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storiesforallfandoms · 5 months ago

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the bad room ~ homelander;the boys

word count: 2654

request?: no

description: in which a ghost from his past returns when he needs her the most

pairing: homelander x female!reader

warnings: swearing, use of y/n, lil bit of angsty angst, mentions of death and violence, mentions of threatened suicide, mentions of what homelander and reader went through in "the bad room", the boys typical stuff, spoilers for 4x04, reader was also raised in "the bad room" but is not homelander's sister we'll say she created using another supe's dna

masterlist (one, two, three)

"John?"

The name that just moments ago made him so angry he saw the brightest of reds, brought him to a halt. It wasn't the name, but rather the voice. When he turned and saw her there, he was almost certain it was a hallucination.

"(Y/N)?"

He hadn't seen her in years. Since she somehow escaped The Bad Room before he was set free of it. Before he became Homelander. But it felt like she hadn't changed at all. Not her eyes, watching him with care and concern. Not her face, just as beautiful as he remembered. Not the fuzzy feeling in his stomach just being in her presence.

He was tempted to take her in his arms and never let her go, but then he remembered the blood soaked super suit and the thick liquid still dripping from his face and hair; the blood of the people who tortured them both.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

A wry smile twisted on Homelander's face. "Visiting home."

Her eyes flickered to the building behind them. "Did you leave anyone alive?"

"Barbara."

(Y/N)'s face darkened. "Should've killed her first, very slowly and painfully."

Homelander chuckled, humorlessly. "That's quite the thing to say about your mother."

"That woman was never a mother to me."

"She raised you."

"If that's all it takes, then Vogelbaum was your dad, right?"

Homelander scowled at her. "Point taken."

(Y/N) looked him up and down. He suddenly felt very self conscious and small, even though he stood a few inches over her. They were emotions he thought he wouldn't feel anymore; human emotions. He was supposed to have left those behind in The Bad Room. That was the whole reason he had come back to this nightmare.

But he realized he wasn't feeling this way in a negative way. Well, he definitely felt ashamed that (Y/N) had to see him like this. But he realized he felt small because he was remembering every moment he and (Y/N) had in The Bad Room. She was the only good thing about that place. They kept each other going; they kept each other sane. When she suddenly disappeared, he thought the worse. He wanted to escape himself, to burn the whole place down, to burn himself with it. But he was still young, not yet The Homelander.

He later found out she was alive and had just managed to escape. He would've been angry that she didn't take him if he wasn't so heartbroken by it.

"I live nearby," (Y/N) said, breaking the silence. "You can come over and get cleaned up."

It took him a moment, but he finally registered what she had said. "Yeah. Okay. Lead the way."

(Y/N) seemed confused. "Um...I drove here."

Now it was Homelander's turn to look confused. When he realized she was being serious, he said, "Oh...okay. Well...you drive and I'll follow your car."

"You think it's a good idea to risk people seeing Homelander flying around covered in blood?"

He knew she wasn't wrong, but he hadn't driven in a car since...well, maybe ever.

"I'll clean the seats later, and it'll be less risk for your image," she said. "John...please?"

She wanted him to come over. She wanted to spend time with him. In her space. How could he say no?

That's how Homelander found himself stood under a stream of hot water in an unfamiliar bathroom. The blood ran from his face and hair, staining the water red as it ran down the drain. He found himself looking at the products she had there - her body washes and shampoo. He tried not to think too much about the fact that there were no men's products there. Although, he would've appreciated some men's body wash at the very least. He wasn't sure if he could handle using her body wash and smelling so much like her.

Eventually the water went from red to clear, so he shut it off. He wrapped one of the towels (Y/N) had left for him around his waist. He had left his suit on the floor, but now it was gone and any blood that had dripped onto the floor was cleaned. Homelander found himself blushing at the thought of (Y/N) coming into the bathroom while he was showering without him knowing, but then the blood moved from his face to a lower area.

He walked out of the bathroom and into (Y/N)'s living room. She was sat on her couch with a glass of wine in hand. He could smell bleach trying to be masked by the smell of hand lotion, which told him that she had cleaned her car while he was in the shower.

"Does that stuff get you drunk?" he asked, even though he knew the answer.

"Of course not," she responded. "I drink it for the taste at this point."

He noticed her looking him up and down again, and he suddenly became very aware of the fact that he wasn't wearing any clothes.

"My suit..." he started.

"The cape is in my washer, but I wasn't sure how to wash the rest of it. Especially with those shoulder pads you have."

"That's okay. I can get someone back at the tower to dry clean it for me. They won't ask any questions."

(Y/N) winced and took a sip of her wine.

"I have some clothes you can borrow," she said, placing her glass down and standing from the couch.

"I don't think any of your clothes will fit me," Homelander said, a smile tugging at his lips.

She gave him a look, but he could see she was smiling as well. "They're men's clothes."

His smile suddenly fell. "Oh."

"They're my brother's."

He should've been happy for that clarification, but it only made his brow crease more. "Brother?"

"Foster brother, but I see him as an actual brother," she explained. "He stays over whenever he's in New York so he's left some clothes here. They should fit you."

He dressed in the clothes that (Y/N) gave him, but he was filled with more questions. She had a foster brother, did that mean she had a whole foster family? It would make sense, she was still a minor when she had escaped. He guessed she couldn't just live on her own under the age of 18.

But couldn't she? She had powers. She was raised to be a Supe just as powerful as himself. She could've taken care of herself, gotten whatever she wanted.

But maybe what she wanted was a real family.

But they weren't her family. They were just posing as one.

He was still turning these thoughts over in his head as she entered her living room again. She was back on the couch with a second glass of wine. He didn't drink alcohol. He was told he couldn't before. He had an image to uphold. But who cared about that image now? He literally killed a man and got away with it.

He sat next to her. She took a sip of her own wine before looking at him. "You have questions."

That was an understatement.

But she was opening the floor for him to ask everything on his mind, and he had a lot of things he wanted to know.

The first thing out of his mouth was, "Why were you there tonight?"

She seemed almost amused by this being his first question. "Barbara called me. She said there was a breach."

"What are you, their bodyguard?"

"That's what she thinks. Or...thought, I guess."

"I didn't kill her. I left her with the bodies of the people who tortured us."

(Y/N) looked at him, almost in disbelief, before a laugh slipped from her lips. "Jesus, that's worse than death. That's what she deserves."

"Why does she still have your number? You escaped, why would you want any connections to her or-or that place?"

She sighed. "It's...complicated."

"Then uncomplicate it for me."

When (Y/N) looked at him, there was no fear in her eyes. Not like most people who get this close to him, who know what he's done and have to deal with him after the fact. Instead, he saw sadness. And with it, any ounce of anger that was growing in him evaporated.

"I didn't escape, I made a deal with Barbara and Vogulbaum. I told them either they let me go and stop trying to train me and make me into their next Supe princess, or the second they let me leave the facility and put me on camera I would reveal everything those people did to us. And then...and then I'd kill myself on live television so the world knew what Vought did to us."

Homelander watched her as she took a sip of her wine. Well, a gulp more like it. She finished the contents of her glass and reached for the bottle to get herself more. He reached for his own glass and swallowed it all in two gulps. He winced at the taste and suddenly was glad he never drank before.

(Y/N) started to refill his glass when he asked, "Why didn't you take me?"

She paused. He could hear her heart rate picking up, and he could see the tears welling in her eyes.

"They wouldn't - " she started, but choked on her tears. She cleared her throat and tried again. "They wouldn't let me. I tried to negotiate it with Barbara, but she said no, and she said even if she agreed Vogelbaum never would. She said the deal was only me, and if I didn't take it then...then that was it. I had to stay, continue all the training and...experiments. Neither one of us would ever get out if I agreed to that, so...I took their deal. They rushed me out in the middle of the night so that you wouldn't know, blindfolded me so that I wouldn't know where the facility was, and then dropped me in the middle of nowhere to fend for myself. I was hitchhiking for hours when this family drove past and found me."

"What did you tell them?" Homelander asked.

"I lied and said I had no idea what happened to me. I said bad people took me and I couldn't remember who they were or where I came from. Only that I remembered my first name, the only name that Barbara gave me. They looked into missing persons and couldn't find me anywhere here or in any other state. So - "

"They took you in," he finished. "They fostered you."

(Y/N) nodded. "They wanted to adopt me officially, but that's a whole process. They became like my family anyways. Like I said, I'm still in contact with them."

"Do they know you have powers?"

She shook her head. "I haven't used my powers since I got out of there. Not on purpose, anyways. There's always the odd slip up, but that's bound to happen."

Everything she said just resulted in more questions in his head. He wanted to ask her why she never disclosed to her "family" that she had powers, but he figured the answer to that was pretty simple: she wanted to be normal.

But she's not normal. She's never been normal. She was made to be a God, like me.

Instead of saying that, he said, "You never...called. Or came by the tower or...anything. You never tried to contact me."

"I did once, remember? When you asked me to be in The Seven."

Oh, he remembered. It was just after Lamplighter had announced his intention to leave, before they put out a nation wide search for a new member that resulted in Starlight joining the team. He asked Stillwell to wait on putting out word on a search because he had someone he wanted to ask first. Reluctantly, he turned to Vogelbaum, because he knew they must've had an idea of where (Y/N) ended up. Even when he thought she had just escaped, he knew they never would've let her truly be free of them. He asked Vogelbaum to send her a message: "Please come join The Seven. It would mean the world to me if you did."

Almost immediately, Vogelbaum called the tower to let Homelander know she had responded. "She said I'm sorry, but I can't."

He was locked in his room for days after that.

Now, he scoffed at her bringing up that memory. "That's not trying to contact me. That's responded to me trying to contact you, and having to go through Vogelbaum of all people to do it. You basically fell off the face of the Earth to me, but I was readily available to you if you ever gave enough of a fuck to reach out."

"You think I didn't care?!" (Y/N) snapped, standing from the couch. "You think I wasn't thinking of you every second after I got out of that hell hole?! That I wasn't trying for years to figure out where the hell they had you hidden so I could come save you, too? I tried everything John! I looked everywhere that I could, but I was too late. They were already parading you around on TV as the next Soldier Boy! The second they announced you'd be the leader of The Seven, I knew I was too late. They had already corrupted you too much, you were already another Supe pawn in Vought's attempts at global domination. I couldn't handle that. I couldn't try to pry you away from that when I knew you would never leave the spotlight. How could you? You're the world's greatest superhero, you had everyone at your feet. And I was just the girl who ran away from that life and stopped using her powers. How could you ever choose me over that?"

"I would've chosen you every time!" Homelander snapped back, getting to his feet as well to stand over her. "That's why I asked you to join The Seven!"

"But that's not what I wanted, John! I didn't want to be a hero. If I took you up on your offer, I would be letting Barbara and Vogelbaum and all of those other fuckers win. I just wanted to be normal! I wanted me and you to be normal!"

"But we're not fucking normal!"

Tears were running down her face as she backed away from him. He realized then that he was crying, too. So much built up emotion between the two of them was finally coming out. They both needed it, but goddamn, Homelander felt his heart breaking all over again.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

Suddenly, (Y/N) was throwing herself at him. Her arms were around his neck, holding onto him for dear life, and her lips were on his. He was surprised at first, but quickly wrapped his arms around her to hold her to him. He could taste the salt of their tears mixed with the wine they had been drinking. It was messy and far from the perfect kiss, but neither of them cared. It was the cultivation of years of emotions between them.

(Y/N) pulled away first. She rested her forehead against his, looking into his bright blue eyes. "I can't be your perfect Supe counterpart. I can't be a Supe, John, you have to understand that."

"I do," he said. "Whatever you need, I won't push you. I just want you back."

"You can have me," she said, her voice a whisper but he could still hear her plain as day. "You always had me."

He leaned in to kiss her again, picking her up in his arms as he did so. He never wanted to let her go again, so he wouldn't.

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jeonginsleftcheek · 1 month ago

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Precious

pairing: hyunjin x gn!reader

genre: smut, fluff

a/n: just a drabble about worshipping hyune's pretty hands (turned out longer whoops - 1.9k)

warnings: finger sucking, handjob, cum eating

(this is for you @jehhskz 🥹🩷)

~Masterlist

You eagerly awaited for your boyfriend to come home after preparing everything you needed to pamper him.

He was running a bit late, probably getting hung up at the studio.

You hear the jingling of keys and him unlocking the door a little bit after 10pm.

"Darling, I'm home!" Hyunjin yells from the door and you chuckle excitedly, making your way to him.

"Hey." he smiles softly when he sees you.

"Hey there." you whisper back as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into his chest, your head on his heartbeat.

He caresses your hair softly and you revel in the feeling of his hands on you.

"Are you hungry?" you ask.

"No, I ate with the guys." he mutters into you, inhaling your sweet shampoo and pressing a kiss to your head.

"Good, I need you to close your eyes." you add and he chuckles, looking back at you. "I have a surprise for you."

"What did you do?" he asks with a sweet smile, excited to see what you had prepared for him this time around.

"You'll see. Just close your eyes." you nudge him and he leans in closer to your face.

"Give me a kiss first and then ask more nicely." he smirks and you look at him with a playful smile.

"Fine." you huff in fake annoyance, leaning in to kiss him.

Hyunjin's pretty hand wraps around your neck, holding you in place as he pushes his tongue in, kissing you until you're almost breathless.

"Close your eyes, please." you say after parting and he looks at you with lust blooming in his eyes.

"Of course, darling." he smirks and finally closes his eyes as you lead him to the living room.

You make him sit on the couch, his legs spread slightly, making room for you to kneel between them.

"Am I getting a blowjob?" he chuckles, his eyes still closed but you guess he heard the thud of your knees as you landed on the carpet.

"Not exactly." you smirk even though he can't see you.

You pull the coffee table closer to you and your boyfriend's eyebrows come together in confusion.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"Yeah." you say and when he does, the confusion doesn't leave his face.

"What's all this?" he points to the coffee table which holds a small basin filled with water and some kind of nice smelling soap, a bunch of nail products and almond oil.

"I want to worship your hands." you bite on your lip and his cheeks become rosy at the thought.

"What does that entail?" you can hear that his breathing has picked up now, no doubt that his imaginative mind has already ran through different things you could do with his hands.

"You'll see." you wiggle your brows at him and he chuckles, shaking his head.

"Alright, love. Do whatever you want." he smirks.

You gently take Hyunjin's right hand in yours, bringing it to the basin filled with warm water, hovering it above the liquid before you scoop some of it with in your palm, letting it drop on the top of his hand.

Hyunjin is silent as he observes you, both of you holding eye contact as you submerge his hand into the water, gently washing it with the soap, massaging it into his hand, bubbles appearing on his skin.

Some low piano music plays somewhere in the background, your favorite scented candle creating a tender and quiet atmosphere where only the sounds of sloshing water follow the piano notes.

After washing the soap off, you grab a fluffy cloth, gently drying his hand before you grab his left one and repeat the process.

Hyunjin's pupils are dilated and he stares at you quietly, admiration evident in his eyes as well as arousal at seeing you on your knees, being so pretty for him, handling his precious hands with such gentleness and love.

After you dry off his left hand, you bring it to your lips, pressing kiss after kiss into his knuckles, continuing onto his right hand and Hyunjin visibly melts at the sweet gesture.

You bring your attention only to the right hand now, kissing the top of it before you take the almond oil and pour some in your hands.

You gently stroke the top of his hand with your palm, applying the oil from the base to the tip of his fingers, listening to his breathing and the sweet piano in the background.

You flip his hand over, pressing the tips of your fingers gently into his, working the oil into his skin towards the wrist then back up to the tips.

Hyunjin's eyes flutter, his cheeks become redder and his lips pouty as you keep repeating the motions, relief and arousal washing over his body at something so simple yet so intimate.

You keep watching his reactions, every single twitch on his face is noticeable and you continue your ministrations before ending it with a kiss to his palm.

His left hand gets the same attention, and by now you can clearly see that Hyunjin's pants are getting tighter right before your eyes.

He doesn't acknowledge it, only keeps his focus on you as you pinch the tip of his pinky firmly before starting to massage his fingers with your thumb, going from the base up.

His lips are parted and eyes hooded as he stares at you with so much love that you feel like your heart and your core will burst into fireworks.

You give attention to every finger, repeating the motions on his other hand, watching Hyunjin subtly nudge his middle forwards and you smirk at him.

He still doesn't say anything, lulled in the soft and quiet moment as you press your thumb to the back of his hand, sliding it towards his wrist slowly, pressing into him and a little gasp escapes his lips.

You work your way to his thumb, massaging the webbed area between the thumb and index finger in circular motions, making Hyunjin bite on his lip and pull himself even closer to you.

Still holding eye contact, you bring his hand close to your face and start pressing gentle, lingering kisses to his fingertips and Hyunjin slowly but surely starts losing it.

But, you're nowhere near done as you do the same to his other hand and then go back to massage the back of his wrist.

Hyunjin tries to let you do your thing, ignoring his hard cock now leaking in his boxers, twitching and begging for attention, but it proves too difficult, his free hand coming up to cup himself through his sweatpants.

"Want some help, my prince?" you say in a sultry tone and he whines, nodding quickly.

You take both his hands in yours, peppering kisses all over his smooth skin before you let them go and hook your fingers in his sweatpants.

He lifts up as you pull them down with his boxers and your eyes immediately fall on his hard member, the tip leaking with excitement.

Your hand comes up to cup his balls, massaging them gently and Hyunjin whimpers, pushing into your palm as you run your hand on his length to the tip, dipping into his slit and playing with the pre-cum, smearing it before you capture his tip between your thumb and index finger, giving it a few teasing and slow strokes.

The pad of you thumb presses into his slit again, running against it and Hyunjin can't helping pushing into you again.

You lean over him, gathering spit in your mouth before you let it drop and coat his head, making him gasp and twitch.

His hand cups you cheek as you wrap yours around his cock, with slow languid strokes you spread your spit all over his length, making it slide more easily as you continue effectively massaging his throbbing length.

You wrap your other hand around him too, making the strokes more purposeful and heavy as Hyunjin keeps gasping and breathing hard, his eyes fluttering between staring at your face lustfully and being closed in pure bliss.

His thumb makes his way to your lower lip, and he presses into it slightly.

Your lips part immediately and Hyunjin slides his thumb into your mouth, sliding it across your wet muscle until it's all in and he presses it into your tongue, making you whimper quietly around him.

A small smirk appears on his lips as you continue stroking him, gently twisting your wrist at the head of his cock, your lips wrapped around his thumb as you start sucking on it.

"My beautiful lover. Is this what you envisioned when you said you'd worship my hands?" Hyunjin's smirk becomes bigger as he slowly moves his thumb like he's fucking your mouth with it.

"Mm." you moan around him, your eyes hooded and your middle throbbing with need.

"Look so pretty like this. But maybe you need more." your hands stutter on him as he pulls his thumb out, coated in your saliva and presses the tips of his middle and ring finger on your lips.

You give in immediately, letting him push them in slowly until they're deep inside your mouth, tickling you and making you choke a little as you lean your head back slightly.

"Yeah, this is what you like." Hyunjin nods to himself with a cocky grin and you whimper, cupping his balls with one hand while the other continues stroking him, a little faster than before.

At the same time, you start bobbing your head on his fingers, sucking on them and matching the pace of your hand on his cock.

"Fuck, darling." Hyunjin gasps, his hips jolting into your hands, his fingers meeting your movement as he fucks them into your mouth.

"So good for me." his other hand wraps gently around your throat, holding you in place as he moves his fingers faster inside your mouth, your spit coating them and dribbling down your chin.

Hyunjin's cock twitches in your hold and you know he's close with the way his balls tighten in your other hand, he's throbbing all over for you, so close to sweet release.

The hand that was holding your neck now tangles in your hair as he grips it and you push your face down on his fingers, choking on them as you suck, your hand speeding up sloppily jerking him off and driving him wild as he moans loudly.

"Gonna cum for you, ah!" Hyunjin whimpers, pulling your head closer and you release him, letting him take control as he jerks himself off while looking down at you darkly.

With a whine, he pulls his fingers out of your mouth, pressing your lips down to leave you open so he can bring his cock on your tongue just as he starts cumming, spurts of the warm liquid land on your lips.

He pushes it in as he's cumming, replacing his fingers and pushing his release down your throat as you whimper and choke, swallowing every last drop of his essence.

"Are you okay?" he grabs your face immediately after he pulls out and you cough a little.

"Yeah, perfect." you chuckle and turn your head to kiss his palm.

"You're amazing, you know that?" Hyunjin smiles fondly at you. "Thank you for loving me." he leans down to capture your lips in his as you lift up to meet him half way.

"Thank you for letting me love you." you whisper against his lips before indulging in another loving kiss with your precious boyfriend.

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thatsdemko · 1 year ago

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without you there’s nothing to live for - l.norris

masterlist

pairings: lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: jealousy + insecurities + fluff + build up(kinda long I’m sorry about that) + some errors here or there

a/n: while I had bits and pieces of this work in millions of other lando drafts I think I have to give credit where it’s due to @userlando and her anons ☺️🫶 I’m in such a shit mood so i figured posting this might make me feel better. enjoy xx

Lando Norris was annoying. a childhood friend of yours that somehow stuck throughout the years and never seemed to vanish. he was like a a piece of gum stuck to your shoe, he just never left.

and while you’re thankful he’s the longest lasting friendship you have; did you fail to mention he could be annoying?

his hands drum against the kitchen island, a distraction worthy of you flicking your pencil in his direction, but he’s too quick the pencil would just end up behind him, so you result in throwing him a very pointed look that shuts him up.

“is that pencil up your ass too today?”

you give him another look before staring down at the empty grocery list you failed to create, because lando has claimed your flat as his flat. the lavish lifestyle penthouse was abandoned at the instant call of your arrival to Monaco, and now all of his expensive taste clutters your space.

“did you put eggs on the list? I need eggs. it’s good protein—“ he shuts up to the sound of you breaking the pencil in half, another annoyed look tossed his way.

lando could be a lot. but there was no one who could keep up with you. there was no one like him in your corner, and while he pushed your buttons you were eternally grateful for his loyalty despite your rather jaded friendship.

“let’s just go to the store? I’ll drive.” he says like there’s another alternative to the store. ever since he got his license and moved in, you’ve never even put your foot on the accelerator. you’ve almost forgot the thrilling feeling of driving.

“eggs have been added to the list.” you finally say, typing up your notes of a grocery list once you were finally able to think straight without lando tapping away or chatting your ear off.

god was he annoying, but you loved him for him.

—

his wallet funds are bigger than what you have. you feel guilty every time he buys, but it’s not like you have the funds to do so. he knows that guilty look across your face when he ends up paying for 10% groceries and 90% female hygiene products. he doesn’t mind, just shoves his card in the machine and says a thank you for the person who bags your things.

“you have to let me pay you back—“

“no, nonsense.” he cuts you off, the conversation goes like it always does. you beg, and beg, to try and wiggle in a payback, but he refuses. all those years of your parents giving him shelter, taking him to races, or letting him play in your backyard it’s the least he could do.

“but the price adds up, and you’re paying for most of the rent—“

“I won’t have this conversation with you. just get in the car.” he says it without letting you have another word in. it’s his turn to shoot you down with pointed looks every time you try to mention money.

“y/n?! is that you?”

lando’s heart nearly drops to his stomach at the sound of that voice—that voice, being your ex boyfriend. he came out of nowhere, like the stalker he is, and finds himself walking around lando’s spiffy mclaren with wide eyes and confusion at your presence with the formula one driver. he must’ve forgotten lando was your best friend.

“you going to introduce me to your new boyfriend?”

before you can protest lando shakes his hand. you can tell by the grip lando has on him it’s a firm hard handshake. one to prove a point about the 2 a.m calls of you crying to your best friend from across the world. he was a shitty man, and maybe showing lando off like that would put him in his place.

“this is lando, you guys met awhile back.” you say.

you watch the two of their eyes glimmer in the sunlight with hatred for one another. lando was the guy you told him not to worry about— and he still was— and he was the guy lando was desperately wanting to kick ass.

“don’t remember that.”

“I actually remember, didn’t you spend half the night snogging another girl?” lando’s gentle reminder makes your ex’s face flush pale. you watch a little smile lift to lando’s lips before you both excuse yourselves to head home.

“my new boyfriend is so cool.” you say in a sarcastic tone once it’s just the two of you in his car.

lando let’s out laugh, and just puts the car in reverse. the simple act makes your head spin. his hand reaching behind the head of your seat, the way his eyes quickly glance on you before he looks back to ensure no one is coming. these thoughts were never present until this run in. would lando be a good boyfriend?

you can’t help but explore those thoughts in the twenty minute car ride home in pure silence.

your mind wanders to the idea of waking up to him in your bed. his legs tangled with yours, lazy soft kisses pressed your cheeks. you could melt at just the thought of it.

or maybe he’d make you eggs. you’d wake to the smell of bacon grease and him shirtless—like he always is in the kitchen— creating a masterpiece meal that you devour in minutes.

what switch has suddenly changed in you? because now when you look at lando, your heart does things it never did before. your head spins of ideas of him as your boyfriend and it’s so sickening you could throw up.

“I’m going to unload the groceries, you’re more than welcome to sit and stare into space for as much as you need.” his words spook you. a little yelp escaped your lips that he’d caught you. your eyes bug wide—like they always are when you get into your daydreams— and mind so full you lose track of time and often forget your surroundings. you had no clue you’d been sitting in the driveway this whole time.

“where do you want the tampons again? I seem to forget.”

“under the bathroom sink please.”

you wonder if you can shove your thoughts under there too. a nap is needed to clear your mind of whatever seems to be boggling it all about lando.

—

a nap certainly did help, however, waking up to lando shirtless in your bed also napping? yeah, all that hard work of suppressed thoughts came right back.

you think about taking your finger and running it all over the divots, curves, and muscles of his body. you think about how much stronger he’s been looking lately and how the little hair on his chin is growing onto you. what is going on with you?

it was common for lando to come in your room and sleep with you. nightmares were rare for you, but they happened more often than you expected and lando always wanted to be there for it. but this was just a nap? why did he have to come in and sleep with you? he could’ve just slept in his own bed, that certainly would’ve helped your heart if he did.

you roll out of bed and tip toe around your bed, until your heart makes you stop. you stare at his peaceful state. the way his curls fall over his forehead, the thick long lashes you desperately want, the soft smile on his lips— his eyes are opening, shit, you think to yourself.

you quickly book it out of the room to save yourself from the embarrassment of him catching you watching him sleep. what a creep you were becoming in the matter of hours. this is why you shouldn’t like your best friend. hell, this is why you shouldn’t let your man best friend live with you. it was destined for one of you to fall in love.

but it was also destined for you to most likely get your heart broken.

lando doesn’t date women like you. you’ve seen his roster of women rotating in and out of your place, none of them looked like you: an average woman with average looks. who’d want that?

a little part of hope lingers in your chest when you see him enter the kitchen. his lips press against your temple as he mumbles a good morning.

“how was your nap?”

“not long enough.” you admit watching him type away on his phone. his elbows are pressed against the granite counter tops, his fingers work vigorously against the screen. a little smile appears on his lips that make you nauseous. it could just be max, but it could be another girl.

almost two hours ago this wouldn’t of mattered to you. you wouldn’t of cared if lando invited a girl over and you stayed locked up in your room, but now all of a sudden it’s bothersome.

“what’s got you all smiley?” you ask, partially out of curiosity but partially to just kill your heart with his response. he sets his phone face down on the counter resting his chin in the palm of his hand, “max is coming over, and so is pietra.”

“exciting.” you grin, though the words disagree with your expression making his face drop with worry.

“are you worried max is going to take your best friend spot? he could never, y/n.”

best friend. yeah, that’s all you’ll ever be when girls like ria and pietra exist. deadly beauty that could put a man in his place. when was yours ever going to show up?

—

you’re tipsy off the expensive bottle of wine max brought. your body is pressed against lando’s for support as you all laugh about something max said. you can’t help but wrap your arms around his strong bicep, resting your head against his shoulder listening to pietra expose Max’s recent mess up.

lando doesn’t take notice in the way you’re seated. he knows you’re beside him based off the heat that radiates off your body. you always got overly warm when drunk, and sometimes a bit too affectionate, but he didn’t mind. he actually loved it when you wanted to be beside him.

“so when did this happen?” pietra points her finger between you two, a bright smile pressed against her lips as she cozies herself up to her own boyfriend.

lando clears his throat. he practically yanks his arm out of your grip leaving you to fall back against the cushions beside him. you hide your face into his back out of embarrassment suddenly becoming aware of how you two look. “oh umm—“

“oh gosh! I’m so sorry. I think it’s the wine talking in me.” she quickly apologizes, a blush filters her face similar to yours.

“it’s not the first time today that’s happened.”

“do tell,” max sits on the edge of his seat listening to lando explain the run in, your face is still pressed into his back. you’re hoping that maybe if you just stay there you would disappear into thin air or end up in your bedroom sound asleep away from all of this.

“I still want to kick that guys ass—“

“wait,” pietra cuts off max, her voice demands all the attention in the room. you pry your head from out of lando and peer behind him at her, “you didn’t even tell him you are just friends? you let him assume that you’re dating?”

lando’s mouth opens and closes. nothing seems to come out making max throw his head back in a laughing fit, “oh god! I owe ria money for this, you like y/n!”

Lando’s face is flushed red, a similar color to the glass of wine in his hands. there was nothing he could say. he couldn’t even protest it when it was true. he hadn’t even realized he never corrected your ex boyfriend, because truth be told, he wanted to be shown off as your boyfriend.

“come on pietra, let’s leave these two alone.”

they leave as quick as they came, leaving only the half full bottle of wine for yourselves. you both sit in silence, no one musters up the courage to speak.

you both get ready for bed like nothing happened. the awkward silence eats you up. you want to speak up and tell him you feel the same, you want things to go back to normal. you just want annoying lando back.

when you finally finish your nighttime regiment, you’re ready for bed. you turn the corner into your bedroom and see the silhouette of lando reflecting against the wall. your night light was on, and he was laying in your bed, cozied up under the covers.

“sleeping in here tonight?” you ask slipping under the covers beside him, he moves himself closer to you occupying the middle of the bed.

“you don’t mind, do you?”

you shake your head curling your body against his, “I like it when you sleep with me.” you say making a sense of pride soar through his chest. he likes the way your body molds against his.

“your new boyfriend will protect you.” he smiles down at you, carefully place a kiss to your forehead before reaching over and turning off your lamp.

“thank goodness he’s here, I can’t sleep without him.”

“you know I’m talking about myself right?” he lifts his neck up, face looking down at you, your eyes closed practically half asleep already.

“goodnight, boyfriend.”

“goodnight, girlfriend.”

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sleepw-me · 1 month ago

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DAD!SUKUNA HEADCANON𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚── .✦

Jujutsu Kaisen SFW

dad!Sukuna⭑.ᐟ, previously he was in prison probably for some robberies and illegal business, when he finally got out he was completely alone. He spent his days in cheap places with food, wandered around the city scaring people with his big build and tattoos all over his body and making little children who looked at him start crying. He only worked in odd jobs because nowhere would take him for his past, so he never had much money and sometimes it led to him not paying the rent promising that he would pay next month.

dad!Sukuna⭑.ᐟ, who finally met a girl who could truly love him no matter what his past was. They wanted to build a good future and create a family, they decided to have a child. Sukuna's beloved died in childbirth, leaving him alone with the newborn child.

dad!Sukuna⭑.ᐟ, was so distraught by the whole situation, he felt alone in this world again. At first he wanted to give the child away because he knew he wouldn't be able to cope on his own, especially since he was poor and didn't have the perfect conditions to support a small child.

dad!sukuna⭑.ᐟ, he was confused and didn't know what to do anymore because everything he had built was ruined, but when he looked into your big round eyes smiling at him radiantly as if you had taken away all the evil and sadness from his soul, it made his heart melt and he wanted to kill himself at the thought of giving up his one and only child.

dad!Sukuna⭑.ᐟ, who promised himself that he would never leave you and will finish what he planned with his beloved. The home that his child deserves.

dad!Sukuna⭑.ᐟ, who at first left you to his neighbor, an older woman who had a kind heart who agreed to look after you while he went to work. After you were born, he became a bit more responsible. He looked for work wherever he could, sometimes even working double shifts to feed his little family and to pay for toys and diapers for you.

dad!Sukuna⭑.ᐟ, who read guides for single fathers on the internet to take better care of you. He went to stores and bought products needed for the child, holding two similar products in his hands and wondering which to buy.

dad!sukuna⭑.ᐟ, who played dolls with you on the living room carpet, raising his voice to sound "girly" because you told him to while playing princesses.

dad!sukuna⭑.ᐟ, who was never rich and sometimes didn't have enough money for food or electricity, always tried to pamper you regardless of the money, he would take you to the park and playground, sitting on a bench and watching you shout at him to look in your direction and see you going down the slide.

dad!Sukuna⭑.ᐟ, who when you had a nightmare or couldn't sleep, would take you to his place and you would quickly fall asleep on his chest, which became a bit of a routine and you started to get under his blanket every night and fall asleep next to your dad who would surround you with his strong arms in which you felt safe.

dad!Sukuna⭑.ᐟ, who simply stood leaning against the railing on the small balcony and almost cried when he realized that you were growing up too fast because a moment ago you were a small toothless child who drooled on his shoulder when you fell asleep while he held you, rocking from side to side to lull you to sleep, and now you're finally going to school and meeting new friends.

dad!sukuna⭑.ᐟ, who yelled at you for skipping class for the first time, telling you that he used to do the same and that you shouldn't repeat his mistakes and study hard as much as you can, you don't have to be the best but don't cause trouble.

dad!sukuna⭑.ᐟ, who when he finishes work early, just waits for you to come back from school so he can listen to his little creature chirp about his day at school while he makes dinner.

dad!Sukuna⭑.ᐟ, who always kisses your head at night when you fall asleep, you don't even know how proud he is of you and himself that he managed to raise you the best he could even though sometimes it wasn't easy. He smiles at the grave of his beloved telling her that he managed to finish what they planned together and he hopes that she is proud of him too.

#x reader #headcanon #one shot #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #jjk x reader #jujustu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #jjk #sukuna #child reader

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animeyanderelover · 11 months ago

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Kaneki, Haise, Shalnark, (both eras) Dazai, Yuuji, Sukuna and Gojo's reaction to getting a gift from their darling ?

Tags: @naeho @flaming-vulpix @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @cynniical @shenryu-sama @shumidehiro @izanami78

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, toxic relationship, manipulation, stalking, isolation, abuse, abduction

S/o gives them a gift

Shalnark

📱Much to his dismay he spoils the surprise for himself by actively spying on your online activities and for that witnesses how you buy something online. So when you hand him one day shyly a gift wrapped up in some pretty wrapping paper, he has already a very good idea of what is inside due to the short time that passed by between the delivery of the bought product and your gift. Nevertheless, he's still quite happy as he unwraps your gift with a happy smile on his face. It is a bit of a letdown that he has ruined himself the enjoyment of surprise due to his frequent stalking but he knows he'd never have it any other way but spying on you so intently. For your sake he pretends to be surprised though, he can't let you realize that he knows about your present already after all. You're wrapped up in muscular arms shortly after as he gives you a sweet and long kiss, thanking you for the surprise. After another quick peck on your nose he promises you with a bright grin on his face that he'll buy you something nice in return too.

Ken Kankeki

🔲Preparing a gift for Kaneki is going to be quite a challenge. Not only because you are essentially stuck all the time in his apartment but also because he is like your shadow, he's everywhere you are. You have to tell him that you wish to be left alone as you try to create a gift for him yourself and he takes it obviously the wrong way. He automatically assumes that you don't want to see him and amidst all his pain he just tells himself over and over again that obviously you wouldn't want to see a creep like him around. It's almost funny that the thought that you might just make something for him never crosses his mind, so low is his self-esteem. He actually sheds a few tears when you finally hand him your gift. Kaneki never thought you'd give him a present but he's delirious with joy that you wasted your precious time for him. Honestly, it almost weirds you out how stupidly happy he seems to be because your gift isn't that special but you've gotten somewhat used to his antics. He has to give you something back in return! Or else he'd feel absolutely useless.

Haise Sasaki

🔳Luckily despite Haise's occasional stalking and obsessive tendencies, you as his darling are still free to go around by yourself. So getting him a gift is easy in comparison to Kaneki. That doesn't change the fact that he seems quite puzzled upon receiving the gift at first. He just stares at you sort of baffled before he glances at the wrapped object in his hand before almost comedically confused asking you if this is for him. His heart flatters in his chest as soon as you nod and urge him to open it and he carefully unwraps the gift wrap paper, your anticipating eyes on him making him a tad bit nervous for some reason. Initially he just stares at your present in silence as soon as it is unwrapped and for a few seconds you fear that he doesn't like it. That is until a faint blush appears on his cheeks as he mumbles in a quieter voice that he loves it. He gives you a soft peck on your cheeks and you find it somewhat funny how he seems to be too bashful to even look you into your eyes. You're definitely getting a home-made meal from him later on.

PM! Dazai Osamu

🤎Trying to hide a gift from Dazai as a Port Mafia is about impossible because he never leaves you alone. Where he is, you have to be too so you have no choice but to confess to him that you want to get him a gift but find it impossible to do so with the way he isolates you and never leaves you without his presence close to you. He's strangely curious to why you'd want to gift him something even despite his obvious obsessive and possessive behavior and the abduction and your answer that you want to do something nice for him seems to entertain him. Miraculously he allows you some alone time to get him something as he's interested to see what you would gift a Port Mafia member like him. He's pleasantly surprised when he receives your present, chuckles when he notices your almost anxious look as you observe him eying your gift. You flinch when he grabs your neck and pulls you closer as bad memories flash inside your mind only to be met with a passionate kiss as he thanks you for your gift, his eyes sparkling happy as he looks at your gift again.

ADA! Dazai Osamu

🤎Your frequent shopping trips haven't gone unnoticed as Dazai enjoys stalking you as often as he can. It's adorable to see you acting so carefree, unaware that he's always trailing behind you. He has to wonder why you have recently spent so much time entering store after store without buying anything though. You seem to search for something, what it is you're looking for you appear to not even know yourself. So it's a present for someone then? For him, perhaps? He really hopes that you're looking for something for him because he would be quite jealous if you were to pick a present for someone else. He decides to wait, stops stalking you as much for a while in case you really are buying a gift for him because he wants to be surprised. He's over the moon when his hopes are fulfilled and you gift him something a few days later. He's already unimaginably joyful, gushing and giving you lots of kisses before he has even opened your gift. He knows that you spent a lot of time picking a gift for him to make sure that you'd find the right present so he's all the more happy to know that you invested that much time and care for him.

Itadori Yuji

🩷Yuji has bought you so many small gifts already that you almost feel pressured to pay him back somehow. You want to do it all by yourself too so you don't even ask for Nobara's or Megumi's help as you start searching for something to gift your boyfriend. Your heart is pounding when you surprise him with the gift. At first he seems really flattered as he takes it from your hands with a grin on your face and gives you a few quick kisses. When he sees what's inside though, his eyes widen as he asks you how much money exactly you spent on this for him. You try to avoid his question but perhaps that's answer enough as Itadori starts freaking out a bit. Don't get him wrong, he's really happy that you gifted him something but he feels a bit guilty that you spent so much money on him. Obviously he doesn't accept your arguments that he's spent a lot of money on smaller presents for you because if he does it it's of course not that bad. He accepts it because you prepared it for him but he makes you promise him that you won't spend so much money the next time.

Ryomen Sukuna

🗾Sukuna isn't always with you because he has sometimes important stuff to do but is confident enough to know that you'd never escape. Even if you would, it's not like you could get very far away. It isn't uncommon for Uraume to watch over you if Sukuna isn't with you so you beg them to help you to get a gift for Sukuna. Somehow you manage to convince them as they even give you some advice on what you should get him which is why you try your talents in making a hand-made gift for Sukuna in his absence. Sukuna knows you're hiding something but decides to let it pass for now as he even realizes that Uraume seems be in on it and that makes him curious. He looks almost confused as you hand him your hand-made present, carelessly rips it open and twirls the object curiously around in his four hands. Eventually his eyes meet you but instead of thanking you, one of his four hands starts petting your head as he admits that you've done well which is about the highest praise you can get from someone like Sukuna.

Gojo Satoru

🩵You agonize over what to gift Satoru because he is so rich that you feel like whatever you buy won't be anything special as he could have just bought it himself. So you decide to try to make something hand-made for him too. Keeping this hidden from Satoru is a pain in the ass though as the man is too clingy for you to comfortably work. Worst of all seems to be that Gojo has a hunch that you try to keep something a secret from him and he doesn't appreciate this at all. So he bothers you about your secret as often as he can and as much as you're sometimes tempted to just yell it at him, you pull through somehow until you've finished what you had planned to prepare for him despite all the delays due to Satoru. He acts like an excited child when you hand it over to him as he quickly unwraps it. He's taking pictures of it, tells you excitedly that he'll share them with his students and co-workers before suffocating you in a hug and smothering you with kisses. He literally won't shut up about it for the next few days, whether he's with Yuju, Nobara and Megumi or Nanami.

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ratretro · 16 days ago

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So because I'm not normal about them I kind of wanted to look at a specific page of this comic:

Buckle up this is gonna get long

I think it's very interesting that Till isn't in his own art piece, to start with, but also how this scene is portrayed. Throughout the 4nakt Garden pages you see a different side to Till. The side where you get an idea about how serious music is to him and how deeply he loves it (maybe even because it's one of the last connections to his mom that he has). You see how deeply he loves to create in the way he draws. Almost as if he wants to leave pieces of himself behind, to show he was in this world and that he had lived.

In his biggest artwork, while he's not in it, the other 4nakt are a centerpiece of it. You have Mizi (she's a bit more detailed and so a bit more noticeable right off the bat) underneath the tree, wind blowing through her hair and it feels very free. Like she could do anything, be anyone, lead everyone around her.

Behind her is Sua at a slight distance which we've never seen before. Where Mizi is, Sua will always follow, but here she seems to hang back. She's not showing movement as if she means to follow like Ivan who's walking.

Now, Ivan is separate from the other two, but he's walking forward with what feels like intent to me. Who knows what he's up to or where he's going. We just know he's moving forward. But this is often how Till felt about Ivan anyway. Till has always said he doesn't understand Ivan; Has even called him annoying lol but it's the gap between the 3 that has me curious.

Maybe Till was wondering if that was where he should be. Maybe I'm delusional because he was consistent in his affection for Mizi (whether it be seeing her as his god or just having a boy crush) but I'm thinking about the way he hesitated in the meteor scene. I'm always thinking about the meteor scene it's my roman empire.

What if Till isn't in the piece because he doesn't know where to be. Is he moving forward with Ivan or staying behind with Sua to always be behind Mizi but not dare to be near her? What if this piece holds his slight confusion.

He hesitated before leaving Ivan behind in the meteor scene. Art portrays the emotions of the artist is what I've been told and Till is at his core very emotional. Till feels with his entire being. And that has always seeped into his work whether it be songs or sketches. Examples: drawing Mizi on his music sheets, drawing Ivan on the Cure lyrics after he died. A mixture of music and the things he's thinking or feeling in that moment.

Now, I'm sorry to be delusional it's my fatal flaw

But in the scene where we get to see the finished work it says that the 'product' was not left to be lonely and Mizi is clearly in front of him but he's not interacting with her; he's interacting with Ivan. This page that's putting emphasis on Till not being lonely does have the people he cares for in his art and Mizi does have a clear place in that, but physically he's hanging back with Ivan.

Everything is always a bit too late with those two but maybe Till had finally made a choice to walk forward with Ivan.

Anyway thanks for reading my delusional take on ivantill

#ivantill #alnst friday #alnst #alnst ivan #alnst till #just thoughts but like a lot of them #cause im not normal about them

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zhongrin · 2 years ago

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◇ characters ◇ zhongli, tighnari, cyno, al haitham

◇ tags ◇ yandere!character, implied slight yandere!reader (al haitham), petnames (my love, dear - zhongli), spoiler for cyno’s story quest (tighnari)

◇ a/n ◇ @abyssmal-skies psy you probably already forgot this prompt but this is still your fault just so you know-

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

your lover might have used a knowledge capsule containing unknown information - but hey, what’s the worst that could happen, right?

... right?

“how peculiar,” zhongli comments as he inspects the capsule’s chassis, the greenish glow making his eyes darken into a brownish shade, “you said this contained information about a prophecy of a future disaster that is foreseen to befall liyue?”

if there’s anything you can confidently say about your lover in certainty, it’s the love he holds for the nation he creates. and so, when you stumble upon the seller, as shady looking as she was, you couldn’t just walk away.

“that’s what the merchant said,” you say, fingers twisting in worry, “i did think it was a scam, but i mean - sumeru is the land of the god of wisdom, and these are lord kusanali's inventions. though there’s a chance that it’s not going to be useful, there’s also a chance that whatever is in that capsule would still be beneficial, at least?”

“hmm. well, it is right of you to worry. however, i do agree. gaining more knowledge is, more often than not, a good thing. besides, seeing as you’ve paid for the item, it would be a waste to not use it. i see no harm in perusing it as intended, but just in case, let me do it first.”

the akasha terminal glows as he connects with the capsule, amber eyes closing, his brows furrowing in concentration as the information transferred directly onto his mind. the whole process barely lasts for five seconds, but you wait anxiously and inches closer to your lover as his eyes open-

“….. zhongli?”

he blinks once, slowly, as if he has to clear his mind out from a daze before he turns towards you. the same gentle smile spreads on his lips, yet you can’t help but feel that something is… amiss.

and then you realize his gloved fingers are locked onto your wrists in a vicelike grip.

“dear, you were right.”

“huh?! wait, is a disaster really going to befall liyue?! that’s bad, we should inform the qixing-”

“there is no need for that.”

“huh? what do you-”

“as long as you’re safe, it doesn’t matter. now, let’s forget about the insignificant things. are we not on a vacation? you said you wanted to see sumeru’s local products, yes? i believe there is a marketplace called the grand bazaar-”

as he leads you toward the direction of the bustling street, you stare at him in confusion. he looks and acts just as loving as your beloved, and yet this can’t be the same man that you know - your zhongli would have put liyue as his first priority.

“wait. wait, please - what… what was in that capsule?! we have to go back to that merchant! something’s clearly wrong-”

“nothing’s wrong, dear.”

the hold he has around your wrist tightens, nails (talons?) digging into your skin, and your eyes water in both pain and panic at this point.

your zhongli would have never hurt you like this.

“no! you-you’re scaring me! let go of me!” you try to jerk your arm away to escape from his grasp, but the effort you put in merely makes him sigh in calm disappointment.

a gasp escapes your lips when the ex-archon suddenly pulls you closer with a harsh tug, your body colliding against his as his other arm circles around you to rest on your back.

“don’t flail about like that, my love. what if you hurt yourself?”

your zhongli would have never made you feel unsafe. and yet as you look into the same amber eyes, instead of the usual warmth spreading across your body, all you could feel in your chest is the coldness of fear.

perhaps this really would be the downfall of liyue, for since the first time after its creation, their god has finally abandoned them?

“[name], where’s that package from akademiya-”

tighnari’s question halts when his eyes swept across the darkened empty room. though your curtains are drawn and normal humans would only be able to barely make out silhouettes of the furniture, he can clearly see that you’re not inside.

with a confused hum, he snoops on your desk, knowing that you won't mind. one object, in particular, catches his eye.

that knowledge capsule must be the so-called ‘package’ from the akademiya.

tighnari clicks his tongue and approaches your desk, lifting the item, which casts a bright pulsing green light into his eyes.

well. best to get this over with as fast as possible.

he has to fiddle a bit with his akasha terminal, but the process comes naturally to him. knowledge rushed into his consciousness, but as the first stream hit he immediately knew something was wrong.

the world fades to black momentarily as the data transfer commences.

…

the capsule drops with a loud thud on your bedroom floor. ears flicking, tail swishing in agitation, the forest ranger stared in a daze as a sense of urgency suddenly built up inside of him.

his baser animal instinct hisses and snarls.

how could he be so nai̴ve?

wrong. you’re not here. it’s all wrong.

he has to get you.̶

he has to get you and bring you into his nest, where you belong.

nȯ̷͓ͅw.̷̡̢̧͈͈̌́̂

his legs move before he could finish the thought. in his hurry, he forgets to close the door completely. the eerie glow of the knowledge capsule casts an ominous luminescence onto a fallen piece of paper on the wooden floor.

“[name], we found this on yesterday’s patrol in one of the abandoned camps. there were loads of empty crates and a list of ‘client names’. we know what it is, but we’re not sure how to use it (and whether we should even try to) and we don’t know what its contents are; maybe you can ask tighnari to advise on what to do about it?”

the metal cuffs he used to detain the criminal clatter against the wooden desk, and cyno sighs tiredly as he slumps onto the chair. yet another criminal jailed and waiting for trial. the scholar just had to make it difficult for both of them, refusing to come with him and always trying to escape his watch.

now’s that’s all settled with, however, here comes the harder part.

vermillion eyes fall onto the papers and the bag of evidence, and he sighs once more, although this time it was more of an 'i really don't want to do this' sigh. but cyno is dedicated and diligent, and so, despite his dislike towards the activity, he proceeds to fill in the reports.

yet moments later, he stumbles upon a question he could not answer.

— what is the content of the stolen knowledge capsule?

….

well, only one way to find out.

the sensation of using a knowledge capsule washes over him. for a short duration, he was rigid, unable to focus on anything but the sudden onslaught of information poured into his head-

cyno’s fist hits the wooden table when the link disconnects.

his eyes squeezed shut. his head swirls. his heart rate steadily escalates.

his mind is full. so full. overflowingly full. overwhelmingly full.

of yoǘ̶ͅ.

“[name].”

his chest tightens.

“[name]. [name]. [name]. [name]. [name]. [name]-̴̙͎̠͆”

out of the corner of his eyes, he catches the glint of metal (strong, durable, steady). his hand reaches out to take the object, fingers carefully tracing the material (cold, unlike your warmth, which he misses so dearly). it’s dirtied and he’ll have to wash it first (for nothing shall sully your skin), but it would do.

no dirty blood should touch your skin. no eyes should fall onto your beautiful visage. no. you are pure and good and his. how had he not realized this before? this should have been the bare minimum for you! he is your protector. he is the very definition of just and he is the only individual who is suited to keep you saf̶e.

“wait for me, [name].”

he h̴̹̎as to keep you safe.

your lover is, for the most part, always rational and seemingly indifferent to his surroundings.

which is exactly why you love riling him up. pressing buttons and flicking switches to see which ones trip him up the most, which makes him flustered, which makes him tick. it’s a fun little game, and you know al haitham finds amusement in it too, despite his ‘complaints’. it’s a dynamic that works out wonderfully, you think.

but sometimes, you want more.

“-and what, pray tell, were you discussing? why would you waste your time talking to kaveh of all people?”

“oh come on, don’t be mean! kaveh’s great. it wasn’t a waste of time at all!”

“having insubstantial conversations are categorized as ‘wasting time’, i believe.”

mo̷re.

“oh, haitham... just admit that you’re jealous.”

“what a ridiculous accusation. why should i be afraid of some mindless fool flailing to sweep you off your feet? he is incapable of doing so.”

“oh i dunno, his latest design for his thesis was quite awe-inspiring. i think he really nailed the functionality and aesthetic down,” you tap the knowledge capsule with your fingers with a wink and a cheeky grin, “you should see it for yourself. i’m sure you’ll change your mind.”

your boyfriend regards you with an unimpressed frown, although he can’t fight the curiosity of his scholarly mind to draw his focus onto the said contraption within your grasp. with a knowing giggle, you toss it towards the scribe and shrug, announcing that you were going out to get some food after a quick wash-up.

𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌

𝒕𝒐𝒄𝒌

m̸͎͗ore.

𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌

𝒕𝒐𝒄𝒌

you barely made it two steps out of the bathroom when you’re cornered by your boyfriend. the red lines on his eyes seem to be shining as much as the reds of his terminal, and you tilt your head in question.

“so? how was kaveh’s-”

“don’t.”

the harsh grip on your shoulder and the hard wall your back smacked onto made you wince, but al haitham barely bats an eye from your distress.

“stop saying his name. st̵̲̾op saying other people’s name.”

a shiver runs up your spine, and you silently nod. there’s an exhale of breath before a soft pressure rests against your forehead. through your lashes, you see him melt against you, eyes closed. red. green. red. green-

“i’ll go get that food first, okay?”

-red.

“don’t. stay̵̠̘̙̩͛ here. i’ll go.”

red. red. red.

“here’s the rest of the payment, dori.”

“ohoho~ splendid! always so pleased to do business with you!”

“oh no, the pleasure is mine.”

“i presume the capsule is working as intended, then?”

“it was adorable, the way he comes running like a puppy to his master.”

“gosh~ out of all my customers, you sure are one of the strange ones….. [name].”

you chuckle and wave her goodbye, quite sure that your lover was going to turn port ormos upside down any time now, when he finally realizes that you’ve given him the slip.

oh, you’re so looking forward to this pleasant change in your life.

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emotionalsupport-ljh · 5 months ago

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:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧ Woozi World :･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ

Sometimes Jihoon zones out.

Fluff - woozi x reader

Based on my favorite Woozi Quirk™ (ft. some of my favorite pics of Woozi World)

AO3 link

Word Count: 642

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A gentle melody played from the speaker as you sat on the white couch in the Universe Factory. You played a game on your phone and let the music sink into your mind, easily enjoying the new production made by your friend. Jihoon faced you in his desk chair with his eyes closed and head bobbing, lost in the melody. He wanted to gauge your reaction as his test audience, but he got distracted enjoying his own creation a little too much.

You had noticed this behavior in him before when he listened to music; you found it endearing how it seemed like the entire world would seemingly fall away to him, leaving him alone with the bars and measures. Music was often the catalyst for his little zone-out sessions, but sometimes he was lost in his own thoughts. In those moments, he would stare out into space with blank eyes and an expression stuck on his face. Sometimes he looked cutely and stupidly happy, and sometimes he looked lost and confused. During those moments, you would indulge a little bit in being able to look at him freely before pulling him back to reality. His little quirk only deepened the crush you had on him.

As you both sat in his studio and absorbed the new music, you watched as Jihoon floated into Woozi World bit by bit. His hands tapped out every beat which led to his head following the rhythm until he closed his eyes and hummed out possible melodies for the song it would soon become. You put your phone down and enjoyed the show a little longer before finally calling out to him.

"Hey," you started in a small voice trying to coax him slowly from his reverie. It didn't work. "Hello…” you trailed, “...Jihoon." You got a little closer to him and snapped your fingers in front of his closed eyes. All it seemed to do was create a new syncopation that he held onto with his tapping fingers which had him falling deeper into the song flooding his senses.

Frustrated, you cupped your hands around your mouth and half-shouted, "Earth to Woozi World! Don't leave me behind!"

With a sharp inhale through his nose, Jihoon opened his eyes wide and stared at you. You were smiling at him like you were going to start laughing at him. A blush washed across his face as he realized that he zoned-out again. He swiveled in his chair quickly to turn the volume down to a nice ambient sound that the two of you could talk over. When he faced you again, he couldn't quite meet your eyes.

You giggled and spoke first, "You let the song loop like five times."

"I'm sorry." Even in the blue and purple lights of the Factory, you could see the blush deepen in his cheeks.

"Don't apologize," you laughed out, reaching one hand for his knee, "The song was so good; I hardly even noticed."

He finally met your adoring gaze and smiled, calming down. “Tell me what you liked about it. I wanted to gauge your reaction.”

As you started the long list of praises you had about the work and comments on potential concepts and vibes for the piece, Jihoon had relaxed into his chair comfortably, looking completely calm. You tried to recreate some of the melodies with your own voice, only to be excited when you noticed the part playing softly in the background. Your input was precious to Jihoon; he watched and listened intently to all your ideas. His face stilled in a soft smile and his eyes were locked on the stars that sparkled in your eyes as you continued to talk about his music. He fell back into his own mind where the only things in his world that could ever exist were music and you.

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sensualnoiree · 7 days ago

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astro notes: daily transits & horoscopes 11/17

Sunday’s celestial setup amplifies the flow of information, with a Mars–Jupiter semi-square igniting sensationalism and an insatiable curiosity among the public. The Gemini Moon’s early opposition to Mercury and conjunction with Jupiter drives an intense hunger for knowledge and connection, though clarity wavers by nightfall as the Moon squares Neptune, creating mixed messages and foggy perceptions. With high energy early on and haziness in the evening, the day calls for discernment in navigating facts versus exaggerations.

Rising Sign Delineations:

Aries Rising With Mars in your house of communication, the Mars–Jupiter aspect stimulates bold ideas but may also lead to overstatements. The Moon’s early morning aspects heighten curiosity, especially around learning or travel, though the evening’s Moon-Neptune square may blur the lines between fact and fiction. Taking time to validate information today can prevent misunderstandings.

Taurus Rising The Mars–Jupiter influence activates your financial sector, stirring ambitions around resources, though there’s a risk of impulsive decisions. The Moon’s interactions with Mercury and Jupiter inspire ideas for income or budgeting, yet the evening’s Neptune square may cloud financial clarity. Double-check plans and avoid major investments until clarity returns.

Gemini Rising Mars–Jupiter energizes your self-expression, making this a day for sharing your thoughts with conviction. Early lunar aspects enhance your charisma, but with the Moon-Neptune square tonight, personal intentions could be misinterpreted. Communicating with extra clarity, especially in relationships, can help ensure that your message lands as intended.

Cancer Rising Mars–Jupiter stirs up subconscious restlessness, especially regarding old beliefs or hidden desires. Early morning insights may arise, yet the Moon-Neptune square in the evening blurs personal boundaries, making introspection more valuable than action. Today is best spent journaling or reflecting rather than drawing final conclusions.

Leo Rising With Mars–Jupiter lighting up your social sector, this is a day of heightened interactions with friends or communities. Conversations flow early on, sparking ideas for group projects or collaborations, though Neptune’s influence by evening suggests mixed signals. Stay mindful of boundaries to avoid misunderstandings in social dynamics.

Virgo Rising Mars–Jupiter activates your career, fueling ambitions and public communications. Morning lunar aspects bring clarity to professional connections, but Neptune’s influence at night may obscure workplace dynamics or goals. Today favors clear articulation of ideas and holding off on big decisions until there’s greater clarity.

Libra Rising The Mars–Jupiter aspect energizes your thirst for knowledge and broader life perspective. Travel or study plans may come into focus, and morning’s lunar aspects enhance learning, though Neptune’s influence by night introduces confusion in beliefs or plans. Engage with curiosity, but avoid firm commitments until details become clearer.

Scorpio Rising Mars–Jupiter stimulates your transformative eighth house, stirring intensity around joint resources or deep conversations. Early in the day, the Moon’s contacts with Mercury and Jupiter support insights into shared values, though Neptune’s influence by night calls for caution in emotional discussions. Approach sensitive topics with care.

Sagittarius Rising With Mars–Jupiter in your partnership sector, conversations with loved ones or colleagues can feel charged. The Moon’s early opposition to Mercury highlights communication, though Neptune’s influence later may create confusion in close relationships. Being clear and open-hearted in dialogues will help mitigate any evening misunderstandings.

Capricorn Rising The Mars–Jupiter influence energizes your routines, sparking ideas for productivity or wellness goals. Morning lunar interactions support practical communication, though Neptune’s influence by evening may blur daily details. Focus on grounding tasks, and reserve major decisions for when clarity returns.

Aquarius Rising Mars–Jupiter activates your house of creativity and romance, bringing excitement to self-expression and personal connections. Early on, conversations flow easily, but Neptune’s influence by night could introduce mixed messages in love or creative projects. Staying grounded in your intentions will help avoid misunderstandings.

Pisces Rising The Mars–Jupiter aspect energizes your home and family dynamics, amplifying household discussions. Early interactions feel inspired, though Neptune’s influence by evening may bring emotional fog. Clarifying intentions within family dynamics today will ensure mutual understanding amid shifting perspectives.

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zwolfgames · 9 months ago

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Yandere Draco Malfoy x reader (Part 3)

Requested by: /

Warnings: Talks of murder, unlogical magic use, abuse of spells, violence and yandere stuff.

Parts: Part 1 , Part 2

And it was ass-

Draco woke up early to do his hair, insisting that he'd do yours aswell. And no, you were never as high end as him, so getting all these forgein products put into your hair wasn't pleasant.

He began choosing your weekend outfits. Styled your school robes when he didn't approve of how ruffled they were, he even went as far as to push you into the bathroom to shower when he found you too greasy. By wich you mean everyday....

You hadn't expected the blonde to be such a control freak, but he was. Okay, maybe you should have...

Currently, you were simply walking down a secluded hall.. again, when the statue next to you and Draco let its axe drop.

You weren't fast enough to completly save your most controlling friend, tough you did pull him into you out of reflex. A bleeding cut was created on his left arm... but it was better then getting an axe trough your head, you suppose.

Draco screams out in angony and you wince as the sound hurt your ears.

You drag the fool with you to the infirmairy while he's crying out in pain, hoping you get there before he passes out because in no way are you strong enough to carry this lanky kid.

You grit your teeth as you think back to the now thrid attempt at Draco's life. What student even has the balls to attempt this even once? And how had the teachers not caught them?

And why is Harry Potter staring at you and Draco from behind a corne-

What.

You whip your head around to face the chosen one who freezes as he's caught.

"I can explain-" He stutters out with his hands up to show his innocence.

"Did you try to kill him?" You ask simply while Draco's just screaming.

"No-"

"Okay." You turn back around and keep walking, you had bigger problems then Potter's questions right now.

"What? No wait-" He runs after you as you keep walking.

You don't really react as you keep dragging Draco away to the infirmairy.

Mrs.Pomfrey gasps in shock as you bring Draco in, she immeadiatly gets to work and you can finally drop the screaming blonde onto a bed, tough he's mostly just crying now.

Draco demands that you hold his other hand while Pomfery heals his arm.

So you suck up your free will and sit next to his bedside to hold his hand.

Harry hasn't left... Just stares at the scene in confusion.

"Why are you friends with Malfoy?" The dark haired boy asks.

You eye him for a moment, as you've never talked before.

"I'm not." You shrug and Draco almost snarls.

".. You are." The blonde croaks out in pain, just to correct you.

You roll your eyes and Harry's frown tightens.

"Do you have any clue's on who's trying to kill him?" Harry asks, as if the target isn't right by you two.

"A student, thats all I know. And if you're going to be asking questions atleast make it less obvious that you're interogating us." You scoff and the boy bites his lip, pushing his glasses back up.

"I want to help-"

"Yourself. We know."

You finish for him and he looks baffled.

"Thats not what I was going to say." Harry frowns more, fidgeting with his sleeves.

"But it was what you meant. It's a student, thats all I know. Now shoo because the more I talk to you the harder this git squishes my hand." You side glare at Draco who is currently glaring at Harry.

"Then let go of him. He'll be fine on his own, come help us search." Harry suggests a bit calmly now.

Wow, you've never tought of just letting go- Ofcourse you had! Draco just had a deathgrip on your hand.

"This doesn't concern you, Potter." You shake your head. Harry steps closer to look you in the eye.

"No, it does concern me. Nothing at this school ever happens without Voldemort being behind it, it has to be some kind of elaborate plan to get the schools defences down." Harry tries to convince you.

"Ah yes, killing Lucius' son is gonna bring all of Hogwarts down! The worst it's gonna do is have Draco's dad sue the school or something." You explain.

"You know his father?" Harry asks in disbelief. "Well not personally, why?" You ask in confusion, eyebrows scrunching together.

"He's evil." Harry whispers as if he isn't being glared at by the blonde.

"Yea so? Thats not my problem?" You shrug again and ignore the pulling on your hand from a clearly annoyed Slytherin.

"What? That... Y/N, just help us, you're with Draco all the time, and you've saved him too. We can solve this together." Harry starts again with his proposal.

"No, Potter, let the teachers solve things for once, go study or something. And why do you know my name?" You narrow your (e/c) eyes.

Harry stiffens. From what you've heard of Draco's shittalking, he's quite the stalker. Tough you'd never expected to be a victim of it.

"Don't worry about it, you're well known-"

"I'm not."

"You're friends with a Malfoy."

"I'm not." You repeat again.

"..You are.." Draco buts in again.

You sigh at the absurdity of this all. Harry wanted that thrill of mystery. Draco wanted a friend he could control and you just wanted to pass this year.

Very diffrent wants and needs. Not compatible.

So you'd ditch them both.

Easy as that.

When Draco was allowed out of the infirmairy you helped him back up to your shared room and ran off as fast as you could.

Two goals in mind, catch the mystery person and avoid everyone else.

So, out of pure desperation, you stole a polyjuice potion from proffesor Snape's supply. How, you may ask. You snuk a letter up under the door of his office that said he was needed by Dumbledore in terms of his potions career. It couldn't be too obvious, but it seems you had nailed it.

So without furder ado, you threw a hair of your blonde 'friend' into the potion. You had snatched a Slytherin tie from his closet. Quite an idiotic descicion to let you live in his dorm...

Oh well. You were transformed in a matter of minutes, tried to adjust the now blonde hair back to how neat Draco usually had it and set off to go find the most secluded and dark places off the castle.

If they wanted Draco malfoy dead, then they'd have to try harder.

It didn't take long before you felt watched. But you had to keep the cocky air up around you. Chin up, back straight.

And bam! A spell again! Right past your face from behind. Since you weren't actually Draco, you had been on guard. And this time this sucker wasn't getting away.

You chugged down a speed potion, accio-ing your broom as you ran after the person. Draco's height aided your sprint, tough you hoped the polyjuice potion didn't affect your own pyshical abilities because you doubt that Draco could hold up running as long as you.

Your broom flew into your hand not long after, stealing tricks from Potter wasn't a bad idea as long as no-one saw it!

You didn't even sit on the long stick, no time for that. You just let it drag you along as it flew. You didn't know brooms could even work like that, but your will power was enough for it to do so.

You pushed off against walls as you followed this person into the darker parts of the castle. Deeper into the dungeons. They must have realised long ago that you weren't Draco, or they'd have tried something to hurt you.

Glidinf off of stairs, ignoring the harsh thuds you made against walls and the layers of skin under your pants that were getting torn up by your landing and frantic turns and collisons.

It could all be fixed. As long as you finally caught this damm person it would all be worth it.

With a last jump you caught onto the persons black hood, togging it off and holding in to keep them in your grip.

A feminine yelp left the wrongdoer's mouth as you threw her onto the ground. Letting your broom fly out of your hands so you could pull out you wand, aimed right at her neck.

A....

A child....

First year, maybe.... second year?

You didn't know. But you eyes widened at the sight of this... scared girl.

But now's not the time to be weak, who knows, maybe she took a polyjuice potion too to get the wrong person jailed.

"Explain, right now." You demand in a snarl. It must have looked a lot more intimidating considering you had Draco's face at the moment... It was strange hearing his voice say your words...

"I-I only want him dead!" The girl shouts out. You stiffen and tug her up by the hair.

"And why?" You narrow your now grey eyed gaze. Glaring harshly.

"His father ruined my family! Why are you helping him!?" The girl sobbed. You weren't sure what to do...

Let a kid kill Draco or just turn her in...

You couldn't let her roam free and try again. If Draco actually died you'd be suspicious too.... And intergogated. Truth serum and bam, they had you as the one that let the murderer get away.

Is that a selfish tought?

Are you allowed to think that way?

"I'm helping him because I'm not letting someone die, Malfoy or not." You bite back.

"Thats stupid, he's using you! Let me go!" The girl tries to kick you, a quick 'Stupefy' to the face knocks her right out.

No, you made your desciscion, better safe then sorry. You'd just... deliver her to Dumbledore... Thats better then.. Snape? Better then McGonnagall? Atleast punishment wise. Maybe.. they'd just send her to therapy?

Yea.. lets believe in that...

You carried the girl out of the dungeons. Exhausted by the end of the stairs. If only you knew a spell to make bodies float, too bad thats a Potter exclusive.

After some breaks and huffs, you got to Dumbledore's way too high up office.

Trying to make the walls open or whatever, you hadn't ever been here before...

And you still looked like Draco...

Oh this day couldn't get any worse.

You managed to open the gateway, dropped the kid on a chair at Dumbledore's office and looked him in the eye.

"Malfoy, what brings you and Delaine here?" Dumbledore inquires calmly.

"It's L/N, sir. This is the girl thats been trying to kill Malfoy, excuse my looks..." You sigh and run a hand trough your- Draco's hair. Too much gel for your liking...

"L/N? I see. And how did you aquire a polyjuice potion?" Dumbledore asked with an amused smile.

He didn't look mad but you were'nt going to risk it.

"Lucius Malfoy aided me and Draco in our plan, sir." You lied spontaniously. The old man didn't seem to question it and just nodded.

....

"She isn't going to.. Azkaban, right?" You ask in a whisper.

"No... Miss Delaine hasn't killed anyone... yet. She'll be undergoing a trial. I'll be sure to give your house twenty points for your heroic behavior. You like it on the down low, don't you?" Dumbledore smiles.

You stiffen at his sudden.. correct assumption.

You tought he knew lots, but to know personal things about you? Some random student? Weirdo...

What's he? All seeing?

"You're dismissed, L/N. Be sure to visit the imfirmairy, you look quite rustled." Dumbledore advised and opens the gateway for you again.

You nod and walk out.

Only when the door closes again does your calm expression twist into guilt...

You just ruined some girls life... Not as bad as going to Azkaban... but you defenitly fucked it up..

But.. but it would have been worse for her if she had actually killed Draco. You keep repeating that all the way to the infirmairy.

Why did it have to be some kid?

You weren't sure wether to tell Draco the morning after.

You had come back to the dorm, no strange onlookers glared at you now that you looked liked Draco.

Tough you watched in the mirror as the potions' effects wore off. As the blonde melted back into (h/c) and your body became your own again.

All while you saw the person you were sleeping behind you.

He wasn't even tucked in correctly...

So you did that first... then went to bed yourself.

And now here you were, with Draco gushing over how amazing you looked with the Slytherin tie and how you should steal his clothes more often.

You refrained from looking angry since he didn't need to know all about your reasons for it.

A shame you forgot to change before going to sleep...

He made you wear that tie for the whole day.

It was like a claim.

You weren't sure how you felt about this whole 'friendship' anymore now that the murder problem had been resolved...

Maybe you'd just stick around untill one of the teachers officially announces that the case was solved.

You just wanted your old friends back, your old roomates...

But luck was never on your side.

Not a week after, it had been revealed, wich seemed good. You weren't mentioned, just like Dumbledore knew you wanted.

But oh boy. Someone else knew.

Lucius Malfoy.

The man himself came to visit Hogwarts and singled you and Draco out after dinner.

Exposing your heroic deeds and making Draco like you even more.

he assumed you cared about him to do all this. You just had the basic human decency to not let someone die.

Thats all there was to it.

Atleast on your side.

After Lucius' visit, Draco didn't let you leave him like you had planned.

And you were finally fed up.

Packing your stuff, you'd just move back to your dorm without asking.

"What do you think you're doing?" Draco stood in the doorway. Closing the door behind him as he walked in.

"Moving back. The murder is solved." You state calmly, trying not to provoke anything in the blonde.

"Y/N, you can't do that." He shakes his head and opens your wardrobe again to put your clothes back.

"I can. I've helped you, it's over now." You refuse and put the clothes back in your suitcase.

Draco's face twists into a frown as he comes closer.

"We're not over."

"That isn't what I said-"

"You're mine, Y/n."

Draco announces so directly you needed a moment for the shock to pass so that that cringe feeling could swarm over you.

"Excuse me?" You ask in offence.

"You're mine. In everyway a person could be mine." Draco elaborates, it isn't making his words any better."

"You're sounding absurd." You facepalm but your wrist gets snatched and pulled to his chest.

"You don't understand. I want you in every way there is to want. You're my soulmate. Platonically, Romantically- whatever ally there is. You're the first true friend I've had. You're mine." Draco grins slightly... pshycotically.

Sure mental problems are allowed but keep them to yourself, jeez.

"Did someone make you chug a love potion? Go sober up in the corner and then we'll talk." You keep your cool. Even if you're freaking out on the inside. He isn't acting normal. This has to be a potion of somekind.

Surely it is.

"My father has already agreed that I can court you, Y/N. Don't you see how good this could be for you.?" Draco smiles, trying to convince you of his ultimate love.

You cringe and try to back away, but the blonde just backs you up more into the wardrobe.

"Don't fight our bond." Draco whispers rather creepily.

You'd rather fight both the bond and him if you could choose.

But the moment that you did, or well, attempted to punch him, you were out like a light.

Just like that girl you caught, Draco had 'stupefied' you too.

Knocked out cold for him to gush over.

He just needed a friend that wouldn't leave him.

A friend that wasn't fake.

And you were perfect, seeing as you had no trouble insulting him.

So you were his.

You'd stay his.

You had chosen wrong.

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Kinda lame ending, I know.

But I mean, good enough for a long ass one shot like this. Coudln't let it get too long.

Requests are always open. This is also on Wattpad (its one whole chapter there), and request can be done there too! Whatever you prefer!

have a nice day/night <3

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Words: 5210 (If you read all three parts)

taglist: @maggiecc

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poisonlove · 1 year ago

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A macchiato, please | j.o

parte 1 parte 2 part 3

"Wow..." I murmur in awe, looking at the massive medieval castle in front of my eyes.

"Why are we here?" I ask curiously, and Jenna smiles genuinely.

Tom stands behind us.

"It's the set for the new season... obviously all rented," Jenna says, pointing absentmindedly towards the building. The grandeur and impressive atmosphere of the castle leave me speechless.

"When do you start filming?" I ask curiously, looking around.

"Actually, in 10 minutes... but I'm running late," she confesses timidly.

"What? Then go," I say, laughing, and Jenna smiles, taking my hand.

"Come to my dressing room, they need to do my makeup and put on the wig," Jenna asks with a hint of a smile, looking at me with bright eyes.

We hear footsteps approaching.

"But, where the heck were you? You're late," my eyes shift towards the sound of the voice and I smile seeing Emma dressed as Enid.

The blonde girl with pink and blue streaks looks at us curiously"oh... you must be y/n" she says with a smile on her lips.

I turn to Jenna, and the girl blushes intensely.

"You talked about me?" I ask, and Jenna looks away, embarrassed.

"Just what was necessary," Jenna murmurs sheepishly.

"I know I'm late," Jenna says in a distressed voice. "I'm going now," she mutters.

"Move, because if Tim sees you like this... he'll give you a lecture," Emma says authoritatively.

Jenna sighs and tightens my hand, starting to walk towards her dressing room.

"Isn't Tom coming?" I ask, confused, looking at the bodyguard pacing near the car.

"No... when I'm working, he has free time," Jenna murmurs weakly and with a small smile, quickens her pace, dragging me along.

We reach the dressing room and enter. The atmosphere is filled with efficiency and vibrant colors, unlike the austere image I expected. "Here I am," Jenna announces, heading towards the makeup artist and hairstylist.

,"Out of curiosity, how did they get in?" I ask, and Jenna looks at me confused.

"What do you mean?" she asks curiously.

"Well... you sleep here, right? How did they get in?" I ask.

"Oh... when we're filming, theoretically, I go to where they are... but when I don't show up, I've given them spare keys to come wake me up," she says with a little smile.

"I see..." I murmur.

"They're professionals... I assure you they don't come to see me in the middle of the night," Jenna jokes, and I laugh timidly.

Jenna sits on the stool as the makeup artist begins to work with artistic skill. The instruments and products are organized, each ready to play its role in the enchanting transformation.

"So, Jenna, how do you prefer the makeup for this scene?" the makeup artist asks, focusing her gaze on her through the mirror.

"Something light but that accentuates the eyes, please. I want them to stand out in the key scenes," Jenna responds, with a focused expression.

The makeup artist begins to work masterfully, blending and mixing the colors to achieve the desired effect. Each stroke seems to be done with care and intention, creating a result that enhances Jenna's face without overwhelming it.

Meanwhile, the hairstylist works on the wig, patiently shaping it to fit Jenna's character. The dedication and passion of both artists in their work are palpable.

Jenna gradually relaxes, allowing herself to be guided by the skilled hands of the makeup and wig artists. The makeup is completed with a touch of gloss on the lips and a light blush on the cheeks.

"Ready, you're set to captivate on set," the makeup artist announces, admiring the work done.

Jenna smiles, satisfied with the result. The makeup artist and hairstylist leave the dressing room, looking at me with confusion and slight irritation.

"What do you think?" she asks, spinning around so I can get a better look at the full outfit. Jenna strikes a pose, lowers her head, and looks at me seriously through her lashes, imitating Wednesday without a doubt.

"You're amazing!" I exclaim sincerely, admiring the final result.

Jenna lights up at the praise. "Thank you, it's really nice to hear that our work is appreciated. Now, are you ready to witness the shots? You'll see how everything comes to life on set," Jenna murmurs, unconsciously rubbing a part of her lips.

"Wait," I murmur absentmindedly, approaching her.

The absence of heels emphasizes our height difference, and I stop just a few inches from her with a small smile. "What's up?" she whispers weakly.

I raise my hand and place my thumb on her lips, removing the lipstick that was close to her lips. Jenna closes her eyes at my touch.

"You had a bit of lipstick..." I say with a small smile, looking down at Jenna. She had lifted her chin and was looking at me through her long lashes, seriously.

"Thank you..." she confesses and then looks away, her cheeks flushed.

"Mmmh..." Jenna clears her throat. "So, shall we?" she asks with slight discomfort.

"Of course!" I reply, trying to dispel the tension with a smile. "I'm ready to discover the world behind the scenes."

Jenna nods, and we head towards the trailer's exit, ready to face the set and the start of filming. As we step out, I still feel the slight tension in the air, but also a new awareness of our friendship strengthening.

The set is a world of its own, full of activity and creativity. With every step, I feel more and more involved in this adventure, immersed in the magic behind creating a TV show.

Jenna introduces me to various team members, each with their crucial role in the production. There's a contagious energy in the air as we prepare for the takes. I can't wait to see Jenna in action and witness this spectacle coming to life, with her at the center of it all.

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urdepressedslut · 2 years ago

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Stray ❝part three❞

♡ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader/The Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: A glimpse into your past is shown. You and Bucky seem to be getting a little closer, maybe even starting to trust each other.

♡ Warnings: angst, hints to imprisonment, child abuse, injuries, fluff, dark themes

Italics are flashbacks

Part 4

You watched as the spider spun its web, creating the intricate design in the corner of the ceiling. The silk strings connected into a final product of beauty, something you’d grown to appreciate in this time of isolation.

You didn’t like it down here. It was cold, smelling rancid of something rotting. The worst of it all, was that the only lighting was a tiny flickering candle, sitting a top a wooden chair near the door. The rest of the room was blanketed in a thick gloom, leaving much to your imagination to create unsettling figures to creep in the corners of confinement.

You didn’t believe you deserved to be trapped down here. You had simply asked a question to your unbalanced Mother, wondering why there was crimson staining the front porch. As innocent as the question seemed, it had made Mother angry.

Her eyes were red with rage, her chest heaving like a rabid animal. Her grip on your scalp was excruciating as she dragged you by your hair to the basement stairs. You cried and begged for her to stop until you were thrown down the flight, silencing your wails as your ears rung, your body throbbing in pain. You didn’t have time to prepare for her returning grip on your scalp, as she dragged you into your current room. She carelessly threw you into the space, your body landing on the concrete with a loud thud.

The slam of the door alerted you that you were alone, leaving you in the small space, accompanied only by your sobs and whimpers for someone to help. This wasn’t the first time this had happened, but it never failed to confuse you. You just didn’t understand what you were doing wrong.

Snapping out of the memory of only hours ago, you focused back on the spider spinning it’s web, and wondered if the spider had another way out of this room, or if it was trapped… Like you.

The door swung open, causing you to flinch back into the wall, squinting your eyes as they became accustomed to the brightness of the light. Your vision cleared to see your Mother standing menacingly in the doorway, a leather whip dangling from her left palm.

Immediately, you knew what was to come. But it had been awhile since you last received punishment, and your old slashes had only fully healed days ago.

“Mommy please don’t!” You cried, watching your Mothers lip twitch.

“Take your dress off.” She spat, causing your breathing to come in quicker.

“Momm—”

“Turn around. Hands against the wall.” She commanded, her voice dripping venom.

“Please Mommy— I’m sorry!” You sobbed, your wails echoing against the stone.

“Take. Your dress. Off.” She shot out, each word more aggressive than the last. You could barely hear her over the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

You shook your head, weeping in pure terror of what was to come.

“Don’t make me get your Father.” She threatened, causing your pupils to blow out in horror, your heartbeat thundering.

You shook your head weakly, not wanting to accept defeat, but your fear drove you to slide the dress down your shaking frame, exposed and humiliated standing before your Mother.

“Now turn around. Hands against the wall.” She spoke coldly, then suddenly switching her demeanor to a sweet gentle voice, “I love you… But you still need to learn.”

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Your eyes flung open, your breathing erratic as you took in the water damaged ceiling. It hadn’t come as a shock to you when your sleep was interrupted by a memory. You sat up, shivering from the air hitting you clammy skin. Your sheets and blankets were soaked with sweat, your pillow slightly damp from tears. With a sniffle, you glanced over to the clock.

3:51 AM

Huffing in annoyance that you couldn’t sleep through the night, you swung your legs over the edge of the bed, deciding that you would rather start your day early, than possibly fall back into the void of torturous memories.

Meanwhile Bucky downstairs hadn’t even attempted sleep, knowing it wouldn’t come. He’d rather stare into the wall, letting himself get lost in thought. Picking through flashes of memories that would come rushing through his head. He was sat on the floor, letting his back lean against the couch. His mind convinced him he didn’t deserve something so soft, though he didn’t think he could even find comfort in the softness when he had grown so used to sleeping on practically nothing.

Instead of suffering through horrid memories, he let his mind wander to you. He couldn’t comprehend why he would let his guard down around you, but you held a safe, comforting aura, that made it hard to stop himself. He really wanted to trust you, and even more so— He didn’t want to leave.

He found your kindness and sweet demeanor infectious, sparking urges inside of him that he didn’t know he still had. His mind was overwhelmed with your kind gestures, it almost made him want to smile. Almost.

Although, he could see easily that behind your tenderness, was something darker. You were doing a poor job at hiding it, but he didn’t seem to be in a place to judge. Besides, everyone has their demons.

Meanwhile, you discovered that the power had come back on at some point during your restless slumber. You forced yourself to look more presentable, smoothing down your hair, and slipping on a new dress.

Yesterday you had on a white dress, light ruffles at the ends. Although, by the end of the day, the dress wasn’t the pristine white it had been. Dirt and walks around the fields had dirtied the dress. Now you wore a white blouse, with a baby blue thin strapped dress overtop. Your feet were wrapped in white lace ruffle socks, this pair clean versus the ones you wore yesterday.

Some might agree that your sock collection was far too excessive, but what people didn’t know, was that you were never given a pair of shoes. Your parents figured you’d never need to leave the house, and they didn’t mind you walking around in your socks, even through the flower fields.

You made your way down the stairs, heading towards Bucky. Taking note that he sat awake against the couch. You frowned at the thought that he didn’t sleep on the couch, you wondered if it wasn’t comfortable enough.

“Good morning Bucky.” You announced. He turned and met your gaze, his expression glum. “You’re up early.”

All you received was a slow nod.

Although, he’d wanted to ask what you were doing up so early, the sun hadn’t risen yet.

“Did you sleep okay?” You asked him, walking further into the room.

He wasn’t sure why he felt he needed to lie, but a part of him didn’t want to see you upset. After all you’d done for him.

He nodded, not trusting his voice to make the lie convincing enough.

You didn’t mind that he was quiet, you found his presence calming. Although he had a kind voice, from what you had heard little from yesterday.

“Okay well, I’m going to make some breakfast. I know it’s early but…I’ll let you know when it’s done.” You told him, nodding when he didn’t make a move to respond.

You made it a couple steps when his voice halted you in your spot.

“(Y/n)?” He called out, his voice gentle.

You turned and met his hesitant eyes.

“Yes?”

“Could you… Could you um…” He trailed off, “M-my… I uh…”

You quickly realized what he was trying to ask, and you felt relieved that he trusted you enough to help him with his arm finally. You had felt terrible watching him wince in pain every now and then.

“Yes of course.” You told him, walking over to the couch slowly, taking a seat.

Bucky lifted himself off the ground and sat down next to you, his arm cradled to his stomach. Why he felt comfortable enough for you to help him with something so vulnerable? He didn't know.

You could tell he was anxious, he was swallowing nervously, his eyes darting around the room, seeking to focus on anything but you.

“What happened to your arm?” You asked, trying to calm him down before you even attempted to touch him.

“It’s uh… It’s my shoulder. It’s dislocated.” He corrected, his eyes focused on the floor, ignoring your question.

“Oh. Okay um, I know what to do. I just need to set it back in place. Okay?” You told him, waiting patiently for his approval.

His brows furrowed. You knew how to set a dislocated shoulder?

“I’m going to touch you now okay? I’m going to grab your wrist. Is that alright?” You told him carefully, waiting for his consent.

While he was confused, he was also very appreciative that you respected him. You were patient like no one had ever been towards him before, and it was a foreign feeling, but one he welcomed.

He nodded, letting you know he was ready.

You kept your movements slow and steady, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, ignoring the heated sensation from the contact. He flinched slightly at your touch, and you stopped your movements.

“You okay?” You asked him, worry evident in your tone.

He took a deep breath, gathering himself before nodding for you to continue.

You wrapped your whole hand around his wrist now, debating whether you should count down or…

With a hard pull of his arm forward and straight, the ball of his arm bone connected back to his shoulder socket with a dull pop. Bucky grimaced in pain, but otherwise held no larger reaction. Releasing his wrist, you folded your hands in your lap.

Bucky could already feel himself healing slowly, the movement in his arm easier, less painful. He tried to ignore the buzzing sensation your touch left on his skin, he assumed it was from lack of gentle touch he’s had in over 70 years.

He glanced up and met your gentle gaze, forcing a small smile in appreciation.

“Thank you.” He whispered to you, watching your face brighten.

“No need. Happy to help.” You told him, standing up and heading towards the kitchen.

“(Y/n)?” His voice called to you, causing you to turn and meet his eyes again.

“Bucky?” You teased back.

“Thank you for everything.” He repeated, and you waved him off about to tell him not to worry.

“Seriously, you don’t have t—”

“No, you didn’t have to help me. You shouldn’t of… But you did. So… thank you.” He trailed off, the crease in between his brows back.

His words were a bit confusing to you, and you weren’t going to pry, but he was already so mysterious, his words were too vague for your liking.

“What do you mean I shouldn’t of helped you?”

Bucky’s face paled slightly, his breathing heavy. He figured there’d be no harm in telling you, and he absolutely didn’t have to tell you— But he wanted to.

“I’ve done bad things.” He confessed in a whisper, and you walked closer and sat back down on the couch so you could hear him.

“Bad things..?” You asked him hesitantly.

“I’m…” He hesitated, “I’m a monster.”

Your skin erupted in goosebumps at the way he said it, but you were having a hard time believing this skittish man was anything like a monster.

“Why... Why would you say that about yourself? Everyone has done bad things, but it doesn’t define you. You are who you wanna be.” You told him, wondering why you couldn’t believe your own words for yourself. “Do you wanna be a monster?”

“No.” He answered quickly, voice wavering.

“Then you aren’t a monster.”

“I am,” He argued, “If you knew everything I’ve done… You’d see me as a monster too.”

His words should’ve been alarming to you, but they had you thinking of how you viewed yourself. You were the monster.

“You don’t seem like a monster to me.” You whispered, your eyes holding his, understanding his dilemma.

“Trust me… I am.” He finished, tears gathered in his eyes. He looked away from your intense gaze, focusing on the feeling of the blanket.

“You haven’t hurt me in anyway, you’ve done nothing that would label you as a monster. You… You aren’t gonna hurt me right?”

Bucky winced from the question, knowing you were just trying to prove a point, but it still hurt to hear you say.

“Never.”

“Okay then,” You stood up, wiping your clammy hands down your dress, “I’m gonna go make breakfast.”

Without giving him a chance to say anything more, you left the room quickly, busying yourself in the kitchen.

Bucky was left deep in thought, wondering why you were so nonchalant about everything he’d said. Yes, he was trying to scare you, make you disgusted by him. That way when he had to leave, it’d be easier. But you had reacted so differently than he was expecting, and your understanding and softness had him speechless.

You truly were his guardian angel.

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envirae · 1 year ago

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my very first love ! — 08: everybody shut the hell up!

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nothing could have prepared riki for the stress that would come mere hours before your study session.

he had hardly ever interacted with girls his age outside of school, and he even tried to avoid it. when his hyung's threw parties with girls, riki was rarely in attendance.

it wasn't even a real hangout; you weren't even visiting each other's houses or even a local cafe. it was a strictly school-related meeting in the school's library. that didn't stop riki from freaking out, though.

he knew couldn't ask his hyung's for help, that would practically be admitting that they were right and that he did have a crush on you. so instead, he stood in front of his closet, practically ripping his hair out trying to figure out what to wear.

by the time he had finally found an acceptable enough outfit, half of his closet was on the floor, and he was almost late. he made sure to try his absolute best to be on time, something that rarely happened for him.

he arrived promptly to school at 1 pm, and he saw you in the middle of the library with your earbuds in typing on your laptop. the library was mostly empty, since it was a saturday after all. when you finally saw him, you took your earbuds in and sent him a warm smile as you waved him over.

he took the seat across from you, and the two of you began brainstorming ideas for the project. you showed him the rough draft of ideas you had come up with in the time since being assigned the project, and he looked at you with a blank stare. "are you following me? or am i going to fast?"

"no i- i'm listening, i'm just...a little confused" he responded, and you could tell he was flustered.

it didn't take long for you to figure out that riki wasn't exactly the best at physics, and you'd likely have to do most of the work for the two of you to get a good grade.

not wanting to hurt his feelings, you eventually decided that you would do all of the research, and leave it to riki to put together the information and create the powerpoint.

"you probably think i'm an idiot, don't you?" he timidly asked, hiding his face in his hands from embarrassment.

"not at all! lots of people struggle with physics. hanni complains about it almost every day." you reassured, which slightly comforted riki.

it was a little awkward at first, but you felt riki starting to get more comfortable with you towards the end of your study session. he was even starting to laugh at your (quite pathetic) jokes, and although you'd never admit it, his smile made your heart skip a beat.

when he had to leave for his dance practice, both of you were a little upset that your time together ended so quickly.

you, on the other hand, had a few hours before their studio time ended and yours begun, so you just stayed in the library, pretending to be productive.

you headed towards the studio around 5:00, but you could hear loud screaming and shouting just from the outside.

"YOU'VE GOT SOME FUCKING NERVE SHOWING UP HERE" you heard someone yell.

"YOU THINK YOU'RE SO MUCH BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE. EVERYBODY ELSE CAN SEE HOW FUCKING EMBARRASING YOUR BEHAVIOR IS."

that was undoubtedly soobin's voice. you immediately ran into the studio, to find all of your members engaged in a heated fight between enhypen's seniors and jungwon, with sunoo and riki trying desperately to get them to calm down.

you rushed to help them, but nobody seemed to be listening. they weren't even listening to each other, really. mostly just yelling and trying to prove to the other team that they were in the right. you didn't even know you could yell that loud, but the childish bickering was pissing you off so bad that you suddenly shouted,

"EVERYBODY SHUT THE HELL UP."

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SYNOPSIS: though all of his hyung’s are notorious for being some of the biggest players at HYBE, nishimura riki has yet to even have his first girlfriend. when his interest is finally piqued by a girl from their rival dance team, his hyung’s will stop at nothing to make sure he gets her— but not before causing a little trouble.

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dreamsandstars24 · 2 months ago

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To gain your trust...

SUMMARY: Going to the house of the wind to heal an injured fae is more strange than expected. *Warnings: Stalker!Azriel, OFC with name (I need my character to have a name, but you are free to use another one!), Healer!FC, Rhysand and Cassian are annoying; FC is confused and mentions a slight fake injury. That's it I think, but let me know if I missed something. A/N: Just a little fic I had on my mind. Let me know how I do because this is my first time writing something so long. Enjoy!

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In the dawn court, everything was made of gold.

During dawn, the streets sparked and created a shine that would never be found anywhere else; the skin of the fae sparked just as gold did, as if they had glitter spread over their cheeks. The streets were filled with music that couldn't be found anywhere else, and there was so much wonder in the sky when the sun was setting. The sight was so beautiful it made her want to cry.

That's what Iris missed the most about home,

Well, that and not having to climb all these stupid stairs.

Usually, Madja was the one who came to the house of wind when a healer was needed (it was the house of the General and his mate, so they wouldn't allow a stranger in). The high Lord was usually the one who winnowed her or flew her in, but considering that the inner circle and Iris had no connection or relationship whatsoever, she had no one to ask for a ride.

So she suffered as she climbed, cursing the creator of the stairs as her legs shook and she questioned her existence. Why was she in the night court again and not in her beautiful court? Oh yes, because she wanted to learn from Madja.

Best and worst decision of her life, if she was being honest.

But still, she climbed the stairs wishing she had the ability to winnow, fly , or teleport or just...do something instead of climbing. Lady Nesta was strong, but she clearly was not.

When she finally reached the top of the stairs, a painful moan left her lips just as her knees gave out. She fell on the floor with a thud and stayed there wondering how she would survive going down. Perhaps she would jump from the side of the house, it seemed more productive.

"Not to interrupt your train of thought, but you are needed a bit closer to the sparring ring." A low voice mumbled behind her, causing her to jump startled and almost fall forward in fear.

Something cold wrapped itself around her waist as a yelp left her mouth; the thing around her waist pulled her back and away from the stairs. "BY THE MOTHER AND HER CAULDRON!" She shouted, being moved away against her will. Once she was a few feet away, the feeling around her waist disappeared, and she was left looking terrified while she clutched her bag close to her chest, eyes wide.

Her eyes turned to a male with long hair and a smug grin on his face, his eyes bright with contained laughter. "Hello, Iris." He acknowledged her.

Iris swallowed and gripped the bag tighter. "Lord Cassian." She mumbled softly, trying to put on a brave facade but failing due to her early near death.

Cassian smiled at her, a bit brighter. "You were too close to the stairs," he noted.

Iris felt herself blush in embarrassment. "Yes, thank you for saving me." He should have left her fall and saved herself from this moment.

Cassian chuckled softly and shook his head. "Your gratitude is misdirected, Iris. You should thank our shadow singer."

Iris's mind reeled. The shadow singer? Azriel?

Cassian seemed to notice her confusion, and he also seemed to enjoy it. "Azriel sent his shadows over when he noticed you; they are the ones you should thank."

Iris merely blinked at him, cursing in her mind at herself.

"Shall we? You are expected." His hand motioned for her to walk ahead, so she tightened her grip on her bag and started walking.

After a few seconds, she stopped in her tracks when she noticed Lord Rhysand and his shadow singer on the ground; Lord Rhysand was staring at the shadow singer with a smile as the winged male clutched his hand on his chest. When he heard her, he gave her a smile, his starlight eyes shining in amusement.

"Oh, Iris. You're here," He said happily, standing up. "We were waiting for you."

Iris frowned slightly at the High Lord, confused. Since when was he so happy to see her?

"High Lord." She mumbles with a nod, still confused at his happiness.

The High Lord smiled brighter and moved away, standing beside Cassian. "Our shadow singer seems to have broken his wrist, and we were wondering if you could, perhaps, give him a hand?"

For some reason, Cassian started laughing, and Rhysand chuckled darkly. Iris looked between both males, wondering what they were laughing about.

"Enough." The dark voice of the shadow singer snapped from the floor, clearly not amused at whatever his brothers were laughing at.

Iris turned her head to him, only to find his eyes on her, analytic. Her body tensed up, noticing how he caught the change of mood.

Her reaction was natural, of course. After she had arrived at the night court a year ago, she had expected to be welcomed by Madja only to have been winnowed into an interrogation cell in the Hewn city, the shadow singer staring at her coldly and asking her why she would go to the night court.

Iris had been confused and scared, but she had answered sincerely; her answer, however, had not pleased the inner circle, and she had been kept in the cell for two days, the same question being asked over and over and over again until her High Lord had gone to confirm her identity. Yes, she was a healer with exceptional healing magic. No, she was not a spy. Yes, he was sure. He had no reason to send a spy to the night court. No, he wasn't lying. Yes, they could look into his head. No, he had never seen her before.

After two days, she was released from her prison and taken by Thesan, who took her to a suite in the Sidra and taught her how to use mind shields to protect herself from the daemati. Afterward, Thesan walked her to Madja's house, only to announce that the shadow singer would trail her for a few days.

Seeing him reminded her of the awful ten months of having eyes on her back, and she didn't like the feeling of being there again.

"Shadow singer." She mumbled coldly.

"Iris." He said, tilting his head, shadows like waves around him.

She wanted to bash his head to the floor.

But she would heal his wrist first.

She got on her knees, placing her bag beside them. "May I see your hand?" The question left her mouth sharply, angrily, but the shadow singer listened and stretched his hand towards her so she could inspect it.

Once she saw his wrist, her frown deepened. Turning to the High Lord, she spoke, "My apologies, High Lord, but what am I meant to heal?"

The High Lord's grin widened. "His wrist, of course."

Iris wanted to smack him. "His wrist seems perfectly fine." the words left her calmly. She had dealt with complex patients back home and would do it here too.

"Is it? I could have sworn it was broken. Isn't that right, brother?" The question was directed to Cassian, who only grinned wider and nodded.

"Yes it was. Horrible thing to see."

"He seems to be fine now," Iris stated, turning her gaze back to his hand.

"Oh, you should still check if it's okay. Bones, you know, no way of telling when they are broken." Iris was sure she had made a face when the High Lord made his comment. She had seen enough broken bones to know they had a tendency to made themselves painfully known.

Her ears catch a soft chuckle, which causes her to bring her eyes up to meet the shadow singer, noticing the slight grin on his lips. What was so funny now?; he noticed her look, and quickly erased the smirk, looking back down at his hand.

Counting mentally to ten, she grabbed his hand, noticing how he tensed up at the sudden touch; even the High Lord and his general had stopped chuckling behind them.

Carefully, she traced her fingers over his wrist, feeling the ridges of his scars but paying them no heed. Her magic wrapped itself warmly around his wrist, inspecting it and then retreating when she found nothing. Her hands let go of his softly.

"His wrist is not broken," Iris mumbled, turning to her bag. "Neither are the tendons. Are you in any pain?" Her words seemed to echo in the empty space, which made her nervous. Had she done something wrong?

"A bit." His voice came out slightly lower and raspier than usual as if a river were rushing through stones. For some reason, it caused a tingle in her spine.

She opened her bag and fumbled with some glass jars, finally pulling one after a few seconds. "Here, this should help." She turned back to the shadow singer, holding the jar out to him.

He eyed it, suspiciously. "What is it?"

"It's devil's claw, an anti-inflammatory," she grabbed another bottle. "And this is passionflower, to help with any pain. It seems your syphons did all the healing, but I will give you this just in case."

The shadow singer grabbed both bottles uncertainly. "Why not use your magic to heal me entirely?" He questioned, pocketing the jars.

Iris closed her bag. "I trust plants as much as I trust magic, if not more." He seemed curious about her explanation but nodded, not questioning her. Careful with his massive wings, he stood up and stretched his hand out to her.

"Allow me to help you."

Iris eyes his hand warily but decides to grab it. His hand was soft due to the scar tissue, warm as he helped her stand up; once she was up, she released his hand and turned to the High Lord and the general, both males looking at her with interest.

"Is there something else you require, High Lord?" She hoped he would say no. She wanted to go home and keep working on her herbal remedy.

"No, Iris. I am grateful for your help." The High Lord gave her a soft smile which was enough to send Iris over the border and make a run for it.

"In that case, I'll leave." With another nod, her feet took her to the stupid stairs.

"Iris." The shadow singer called out behind her, stopping her in her tracks. When she turned around, he was holding her bag on his hands. "You forget this."

Her cheeks flamed in embarrassment, staring at how the shadow singer made his way to her, her bag on his hands, his shadows pooling at his feet.

She cursed at him for being so handsome, then cursed at herself for thinking that. "Thank you." Her fingers wrapped themselves around the straps, taking them away from his hand.

The shadow singer eyed the stairs behind her. "Let me take you to your home." He offered, his hazel eyes going to hers, a strange brightness in them. Iris, however, felt sour at the reminder that he knew where he lived due to his stalking.

"I think I will brave the stairs, but thank you." Azriel arched an eyebrow, and the motion was so smooth that she stared at him in awe for a few seconds, her heart picking up speed.

"It's a lot of stars," he noted. "Allow me to do it, as repayment for helping me."

Iris wanted to say that she had only done her job, but considering how badly her legs were shaking and how -due to the climb, not to the shadow singer, of course- hot she was, she decided to accept.

"Alright then," she uttered, trying to put on a brave front. "I would appreciate it."

Azriel smirked at her and stretch his hand out for her to grab, his eyes a bit dark. "Shall we?"

For some reason, Iris felt it was a test but she couldn't comprehend why. Still, she didn't wanted to fail, so she grabbed his hand and nodded.

"Take me home, please."

And with a small, soft smile, shadows twisted themselves around her body. and a strong grasp on her hand, they winnowed away.

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After successfully -and awkwardly- dropping Iris at the front of her suite in the Sidra, Azriel went back to the house of wind where his brothers awaited for him with smiles on their faces.

"She gave you medicinal plants!" Cassian exclaimed as soon as he landed on the floor. "Isn't that the same as food offering?"

"If it were the case, then I'm afraid she's been accepting many." Rhysand laughed, a distant looked on his face. "Feyre is wondering is she can come for dinner tonight."

"No," Azriel answered for her. She wouldn't be near any of them any time soon.

"You wound me, brother." Rhysand purred. "We won't harm her."

"I'm aware, but she doesn't trust me just yet." He said shamefully.

"I wouldn't trust you either, if we are being honest." Cassian whispered, laughing at the look Azriel gave him. "You can't blame the poor girl for her behaviour, brother. You stalked her for almost all of her stay."

"I was doing my job." Azriel defended himself with no conviction.

"No, you were being an idiot." Rhysand declared. "Feyre and me asked you to watch her for a week, no more."

Azriel had to agree on that. They had only said a week but then he had just become so obsessed with her, her life, and how she was settling in. enjoying...once he realized what he was doing, he stopped but it seemed Iris still remembered.

"I'll fix it." Azriel smiled confidently.

"Oh, you will, brother," Cassian laughed. "I wonder how long it will take before your mate accepts you."

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