convince a judge

• they have to convince a jury

• and they win

• dream shatters along with his mask, going completely off the deep end

• their client is safe, and so is wil

• kristin also reveals to wil that she's tommy and tubbo's bio mom, saying that she'll tell them when she's really

• so things come to a close

• for now, anyway

so yeah, thats AJ but dsmp, to anyone who didn't play the game, i'm so sorry this makes no sense, and to anyone who did, you're cool as hell can we be moots 👉👈

[fandom-meanderer]

Hi! I love so much your writing ‼️ I think you’re the best bai. Can I request a one-shot with a s/o with insomnia who hang out with Dimitri at night please? (Did I explain myself? I’m such a dumbass lol)

YOU’RE NOT A DUMBASS, ANON, YOU EXPLAINED YOURSELF WELL!!!

~

You sat at the foot of Dimitri’s bed, listening to him doze off.

Wouldn’t you rather sleep yourself? No.

And why is that? It’s not like you could, anyways.

But shouldn’t you? Maybe...

But for now, being here is what’s best for you and him.

You and Dimitri had been dating for almost three months now, and everything just seemed better when you two were together. But what you did notice is what happened at night, when you were separated for only a few hours. Who knew that it affected Dimitri so much?

You were no stranger to Dimitri’s nightmares, you knew he had them, it was apparent by the dark circles under his eyes. You knew what the majority of them were about, as he had confided in you about them. They were all of events he had no control over, but he still blamed himself for them, and nothing hurt you more than to hear him say that. The Tragedy of Duscur is one that commonly went to him, but recently, you could tell that either they’ve gotten worse, or he has a new one tormenting him. And tonight, you wanted to get to the bottom of it, so here you were, wide awake, sitting on the floor, with the possible love of your life sleeping above you. You never had a problem with this, really, you had been diagnosed with insomnia at a young age, so this was easy for you, really. You let out a small laugh, Dimitri had actually brought up your lack of ability to sleep the other day. You looked back for a moment to be sure he was really sleeping, and the completely serene expression almost threw you off. Nevertheless, you returned to your book, lit only by the dimming fire in your fingers that you created with a simple spell. You were well a way in and figured that Dimitri was fast asleep. Your hand was already on the door knob when you heard the bed jerk behind you. You whip your head back and saw Dimitri with a hand buried in his hair and the other clutching his heart.

“Dimitri?” You walk over and sit on the bed next to him. “Dimitri? Love? It’s okay, you’re awake now, you’re awake now... nothing can hurt you here.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. He takes your hand and pulls you on his lap, holding you close. He was holding you so delicately, but at the same time so firmly, like he was keeping you from something.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No... not yet...”

Truth be told, Dimitri had found a new nightmare. And this time it circulated around you. It was you, just you, standing in a battle field, out of magic, out of weapons, out of time. And no matter how fast he ran to you, the land stretched farther, the enemies got larger, time slowed down, as if the Goddess herself wanted to punish him for getting something he actually wanted. He knows it’s complete balderdash, he knows that it’s just a nightmare but... He hasn’t been able to protect those he loved before, would he be able to keep you safe? What if he couldn’t? What if he actually had to watch as you... He couldn’t even think about such a thing.

Slowly, Dimitri pulled you down with him, pulling the covers over you as well. With a small sigh, he closed his eyes again.

“I do love you...” he mumbles, combing his fingers through your hair. “And I would do anything to keep your safe, (Name)...”

“What brought this on?” You chuckle. It was strange, your eye lids suddenly felt heavy, but it’s much too early into the night for that to happen. “Is everything alright, love?” You felt a soft kiss press to the top of your head.

“Everything is fine...” he yawned. “Just... stay with me tonight?”

“Of course, I’d never leave you.”

“I envy you, my love...”

“Why is that?”

“You can’t sleep... I’d rather not sleep at all with these nightly battles...”

“That’s not necessarily true,” now it’s your turn to yawn. What is this effect he has on you? “I have less stamina than everyone in battle for one...”

‘Battle,’ the word echoed in Dimitri’s head, and his grip on you got a bit tighter. You, of course, noticed this.

“Dimitri?”

“Let’s not think of that tonight...”

“Okay.”

“Tell me something else, anything,” you felt the slight desperateness in his request.

“Hmm... where to start?” You ponder for a bit. “After we graduate, what should we do?” You heard him hum above you. Dimitri’s mind drifts off. Graduation, huh? That’s bound to happen. Where would you go then? Would you still love him the way he loves you? He, for one, doesn’t think he’ll ever see a day where he stops, but that didn’t stop the fear that you would. It’s another silly thought, he knows, but that’s all he’s had since he fell in love with you. Silly thought after silly thought, is that what love really is? If it was, he didn’t want it to stop. It kept the ghosts at bay.

“You’ve never been to Fhirdiad, have you?”

“The capital city? No, I haven’t... I came from the Galatea region...” That’s right, you were from there right? You and Ingrid are very close, now that Dimitri thought of it. Whenever you weren’t with him, you were with Ingrid, either training or shopping, or whatever it is girls do.

“Alright, we’ll go there first, then,” Dimitri chuckled. “Then... maybe you’d like the area under House Gautier, you do like to play in the snow.”

“Haha, I do,” you feel your eyes close for a second, but you force them back open. “Plus, it’s always fun to hang out with Sylvain... we can call everyone up there too.”

“Are you implying a small get together?”

“Mmhmm... it’s always nice to be with the others, in my opinion.”

“It is...” Finally, you couldn’t stop it anymore. “(Name)?” Dimitri was only answered by your steady breaths. He looked down to see you snuggled against his chest, sleeping peacefully.

“I suppose it’s my turn then...” Dimitri shut his eyes, drifting to his own sleep.

He was in another dream, he knew it, but this one was different. It was bright, for one, there wasn’t any fire this time, for another. In fact... where was he? No, he knows this. He’s in the cathedral. Next to him is the Professor, dressed rather well for one. Then the rest of his house members. Suddenly, everyone that was seated stood up, applauding. Dimitri followed their lines of sight and his jaw dropped. There you were, donning white, with that smile that always sent him into a flurry.

If this is the kinds of dreams he had with you in his arms then... He certainly must be doing something right.

[especialty]

‼️Submission Saturday Rules & Guidelines‼️ #naaruletag • how to submit: 1. read all of the rules & make sure your photo is following all of them. 2. once you’re positive that it qualifies, dm me your picture. all submissions go to @nudityasart on Instagram PLEASE don't post your submissions or send them to any other account, only dm'd submissions will be posted!! PS: when you send in your dm, make sure to add in which SS it is for (themed or regular), as well as your pronouns if you'd like, especially to my trans friends, to prevent being misgendered! ‼️RULES!!‼️ I have two accounts now. @especialtys being my main (educational/informative/selfcare), and @nudityasart being my second account (bodypositivity/submissions). Unlike previous account(s), all submissions will be sent (and posted) to @nudityasart. 1. when submitting, remember that it is completely anonymous, meaning I will not tag you and no one will ever know it’s you, UNLESS you yourself choose to state otherwise in the comment section. (If you’d like to thank people for compliments or just let people know it’s you, you can do so by commenting but besides that the only two who will know who is is, will be you and I) but this is for body positivity ONLY and a majority don’t want to be named, therefor it remains anonymous on my part. Please don't DM me asking who a submitter is, I know sometimes you want to ask where they got their clothing but I want this to remain confidential so just comment asking and maybe they will reply or someone else who knows will! Another thing, before sending remember that I am not at fault if someone gets upset about your submission, but I will kindly delete it if necessary (this has happened quite a bit, actually, between protective partners and rude friends. just send me the picture as request the deletion of the photo. only the person who sent the photo can request for it to be removed, btw) 2. PICTURES: for your picture quality; I ask that it be high quality and trust me, I know sometimes phones don’t have the best quality, but here are the easiest ways I've found to match my theme: -use natural lighting, like in front of a window, outside, or a naturally lit room. - camera flash (especially if you have a low quality camera) I know it's hard using your back flash, so place a mirror in front of you to help get a good picture! these are the only two ways I know of to get a good picture, but outside/natural lighting is the best way to go to ensure your photo matches and gets posted on my account! (ps. if you need ideas, use other submissions (posts on @especialtys could help too) as reference to how the  photos should look, and pose ideas and picture ideas. I LOVE creativity!!) 3. censoring; this is a big issue with submissions because of Instagram so I need to address it. I can’t allow full nudes or any sexually explicit submissions because instagrams rules and regulations (and once again, this is for body positivity not send your genitalia to mooma. keep ya genitals covered. I, nor Instagram, want to see that so keep it away from me thank you) but as for nipples, yes you can send uncensored ones and I will censor them for you, (by putting light glares/stars on them. If you want to do it yourself but don't know the app: star/glare app is LINE camera! the sticker is "shine" last one with the saturation turned down so it's white) but I have to be extremely cautious with what I post on my account  in order to not be deleted so I would appreciate it if you covered them with something, but if you don't that's okay too! I'll censor it for you! btw, your gender or sex doesn’t matter when censoring. I will censor any and ALL nipples! I’m censoring everyone's as a way to get some form of equality on my page. If one should be censored, shouldn't they all be? But, you can also use your hand to cover your nipples or use something else like paint, real or fake flowers, candies, (real) stickers, leaves, sea shells or pretty rocks/gems, small toys, (this will hurt coming off) tape, fruit/other foods, slime, compact mirrors, little pumpkins, small plushies, glitter, or anything of your choosing!! be creative and have fun with it, there's really no wrong thing you could use except for (basically anything digitally added except blurring or star/glare) emojis, or any type of edited sticker as well as coloring them out with the snapchat pen or any other type of pen, this includes background blurring because it doesn’t fit my theme at all and won't be posted. sorry! 4. no filters of any kind; I know!! a lot of you enjoy using the black and white filter or some other filter because it makes you look good but it doesn’t match my theme and it doesn't send a good message, I’m sorry!! please send it without a filter, because I won't post it on my account with a filter. 5. Although you don't have to be completely bare to submit, I would ask that you not have too much clothing covering yourself since this is for body positivity and it's hard for someone to compliment your body if they can't see it. If you aren't comfortable with nudity, you can always just take a cute picture of your tummy! or if you don't want to do that, a picture of your collar bones or your thighs? whatever you're comfortable with! 6. Don’t be rude to any submitters; I will not tolerate any form of negativity on my account. this is a SAFE place and I won't let anyone ruin that for me or anyone else on my page. do you know how much confidence it takes to post some of your greatest insecurities? a fucking lot. this is for positivity and appreciation!! don’t be a dick to anyone who posts, your comment will be deleted and you might even be blocked. Be kind to one another. Bring everyone who submits up, not down. prove to them how beautiful the skin they are in is. It isn’t that fucking hard and it’s free to be a decent human being!! 7. Please be patient; & don’t get upset when I don’t post yours right away. I receive many dms and pending dms, that it takes me a while to post them all. but occasionally, I don't receive dms so please if I haven’t posted yours and it’s been two weeks+ just send me a heart (sometimes you'll need to unsend and resend it) or ask if I’ve saved yours yet, and I’ll make sure to do so ASAP(: • AND REMEMBER: if you have any questions or comments regarding SS, feel free to contact me via dm or ask them on qoohme (the link is in @especialtys bio) and also via my remindapp (text "@mooma" to 81010, or get the remind app and add "@mooma") and I will get back to you as soon as I can! I love you all, don't forget to check the FAQ before asking a question x ‼️FAQ: • do I have to be following you to submit I don't see why you wouldn't be following me if you were trying to submit but yes, you MUST at least be following @nudityasart to submit. • when are submissions posted? every other Saturday for regular submissions. and once a month for themed submissions, unless I & the people who help post submissions have something come up that prohibits us from doing so, from twelve am Friday night to twelve am Saturday night! (CST) although sometimes it's started sooner than that. • how many submissions do you normally post? there isn’t any given number that I post. once I post a submission I won’t post another until that one gets twenty five or more comments. I do this so each submission gets a good amount of positivity. I don't want anyone feeling left out! for people who comment and the comments, please don’t put some unrelated comment such as emojis or something, actually take time (if you have it) to write a positive message about how a feature that caught your eye, or how strong they must be, or how wonderful their completion is or how you adore their freckles, etc. it doesn’t take much of your time and I promise you it will make someone’s day so much better. just say things that you’d want to be told about your own body  but a little ps, saying "goals" or "i would die to have this body" or "I wish I looked like this" or  "why can't I have this body" or any other self degrading comment is NOT a compliment and never will be a compliment. it will be deleted. bringing yourself down isn't what I consider a compliment, sorry! not only that, it could end up hurting someone rather than helping them! • when can i send you my submission? any day of the week! most send on Saturday while I’m posting submissions and that’s cool and all but sadly, you cut the likelihood of it actually getting posted that day by half because I post the ones I didn’t get to post last week, and then the ones sent throughout the week, first(: (I recommend sending them Thursday because I save them on Friday) • is there an age limit to submit? sort of, I’d ask that you’d be at least thirteen+ because although this is only for body positivity I am not dumb and I know some people may see it in other forms. so since instagrams age limit is thirteen I guess so is mine. although, if you’re underaged please do not send me full nudes (keep your genitals covered please. tummy pics, thigh pics, etc are fine, but I would be careful not to have full nudity so undies/bathing suits are a must) this puts me in a very awkward position. remember that your nudes are often considered child pornography depending on your state/region. and depending on your age. be careful kiddos. • if I send you a caption to post with my pic, will you post that too? yes yes! all you have to do is specify that you want your caption posted and bam! posted along with your photo ! • do I have to be naked to submit? not persay, no. not everyone is comfortable being completely naked, and I understand that 100%. but since this is body positivity, you can't exactly receive compliments about your body with full clothing so I would ask that you have minimal clothing. if you aren't comfortable with showing your stomach, show off your thighs or collar bones! • can I send you a selfie to post? no. sorry but this isn't a selfie positivity account, it's a body positive account so no picture with your face in it please. covering it with your phone is okay though and having your lips in it if yore doing a collar bone photo but otherwise no, please crop your face out. it isn't really anonymous if your face is in it.

[especialty]

Submission Saturday Rules & Guidelines

(PS: this is for Instagram, please ignore if you don’t follow me there!)

#naasruletag

• how to submit:

1. read all of the rules & make sure your photo is following all of them.

2. once you’re positive that it qualifies, dm me your picture. all submissions go to @nudityasart on Instagram PLEASE don’t post your submissions or send them to any other account, only dm’d submissions will be posted!!

PS: when you send in your dm, make sure to add in your pronouns if you’d like, especially to my trans friends, to prevent being misgendered!

‼️RULES!!‼️

I have two accounts now. @especialitys being my main (educational/informative/selfcare), and @nudityasart being my second account (bodypositivity/submissions). Unlike previous account(s), all submissions will be sent (and posted) to @nudityasart.

1. when submitting, remember that it is completely anonymous, meaning I will not tag you and no one will ever know it’s you, UNLESS you yourself choose to state otherwise in the comment section.

(If you’d like to thank people for compliments or just let people know it’s you, you can do so by commenting but besides that the only two who will know who is is, will be you and I)

but this is for body positivity ONLY and a majority don’t want to be named, therefor it remains anonymous on my part. Please don’t DM me asking who a submitter is, I know sometimes you want to ask where they got their clothing but I want this to remain confidential so just comment asking and maybe they will reply or someone else who knows will!

Another thing, before sending remember that I am not at fault if someone gets upset about your submission, but I will kindly delete it if necessary

(this has happened quite a bit, actually, between protective partners and rude friends. just send me the picture as request the deletion of the photo. only the person who sent the photo can request for it to be removed, btw)

2. PICTURES: for your picture quality; I ask that it be high quality and trust me, I know sometimes phones don’t have the best quality, but here are the easiest ways I’ve found to match my theme:

-use natural lighting, like in front of a window, outside, or a naturally lit room.

- camera flash (especially if you have a low quality camera) I know it’s hard using your back flash, so place a mirror in front of you to help get a good picture!

these are the only two ways I know of to get a good picture, but outside/natural lighting is the best way to go to ensure your photo matches and gets posted on my account!

(ps. if you need ideas, use other submissions (posts on @especialitys could help too) as reference to how the photos should look, and pose ideas and picture ideas. I LOVE creativity!!)

3. censoring; this is a big issue with submissions because of Instagram so I need to address it. I can’t allow full nudes or any sexually explicit submissions because instagrams rules and regulations (and once again, this is for body positivity not send your genitalia to mooma. keep ya genitals covered. I, nor Instagram, want to see that so keep it away from me thank you) but as for nipples, yes you can send uncensored ones and I will censor them for you, (by putting light glares/stars on them. If you want to do it yourself but don’t know the app: star/glare app is LINE camera! the sticker is “shine” last one with the saturation turned down so it’s white) but I have to be extremely cautious with what I post on my account in order to not be deleted so I would appreciate it if you covered them with something, but if you don’t that’s okay too! I’ll censor it for you!

btw, your gender doesn’t matter when censoring. I will censor any and ALL nipples! I’m censoring everyone’s as a way to get some form of equality on my page. If one should be censored, shouldn’t they all be?

But, you can also use your hand to cover your nipples or use something else like paint, real or fake flowers, candies, (real) stickers, leaves, sea shells or pretty rocks/gems, small toys, (this will hurt coming off) tape, fruit/other foods, slime, compact mirrors, little pumpkins, small plushies, glitter, or anything of your choosing!! be creative and have fun with it, there’s really no wrong thing you could use except for (basically anything digitally added except blurring or star/glare) emojis, or any type of edited sticker as well as coloring them out with the snapchat pen or any other type of pen, this includes background blurring because it doesn’t fit my theme at all and won’t be posted.

4. no filters of any kind; I know!! a lot of you enjoy using the black and white filter or some other filter because it makes you look good but it doesn’t match my theme, I’m sorry!! please send it without a filter, because I won’t post it on my account with a filter.

5. Although you don’t have to be completely bare to submit, I would ask that you not have too much clothing covering yourself since this is for body positivity and it’s hard for someone to compliment your body if they can’t see it. If you aren’t comfortable with nudity, you can always just take a cute picture of your tummy! or if you don’t want to do that, a picture of your collar bones or your thighs? whatever you’re comfortable with!

6. Don’t be rude to any submitters; I will not tolerate any form of negativity on my account. this is a SAFE place and I won’t let anyone ruin that for me or anyone else on my page. do you know how much confidence it takes to post some of your greatest insecurities? a fucking lot. this is for positivity and appreciation!! don’t be a dick to anyone who posts, your comment will be deleted and you might even be blocked. Be kind to one another. Bring everyone who submits up, not down. prove to them how beautiful the skin they are in is. It isn’t that fucking hard and it’s free to be a decent human being!!

7. Please be patient; & don’t get upset when I don’t post yours right away. I have so many dms and pending dms, that it takes me a while to post them all. but occasionally, I don’t receive dms so please if I haven’t posted yours and it’s been two weeks+ just send me a heart (sometimes you’ll need to unsend and resend it) or ask if I’ve saved yours yet, and I’ll make sure to do so ASAP(:

IMPORTANT PART: when sending your submission, please send a bee emoji or a "I read all of your submission rules/guidelines" so I know you've read them all and are following them x

• AND REMEMBER:

if you have any questions or comments regarding SS, feel free to contact me via dm (I often don’t get a chance to reply to dms so if I don’t I’m so sorry!! try leaving a comment on one of my recent posts) or ask them on ask.fm (the link is in @selfcarecorner’s bio) and also via my remindapp (text “@mooma” to 81010, or get the remind app and add “@mooma”) and I will get back to you as soon as I can! I love you all, don’t forget to check the FAQ before asking a question x

‼️FAQ:

• do I have to be following you to submit

I don’t see why you wouldn’t be following me if you were trying to submit but yes, you MUST at least be following @nudityasart as well as @especialitys (on Instagram) to submit.

• when are submissions posted?

every Saturday, unless I have something come up that prohibits me from doing so, from twelve am Friday night to twelve am Saturday night! (CST)

• how many submissions do you normally post?

there isn’t any given number that I post. once I post a submission I won’t post another until that one gets twenty five or more comments. I do this so each submission gets a good amount of positivity. I don’t want anyone feeling left out!

for people who comment and the comments, please don’t put some unrelated comment such as emojis or something, actually take time (if you have it) to write a positive message about how a feature that caught your eye, or how strong they must be, or how wonderful their completion is or how you adore their freckles, etc. it doesn’t take much of your time and I promise you it will make someone’s day so much better. just say things that you’d want to be told about your own body but a little ps, saying “goals” or “i would die to have this body” or “I wish I looked like this” or “why can’t I have this body” or any other self degrading comment is NOT a compliment and never will be a compliment. it will be deleted. bringing yourself down isn’t what I consider a compliment, sorry!

• when can i send you my submission?

any day of the week! most send on Saturday while I’m posting submissions and that’s cool and all but you cut the likelihood of it actually getting posted that day by half because I post the ones I didn’t get to post last week, and then the ones sent throughout the week, first(: (I recommend sending them Thursday because I save them on Friday)

• is there an age limit to submit?

sort of, I’d ask that you’d be at least thirteen+ because although this is only for body positivity I am not dumb and I know some people may see it in other forms. so since instagrams age limit is thirteen I guess so is mine. although, if you’re underaged please do not send me full nudes (keep your genitals covered please. tummy pics, thigh pics, etc are fine, but I would be careful not to have full nudity so undies/bathing suits are a must) this puts me in a very awkward position. remember that your nudes are often considered child pornography depending on your state/region. be careful kiddos.

• if I send you a caption to post with my pic, will you post that too?

yes yes! all you have to do is specify that you want your caption posted and bam! posted along with your photo !

• do I have to be naked to submit?

not persay, no. not everyone is comfortable being completely naked, and I understand that 100%. but since this is body positivity, you can’t exactly receive compliments about your body with full clothing so I would ask that you have minimal clothing. if you aren’t comfortable with showing your stomach, show off your thighs or collar bones!

• can I send you a selfie to post?

no. sorry but this isn’t a selfie positivity account, it’s a body positive account so no picture with your face in it please. covering it with your phone is okay though and having your lips in it if yore doing a collar bone photo but otherwise no, please crop your face out. it isn’t really anonymous if your face is in it.