#and he's always on that damn violin

[perilegs]

It's not an immediate change. When the party arrived in Baldur's gate, Nøkk became quieter. Bit by bit. You could hear him sing to himself or tell tales by the campfire less and less. If he didn't need it to cast spells, Nøkk's violin would have started to collect dust. The night before the journey to the Bhaal temple was dead silent.

[deafsignifcantother]

if music be the food of love, chapter one

♥ chapter two! ♥ relationships: aroace Alastor x deaf female reader (queerplatonic) ♥ word count: 2.1k ♥ pinterest board ♥ warnings: reader got hurt by someone they loved before death, reader is shorter than him, bickering, reader loves tea, lonesome reader, alastor invading space ♥ my idea is that reader has a small stereo on her chest that lets out classical music based on her mood. I imagine that it comes from both her chest (softly) and the outside of her manor (loud as fuck).

Your manor is only visible to the town when the lights are on a tall hill and covered in trees. However, even if all the lights were off, people would at least know it's there.

There are two reasons: the tale and the music.

Tale, a story for the newcomers. They speak of a demon who plays music all day, doomed to play music forever. Oh, the music. The music can be heard from even miles away.

It's refined and dainty, and it reeks of misery. The classical music never seems to repeat itself; it goes on and on and on and on. The demons hear you only through your music. When you cry, the violins and cellos grow with a cruel crescendo. When you sleep, the music is soft, almost quiet. Everyone comes to an understanding, assumption, that if the music were to stop, you would be dead.

The demons who try to step closer to your manor will find themselves experiencing unfathomable sorrow and guilt. The sound of your music is the demonic ability you possess, and it's out of your control. Due to the sadness of your death, you are forced into misery in the afterlife. When you were alive, those you loved and devoted yourself to only broke your heart.

Everybody affected by your music feels that grief.

Alastor doesn't understand why people fear your manor. Your love-related pain doesn't affect him at all.

He starts up the hill, moving both on his feet and through the shadows. On his way to your manor, he focuses on the landscape. The landscape is beautiful; the forest below is so dense that the red sky disappears. Personally, he loves the music. He loves tuning in on you and hearing how you're doing. He sparsely gets to visit, so hearing the song of your heart is always so welcoming.

The worst thing to him is how long the damn walk is.

You're in your house, passing through the dining room, when the lights flicker. The people from the nearby town stutter when the usual sad music suddenly becomes upbeat.

Opening the door, you are greeted by Alastor's traditional smile. You're the one that initiates the hug. He gently wraps his hand around you, only for a short time before he pulls away and establishes his distance.

"Long time no see, my dear." He signs, his claws adding a flare to the simple signs. Truthfully, his sign for "my dear" translates directly to "sweetheart," which he's aware of, just putting faith into you understanding what he means.

"I'll start some tea." You sign, turning immediately to the kitchen.

He smiles at the jazz sneaking its way into your music. The people outside know what it means.

Alastor looks around at the new decor; the place is different every time he enters. It's all the things that you enjoyed when you were alive. That's what is most noticeable about you beyond the aura you possess and how stuck you are to the past; you refuse to acknowledge your situation, which is both a curse and a blessing.

From the kitchen counter, you look at him, seeing him behind you, his staff out of his hands.

He leans a bit forward. "I have news! Have you heard of the new buzz, the new project from the princess of hell?"

A small smile forms. "Charlie?" You remember many years ago when she appeared at your door, in tears due to your involuntary magic, begging you to teach her ASL. You politely declined, though you wrote her a long paper about Deaf Culture (often derailing to rant about your opinion on common debates/crazy events). You've never seen her again, but you're confident she's read it.

You continue, "Her projects are... sweet?"

"Sweet and quite peculiar. She believes that demons can be redeemed. How absurd!" His smile grows, his eyes squinting in interest. He knows you're devoted to being good and staying away from violence. He's here to convince you to join her cause.

"Fascinating," you can't help but show your pure astonishment. "She's on our side."

"Oh, how kind you are!"

The tea is ready. You turn entirely away from Alastor, and he lets you. Your thoughts are apparent; he has spent weeks excited about this conversation. He's absolutely fighting the urge to spill out every argument he has; he wants to mention that if you participate, you'll see each other daily. That hasn't even crossed your mind yet.

You pour the tea and take your time, a little nervous to continue the convo. Alastor's eyes remain on your frame, your casual clothing. The last time he saw you, you were dressed up despite spending your days alone.

You hand a cup to him. Neither sign; you stand still, staring at each other and drinking. Both of you already know what the other will try to say next. Your eyes are deep in thought while he is locked on you. The only reason you are doubting being involved with everything yourself is that you know your aura makes others depressed. It is not very good, isolating. On the opposite stance, Alastor always noticed how your music gets positive whenever he's around. He knows (guesses) that in the hotel, with his presence, your saddening demeanor would be no more.

He moves abruptly, you follow, and he sits on a heavily cushioned couch, dipping deeply, which makes him smile. Your soft smile grows—more piano.

"What are your thoughts?" He prompts with one hand. You take a very long sip of your tea before putting it down.

"I wouldn't make them feel comfortable," you explain. "That's all I think about."

"Ever so pessimistic, my dear. You never know unless you come to visit. What do you say?" He grabs his mic and jokingly reaches it to your face, "A simple visit?"

You put a hand to your temple. "My love," you sign without noticing how his lids droop in comfort, "do you really think I would belong?"

He puts his hand to his chin in faux thought. "Of course I do! The princess will approach you with open arms."

You let out a small, broken groan. You're not going to be winning this little debate. Alastor's going to be able to rebuttal everything you say. Knowing that, why is it still so hard to give in?

You put your hands in your lap before returning them to your temples. His smile grows, and the static radiating off him grows ever so prominent, tickling your skin. You look up at him when you notice the change in the air.

The way he looks at you gives away his intentions. He is standing tall in his usual formal way in his seat, but his eyes are ever so casual. He gazes at you more than anything. His smile is still wide and prideful.

You wiggle a finger at him. "Ah."

He squints.

You continue, "You want to see me more, don't you?"

"Who wouldn't?" He plays off, shrugging. "Your captivating presence has every demon in hell dropping their jaws agape."

"Youuuuuu," you smile mischievously, "you want to see me more."

He continues to wave his hands. "Your accusations are futile, go ahead and fill your pretty head with things such as affection," his shoulders bounce as he chuckles, "dreams about how I miss you."

A breathless laugh leaves your lips. Rather than continue the teasing, you let the positive atmosphere linger in the air. You lift your chin with confidence. "Practically admitting it."

"I know what you want me from me." He signs. You smile at how he interpreted it. You don't bother responding. Instead, you give him a sly smile and lift your cup, taking another long sip; his bottom eyelid is twitching.

The last time he saw you, he signed you many compliments and even danced with you to the rhythm of your music. He let you put your hand on his face as he leaned his forehead against yours.

Admittedly, you only started teasing him because you wanted him to tell you that he missed you. Obviously, he did. You didn't expect him to be so stubborn about it.

When you don't respond, he continues. "When I'm here, your heart sings in happiness."

You nod and sign with one hand. "Very true."

"Well, I find the sound lovely."

"Very appreciated."

You watch as he leans back and crosses his legs, lifting and finishing the teacup. You both spend a few seconds without conversation, just looking at each other. In an attempt to hide how flustered you are starting to look, you lean your head back and gulp down the tea to the point where the cup is hiding your face. But you can only keep it in that position for a short time. After finishing the drink, you place it back down, finding that Alastor is already sitting with his fingers intertwined and waiting for you. His eyes sparkle.

"My dear, I missed you very much." And as quickly as the affection comes, it disappears. "I must give the little lady what she wants. There, are you happy?"

"I missed you too, Alastor. Thank you for coming up again."

Sappy, sappy, sappy. Will you agree to return to the hotel with him now?

He straights his bowtie and stands. "My dear, I'm afraid our time here will be cut short; I have a hotel to show you, don't I?"

You stay seated, just eyeing him. Peer pressure, you sigh and try not to roll your eyes. A simple nose exhaling is enough to show him how you feel.

He leans his head to the side. "Is there anything I can do to convince you?"

You finally stand and meet his eyes. His eyes are gorgeous; you love the way he looks at you. He doesn't take his eyes off you when you step close to him. Your hands reach for his overcoat, and you adjust it fruitlessly, only wanting an excuse to touch him.

You smile. "I can cook you something for your long trip back."

"Our."

"Your."

You both lean in, smiles straining.

He tries again. "Our."

"Biscuits, I assume," you turn your heels and motion for him to follow you. The motion you make is beckoning, and when you flick your wrist, he grabs it and pulls you into him. He lets you go to see your response. Your heart is beating out of your chest. You fall for people too easily. His touch is demanding, yet his face is calm, and with how close he is, all you can do is stare up at him. Your feet stumble a bit to adjust to your new stance. He will fight tooth and nail to get you to follow him back; throughout his days, he always wonders what you're doing and your music might sound like. He'll close his eyes and try to imagine the melody in moments of silence at the hotel.

You can't find yourself stepping back. "I'm perfectly okay with where I am." A lie. "Nobody will bother me if I'm out here."

"And nobody will bother you when you're next to me, get it?" After he signs, both of his hands hold your cheeks. He tilts your head back and forth to try and lighten the mood that's getting a little serious.

You try to hold his wrists and pull his hands down, but he fights against you. He lifts your face so he can look at you head-on. The waist bends his body; he curls himself up to you. Your touch falls to his sleeves and then moves to his biceps, your fingers grazing him gently.

The music is fast-paced, like your heart. It sounds almost angelic, a new ethereal sound surrounding it.

"Okay," you fold but then immediately chew on the inside of your lip.

"Perfect!" He presses his forehead to yours quickly before pulling away. He's taking this win. He turns and eyes the room, motioning. "Packing anything?"

With a small sigh of defeat, you place your hands on your temples again. What would you even need? Like a spoiled child, you realize that if you did need something in particular, Alastor would get it for you. You smiled and shook your head to yourself. "I don't think I need anything at all."

"Spectacular!" Another dramatic sign. "Come along then." The fast twirling of his staff blows air onto you when you start to walk behind him, eyeing how his fingers twist. His head turns as he glances at you from the corner of his eye, his head dipping as his smile widens. The static in the air becomes thicker.

You take a deep breath. If you can say 'I told you so' to him, you will be bringing it up until the end of time. He knows that, so it's good that he's confident in himself and his deductions. He'll ensure you won't be leaving and isolating yourself any longer.

[nemisuki]

𐔌 ✧.* ᴛʀᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇꜱ .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ || A knight spending his whole life looking out for the princess, leaves him developing feelings that may be mutual?  

᧔o᧓ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, she/her pronouns, pure fluff, no smut or angst, oneshot, aged up, royal au, childhood friends to lovers, knight bkg, princess reader, words of affirmation, protective & jealous bkg, majority his pov, yearning, he just a lil guy, 1.1k word count

The sounds of chatter and violins drown out in the background, his gaze solely focused on the woman standing beside him – extravagant gown and tiara glistening from hanging chandeliers – her appearance almost too perfect.

Almost.

His brows furrow at the sight of the princess stuffing her face with pastries – eyes sparkling with joy as she tries multiple desserts that were brought from outside of the kingdom – humming with delight at each bite.

After years of staying by her side like a shadow – courtesy of knowing her since childhood – he would much rather take a wound to the chest then ever admit his growing care for her, something stronger than friendly bonds.

He would much rather not admit that the talk of suitors strongly irked him to the bone – made his fingers twitch on his sword – glaring at any noble who looked at her with anything other than respect.

The purity in her eyes was something unique in such an era of war and unnecessary foes.

And he'll be damned if anyone were to take advantage of such kindness.

"Katsuki, have you ever had such a delicacy?!"

His eyes roam over her features out of instinct – the puffy cheeks, bright eyes and cheesy smile – making his heart race, a feeling he wished to ignore.

But it urges him to reach out – which he did – gently wiping some bread crumbs from the corner of her mouth, relishing in the silky texture of her skin under his fingertips.

"Tsk, must you be so clumsy with your food?"

He rolls his eyes, giving her a stern look – hiding the way she can make him lose his composure in a matter of seconds – despite the training he endured to get to such a position.

She simply giggles at his words, seeming to not be affected by his rough exterior, he could tell by the way she looks at him – with amusement and open fondness – but most of all... hardened trust.

"I must ask my father to order some for the next banquet!"

"Yeah I'm sure your father will build ya' your own personal bakery, if you so much as compliment these goods."

Another pretty laugh.

"Maybe so! Father is quite bold."

He simply keeps watch as she nibbles away at her plate – that's basically overflowing – his glare hardening at some royals who looked her way.

The blonde instinctively takes a step closer as he sees a male approaching.

"Another damn extra..."

Practically hearing the bubbling anger coursing through his veins – she gently places a hand on his shoulder – immediately making him straighten up.

Though his glare doesn't lessen as the man bows before her, beginning to exchange words as they go over insignificant matters, the prince's gaze staying on her face a little too long for his liking.

It's always like this, lingering looks of desire and greed – from one's he'd cut down in a heartbeat if she'd just ask – none of these potential suitors are worthy to even be near her.

They didn't know her like he did.

Didn't know the way to make her laugh, didn't know how often she tended to the gardens, didn't know just how beautiful she is – with or without all the jewels and makeup – his favorite sight being early in the morning.

Her half lidded eyes and lazy smile as she opened the door for him to enter her chambers – no sense of boundaries at all with him – as she wore her nightgown and crazy bed head.

Maybe that's when he became such a morning person.

"Katsuki? Katsukiiiii? Kacchan!"

He jolts out of his thoughts, surprisingly being met with her confused face, leaning a little too close to his.

The blonde quickly takes a step back – heart nearly leaping out of his chest – his cheeks dusting in pink.

"Agh- what are you doing?! And don't call me that dumb nickname in public!"

"Well you we're just standing there when I was calling your name! You were glaring so hard that you scared the poor man away!"

"Hmph so what?! If he was that much of a wimp then he's just another weakling!"

"Gosh, always so mean tsk tsk tsk."

She tippy toes to soothingly pat his head, giggling at the sight of his embarrassed expression – hidden underneath his annoyance – she always seemed to laugh whenever he was around.

He grumbles and is about to swat her hand away but hesitates, instead grabbing her hand and tugging her along, out of the ballroom.

The jealousy within him fuelled his drive.

Her eyes widen as she picks up her pace to match his long strides.

"Katsuki?"

"I hate this royal crap."

Though he can't see it, her gaze softens as she listens to him – the hidden requests underneath each word registering in her mind – y/n already understands, humming along.

Her fingers eventually intertwine with his, a habit she's had since she was little, a habit that kills him every time she acts on it.

"Some sprouts finally started growing in my garden, would you like to see?"

He noticeably lessens his quick pace – recalling the dramatic heels the maids chose for her to wear on this event – he says nothing but changes the course to her chambers.

"Change into better clothes then, don't wanna ruin that gown remember? Probably worth more than anything I have on me."

Given her cheery demeanor, he expected a laugh or even a smile but he didn't expect silence as they reached her door.

He looks back at her with curiosity and uncertainty.

"Oi what's wrong-"

The blonde stands completely frozen as she suddenly tippy toes to peck his cheek, his grip on her hand tightening with shock, his eyes widening with disbelief.

Did she just...

Her eyes lock with his – and despite the flustered look on her face – she looks at him with a mix of sincerity and determination.

"You're value is worth more then any gown or gold coin-"

His mouth is completely dry and he's positive he sees stars. Shyness creeps up as her eye contact wavers but she stays strong to finish her declaration.

Declaration of something unknown to either of them.

"-at least to me it is."

It takes him a minute to register what the hell she just said, his body unable to react as she gives his hand one last squeeze – before realizing how cheesy that sounded – y/n running into her room all embarrassed as she goes to change.

Closing the door behind her to give them both time to realize the shift of the atmosphere – shift of their relationship – the duo both trying to regulate their racing hearts.

Hearts that yearns for one another.

It's safe to say they aren't just childhood friends anymore – or even princess and bodyguard – after that intimate exchange of underlying affection.

So when the servants around the castle saw the two, oddly silent and flustered, they could only smile at the sight.

Especially when they eventually went back to holding hands.

Guess no more banquets are needed if her suitor was beside her all along.

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[shirefantasies]

How Thorin’s Company Acts Around Their Crush

Hope all who celebrate had a wonderful Christmas! Since I’ve gotten some requests for The Hobbit characters as well I thought I would start with my usual beginning! Yes I’m repping ALL of them 😤😂 you can imagine the older members’ as taking place when they were younger or not…depends how you like it 🤷🏻‍♀️😂

Balin

✧ As his feelings for you grow, so too does his care for you. As if by magic he always seems to know where you are and what you need. Being more subtle and witty with his feelings, Balin is not the easiest to decipher in terms of intention but you can be damn sure you know he cares.

✧ Shares stories with you, tales of his ancestors or days as a young dwarf roaming the mountain halls, chuckling warmly at your reactions.

✧ There to catch you whenever you fall, hands gently gripping your waist as he asks if you’re all right.

✧ Tells you how much the others like you, especially if those around you are a bit tough about it. Balin hears and sees a lot more in his position so he is quick to reassure you.

✧ “Let me get one last look at you before I go- that’s all the energy I need.”

✧ Balin loves to hear your voice, so his guilty pleasure is asking you to read to him whenever you get a moment’s peace- please indulge him, he’ll be so relaxed and content!

Dwalin

✧ Acts like he's just going along with your ideas or whims, but in reality you're wrapped around his finger and he'll do anything for you, not to mention go anywhere so he can ensure you're protected. The way he always makes jokes for you and shows off in your presence may make it easier to tell how he feels!

✧ Offers you a drink at any opportunity, bringing you a mug or glass of whatever you prefer most, even if it’s just water.

✧ Playfully spars with you if you’re game, complimenting your form and encouraging you to try more daring moves.

✧ Does anything in his power to make you comfortable and stand up for you. The log you’re sitting on is uncomfortable? He stands right up then and there to carve it down. If he sees an orc get a strike in on you you’ll know who’d getting beheaded next.

✧ Laughs at jokes he wouldn’t normally, like if the others tease him Dwalin will probably smack them or snark back, but if you say it he’ll just laugh and roll his eyes, maybe lightly elbow you.

✧ I’m pretty sure it’s both book and movie canon that this man dwarf plays the violin??? So you know he is going to whip it out to impress you! And maybe it’ll make for an excuse to dance and sing together too!

Thorin

✧ Thorin is the sort to orchestrate his entire romance to a T, so you will not be able to decipher his intentions until the exact moment he plans to tell you, and that will take some time getting to know and trust you.

✧ Always moves you behind him when danger strikes, readying himself in a moment to stand in and defend you. If you've been separated, you're the first person he seeks to check on.

✧ “Give me your hand.” Anytime the terrain is rough or you could fall, Thorin takes your hand in his to gently but firmly guide you over/across it.

✧ It’s hard sometimes to defer to others especially with all the pressure of being king, but Thorin is intentionally very considerate with you, asking for your input and following your counsel.

✧ Drapes his coat over your shoulders if he sees you looking cold, his hands lingering a bit longer than necessary…

✧ Rather than tell his story, Thorin prefers to ask yours- he wants to know where you came from and why you care about the things you do. If nothing else he craves a feeling of understanding passing between you two, a deeper relation and connection. He’s not afraid to ask deep questions like if what legacy would you most like to leave behind or the most important character trait in your eyes because his partner needs to share his values and be comfortable with deep discussions.

Oin

✧ His biggest tell is the way he dials up the gentleman act for you and only you, behaving so much more politely and attentively.

✧ Sometimes people don’t take the time to have conversations with him due to his hearing difficulties, so he makes sure to be extremely attentive and show his appreciation whenever you talk to him. Expressive listening and reactions are his specialty!

✧ Having skills as a healer, Oin does anything in his area of expertise to ease your travels, whether it’s pain relief, soothing oils for your muscles, steam treatments for your breathing, etc.

✧ He knows a lot of games, too, so if you’d like Oin would love to sit down and teach you some. If you ever look bored or down he will approach you with cards or dice in hand asking if you’d like to while away some time or thoughts.

✧ In turn, any hobby you have is something he’d be eager to learn about. You like to see? Show him how! You paint? Well, what do you make your paints out of? He wants to find a way to support your joys.

✧ Does silly things behind the others’ backs when only you can see, making fun of them or just shaking his head no if they give bad advice. Acts completely innocent even if they catch you laughing.

Gloin

✧ The ability to speak one's intent and feelings clearly, perhaps even with a bit of poetry, definitely runs in his family 😌 He will pay you the best compliments you've ever heard, leaving you to wonder what wheels are turning in his mind as he speaks them.

✧ Unafraid of telling you how nice your outfit looks on you whether it’s the color or the fit or, as is most likely, both! Tells you, in fact, that you’re more beautiful than any gem he’s ever seen.

✧ Teaches you how to play all his favorite tavern games! Subsequently always asks for you to be his partner at them.

✧ “Oh, you’ve got a little…” Extending a hand, he gently removes a small leaf from your hair, gently brushing it back into place.

✧ Won’t give the others the time of day if you’re talking to him. “Can’t you see I’m talking to them and not you?”

✧ Becomes your designated lifter of heavy objects and opener of difficult things, flexing as he tells you that pretty much everyone comes to him for it (even if it isn’t true) 😌

Bifur

✧ Absolutely becomes a showoff whenever he sees you, especially when he's sparring. You're like an energy of your own, bringing him new vigor and passion to overtake his enemy before he flashes you a smile. It's fairly obvious what he's doing, but you can't deny its effectiveness.

✧ Gets you familiar with his signs so he can spill the tea about the others when they aren’t looking 👀

✧ Elbows you lightly to get your attention, then waves at you or wiggles his eyebrows teasingly when you peer at him.

✧ Strings together some beads he has on hand along with some pretty rocks that he found to make you a little necklace or bracelet! Looks so proud as he holds it up for you too 🥺

✧ Gives it his all in every fight where you’re in harm’s way too because it’s not just about him making it out anymore.

✧ Sharpens your weapons for you without you even having to ask 😌

Bofur

✧ Bofur is incredibly sweet around the one who draws his attention, always smiling when you look his way and address him and always laughing at your jokes. His actions could be seen as just friendly but he's incredibly generous and giving around you which is a bit of a tell.

✧ Starts breaking touch barriers! Just with little things like resting a hand on your shoulder as he teases you or expresses sympathy, offering a helping hand to stand back up, or taking your hand or wrist to look at your jewelry.

✧ Yours is the first hand he reaches for when Bofur starts up a song and dance. He holds you so gently but twirls you so eagerly, a smile on his face for you the whole time!

✧ Hype man. Believes in you like it’s a given- of course you look amazing, go on, you can do it, don’t be scared, they’ll love it. In his words, “Don’t dull that great shine you’ve got.”

✧ Sharing little running jokes is his favorite. Whether you two were the only ones to catch another company member say something ridiculous or Bofur was the one you shared a certain story or fact with, he loves those little points of connection and will never let them die.

✧ Loves to take care of you, so when you’re seated together at meals he’ll load your plate and pour your drink for you- you won’t have to do a single thing but enjoy your time!

Bombur

✧ Such a quiet sweetheart! You may not be able to tell he likes you because he's so subtle with his little gifts and waves sent your way, but he's always asking about you and trying to show he cares.

✧ Lets you sneak tastes of whatever he’s making even though he’d usually smack their hand away 🥰 Also he always serves you first at the end of the day and gives you the best bit of whatever he's made! And if you're a lady, he always says “ladies first” with the sweetest smile ☺️

✧ The absolute best if you get anxiety, like he will learn exactly what is best to do for you whether it’s breathing, words, serving as a living weighted blanket for you, a phrase or sensory experience, you name it! He just wants to see you smile again 🥺

✧ Quietly leaves you flowers by your bedroll when you aren’t around, just little surprises to bring a smile to your face at day’s end.

✧ Bombur has the most hilarious theories about how he thinks he can predict the weather, so rather than have you ask Gandalf he’ll explain them all in depth until you’ve got stitches in your sides from laughing.

✧ If you break touch barriers, expect the most shocked, happy :o face from him followed by a smile that slowly grows more and more lovestruck.

Dori

✧ Another case of 'could be interpreted as friendly', Dori practically fawns over you to make sure you're comfortable and have everything you need, but because he's a big brother it can come across like his natural sibling instinct.

✧ Anyone who bothers you gets the biggest scolding of their life- watch out!

✧ Making tea is his love/connection language. He'll offer to make you a cuppa if you're cold, stressed, need some energy, you name it and he'll do it for you!

✧ Practically shushes everyone to get your opinion when a ruckus emerges over some company decision or another, making some creative excuse why you have sway over it.

✧ Dori is definitely the sort to always check in and make sure you ate and got a drink too, always getting certain you’re keeping up your strength and care for yourself.

✧ Invites you to take walks with him when he wants fresh air and time away from his brothers, just the two of you enjoying nature and some one-on-one chatting and laughter.

Nori

✧ Shameless flirt! You'll know by the way his eyes travel up and down, by the way he smiles and approaches you, by his complete and utter lack of fear in complimenting and teasing you.

✧ Probably hits you with a pickup line as one of your first interactions, seeing you and immediately stepping in with the 'what's someone like you doing in a place like this'.

✧ Naturally he always volunteers to pair up with you on watches or lookout duty…just to make sure you’re safe, you know!

✧ Tells maybe, just possibly, exaggerated stories of his feats of heroism…or just gambling, whichever.

✧ One hundred percent the one who tries the old ‘yawn and put your arm around them’ trick one night by the fire or on watch.

✧ If his exploration leads him somewhere interesting you’re the first one he’ll be pulling over to check it out with him, pride written all over his face at your amazed reaction!

Ori

✧ He's so shy and polite around you that you can't help but wonder if his flustered state and smiles are connected to you. He also gets clumsier, suddenly walking into things and dropping them. What can be said, you just have an effect on him 😉

✧ Always points out animals he sees on your travels because he knows you like looking at them. Will sketch you pictures of your favorites so you can carry them with you!

✧ “Ooh, ooh! Sit with me!” *proceeds to not know what to say or do with himself once you get there*

✧ Knits for you, whether you request a scarf or gloves or a hat Ori will make it for you. “Here. This’ll keep you nice and warm,” he tells you as he passes it over, smiling sweetly as your hands brush.

✧ Tries to replicate anyone else’s feats. Fili threw a knife and hit a bullseye? Well watch this. Bifur balanced three bowls on his head? Care to see Ori do four? And if he doesn’t, please don’t laugh too much!

✧ Asks your favorite everything, like what flower you like the best, what meal you enjoy most, what’s your favorite color. Your favorite flower will forever make Ori think of you, and in fact it becomes his muse. He dedicated two whole pages to pressing and sketching them, one for him to keep and one for you!

Fili

✧ Epitome of 'if he teases you, he likes you'. Always shooting you jokes and smoothly grabbing your attention to show you things. Fili just gets a twinkle in his eye around you and his behavior clues you in.

✧ Teaches you the best way to throw knives, standing behind you to help you get the best angle 😏 asks if you’d like to give a name to the one you do the best with!

✧ Such a great listener. Goes full-on chin in hand just watching your animation intently, nodding and smiling as you speak.

✧ Struggle with something in Fili’s sight and you’ll never lift a finger at it again. He swoops right in to help you, always reassuring you it’s no big deal at all.

✧ Opens his arms immediately if you’re stressed or grieving, offering a warm, comforting embrace. He gives amazing hugs, too, a hand sliding soothingly up and down your back as he pulls you in.

✧ Trips and falls in front of you, but saves it by saying he lost his footing because you were so stunning 💁🏻‍♀️

Kili

✧ If he teases you he likes you part two. He also shamelessly flirts by winking at you and doing anything in his power to hear you laugh, so you'll be able to see what's up pretty quickly.

✧ He has a habit of taking things to see if you notice, just small things like if you leave your comb sitting out or lay down your weapon to go talk to someone, he'll snatch it up and hold onto it to see how long it takes! "Just keeping it warm for you ;)"

✧ Takes it upon himself to teach you archery or help you practice, making lots of corrections to your stance, especially with guiding hands on your hips 👀

✧ One night Kili has a coin perched on his hand. “Heads or tails?” You call your guess, and as luck you call it correctly. “Well, that means you get to sit with me tonight,” Kili replies with a wink.

✧ If you don’t mind it, he’ll probably end up giving you some sort of nickname, whether it’s based on some sort of inside joke or just something you like or remind him of.

✧ Conversations he’s involved in quickly involve you, too, as Kili can find a reason to think of you amidst even the most mundane topics.

Bilbo

✧ He isn't flustered around you, but he behaves with a certain awkward consternation that you wonder at. If you have a tougher time reading others like me, you might think he's just plain studying you, confused even, but in truth he is hyperfocusing on every little part of your interactions!

✧ The type to always stick by you, making sure he's the one seated next to you at mealtimes and placed next to you at the campfire.

✧ “Perhaps we ought to hold hands? Just to keep together. After all, it’s quite crowded out here.”

✧ Being introverted as he is, a big sign of Bilbo’s care for you is the way he approaches your time together- even at the end of the day he will still come to you, making it clear time together with you recharges. It equates to ‘me time’, which is big for him.

✧ Asks a lot of questions about your home, the cultures you come from and languages you speak. Bookish as he is, Bilbo will undertake learning your other language(s) and trying to bring pieces of your home right to you!

✧ “So, have you ever… you know, thought about settling down someday? After all this is over.”

[eunandonly]

under the mistletoe: strings attached !

୨୧ ; a dance major and a musician? yeah no way, at least, not in this university!

pairing! dancemajor!jungwon x violinmajor!reader | wc. 0.8k | warnings: kind of rushed IM SO SORRY and my thoughts were so disorganised ㅠㅠ EN-

🖇️ : jungwon’s uni fic is finally here ~ it’s kind of christmas themed since ONLY TEN DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS

so you and jungwon attend the same prestigious arts university

there’s multiple different departments: dance, theatre, art, music etc

jungwon is in the dance department and he’s CRAZY GOOD everyone knows him

if there’s a dance festival or event coming up you just KNOW that he’ll be centre with the most killing parts

you are a music major and you play the violin

the violin was the first thing you held in your hands as a kid

like as soon as you gained a consciousness your parents handed you a 1/32 violin to play on

jungwon just really really really hates the music majors

he thinks you guys are all arrogant who think anything that’s not music is unworthy

no because why did that flute major look at him like he’s a carton of milk that went bad

you don’t like the dance majors either

most of them have strange personalities and look half starved

ANYWAYS jungwon has to admit

you’re good at what you do

you’re first chair violin in orchestra FOR A REASON

there’s a reason why the professors give you the solos EVERY SINGLE TIME

there’s also a reason why you sweep up ALL THE AWARDS at competitions

but that doesn’t mean jungwon has to like you

well you don’t really like him either he’s always hogging up the dance practice rooms when you need to go there for the mirror (your professor keeps telling you to improve your posture)

girl why is he practicing at 4am gtfo

so it’s yet another annual christmas festival

you got the solo for winter by vivaldi

are we surprised? no.

jungwon got the centre role and the killing part for his dance performance.

are we surprised? also no.

yeah but we are surprised about the music and dance department collaborating

jungwon started feeling queasy just from the news

wdym a few selected music majors are going to form a chamber orchestra to play the music for his dance for the festival

of course you’re the first violin in that as well the world just loves torturing jungwon

so yall meet up together in the bigass dance practice room for rehearsal

let me tell you: jungwon does not like how the cello is leaving scratches in the dance practice room floor

get that flipping endpin OFF the precious wooden floors

rehearsal is already off to a bad start

also jungwon started genuinely tweaking after a guy broke his rosin and it went on the floor

he was about to throw hands before you suddenly apologised

“oh, sorry about that. me and the guy will clean that up asap.”

maybe you’re not that bad after all

jungwon’s hatred and passive aggressiveness towards ou slowly fades over the month of rehearsals

instead of bickering you were starting to notice how well he dances like DAMN that line really clean

and jungwon keeps noticing how your violin playing is so good how you doing that shit

you also notice that jungwon’s looking kind of fine HMMMM

but you just tell yourself to ignore that there’s no way you’re crushing on a dance major

atp you’re just gaslighting yourself you stay back until like 2am claiming you need to “practice” (you just want to watch jungwon dance)

you guys still argue everyday though jungwon is so annoying

it’s really giving “i hate you but wait you kinda fire” vibes

christmas eve finally approaches

and since it’s a nice fancy event everyone is dressed up nicely

you see jungwon in the morning for rehearsal HOLY SHIT HE LOOKS SO GOOD

you get really flustered and jungwon finds you so cute

you're blushing as you talk to him and jungwon just stares at you the whole time

jungwon may seem nonchalant outside but he’s screaming inside about how pretty you look in your black dress

your winter solo absolutely devoured

jungwon filmed the whole thing on his camcorder that was just too good

and your performance together with jungwon was also so good

JUNGWON’S DANCING *faints*

after the performance you just watch the twelfth night performed by the theatre majors and the philosophy student do yet another dry reading of some boring book

there’s also a little late christmas dinner going on that jungwon and you go to together

you two go from bickering to a giggling mess after a few glasses of champagne

jungwon takes you to see the giant christmas tree afterwards

he gives you his coat because he’s a gentleman and you’re freezing in the december snow in your dress

im just here imagining you two staring at the tree as it snows and jungwon suddenly says

“oh look, we’re under a mistletoe. you know what this means, right?”

you panic so hard for a second oml

your heart is beating SO FAST (flight of the bumblebee.?) but you can't let him know that

you just scoff “we are not going to kiss-“

jungwon just shuts you up with a sweet little kiss

you’re not complaining you only protested to protect your dignity after hating on him for two years straight

✉️ : @icyy-hoon

[rhaenyraeri]

Eternity - Remmick

Pairing: Remmick x fem!Reader

Summary: Eternal damnation is only preferred when you both can spend eternity together, not when you’re alone.

Warnings: major character death, gore, angst(!), i did some lore changing, mayhap a little ooc smoke. i did my best lol. also minor proof reading was done, I wrote this listening to mound bayou on repeat and made myself sad writing it

Also, a note: i wrote this with a reader in mind that bared no resemblance to one race or the other, leaving it open to actually being an x reader. as a white person, it makes me upset to know there are people writing x readers in a way that isn’t racially descriptive of everyone reading, and also to know people are writing of the reader being in any way related to the klan.

if i made any mistakes, please let me know! i want to make it as racially ambiguous as possible. my writings are a safe place for everyone to feel included.

The sun came over the horizon and onto the vampire Remmick, and the two he had been hellbent on killing. A slight gust of smoke filled the air. Pain surged through his once, just a moment ago, envious, rage-filled, hunger devoted body. He let go of Sammie, who ran over to Smoke, grateful to have survived. They watched as the flames grew higher, now covering Remmick’s body, signaling his demise. They were safe now, the hell that the night had put them through had now come to an end. They backed away, creating distance from what was happening before them.

As his body hit the ground, they turned to make their leave. They’d survived the evil that filled their juke, at the loss of so many of their loved ones as well as friends and acquaintances. Limping away, the sound of sobbing filled their ears. It was you. Remmick’s wife, the one that earlier in the night, when his group arrived to the juke, had been right by his side and shown deep admiration of him. The two of you led the group, doing most of the talking, and you tried to compliment your way inside, of course to no avail. Stack had even, when you all walked away, minorly praised your attempt, saying you had the most appeal out of them all because of how charming your words were.

Now, here you were, laid across the charred body of Remmick, sobbing the most mournful, desperate, horrid cries they’d ever heard. Both men were unsure of where you came from, or how exactly you hadn’t met your end with the others. A vampire, like the rest of the hive minded bodies of their company that night, in the sunlight, though your skin was not showing any signs of weakness to the sun. When you looked up from where your head was on Remmick’s burnt chest, it was daylight. Your teary eyes slowly traced from the sky to your body. You weren’t dying. Not even in the slightest. You were damned to this earth from the gift Remmick gave you all those years ago, when he saw you performing with a group, playing some songs of their lineage, admiring how perfect you played that violin. You were different.. something he couldn’t live without. That he was sure of. The night you met, he’d spoke to you after the performance and, with that charm of his, got you to a secluded location, changed you, and from there on out you were inseparable. Love at first sight, he called it.

You knew you weren’t dying with him on this day. You’d suffered wounds from the fight just before and, although painful, they weren’t life threatening to you. To any other, it would’ve killed them. But you were different. Remmick had always said that, with how human you remained after you were turned, how you weren’t affected by the hive mind at all. The sobbing grew more intense, as your life with Remmick flashed before your eyes. The night at that bar, the countless days you’d spend in that abandoned cabin in the woods the two of you called home, the talks of, in another life, having a family together. A real family, a child of your own and a house you took deep pride in. The two of you were cursed to this life, and you knew you’d never get out of it. There was no returning to what you once were.

Footsteps rang in your ears and got closer, a pair of steps shuffling alongside them. You looked up, eyes so blurry with bloody vampiric tears and human tears alike. You could make out the figure, belonging to the man named Smoke.

“How come you’re not burning?,” he noted, squatting beside the two of you in the shallow water. No remorse was to be shown, as he lost the woman he loved but an hour or so before, to the man you laid clinging to. What sympathy were you to be given? You were just as compliant to this as Remmick.

“I… I don’t… I can’t.. I don’t know,” was all you could mutter out between each smothering cry. Remmick was all you knew, all you had. Not even a group of vampires remained. You were alone. Forever. A fear you had told him about one night, after he’d shown concern from being out in the sunlight too long from greedy feasting.

You heard Sammie whisper something to Smoke, who then stood up from his position.

“You’ll see Annie again… and your baby boy. I know you will,” you spoke, your words laced with complete confidence. She knew a lot with her practices, and you knew that mojo bag protected him against the vampires. The love they shared was strong enough to bind them together forever, to meet once more when it came his time to pass.

His feet came to a dead stop, as he turned to look at your pitiful state once more.

“How do you know her? About our son? How can I be so sure?”

“The love you two have.. it does more than you know.”

He stared at you. He was conversing with one of the creatures of the night that cost him his love. He raised the gun to shoot you, but he stopped himself. To be fair, you didn’t deserve mercy from him. You knew that. But the heartbreak in you begged for it. It crawled around your chest, scratching your skin like knives, cutting at your deadened heart, and dragging the guilt around with it.

Once more, he turned to leave. You were to succumb to the sun at some point, and that wound in your torso would only speed it up. At least, that was the hope. As he walked away, your crying grew louder… and louder.. and more desperate.

“Please!,” you managed to scream out, causing them both to turn to you once more, “I cannot live the rest of eternity like this.. Kill me.. Let me be free..”

Annie had said the souls were trapped in the body of a vampire when they were changed. She had shown remorse for them, knowing they’d never feel the sunrise again and that they were cursed to walk amongst this hate filled world for all eternity with no escape other than death. Smoke took a breath. He thought of his love for her, how her faith in her practices meant she and their son would reunite with him once more. He took some steps, bent down to get a thick, sturdy stick, and approached you.

Your body was basically covered in the ash from Remmick’s corpse now, pieces of the char stuck to your face. As you looked up, you made eye contact with the man in the back, Sammie, and gave a look filled with sympathy and sorrow. He experienced terror at the hands of your husband, and you felt for him. You then looked to Smoke, staring right into his eyes as you gave him the most thankful look you could, as he stabbed the stick into your chest, right into your heart. The pain was profound and horrendous, but you kept your eyes locked on his and with one last wail of tears, your words ran together. He could only make out two words; your final words.

“Thank you.”

He stood above the two corpses now, just looking. He didn’t know how you were certain of him reuniting with his family, but it gave him hope and, oddly, comfort. He moved you closer to Remmick’s body, so the two of you could, maybe, reunite in a world where you got your happy ending. An ending he hoped he would get the blessing of experiencing himself one day.

[drinksondaph]

𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘𝐂𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒ೃ࿐

ೃ࿐𝗥𝗔𝗙𝗘 𝗖𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗡 𝗫 𝗞𝗢𝗢𝗞!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: reader is kind of weird, mention of butts, random sexual turn, blow job, dirty talk, pet names 18+ mdni

It was mid July and the cold air of Tannyhill caused the blonde to sigh in relief for he had escaped the hot air and humidity that he had to deal with the entire day

Rafe kicked off the heavy boots that he adorned before grabbing a glass of freshly squeezed lemonade from the fridge and made his way upstairs

The instrumentals of Brahms filled his ears as he pushed open the slightly cracked door of his bedroom, that's when he was met with the sight of you, cris cross at the vanity he built you which had the both of your names engraved onto the leg

The desk was littered with all sorts of makeup and fragrances that Rafe had bought you, one expensive thing cluttering over the next

Your brows were furrowed and your tongue slightly stuck out of your lips as you focused on combing the knots out of your hair, this caused you to miss the way Rafe snuck up behind you and laid his semi cold finger tips on your shoulder

“Holy fucking shit!” You slightly jumped, now seeing your boyfriend in the mirror, moving to turn your music down

“You have these damn violins and shit so fuckin loud” he kissed your forehead, making sure not to get in the way of the consecutive stokes through your hair

“You know classical helps me focus” you pouted, having a precise and strict hair routine is no joke, you can't walk around these streets looking any type of way, especially cause girl after girl tries to weasel their way towards Rafe, but he always made it known that he was yours

“I just don't see the appeal of dead old guys playing a bunch of instruments” he ran hand through his own hair, just for the same blonde pieces to fall right back in his face

“They don't play, they just composed it duh” you rolled your eyes, drenching your hair in even more water with your endless spray bottle

“Same difference” Rafe pulled you back by your cheeks, placing multiple pecks on your puckered lips

“Shut up before I put my finger in your butt”

This caused rafe to abruptly stop his movements, an overly offended look painted his face, “excuse me? How old are you?”

“Kind of late to be asking me that now buddy” you playfully stuck your tongue out him, the narrowing of his eyes indicating that his patience was wearing thin, oh how you loved to grind his gears

You watched as he took a seat at the edge of your bed, “You're a sick person, you know that?”

“That makes two of us baby cakes” you got up from your seat at the vanity, straddling his lap as your knees dug into the fur of your pink throw blanket

He captured your lips in a kiss, your eyes fluttering shut as his tongue slipped past your parted lips, he suddenly moves to bites your neck, gently biting and sucking on the skin, his hands now moving higher underneath the fabric of your dress, gently caressing the sensitive skin of your thighs, “this dress is so cute baby”

You could feel him grin against your neck as you let out a moan, “Thank you babe”

His hands move closer to your core, his thumb began circling your clit through your wet panties, wanting to hear you moan more for him

You put your hands on his shoulders pushing him back, “yeah buddy you're done”

at this point he can’t help but lean back a little to look at your face again You looked so perfect flushed, struggling to keep yourself together, he grabbed your jaw bringing your face to his lips again causing you to whine “stop itttt”

He mumbles against your cheek as he mocks you “you stop itttt”

You push yourself up, now just sitting on his waist as a slight pout painted your face “You're trying to be nasty but I need to get ready”

He rolls his eyes, hands still sneakily trying to creep around the hem of your dress as he rasps, “babe cmon, you look perfect already, jus give me some lovin'”

Damnit. The rasp of his voice and the lingering touches that inched up on your thigh had you folding. You pull him into a deep kiss, interlocking your lips with his

He gently bites your bottom lip, signaling for you to part them as he let his tongue slip into your mouth, once you do, he slides it inside, tasting every part of your mouth and grazing your tongue with his own

You tug at his belt, removing it as he lifts his hips to slip his pants down to his ankles, still mumbling against his lips “Gotta make you nut now”

Rafe couldn't help but let out a laugh, the way you acted when you were needy was a whole different animal, one of Rafes favorite versions of you, he wouldn't say that straight up though

“Yeah baby?” He smirked as you lowered yourself on his lap so you were face to face with his crotch, the hardness poking out through his boxers

You nodded and pushed his shirt up, kissing around his torso, encouraging him to grow harder, “Then go ahead and take care of me..."

You pulled his dick from his boxers, his tip leaking and practically yelling at you to relieve its aching appearance “wan' make you feel good”

You could feel his intense eyes on you before you took him in your mouth almost savoring the taste of his precum that leaked from his tip

He gripped onto your hair as you began to bob your head up and down his dick, tracing the throbbing veins with your tongue, the effort put into your hair routine completely forgotten as he started to rasp, “fuck baby, like this mouth was made just to make me feel good”

You hummed around him causing his whole body to vibrate, he continued to control your movements, spit pouring past your lips as you sucked sloppier, your eyes tearing up each time he drove himself deeper into your throat, “should shove this dick down your throat to shut you up yeah? Fuck it so hard til you can't speak”

Rafe groans, his breath speeding up as his heart races against his ribcage. His eyes squeeze closed and he lets out a moan, “gonna make you crave this shit 24/7 honey...mhm”

Wetness pooled your panties as you brought your hand up to the base of his shaft, beginning to stroke the length that you hadn't swallowed

Moans and curses of your name falls from rafes lips as he coaxed you, “My pretty girl, getting that mouth worn out, hm? Such a sweet slut for me”

The sound of your gags filled the room as you tried to take more of him, wanting to make him proud, knowing you succeeded as he groans and gasps for air, his body trembling as you flatten your tongue to take him even deeper

“Shittttt m'gonna nut baby tell me where you want it” you popped off his dick before you started to speed up the motion on his tip, jerking him as his breathing sped up and his abdomen tensed

“Wan you to shoot it all over my face baby, please, want to feel it all over me” now in retrospect it was a bad idea, having your makeup done and all, but your mascara was already kind of smudged so fuck it

This sent Rafe over the edge, overwhelmed by the pleasure you're giving him, his grip gets a little tighter on your hair, and he can hardly speak to tell you that he's reached his peak “ Take that fuckin load all over your pretty face baby, s-shit”

His warm load landed on your face, some on your lips, forehead and cheeks as shocks ran through his body and he jolted in pleasure before breathing heavy, attempting to calm his heart rate

He rested his tip on your lips, spreading the cum around urging you to lick it off, swiping over his tip in the process

You came back face to face with him as a smug look rested on his face “Mmm so damn pretty like this”

He referred to the remaining cum that occupied you face, causing you to roll your eyes “you're sick”

He laughs and gets up, making his way to the bathroom just to come back with a warm cloth, he started to wipe at your face, cleaning you up, “Should really let you go outside like this” he mumbled

You shook your head,brain too jumbled to make a smart remark

“Jus kidding baby, that's for me to see only” Rafe brings his face down to yours, kissing you passionately and pulling you close with his other hand

“Love you”

“Love you more baby cakes”

[hw4-l1z]

hi! I was the one who requested the "fuck the stress out of me" fic. I loved it so much omg I was just reading it for like the 15th time. I got another one if you don't mind

<3 take you time with it tho <3

instrumentalist reader and hyunjin. hyunjin has always admired reader's fingers, how they would move so flexibly on a violin, or so fast on a piano. he sends a text to one of his members like ("omg his fingers I swear. i'm so jealous of his future partner") or smth along those lines, but he accidentally sends it to mn. and then mn fingers him so damn well.

sincerely, me, a violinist, living vicariously through this.

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Idk much about instruments so...sorry I tried😭

Sub!hyunjin x Dom!m!reader

Cw: fingering// hyunjin almost has a panic attack// spit as lube// finger sucking// mentions of saliva// handjob//

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Hyunjin= purple text

Reader= green text

It was a simple little mistake. His stupid ass fingers clicked the wrong contact. He hadn't realized until he got a message from you, seeing that your message had made no sense he clicked on the notification thinking maybe YOU text the wrong person.

His heart fucking dropped. His confused expression turned into a face of pure fear. There he saw that his message that was meant for felix was instead sent to you. He was so embarrassed face turning red as he read over his own message again and again.

It was a picture of your hands whilst you were playing the piano followed by:

"HOLY SHIT HIS HANDS HIS FUCKING HANDS, HIS FINGERS AHHHH I NEED THEM IN ME NOW"

"His future partner is gonna be so fucking lucky GOD I'M JEALOUS"

How could he be so stupid. He should've properly looked at the contact he was sending these texts to ESPECIALLY since they were horny ones. It's common for him and lix to send messages thirsting over men but now he's not sure he wants to be doing that anymore. He reads over your message.

"Ummm...thank you?? Was that meant for me?"

He was about to reply apologising before the speech bubble appears signalling that you're typing.

"Hyunjin?"

"Are you still in the building? Where are you I wanna talk to you"

His heart begins to pound in his chest, his breathing picks up as his eyes well up with tears. He's about to have a panic attack. He can't believe this is happening. He wants to message you back but the other part of him wants to block your number and avoid you for the rest of his life. But he loves you too much to cut you out his life like that so he decides to message back.

"Y/n, I'm so fucking sorry"

"I'm still here I'm in chan-hyung's studio"

"It's alright let me just talk to you, come back to the room"

"Please"

He stand up on shaky legs as he leaves the studio room and towards the room you're in. He stands outside the door for a minute, trying to calm himself down and wipe away his tears. He builds up the courage finally, knocking on the door lightly before opening the door. You're sitting there patiently wating on the small couch in the room. You look up at him and tell him to sit down next to you.

"Hyunjin...I-"

He cuts you off before you can speak "Y/n I'm so sorry, please forgive me, I promise I wasn't trying to be weird, I understand if you think I'm gross but I just wanna apologise, it was wrong and weird and out of order and-"

"HYUNJIN" you shout, shutting him up quickly. "Slow down, take a breath...I'm not mad at you I just wanna know...who exactly have you been sending those messages to" you quirk up a brow. You knew about his crush on you but you never knew he was sending his horny thoughts about you to someone.

"Ummm...felix..." He says shyly. "Felix? You thirst over me to Felix? Hmm" you look away surprised. "Does he do the same? Not about me but does he thirst over anyone to you?" You ask.

A little smile grew on his lips, realizing you're more interested than mad, "yeah" he laughs through his nose "he thirsts over channie-hyung alot".

"Hmm I'm not surprised to be honest...so you wanna talk about what you said hmm?" You said smirking at him. His eyes widen as he turns to face you "talk about it? Like what?" He questions.

"Well maybe talk about what exactly you meant, what you want me to do with them" you give him a teasing grin. His face flushes as he sees you moving closer to him slowly. "Do I have to say it? You read it yourself you know what I want" he looks at you with sparkling eyes.

"I wanna hear it for myself. Tell me what you want darling" you say, your face now nearly touching his, your noses brushing lightly against eachothers. "I...want you to use your hands on me" he breathes, going for the kiss before you pull yourself back, pushing him away a little. "Ah ah ah, not what those messages said. I'll give you what you want if you just use your words and tell me what you really want".

You raise your eyebrows up at him quickly, urging him to say it. He looks at the ground before quietly saying "want you to finger me". You shake your head, hooking a finger under his chin and making him look you in the eyes "louder and more clear" you rasp. He gives you a frustrated look before finally saying it "I want you to finger me please" he begs louder this time. "Good boy" you say as you tap his cheek.

Your lips crash onto his, moving him back until he's laying down. Your hips pressing into his so perfectly as your tongue enters into his mouth. He moans into the kiss as one of your hands move down his body, cupping his length. You begin to lightly squeeze and rub it from outside his shorts as he squirms under you.

You waste no time as you begin to yank off his shorts and underwear leaving him in just his shirt. His cock leaking against his lower abdomen as you spread open his legs. You stick two fingers into his mouth to wet them, swirling them around as he sucks and coats them perfectly. Once you feel they're wet enough you pull them from his mouth a string of saliva connecting your fingers and his lips. You move your hand down and in-between his legs, pressing them against his puckered hole. You rub it gently before slowly sliding on of your long slender fingers into him, it reaches further than he can reach with his own and it feels so fucking good.

You slip in a second finger before you begin to slowly move them in and out of him. Your other hand wrapping around his weeping cock, stroking it at the same pace as your fingers inside him. He moves his hands behind his back to lift his hips up and give himself more leverage to make it easier for you. Your fingers are pumping into him faster now, moving at such a pleasurable pace as your hand on his cock does the same.

You curl your fingers up as the pads of your fingers press against his prostate deliciously as his hips buck up with a loud moan. He looks gorgeous. Such a mess and all because of your fingers. You lean back down whilst your hands are still working rapidly, kissing his deep and full of lust. His head is spinning, the feeling of his hole being used and the warmth around his cock is all too much. He can already feel himself about to cum. He knows it's quick but he just can't help how good he feels.

His eyes roll back as his jaw slacks open, you pull away from him slightly, watching the look on his face as he cums all over his tummy. A strained moan leaving him as his body tenses through it. Once his body relaxes again he's panting and jerking up into your hand as he rides out his orgasm. Your cock twitching in your pants at the sight of it all.

"Care to help me now?"

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[tsuyalovebot]

i saw this post and it was so clearly a cod post but all i can think about is caleb and specifically the way YOU write him bc you write him so delicious

https://www.tumblr.com/starsinmylatte/773162772586479616/missionary-with-your-fav-military-man-but-his-dog

oh my. hello, anon! i'm kind of giggling and kicking my feet right now, so thank you so much for sending this in! i'm so happy knowing that the way i write for caleb is well-received. i try to put a lot of thought into his mannerisms and dialogue without it being too much, so this means a lot.

(even though 90% of what's on my blog is inherently nsfw... i have two long caleb pieces coming out please wait for me (´˘ -˘ 人))

also the post you linked. oh yeah. i totally see this with caleb. his necklace drives me insane sometimes. knowing that it has a tracker and that he constantly wears it, going as far as to kiss is before he flies? everything.

ramble below on this thought for you, nonnie. :]

in missionary, caleb's got so much control. but unless you've purposefully riled him up prior, he won't be rough. underneath the tough exterior of the colonel is still your dearest childhood friend or brother (contextualize this accordingly if you are more comfortable with en or cn material). it's only natural that he craves you in every way, shape, or form.

he's hoisting your legs upward at first, contemplatively squeezing your calf with a thoughtful expression. it takes a moment before he's instructing you — "keep 'em up, yeah, like that" — and lowering himself onto you. (you don't realize until later that he was contemplating having your legs up on his shoulders instead.)

kisses with him were almost always needy. starting off with an almost hesitant connection of your lips, like he was afraid you'd dissolve. but all it takes is either his own desire or your encouragement before he's pressing harder, heated breaths fanning over your face and his groans falling low into your mouth.

his hips buck in time with his fueled desire, little grunts ripping from caleb's pursed lips in agonizingly dragged out thrusts, the veins of his length like threads of a corkboard mapping your interior. always moving as if he was determined to merge your body with his.

and those biceps. your eyes tracing the flattering bulge of skin and muscle on either side of your head, sometimes trailing down to his abdomen and watching the muscles flex with every sticky withdrawal and introduction of himself inside you. the breathy sighs and whispered i love yous that leave his mouth were almost always accompanied by a knitted brow and concentrated gaze.

it's all overwhelmingly attractive. but the most attracted was caleb's damn dog tags.

whenever you'd keen, lost in the violin strings of a harmonics that carried you into ecstasy, the jangle of the chain and the light tap of cool metal met your chin. caleb doesn't notice it past the first few thrusts, his eyes wrenched shut in concentration as the hottest groans known to mankind leave his open mouth. but you do.

your laughter is what makes him open his eyes. the violet hues fall upon your crinkled eyes, the curvature of a smile he's memorized with his lips and tongue greeting him instantly.

it's contagious, and he smiles too. "well, aren't you a beauty today. what's got you smiling like that, huh?"

blown pupils meeting yours, you find it in yourself to reply as he slowed to a halt. eyes falling down to the offending object around his neck.

"your necklace keeps hitting me," you comment.

not at all are you mad; simply amused by a thought that emerged in the middle of your entanglement. the sweat that dots his hairline matches the rosin-like finish to his bare chest, and you place a hand over one pec.

"ah. does it hurt?"

"no."

"do you want me to take it off?"

your frown was so quick to form, it makes caleb laugh above you. the asshole was clearly pulling your leg.

grouchy, you grumble, "never say that again."

a charming tilt to those chapped lips is all it takes for you to shift beneath him, walls tenderly contracting around his girth. he bows his head, forehead narrowly missing your chin as he stutters out a low moan. the glare he shoots you is playful. serves him right.

you sigh and grin, relenting. "i just think it's a good view. it's a good look on you.

he murmurs an "i agree," (though you aren't too sure if he was referring to his view or yours) while propping himself up more securely. you could feel the heat from his arms as they shift beside your head, how his legs shift slightly further apart, thus nudging yours.

the openness makes the penetration all the more apparent. the look on his face tell you he's more than pleased, the crescent moon fold of his eyes reflecting your closest person when they open.

"cute, pipsqueak. real cute, tellin' me all that while i'm like this. you planned this out." caleb moves down, stealing a languid kiss from your lips. teeth teasingly pulls at your lower lip. he likes to do that now — the little thief. two can play that game.

there's movement once more, like he was rewarding your honesty. your back slides against the bed in time with the expert grind of his pelvis, pleasure jolting your your body with a vengeance.

it takes a moment, but when he moves, the dog tag swings. the metal apple glints, and you raise yourself, snagging it between your teeth. and before he could question what you're doing, you dig your nails into his back and move up, just enough so you could kiss him.

when you fall back on the soft, cottony sheets, the spit-glistening metal glimmers between his lips. the famished glower appears, and your body responds with harsh pulsations like a heartbeat. he looks famished.

"mine, now." one hand lazily cups his face, thumb sweeping over his cheekbone and kiss-swollen mouth, then dropping to your side. you're smiling before you even realize it, a giddy giggle escaping you as you say, "good dog."

there's nothing but heavy breathing between your two bodies. you barely have time to register the heavy throb and swelling of him inside you.

until he huffs, galactic gaze thinning into a cross-section of disbelief and mirth. "huh."

his mouth is sinful in its smirk, and he thrusts. hard. a garbled gasp leaves you, the bed creaking and the headboard thudding precariously.

heartbeat kicking up a gear, you're wide-eyed as caleb readjusts his position. completely sinking down onto you and into you, your hips tilted up and legs freely in the air. all oxygen escapes you in that very moment — you swore you could feel him in your throat, stars decorating the outline of your vision.

"good dog? so i guess it wouldn't hurt for me to misbehave a little bit?" he taunts, honeyed words vibrating against your cheek. he's nuzzling you, cooing at the drunken state of your expression.

then, you feel his lips ghosting your clavicle, cool steel on your chest as he presses impossibly deeper into you, drawing back to just the tip.

and as if to really drive it in when he starts pistoning into you, he snickers. "woof."

[honey-milk-depresso]

Hello! May I request Diasomnia boys dealing a very sick S/O? Like they will get sick every month. High fever, vomiting, headaches, blocked nose, sore throat, you name it and they have had that illness before. And they're also very behind on their studies because of this.

I had a friend like that too, and she’s currently in another school but we still talk to each other once in a while. This might be a little bit of my own experience mix in this so hopefully it doesn’t sound weird :”))

Diasomnia looking after a really sick s/o

Malleus Draconia

The smallest of a little sneeze from his precious child of man already makes him panic. Seeing you bed-bound with a runny nose, sore throat and headache, he’s getting an actual heart attack.

How can one be so frail??? Malleus might offered casting long lasting healing spell, or try making an elixir to make you permanently well again that no sickness can touch you no longer. But even you think it’s a bit too much when he elaborates how hard it is to find all the damn ingredients.

But Malleus is insistent. “It’s alright, my dear. I will scour the whole continents to find each ingredient.”

After much convincing from you, he reluctantly agreed to just help make simple, healing potions that can last you for a few days before you need to consume them again from him.

He might also consult Lilia on what he should do to entertain you while your bed-bound, and I swear to the SEVENS that he will bring his whole violin as entertainment while having many other brass instruments playing a whole orchestra of soothing music for you like you’re royalty or something like-

He might’ve also consulted with Silver for help and he told Malleus that you probably only wanted his company. To talk to him while you’re stuck in bed for a while until the potion boils finish so that’s what Malleus do. It’s rather peaceful just sitting there and talking to you quietly. It makes his heart feel at ease and he hopes he makes you feel at peace too. <3

Lilia Vanrouge

He’s experienced in taking care of sick people because he had young Malleus and Silver, so he’s pretty much equip to look after you.

Although Lilia has never quite experienced someone who can REALLY get sick and stay sick for a long time, he’s up for the challenge if it means to care for you. You’re his S/o after all!

Lilia is actually really good! He knows how to make the bed super comfy for you to sleep in, his voice always soothes and calms you down, he always remind you to take your meds and drink lots of water while you’re at it. Maybe he’ll ask Malleus to make you a potion to cure your sickness for a while or do it himself!

Just errr…. Don’t eat his cooking because, well, we all know how ominous it looks. And tastes.

Lilia has the habit of reading bedtime stories to you, mostly because he did that for Silver and Malleus when they were younger and he projects that action into you to comfort and soothe you while you’re sick. After all, you won’t feel better if you’re heart isn’t at ease, either.

When you finally fall asleep, Lilia smiles softly before kissing your forehead, sitting on the chair beside you bed and watch over you. <3

Silver

He panics a little, but the first thing he’ll tell you is to get lots of good rest and sleep.

He also tries to mimic what Lilia would do when he was sick during his younger days: singing you a lullaby, try reading bedtime stories (although he might fall asleep halfway), reminding you to take your meds and drink plenty of water.

Silver may also seek Malleus help in making a potion that could help you recover for a while or even lend one of Lilia’s storybooks to help you.

Would stay around you to be company while you’re bedridden, even if he gets sleepy and tired he’ll never leave your side or stop taking care of you.

Might’ve also tried to cook for you, but he only cooks soup because he doesn’t really know what else he can do. He just hopes it can make you feel better at least.

While you rest in bed, Silver, although succumbing to falling asleep, still holds your hand while you rest as both of you fall into a deep slumber together. <3

Sebek Zigvolt

Panicking beyond belief. How can one be so fragile and sickly?! He can hardly believe it and he doesn’t know what to do when you are bed-bound. The smallest sneeze of you already has him all over you with concern, so with your really sick nature, he’s practically made it a point to just be in your life now. Like he shares with you.

Initially, Sebek might’ve come off a little bit insensitive, saying how you should exercise more or something to build up a better immunity system. However, Lilia taught him otherwise to put you first. He knows the boy cares about you so he’s helping him show care in better ways.

He learns to cook soup, pray to Malleus for help in making a potion for your sickness (which the latter helped obviously), might’ve also pulled off the “I WILL TRAVEL THE WORLD FOR THE RARE POTION INGREDIENTS TO CURE YOU FOR GOOD” thing like Malleus which you have to keep on insisting for him to, I don’t know, not be stupid to get himself killed and he RELUCTANTLY listens to you.

He watches over you despite being tired and despite him not being the most lovey dovey or romantic boyfriend out there, you know he cares about you, maybe much more than you know. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

[bradleysass]

hypnotize - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 696

James' birthday had always been an extravagant affair. If left unchecked, Sirius would throw a party so grand it would make New Year's Eve blush, but James preferred something quieter when it was just the four of them��him, Regulus, Sirius, and Remus. A cozy dinner, some drinks, and a night spent wrapped in warmth with the people he loved.

So, that’s exactly what they did.

Sirius and Remus were curled up on the couch, bickering over a board game while James and Regulus sat on the floor, leaning against the couch, James' fingers lazily playing with Regulus’ hand. The dinner had been great, the cake even better, but James still had one wish left for the night.

"You know what I want for my birthday?" James mused, tilting his head toward Regulus with a hopeful smile.

"A new car? A trip to Italy? My eternal servitude?" Regulus listed dryly, though his lips quirked up at the corners.

James leaned in closer, voice softer now. "I want you to play me something. On the violin."

Regulus stiffened immediately. His hand, which had been lax in James’, curled into a fist. "No."

James had expected resistance, but the cold, clipped response still stung. "Reg—"

"No," Regulus repeated, standing abruptly. The mention of the violin was enough to make his skin prickle, and the weight of memories claw at his throat. He hadn't played in years. Hadn't touched the violin case since he moved in with James. Every time he glimpsed it in the closet, it was like seeing a ghost, like hearing the sharp reprimands of his mother demanding perfection.

"Hey, love," James said gently, standing as well. "I’m not trying to push you."

Regulus let out a sharp exhale. "Then don't."

Sirius and Remus had stopped their game now, watching the scene unfold with quiet concern. Sirius’ jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. He knew this fight wasn’t his.

Regulus could feel their eyes on him, and he hated it. Hated the way James was looking at him with those goddamn hazel eyes, full of warmth and patience and so much damn love.

"You can't hypnotize me with those puppy dog eyes, James," Regulus muttered, but it lacked his usual bite. He was tired.

James sighed, stepping closer. "I don’t want you to play if it hurts you. I just… I know you loved it once, before it became something ugly." His voice was careful, gentle. "I just thought maybe—if it was for me, it wouldn’t be so bad."

Regulus’ throat tightened. He wanted to tell James that it wasn’t that simple. That something once loved could be ruined beyond repair. But then he saw the quiet, unspoken hope in James’ expression and felt something inside him crack.

"Fine," he muttered. "But if I do this, I swear to God, Potter, you better worship the ground I walk on for the rest of your life."

James grinned. "Oh, I already do."

Regulus rolled his eyes, but his heart was hammering. He disappeared into their room, and when he returned, the violin case was in his hands. Dust had gathered along the edges. Sirius sucked in a quiet breath from the couch, but didn't say a word.

Regulus sat down, placed the case in his lap, and slowly opened it. His fingers hovered over the strings. It felt heavier than he remembered. He swallowed hard.

Then he played.

The first note was hesitant, wobbly. But then his fingers remembered, and the melody poured out of him like a long-forgotten dream. It was slow, soft, achingly tender. The kind of song meant for quiet nights and gentle hands.

James sat utterly still, eyes locked on Regulus as if he were witnessing something sacred.

When the song ended, silence stretched between them.

Then James whispered, "That was the best birthday gift I’ve ever gotten."

Regulus scoffed, setting the violin down before James could see how his hands trembled. "You're so dramatic."

James only smiled, reaching out to cup Regulus’ face, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "Not dramatic. Just madly in love with you."

Regulus let out a breath, leaning into the touch. "Happy birthday, James."

[mieudao]

death note characters as people in your orchestra

(ft. L, light, misa, matsuda, mikami)

L

(former) concertmaster (departed the ensemble suddenly and was never to be seen again)

impossibly good and no one can conceive it. plays with horrifying posture but has two dozen competitions under his belt. very lowkey about it too; you cannot tell until he starts playing and the rest is history

never writes anything down (makes light do it during their time as deskies); somehow predicts what the conductor’s going to want before they say it

^ for this reason never has pencils. don’t bother asking. he just looks at you like he’s wondering why you need to make markings at all

weirdly enough a very good leader despite the fact that he hunches over so much

also plays piano excruciatingly well — took it up before violin. yes the horrific posture persists

snacks during break times. if you look closely you can see him sucking on a piece of candy throughout rehearsal and replacing it when the conductor isn’t looking

overall: 8.8/10. feelings are hurt just a little bit in his presence but very solid all in all

light

associate concertmaster turned concertmaster (took over after L’s mysterious departure)

has the simultaneous ire and respect of all the other string players because he’s so impossibly flawless

as mentioned before made all the notations while sitting next to L. carries a burning hatred (“hatred”) for the man in part fuelled by how irritating he thought having to do so was

says he thinks that every other section is just as important as the first violins but you know he’s lying through his goddamn teeth

so disdainful of the violas. don’t even get him started on percussion

if you play a single thing wrong know that he’s cursing your very existence while you’re avoiding the conductor’s eyes

always brings a full pencil case in and is willing to lend you one with a smile (he thinks you’re an idiot for forgetting). exclusively uses fancy mechanical pencils

also plays piano (equally well)

i can’t find the post but someone said that he had a brief stint with the clarinet in junior high and absolutely sucked at it. that’s canon to me

^ this is why he’s particularly salty towards the clarinets

overall: 9/10. tbh he’s impeccable if you aren’t able to detect the meanness in his eyes. point deducted anyways for being a murderous bitch boy

misa

first clarinetist

life of the orchestra; a little on the chatty side but everyone loves her nonetheless (well… almost everyone)

forgets her pencil 50% of the time. the other 50% she shows up with a bedazzled light-up version of one of these:

erases very aggressively when she makes a mistake/has to redo a marking and all i can say is that it shows

has the funniest reactions. will absolutely pull a face when the conductor stops right before her entry (she was counting damn it!!)

^ i love her but she is a serial miscounter. comes in wrong so many times but no one has it in them to get really mad at her

doodles on her sheet music when she’s bored

100% has her phone on the music stand and is playing project sekai while the conductor grills the other sections

also in choir (absolutely kills at it. our soprano queen with a complex)

overall: 8/10. good player, better as a soloist, here for the vibes. chatterbox

matsuda

second violinist just trying to get by man…

major culprit of tapping his foot and being so focused on counting right that he doesn’t realise everyone in a ten mile radius can hear it

pretty good all in all though. has a genuine enthusiasm for the music and puts a lot of work in; just tends to fumble a bit in the heat of the moment

uses regular traditional pencils —  i feel like he’s an HB man. surprisingly quite good with remembering his; brings a few but generally only has one on hand at his stand

^ if you’re in need and are close enough he’s willing to toss it to you (gets excited when this happens + is unfortunately not subtle about it)

dreams of being randomly asked to play the solo, stunning everyone into silence, and then getting moved to front desk

overall: 8/10. great ensemble player but please learn to tap inside your shoe

mikami

principal cellist. the ‘p’ in ‘principal’ stands for ‘passionate’ because… wow

has a very dynamic style of playing. extremely funny since everyone else in the section is just sitting there normally and he’s nearly throwing himself out of his seat (bro it’s a downbow… it’s just a regular downbow…)

^ though he does have the most epic final flourish at the end of the piece i’ll give him that

flawless pencil etiquette. keeps his pencil case full of perfectly sharpened 2B pencils (with erasers) under his seat and will lend one to those he deems deserving

typically uses a .7 mechanical pencil for himself. his notations are flawless. sheet music is without a single crinkle too

willing to help/answer anyone’s questions abt the actual music as well

stares down anyone who isn’t playing up to par (fear him) and practices religiously

overall: 9.2/10. also flawless on the outside. minus .8 for being slightly terrifying and also the killings

this was fun lmao and only partially based on people i have encountered irl. might make a follow-up for the other characters too!!

edit: follow-up was made. part 2 (takada, aizawa, ryuk, rem, sayu, soichiro) here :)

[broidobe]

𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔥 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤

requested by🐈!! thank you @tobbesdiscordkitten for saving my ass on the photos. i literally love you

☾during study hall, you and bill find yourselves under the bleachers, talking about yesterday’s kiss, cross country, music, and more—until he boldly asks if you want to try french kissing, leading to a heated makeout session that leaves you both breathless☽

☾warnings: flirty teasing, body contact, french kissing, mild smutty tension, suggestive themes☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

it was another slow school day, and for once, you and bill had no homework to worry about during study hall. instead of heading to the library or your usual spot in the back corner of the cafeteria, you both decided to meet under the bleachers by the track. the space was secluded enough to give you some privacy but open enough that no one would question why you were there if they happened to walk by.

bill was already there when you arrived, sitting cross-legged in the dirt with his back against one of the metal beams, absently spinning a blade of grass between his fingers. he looked up as you approached, his signature grin lighting up his face.

"hey, you made it," he said, scooting over to make room for you.

you plopped down beside him, stretching your legs out in front of you. "wouldn’t miss it. it’s rare we get to just sit and do nothing."

bill chuckled, tossing the grass aside. "yeah, no homework is practically a miracle. maybe the teachers finally took pity on us."

there was a pause before bill cleared his throat, a little smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "so… about yesterday."

your stomach flipped at his tone. "what about it?"

"the kiss." he turned to face you fully, his bright eyes locked onto yours. "i gotta ask—what’d you think? am i any good at it?"

you felt heat creep up your neck. "i—uh—" you shrugged, trying to play it cool. "it wasn’t bad."

bill let out an exaggerated gasp, clutching his chest as if wounded. "not bad? damn, and here i thought i was a natural."

you rolled your eyes, nudging his shoulder. "fine, it was good. happy?"

his grin widened. "better. now, what about you? should i rate your skills?"

you scoffed. "you’re ridiculous."

"c’mon," he teased, nudging your knee with his. "i’ll be honest. promise."

you narrowed your eyes at him, but curiosity got the best of you. "okay. so?"

bill tapped his chin in mock thoughtfulness. "hmm… i'd give you a solid eight out of ten. room for improvement, but impressive for a rookie."

you smacked his arm, laughing despite yourself. "a rookie? oh, shut up, bill."

he chuckled, but then his expression turned a little more serious. "hey, by the way, i can’t hang out after school today. got cross country practice."

you tilted your head. "do you like it?"

bill nodded. "yeah, i’m the fastest runner on the team, believe it or not."

"i believe it," you said. "you’ve got those long legs."

he grinned, but then his expression darkened slightly. "only thing i hate is how some of the bigger guys push me around. i’ve been shoved into a locker more times than i can count."

you frowned. "bill, that’s awful. are you okay?"

he shrugged. "yeah, it’s no big deal. coach always finds me eventually."

you didn’t like the sound of that, but you could tell he didn’t want to dwell on it, so you switched topics. "do you play any instruments?"

his face lit up. "yeah, piano. been playing since i was a kid."

your eyes widened. "no way! i play violin."

"really?" bill leaned in a little closer, intrigued. "that’s pretty cool. maybe we should play something together sometime."

you smiled. "i’d like that."

"i also sing," he added. "every sunday at church with my younger siblings. we’re known as the bailey trio."

you raised a brow. "i didn’t know that. my family isn’t religious, so i don’t go to church, but i’d love to hear you sing sometime."

bill looked pleased. "that’s the best way for you to meet my parents, then."

before you could respond, he pulled a pack of gum from his pocket. "want a piece?"

you nodded, but he frowned when he realized there was only one stick left.

"guess we’ll have to share," he said, tearing it in half and passing you a piece.

as you popped it into your mouth, bill suddenly tilted his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "hey… you ever tried french kissing?"

your breath caught in your throat. "uh… no."

his smirk deepened. "wanna learn?"

you hesitated, but the way he was looking at you sent a thrill through your veins. "okay."

the moment his lips met yours, it was different from the chaste kiss of the day before. his tongue brushed against yours hesitantly at first, but once you reciprocated, the kiss grew hungrier. bill groaned, his hand cupping your face, pulling you deeper into him. you let out a soft sound, but then you gasped when he tugged on the gum in your mouth, teasing you with it before finally letting it go.

he wasn’t done with his little games, though. he caught your lower lip between his teeth and gave it a playful tug, eliciting another sound from you. the noises escaping your mouth seemed to drive him crazy, and soon, his fingers were curling into the fabric of your shirt, as if trying to ground himself.

the heat between you was undeniable, but before things could escalate any further, the bell rang, signaling the end of study hall.

panting, you both pulled away, staring at each other in dazed silence. bill was the first to recover, licking his lips as he smirked. "damn. guess i’ll have to bump you up to a nine out of ten now."

you scoffed, shoving his shoulder as you both stood. "shut up and get to class, bill."

he laughed, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "see you tomorrow, sweetheart."

as you walked away, you couldn't help but grin, your lips still tingling from the kiss. something told you this wouldn’t be the last time bill bailey made your heart race.

[kuronarnze]

So, I just read that Nagi piano one shot and it got me thinking.

Reo and Reader performing a duet; Reo on the piano and Reader on the violin.

a/n: ooooo nice idea !! Heres the oneshottt! Thank you for requesting <33

Mikage Reo x Reader !

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

Harmony in Motion

The grand piano gleamed under the soft glow of the stage lights. Mikage Reo sat at its bench, fingers hovering over the keys, his usual confident smirk replaced with something softer—something filled with quiet anticipation.

Beside him, you adjusted your violin, drawing in a slow breath. The air was thick with the expectant silence of the empty concert hall. It was just the two of you here, a private rehearsal before the actual performance.

"You ready?" Reo asked, his voice low, almost reverent.

You met his gaze and smiled. "Always."

With that, his fingers pressed into the first note, a deep, resonant chord that vibrated through the air. It was warm, steady—the perfect foundation.

Then, you lifted your bow and let the violin sing.

The melody weaved between Reo’s playing, light and fluid, dancing over the steady rhythm of the piano. It was effortless, as if the two of you had been playing together for years. You knew when to push, when to pull back, when to let Reo’s music guide yours, and when to take the lead.

Reo, followed your cues perfectly.

His eyes flickered toward you between notes, taking in the way your body swayed slightly with each stroke of the bow, the way your expression softened in concentration. You were lost in the music, and honestly? So was he.

The song built up, rising in intensity, the piano’s deep chords clashing beautifully with the violin’s soaring melody. It was a push and pull, a conversation told through sound rather than words.

Then, with one last sweeping note, you both ended in perfect sync.

Silence.

Then a breath—

And Reo turned to you, his grin wide, his purple eyes shining with something close to admiration. "Damn," he murmured, fingers still resting on the keys. "We sound incredible together."

You let out a soft laugh, lowering your violin. "We do."

He smirked. "We should do this more often."

You raised an eyebrow. "The duet or spending time together?"

Reo chuckled, standing up from the bench and stepping closer. "Both."

And somehow, you knew this wouldn’t be the last time your music intertwined with his.

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Thank you for reading ! I'm really sorry if reo seemed ooc, since i still dont really know how to write him (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠). Thank you for reading !

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CW: none

Song: Underground - Lindsey Stirling

Day 4: Satan

You've lived with your demons long enough to have their routine completely memorized. You know what days Lucifer has dinner with Diavolo, what time Beel will be back from Fangol practice, and how long it takes Asmo to get ready for grocery shopping. Which is why you decide to follow Satan when he leaves the house late one night. He's done this a few times before, but you can't find any pattern to it. He slips through the front door when a record plays from Lucifer’s room, before Asmodeus gets home, when no one in the house has any reason to pay particular attention to him. He always carries a oddly shaped long black case with him, an awkwardly large object to try and sneak away with.

This time though, curiosity overtakes you. They say it killed the cat, but damn if they said anything about the sheep, so you should be fine. You whisper a spell to cover up your scent and slip out your window after you see him pass by.

You keep your steps light, and he moves slowly enough that there's no need for haste. He walks in a straight line away from the house, and you realize he seems to be aiming for… the Demon Lord's castle?

Not the castle, you decide after a few more minutes. But definitely somewhere in the grounds. The foliage is getting a little thicker, and it's hard to tell where exactly you'll end up. Satan picks his way carefully through small branches, and you notice he seems to be following a faint path. How many times has he done this over the years?

He makes it to a tall black fence hidden in the trees, and you wonder for a moment how he'll make it through. Will he rip a hole through the bars, melt the metal with magic, or- oh. He could just turn to the side and inch his way through. You have very little confidence in your ability to do the same thing without a lot of effort and noise, so you hang back.

As you peek through the bars, you finally recognize where you are: the royal botanical gardens. The section he chose features tiered rings of pale blue flowers rising up to a fountain in the center, where Satan sits. He unlatches his case, and from it rises a beautiful violin. Your breath catches in your throat as he raises it to his chin, lifts the bow, and begins to play.

It's a slow song, almost mournful. He draws out every note until it feels like a string in your heart is pulled taut, then moves to the next. It makes you think of the smell of rain, permeating the very air you breathe. His eyes are closed and he moves with every pull of the bow.

You feel like you're witnessing something secret, something that no one else has seen. The sight enraptures you, the moonlight bathing him in an ethereal glow. He sits with perfect posture, one with the violin, and you can easily imagine him on a stage playing for thousands of people instead of a secluded garden in the night. A few strands of his hair have fallen into his eyes, and you'd like nothing more than to cup his cheek and brush them out of the way.

Slowly the melody rises, interspersed with short notes here and there. You think of the sun peeking through rain clouds, higher notes rousing the song to new heights. The energy rises, and Satan’s tail starts to move with him.

His fingers quicken, the bow bringing life to the melody ringing around the gardens. He stands suddenly, and his feet move with the beat as he steps quickly in time. The sun breaks through the clouds; his hands are flying now, as if the instrument is controlling him instead. His tail whips around with deadly speed, only barely missing the fountain wall. He finishes with a few high, sustained notes and flourishes his bow proudly out to one side.

The silence seems unnatural, only broken by his heavy breathing. Your heart still sings the same note as the last one his violin rang out, and you reach up to find your eyes wet with tears. You glance down at your fingers, shocked, and you look back up only to lock eyes with a pair of bright green ones.

Satan's gaze bores into you, locking you in place. You try unsuccessfully to swallow the lump in your throat. His tail thumps against the stone wall and you jump. “Are you going to come here or just stand there?” he huffs. You stare back at him, and once you're convinced he's not going to maul you, awkwardly clamber over the fence.

“What the hell would possess you to follow me out here?” he snaps.

“Um… I don't know.”

“What do you mean you don't know?”

You shrug. “Sometimes you sneak off like this and I get curious. Just wanted to know.” He narrows his eyes at you, probably judging how many curses you'll come back to find in your bed.

“It was beautiful, by the way. The song. I had no idea you could play.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“I mean it. I cried during it and I didn't even notice. It was like I was in a trance.”

Even the dim moonlight can't hide the blush that rises to his cheeks at that. “Well, that's what four hundred years of practice will get you.”

You laugh at his bashfulness, then a thought occurs to you. “Wait, you aren't going to ask me how I followed you? Is this where you say you knew I was there the whole time?”

He chuckles lightly. “To be honest, no, I wasn't going to ask. I've been around you long enough to know that asking how you did something will confuse me more than if I don't ask at all.” You just grin at him.

“So… am I getting another song?”

He sighs. “If you're really determined to hear it.” You make yourself comfortable on the fountain wall and pretend you don't see him smile as he reaches for his bow again.

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New LuSan Fic: Do You Want A New Surname?

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Canon Universe AU: Set after Luffy has become Pirate King | SFW| LuSanLu|

LuSanLu Week 2025

Day 5: Marriage/Family

Chosen: Both

Sometimes, Luffy liked being quiet and alone.

Sitting on the top of Sunny’s figurehead, he would stay still for hours until his belly growled, the weather changed, or his beloved called him for a snack.

Everyone noticed quiet Luffy, and no one said a thing to him. Though strawhats loved the adorable and insufferably restless human he was, they understood. Sometimes, the creature of chaos needed alone time to embrace the calm, too.

On those days, Zoro would climb the Crow’s Nest to have a little nap and intense workout later. Robin would take the sunny spot between the tangerine trees and flip the pages of her book without reading. Usopp’s hammering would be gentler and Franky’s loud voice subdued.

When Luffy was quiet, everyone noticed and cared.

Nami stayed put in the map room while Jinbei would gently assure her from the deck with blinks that he had control of the helm. Chopper would sit beside Brook with a list of requests for the living Skeleton to play on his violin.

And there was Sanji, always observing who needed what and when.

His sharp blue eyes followed the little gestures of his crewmate.

Placing a glass of juice by Robin’s table when she dozes off under the comforting smell of her books made him happy.

Handing Franky a chilled glass of cola with a little squeeze of lemon and Usopp his tangy watermelon slushier made him laugh at their excitement.

Sanji was always on his toes, walking nimbly like an alley cat to make his crew feel happy and healthy.

After serving Brook a cup of Earl Grey, he would hand Chopper a plate full of sugar-coated biscuits.

Grudgingly, he would climb to the Crow’s Nest. Giving Zoro a bowl of cold ramen to cut the fatigue of the workout while he chewed was his way of relieving stress.

On the other hand, Jinbei was polite and enjoyed a little jar of homemade sake. Then Sanji would flirt his way to Nami with a strong cup of coffee and get kicked out.

Sanji was always looking. When their Captain was quiet, Sanji and everyone had a routine that they had perfected. After he was satisfied observing them all, his eyes always returned to the reason he was onboard Sunny Go and became their mother hen: Monkey D Luffy.

Disturbing Luffy when he was lost in thoughts was no, no, no, and no for others but not him. Though Luffy was not the one who would rebuke anyone for encroaching on his silent time, everyone stayed out of it, except the blonde.

Placing a cup of Luffy’s favourite tea before it went stale was important too, and as long as Sanji didn’t make a noise, he could get away with it. Stealth was his forte. So as softly as his feet permitted, Sanji walked to spot his captain with two trays in his hands.

The view beyond Sunny was blue and bright when he landed behind Luffy without making a single stir in the air. Sanji didn’t say a word and put the tea-set that was covered with Franky’s modified cloche, which the mad engineer had turned into an insulator. Sanji pushed another tray of hidden savouries beside his captain. He trusted Luffy’s nose and hands to move on muscle memory.

Slowly, he backed away. One naked foot at a time.

Only to find a stretched arm holding his wrist.

Countless times Luffy had held him by now, not just wrists but many places that drew attention from everyone who was not a Strawhat. Yet, Sanji couldn’t get used to this man’s damn caring attitude when it came to being clingy and needy.

No words were exchanged.

Luffy tapped the empty place beside him, asking the blonde to sit beside him. The blonde didn’t want to interrupt him and, out of habit, he tried to leave because he was shy. But the cook was being pulled closer to his captain like a fish caught on a fishing rod.

In the end, Sanji could never refuse this selfish man’s request for company.

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