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fairyfuyu · 3 years ago

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ephemeral | armin x reader x eren

summary: so we all know and love the eremin cuckolding tropes where you get to be fucked by the other boy’s friend, but get ready because this time its you being cucked

wc: 3.9k

cw: nsfw 18+, fem!reader, modern au, eremin threesome. armin x reader, eren x armin, n lil eren x reader. everyone gets a turn. cuckolding, oral (m&f receiving), cum eating, unprotected sex, anal (m receiving), a ton of fucking spit, mentions of drug use but consensual sex, praise kink, use of pet names baby and sweetheart, we’re all switches ig

a/n: essentially this is extremely self indulgent and probably a result of my past history dating a bisexual man and how i sadly did not get to see the day where i watched his dick get sucked by another dude. just wanted my boy to have his dreams fulfilled for him sigh ........... anyways thanks @erxnslut for betareading and for constantly listening to my never ending brainrot daily. i appreciate the charity work

!!!!! MDNI !!!!!

Here you were, Armin’s back against your front with his head resting in the valley of your breasts, unable to contain his breathlessness as his childhood best friend drew closer to his naked form, placing a kiss right below his navel.

This all really came about, as all good stories do, while you all were at a party last week. The three of you had retreated out onto the balcony of Sasha’s apartment, passing a blunt around and delving into random conversation about anything and everything. Your head was in your blonde boyfriend’s lap, looking up at him and admiring the way his blue eyes twinkled in the moonlight. At this point, you had kind of zoned out of the conversation at hand, instead focusing more on the way Armin talked, the way a gentle smile rested on his lips perpetually, and the way the weed was starting to make him all the more giggly. Eren, on the other hand, became much more mellow with every hit he took, letting the usual guard he always kept up down for the time being.

Noticing this, you decidedly sat up and interrupted him mid-sentence. “So have the two of you ever…” You trailed off, flickering your eyes between the blonde and brunette.

Both of them just stared at you, waiting for you to continue your thought. “Are you gonna finish that question?” Eren inquired, taking another hit from the blunt and passing it your way.

You gladly took it. “You know…” You started, bringing the joint to your lips and inhaling. Head becoming deliciously lightheaded, you exhaled.

“My love, what the fuck are you trying to ask?” Armin chuckled, stealing the blunt out of your nonchalant grip. He took a hit.

“Have you ever, y’know, hooked up?”

Armin started coughing excessively at your question, while Eren just lazily smiled. This was the first time any of you had addressed the massive elephant in the room; it was no secret that the two boys had some kind of chemistry between them, whether they knew it or not. Even before you and Armin started dating, you always knew there was a little bit of homoeroticism between the childhood best friends, though as soon as Armin started making his move on you, you just pushed the thought out of your mind. Now six months later, you still aren’t too sure neither he nor Eren doesn’t have some sort of attraction towards one another.

While Armin continued to get his coughing under control, Eren answered your taboo question. “I mean, the farthest we’ve ever gone is kissing. And that was once, who knows how long ago, but there wasn’t even tongue or anything like that.”

You gave him a slightly shocked expression. “Really? That’s it?”

“Yeah, but I mean it’s Armin. I’d let him suck my dick if he wanted to.”

Armin finally stopped coughing, holding out the blunt to whoever wanted it next. “So you’d let me suck your dick but you wouldn’t wanna suck mine?”

Eren just shrugged, leaning forward and taking the joint, intentionally brushing his fingers against his friends. “Never said I wouldn’t.”

And so, this is how the three of you ended up in Armin’s room. You and Armin had started off making out with some heavy petting, while Eren sat on the end of the bed watching the two of you, palming himself over his sweats. He eventually joined in, coming up behind you and kissing all along your neck and shoulders before pulling your sweater up and over your head. One by one, articles of clothing were shed from the three of you, until the ground was littered with clothing and three naked forms groped at one another. Armin and Eren locked eyes for a moment, despite you being completely bare to your boyfriend, and you couldn’t miss the way his breath hitched in his throat as Eren nibbled on your ear. Eren made sure not to break eye contact with his friend; he could see the obvious effect his innocent actions had on him.

Before anything went further, Armin wanted to make sure he pleased you first before he got any sort of action from his friend - this was one of his stipulations you all had agreed upon before this little threesome began. The only other rule was that if you wanted Eren to fuck you at any point, he absolutely could not cum inside you. But you assured him, saying that the thing that attracted you most about this was the idea of another person’s lips around your boyfriend’s cock. Sure, you wanted a good orgasm or two out of this, but you just had a hunch that having Eren fuck him was a secret fantasy of Armin’s, and so you wanted him happy above all else.

You had laid back on the bed, head rest on the pillows and legs spread for your boyfriend as he ate you out. His tongue worked feverishly against your wet folds, two digits pumping in and out of your hole at a rapid pace. Eren sat beside you, a hand playing with your tit and letting your head rest on his shoulder. Watching Armin suck on your clit had his dick painfully hard, even without the confines of his briefs. He subconsciously thrust into the air, as if that would do anything to alleviate his aching cock. You caught sight of this, and brought a hand up to wrap itself around Eren’s bulge. Giving it a light pull - nothing too harsh - had Eren groaning deeply.

“Fuck, ___...” He breathed. You brought a hand up to cup the side of his face, connecting your lips to his softly. His lips were soft; the way he kissed you was much more passionate than you expected.

Armin’s eyes flickered up to the two of you, enjoying the lewd sight of you two sensually making out. He smiled against your pussy before pulling his fingers out and exchanging them for his tongue, forcing the muscle deep into you; you moaned out in pleasure, rutting yourself further into his face.

“Oh my god - ‘Min, don’t stop.” You moaned, Eren peppering light kisses all over your face.

With Armin’s movements against your mound, the obscene noises filling the room, and Eren’s hands all over your chest, you were beginning to feel the familiar pressure build up in your stomach. You couldn’t stop your hips from lifting in the air as Armin began kitten licking your clit, but Eren brought a hand down to your hip and forced them back against the mattress.

“Easy, baby.” He exhaled, kissing the spot right behind your ear. “Relax for your boyfriend, yeah?”

And you did - you allowed your orgasm to overcome you, legs shaking and thighs squeezing around Armin’s head as you grew more sensitive. He loved when you did that, but he loved the taste of your release on his tongue even more. He drank up every last drop of your cum, pressing a soft kiss to your tender clit once you finally stopped stuttering.

Still panting, you smiled down to your boyfriend, whose face was glistening with your slick. He licked his lips, mirroring your grin. “You always taste so amazing, sweetheart.”

Eren’s dick twitched as his compliment. “Shit, I bet she tastes so sweet.” He thought out loud, eyes fixated on your release still coating Armin’s face.

“C’mere and find out.” The blonde smiled, taking Eren’s face in his hands before kissing him.

You laid there, watching the two boys make out intensely with each other. It was all tongue, sloppy as ever, as if they were lovers who had been apart for so long - too long - touch starved and finally able to display their affection for each other without speaking a word of it.

Armin broke off the kiss, giving him a little head pat. “Amazing, right?”

Eren nodded, vision hazy as he tried to come back from the sub headspace he fell into for a second. He knew Armin was referring to the way you tasted, but his nod was more in reference to the kiss Eren received.

You leaned up, resting a hand on Armin’s bare chest. “Lay back for me, baby.” You suggested, settling yourself back down on the pillows. Making sure you were at a comfortable angle, you welcomed Armin between your legs for him to lay down, back to your tummy and head between your breasts. You glanced at his cock, flushed an angry red color; you could tell how turned on he was by how easy it was to point out the veins wrapping the length of his cock. For a second, you felt bad for not immediately getting up and sinking down onto his length, but you stopped yourself, watching as Eren knelt before his friend.

He laid in front of him, spreading his legs a little more to give him more accessibility. Gently, he pressed a kiss to Armin’s tummy. “You okay, Armin?” He asked, seeing the blonde’s flushed face and erratic breathing pattern.

Armin nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Y-yeah.” He stuttered, fisting the sheets with his sweaty palms.

You ran your hands along his chest, now the same bright shade of pink as his face. “He’s gonna take really good care of you, isn’t that right ‘Ren?”

“Of course.” He said, bringing a hand to wrap around Armin’s hard cock.

Just at this simple contact, Armin let out a shaky fuck, trying hard not to get too ahead of himself and fuck his friend’s hand.

You tweaked one of Armin’s nipples, eliciting a quiet whimper from him. “You know what you’re doing, right?” You teased, seeing Eren clearly trying to figure out the best way to approach this.

He scoffed. “Believe me, I’ve had countless blowjobs. I know what feels good.”

You shook your head and clicked your tongue. “Tch, giving and receiving are two different things, Rennie. Just start out by licking along his shaft. Simple right? Baby steps.”

“Baby steps, right…” He said, and did just as you instructed. His fat tongue poked out of his mouth and he dragged it along the column of Armin’s dick. He could feel every little vein of his, the way the action made his cock jerk in anticipation.

Armin let out a groan. “Erennn”

“Now, swirl your tongue around his - that’s it, good boy.” You commended the brunette for how he teased Armin’s tip.

Eren’s chest swelled with pride at your praise, gaining more confidence with his actions; he wrapped his lips around Armin’s head, suckling on it before lowering himself down further.

As Eren bobbed his head a couple times, Armin got noisier. He sang a symphony of oh my god, and eren...fuck! , and your personal favorite, please don’t stop, baby.

As much as he tried, Armin ended up thrusting himself deeper into Eren’s mouth, groaning at the feeling of his tip hitting the back of Eren’s throat. He gagged at this sudden intrusion, swallowing hard around Armin’s cock and pulling another staggered moan from him. But he didn’t let up. You had to give it to him - Eren was doing surprisingly well for giving head his first time.

“Don’t be afraid to spit on it, Armin likes his head messy.” You encouraged, running a hair through your boyfriend’s blonde locks and tugging on them lightly.

Eren pulled off of his friend’s cock with a pop, instantly pooling all the saliva he could produce in his mouth before dribbling it all over Armin’s dick. Armin moaned at the sight as Eren took his cock in his hand, slowly jerking him off. He leaned down to lick and suck on Armin’s balls - this was something Eren liked his partners to do when they gave him head, and from his friend’s reaction, he could tell he was enjoying it.

“Oh my god, Eren, yes…” He whined, “Keep playing with them.”

He kept one hand working at fondling Armin’s balls as he wrapped his lips around his cock once more. Eren tried his hardest to take as much of his friend as he could, tears pricking at his eyes when he attempted to nuzzle Armin’s head into his snug throat, but it was too much for him - this time, at least. Whatever he couldn’t fit into his mouth he made sure to stroke with his free hand.

Eren kept up his pace, sucking and swallowing and flattening his tongue as best he could around Armin’s length.

“You’re doing so well, ‘Ren.” You spoke softly, nibbling on your boyfriend's ear. “Is your friend making you feel good, baby?”

“Fuck, yeah. So, so good, Rennie.” He chanted, thrusting himself again deeper into Eren’s mouth. “I-I’m close, so close-”

He pulled off of Armin quickly, jerking him twice as the words effortlessly fell from his lips. “Cum in my mouth, baby.” And his lips were on him once more, quickening his pace and even welcoming the way Armin’s hips rutted against his mouth, forcing his cock deeper.

The second Armin locked eyes with Eren’s, hot tears streaming down his cheeks, he was sent over the edge. “Shit, ‘Ren!” He threw his head back between your tits, giving one last thrust into Eren and shooting his load down his throat. The brunette gladly accepted everything Armin gave him, grimacing slightly at the taste of his semen, but swallowed nonetheless.

Armin laid there, trying to regain his breath, and you just took his hands in yours, thumbs rubbing over his knuckles soothingly. “That’s it, baby. Just breathe…”

“Fuck, Eren...y-you...shit,” Armin puffed, running a hand through his hair. Eren was radiating joy over how wrecked Armin looked right now. He was so pretty, he thought to himself. How lucky you are to have him as yours.

The blonde pulled him into another kiss, bringing his hands up and pulling the hair tie out of Eren’s hair, allowing the dark brown locks to cascade down his shoulders. He smiled up at the green eyed boy. “Pretty.” He hummed, pecking his lips once more.

Eren was beyond turned on, this way too obvious. He had been so patient this entire time, doing so well sucking off Armin, it was only fair he had his hard-on taken care of.

It stood perfectly erect, resting against his lower abdomen, his precum leaking from his tip. Armin twirled his finger around the head. “Let me do you next.”

“A-actually, Armin…” He trailed off, his face heating up in embarrassment about what he was wanting to ask his friend. “I was wondering i-if you’d let me put it in you.”

Eren’s words hung in the silent air; he truly rendered both you and Armin speechless. Eren Jaeger, the player, the virgin killer, big, tough Eren, wanted to fuck his best friend.

No one outside the three of you would ever believe it.

Armin swallowed thickly, looking over at you. “What do you think, ___? Would you be okay with that?”

You caressed your boyfriend’s cheek. “I’m okay with whatever you want, ‘Min. I want you to be happy.”

He smiled sweetly, briefly capturing your lips in a kiss before returning to the brunette. “If you really want to, sure.”

Armin settled back down against your chest, per your request. You loved having Armin between your legs like this, being as close as possible to him as you could. He bent his knees, resting his heels on top of the mattress, and instantly felt a wash of embarrassment over him; he’s never felt so exposed before, despite having his cock down Eren’s throat only minutes prior. This was completely new territory to him; the realm of anal play was completely foreign to you or Armin - or Eren for that matter. However, he wasn’t against it at all. In fact, Armin being Armin, he did douche his ass before Eren came over just in case he found himself in this situation. He wanted to be as comfortable as possible, with no unnecessary things to be insecure about.

But Armin still took a deep, shaky breath as Eren positioned himself properly, bringing a hand up to your face.

“Open.” Eren ordered, and you of course obliged. He shoved two fingers into your mouth and you gladly sucked on them, ensuring they were plenty coated in your saliva. “Good girl.” He brought his digits down to Armin’s hole, running them around the rim and grinning as he watched it contract from the contact. “Let me know if anything is too much, okay ‘Min?” He asked, to which Armin just nodded. “Need to hear you, baby.”

“Y-yeah, I promise.” He sighed, feeling Eren press against his tight hole with one finger, sinking in only a knuckle deep. Armin inhaled sharply as he felt himself suck in Eren’s finger further.

The brunette carefully drew out the digit before diving back in. “How’s that, Armin?”

“Feels…weird. B-but good! A weird good…” He said, unable to really form a coherent thought as his friend slowly fingered his ass.

Deciding he could take another, Eren dribbled a little more spit onto the seam where his finger met Armin. “Think I could put another in?”

Armin nodded eagerly. “Yeah, please ‘Ren.” He begged, starting to grow accustomed to the sensation.

Eren drew out his singular digit so that he was only one knuckle deep before it was joined by his ring finger; the two slowly sank back into Armin’s hole. “Eren…” he whimpered, tears pricking at his eyes from the feeling. It was much tighter since the volume he was taking had essentially doubled, but Eren was determined to stretch him out enough to fit his cock.

He kept up his steady but forceful pace of his fingers, continuously spitting as he felt necessary. The way Armin contracted around his fingers had Eren’s cock aching impossibly harder. Armin was a mess of whimpers at his friends hands; he cracked his eyes open to gaze up at you, and you placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. “Do you feel good, ‘Min?”

“Yeah, I-I need more…” He whined, reaching down and grabbing Eren’s wrist.

He halted his movements. “C-can I try putting it in now?”

“Please.” The blonde cried, the anticipation becoming unbearable.

Eren took his fingers out, Armin wincing at the sudden empty feeling that overcame him. The brunette ran his hands along Armin’s legs, gently pushing them so that they were positioned against his chest. He gave a few languid pumps to himself as he lined himself up at his hole, spitting once more for good measure before easing his head into his tight hole.

“Fuck…” He breathed as he split his hole open. “Relax some, baby. Gotta let me in.”

“‘M trying,” Armin whimpered, gripping onto his legs, holding them tighter to his chest. He looked up at you with pupils blown wide. “___, sweetheart, sit on my face.”

Your breathing got caught in your throat. “Baby, y-you don’t have to do that, this is about-”

“Shit-” He gasped, feeling Eren’s head fully enter, his rim clutching tightly around his friend’s frenulum. “Please, ___, it’ll help me relax some for ‘Rennie.” It was true; between your legs or directly beneath your pussy was Armin’s home. Sure, it would definitely help him ease up a little, but really he wanted to be able for you to share this experience with him in some way.

You nodded, sliding yourself out from under your boyfriend and fixing the pillows for him so he was comfortable. You swung a leg over the side of his head so you faced Eren, but before you could even sit yourself down, Armin’s hands grabbed your hips and forced you down onto him, immediately shoving his eager tongue between your folds.

As soon as he got his mouth on you, he was able to relax, welcoming Eren’s cock further into him. His friend pushed his length in further, groaning at the way his walls fluttered around his dick the deeper he went.

“Fuck, ‘Min, doing so well for me,” He moaned, squeezing the flesh of the blonde’s thigh. He stopped himself before bottoming out, pulling his length out so only the tip remained, and sheathed himself in again. Armin moaned against your pussy, the vibrations making your legs shake.

You ground your hips down against his face. “Armin, baby, don’t stop.”

“You look so pretty riding your boyfriend’s face, ___.” Eren told you, thrusting again into Armin.

Your lust-blown eyes met his. “You look so pretty with your cock buried in my boyfriend, ‘Rennie.”

He let out the quietest moan before you leaned into one another for a heated kiss.

The way Armin kept whimpering with every thrust Eren gave him had your second orgasm approaching quickly. Your boyfriend brought up his hands to grip onto your hips, sensing your high getting closer by the way your hips were stuttering against him. He dragged you over his face, aiding you in chasing your high.

You broke away from Eren. “Yes, right there, Armin. Keep going, I-I’m gonna-” Armin latched onto your clit, flicking the bud between his lips, and this sent you over the edge. You unravelled on top of him, juices spilling down the sides of his face as he continued fucking you with his tongue, riding out your high.

Sensitive from your powerful orgasm, you dismounted your boyfriend’s face and toppled beside him, totally wrecked. Eren watching all of this unwind only added to his raging libido in the moment. The tightness of Armin’s ass didn’t help either, he was squeezing him too damn good and the few good thrusts he gave him were enough to cum.

“‘Min, I’m so close, baby.” He whined, trying his hardest to keep fucking his friend, despite lasting only a short amount of time. In his head, he wanted to cum on Armin’s stomach, but the blonde had other plans.

The second Eren pulled out, Armin sat up and scooted towards his kneeling form, removing the brunette’s long fingers around his cock and replacing them with his mouth. Without warning, Armin forced Eren’s cock down his throat as far as he could, squeezing his eyes tightly in response to the intrusion. The second Eren felt Armin around his cock, he came, shooting thick white ropes of his cum down Armin’s throat.

“Holy fuck,” He moaned, hands placed on Armin’s head as he came down from his high.

Finally, Armin removed himself from around Eren’s dick, looking up at his friend with loving eyes. Eren just smiled down at him, lifting his chin with a knuckle and kissing him sweetly. The two boys looked over to you after they disconnected, Armin crawling beside you and pulling you into a warm hug. He pressed a kiss to your temple, mumbling a quiet thank you only loud enough for you to hear. You didn’t need to hear him to understand that he was finally to fulfill a fantasy of his, with the two people he cares about most in life.

tags: @mikaaberry

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reallyromealone · 2 years ago

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MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS/FUJOSHIS

DK NOT INTERACT

I WILL BLOCK YOU

Requested by Anon.

I hope you like it person who listened to my rules, you deserve what happened to me at a McDonald's (they messed up my drink and I got two smoothies)

Also they are 18+ because I'm almost 23 and I refuse to write minors having sexual relationships.

NSFW

MINORS AGELESS BLOGS AND FUJOSHIS DNI

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Baji looked stressed as he sat infront of his best friend since childhood, Mikey dead staring at him as he processed his words "you wanna what?"

"I want to take (name) on a date" Baji repeated to the other, Mikey calculating his movements as be thought it over.

On one hand that was his baby brother, the youngest Sano almost four years their minor at 20.

But also if they got together Baji would be his brother in law and he would be closer to having all his best friends be his in laws.

But (name) was his baby brother and a sweet and innocent young man who needed to protected.

But if there was anyone he would want to be with him it would be Baji, Baji would never hurt him intentionally.

"Break his heart and I break every bone in your body"

"I would let you"

And that's how Baji got here, sitting at a park bench waiting for (name) to show up and Baji wore his best fit and put his hair in a man bun that always had (name) stealing glances.

"Kei!" A voice called out snapping him from his thoughts as he looked over to see the man of the hour...wearing women's clothes?

(Name) was wearing a soft pastel sweater and mini skirt, platform beige Mary Janes to match and cute little accessories.

"(N-name)?" Baji asked confused as he looked him over, was be fucking with him? "Hi Kei! Sorry I took so long, I had to argue with Mikey not to drive me here so he didn't have an excuse to stick around the date" (name) said slightly rambling as he fiddled with his sleeves noticing Baji staring at his outfit "do you like it? Emma helped me pick out the accessories" Baji then realized he was not in fact fucking with him and genuinely picked this out he couldn't help but feel a bit flustered "y-yeah it looks good" he said finally looking away from the mini skirt that showed off his thighs to the world.

"So what did you have planned?" (Name) asked as Baji let him hold his arm, staring up at him with an innocent expression that made Baji want to melt "there's a new fairy floss place on Takeshita street, I know how much you like that" baji said simply and watched as (name) lit up at it, Baji never met someone who got so genuinely excited over something as simple as fairy floss... Though his elder brother did almost fight a kid when that dorayaki place opened up.

"And maybe after go to Yoyogi park?" Baji had a bit of help from Emma when planning this date and it was well worth seeing (name) look so excited "well let's go then!" (Name) said as he let Baji lead him to the sweet goodness that was fairy floss, the two ordering a stick if it and watched as the artist managed to do tricks while making it, both theirs coming out like flowers "so cool!"

"Baji try mine, it's strawberry flavored!" (Name) said picking off a piece and putting it towards bajis lips and blushed slightly when bajis tongue slightly licked his thumb when he ate it "that's good!" Baji said happily and offered (name) a bit of his though he just straight up offered a bite from his stick "yours is good too!"

"So you, fuyu and Tora opened a pet store?" (Name) sweetly as they walked through the park, fairy floss finished and they looked at the small attractions happening "yeah, but Fuyu is making us wear those god damn shirts he ordered that one time..." Baji groaned and (name) giggled "gotta make use of them somehow! But I'm glad you guys are finally living your dream!" (Name) cheered out, he knew how hard they worked for this and was honestly impressed.

Eventually the sun began to set and Baji looked at (name) with a soft smile "wanna head back to my place and watch (movie)?" He asked watching (name) perk up at the mention of his favorite movie "yeah! Let's do it!"

(Name) snuggled into bajis side, head resting on his chest as they watched the movie "I had a really good time tonight" (name) mumbled and looked up at Baji with those doe eyes that made him want to pounce the youngest Sano but instead just tilting his head up to pull him into a kiss. Baji looked surprised as (name) lifted his leg over Bajis lap and straddled him without hesitation "(n-name)?!" He said incredulously, oh god this was just like his dreams "I have seen your stares Kei-su-ke~" (name) said with mock innocence as he moved Bajis confused hands to his hips and rocked slightly against Bajis, letting out a soft moan.

"H-have you had sex..." Baji asked genuinely, a deep groan escaping his throat at the friction "no... But I want you to show me" (name) said with a blush, slightly embarrassed at his inexperience "show you..?"

"I know that sex is what happens when two people really like or love each other but I don't know much else" Baji couldn't really blame (name) for not knowing much as his brothers and Emma usually kept him away from that stuff and not to mention the education system was extremely particular about what they taught students.

"Well do you want me to show you baby?" Baji asked moving his hands to (name)s thighs, feeling the soft flesh under his hands before moving up and under his skirt "please Kei... Please have sex with me" (name) said whining slightly and that's all it took for Baji to lift his skirt and tuck it into itself and marvelled at what he saw "panties?" He asked incredulously as he saw the others boner straining against the lace panties "did you want me to fuck you?" He asked teasing before palming the others erection and watching (name) fall apart at that "k-kiss me..." (Name) panted out and Baji pulled him into a steamy makeout session as he moved the panties down to show the others leaking cock as (name)s hands moved to undo his belt and fishing Kei's cock from its confines "so big...." (Name) marvelled as be looked at Kei's cock, fingers touching it slightly and had an urge to put it in his mouth as he looked at Baji for permission and when he got the slightest nod he slowly sunk to his knees and was face to face with bajis cock.

He gently gripped it, the flesh got under his own as he realized he didn't know how to suck a cock "need help baby?"

"I never..."

"Let me guide you then..." Baji said as he slowly explained what to do, watching (name) follow his instructions to a T and began slowly sucking his cock, gripping the elders thighs as he bobbed his head. Baji gently rested his head on (name)s head to urge him to go deeper when he realized that (name) hadn't gagged yet... Did he not have a gag reflex?

(Name) pushed in deeper until it was down his throat, slightly hard to breathe as he breathed through his nose and began bobbing faster and Baji slowly began thrusting into his mouth "god baby... You are born to suck my cock eh?" He grunted and slowly fucked his throat "god I'm close..." He mumbled and began to push (name) off only for (name) to Bob faster and harder and looked up at Baji "fuck--- babe wai--ah!" Baji groaned out as he came into (name)s mouths, cum shooting down his throat and (name) pulled out, coughing slightly before licking up any remaining off his cock.

God it was a sight as (name) kissed the side of his cock "lay on your back and spread your legs" Baji said as he stood up and removed his pants and top, (name) doing the same but was stopped at the skirt "skirt stays" and quickly left and returned with a bottle of lube "gotta make you loose enough to take me" Baji mumbled as he rubbed the others inner thighs and kissed down his neck and leaving dark Hickey's down his neck and enjoying the harmony of breathy moans in his ear "god you have such cute tits.."

Latching onto one he sucked feverishly while a hand moved lower and gently rubbed his cock before moving down to his entrance...god it was tight.

Lubing up his fingers he slowly pushed his middle finger in, letting (name) get used to the sensation before thrusting and letting (name) tug at his hair while he sucked on his nipple "kei~ t-to much!"(name) moaned out as he subconsciously thrusted back into his hand, the feeling of Kei's index finger slowly pushing in as well had his thighs shaking as he began scissoring and making a come here gesture with his fingers when he hit something that made him see stars "ah! Shit..." (Name) almost screamed out as Kei's other hand moved to pin (name)s hips to keep him in place and began scissoring and abusing that spot, (name) climaxing when he added a third finger.

"Ready for the main event?" Kei asked softly in his ear as he lubed up his cock and (name) looked confused, was that not sex? Nodding slightly be watched as Kei lined his cock at (name)s entrance before slowly pushing in and even with prep, (name) was tight as hell "k-kei! Hurts!" (Name) shakily panted out "shhh Shh, don't worry it will feel better" baji soothed as be slowly bottomed out, the others ass so tight against him "you gotta relax baby..." "Can't..."

Baji pulled him into a kiss to distract him from the discomfort as their tongues mingled together "such a good boy for me" Baji mumbled as (name)s hips twitched at his praise and let out a moan at the sensation "m-move..." (Name) mumbled out, Kei did some light thrusts and watched (name) fall apart under him before doing deeper and harder thrusts "god so tight--" Baji wanted to cum as the others ass suffocated his cock while he thrusted in, gripping his hips as he looked down at his fucked out face "you're so beautiful..."

"Keiii~"

Baji thrusted hard as his balls slapped against (name)s ass cheeks and pushed (name) into a mating press as he began to violently fuck into (name) as the two got lost in pleasure "c-close~" (name) moaned out as he matched Kei's thrusts "fuck baby me too... Come baby" Baji said lowly in his ear and (name) fell apart and came violently with a scream, the tightening of his ass pushing Baji to his end as he pulled out and came on (name)s skirt and stomach.

(Name) was dazed and fucked out as Baji caught his breath and cleaned him up, removing the skirt and carrying him to bed "are we dating Kei...?"

"Do you wanna date?" Baji asked hopefully and (name) nodded into his chest, already ready to pass out "then yeah baby we are"

The Sano siblings were horrified when they saw (name) the next day, the youngest Sano wearing Keis sweatpants and the sweater he wore the day prior as the siblings watched him slightly limp with Hickey's all over his neck "(name) god laid before me?!" Shinchiro cried out at his baby brother who was being held up by Baji "were dating!" He said excitedly as he hugged Bajis side.

"Whyyyyy?!"

#tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #baji x reader #tokyo revengers baji #smut #baji smut

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matsunosan · 3 years ago

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My Biggest Fear // Draken x Reader - AO3 Challenge

Prompt: roomates + sharing a bed

Summary: Draken was your roomate, having been your childhood bestfriend.You told yourself you wouldn’t fall for him, but your mind can’t help thinking about him. You’re frustrated, but losing him is your biggest fear.

WARNINGS: Slight angst? (Happy ending tho.) nightmares, implied character death (but it was just a dream.)

Word Count: 1,698

A/N: This was for an AO3 challenge. I will post the prompt list at the end of this post! You are supposed to pick your birth month + birth date to get the prompt! Mine was June 19th, so roomates + sharing a bed. : )

You slammed the door to your apartment behind you with a huff, kicking your heels off and immediately striding towards the kitchen. Draken’s head peaked from the leather couch in the living room, curious as to what had made you so frustrated, but you decided to ignore him, for your own sanity. Your feet practically sighed in relief at the feeling of the cool hardwood beneath them, angry red ankles finally breaking free from their restraints as they pattered to the alcohol cabinet. You reached up onto your toes, trying to grab a bottle of expensive wine from the highest cabinet, feet screaming in pain. You groaned, readjusting yourself before trying again, but a pair of large hands extended above you, grabbing the wine you desired and setting it on the marble counter in front of you. You whipped around to meet Draken’s concerned gaze, bowing slightly in gratitude and then whipping back around to crack into the bottle. His hair was braided back neatly, the black braid matching his hoodie. “Now hold on,” Draken spun you back around, placing a hand on each side to cage you in as you examined his features. “I know you Y/N. And Y/N does not drink wine.” You blushed slightly at the position you’ve been put in, but you cleared your throat and locked eyes with him. “I’ve had a shit day at school and work today,” you said lowly. “I just want to relax.” You knew Draken wasn’t buying it, but after a rather intense moment of silence, he admitted defeat and released you, shuffling back to sit on the couch.

You were telling the truth when you said you had a bad day at school and at work. You missed an assignment for the first time this semester and your boss was being extra controlling this evening. Though, the real distraction was the boy who you shared an apartment with. You grew up with Draken, being best friends since the two of you were children. Draken trusted you to move in with him. You had a job, went to school, and were very smart financially. He could never put the same kind of responsibilities onto someone such as Mikey or Takemitchi. Moreover, you kept the place nice and tidy and if Draken made a mess, he would never hear the end of it. The two of you fought like an old married couple sometimes. And that was precisely the problem. You promised yourself you wouldn’t catch feelings. You promised. But every waking moment you find yourself bored, your heart strings tug yourself into daydreams of him. The way he would protect you from anyone or anything. The way Draken makes you laugh late into the evening after one-too-many drinks. The way he smiles at you softly after you tell him you made a good grade on a test. When he says he’s proud of you. And the pet names. The fucking pet names. When he calls you “my girl” or “princess”, your heart does backflips every time.

Now here you were, sitting at a barstool at the island in the middle of the kitchen, lost in thought over the very thing you were trying to forget about. You whined, pinching the bridge of your nose and squeezing your eyes shut as you felt the headache of a lifetime coming on. What time is it? The clock on the stove read 1:32 a.m. “Shit,” you cursed under your breath, taking a look around you. Draken was no longer lazing on the couch and the wine bottle was half-empty. “Glad I get to sleep in tomorrow,” you mumbled, stumbling slightly as you stood up from the chair. You cleaned up the kitchen, deciding to place the wine bottle on the counter instead of fighting to get it into its proper spot, then carrying yourself to your bedroom. Draken’s bedroom door was slightly ajar, nothing but darkness inside. You figured he was asleep before entering your own room, settling for a quick shower.

You had hoped that the hot steam of the shower or your nightly routine would assist you in your attempts to relax, but the headache pursued with strength, much to your dismay. You took some painkillers, climbing into the neatly-made bed with a thump as your heavy head hit the pillow. Your mind was swimming with thoughts, especially those you wanted out of your head. But your sheer exhaustion took over and you swiftly fell asleep.

Your hands were bloody as you held Draken’s head in your lap. The darkness of the night made it difficult to identify where all of his wounds were. You struggled, laying in the street as nearby gang members mocked your desperation to keep him alive. What was he thinking? Draken couldn’t have taken on an entire gang by himself. And here he was, dying in your arms. You tried to hold yourself together to avoid tears falling onto his cuts and bruises. This was it. Your worst fear. You scolded him every night he came home with injuries. You disapproved of the delinquent lifestyle, yet he persisted. You could never understand why. You didn’t want to. You would still bandage him up when he got home, hoping that your disapproving tone would convince him not to do it again. You hoped it would never get to this point. But his breaths became weak and his eyes became glazed in a different kind of euphoric sensation. “Dr-Draken?” you whispered, fear consuming your body. “Draken, please.” You felt like you were going to vomit, his blood soaking through your clothes as he became cold and pale. His body went limp and that’s how you knew. Draken was dead.

You woke up from the nightmare screaming in terror, adrenaline rushing through every nerve in you. Draken’s frame appeared in the doorway, breath labored as he had jumped out of bed and sprinted to your room. He was only wearing a pair of sweatpants, ink-black hair framing his worried face. “Y/N,” he called your name, crawling onto your now-messy bed and scooping your trembling figure into his grasp. He rocked back and forth as the sobs racked your body, whispering sweet nothings into your ear to try and calm you down. “I’m here princess,” Draken cooed, placing his lips onto your temple. His strong arms supported your shorter frame, he made you feel so safe. His thumbs wiped the tears from your cheeks, obsidian eyes filled with pain as he saw you in such a vulnerable state. You had never done anything like this in front of him before, let alone cry. It broke his heart to see you so afraid, but he refused to let go of you until you had calmed down.

Once your body had stopped shaking so violently and the tears stopped flowing, Draken picked you up off of the bed and carried you to his room without a word. You sniffled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he held you firmly, setting you down and grabbing a glass of water he had on his bedside table. Draken placed the glass up to your quivering lips, helping you take a sip to rehydrate yourself. “Good girl,” he uttered softly, stroking your hair as the cool water soothed your burning throat. After a few more sips of water, Draken placed the glass down and sat on the bed, pulling you into his lap. “Talk to me Y/N,” he whispered, his hand brushing against your cheek. Your eyes shot down to your fidgeting hands in your lap. You were sitting on Draken, your life-long crush, with nothing but a pair of lace undies and one of his old tees on. Draken placed a hand under your chin and tilted your head so that you were facing him. “Something’s wrong Y/N,” he spoke, face merely inches away from yours. “Something’s been wrong for a long time. Tell me. Please.” You could smell his cologne and the faint scent of toothpaste as he pleaded with you. Your glassy eyes looked into his, headache still prevalent and keeping you from any rational thinking. Fuck it. You kissed him. His lips were warm against your cold ones, the soft, supple skin felt like velvet on yours. Panic quickly brewed inside of you once you realized what you’d done. You broke away from him, eyes scanning his features for a reaction. Would he throw you out? Never talk to you again? You weren’t sure. His face was full of shock, lips parted slightly as his eyes locked onto yours. “Dra-” you began to say his name before his hand grabbed the back of your head and his lips crashed onto yours. His other hand snaked around your waist as he pulled you in tight, deepening the kiss. Draken kissed you passionately, your ability to breathe escaping as one hand moved to cup your cheek. This kiss felt like forever, and you didn’t want it to end. Draken finally broke away though, chuckling when you gasped for air. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he told you, grabbing your hands. “I’m glad I wasn’t the only one who was worried about it.” You hugged Draken, melting into his hold. “Stay with me,” he said, a gentle smile displayed on his sharp features. “Let me protect you.”

You arranged yourself in Draken’s bed while he went to grab you your own glass of water. The sheets smelled like him in the most perfect way, your eyes fluttering shut as his scent soothed you. You felt the bed shift, signaling that Draken was back. You were curled up onto your side of the bed until you felt a pair of strong arms pull you into Draken’s chest. “Don’t think you’re going to get away from me that easily,” he mumbled, making you snicker. “Thank you Draken,” you replied, turning your body around to nuzzle your face into his chest. “Goodnight.” Draken kissed your temple once more, arms wrapped around your torso as he held you close. “Goodnight my princess,” he spoke in a hushed tone, feeling sleep consume the both of you.

A/N: Here are the prompts for the AO3 Challenge!

Please drop requests in the ask box!

#draken #draken x reader #draken x you #draken fluff #Tokyo Revengers #tokyo revengers fic #tokyo revengers x reader #draken tokyo revengers #angst #angst to fluff #fluff #draken tokrev

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chans-bad-girl · 3 years ago

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Hi there! I'm very sleepy right now but suddenly this came into my mind : "what is skz reaction when they caught you touching yourself? Maybe they'll asking for mutual masturbation? Or just watching you? Or ended up having sex with you??" Thank you in advance~ guess I can't sleep tonight!!

Hey, hope you're getting your sleep lol

Stray Kids reactions: they catch you touching yourself (+scenarios)

warnings: voyeurism, masturbation (female and male), toys, dumbification, pet names, nipple play, mutual masturbation, mentions of piv, dirty talk, mirror sex, wall sex

chan:

maybe giving your boyfriend a spare key to your apartment wasn't the best idea because now you're sprawled out on your couch, pictures of him on your phone while the bunny vibrator is put on the highest setting. tbh you wouldn't have noticed him standing there with takeout if he didn't grab your hand and take control of the toy. face cold, he whispers into your ear, "tell me when you're horny next time and you won't need my pictures anymore." (which he says while pushing the toy further inside you)

lee know:

minho likes going to bed early. he usually goes to bed at 11, preferably at 10, and sleeps his 8 hours in ignorant bliss of his girlfriend's moans muffled in her pillow. emphasis: usually. because tonight, he feels the shaking and hears the squelching sounds through his lighter-than-usual slumber. "bunny, please touch yourself quieter, I need my sleep." will go back to sleep and then rail you tomorrow while he teases you about it with all the energy he got from his beauty rest.

changbin:

he got you a bullet vibrator for your 1-year-anniversary and boy are you keen to use it. it's been glimmering at you from across your room and now that changbin is sleeping in the other room (and you don't want to wake him because he had a stressful week with almost 0 sleep), you think it's time to use it. when you turn it on, you don't expect it to be this intense. your hole clenches at your clit's sensitivity and your body jolts forward. you don't mean for your moan to be this loud, really, but it rings through the apartment and wakes your boyfriend right up. upon seeing your struggle with the vibrator, he rubs his eyes and says, "my baby is too dumb to touch herself now? oh kitten, do you need master to teach you?"

hyunjin:

oh boy roommate!hyunjin will literally touch himself watching you through the crack of the bathroom door you forgot to lock. dick in hand, he watches as you touch yourself in the bathtub, losing yourself with the shower head on your clit and a hand on your hard nipples. will accidentally be too loud and call your attention. "oh, sorry, uhm..." "couldn't control yourself, huh?" "no..I-" "cut it. i want you. now." this whole endeavor leads to you becoming friends with benefits lol because you're two horny college students who can't afford their own apartments but also have a no-bringing-one-night-stands-home policy. will want to do mutual masturbation because he doesn't wanna get all wet haha

jisung:

he catches you touching yourself in his own home. you were on a trip to meet your family in your home town and your close childhood friend offered you a place to stay. for a week you couldn't touch yourself or even be alone for more than 5 minutes, and when Jisung finally leaves the house for a bit longer than just for groceries, you can finally relax without the fear he might come back soon. so you lie on the couch bed, completely naked because it's 43 degrees and god knows you've waited for this way too long. little did you know that Jisung's plans were cancelled and he drove straight back home to you playing with your clit, two fingers stretching your walls. will watch in awe for a bit before you notice him. "oh, you...that's kind of hot. Mind if I...help?" you don't mind at all. and this is how you ended up with your childhood best friend's head between your legs.

felix:

you blame felix for the suit he's worn and also for the fact that he didn't bother to take it off even when you arrived at his house and started playing video games. Needless to say: you were horny as ever. so you excused yourself to the bathroom to satisfy the ache. because felix had his headphones on and his room was on the other side of the house, you let soft moans slip off your tongue. he sure wouldn't hear, right? WRONG. he got worried after you didn't come back from the toilet for 10 minutes and decided to check on you. and oh was he happy he did that because your moans? music to his ears. "yn, no need to hide, my family won't be back until tomorrow." that's when you open the door and grab his tie for his lips to meet yours. "you stayed in this on purpose, huh? after the wedding you could've taken it off." "I know you like suits."

seungmin:

before he told you he's an idol, you'd never thought of him this way: hot, talented and highly ambitious. but the growing trust in your friendship reveals an aspect of seungmin you wouldn't have expected in your wildest dreams: tongue out, gaze dark, he's hyper-focused on his dance moves, and hell is that making a mess of your panties. at your place, eating celebration pizza after his tour-opening show, you decide to wait until he falls asleep to pound a dildo into yourself in your room. the doors are thin and the couch bed seungmin temporarily sleeps on is only so comfortable. which means that he hears you loud and clear as you whine. you have awakened his curiosity, and before he can stop himself, he walks straight toward your room. what do you look like right now? What are you thinking about? When he walks into your bedroom and accidentally stumbles, you look at him with the biggest eyes and maybe that wasn't the way he imagined the answer to the first question. (good for you that you have the blanket over though haha). "oh, this is very embaressing...in front of my idol friend, wow." "nonono don't get me wrong, I think you put on a nice show. maybe better than mine..." will fuck you in front of a mirror (with your consent ofc) because "look at you, you're performing so well only for me."

jeongin:

after him teasing you all day (being all touchy-feely, being suggestive with his words and wiggling his eyebrows way too much lol) while watching reruns of pretty little liars, he forgets his gym bag at your dorm. now, your touch starved, career oriented college student self is only so resilient. translation: you rub your clit furiously while watching twitter porn. when he arrives at the bus stop, he notices his gym bag is still at your place, and so decides to knock on the first-floor window to your bedroom. when you don't answer (because your earphones blast slapping sounds and moans + you are too far gone to notice anything at this point) he peeks through the slit between your curtains and oh my god are you hot squirming around with your hand between your legs. he's touched himself to the fantasy of you pinned to a wall too many times to count, and now he can finally make it a reality. let's just say he's not shy to ring your door bell at the ass crack of dawn to ask you about what porn gets you off so prettily to then rail you against all walls in your apartment lmao rip your roommate

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diamaker-moon · 3 years ago

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Moving Forward - Chapter 6

Chapter Six

Realizations... (pt. 1)

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"I am proud of your chosen, Tikki."

Wayzz said in a calm voice. "She took in the responsibility of being a heroine exchange for her time in her civilian life, and now, she chose to carry the heavy responsibility of a Guardian even though she can refuse it and pass it to someone else, leaving everything behind."

The other kwamis nodded at the wise turtle kwami's words. Tikki looked at them and smiled.

"I'm proud of my bug. She's a worthy ladybug and had shown how worthy she is despite her flaws. She made mistakes, but she chose to fix them. And now she's healing from the toxicity she had received in that place. Sleep well, Marinette..."

— previous chapter... —

The Akuma Class was experiencing an unknown change. And they don't know the exact reason.

It's been two weeks since Marinette hasn't been coming to class.

The first day, Alya thought she was just late or have an errand to run during the morning and will come to class after lunch, but it didn't happen. After classes were done, she tried calling her, only to be redirected to her voicemail immediately. Not knowing her 'best friend' had bought a new phone and uses a new number. She was slightly sour thinking that Marinette is being stubborn in hanging out with Lila, and chose to reprimand her for letting her jealousy get in between a possible friendship with the girl.

The others didn't notice how Adrien was down during the rest of that day. They didn't notice Chloé having a slightly pained look in her eyes.

She was slightly angry that Dupain-Cheng easily gave up in exposing the liar, but it's not like she helped the girl. She had no right to be angry about how Dupain-Cheng chose to move on with life. When she saw her being surrounded by people she didn't know and was walking towards a table, she stared for a moment. Chloé hasn't heard her laugh for a while, the bubbly aura around the girl was fading when she was in Dupont.

Chloé hated to admit it, but she envied the ravenette. Dupain-Cheng having a happy family, while her own mother left them to go to New York for work when she was a child, creating a drift between their relationship. Her own father didn't hang out with her anymore due to his duties being the City's Mayor. Dupain-Cheng gained friends while she was being hated for being a bully who always annoys others and uses her triumph card when she gets in trouble.

She was staring at the raventte's table with a melancholic look. The girl was happy, and Chloé couldn't deny it. Part of her wants to convince Dupain-Cheng to go back to Dupont and defeat the vixen but she didn't want to be selfish for once.

After lunch period she came back to class and grabbed Sabrina's attention, and told her to come with her after class.

The two are in Chloé's bedroom in Le Grand Paris.

"I'm sorry..."

Sabrina was startled to hear such sincere words coming from the person she knew could be very bratty for a long time.

"I'm sorry that I treated you like a servant. And that I made you take some of the consequences from my actions. I want to justify it by letting people know that I lost a mother figure from my childhood and didn't teach me proper manners and that she is very bossy, and that I tried to fit in with her. But I know I can't... There are people around me that could've inspired me to be a better person, like Dup-Marinette..."

When Sabrina heard the name she was about to retaliate but Chloé didn't give her a chance.

"No, Sabrina. She's right. I grew up with people who lie about their backgrounds just to fit in with society. Everything can be searched on the internet Sabrina. I know your smart, use it and prove to me right now that you, defending that Liar is a good thing."

Sabrina stared at Chloé, she was growing nervous, Chloé rarely helps around class problems, and for her to defend the person she has been ridiculing for a long time is strange. So Sabrina did it, she searched.

She sat there, appalled and disappointed, after that there are no articles about a Lila Rossi aside from the girl's interviews in the Ladyblog. Chloé left her to go to her balcony and leaned on the railing. Sabrina ran up to her.

"Chloé we need to let everyone know about this! Maybe we can help Marinette expose her? Collect evidence? Contact her mother? We can help Marinette gain back her reputation and her friends! We can—" Sabrina rambled.

"It's too late, Sabrina..." Chloé said that made Sabrina stop rambling and just stared at her in confusion.

"I saw her. She moved on. Marinette was wearing a uniform from a different school. Marinette gave up, Sabrina, she gave up on trying to protect her so-called friends after being dismissed. You should've seen her, she was so happy, something we— I haven't seen for a while..."

That statement made Sabrina tearful. Staring at nothing, she started remembering glimpses of the ravenette.

She remembered the time that when she looks in Marinette's direction, she was so dull. Like a doll— a Marionette, not reacting to how her sketchbook was torn apart, how her dull bluebell eyes stare at Mlle Bustier when she is talking to her, how she doesn't react when their classmates are attacking her for bullying Lila. Sabrina finally realizes how she treated someone like that without proof. Her own father imbedded to her that 'innocent until proven guilty', yet she didn't even try to see both perspectives and just went along with the class.

Her actions are much worse than how Chloé acted.

"I'll give Marinette credit. That liar tried to break her, but she broke free and spread her wings without looking back, and saved herself."

Sabrina nodded at Chloé's statement while copying the girl's position of leaning on the balcony rails, looking out to Paris.

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Juleka Couffaine, the Akuma Class' resident shy goth girl.

When she first met Lila Rossi, she was skeptical, her brother is a fan of Jagged Stone, and when she heard Lila say that she saved Jagged's kitten on an airplane runway was very sketchy for Juleka.

Before she knew it, Marinette became a pariah. She often denies becoming an accomplice due to her neutrality to the problem. When Marinette didn't arrive Monday morning, she was worried. The girl who pleaded to the photographer to take another class photo with her in it, to break her 'photo curse', is absent.

She tried calling her phone, but it went straight to voicemail. She was currently sitting on her bed and her brother strumming his guitar. He notices how she was just staring at her phone in a daze.

"Hey, Luka... does Jagged had a pet cat in his life?" Juleka asks looking up to her brother.

Luka was surprised by the question, "As far as I know, he didn't have one. Due to him being allergic and the cat not being rock-and-roll enough. Why?"

Luka was shocked when Juleka started tearing up, he immediately puts his guitar down to comfort her baby sister.

"I messed up, Luka... I badly messed up..."

After calming down a little, Juleka finally explained to him why she was crying. She explained that the new girl in her class made Juleka skeptical about her, and then about Marinette's supposed 'cheating', 'stealing', and 'assault', she then talked about how Marinette kept accusing the new girl of lying but no one believing her, and that soon Marinette became a pariah in their class. Juleka told them about all the lies that Rossi has said.

Overall, Luka was disappointed in her.

"You said that Marinette tried to expose her right? Why didn't you back her up, as a friend would do? Isn't she also your friend? Why didn't you voice out your concern about this to Marinette? or to me?"

Luka sighed, before backing away from his sister.

"You said your class hates Chloé for being a bully, but aren't they acting like a bully? Your class, isolated Marinette. I don't know how she managed it. But right now, it might be too late to act, Jules. At the very least, try and fix your mistake..." Luka said before leaving her alone for a moment, and let her think.

Meanwhile, Rose's phone suddenly pinged due to a notification. When she checked it out it was a message from Juleka.

Juleka: Hey, uhm...

Juleka: Can you do me a favour? Please?

Rose: Sure! What is it?

Juleka: Please trust me on this... can you ask Prince Ali about his environmental charities and if he knows a certain 'Lila Rossi'?

Rose: Juleka? Why?

Juleka: Please... please ask him...

Rose was confused by Juleka's request, if she thought about it she was asking just like Marinette did months ago. But Rose decided to shake that thought out of her head, she knew Juleka was not a bully, like Marinette and how she bullies Lila.

Rose decided to trust Juleka and messaged him.

Rose: Hello, Ali! Can I ask a question? A friend of mine, wants to know about your environmental charities with Lila Rossi, I think it's for a project. Thank you! <3

She didn't know why but she felt nervous sending that message. She shrugged it off and put the phone down to continue her scrapbooking. She waited for a few minutes before she heard another notification sound from her phone. And when she read the message, she froze.

Prince Ali: Hello, Rose! I'm sorry, but I only do children charities since the Royal Family doesn't control the environemental ones, it is mostly done by Achu's government, and sorry to disappoint but I do not know a Lila Rossi. Is she a new friend of yours?

Rose was too frozen to not even notice that she had dropped her phone. She kept looking in her hand as if it was all just a dream. That Prince Ali did know Lila Rossi, but when she picked her phone back up and read the text once again, it said the same thing.

'This can't be happening! If this is true... then I bullied Marinette for no reason!'

Rose: Oh! I'm... sorry for my misinformation... Lila's a... classmate of mine. Sorry for the trouble...

Rose didn't notice the tears dripping from her eyes.

She was numb. She couldn't deny this information, it is a direct reply from the Prince of Achu. That he— Prince Ali, doesn't know someone named Lila Rossi. She was lied to. Lila Rossi lied to me. She thought.

And Marinette asked you to ask him months ago, didn't she? She tried to warn you... You didn't listen to her!

There was a sudden voice in the back of her mind, how she ridiculed Marinette for bullying Lila. But it was all a lie. She treated Marinette horribly for a lie...

She hurriedly opened her internet browser and searched for any of Lila's accomplishments only to see a bunch of interviews from the Ladyblog, nowhere else.

Rose: Prince Ali... doesn't do environmental charities, he only does children charities and... he doesn't know a Lila Rossi.

Juleka: ... I'm sorry, Rose.

Juleka: I only realized my mistake after talking to Luka, I'm sorry if I didn't voice out when I was skeptical about her in the beginning...

Rose: She lied... She lied!

Rose: I can't believe her! We treated her as a friend!

Juleka: Rose, please calm down! I don't want you to become an akuma! Please!

Seeing that message she tried so hard to calm down. Juleka was right, she doesn't want Shadowmoth to turn her into an Akuma! She needed to calm down.

After calming down, she messaged Marinette, but there was no reply, then she finally noticed that Marinette wasn't present during class that day. So she tried calling but was sent to voicemail immediately. She tried calling a few times before she stopped.

She'll just talk to her tomorrow, but that didn't happen... and it has been two weeks...

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Adrien Agreste was in denial.

He didn't want to believe that Marinette really did transfer schools. He wanted to visit her as Chat, but since he hasn't seen his kwami, he can't transform. And he's growing worried every second. No Plagg, no Akuma, and no Marinette...

His worrisome state affected his fencing classes. He was always immediately defeated by Kagami Tsurugi. She was displeased that he became a wimp in fencing.

"What made you so distracted lately? That's not like you Agreste." Kagami said.

"Nothing... I'm just worried about Marinette, she hasn't been in class lately, and it's been two weeks!" Adrien replied.

What Adrien said, made Kagami's brow shot up, in confusion. She had talked to Marinette one time, and she had shared that she transferred schools, and has been doing well. She also found out about the 'Lila situation' in Dupont and was very angry that Adrien Agreste knew but didn't say anything. It took a whole lot of Marinette's energy to stop Kagami from attacking Agreste with her sword or using her mother's sword!

"Haven't you heard?" Kagami asked.

"Heard what? You've talked to Marinette?!" Adrien asked enthusiastically.

"Yes. She had transferred schools due to unfortunate situations here in Dupont." Kagami answered before walking towards the locker rooms.

Adrien ran up towards her, held her shoulders and made her face him. "You're kidding right?! Marinette is still a student here! She'll come back here!"

Kagami stared at him in bewilderment.

"I-I gotta go... Bye Kagami..." Adrien said.

Kagami can only stare at the boy's retreating back. From Kagami's perspective, she thinks that Agreste was in denial of Marinette transferring schools. He was also oblivious to the aspiring designer's feelings. But this was different... The way he tries to convince himself that Marinette still goes to Dupont is unsettling.

It's as if, he was supposed to have control over her life. It made Kagami's instinct more unsettled.

Adrien was pacing around his room after he got home from fencing classes. He was becoming more nervous by the second.

He tried looking for her social media accounts only to find none of it exists, he swore that he followed her socials.

Even Nathalie noticed how jittery the young Agreste was, she tried finding out the reason why, but couldn't pinpoint it due to being sidetracked.

The peacock miraculous was missing from the safe, and Gabriel Agreste was furious! He already lost the Grimoire book, the previous Guardians' tablet and now the fixed peacock miraculous. They reviewed the footage from his security cameras, and found nothing!

This made him sidetracked about his supervillain duties, he ignored the past powerful emotions the brooch felt, in exchange to search the whole mansion about the missing items of his. Adrien was no help.

Gabriel calmed down for a second and felt a negative emotion to vent and try to find out if Ladybug got the peacock miraculous.

When he found one, he informed Nathalie about privacy and went to his lair. he transformed to Hawkmoth once again due to the lack of the peacock miraculous.

"Ah, the agonizing pain of experiencing a heartbreak..."

A butterfly flew and rested in his palm, while he fills it with negative power. Once he is done he opened his palm and lets the Akuma flap its wings.

"Fly away, my little Akuma, and evilize this brokenhearted woman!"

The Akuma made its way towards a crying woman near the Seine, wearing a wedding dress. It landed on her headpiece.

"Enchanttréx, I am Hawkmoth. You've been betrayed by the person your loved one, I'm giving you the power to expose any secrets that were chosen to be hidden away from the world. In return, you will bring me ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculous. Do we have a deal?"

"Yes, Hawkmoth."

The purple substance covered the woman in a wedding dress, and when it was gone it left a woman, who has an intricate gold flower-themed headpiece, long black hair that reaches up to her mid-back, a flowy white to black gradient dress, gold strapped heels, white laced gloves that reach up to her forearm and a veil in front of her face.

"It's time to let yourself free from your secrets!" Enchanttréx exclaimed making the nearby Parisians run away in fear and alerting the heroes.

Chapter 5 — Moving Forward: Masterlist — Chapter 7

#miraculousladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #chloé bourgeois #juleka couffaine #rose laviant #AO3 #movingforward #class salt

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guardianofrivendell · 4 years ago

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The Odd Ones Out

Kíli x OC (platonic)

Summary: Tullaina and Kíli were best friends from day one. Getting into a fight to the death together tends to do that to you. Of course, it wasn’t actually to the death, but Kíli kept insisting it had been a close call. This is the story of how their friendship started.

Warnings: bullying, young Kíli (Tullaina and Kíli are 34 and 33 in this one, which is the dwarven equivalent of a young teenager)

OC: Tullaina, you can read her character sheet here

A/N: My first oneshot with Tullaina! A big, massive thank you to @lathalea who helped me find the motivation to finish this and gave me the nudges and the kick to my butt that I needed to keep going! I love you! Also a thank you (and maybe an apology too) to @anjhope1 and @laurfilijames because they had to hear me nag and complain about this story over and over again :)

Kidizbuhâ. Friendship.

What exactly is friendship? What defines it? It’s something Tullaina always wondered about.

According to one of master Balin’s many books, it can be described as a state between two or more individuals, a mutual affection that is strictly platonic.

Your best friend is even more than that. They are that one special person who sticks with you no matter what. You talk about anything and everything, have fun together, comfort each other, and you accept one another with all their flaws. It’s almost like finding your One, but without the romantic love.

Tullaina had often dreamed of finding that one true friend...

Born and raised in the mountains of Ered Luin, she had a pretty normal childhood as a pebble. With only a few friends and a loving family, she was as happy as a young girl could be.

When she grew older, her friends’ appearance started to change.

They grew wider, more muscular and their facial hair started to grow out. Each of them turned into perfect examples of how a sturdy dwarf or dwarrowdam should look like.

Tullaina however stayed exactly the same. She grew in height, but kept her lanky figure. She filled out the appropriate places, but not as much as her friends or peers. Her freckles became more pronounced and the increase of birthmarks started to raise questions among those so-called ‘friends’. And on top of that, as if she couldn’t be ridiculed enough already, she lacked the pride of every Dwarf… facial hair. A fine layer of down hairs where her sideburns should be was all she could grow, and it was barely even visible.

There was no denying that she looked different than your average Dwarrowdam at that age.

And that’s when the teasing and bullying began.

One by one, she lost her friends, none of them wanted to be associated with the ‘elf child’ or khathzith, as they started calling her.

Everywhere she went, she could hear the dreaded word, whispered among the people of the Blue Mountains. And after a while, Tullaina started to believe them. Maybe she wasn’t a Dwarf after all?

No matter how many times her parents had tried to convince her she was of full Dwarven descent, a proud Longbeard, she never stopped asking whether what they said about her was true.

Maybe she was a late bloomer, like her mother sometimes said in an attempt to comfort her. When Tullaina’s tears had dried up, she usually told her daughter the story about her late auntie Marthosia whose beard only started to grow after she turned 30, and it turned out to be the most glorious beard of them all. The Dwarrows stood in line to ask for her courtship. And every time Tullaina would simply roll her eyes and thank her mother.

By the time she turned 30, there was still no trace of a beard or proper sideburns. Not that Tullaina had expected anything, but she couldn’t deny that there was a tiny sliver of hope left that maybe, maybe she was like auntie Marthosia after all.

Her mother eventually stopped telling the story and Tullaina had given up all hope. She started to isolate herself more, hardly leaving the safety of her home, losing herself in books and her own imagination.

The only time she would leave the house by herself was to visit the mines and bring her father his lunch when he forgot to bring it with him. Which happened a lot more than you would think. Tullaina suspected her father did this on purpose to get her out of the house more often, but she never said anything about it.

It was on one of those trips that she ran into Kíli for the first time...

Tullaina hurried through the small, slippery streets of the mountain city, her shawl wrapped securely around her head and neck, head down and eyes fixed on the ground.

She was on her way back from the mines having delivered her father’s lunch, but she’d dawdled when the baker’s cat had crossed her path. It wasn’t her fault she absolutely had to pet it, right?

So now she was in a hurry to get home. And she would have been there in a matter of minutes, if her ears hadn’t picked up the teasing laughter coming out of one of the dead-end side alleys.

On any other day she would have tucked her scarf a little tighter around her, bowed her head a little deeper to avoid any unwanted attention, and definitely walk a little faster.

But it turned out today wasn’t like any other day…

There could be many reasons as to why she felt the need to investigate further. Some would call it being adventurous, fate, maybe even Mahal’s will if you want. But for Tullaina it was her sense of injustice that drove her to the alley.

There was something familiar about the laughter that made her suspect this wasn’t just some friends having fun. She tiptoed towards the corner of the building and peeked around the corner.

Her curiosity often got the better of her and her mother used to warn (okay fine, she guaranteed it) that it would get her into serious trouble one day. Who knows, maybe her mother was right after all...

At the end of the dead-end alley she could see three dwarves, at first sight probably not much older than she was. It was almost comical how they were all so different but clearly looking like they were up to no good: you had the short one with flaming red hair, the muscles and then one who was fairly normal at first until he grinned and Tullaina could see he was missing a front tooth. These three dwarves practically screamed trouble.

They were all looking at a boy who was standing in the middle of the trio.

The boy had shoulder length brown hair with no braids. He was taller than the others and had a slender build. He was wearing a simple dark blue tunic and black trousers, and his unruly hair framed a kind face with large brown eyes. No beard.

And that’s precisely what they were bullying him about...

Tullaina could hear the insults they were throwing at him, she flinched because she knew them all too well - having heard them many times before - and something in her snapped. Before she realised what she was doing, she called out to them.

“Oi!”

All four heads turned towards her.

Well, that’s what you get for calling out to them, she thought. Now what? Quick, say something so they’ll know you mean business!

“Leave him alone!”

Oh wow, she thought, almost rolling her eyes at herself. Great choice, that’ll make them tremble with fear!

The boys started snickering, excited about the prospect of another victim. One of them grabbed the beardless one by the shoulder and pushed him forward.

The Muscles came up towards Tullaina and it took all her restraint not to take a step back.

“Aww Kíli, look at that, your girl is here to save you!”

“I said, leave him alone,” she repeated, trying to look confident by straightening her back and balling her fists at her side, but her voice gave her away. It earned her a chuckle from the dwarf in front of her.

“No, this can’t be his girl,” he sneered, removing her scarf, “Look at her face, not a hair in sight! It’s the same babyface as our dear Kíli. Who would’ve thought there were more of you khathzith?” (young Elves)

Oh, he should not have said that!

The familiar insult triggered something in her and her hands moved on instinct. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed with all the strength she had.

It took him by surprise, he didn’t have the time to brace himself and he fell on his back in the dirt with a grunt. Mistake number one.

One of his companions, the one with the flaming red hair lunged forward and pushed her in turn. Tullaina didn’t stand a chance with the force he was using against her lanky figure and immediately fell to the ground. She cried out when her arm scraped against a small rock. Mistake number two.

They started laughing at her, until the one who was holding Kíli cried out in pain.

When Tullaina looked up she saw him clutching his nose with both of his hands, tears springing in his eyes.

Before she could figure out what had happened, Kíli threw himself on the redhead with a loud cry of “Du Bekâr!” and something about not laying your hands on a lady. Or... that he shouldn’t have handed him a baby?

It wasn’t her fault that it was difficult to understand him with all the shouting and the curses being thrown around. If her mother was near she would’ve covered her ears. Luckily for Tullaina she wasn’t, at least now she could learn a thing or two for future use!

But this actually was the moment she should have decided it was time to go. Mistake number three.

They were all distracted and not paying attention to her whatsoever, the short one was still busy crying over his nose, the redhead was wrestling with Kíli and Muscles just stood by and watched it all happen for some reason. Really, what was stopping her from running? Her more reasonable side was yelling at her to go home. Let the boys fight it out themselves!

But she couldn’t leave this Kíli to himself now, could she? After he so valiantly defended her? No one ever stood up for her before, and here he was literally fighting for her honor.

No, she couldn’t leave him…

When Muscles finally noticed Tullaina was still there, he came towards her with a loud roar - or what should’ve been a roar, it was more a gargle really - and the decision was made for her. She was going to fight.

Well… It seemed her mother was right after all. Her curiosity got her into trouble.

One of the last things Dís had expected to see when she opened her door was a pair of young Dwarves, battered and bruised. Well… half of the duo was her youngest son, so their disheveled state shouldn’t come as a big surprise.

“Amad, this is Tullaina,” Kíli introduced his new friend with a wide smile, wiping a drop of blood off his chin with the back of his hand like it was the most natural thing to do. His left eye was a little swollen and starting to bruise. And still he was as chipper as ever.

Tullaina waved timidly, getting a bit uncomfortable. She had recognized the dwarrowdam as soon as she opened the door and suddenly it had clicked in her head who Kíli was. She knew how this might look and the last thing she wanted was to get in more trouble. Typical of her to befriend a prince of all people…

“Nice to meet you, Tullaina.” Dís smiled kindly to let her know she wasn’t angry. It seemed to relax Tullaina a little, her shoulders slacked and she returned her smile.

After the introduction Dís switched into full mother hen mode and ushered the two inside, so she could take care of their injuries and hopefully get some answers to the many questions that flooded her mind. For one, who Tullaina was. As far as she knew, she hadn’t seen the girl before. And Dis took pride in knowing everyone in Ered Luin.

But getting the information out of these two turned out to be a lot harder than Dís had initially thought.

She told them to sit down at the dinner table while she got everything she needed to clean their wounds.

At first sight it was only Kíli’s busted lip that needed attention, their bruises would heal on their own.

When the only daughter of Thraín asked her youngest how he and his new friend got their bruises and Kíli his busted lip, he only shrugged his shoulders.

Kíli clearly didn’t want to talk about it.

And that worried her, because if there was one thing Kíli liked to do, it was talking her ears off about what he had done or discovered while out with Fíli or by himself.

She guessed he probably stood up for Tullaina and had valiantly defended or even rescued her, in which case Dís wouldn’t hear the end of it. So the silence of her youngest was rather alarming, to say the least.

In the end, it was Tullaina who reluctantly explained to her that she stumbled upon Kíli and a couple of other young Dwarves, who felt the need to mock the young prince.

Dís’ eyes widened and her hand that was cleaning the dried blood around his mouth, froze midair. The cut on his lip had finally stopped bleeding, and it looked a lot worse than it actually was.

“Kíli, that is still no reason to start a fight! And certainly not in the presence of a lady.”

Kíli straightened his back at the scolding of his mother, but didn’t contradict her.

“He didn’t start the fight, Lady Dís, I did,” Tullaina answered before Kíli could stop her.

The large Dwarrowdam frowned, and she absentmindedly started stroking her beard. She was happy Kíli seemed to have made a friend who was not Fíli, but if she turned out to be a troublemaker…

Her sons definitely didn’t need help in that department.

“Now why did you do that, nadanê?” she asked her. (my child) “Amad, please just let it go,” Kíli said before Tullaina had the chance to explain. “I wasn’t asking you, Kíli.”

Tullaina hesitated. What if lady Dís blamed her for his injuries, or getting him into the fight in the first place?

Her new friend obviously didn’t want his mother to know about the bullying and she understood that better than anyone. Tullaina herself had kept a lot from her mother, the things she had to go through, all the insults, the name calling, the laughter…

But she also knew her new friend needed someone he could talk to. When it gets too bad, you need to vent, let everything out. And since she wasn’t sure she’d be welcome again in Lady Dís’ house after today, it might be better to tell his mother what had happened.

“They were teasing and bullying him about stuff they used to bully me for as well,” she finally caved.

“And what might that be?”

“Our lack of dwarven features,” Tullaina answered, as she lowered her eyes. “I’ve been bullied and made fun of for years because I don’t have a proper beard, and don’t look like most other dwarrowdams… So you see, my Lady, I couldn’t just stand there and watch. But they would not listen! So I pushed one of them and started the fight.”

“I see,” Dis hummed, before she placed her hands on Kili’s and Tullaina’s knees. “You did what you felt was right, and that is very admirable. Nadanê, never let anyone make you feel inferior. No matter what you look like, what you have or do not have. It’s what’s inside that matters. You’re both courageous, headstrong and maybe a little reckless too, but that’s alright. That sounds like a true dwarf to me.”

Tullaina smiled in return. It wasn’t a lot different from what her own mother would say when she tried to comfort her, but somehow when Lady Dis said it, it added more weight to it.

“Now tell me about the fight?” Dis smiled, trying to lighten the mood.

Kíli’s head shot up and his eyes sparkled, and Dis knew that look all too well. Now she was going to hear every single detail about their little adventure.

“So I found myself surrounded by, I don’t know, ten, maybe twelve other dwarves-”

“Three. There were three Dwarves, Kíli,” Tullaina interrupted with a straight face.

“It’s not like I was counting them!” he said to Tullaina, before he turned to his mother again. “I was too busy fighting for my life!”

“I bet you were,” Dís chuckled.

Kíli explained how he was trying to find a way out so he could run home, but they wouldn’t let him.

“And then Tullaina showed up and she came to help me, Amad. She gave the biggest one a shove, can you believe?! But then one of the other dwarves pushed her to the ground! You and uncle always told me I should treat all dwarrowdams with respect, right? But I don’t think his parents told him, because why would he do that? Anyway, then Tullaina hurt her arm,” Kíli paused his rambling and grabbed Tullaina’s arm to show the scratch she got when she fell, but she immediately pulled her arm free and muttered something like ‘i’m fine, it’s nothing’. Dís made a mental note to clean it later.

“So I had to defend her honor! Fíli will be so proud of me when he hears about it, I punched that atnuzab right on the nose!” (prick)

“Then how did you get your lip cut and your eye so bruised?” his mother asked him, already knowing the answer, but playing along. It was better to let him continue his story, but it was Tullaina who cut in.

“It turned out the atnuzab knew how to hit back,” she grinned.

“And that’s when the fight really took off,” Kíli continued enthusiastically, a wide smile on his face.

While Dís took care of Tullaina’s arm, he explained everything in detail, waving his arms in excitement, while the girl filled in the blanks or corrected him, which happened surprisingly often.

Dís chuckled every time it happened. It was refreshing to see Kíli being reprimanded for not telling the truth or exaggerating by someone his own age. Who knows, maybe Tullaina will turn out to be a positive influence on her son and his vivid imagination?

“And then he ran off, crying about his bloody nose,” Kíli cackled, holding on to Tullaina’s shoulder to keep himself up since he was laughing so hard.

“Which I believe you gave him?” Dís commented.

“I did,” he said proudly, wiping a tear away. “A true warrior I was!”

“Or tried to at least, did you forget you tripped over your own feet? Twice?” Tullaina laughed, recalling both times she had to help him up before the bullies could get to him.

“I was creating a diversion!”

Tullaina raised an eyebrow at that in disbelief, but decided to let it slide.

Dís shook her head at their friendly banter and left for the kitchen, taking the bowl and the dirty rags with her.

Tullaina watched her leave and smiled to herself. Isn’t it strange how one hastily made decision had changed her entire day? It had been ages since she laughed this much, it was amazing how quickly she felt comfortable in Kíli’s company. Was this what true friendship felt like?

When she looked back at Kíli, she caught him already staring at her.

“What?” she asked with a frown.

“Thank you,” he said. “You came to help me and I’ll never forget that.”

Tullaina felt her face flush at how sincere he was, his big brown eyes looking at her intently.

“Don’t mention it,” she grinned, playing with her fingers in her lap.

They sat side by side in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, their hands tucked away under their thighs before Tullaina spoke up again.

“You know, I need to thank you too,” she said, bumping her shoulder against Kíli’s.

“Me? What for?”

“Defending my honor.”

Kíli gave her a broad smile and puffed out his chest. “It was the right thing to do. And I would do it again in a heartbeat.” He placed his hand on his heart to emphasize his words.

Tullaina believed him. Kíli seemed that kind of person who would rather follow his heart than his head, someone who would act on impulse before thinking about the possible consequences.

“Besides, friends take care of each other right?” he continued, pushing himself off the table.

Dís returned from the kitchen with two slices of cake in her hand.

“I believe you’ve more than deserved this,” she smiled. “A good fight works up quite an appetite.”

The two new friends eagerly accepted the treat, and while they were eating Dís watched them carefully. She had noticed how these two interacted with each other; as if they had been lifelong friends, even though they met mere moments ago. Yes, this wouldn’t be the last time she saw Tullaina. Dís was sure of it.

That reminded her of something…

“How come I haven’t seen you around, Tullaina?”

“I like to stay home, inside, where it’s safe,” the girl looked down in embarrassment and whispered. “There... there are no bullies there.”

“Then why were you even out there in the first place?” Kíli wondered.

“Kíli!” Dís chided him. She gave him a stern look but he didn’t even falter and looked at her expectantly.

Tullaina chuckled. She kind of liked Kíli’s cheekiness and lack of filter when he spoke. It was a nice change from the usual harsh words and sneers she had to hear from others.

“It’s fine. My adad works in the mines and I sometimes bring him his lunch,” she explained to Kíli.

“He does? I know where that is!” he said enthusiastically. “You know what? Next time you have to go there, I’ll go with you!”

“That’s a great idea, Kíli,” Dís agreed, she couldn’t be happier that her youngest had found a new friend. He was starting to get lonely now Fíli spent more time with Thorin. Tullaina might be exactly what he needed to stay out of trouble.

But Tullaina shook her head. “No, I can’t ask that of you! I’m-I’m sure you have much more important things to do.”

“Nonsense,” Dís waved her concern away. “You’re always welcome here, Tullaina.”

When Tullaina said her goodbyes - her mother will be worried sick by now - she had to promise Dís to come back the next day.

Kíli caught her off guard a bit when he hugged her, squeezing a lot harder than she expected him to.

“See you tomorrow,” he said, and then his eyes lit up and a face-splitting grin appeared.

“What?”

“I can’t wait for you to meet my brother!”

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years ago

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Teenagers Part 1

Harry Potter AU

Summary: Request fic: Regulus had never noticed you before. You are the opposite of him in almost every way. It also doesn't help that you are the sister of the one person that Regulus is most annoyed by. Now its time to learn if opposites really attract?

Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader

Rating: M

Song in Chapter: Take it like a man by Cher

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A new school year…

You were more than thrilled going back to school. This year was going to be bittersweet. It was James and Sirius’ last year at school. Knowing that your brother and best friend would be leaving soon was enough to make you dread going back but you decided to not think about it. You would think about it the next year when you had to make all new friends. The less you thought about your friends leaving, the better off than you were. In your years at school, you had grown incredibly close to Sirius, Remus, and Lily. You were close to James anyway so not seeing your brother every day was going to be horrible the following year.

I’ll be happy this year.

You muttered to yourself as Sirius and James came running up behind you.

“Y/N THERE YOU ARE!”

Sirius yelled your name before throwing his arms around you in a bone-crushing hug.

“Sirius, you saw me five minutes ago.”

You coughed as he dramatically patted your head. James, Remus, and Lily finally caught up and was chuckling at the scene. They were so used to Sirius trying to drive you crazy that it was nothing new.

“Pads, can you not crush our sister?”

James asked with a smirk. Lily nodded.

“Yeah, Sirius, she is turning blue. “

Sirius quickly put you back on your feet and petted your cheek. He was giggling hard at the annoyed expression on your face.

“Better now?”

You nodded, rolling your eyes.

“You are going to be the death of me one day. People are going to keep thinking that you are my boyfriend.”

You bent down to pick up the book that Sirius knocked out of your hand. Sirius muttered a quiet apology as he wrapped his arm around your neck.

“It's fine. I’m used to it.”

Sirius smiled again.

“What’s wrong with me as a boyfriend?”

You motioned to Remus.

“Well nothing except if I am dating you I am also dating Remus which makes this one weird love triangle where I feel like I am dating my brothers. We aren’t that creepy are we?”

Sirius and Remus were both dying laughing at that comment while James shook his head.

“No, we aren’t that creepy. I would, for the record, be okay with the three of you in some weird triangle. At least I know my sister would be taken care of.”

Sirius grinned and patted your head again.

“We take care of her plenty enough.”

“He’s right, James. I feel like I have three older brothers. That could be the reason guys are scared to date me.”

You said with a smile as Sirius’ attention went elsewhere.

“Why is my brother staring at us?”

Sirius asked. Your eyes went in the direction of where Sirius was looking. Regulus Black stood with his little band of Slytherin “tyrants” (as James called them). Sure enough, the younger Black brother’s eyes were locked on Sirius and yourself. Evan and Barty leaned forward and whispered something to Regulus.

“He may not be looking at us.”

Sirius frowned. There was no denying that Regulus’ eyes were locked not only on Sirius but you.

“He’s actually looking at Y/n.”

Remus commented. You frowned. Regulus didn’t even know who you were or at least he pretended not to. It didn’t matter that the two of you were in the same year...neither of you spoke to the other. You didn’t really count him telling you to “move” in third year as talking.

“Looks like he’s lost.”

James said. Sirius hadn’t said another word but carefully watched his brother’s face. There was something different about that expression and Sirius wasn’t for sure what it was. Regulus didn’t show many expressions so seeing his brother looking like he had been hit by a book at the sight of you was rather amusing.

“If he had a crush on Y/n I am going to strangle him.”

James growled. You burst out laughing.

“Calm down, James. He doesn’t even know who I am.”

“Oh, I’m sure he does.”

James muttered as Sirius finally gave up and waved at his younger brother. Regulus scowled at Sirius before turning and tugging Evan and Barty with him.

“I guess he doesn’t miss me.”

Sirius said, sounding a little sad. You sighed. Part of you was still furious with the Black family for how they did Sirius. They didn’t realize how wonderful of a boy that he was. You wrapped your arm through his.

“Come on, let's go find a place on the train. Forget them.”

Meanwhile…

Regulus sat down beside Evan. His mind was stuck on his brother and the girl that was with him. Regulus wasn’t oblivious to the fact that his brother had a bit of a “hoe phase” going on but you, whoever you were, seemed different. There was something about the girl that Sirius had his arm around that really didn’t scream “I am Sirius Black’s type.”

“Who was the girl with my brother?”

Regulus finally asked. Evan looked up with a scowl.

“You know her.”

Regulus crossed his arms over his chest feeling annoyance building. While Evan had been his best friend since childhood, there were times that Regulus wanted nothing more than to punch him.

“Yeah? Well, I wouldn’t be asking you if I had the foggiest idea who she was now would I?”

Barty grinned from his place on the opposite bench.

“She is Y/n Potter. James’ sister...you know that git who stole your brother.”

Regulus’ mouth dropped. The last time that he had really looked at you...you were different...childish. Now you were...Regulus didn’t even know what word to use but the strange feeling in his stomach told him that it was something good.

Evan finally spoke again.

“She’s had one hell of a glow up over the summer. I can’t believe that I am saying this but she is pretty. She used to remind me of a baby squirrel.”

“A squirrel?”

Regulus questioned. Evan nodded.

“She was always so nervous looking. Now...if she wanted to tie my ass to a chair and give me a lap dance. I really wouldn’t mind. She would have to lose the Gryffindor tie and put on one of mine though.”

Evan smirked when he noticed the expression on Regulus’ face. He had never seen Regulus be the least little bit interested in another girl. Now here he was looking like he wanted to fight for your honor.

“I suggest that the three of you just leave Y/n Potter alone. It won’t end well.”

Severus’ monotone voice said as the boy stepped into the compartment. Evan laughed.

“Just because you are scared to stand up to Potter and his goons don’t mean that we aren’t. Come on Sev, even you have to admit that Y/n is a lovely girl now. Have you seen her ass? A perfect handful.”

Severus rolled his eyes and sat down without further comment. Regulus turned back to Evan.

“Maybe you should ask her for a date if you are that desperate for her attention?”

“You saw her first.”

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“Just because I look at her doesn’t mean that I want her.”

The next morning Regulus woke up with a groan. He had tried to keep his mind off of you the whole previous evening but found his eyes glued to you. To his delight and displeasure, your eyes never flickered in his direction one time.

It also didn’t help that you were in his dreams that night. The whole night your sweet smile was locked on him. Even if you didn’t say a word you were looking at him. No one else but Regulus and he loved every bloody second of it!

Getting involved with her would be stupid….wreckless. Mother and father would be furious. She’s a blood traitor. Her whole family is...I don’t need that.

Regulus muttered as he got dressed. It didn’t matter how many times that he repeated that mantra to himself when he closed his eyes...it was your face that he saw.

Sinking into his place at the Slytherin table by Evan, Regulus silently started going through the motions of acting like he wanted to eat. There were plenty of things for him to think about...school, quidditch, tests...but you were the first thing. Was this what a crush was supposed to feel like because Regulus honestly had no clue.

Finally getting brave enough, he looked up at the Gryffindor table where you sat beside Dorcas Meadows laughing over something Marlene Mckinnon was saying.

Merlin, her smile is pretty…

Regulus thought before internally screaming at himself to stop.

“Hey, Reg, look, it's your woman.”

Evan commented with a smile. Regulus immediately elbowed Evan in the ribs.

“Shut up.”

Evan’s attention went back to the Gryffindor table when Sirius plopped down beside you.

“Something tells me that you need to get a move on if you want her before your brother runs off with her. By the rate he’s going, he’s going to try to marry her.”

Evan commented with a sneer. He had little patience with Sirius and now with the knowledge that Regulus had an interest in a girl for once...Evan wanted to make sure that Regulus got what he wanted for once.

Regulus rolled his eyes as you moved your hand over and landed on Sirius’ plate. He watched as you quickly pulled your arm up looking at the sticky syrup from the waffles that his brother was eating. Regulus couldn’t hear the conversation but it looked like you were giving Sirius the “what for” for having his plate so close to you. Sirius gave you a feeble shrug before taking your hand in his and licking your arm.

Gross…

Regulus thought as you picked up a book and smacked Sirius with it.

That works…

Regulus enjoyed watching you do what he had wanted to do to his brother for ages. When your eyes looked in his direction, Regulus froze. You offered him a small smile before turning back to the conversation with Marlene.

What the hell is going on with me?

Meanwhile,

You couldn’t help but smile at the expression on Regulus’ face. You had caught him looking at you several times but tried to not let him know that you were aware. It was nice seeing a cold glare on his face. Although you had never spoken a word to Regulus and really had no authority to judge him, he always seemed so cold and angry. You were honestly unsure if he knew how to smile. Now here he was staring at you with a stunned expression on his face.

“He’s a cute boy.”

Marlene commented. You looked up.

“Who?”

Marlene glanced over your shoulder to make sure that James, Sirius, and Remus were locked into a deep conversation about a prank before speaking again.

“Regulus.”

Dorcas and Lily both smile.

“He’s been watching you all morning.”

Dorcas added. You blushed and found yourself unable to look at the Slytherin table for a moment. Finally getting brave enough, you looked over again. Regulus had taken off his robes and sat in his black jumper talking to Evan. You rolled your eyes at the mere thought of Evan Rosier. The boy was a git!

Regulus, however, couldn’t have been more lovely. You smiled at just how much he and Sirius resemble each other in addition to their subtle differences. For one, you loved Regulus’ curls. He had apparently let it grow out over the summer and with the longer hair, Regulus reminded you a bit more of his brother. Another difference was Regulus’ eyes. His eyes were darker than Sirius and had more of a “James Dean daydream” look where Sirius was all “devil may care.”

“He must be bored.”

You replied, taking a sip of your drink. Dorcas glanced over her shoulder at the boy.

“Regulus always seems so sad and angry. Maybe you could cheer him up?”

“Like he would want anything to do with me. Besides have you all met my brother? James would fall off of his unicorn if I let Regulus within 8 inches of me.”

Lily smiled.

“He is a big boy. He’ll get over it.”

Marlene leaned closer and wrapped her arm through yours. You couldn’t help but look over at Regulus again. He sat tapping his fingers anxiously. Even his hands were nice-looking...you were in a lot of trouble!

“Here’s what you do...you simply tell him that if he wants your heart then he needs to take it like a man.”

Dorcas nodded.

“Oh, that’s a good one, Marlene. She’s right, Y/n. Before he fights for you, he needs to show you that he can.”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You two just ripped off a Cher song.”

“She has good advice and clearly Dorcas and I are on the same page.”

Marlene said with a smile. You quickly gathered your things to head off to class.

“Maybe he and I can go on a date to that new skating rink down in hell.”

You said with a laugh. Both Marlene and Dorcas gave you offended gasps.

“Hell doesn't have to freeze over for a Slytherin and a Gryffindor to be compatible.”

“It will for that one.”

You replied before bidding everyone a fair well and leaving the great hall.

Arriving in Potions, you were never more grateful to get to a class that you really had to focus on. The less that you had to sit and think about the morning's conversation with your friends the better off you would be.

“Good morning, Ms. Potter.”

Professor Slughorn said with a cheerful smile as you stepped into the room. He had been adoring you since the year before when you cracked one of his zany puzzles.

“Good morning, Professor. Did you have a nice summer?”

“Oh, yes my dear. I hope you did as well. I saw Lily and she said that the two of you spent a lot of time together.”

You nodded.

“Yes sir, she’s one of my best friends.”

Professor Slughorn nodded with an approving smile. You couldn’t have asked for a better best friend in his eyes.

“That’s wonderful, my dear. If you will just sit down there, please. I am pairing everyone up with a partner this semester. I’m sure yours will come along shortly.”

“Thank you, sir.”

You replied as you dug your new potions book out of your bag. It wasn’t until Slughorn said Regulus’ name did you look up before looking down.

Of course, he’s in this class. Why not? Merlin help me if he gets sat next to…

“Mr. Black if you will sit with Ms. Potter, please. I am pairing the two of you up this semester.”

FUCK

You screamed in your head, knowing that your face was blushing bright red. Regulus sat down beside you and was dead silent. You peaked at him through your hair. He sat with his hands in front of him on the table. Eventually, you would have to look up at him but right now you didn’t know how quickly that would be.

What if he actually didn’t like you and was just staring because he thought that you were dating Sirius or something? That would be some cruel joke for you. You would be getting all emotionally distraught and downright nervous for no reason.

Dorcas and Marlene’s ripping of Cher lyrics came right back to your head.

Boy, if you want my heart. You gotta take it like a man. Before you fight for us. You gotta show me that you can. So when the lights go dark...I wanna know you understand that if you want my heart you gotta take it like a man...

“You do know how to talk, right?”

Regulus’ voice pulled you from your thoughts. Ah, that’s what his voice sounded like...you loved it already. You couldn’t help but wonder just what the fuck was going on with you? Since when did you get all giddy for some boy that you didn’t know?

You took a deep breath before looking up at Regulus. He looked bored sitting beside you but it looked like his own cheeks were slightly pink.

“Yes, I know how to speak.”

You replied. Regulus anxiously tapped his fingers on the table in front of him.

“Good because it would be one hell of a boring semester if you were mute.”

You automatically frowned.

“I didn’t hear you saying anything.”

Regulus rolled his eyes.

“You’re sassy. Lovely.”

You put your book down in front of you feeling the annoyance build but at the same time, Regulus calling you “sassy” was hilarious.

“You don’t know the half of it.”

You snapped back. A small smile played on his lips. Was he testing your patience or was he trying to get hit with a book the way Sirius did?

“You are friends with my brother aren’t you?”

You nodded.

“We aren’t dating.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

Regulus replied. Internally he was thanking whatever lucky stars that he had shining in his direction. He didn’t have to worry about his older stupid “better looking” brother for once.

“Sorry, that’s usually the first question that most people ask.”

You said, feeling your face flush. Regulus smiled.

“Tell people to mind their own damn business. It works wonders.”

Before you could respond, Professor Slughorn called the class to attention. Both Regulus and yourself turned to face him, ending the conversation that was taking place. You tried to listen to what Slughorn was talking about was busy congratulating yourself on not looking like a total fool.

Boy, will Dorcas and Marlene love this...

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atalho-s · 3 years ago

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Sweet Sugar

2 | Oh this town it's so electric

pairing: tom holland x reader

warnings: swear words, underage drinking (not much tho, nothing descritive and nothing like “Skins” lmao), suggestive scenes in some chapters, not smut!! but minors be aware. Fluff/angst/drama/ Y/n and Tom being stupid teenagers with feelings.

words: 2.5 k

a/n: english it’s not my first language, sorry for any mistake!

Summary: Y/n has always been Harrison’s and Tom’s best friend. Since childhood they’ve always been close, but what happens if after a break up with her first boyfriend, she starts to feel something more about Tom?

PART 2! If you want to read Part 1 click here

Don’t forget to check out the playlist by @petesrparker created for the series! here

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It was almost 7pm on Saturday and I was almost ready to go meet Tom before we went to the party. I had put on a stylish shirt along with a skirt (a little shorter than i usually wore) and a sandal with a medium heel. After finishing doing my outline, I take the bag with the gift and went down the stairs.

The day before I had found something in the mall, a chain with an amber stone as a pendant. The attendant of the store had told me it meant protection and calm, which I thought was perfect to give to Tom as a way to show that I was there to comfort him whenever he needed it.

As soon as I went downstairs my mother was already waiting for me to fill me with accessories (she always complained that I didn't "dress up" properly).

- You look beautiful! - She said putting a bracelet on my wrist and two rings on my fingers.

- Aw, thanks mom!- I said giving a kiss on her cheek. - I have to go, because I'm almost late, I don't know what time I'll be back, probably before midnight.

-Okay, If you need anything calls us and we'll go get you. - She said and I nodded waving to my father who was in the living room. - Give my birthday wishes to Thomas and a hi to Haz for me and take this pie to Nikki. - She handed me a bag with a pot as we walked down the stairs from the front door.

- Okay, bye mom! - I said and waved down the street.

After walking for less than 10 minutes I was in front of Tom's house, took a deep breath, went up the stairs to the entrance and knocked on the door. I heard some screams to open the door from the inside and a "messy hair" Harry wearing striped pajamas answered me.

- It's Y/n! - He yelled to the side. - Come in. - He said as he gave me space and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

- Are you ready to sleep? - I said pointing to his pajamas. - Actually it's time to children to be in bed, you're right. - and Harry stuck out his tongue.

- So funny. Since we're not old enough to go to the party with you guys, me, Sam and Paddy are going to play video games and watch movies, you know, boys night. - He said as if celebrating, putting a fist up.

- Got it. In fact, what I really wanted was to be with you guys watching movies, much better than a party. - I said as we arrived in the kitchen, where Nikki and Sam were preparing cookies.

- I doubt it, I can't wait to go out and have fun at night. Harry said and I shrugged.

- What can I do? I'm a old lady... - I laughed and greeted Nikki and Sam with a hug.

- I wish my children like to stay in home like you. -Nikki spoke as she took the cookie shape out of the oven.

- Well Nikki, I've already tried to get them on the right path, but they're too rebellious.- I said and Harry and Sam giggled. - My mother sent you apple pie. - I put the bag on the counter.

- Yay, your moms apple pie is delicious!- Sam said opening the bag and taking a fork to taste.

- Teenagers....I don't know what I do with these pests anymore.- Nikki said putting her hand on her hip and watching Harry and Sam fight to eat the pie.

- Did I hear pie?- Paddy came into the kitchen greeting me with our handshake, which I taught him since he was practically a baby, Paddy and I had our little bond, I was his defender when the older brothers made fun of him.

He stole Sam's fork and ran off as he and Harry ran after him screaming.

-Oh God…I don't deserve this.- Nikki laughed. - Honey, Tom is there in his room getting ready, if you want to go upstairs.

- Okay, I'll hurry him.- I said and she agreed, laughing. - By the way, you look amazing! I loved your outfit.

- Thank you Nikki! - I thanked going towards the stairs.

Once I got to the top I walked until I reached the end of the hallway where Tom's room was, knocking on the door.

- Tommy? Can I come in? - I asked and heard a "come in!" from the inside.

I opened the door and saw Tom in front of the mirror finishing his hair. He wore a basic white T-shirt and black jeans, along with a black all star with white laces. He looks beautiful, which made me miss a few heartbeats for a moment.

- Did you like it? - He asked turning to me and opening his arms looking at himself and then at me again.

- Perfect! I loved the all star- I said and he smiled.

- You not looking bad yourself either... New skirt? - He said looking me up and down making me feel my cheeks burning.

- It's old, but I've never used it, I left it for special dates.

- I felt honored now- he said and I laughed.

-Hey happy brithday! - I approached and hugged him feeling his delicious and intoxicating perfume. - Best wishes, I hope all your dreams come true. - I said still hugging him tight and closing my eyes feeling him kiss my cheek when we let go.

- Thank you mate, you and Haz are one of the best thinga in my life. - He said and I smiled seeing him smile back, and what a smile... Damn y/n! Stop thinking things that shouldn't be thought!!

-I have a present for you!-I said, delivering my bag in his hands.

- Yay!! - He got excited sitting on the bed to open it like a child on Christmas Day. -Wow!- he said taking the chain out of the box. - It's beautiful... Thank you so much darling, I love it! - and obviously I blushed even more with the pet name. Tom called all the women closest to him darling or love, which was normal, but whenever he said to me, for some reason, I felt a warm feeling in my heart...

- You're welcome Tommy, it's an amber stone to bring you protection and patience.

- Perfect, everything I need - he looked at me - I'll use it right now! It even matched my outifit- he said putting the chain around his neck and winking at me right after.

- I liked it, it looks amazing. - I said looking at him and he hugged me from the side.

- Hey, we have to go if we don't want to be late.- he said getting up and giving me his hand to get up too.

- Right. - I said, following him out of the room and down the stairs behind him.

- Mom? We're already going! - he yelled, taking the keys from the counter and Nicki appeared approaching.

- You two are rocking huh? Both look beautiful! My baby is already so grown... - she said squeezing one of Tom's cheeks making me laugh and he rolled his eyes.

- Mom...

- Okay, go ahead, and don't drink! Especially you young man - she said pointing at Tom with her intimidating finger. - And don't come back too late.

- Okay mom. I'm responsible.

- Yeah... I'm just more relieved, because the Y/n goes too, she's the only sane one of this "impossible trio." - and I made a face of "proud of myself", puffing out my chest.

-Ha-ha, yeah sure...- Tom replied and I hit his arm causing him to rub it pretending he was in pain.

- I'm the oldest and most responsible, Nikki is absolutely right. - I said and Nikki laughed.

- You said like you're very old, but it's only some months... - He start saying and I raised my hand ready to hit him again, making him shrink with fear. - Okay, okay... Now let's go, because we're already too late. - Tom said opening the door letting me through and we waved to Nikki.

We took an uber and arrived in 20 minutes in front of the party. It was a really nice house, Tom’s friend welcome us on the front door and lead us to the backward, into what appeared to be a small wood structure with a big window at the front, but when Tom and I walked in after passing the door, the place was a lot bigger than it looked. It had a lot tables around like a big saloon even with a dance floor and seemed to be very cozy. When we walked in you could hear an indie song playing in the background, which I really liked as it's one of my favorite styles. Passing through the door we already saw some familiar people seated, including Haz.

- Finally! The birthday boy arrived!- Tuwaine, one of the boys' friends, who eventually became mine too, stood up greeting Tom with a hug.

- Thanks mate.- Tom said returning the hug and greeting the rest of the people who were at the table and I went after him greeting them too.

- Good to see you here Y/n! I know you're not a big fan of parties.- Tuwaine said as I sat between him and Haz.

- Well, it’s what we do for friends, right? - I laugh looking at Tom who was talking to some friends from the school.

An hour passed and everyone was drinking and talking happily. Tom sat at the end of the long table a little away from where I was with Haz and Tuwaine, so the 3 of us were talking nonsense and joking together.

Until a group of 4 girls arrived together, one of them I could recognize as being Gracie, a girl from the school, I didn't know her very well, we were classmates, we did math together, but we never talked. And another face I knew well: Meghan. A girl who do theater with the boys and who was everyone's crush. Tom and Haz were always talking about her, but I had never talked to her for a long time, just the times I would meet the boys at the theater, we would say hello and goodbye and that was it. The only thing I knew was that Tom was in love with her since he was a child.

Obviously that made me a little jealous, which was ridiculous, because I didn't even know her very well and even though I felt something different for Tom for the past few months, it wasn't right for me to be jealous, he was my friend, that's all.

The girls approached the table and Tom got up to greet them.

-I'm glad you came!-I heard him say as he kissed Meghan's cheek and hugged the others. I could see Gracie looking in Haz's direction and look away quickly, which made me raise a curious eyebrow.

They sat down and I saw Meghan walking to the bar with Tom as they chatted excitedly. I looked away picking up my glass with a drink I didn't even know what it was anymore, taking a sip. I heard someone approaching and when I looked up I saw Gracie.

- Hi Haz! Good to see you. - She said and I saw Haz turn a little red.

- Good to see you too Gracie!- he said greeting her across the table.

- Do you guys know each other?- I asked looking from one to the other.

- Yes we did English together. - Haz said.

- You are Y/n aren't you? Do we do math together? - Gracie asked.

- Yes we do! Do you know Meghan too?

- Yes, she is a childhood friend of mine, as she said she was coming on Tom's birthday and didn't want to come alone me, Beverly and Paige came to accompany her.

- Got it, do you want to sit with us? - I said pointing to the chair in front of us.

- I wish, but the girls are already asking me to sit with them, we haven't seen each other for a while, you know, don't you want to go sit with us instead? - She said pointing to the other table where the other 3 girls were looking at her, calling her.

- It's a good idea. - Haz said and looked at me and Tuwaine who agreed, getting up.

So Gracie went in the front with Tuwaine behind her and me and Haz got a little further back, where I poked him.

- Why didn't you tell me you had a crush? - I asked like a whisper so that only he could hear me.

- It's not a crush... She's just a nice girl from my class, that's all. - he replied.

- Haz I know you.- I said and he rolled his eyes giggling.

We arrived at the table and stayed there talking and getting to know each other. The girls were really nice and cool, which I ended up getting along really well with them, especially Gracie, which was funny because we did a class together and we never even said hello to each other. In the meantime, Tom and Meghan had already returned from the bar with their drinks, where Meghan ended up finding a way to sit next to Tom at the other table, which I thought was a little weird, but I ignored it.

After a few minutes Tom approached our table.

- Hey guys, we’re going to the dance floor, do you guys want to?- he asked leaning between my chair and Haz.

Everyone ended up agreeing, getting up and following him to the dance floor, where Meghan and a few others at the other table were already dancing. The song Juicebox by The strokes starts playing, and everyone sang loudly. I was a little behind as I hated dancing, but I also joined in the singing, because Strokes was one of my favorite bands.

Soon after, the song Glockenspiel song by D.I.D started to play. We got even more excited and started jumping singing. I saw Haz approach Gracie, which made me smile, they looked cute together. So, I looked around and realized that I was in a corner alone, Tuwaine had already left for the middle of the floor super excited and the other girls were on the other side, talking to Marcos and Julian. I kept looking until I found Tom and Meghan, they were dancing very close and talking talking into each other's ears, laughing.

(Oh this town, it's so electric Since I got the feeling I can't shut down)

I lowered my eyes finding the ground very interesting for a moment, but I couldn't stand it and looked up again.

(Oh this town, it's so electric Since I got the feeling I can't shut down)

Which I regretted, because now they were kissing passionately.

(We are a mess, we are failures and we love it)

I felt my stomach starts to hurt, and my eyes fill with tears. Why did I feel this way? It was ridiculous and immature. Tom had already hooked up with other girls in front of me, why was it different now? Not understanding my feelings, the only thing I did was run away, I went outiside and went to the front of the house, leaving.

Maybe it was the drink? But I sat on a low wall and lowered my head to my knees and started to cry.

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gossip-girl-of-middleearth · 3 years ago

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Hello! I hope this doesn’t make you uncomfy but I was wondering if I could get a bit of advice? From your recent posts, you said you left your home from toxicity and just bad things in general.

I’m in a similar situation, but my dad will be taking me away from my mom. And I just know it’ll be a shit show. And I’m absolutely terrified when we tell her and what the backlash will be afterwards towards my brothers and me and dad in general

How did you do it? How did you take the leap? Do you possibly have any advice on how to deal ?

Hello, friend!! ☀️

Thank you so much for reaching out, it means a lot that you value my advice <3

Hmm, okay from what I can tell of your situation, that is indeed a tricky one, but nothing can’t be overcome!

It’s important to remember, though, I was 19 when I left (now 20), so the way I handled things is going to be a lot different than how a minor can handle things (legally at least, feel free to replicate my insane stunts lmao)

Advice below the cut! (family violence trigger warning, I suppose?)

My entire family was and is extremely volatile, and I don’t speak to any of them anymore except for my older brother, but I’ll be cutting him off in 3 weeks too when I move.

Fortunately, my dad and brother were both kicked out of the house years ago due to violence, which left me with my mother, who’s quite insidious herself (just watch any Conjuring movie and that’ll give a good idea of what it was like living in that house lol)

I get the same feeling watching this scene as when I was around her in that house. Granted she didn’t try to change my gender, but the hatred for my father getting taken out on me is pretty accurate lol, paired with the immediate “motherly love” afterwards (she never hit me though, pleased to say — she wasn’t physically violent, just emotionally, financially, mentally and verbally. She did try to run my dad over once though, so, there’s that too)

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Yikes…yeahh the same eerie feeling for sure, still makes all my hairs stand upright in memory.

(For further context this clip reminds me of my father and this one of my brother)

In the clip about my father, he definitely reminds me of Frank Gallagher, except he despises my mother instead of revering her. He’s a workaholic instead of a drug addict, too. But the mannerisms are the same. I always handled him in the way Fiona does.

Regarding my brother, I think everything about our family hit him the hardest, despite being the oldest. He developed a very violent streak, and has very poor impulse control. I love him dearly but he’s a snake in the grass, and has thrown me under the bus multiple times to get ahead in life. I mostly just pity him, since I know what our life was like growing up. But still, I can’t defend him forever, especially not at the cost of myself. Literally yesterday I woke up to a text from him asking me to come pick him up because he got arrested for starting a fight at a bar and smashing their windows.

When things started getting pretty bad with my mother earlier this year, I started to realise in my heart that there was no way I could go forth in life with her in it. I focused on the future relationships I would have one day when far away from this town — romantic partner, children, friends etc

I sort of realised one day I’d care about them a lot more than I care about my mother, because those future people would care about me. That in turn got me realising that I do deserve love, despite how my mother made me feel, and that I don’t want her to deprive another second of that in my life.

Something very unique that triggered this too was going to go visit an old family psychic, who’s basically just the Gandalf to my Frodo (ily, Chris <3). He very accurately predicted my birth years ago after my mother was told she was infertile — he got the date, year and time right three years in advance, and even knew ahead of time what my personality would be like, which he was spot-on about.

Well, I went and visited him a few months ago because I was lost with my direction, and he ended up pausing and had a sudden feeling, which led to him telling me that he’d just found out I would be having twin boys one day.

Normally I don’t buy into that stuff, but this Gandalf dude…well I knew he was right.

Knowing I’d have sons of my own one day took me from a scared daughter mindset and into a maternal mother bear in an instant, and I knew I didn’t want any children of mine around my mother or the rest of my family, for their safety alone, which made me realise, “Well, if I wouldn’t allow my own children near them, why do I allow myself?”

I started grey-rocking her in the lead-up to me leaving, which of course frustrated her (she’s a malignant narcissist), but it was a necessary step to start emotionally detaching myself from her.

It all bottled over one night after a pretty distressing argument (I had locked myself in my room to avoid it, but she was still at my door carrying on).

My cat, who’s been my best friend for years, was sitting on the floor next to me, and sort of looked up and I swear he spoke with his eyes, saying, “You know we can’t keep doing this, right? You know this abuse has an expiry date?”

I agreed with my cat and knew right then and there that I’d be leaving that night after my mother fell asleep.

Well, when she was finally done (with threats that there’d be more in stock in the morning, mind you) I went to bed early and set my alarm to 3am (was a little inside joke with myself, since that’s biblically the “witching devil hour”)

I started quietly packing my quilt and cat up (I’d already been secretly packing the boot of my car up with all sentimental and important items weeks in advance, except she caught on and took all my baby albums and more to her boyfriend’s house, so I don’t have any baby photos or information on me when I was a baby anymore, like first words, size and just general things I’d have liked to compare to my own kids one day, rip)

Once that was all in my car, I quietly said goodbye to the old family dog and cat (they weren’t mine to take, not that I could’ve anyways, since it was troubling enough taking Buddy, who’s actually my pet and not the family one). That was pretty heartbreaking, as I knew that’d be the last time I’d see them (I grew up with them and was the only one who took care of them — mother neglects kids and pets alike lmao).

Once that was over, I looked around my house with my hand on the front door and was very melancholy, but knew Buddy was right: it had all reached its expiry date.

I left very quietly and drove to McDonalds for a coffee, as I had a long drive ahead (I had organised to be a nanny in this rich family’s house far away in the city — two hours drive). Luckily they were away on their country farm 4 hours away, so I had time to sneak Buddy in.

The nanny thing recently backfired horribly because they discovered Buddy, which led to more AM escapes with my car, but I’m staying with my older brother and his gf for 3 more weeks only. Something I’ve been working towards for months now is moving to a wilderness island to live in my country’s equivalent of Bag End — a beautiful country cottage, amazing job and fantastic study opportunities.

Best feature yet: it’s 60 hours away from my hometown by car, and then you’d have to take a boat for 10 more hours!! They shall never find me hahaha

One of my friends has also told me recently that my mother has started spreading horrible, defamatory rumours about me around town, but I don’t care anymore because I’m almost out.

So, although I can’t offer any practical advice (idk if you’re a minor or not, but regardless it’s great your dad is helping you!) this is the best advice I can offer:

Find a dream and hold onto it, one that doesn’t involve your immediate family. For me it’s moving to that island and enjoying all the fresh air. It’ll push you forwards and remind you of what you’re fighting for when at your lowest.

Remind yourself there will be other people in your life, whether a spouse, friends, children or even a dog! (I’m getting a golden retriever next year 🐾) And then remember that you deserve all of them and the unconditional love they offer you.

Remember that if you don’t want your mother/family screwing those people over by proxy of her/their relationship to you, then there’s no way in hell you alone should put up with it either, as I guarantee those future people only want good things for you ☀️

There is a good life after abuse, I’ve seen it, and I know you can achieve it, too!

Be prepared for tons of backlash and bullshit — it’s inescapable when dealing with people like this, but I recommend educating yourself on narcissistic parents and tactics to deal with them.

Finding a good therapist who deals in PTSD regarding childhood abuse is important, too. I found an amazing one in the town I’m moving to, who had nearly the same upbringing as me!

So while I’m still struggling with a lot of fear (scared my mother will find where I’m working and living one day) and guilt (I feel horrible about leaving the family dog and cat behind, especially when they need veterinary help, only to then go and get myself another puppy) I understand I’ve done the best I can in a very abnormal situation, and that I can only do better from here.

Also, this song has been a saving grace when going all angsty over wanting to leave your current situation:

It’s from my favourite Broadway Musical, “Newsies”, and lemme tell you — discovering this as a 17-year-old when I was just starting to realise the severity of my situation was pure divinity.

Jeremy Jordan, my beloved Broadway Bard <3

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When I finally get my cottage, I’m getting a wooden plaque with the name “Santa Fe” engraved on it, and am hanging it on my front door.

I wish you much luck and love, my little anonymous friend! And please know my inbox is open any time you need anything — vent, advice, a laugh or something else, ANYTHING, it feels good to know my past can maybe help someone else’s present ☀️

Please update me, too! I’m following your story along ardently now! (Also, be sure to take your sentimental items and store them somewhere safe away from your mother — ie baby albums, birth certificates, other paraphernalia/memorabilia etc).

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must hit the road. DESTINY AWAITS!

#ahh yes #Newsies my beloved <3 #and bless my family Gandalf #I’m gonna send him a gift next year from the small country town I’m moving to for his birthday as a thanks #also I’m torn between naming the golden retriever ‘Jaskier/Dandelion’ or ‘Glorfindel/Glorfy’ now #so happy that’ll soon be my only dilemma in life <33

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jjk-biased · 4 years ago

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yoongi x reader

requested by @ughtear ( Hi! I was just able to see your post and I was wondering if I could request prompt 3+1 (three times he proposes and the one time you say yes) with Yoongi? The idea of it makes me so soft! Also, I’m new at requesting so I don’t know what format is 🥺)

genre: fluff

words: 1.8k of cute stuff!!

synopsis: 3+1 (Three times Yoongi proposes and the one time you say yes)

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Kindergarten was such a hassle for young Yoongi. Coloring within the lines and connecting the dots were too exhausting and all he wanted was for nap time to come. He should be at home sleeping with his blanket in hand. Hatred for school aside, Yoongi wasn’t very social. He was a shy boy who would rather listen to some tunes even if he didn’t understand the lyrics that well.

Well, he couldn’t exactly hate school.

There was this girl who always approached him, someone he could say was his friend. During recess, when the noisy kids stumble their way towards the outside, he could be seen sluggishly lagging behind as he talks (well, listens) to this girl in messy pigtails and pink overalls share her entire life story.

Y/N Y/L/N.

You were a very cheerful kid who, despite the very young age, could easily detect and adapt to people’s attitudes. Unlike the ever-bratty Sohee who cried because Yoongi wasn’t giving her the compliments she wanted about her new Sailor Moon bag from mommy or the annoying Taka who demanded he play heroes with Yoongi, you knew your limits.

Whatever that meant to two toddlers.

Yoongi liked you the most. You were a fun person to be with. You would let him nap when he wanted to and you always gave him the dog stickers from the prizes you get for being a good kid. You would give him some of your snacks (except for the juice boxes, he knew you loved those so much) and would wait for him when recess starts.

So one day, little Yoongi asked his parents what it meant to like a friend so much and what he should do about it (well of course, he messily relayed his story because he would get off track and tell them about the dog he saw). His dad wanted to poke fun and tell him something he didn’t understand anyway.

“What’s marriage?”

“Well, Yoongi, it’s when you like your friend so much that you want to be friends with them for life!” His dad replied, earning a smack on the head from his mother because that was wrong on many levels.

“I’m gonna marriage n/n!!” Little Yoongi cheered, or rather grinned but that was already the most he could express before going back to watching his favorite show.

The next day, without his mother knowing, Yoongi’s father told him to give you flowers if he wanted to “marriage” you. Yoongi giggled as he pocketed the little rose that his dad handed over before skipping to school.

He liked being friends with you so much that he wanted to “marriage” you. But he wasn’t expecting the news he’d received that day.

You had to move to Seoul with your father after your parents separated, leaving little Yoongi in Daegu with a crumpled little rose.

The next time he saw you was in high school. Obviously, you weren’t the messy pigtails and pink overalls n/n anymore but that was the latest memory of you that Yoongi could remember. To see you, nimbly looking at your fingers as the teacher introduced you to the class as the transferee -- it overwhelmed him. A good kind of overwhelming he supposed.

But with Yoongi being Yoongi, he didn’t want to approach you first. For all he knew, you could’ve forgotten the little Yoongi who usually wore blue shirts and loved dogs. He wanted to approach you, he really does, but with his reputation as one of the quiet basketball players of Daegu High and the possibility of you being questioned by his so-called fans, he couldn’t.

To his surprise, you approached him the same way you did when you were little. With a “Is that you Yoon?” from you and a rare gummy smile from him, the two best friends were once again joined by the hip.

“I can’t believe Min ‘I hate moving’ Yoongi is a basketball player,” You snorted, staying close to your only friend in your high school as he goes to the gym.

“Well I can’t believe Y/L/N ‘I’m never taking my pigtails off’ Y/N isn’t wearing pigtails anymore,” Yoongi replied, chuckling a bit at your embarrassment.

“Sh-Shut up!”

Your friendship was easily built again, it was stronger even. You didn’t mind the occasional “You’re my love rival but Yoongi will be mine” declarations that you got once a week (surprisingly, more than half of the female population loved the quiet, basket-ball loving types. )

They should see Yoongi in a pet store, you snickered.

“Hey! Why are you laughing at me?! You think you’re better than me!?”

Ah right… You forgot… Sohee, you remembered her as the girl who seemed to like Yoongi in kindergarten, was also issuing a “love war” with you for your best friend’s heart.

“Not really, darling. I just think you’re stupid… But you didn’t hear that from me,” You cackled just as Yoongi arrived to get your ass out of there.

That morning aside, the school had finally opened their festival. Your class prepared a cafe-like service where everyone cosplayed (you had no say in it) and you were sadly and unwillingly put in a maid costume. Perhaps it was karma for calling Sohee stupid. Yoongi got lucky and was just put in a simple prince costume.

“I don’t think this is fair,” You sighed, tugging at your skirt so it could cover more skin. Yoongi grunted, somehow also unhappy that he had to dress up as some lame ass prince.

“Stop whining, short-stack. At least your legs are covered. Now let’s go around to check the other booths,” You huffed, dragging a reluctant Yoongi around.

Maybe you shouldn’t have done that.

Class 3-A and 3-B somehow agreed to combine their booths. It would’ve been a harmonious unification had their booths been something other than the ones they had: A marriage and a jail booth.

The little shits changed their rules and made it into something you thought was so funny. Some idiots from 3-B would “jail” and handcuff you to some poor victim that would also get caught and from there, you had two choices: pay 5,000 won to be set free or get married for only 500won. It was genius and you would’ve made a lot of moola because you’re also a little shit. But you were one of the victims. Fuck.

So here you were now, being dragged by Taka, another someone from your childhood, to 3-A’s marriage booth for your very unfortunate fate.

“Why is she alone, you idiot? You gotta handcuff two people for it to work,” 3-A’s president chided upon noticing you were the only one handcuffed. Luckily, Yoongi trailed along (to laugh at you or use this as blackmail, you weren’t sure). He seemed so ticked off when Taka dragged you though.

“Well,” Taka smirked as he raised his free arm, “it can always be me.”

Horrified at his very forward advances, you cringed and silently cried for Yoongi’s help. Before you could voice out your dislike, however, Yoongi had already pulled you from Taka’s hold.

“Marry me, Y/N.”

Your face immediately turned into different shades of red. You were too speechless to even respond to him shoving Taka away and handcuffing himself to you. Some of the people who were in 3-A’s room gasped because even they couldn’t believe that this was happening. Yoongi was nervous, it was embarrassing after all, but it wasn’t obvious in any way. You were about to give him his answer but then...

“NO!!”

Sohee crashed the wedding before it could even start and 3-A’s president let you guys go as an apology for the commotion.

You couldn’t forget that day… especially when you almost answered yes.

Perhaps it was inevitable. Your friends and their mothers seem to have already known what was ahead before you two got there. But eventually, you and Yoongi got together. You already knew he wanted to pursue a music career and were more than supportive when he decided to sign under a small company named BigHit.

While together, you two worked your best to pay your rent and debts. You two ran away from Daegu after none of your parents approved of your career choices, with him and his dream to be a producer and you and your dream of arts. It was hard having to leave your comfortable life in your little hometown but having Yoongi with you helped a lot.

A few years later, your boyfriend (now changed into the rapper and producer of the idol group BTS) found out that his company loosened its strict ban on dating and he was finally able to introduce you to his friends. (though they knew Yoongi had someone in his heart, they were never able to put a face to it)

Your favorite member (shh don’t tell anyone) had to be Hoseok. He can easily lift everyone’s spirits up and he displayed so much warmth when Yoongi introduced you to the guys.

There was a reason why Hoseok was so easy to hang out with. He was the first to know that Yoongi had someone in his life and would often come to him when he wanted to talk about you (there were times he was so excited about you that he wanted to tell everyone,,, thankfully he had hobi to talk to). So it was like Hoseok already knew you before he could meet you. Because of that, Hoseok was the middleman. The person who would be the voice of reason if you two fought. You also went to Hoseok about Yoongi, especially because you still weren’t allowed to tell the world that you were with Min “BTS’ Rapper and Producer” Yoongi.

Hoseok was also the first one to know when Yoongi had plans of proposing. He was aware of your history and would always laugh whenever you’d describe a jealous high schooler Yoongi yanking you away from some random named Taka.

It had to be one of the most painful things for Hoseok when he was told to keep quiet of the surprise. He was bubbling with excitement that day and was mirroring Yoongi’s eagerness to finally ask you the question you’ve been denied of answering since.

After a simple dinner out, you both decided to walk in a quiet park (it was quite late so no one was around). Yoongi inhaled, unconsciously gripping your hand quite tightly, and looked for the velvet box with his other.

You stopped at some point to gaze at the comforting contrast of the night with the city lights but you felt Yoongi halt in his tracks so you turned around.

There he was, one knee on the ground as he grinned that gummy smile of his that you’ll never get tired seeing, with the question you’ve been wanting to answer for your whole life.

“Will you marry me, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

It took Yoongi three times to propose to you, and he wouldn’t want it any other way.

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juliandev0rak · 3 years ago

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Into The Wild

Chapter 2: Larkspur

✧ Into The Wild Series ✧ playlist ✧

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Willa’s first week at Camp Vesuvia passes in a blur, with new campers arriving every day from all over the country there’s hardly a chance to catch her breath.

The days rush by with routine activities, but Willa finds that she loves waking with the sun and all of the hustle and bustle of camp life. From the moment she wakes up, there are a million things to do. First thing in the morning she reports to the kitchen to help set up for breakfast, then she rushes over to the arts and crafts cabin to set up for daily activities. By the time she’s returned, breakfast is nearly over and she has about five minutes to scarf down some food before rushing back to do activities for the first round of campers.

The arts and crafts cabin is where Willa spends most of her day. She’s been trying to find an art teaching job for years, working a variety of part time jobs as a barista in the mean time. Camp Vesuvia is a dream come true, she gets to do art all day and she’s finally doing something she cares about.

Though her day consists of more “Don’t put that popsicle stick up your nose!” and “Don’t eat the paint!” than she’d imagined, she’s begun to love the campers who visit her frequently. A small group of campers come for her art activities every day and she’s started to befriend a few of them. One camper even painted a portrait of her, she has it hung up on her bedroom wall and it makes her smile every time she sees it.

Willa’s favorite activity to teach is landscape painting. She takes the campers outside by the lake or in the fields where wildflowers grow, and tells them to paint what they see. With only washable non-toxic paints the kids have surprised her with their talent to capture the beautiful scenes of the nature around them.

She walks through the groups of campers as they paint, offering encouragement or advice, a bit of darker green there as a shadow, an extra flower petal added for symmetry, and watches as the kids bloom into artists before her very eyes. Even the ones who say they “can’t do art” manage to have fun, and that’s what art is if you ask Willa— having fun.

One afternoon as Willa is cleaning up a paint spill, someone taps her on the shoulder. She turns to find one of the girls who comes back to the art cabin every day looking at her. The girl is a returner, a camper who comes back to Camp Vesuvia every year.

“This is for you,” the girl says, holding out a small sparkly piece of paper. Willa takes it from her, surprised to find a pink smiley face sticker similar to the one she’d seen on Asra’s name tag. “We only give these to the counselors we really like,” the girl whispers, giving Willa a shy smile. Willa accepts the smiley face sticker as a badge of honor and sticks it proudly to her name tag. She really is fitting in here.

After dinner there's always a campfire and s’mores, which is arguably Willa’s favorite part about camp. As the sun sets, the stars come out and the world begins to feel more magical. She hadn't realized how much she missed the stars while she was living in the city. Her childhood had been full of nights like this, huddled around a campfire with her siblings and staring up at the sky.

As a counselor, it’s her job to make sure the campers stay a safe distance from the fire and to help the kitchen staff pass out marshmallows. When she’s done, she usually sits next to Asra and listens to him joke with the campers as she eats toasted marshmallows, most of which she accidentally burns. As she spends nights talking and laughing and handing out napkins to chocolate covered campers, Willa begins to realize that the empty, searching feeling she’s had for years might finally be going away.

In the middle of the campfire one evening, Portia calls her name to get her attention, beckoning her over to the kitchen. “Willa, can you take this garbage to the dumpster for me? It’s just through those trees over there.”

“Sure thing, I’m on it.” Willa accepts the heavy trash bag with a smile, hefting it over her shoulder.

The sounds of the campers and the light of the fire fades behind her as she heads towards the treeline. The sun has nearly set and it’s much darker in the woods, Willa realizes that she probably should’ve brought a flashlight. It takes her a minute to find the dumpster, and when she does she sets the garbage bag down and struggles with the anti-bear latch on the top.

“Stupid—latch—why won’t you open,” she mutters, resiting the urge to curse at it in case any campers are within hearing range.

A shuffling noise startles her and Willa whirls around to see a black bear cub pawing at the garbage bag she’d set down. She stifles a gasp and takes a step backwards, trying to remember how you’re supposed to handle bears. Is she meant to keep quiet and sneak away, or should she be loud to scare it off? This is only a cub, but no doubt its mother is nearby.

An even louder noise from her left draws her attention and Willa holds her breath, praying that a giant, mother bear isn’t about to emerge. A figure approaches through the trees and in the dim lighting she can’t make out what it is. She takes another step back, preparing to run back to camp if she has to. Whatever is approaching seems to be making a strange noise, it almost sounds like two sticks being hit together and Willa turns towards the trees to hear it better.

The first figure to emerge is a large wolf and Willa yelps as she takes yet another step back. First a bear and now a wolf? Luckily, the wolf looks calm enough, it takes a step towards her in interest but doesn’t seem immediately intent on eating her. The strange noise continues as the other figure steps out and Willa exhales in relief when she sees that it’s just the park ranger, Muriel.

He doesn’t look at her as he approaches the bear cub, and as Willa had thought, he's hitting two sticks together. The loud noise catches the bear’s attention and it scampers off, back into the woods in the direction Muriel had come from. As soon as the bear disappears, he wheels around to face her.

“What were you thinking? Why did you just stand there?” he asks, his voice gruff.

“I was trying to remember what you’re supposed to do if you see a bear!” Willa folds her arms defensively and meets his eyes, determined not to be the first to look away. Muriel returns her stare for a moment, then sighs and throws the sticks on the ground.

The wolf moves forward to sniff her hand and Willa lets it, not afraid now that she knows the animal means no harm. The wolf begins to lick her and Willa laughs, taken aback by its friendly behavior. “Well aren’t you just the cutest! I’ve never met a wolf before!”

“Inanna, come here,” Muriel calls, and the wolf gives her one more lick on the hand before trotting back over to his side.

“Is she yours?” Willa asks, trying to be subtle as she wipes wolf slobber onto her jeans.

“She’s a wolf, she’s not mine,” he clarifies, giving Inanna a pat between the ears.

“Thanks for your help! Nadia said there have been bear sightings in the area, I just didn’t think I’d actually see one.”

Muriel doesn’t reply and instead picks up the garbage bag to toss it into the dumpster. It takes him mere seconds to get the anti-bear latch open and Willa laughs, drawing his attention back to her.

“You made that look easy, I guess those latches are Willa-proof too!” Willa jokes. Muriel looks at her a bit blankly, the joke missing it’s mark, and she coughs awkwardly to fill the silence.

“If you see a bear again don’t freeze like that, make a lot of noise to scare it off.” His eyes are glued to the trees as he talks, and Willa notices that he’s got his hands shoved into his pockets as if he’s cold. It is rather chilly at night, Willa is wearing a jacket and a knitted scarf and still feels the cold. She decides she wants to knit something for him, it’s the least she can do after he’d saved her from a bear.

Willa takes a step closer and bends down to pet Inanna. The wolf nearly knocks Willa over in her excitement to get her ears scratched and Willa laughs as she takes a seat on the ground. Innana lays down next to her, tail wagging. Muriel looks startled at Willa’s closer proximity but doesn’t move away.

“You should keep your distance.”

“From you or from the wildlife?” Willa asks, looking up at him with a grin.

“Both.”

Willa gives Inanna one last pat and stands back up. She glances up at Muriel and turns her head to the side as she looks him up and down. “Hmm, you don’t look very dangerous to me. In fact, I’d say you look pretty nice.”

Muriel’s expression is startled, and she’s pretty sure he’s blushing under her scrutiny. “Nice?” “Yes, nice! You have a friendly face,” Willa says, resisting the urge to poke his cheek with her finger to punctuate her point. She doesn’t think he’d take well to spontaneous physical gestures.

“I don’t think anyone has ever said that about me before.” Muriel shakes his head in disbelief, his tone somewhere between confusion and surprise.

“Well it’s true.”

“You’re weird.”

“Thank you,” Willa laughs, the sound turning into a snort, “I’ll take that as a compliment.” “Yes, definitely weird,” he mutters, shaking his head again, “But you have a… friendly face… too. I guess.” “Thank you,” Willa beams at the compliment.

Muriel moves his hand out of his pocket and pulls a flashlight out. “You should get back, it’s not safe out here.”

“I can take care of myself,” Willa grumbles, she hates to be underestimated.

“I never said you couldn’t, it’s not safe for anyone to be out alone at night.” Muriel holds the flashlight out to her, “Here, take this with you. So you don’t trip or anything.”

“Are you sure you don’t need it?” She takes the flashlight from him, and his hand dissapears back into his pocket the moment she’s taken it.

“I know my way back.”

“Alrighty then, I guess I’ll be going.” Willa takes a step to the left towards where she thinks the camp is. She turns over her shoulder to smile at Muriel, “Thanks again for the whole saving me from a bear thing.”

Muriel simply nods and watches her start to walk away. “You’re going the wrong way,” he calls. She looks up at him in surprise and he points off to the right, the correct direction. He almost looks like he’s amused, but Willa decides that’s probably a trick of the light.

“Right, of course. I totally knew that,” she blushes, thankful for the darkness of the woods. She turns the flashlight on and walks to the right, giving Muriel one last glance as she passes. “You know you can join us if you want, at the campfire I mean. I’ve heard you’re good at roasting marshmallows.”

“No.” Muriel frowns at her and her smile drops.

“Maybe another time then?” she suggests, not sure why she’s so disappointed at his answer.

“Maybe.”

“Goodnight, Muriel.” She gives him a little wave with her free hand and begins the walk back to camp, hoping nobody has noticed her disappearance.

Muriel remains silent as he watches her walk back to camp. When he’s sure she’s on the right path he heads back into the woods with Inanna at his side.

“Goodnight, Willa,” he says, though she’s too far away to hear him.

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#chapter 2!!!#i am currently driving through the middle of nowhere praying to the tumblr gods that this will post sdfskdj #my google search history after this chapter: how to scare away bears #pretty sure muriel's advice is accurate but don't hold me responsible if you meet an angry bear lol #willa wednesday #willa clary #apprentice willa #milla #muriel the arcana

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apenapaperandadoofus · 4 years ago

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25+Saeyoung 👀

YEAHHHHHH here's a fun fact:

My mother loved this song from Tarzan, and one day I was just listening to random childhood nostalgia songs and this came on and I just startd crying, istg and while I was walking my mother was in the background like "Amanda what the fuck, come eat dinner before I beat yo ass"

Please feel free to listen to this cover while you read! This is mostly sung through MC's perspective btw

You'll be in my heart (Saeyoung x MC)

Come stop your crying

It will be alright

Just take my hand

Hold it tight

I will protect you

From all around you

I will be here

Don't you cry

You woke up to a pained sobbed beside you.

Saeyoung.

He squirmed in his sleep and let out small whimpers. Slowly, you shook his shoulder and whispered for him to wake up. He sat up and opened his eyes, alert, looking around the room, and once his eyes landed on you he relaxed.

You grabbed his hand. "Bad dream?"

"Sadly yes. You'd think I'd stop having those after all these years." He chuckled.

You leaned beside him and kissed his shoulder. "It's alright Saeyoung. I'm with you now, and you can let it all go."

For one so small

You seem so strong

My arms will hold you

Keep you safe and warm

This bond between us

Can't be broken

I will be here don't you cry

Saeyoung sat quietly for a minute, and then he grabbed your waist and pulled you towards him, shaking. "Thank you." He whispered, and you held him tight as he sobbed, reassuring him that now everything was alright, and that now, you were together.

That moment, in your arms, he felt so small, so fragile. Your heart clenched at the thought of everything he went through.

You ran your hands through his hair.

"I love you so much Saeyoung. Everything is alright now."

'Cause you'll be in my heart

Yes, you'll be in my heart

From this day on

Now and forever more

You walked together around the festival, a C&R event that both Jumin and Saeyoung had worked on yo raise funds for charities that helped children that were in abusive households.

Saeyoung held your hand as he led you around the fair, giving you a tour around the place. Saeran was nearby eating cotton candy with Yoosung, who has chatting excitedly about something.

The two of you laughed as you got on all the rides, and you even got Saeyoung a cat he wanted from one of the games. It was an absolutely perfect day.

'Cause you'll be in my heart

Yes, you'll be in my heart

From this day on

Now and forever more

Oh, you'll be in my heart

No matter what they say

You'll be here in my heart always

You held each other in a tight embrace that night, the covers against your bare skin. Saeyoung kept giving you lazy kisses on your neck, your chest, while you sighed happily.

"Hey Saeyoung, stop breathing against my neck, it tickles." You said.

Saeyoung smirked against your skin. "Oh really? What happens if instead I blow like this?"

You let out a shriek as Saeyoung blew cold air against your neck, and then gasped as he suddenly grabbed you and started tickling your side.

"HAHA SAE-SAEYOUNG I-I CAN'T, STOP IT, HAHAHA, WE- WE'RE GOING TO WAKE SAERAN UP- EEEK!!!"

"No way! Now there's no escape from 707 Defender of Justice!! I'll tickle you until I feel like stopping!"

You let out another shriek as he pinned you down and tickled you even more.

Then he stopped and smiled lovingly.

You curiously looked up at him, the room's mood suddenly shifting from playful to serious in just a few seconds.

"Saeyoung?" You asked, and he chuckled as he collapsed, crushing you.

"HEY SAEYOUNG!!! WHAT-"

"I love you with all my being. I adore you, I will do anything for you. I....I've never felt this way before, and I'm not really sure how...how exactly to act most of the time. But what I do know...is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you MC."

Don't listen to them

'Cause what do they know

We need each other

To have, to hold

They'll see in time

I know

When destiny calls you

You must be strong

I may not be with you

But you got to hold on

They'll see in time

I know

Saeyoung shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying to take steady breaths. At one point Saeran gently punched him in the shoulder, startling his brother.

"Oi stop it. You look as if you're about to run away due to fear."

Saeyoung gulped nervously beside his brother. "W-well I'm just, I-I don't know how to act exactly...Saeran I've been scared of this all my life."

"Of commitment? C'mon Saeyoung stop being an idiot, MC is clearly in love with you, you are clearly in love with them."

"But what if-"

"Shut up, the ceremony is starting." Then, Saeran gently pet Saeyoung's shoulder and with a slight blush to his cheeks he said. "I'm happy for you both. I...uhm....I really wish you the best. And I'm sure you'll always be together."

Saeyoung smiled as he looked at his brother, and then, just like every other guest in the room, he gasped as soon as his eyes laid on you.

You looked so beautiful.

He immediately felt his eyes water, and he smiled at you.

You made your way towards the altar and grabbed his hands tightly. Saeyoung kissed them and sobbed, his smile getting wider and wider.

.....

"You may now kiss your-"

"YUP!" Saeyoun interrupted the pastor and quickly grabbed you by the waist and dipped you, kissing you passionately making the guests laugh, cry, (and both Saeran and Yoosung to roll their eyes.)

The whole ceremony was a success, the two of you were now happily married!

'Cause you'll be in my heart

Believe me, you'll be in my heart

From this day on

Now and forever more

You held each other close as you made your way along the dance floor. Saeyoung couldn't help the big smile on his face as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"I love you." He whispered, and you smiled back.

"I love you too, Saeyoung Choi."

"I can't believe it.... we're finally married."

"We are. And I couldn't be happier."

"MC....You changed my life. You've...you've done so much for me, for everyone in the RFA. Thank you. I'm so lucky to be with someone like you. I promise I will cherish you forever and that I'll never leave you, from now on, I promise that I'll spend the rest of my time by your side. I'm so happy....I never thought this day would come and I...I seriously love you so much. I swear I'll always protect you, I will do anything for you, I would even-"

You cupped his check and gave him a chaste kiss, making Saeyoung blush.

"Me too Saeyoung. I promise I will protect you too. From now on, it's just the two of us, keeping each other safe, alright? We'll be together forever. I love you."

Saeyoung smirked and kissed you back. "You now have my heart."

"And you mine..."

"MC, no matter what, you'll always be in my heart. In fact, you've buried yourself so deep into it that I'm sure no amount of brute force could get you out. Not that I want that of course."

You laughed and Saeyoung spun you around.

A new phase in your life was now beginning, and you were ready to see it to the end with the love of your life.

Yes, you'll be in my heart

No matter what they say

You'll be here in my heart always

Alway, always...

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #mysme #saeyoung fluff #seven mysme #yoosung kim #saeran choi #choi bois

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the-melting-world · 4 years ago

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The Empress | Side B: “The Wolves”

Art by @markmefistov

~ In which a humble gardener looks for answers…

The Trio Appearances: Kipling | Khleo | Ozy

Arcana LI appearances: Asra | Nadia | Muriel

Track Origins: “The Wolves” by Ben Howard

Not sure if this is the right track? The full album can be found here: The Empress

cw: none

~ 1.7k words

Asra and Kipling go to the palace library to see if there are any books on grey magic. They agree to meet Nadia for tea afterwards.

Kipling had a feeling that this visit to the library was going to be a lost cause. And she was right. The gardener didn’t know how long she and Asra sat in silence, leafing through tome after dusty tome under the soft lamplight.

“There’s nothing here, Asra,” Kip huffed. She didn’t want to give up, but she thought it would be best to save herself the disappointment of going through the whole damn library.

Asra dogeared the page of the book he was holding before setting it off to the side and scooting a little closer to Kipling. He brushed a swirl of curls off her shoulder and pressed his forehead against it.

“Kip, come on. Don’t give up now. We can keep looking as long as we need to. There’s bound to be something.”

Kip shook her head. “Asra, no. There’s not even anything that mentions or even hints at the existence of grey magic. And I know exactly why.”

Asra lifted his head. Kipling wanted to gaze into his purple eyes and just let herself get lost in them. But what good would that do? It wouldn’t make her problems go away.

“Why?” The magician asked.

Kip sighed. “There were families on my island who had a lot of money, a lot of power, and a lot of sway over… too many things. They took away all of our records of magic. They employed our finest professors so that upcoming umbras only had the dying elders to rely on. They banned umbras from going to school with the other kids. There was a monastery on a hill where we were all contained.” Tears threatened to spill over as Kipling kept going. “We were only allowed to come down on certain days. We couldn’t stay for long at the market or the festivals or anywhere. Not even the beach…”

Asra tried to wrap his arms around her, but the gardener pressed a hand to his chest.

Asra held her hand instead. “Kip… did no one try to stop this?”

Kip exhaled slowly. “It happened slowly over decades until it was just normal. The people responsible feared umbras enough to cut us off from everything and make sure our magic did not grow beyond that hill.”

Asra waited while Kip insisted on wiping her own eyes. “So when I tell you that there’s nothing about us or our magic outside of the Melting World, I mean it.”

Kip could tell Asra wanted to comfort her. She could feel his concern morphing into waves of anxiety. How long would it have to be this way, Kipling wondered. She and Asra seemed to be in this constant state of worry and confusion regarding her magic. When was it going to stop? When would they be allowed to go back to normal?

“Come on,” Kip whispered, putting those thoughts to rest. “Nadia must be waiting on us with tea by now.”

Kipling walked with Asra hand in hand to the parlor where the Countess served tea and entertained small groups of guests. When they entered, Kip squeezed Asra’s hand before letting go to greet Nadia. The gardener found it a little surprising that the Countess was already at the door.

Kipling came forward, perhaps a bit too quickly, to embrace her tall, statuesque friend. But Nadia, ever understanding and perceptive, warmly welcomed Kip and absorbed all of the weight behind her burdened breaths.

While they were still hugging, Nadia said, “Kipling, Asra? There is someone here that I want you to meet.”

Kipling withdrew and looked up at Nadia in uncertainty.

Her smile was tentative, but still warm. “He arrived unexpectedly. Usually, I wouldn’t permit someone to interrupt the time that I’ve set aside for us, but this man says that he has access to information on grey magic, which I know is something that you, Kipling, have been searching for.”

Kipling’s chest constricted with a sudden, uncomfortable heat. An Elder? Could it be possible that someone from her homeland traveled all the way here?

When Kipling was ready, Nadia guided her and Asra to where the tea was set up. All the while, Kip’s mind raced. Her chest thundered with anticipation.

“Kipling, Asra, I would like to introduce…”

Kipling couldn’t take another step. She saw the back of someone’s head. It could have been anyone. But then they turned.

No.

Then they stood up.

“An ambassador from the Republic of Floating Isles and an expert in grey magic.”

Kipling took in the long, bejeweled dreadlocks, one of which was starkly white against the rest. The visitor had warm brown skin like hers and a murky green gaze that felt too excitable, too clever for this world.

“Oz’mandias Sese Mar XIV.”

And that scar. Straight across the bridge of his nose. A jagged brushstroke over his handsome face.

Nadia chuckled, “Did I get all of that correct, Oz?”

The very same scar that Kipling gave him ten years ago.

“Yes!” Ozy said without looking in her direction. “That’s how you say my name.” His eyes never left Kipling’s.

“Ozy?”

Kipling barely realized she had spoken. She had no idea what kind of reaction Asra and Nadia were having right then. All she could focus on was the boy – no. The man now – from her childhood. How time had matured his features, and yet kept everything that made him the smartest, most talented grey mage she knew. The differences sent Kipling’s mind in a tailspin.

How could Ozy just look at her like that? With just as much fondness and warmth as he did on the first day they met. How was it possible? After what she did? After the things she said?

“Kipling?” Nadia must have finally noticed. “Do you two know each other?”

Ozy’s gaze dropped in what Kipling knew was uncertainty. He hadn’t told the Countess.

Asra’s hands were on Kip’s shoulders. She knew he wanted so desperately to protect her, but he didn’t know how and he didn’t know what from.

“Nadia,” Kipling’s eyes were wet, “Ozy is my cousin.”

Ozy looked up suddenly. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting Kipling to say those words. And just as suddenly as his hazel eyes locked with hers, Kip’s sight became overwhelmed by water. Her entire body in fact. Another portal had opened without her permission. Once again her emotions had wrenched open a hole in the fabric of reality.

Only this time, she wasn’t asleep.

***

Please let this be a dream. Please let me be dreaming. Please…

Kipling opened her eyes to the sound of someone humming. She saw grass first, then flowers. Daisies. She rolled over and saw endless pink and blue sky.

The humming grew louder.

Kipling sat up and looked around for the source. Across an uneven blanket of hills and daisies, she saw a figure kneeling in the flowers, their back turned to her. Kipling started to get up, but she didn’t need to. Some strange gravity pulled her closer, as if she were riding along an unseen belt.

The humming grew. More figures came into focus. The one kneeling was petting something in their lap. That something was a body. Relaxed and half stretched out on the flowers, their head resting on the leg of the first.

Kipling blinked. It couldn’t be.

The one horizontal, being stroked by the other, had brown curls that looked dipped in gold dust. Daisies and poppies and baby’s breath scattered about them, catching the light. The head turned to soak up more of that light on their face. Kipling’s heart skipped at the glimpse of their cheek. Their freckled cheek.

“Khleo?” Kip wondered out loud.

She wondered… and yet she doubted. Kipling looked harder, realizing that body didn’t belong to Khleo. It wasn’t long enough, echoing Kip’s shape more than what she remembered of her friend. And this person’s arms…

Kip stood up this time. She needed to get a closer look.

“Khleo? Can you hear me?”

The one kneeling looked up. The face of a woman and a lion – Kipling wasn’t sure how it was possible.

You broke a lot of things.

The woman, the lion, the sphinx stood up slowly, lowering Khleo’s head off her lap as she did so. She blocked Kip’s path to her best friend.

You broke things. You came from broken things. Beautiful things. All around you. All broken.

Kipling didn’t want to look at this creature that just kept getting bigger and scarier and breathing hotly against her face.

And now you expect to touch?

The hum from before was a roar now. The woman’s maw was so sharp and closing fast.

You will not come here and touch my things. I will not let you. They are mine and they are too beautiful for you to break!

Kipling screamed.

The roar drowned out into a gargle as gallons of seawater rushed in from all sides. Kipling yelped as she was tackled to the left, out of the path of the charging lion. The tunnel of water warped her surroundings. She was leaving that place with the lioness and all the other beautiful things that Kipling wasn’t allowed to touch.

The slap of zero gravity pulled Kipling back to her senses. It was short-lived and soon she was back in the Countess’ tea parlor, holding on tightly to her savior. She didn’t hear Nadia or Asra, so she assumed she and Ozy were alone.

“Ozy?” Kip forced herself to lean back some and look up at him. She couldn’t believe it. He was still not angry with her.

“So you met Strength? Funny that portal took you there.”

Kip shook her head. “A Major Arcana?”

Ozy smiled gently. “Yes. Khleo’s. Strength can be very uh… territorial over them.”

Kipling took a moment to breathe. Her brows pinched as she turned over Ozy’s words. “Them? What do you mean?”

Ozy playfully tugged on her ghost lock. “Or she.”

Kip scoffed and shook her head. “Ozy, Khleo’s not–”

“Not what, coz?” Ozy dipped his chin. “Different? Didn’t you see her arms? It’s been ten years.”

He let that sink in.

“You, me, Khleo. We’ve changed a lot.” He leaned forward and plucked a cup off the table. “So let’s drink this tea before it gets too cold!”

Ozy took a leisurely sip. And then he smiled too wide, too inappropriate for the occasion.

“Because we need to talk.”

#kipling the apprentice #khleo the barhand #ozy the grey mage #asra alnazar #asra #nadia satrinava #nadia #the arcana #my writing #arcana albums #arcana albums: the empress #the arcana fic #asra the arcana #nadia the arcana

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danceworshipper · 3 years ago

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Ida Sommer - HPHL MC

Info subject to change as more game information is released. All of my HPHL ocs exist in the same universe

[profile template by me]

Personal

Full Name: Ida Marie Sommer

Gender: Female (cis)

Sexuality: Pansexual (closeted)

Birthday: August 20th

Birthstone: Peridot

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Age: 14 (at beginning of game)

Blood Status: Pureblood

3 Positive Traits:

- Charming

- Spiritual (nature oriented)

- Resilient

3 Negative Traits:

- Childish

- Uncommunicative

- Vain

Usual First Impression: When first meeting Ida, people often assume she is immature, ignorant, and easy to take advantage of due to her sheltered nature and cutesy appearance. This impression is highly incorrect

Location

Birthplace: Germany (exact location TBD)

Current Home: Her father's estate in one of the richest areas (Germany)

Future Home: A beautiful cottage secluded from the world, near a mountainside (Germany)

Favorite Place: A cliff overseeing the sea in Japan, close to the little shop where she got her wand

Disliked Place: Her maternal grandparents' home, simply because she doesn't enjoy their company

Appearance

[image created using the Live Portrait Maker app]

Face Shape: Roundish jaw, soft features with a strong brow bone

Eye Color: Yellowish green

Hair Color: Light blonde

Hair Style: Ida wears her hair down or in a single braid. Her hair is mostly straight with side bangs, and is parted in the middle

Skin Tone: Light

Freckles/Spots: A few freckles on her cheeks, more visible when she's been out in the sun

Scars: None during her schooling. After graduation, Ida marks her arms with runes only she and Sebastien can make sense of to strengthen her connection to the world around her

Piercings/Tattoos: Single earlobe piercings.

Final Height: 5'9"

Final Weight: 137lbs

Physique: Thin with long legs, slightly wider than average shoulders

Clothing Style: Ida is a rich kid, so her clothing is always of high quality material and her jewelry is noticeably unflawed. She dresses modestly until she turns seventeen, when she stops caring what her parents think. Her favorite colors to wear are pastels

Carried Items:

- her wand

- a locket with a picture of her and her parents in it - not worn, but kept in her satchel

- a silver pocket watch stuck at 11:18 pm, handed to her by the same Seer who told her where to get her wand

- a handful of candy

- extra quills for her roommate who keeps forgetting hers

- a book from the Restricted Section about Elementals, written by Elementals and charmed so no one other than an Elemental can ever figure out what it says

Magic

Wand: 12 inches of firm Ebony wood with a koi-mer hair core. A pitch black, rounded wand with a pattern of scales carved into the handle. This wand was custom made in a small, almost unknown shop in Japan after a Seer she bumped into on the street told Ida that her perfect wand would be created there. It would seem foolish to go all the way from Germany to Japan on the word of an unknown Seer, but it was Ida's turn to plan the summer trip, so she picked a place in Japan close enough to the mentioned shop

Animagus: Loon

Boggart Form: A headless figure easily recognizable as herself, crumbling away into dust. A failed attempt to merge with nature resulting in her demise

Riddikulus Form: A statue of her like the one in her parents' back garden, over glorifying her features, that has been attacked and is crumbling away. She hates that statue

Amortentia (to others): Someone smelling Ida would smell lime juice, fresh water, and static electricity

Amortentia (to her): TBD

Patronus: Ida has never been able to cast a Patronus. Not for a lack of happy enough memories, but because of her powerful soul. The Patronus can never escape her magical core

Patronus Memory: N/A

Mirror of Erised: A tree so big it grows up an entire mountainside. The tree bark is covered in swirling patterns Ida recognizes as Elemental runes. She doesn't yet know what exactly this tree is, but she feels an undeniable longing for it

Family Spells: The Sommer family has no special family spells

Inherent Magic: Elemental

- Ida has all the magic of a normal witch, but on top of that has a deep connection to the earth and the magic stemming from it, even beyond the earth into the universe. If not properly trained (or if driven to a great enough temptation), an Elemental could vaporize the entire planet, or bend it to their will. They could also leave humanity behind if they so wished and become nature itself

- Elementals are theorized to have fragments of Merlin's soul fused with their own, hence why they feel strong connections to each other and can't ever fatally harm one of their own. Most Elementals also fall in love with each other as well, and the connection is thought to be stronger than a normal human's love could ever be. These connections help ensure no Elemental gives in to whichever temptation has the strongest pull on them. Only one Elemental has ever yet gone evil, and this is how it was discovered that they cannot kill one another

- This special magic is not hereditary. In fact, no one knows what causes someone to be born an Elemental, only that there have been less and less of them in the recent centuries. There are only two known Elementals left: Ida and Sebastien

Family

Mother: Lina is a warm hearted woman who wants the best for her daughter, misguided though she might be. She often has to shout at her husband to trying to hold Ida back, or discourage Ida's dreams. She noticed Ida's growing power long before her husband did, and was the one to finally contact someone for help when Ida grew so strong and uncontrolled she couldn't stop floating

Father: Elias is a business oriented man who, though he loves his daughter, up until her reveal as an Elemental wished she was a son. He's the reason Ida was homeschooled for so long, as he didn't think a girl was worth the tuition money. He refused to believe that Ida was anything other than ordinary until a man in a high position told him otherwise

Sisters: None

Brothers: None

Pets: A screech owl named Goldig, meaning 'cute'

Other Important Family: Ida's paternal aunt, Ingrid, is one of the biggest influences in her life as a child. Ingrid is an independent witch who lives fabulously by herself with her dead husband's fortune. Ida used to yearn for a future where she wasn't tied down by a man and could do as she pleased

Family Values: The Sommer family as a whole is mainly concerned with two things: remaining pureblooded, and growing richer. Most of the Sommers are decently good people, but they have period-appropriate prejudices and are willing to leave someone behind to save themselves, metaphorically and literally

Opinion on Family: Up until entering Hogwarts, Ida really only knew her family, so she loved them and thought very highly of them. As she becomes more socialized and learns more about the world, she starts to notice her parents' many flaws and though she never stopped loving them, she does resent them for homeschooling her and ignoring the signs of her being abnormal, because she used to think she was broken when in reality she's nearly a god

Friendships

Introverted or Extroverted: Extroverted

Best Friend: Sebastien Parr - another mc of mine who is also an Elemental, and an exchange student from Beauxbatons

Worst Friend: TBD

Friend She Didn't Expect: TBD

Who She Wishes Was Her Friend: TBD

List of Casual Friends:

- Sophia Burton @gcldensnitch

- Charlotte Grant @weasleysandwheezes

- canon friends TBD

Romance

Current Crush: None

Current Partner: None

Past Partners: None

Future Partners: TBD - will likely be picked from the game's characters, but could possibly be someone else's mc

Her Type: TBD

Hogwarts

House: Slytherin

Prefect Status: No

Quidditch: Never played, but loves to watch

Clubs: None

Organizations: The fake Headmaster's Apprentices organization that she and Sebastien use to hide what they're really doing

Favorite Class: Herbology

Least Favorite Class: History of Magic

Favorite Professor: TBD

Least Favorite Professor: TBD

Timeline

Young Childhood: Ida is kept at home. She knows no children her age, and spends most of her free time roaming her father's land. No matter how far she wanders, she never seems to get lost. Ida has strange dreams where she watches the world as an outsider. After being told by a Seer that her ideal wand would be created at a small shop in Japan, Ida convinces her father to spend a month there over the summer, and her mother takes her to the shop to get her wand. Ida sneaks out one night and climbs a cliff that looks out over the ocean. In later years she can't remember whether rising up over the waters and hearing the stars call to her by name was a dream or not, but she knows the moon smiled at her.

First Year: N/A

Second Year: N/A

Third Year: Ida's uncontrolled Elemental magic reaches a breaking point, and Ida explodes her little study room as she lifts up in the air, unable to come down. Her mother sends for help: two healers, a historian, and three government officials later, Ida is brought down and informed that she will be enrolled in Hogwarts the following year. She is not informed why, though her parents are

Fourth Year: Ida enters Hogwarts with no social skills. She meets Sebastien and they're both informed of their true nature. As Ida struggles to catch up on her studies as well as train her Elemental magic, she also learns just how wonderful having friends her age is

Fifth Year: TBD

Sixth Year: Ida grows suspicious of Sebastien's "friend" Dorian. Other details TBD

Seventh Year: TBD

Post Graduation: Ida marks herself with ancient Elemental runes and her father gifts her the cottage. She spends a year and a half where almost no one hears from her, before appearing back in her friends' lives as if nothing happened, looking healthier and happier than ever

Career(s): Ida doesn't live long enough to have a career

Marriage and Children: Ida marries (TBD) from school, someone who had always had a crush on her that she eventually returned the feelings for. They spend a beautiful three years together before her end. Ida manages to give her love a son, but only after she's gone

Death: Ida sacrifices herself to stop Sebastien and Dorian from destroying the world. Ida's biggest temptation as an Elemental was always to leave her humanity behind and become nature, so she does. She traps the two men inside of a ridiculously large tree that grows out of the mountainside near her cottage. This tree forms from her body, and has a notch where her favorite necklace can be inserted to be allowed entry to the chamber Sebastien and Dorian are trapped. However, she hid the necklace in Japan, where no one will find it until a century has passed and her friends have passed away. Ida can occasionally gather her spirit into a physical form to communicate with her love and child that she left behind

Notable Facts Not Previously Mentioned

- Ida is the ancestor of my main hphm mcs, Gracie and Tessa Chiva, on their father's side

- The reason Ida is sent to Hogwarts and not Durmstrang is the fear of bad influences. No one wanted to risk her being corrupted

- Ida does feel guilty about leaving her love behind, but since she couldn't kill Sebastien and she still loved him and wanted him to be happy, this was the only way she could think of to stop him

- Her love watched her leave humanity behind. As they wept, Ida's spirit gathered to say her goodbyes, and point them to their son, who had been born from Ida's final breath at exactly 11:18 pm

- Ida thinks very highly of herself. This is both from being praised so much as a child and hearing so much about the good she can do as an Elemental

- She throws a graduation party so extravagant that it's talked about for decades after her death

- No one but her love knows what truly happened to her. All anyone else knows is that she and Sebastien disappeared at the same time

#hphl oc #hogwarts legacy #ida sommer #character profile

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