#and this is like the one time i'll draw him blond ok

[localechoes]

faulkner as that ophelia painting (inspired by this post)

[moonchild9350]

Still Life and Nude Surprises

Summary: you need to prep for an art show and sign up for a class for extra practice. the model you’re assigned however turns out to be someone you know very well.

Pairing: best friend!Felix x fab!reader

Genre: friends to lovers au, fluff, smut-18+MDNI

Word Count: 4.8k

Warnings: nude modeling, mutual masturbation, dirty talk, mention of overstimulation, clit play, unprotected sex (don't), creampie, implied multiple rounds

Notes: another fic from when I was feral sorry not sorry lol this was fun to write though and it’s Felix so…. lol

If you enjoyed please consider a like, reblog, or comment as it keeps me motivated ♡

Divider by @cafekitsune

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024)

"Hold still!"

You chastised the blonde who was at the moment wiggling around in his seat, his eyes focused on his computer screen as he blasted god knows what on the latest game he acquired.

"Y/n! Lemme just finish this round, then I'll do anything you say," he responded as he showed off his biggest pouty face.

You sighed, not being able to say no to that face. Felix smiled and went back to his game, his fingers tap tapping on the keyboard.

Felix is your best friend, he has been since you were neighbors as a kid. You've done everything together, from attending dances as each others dates, sleepovers as kids, endure heartbreaks, and even live within the same building as adults.

You couldn't live without him, your relationship going beyond your wildest dreams.

Now, you were trying to sketch your best friend as you were trying to improve your still life skills, preparing for an art show that you had signed up for. Everything was going well until he received a text from a gamer buddy, wanting to go for a round on a new game he recently started.

You set your sketch pad down and watched your friend as he scrunched his face in concentration, his tongue sticking out the corner of his mouth as he shot down enemy after enemy. It was pretty humorous to watch, as everytime he missed his target he'd scream "noooo!" before concentrating once more.

You knew it was a lost cause, understanding once he started gaming, it would be hours until he would stop. You gathered up your stuff, packing it into your bag.

You got up and walked over to Felix, ruffling up his hair, obscuring his view of the computer screen.

"Y/n!" he exclaimed as he blew his hair out of his face, the strands framing his face haphazardly as a result.

"I'm gonna go home, it's getting late. I"ll see you later ok?"

Felix took a chance and looked away from the screen to you, "I'm sorry, I'm a horrible model."

You chuckled and slapped his arm, the boy yelping at the sting. "No you're not, you just get distracted easily."

You continued to laugh as you walked to his door, listening to Felix mutter under his breath something along the lines of "that's not true."

Closing his door, you walked the few doors down to your apartment, dropping your bag on the hallway table. You really did want to practice your skills as the show was getting closer day by day and you were banking on using Felix to start.

You grabbed your laptop and plopped on the couch, propping your feet on the table in front of you. Opening up the search engine, you began to look for classes that you could attend to help you practice.

You came across a particularly promising site, the company offering a variety of classes from group sessions to private ones. You clicked on the private session info bar, as the prospect of it just being you and the model seemed appealing.

You noticed they offered private nude modeling sessions as well, your eyebrow raising in interest. This would be the perfect opportunity to study the human body and to improve your skills on drawing it.

The company had a few sessions open over the next few days which would be perfect as you were free. You clicked on the time slot for tomorrow's private session, your mind running over the pros and cons.

You've never sketched anyone nude, the prospect seeming a little embarrassing to you, but how would you get better if you didn't step out of your comfort zone? Plus, these models were trained for this, and it was with a reputable company.

The cost of the class wasn't much either, definitely within your budget. You filled in your information, whatever they asked for. Once done, your hand hovered over the book button, as you considered what to do.

"Fuck it," you said, bringing your finger down to press book.

A confirmation page popped up saying your session was successfully booked and they'd see you tomorrow. You let out a breath and closed your laptop.

This was really going to happen. You wondered if you'd have a male or female model, noticing there was no option to choose. Shaking your head, you decided not to think about the session until the time came, opting to go in with a fresh and unbiased mind.

You went about the rest of your night, prepping everything you would need for tomorrow. Settling into bed you pulled the covers up to your chin.

You were ready for tomorrow and whatever it were to bring.

--

It was a beautiful day, the sun shining, the weather warm but not too hot. The walk to the art studio wasn't too far away, the building being within walking distance.

You were giddy with excitement, your anxieties gone about the details of the session. You texted Felix to let him know you would be occupied today and would be over later on. He didn't mind as he apparently had something to do as well.

You approached a chic building, the outer walls appearing old yet charming to fit the town. You opened the door and walked in, met with the scent only an art studio can provide, from the scents of paints to fresh canvases. The scent of coffee drifted in the air as well, as there was a fresh pot that seemed to have been brewed in the corner of the reception area.

You approached the front desk, greeting the worker behind it.

"Hi, my name is y/n, I'm booked for a private session at 10:30?"

The lady looked in a book on the desk, her manicured fingers running down the page to the appointed time. She tapped her fingers on the page, finding your name as expected.

"We have you all set, would you like to pay now?"

You nodded and pulled out your card. She took care of the payment and then smiled.

"Have a seat, someone will be with you shortly to take you to the studio."

"Thank you," you said, walking towards a comfy looking chair in the corner.

You sat down, cradling your bag to your side. The atmosphere was quiet, the occasional sound of chatter meeting your ears. You watched as people walked to and from, their focus on getting to their destination.

Not long after sitting down, a young woman appeared calling your name. You hurriedly grabbed your bag and walked towards her.

"Ready?" she asked with a smile.

"Absolutely," you responded as you followed the lady down the hall.

She stopped at a door, the placard reading studio eight. It was more secluded than the other studios, the room being near the back of the hall. The lady opened the door and stepped in, you following right behind her.

As you crossed the threshold, you took in the surroundings of the room. It wasn't too small but not too big. The walls were covered with sketches and paintings, portraying various body types. Each painting was beautiful, the artist capturing the details of the human body in intricate detail.

There was a ceiling to floor mirror along one wall, the whole room visible in its reflection. In the center of the room, there was a chair next to a series of boxes, linen draped over it to make a makeshift bed. You eyed the stool next to an easel, which you assumed is where you would be sitting.

"So, this is where your session will take place. You have this space for four hours. If you need assistance of any sort, just press this button here and one of the staff members will assist you."

You followed her hand as she pointed to a blue button next to the door. You nodded and faced the lady again, waiting for her to continue.

"You have opted for a nude model for your session correct?"

"Yes, I have," you replied, feeling your cheeks flush at her question.

"They will enter after I leave. If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you can ask them to robe again, they will not mind. I think that's all. Any questions?"

You shook your head no, as everything was pretty straight forward.

"Great! Go ahead and get settled, your model will be in shortly!"

You thanked the lady and walked over to the easel. Setting your bag down, you began to pull out your sketch book and various pencils, setting them up accordingly. You sat on the stool, crossing your legs as you waited for your model to arrive.

It didn't take long until a different door than you came in opened, a person stepping in within the room. It was a flurry of movement as they walked into the room with their head down.

"Sorry, I'm a little late," the person said in a deep voice.

Wait...you knew that voice. Shocked, your head snapped up to look more closely at the person. You couldn't believe it, that person was...

"Y/n?!"

"Felix?!"

Your model was Felix? Your best friend? What the fuck?!

You were confused and shocked. Felix seemed to be as well as he stared at you with his mouth wide open.

You eyed your friend who was prepped in a white robe, the material seeming soft and cozy on his skin. His long hair was in a ponytail, framed away from his face, his numerous freckles on display.

"What are you doing here?" you asked in disbelief.

"I could ask you the same thing," Felix responded as he came closer to you.

"I uh...I signed up for a class to work on my skills since you know..." you said, your voice trailing off at the end.

The atmosphere was tense, neither one of you knowing what to do. You never expected to see your best friend here, especially since he never mentioned he modeled for an art studio...nude at that.

Felix nodded at your response, "I work here as a side gig...make some extra cash you know?"

You nodded, accepting his answer.

"Why did you never tell me you did this?" you inquired, curiosity getting the best of you.

Felix fiddled with the strap of his robe, his gaze anywhere but yours. After a moment he cleared his throat.

"Well, I thought you'd find it weird. I mean I'm naked in front of people and they draw me in the nude. How would I bring that up with you?"

He had a point. That would definitely make for an interesting conversation. Now the question becomes do you go on with the session? Sketch your best friend nude? You could make him keep the robe on.

"Do you...do you still want to proceed with this?" Felix asked, his hands gesturing toward the makeshift bed in the center of the room.

"I'm ok if you are," you said shrugging.

Felix cleared his throat, surprised at your answer. Recovering quickly, he said, "Of course."

You nodded and watched as he padded toward the bed, stopping in front of it for a moment. His hands went to the strap of his robe, his fingers fiddling with the knot before he stopped.

"You ok with sketching me nude?"

"Yes Lix, I've seen you naked before."

You really have and with years of being best friends, it was bound to happen.

Felix nodded before he grasped the strap again, this time untying the knot.

You watched as the knot fell away, the straps now dangling at his side. He brought his hands up, to grab the soft material and slide it off his shoulders. With a flurry of movement, he let the robe fall, the fabric pooling at his feet.

You gasped, your eyes glued to your best friend as he stood in the center of the room, his back to you. Taking the chance, your eyes roamed his back, taking in his muscular frame, down to his lithe waist, which you've always admired. You smirked at seeing his ass wanting to reach out and smack it.

Felix took a deep breath and slowly turned around to face you. You watched with bated breath as he now stood facing you, his eyes on yours.

Your eyes drifted down his torso, eyeing his nipples, the pinkish-brown buds perky in the cold room. You eyed him further down, down, down until you came to his pelvis, a happy trail of hair leading down to his cock.

You subconsciously licked your lips, your eyes glued to his soft cock lying amongst a smattering of hair, his balls hanging nice and delicate. You couldn't help but admire his cock, wondering how it would feel in your hands, how it would feel...

"Earth to y/n! My eyes are up here pervert!" Felix exclaimed while snapping his fingers to get your attention.

You snapped your eyes up to his face, feeling your cheeks flush in embarrassment. You definitely were just checking out your best friend, the feeling in your panties a little more wet than when you came in.

You cleared your throat and gestured toward the bed, "Umm, wanna get started?"

Felix nodded, "How do you want me?"

"You can just lounge on the bed for now."

Felix nodded again and sat on the bed, swinging his legs up to rest on the linens. You walked over to your best friend and stopped in front of him, your hands reached out. You hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes asking silent permission to touch him.

"Go ahead, position me how you want," Felix chuckled.

You took his hand in yours and draped it across his face, his fingers dangling delicately on the side of his cheeks. You angled his head to look toward where you would be sitting. You looked at his legs, taking a breath before propping one of his legs up.

Once finished, you quickly took a step back, eyeing your work. Satisfied, you sat down on your stool and grabbed your sketch book.

You picked up a pencil and began to sketch, easily getting lost in your work. You looked up at Felix every now and then, to get some details solidified in your head before you translated it onto paper.

It was silent in the room, neither one of you speaking. It was not as awkward as you thought it would be, but rather comforting.

Time passed and you got more of your sketch done, the outline being nearly complete.

Felix was staring at you, watching your hands dance across the page, sketching his frame. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, admiring how you got lost in your work, that not even your best friend posing naked for you can distract you.

He loved how you let out a small smile when you got a detail just right or how you scrunched up your face and bit your lip when something did not seem right.

You were beautiful, that he couldn't deny and you were even more beautiful in this moment, sitting on a stool in an art studio underneath the dim lights.

Felix started to feel warm, despite laying right under the air conditioner, the feeling spreading down his belly and settling at his cock. He could feel the blood slowly fill out his cock, the appendage slightly harder than before, laying haphazardly against his pelvis.

He willed himself to breath, to cool down, not wanting you to see the effect you have on him. He could never live that down. He tried to look everywhere but your face, especially when your head was down. But to no avail, the feeling increased, his cock twitching slightly in response.

You looked up at your friend to get another look at his torso for shading the area on your sketch, but froze at what you saw. Felix seemed to be in turmoil, his breath shaky, his eyes darting everywhere around the room.

Your eyes traveled to his cock, noticing how it seemed to have hardened some since you last took a look at him. You thought you would feel embarrassed, however, you felt quite the opposite.

You lingered on his cock a little longer, a a pleasurable shock traveling down your body and straight to your core. You pressed your thighs together in response, feeling your slick slowly seep into your panties.

You cleared your throat and went back to your sketch, not wanting Felix to catch you staring, not let him know that you were aware he was hard while you sketched him.

Felix was turned on, that was the brunt of it. He tried to stop his reaction to you, but he just couldn't do it. He felt his cock hardened until it stood fully at attention, the tip pressing up against his pelvis.

It was torture laying there, only a few feet away from you, his cock so hard it was starting to hurt. He wanted to touch himself, relieve the ache, and maybe just maybe you could help him out too.

He watched as you lifted your head up once more, gasping at the state of him.

You were in shock, noticing now that Felix's cock was fully hard, the member seeming angry and red at the lack of attention it received. You could see something shiny glistening on the hairs littering his pelvis. You watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed from his tip, the liquid dripping down his shaft until it reached the hairs, getting caught in the thickness.

Looking at Felix's face, you could tell he was miserable, as he breathing was shallow and he was clenching and unclenching his hands. You knew he wanted to touch himself to relieve himself of the ache he was feeling.

"Felix?" you questioned, your eyes reaching his. "Do you wanna touch yourself?"

Felix's eyes widened at the question, disbelief written on his face.

"I'm..I'm sorry y/n, I just couldn't help it," he stuttered, lowering his eyes in embarrassment.

"It's ok," you responded with a smile. "You can touch yourself, make yourself feel good. I'll continue to sketch."

Felix stared at you for a moment more before he took his other hand that was at his side and placed it on his chest.

You watched as he gripped his aching cock and gave it a squeeze as he moaned lowly. He shifted his hand upwards, his thumb pressing on his slit before gathering up some of the leaking pre-cum.

He began to stroke his cock, steady but slowly, his fist reaching the base just to travel back up and circle around the head. Felix kept eye contact with you, your sketching forgotten, as you took to watching your best friend pleasure himself.

He increased the speed of his wrist movement, wet sounds from the aid of his precum filling the room. With each moan he let out, you felt your pussy clench over nothing. You were soaking wet, your panties stuck to your skin by now, your clit throbbing to be touched.

"Y/n," Felix said, his voice raspy as he continued to stroke his cock. "Can you touch yourself? Pleasure yourself for me?"

You looked into Felix's pleading eyes, watching as he licked his lips and swallowed. You didn't give a moments thought at your friend's request, instead ridding yourself of your leggings.

You stood before Felix, your fingers going to the band of your panties. You watched Felix's eyes drag to the piece of cloth, his eyes widening at the wet patch present on your panties, the material sticking to your skin, leaving nothing to the imagination as the outline of your lips could be seen.

You slowly slid your panties down your legs and set them aside. Felix let out a groan at the sight of your pussy, his cock twitching in his hand.

You sat back down on the stool and spread your legs, your wet folds separating to show him your entrance. He kept his eyes glued to your pussy as you brought a finger to your clit, flicking the bud and the rubbing it gently.

You sighed out as you dipped a finger lower into your hole, gathering your slick that was pooling there before bringing it back to your clit. You circled it gently, applying the slightest pressure, a jolt of pleasure causing your pussy to clench.

Time passed as you both sat there, eyes on each other as you pleasured yourself, the room filled with wet sounds and the mix of both of your moans.

You matched Felix's pace as he stroked his cock, harder and faster, his hips bucking up into his hands. You let out a whimper as you felt the tightening within your belly, the coil tightening, filling your core with warmth.

"Felix, m'close," you moaned as your fingers slipped and slid around your clit, your pussy getting wetter by the minute.

"Yeah? Cum for me? Will you cum for me like a good girl?" Felix cooed. "I'm close too, fuck."

Your breathing increased as the coil expanded in your belly, the feeling getting larger and larger until you tipped over the edge, your walls spasming, clenching down rhythmically as you rode out your high.

You didn't stop rubbing your clit, watching as Felix let out a groan as he bucked his hips, spurts of cum landing on his belly creating a painting with its pearly white sheen.

You pulled your hand away, the feeling of overstimulation settling in. You looked at your best friend, both of you breathing hard as you came down from your highs.

You chuckled as you noticed Felix was pretty much in the same position you put him in, his resolve at staying true to his role admirable.

"You um...you can keep sketching if you'd like," Felix said, his voice soft with uncertainty.

"We literally just got off together and you want me to continue sketching?" you asked incredulously as you cocked your eyebrow.

Felix cleared his throat, his body slighly shifting on the makeshift bed causing his softened cock to jiggle.

"Well...yeah, you paid and all..."

You stared at your best friend in disbelief. You hated that he had a point, you did pay a pretty sum to be here today. But here you were, nude from the waist down, your nether region a mess. You sighed and picked up your pencil, moving your hand to start sketching again.

There was silence once more as you got into the zone, focusing on shading in your sketch. You began to hum to yourself, adjusting yourself sligthly on the stool.

Felix returned to staring at you, watching you get lost in your work. He tried not to remember that you were naked waist down, your pussy seconds away from being on display if you decided to open your legs.

The thought caused arousal to seep through his body once more. He cursed silently as he felt his cock twitch. Why does he have to be turned on by you? He's never had this reaction before for any other client.

Maybe it was because they were strangers, people he didn't know, while you were his best friend, his life line.

He couldn't help it as his thoughts wandered, wondering how you would feel wrapped around him. He wondered how you would sound as he pounded into you, making you feel better than any of your little flings ever could.

He peeked down to look at his lower half as he silently groaned noticing his cock was fully hardened, resting against his belly once more.

You looked up to gather reference and noticed Felix's cock was hard, more of his precum leaking out and onto his belly. You squeezed your thighs together at the sight as your tongue darted out and licked your lips.

"Fuck this," you said, tossing your sketch book to the side.

You stood up and walked towards Felix, lifting your shirt up and over your head in the process. You unclasped your bra and let it fall to the floor, your tits spilling out and on view for your friend.

Felix scrambled up quickly and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you toward him until you stood right in front of his face. He grasped your waist and smashed his lips to yours, letting out a moan as your lips moved with his.

Your hand reached down to grasp his cock, giving it a squeeze. Felix moaned against your lips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

"Can I fuck you y/n?" Felix asked with hope in his eyes.

You've both come this far, why stop now you thought.

"Sure," you agreed as more arousal gushed out of your pussy and onto your thighs at the thought of his cock filling you up.

Felix helped maneuver you onto the makeshift bed as he hovered above you. He spread your legs and pushed them upwards, giving him a clear view of your wet pussy, your slick coating your folds and dripping down your ass.

He brought his thumb down to press against your swollen clit that was peeking through your folds. You let out a whine at the sensation, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"I've waited for this moment for a long time y/n," Felix said, his eyes lifting up to your face.

"Me too," you confessed, your heart swelling at the thought that you both have liked each other probably for years.

He really was your person, your everything, and you would love nothing more than to give yourself fully to him.

Felix smiled down at you before swiping his finger over your clit again, watching as you wiggled your hips at his touch.

"I'm gonna give you my cock now," he grunted, grasping the appendage at the base.

He rubbed his cock through your folds, collecting your slick before pressing against your entrance, his eyes glued to how his head disappeared within your hole.

You mewled as he withdrew his cock just to press into your entrance again as he fucked you with just the tip.

"Felix, please," you whimpered, holding your legs open even more.

"Want my cock hm?" Felix asked, his eyes on yours. He watched as your mouth hung open, soft moans falling out as he teased you, spreading your folds open with just his head.

He was faring no better as he felt a shutter run through him, every time he sunk his tip within your warmth.

"Fuck me," you commanded, your eyes snapping open and staring Felix down.

You reached for his cock, your hand wrapping around the shaft. You wiggled your hips attempting to take more of his cock, ignoring how Felix was laughing at you.

"Ok, ok, don't get your panties in a twist," Felix chuckled. "Oh wait, you lost those hours ago, so desperate for my cock y/n."

Without any other warning, he slammed his hips into yours with a groan, sinking his length within your walls until bottomed out.

"Fuck, so warm and tight," he grunted as he began to thrust his hips into yours, withdrawing his cock just until he was all the way out and pushing back in.

You pussy clenched around him, the feeling of his cock stretching you out causing waves of pleasure to settle in your pelvis.

Felix grasped your legs, pushing them further to your chest as he pummeled his hips to yours, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. He couldn't believe how tight you were, how your walls molded around his cock perfectly, like you were made for him.

His moans mingled with yours, as you both chased your highs. Felix licked his fingers and brought them back down to your clit, the digits slipping and sliding along the nub, causing shocks of pleasure to wreck your frame.

"Shit, I'm close, gonna cum. Can I come inside?" Felix panted, his thrusts becoming more erratic.

"Please, need your cum!" you whimpered as your pussy contracted at the thought of his cum within you.

Felix slammed his hips into yours once more before stilling, ropes of his cum flooding your walls.

"That's it, take my cum," Felix cooed as he continued to finger your clit.

You let out a loud moan as you came, your arousal seeping out of your pussy, coating Felix's cock as he thrusted his hips into yours a few more times to help you ride out your high.

Felix peered down at you, his eyes searching yours as you panted, your hands running down your body. He slowly withdrew his softening cock, his eyes glued to how his cum leaked out of your pussy, a smile gracing his face.

He leaned down to press a kiss on your lips once more as he whispered "I love you."

You carded your fingers through his hair, eagerly returning the kiss.

"And I love you Felix," you cooed.

You both laid there a little longer, exchanging soft kisses, neither one of you in a rush to move.

After a while, Felix perked up, mischief in his eyes.

"Wanna keep sketching? You still have another hour."

You smirked at the suggestion, knowing exactly where it will lead, and that was definitely ok with you.

"Sure thing, let's go for another round," you teased with a grin.

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[yanoverload]

𝕐𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖! 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕤

This time, the portrait is at the end of the post, and you will see why!

The story is based on a magic fictional world, much like those in villainess isekai manhwas. 

I promise I don't hate any church ok. I only used words related to real life as a way to make it understandable.

Also you thought Dae-Ho was cuckoo? HAH THIS GUY IS SO MUCH WORSE.

Also I'll post a drawing of "Anneliese" later for you guys to imagine her.

ℍ𝕚𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕝 "𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕤𝕖" 𝕊𝕔𝕙ä𝕗𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟜 𝕪𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝟙𝟟𝟟 𝕔𝕞 (𝕠𝕣 𝟝’𝟠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕥)

🌟 As much as it likes to deny, the high church knew they had enemies. 

🌟 They were far and between, but they refused to leave until the current administration of said holy empire was destroyed.

🌟 That was at least, the current plan of the biggest assassination guild known on the six empires, also known as Tartaros. 

🌟 And they had the perfect guy for the job. 

🌟 Codename Carnelian, actually named Himmel, was the orphaned son of two well known alchemists at older times.

🌟 Said alchemists were killed by the church in the hunt for what they were currently called: defectives.

🌟 To seem merciful and holy, the children of the holy criminals were spared, but kept in church facilities that the unfortunate that live there call "detention center".

🌟 Alchemists aren't hard to identify, for their eyes look like that of the most refined jewels, said to be able to see the nature and essence of all elements on earth.

🌟 That was why, the only way Himmel managed to escape was learning glamour magic, disguising as a common nun.

🌟 Now, not only with that card in his hands, as well as years of studying the ins and outs of the institution, he was picked for the master plan.

🌟 Infiltrate the church, steal the love the worshippers have for it, and kill the high priest.

And oh, how Himmel drooled thinking about the day. 

🌟 Oh right, he's not Himmel for the time being. He's "Anneliese" the beloved and revered saintess.

🌟 It took a while to get the recognition, he admits, but how easy it is to fool everyone with a sweet and fragile looking persona.

🌟 What he didn't anticipate at the time however, was the plan the high priest had for him.

🌟 How genius it would be, to make the saintess betrothed to the ruler of the second biggest empire in their world.

🌟 The emperor/empress was the biggest stone in the church's shoes, as one of the only that didn't impose their religion on their people.

🌟 So their political move was to throw the saintess as a pawn and a spy in said empire.

🌟 That put a bit of a slow down to the Tartaros' plan.

🌟 What also slowed down their plan was Himmel's feelings.

🌟 He was taught to love no one. But even when he showed up in your own palace, you treated the saintess, someone you should hate and wish to throw to the wolves, with utmost respect and care, like a fragile doll.

🌟 And how was he supposed to not care for you when you hated the church just as much as he did?

🌟 Maybe being an empress wasn't so bad! He just had to seduce you, and after the downfall of the church, you would keep him by your side.

🌟 He didn't expect you to come back from your hunting trip so soon though.

🌟 So now, as you enter the meeting room expecting to meet certain higher ups and some kissasses of the high priest, you instead find a blonde shirtless man, covered in blood, corpses littered at his feet.

🌟 Not being the empress/emperor for nothing, you reach for your sword, but your keen eyes notice something.

🌟 A burn scar that looks like the Callisto star, the brightest in the sky, right at the back of the man's throat.

🌟 The same Saintess Anneliese has.

🌟 Burn marks being the one impossible thing to remove with spells.

🌟 The man looks at you with euphoria and obsession in his eyes.

"My love, you're back earlier than I expected. Did you know these bastards were secretly planning a coup? But don't worry, I took care of them."

🌟 In the state of shock at your discovery, you barely notice his arms slinging at your shoulders, close to you like one would to a lover.

🌟 But Anneliese or whatever this freak decides to go by, is not a lover in your eyes. They are like a Venus flytrap, seductive persona trying to swallow you whole.

🌟 He whispers in your ear.

"Let me be your executioner, and I shall turn you into god."

[redhoodobsessed]

Diagnosis is...

Jason Todd x Reader

This one is kind of weird i just thought it would be funny and it spiraled from there. You meet your boyfriends family at a very bad time. TW: vomiting, Pregnancy

Jason always took you to the Manor when his family wasn't home. The only member who you were well acquainted with was Alfred and Duke. Even after being together for a year and moving with eachother he wasn't ready for you to meet his family. Truthfully he was worried they would be... too much.

Jason sat you down gently on his bed in his old bedroom.

"You really didn't need to carry me here from the cave I'm not that sick" you sighed as he tucked you into the bed.

"Sure but I wanted to." He went to kiss your lips but you pulled back

"Trust me lover boy you do not want to kiss these lips"

He chuckled and kissed you on the cheek instead "I'll be back at five ok?"

You nodded waiting for him to leave before running to his bathroom and vomiting.

After 10 minutes you went looking around. He only ever took you to the manor when no one else was around but Alfred. But this time even he wasn't here. Bruce was on some big undercover mission in another country basically the enormous amounts of people who were usually here weren't except for Jason and Duke who were taking over the nightly patrol in Gotham. This was perfect for your mission.

You searched every bathroom and medicine cabinet you could find surely in a house this big which was home to the billionaire playboy had to have at least one. You could swear you'd been looking for hours practically torn apart the entire mansion when you heard a sympathic sounding voice say. "Looking for something?"

You turned around to see a redheaded green eyed woman in a wheelchair. Barbara Gordon.

"Uh uhm Sprite?" Definitely not a great answer if you were trying to deceive a world renowned cyber detective who caught you pulling apart her boyfriends medicine cabinet. But she humored you and took you to the kitchen.

"Why sprite?" She said

"The acid from Lemons are neutralising which help relieve nausea. They give it to people in outpatient after things like wisdom tooth extraction at the hospital. Also I don't like lemonade."

"Right, Jason said you weren't feeling well. What are the symptoms?" She was absolutely probing you for information. She saw the frantically thrown about flu medicine and pain killers, you were looking for something specific.

you weren't planning on spilling everything to a complete stranger but you had to tell someone or you would probably go crazy. "Well nausea, slight headache, swollen feet and breasts, late menstruation cycle I would say patient diagnosis would be-"

"Pregnancy" she interrupted her face completely bewildered. Jason Todd got a girl pregnant.

"About 2 to 3 weeks along but I can't know for sure without-"

"A pregnancy test" she interrupted again.

"I would rather go to the Doctor and get a blood test but Jason and I just moved in together and I only realised I was late yesterday."

"We can do a blood test! Downstairs in the cave right now" Barbara immediately started heading to the elevator to the cave.

"That will take a while you don't have a regular pregnancy test here?"

She thought for a second "I don't think so."

So you went down to do the test you were surprised they had every blood test known to man "you know an at home pregnancy test only takes two minutes" you say as you draw your own blood you needed to practice anyway.

"Well we could watch a movie? It's only two hours."

"Yeah only" you sighed and Barbara finished the rest of the process now all you had to do was wait for the results. Your heart almost stopped when you heard the roar of a motorcycle enter the cave thinking it might be Jason.

"It's just the Batgirls their mission ended early." Barbara said pulling up the live security footage of the runway and leaving it up. You almost collapsed from relief.

"Hey Babs! Who's this?" The purple Batgirl said as she took off her Cowl revealing her blonde hair and chipper smile.

"I uhm I'm Y/n"

"Oh Jason's girlfriend! You're sick right?" She glanced over at the screen the blood test now almost halfway done. "What's a HCG test?"

Barbara minimised the window and looked at you as you tried to formulate a lie but it was too late. The other batgirl who must be Cassandra signed something to Stephanie.

"No way!" Her face was in utter disbelief and god you wished Jason had just left you in the apartment. This was not how you wanted to meet his family.

"It's probably nothing it could be anything really." You really wanted to believe that. You wanted to believe it was something crazy rare.

"Like what?" Stephanie said with full curiosity. She definitely didn't seem to realise the invasive nature of that question until Cassandra put a hand on her shoulder. "Right well good luck with that Cass and I are gonna train for a bit."

"Don't worry you can trust them" Barbara's words gave little comfort. Your face was red with embarrassment its not that you didn't trust them it's that you just met them. Their first impression of their brothers girlfriend is that she could be pregnant.

It wasn't long before you heard people talking from the staircase "TIMOTHY BERNIE!"Stephanie yelled "What are you doing here?!"

"Well I was showing Bernard the mansion and i thought id take him to see the cave too i need to check up on a blood test of a rat i found scarecrow experimenting on too. Hey! Are you Y/n?" Tim asked shaking your hand.

You were relieved at the fact that he would be the first family member to not also be wondering whether or not you were pregnant. "It's nice to meet you. Jason talks about you a lot."

"He talks about all of you too I think he's been a bit nervous for us to meet."

"So was Tim. I'm Bernard, Tim's boyfriend" you had been so relieved and distracted by normal conversation without any indication of any possible pregnancy that you didn't see Tim looking at the computers in the med bay.

"Uh who ordered the HCG? Was it an accident or...?"

"HCG? I meant to do a CRP! damn well now I'll know if I'm pregnant or not." At least Stephanie was good at improv

"But this says its y/n's?" Tim said skeptical of the whole situation

"What?! I must of mixed up our blood" ok so she might not win an Oscar but you could work with this.

"Oh yeah I was practicing drawing blood sometimes they have us do it on other med students and if you don't practice uh it's embarrassing." You were definitely not winning an Oscar.

"Right." He was definitely unconvinced. But his angel of a boyfriend noticed your nervous face and came to your rescue.

"Happens to the best of us." He has a very warm and comforting smile Tim has good taste in men.

As time went on your stomach started to churn and you laid back on a medical bed. There was the loud hum of a jet engine and huge doors opening up above you. "Uhh please not Bruce Wayne"

"Bruce Wayne" everyone except Bernard seemed to say in unison "and the results are in."

"I don't want to know" you didnt want this to be such a big deal you didn't want so many people to know and you certainly didn't want Jason's whole family to know before he did.

"Ah miss Y/n I see you've met more of the family" Alfred said walking down from where ever the Jet was parked above you.

"It's been a pleasure" you say truly not wanting to sound rude they had all been very kind to you their timing is just so so poor.

"Ah Jason had told me you're not feeling well. Can I bring you anything Y/n"

"Y/n?" I voice that must belong to Bruce followed behind Alfred. "Oh I didn't know you would be here" Bruce Wayne said cowl in hand his face looking tired. A young looking boy walked towards the bat computer ignoring you. honestly you were grateful for not having to meet another batfamily member.

You were trying to get up but he interrupted "no no please don't get up on my behalf rest its quite late."

You were going to respond but your stomach stirred again and a gurgle went up your throat. Bruce was quick to respond and got you a vomit bag. Great the first thing Bruce Wayne had ever heard from you was the disgusting sound of vomit. "You are quite sick" He put his hand on your forehead automatically. But there was no time to make up an excuse or reason.

"She's not sick, she's pregnant" the young and very rude boy said... definitely Damian.

"Oh uhm is uh.. when did you find out?" Bruce was extremely flustered, but by now you had experienced enough embarrassment for the night and just wanted Jason to come home.

"Just then" with the perfect timing that this family seemed to have you heard Jason and Duke ride into the cave to see an utterly confused Batman standing next to you.

"None of you are supposed to be here." Jason growled as he made his way to you he was about to glare at Bruce when he saw his bright red face he stopped "What's wrong with you?Salina break up with you again?" Jason

"Uhm" Bruce cleared his throat "you're right we're not supposed to be here. We should all go upstairs." He started heading to the stairs but everyone else seemed to be looking at you "now!" He said sternly in his Batman voice the room quickly cleared out after that.

You sighed a breath of relief as Jason sat next to you and pulled you close kissing your temple. "What was his problem?" He asked rubbing your arm and resting his head on your shoulder.

"Well I'm not technically sick."

"Hmm?" He didn't even seemed phased by this he just leaned into you more

"I had to do a test and uh everyone saw the result."

"Is it bad?" This man after a patrol you could swear his head was made of bricks.

"Depends. Do you think its bad that I'm pregnant." You said hesitantly a very small part of you worried that he would say yes but worse is he didn't say anything. "Jason?"

"Uh no!" He moved to face you his forehead pressed against yours "No it's its not bad its just its unexpected and then I'm sorry I'm sorry for all of that and them and wow"

You giggled "Yeah it's not exactly what I was expecting for tonight"

He cupped your cheek and smiled at you "I love you Y/N"

Tears started to well in your eyes "I love you too Jason" He pulled you in for a long kiss. Finally all you wanted all night was to be with him.

Upstairs Dick arrived home to...chaos. Stephanie was talking to Cass about everything they were going to do to prepare for.. something. Tim was yelling at Damian, Barbara and Bernard were telling Duke about the entire night and Bruce sat in an armchair still in complete embarrassment and disbelief.

"Did I miss something?"

[ikykwklk-ash]

"Like a K-Drama"

Pairing: Lee Felix x fem!reader

W/c: 3150

Synopsis: as you leave the library you bump into a guy who helps you up and buys you a coffee to apologize. maybe you're in love? or maybe you're just friends?

thanks @thomlugaro26 for reading the 300 betas

You are in the library, and you are taking notes on what you are studying in the notebook next to the book. In your headphones you are listening to quiet music, like Wave To Earth, Bibi and Suggi, you are not aware of people entering and leaving the place. You are in your own world. Lost in studying and relaxing. You discovered this library a few weeks ago, it is somewhat hidden among the big buildings of the city. The first time you saw it you didn't even think it was a library, it seemed to be more like a bookshop, so you went in thinking of buying some new book, but as soon as you were inside you were enveloped in a warm silence. An old woman at the counter smiles at you and whispers a lively good morning. You have simply decided to browse the shelves a bit, look at what books are there and whether it is a possible place for a future. So, this routine started. You go to university, attend your lectures, come home, eat and then go to this library hidden from the world and stay there until it closes. You usually take a break in the middle of the day to stretch your bones and have a cold American in the bar next to the building, then return to study.

And indeed, you have just got up to go for your usual walk, you are walking towards the exit with your headphones on connected and 'Underwater' by Elephant Gym playing in your ears, only something is wrong as planned and if one moment you were walking, the next you find yourself sitting on the floor without know how this could have happened.

You look up, blink slightly to focus your vision: in front of you there is a boy with the long blond hair, freckles scattered all over the face seem to glow under the sun's rays that through the large window of the building, he too fell to the ground from the heavy impact; he has glasses hanging slightly from the nose and with a quick movement pulls them up and simultaneously settles a few strands of hair that had slipped from his half-tail.

“Oh God I'm so sorry...” you open your eyes wide, amazed, at the deep tone of your voice, not expecting such a low tone from such a sweet face.

"D-don't worry! Are you OK? You've fallen too"

The blond smiles warmly and nods “Don't worry, I'm not hurt, I'm Felix anyway”.

"O-oh, it's Y/N, I really hope you're not hurt."

"Y/N don't worry, I'm not hurt! In fact, as an apology can I buy you a coffee at the café nearby?"

You think about it for a moment and then nod, pick up your things that were still on the floor and slip them into your canvas bag. You start walking towards the library exit as Felix smiles at you and then looks at the drawing on your bag: an open blue videotape on the left and three rectangles on the right, "Do you listen to Wave To Earth?" you ask with eyes wide open.

"Um... yes, do you know them?" you ask surprised.

"Of course! I just finished listening to the new album, they're great!"

Your smile widens even more as you nod "It's true, I don't know how to explain what I feel every time that I listen to them, by the way listening to their music helps me concentrate better and the new album is something of mysticism!"

"Oh my God, I absolutely agree. Besides, with the new album they really outdid themselves, I don't know how to explain to people how I feel every time I hear 'are you bored?' or even 'slow diva'. I love them."

While talking about the new album and which song you like best, you arrive at the bar and Felix holds the door open for your glass, you thank him with a nod of the head as you finish telling how you started listening to the Wave to Earth and sit down at a table.

"Um, so what are you having?" asks Felix as he looks at the menu.

"I think I'll have the iced American and um... a chocolate muffin, you?" you say after giving a quick read through the menu, even though by now you knew it by heart after all the times you had entered that pretty little café in pastel green and pink.

“I think I'll have a milkshake and a pistachio croissant”, he says, smiling sweetly. After a few minutes, the waiter arrives to ask for orders: "Hi guys, what can I get you?"

"Hi Jack, for me the usual and for Felix a milkshake and a pistachio cornetto. Are you in the room today?" he asks, smiling at the boy standing next to your table. He snorts in amusement and answers you affirmatively, then turns around and goes to deliver orders to the counter.

"Do you come here often?" asks Felix.

“Um yes, since I discovered the library, the café has become my second favourite place. I have started coming here so many times that at one point I made friends with everyone, even the owners”, you laugh as you look around, scanning every corner of the room.

While waiting for your orders, you start talking about more and less, beginning to discover little things about each other.

"FELIIIIIIIX" shouts, at one point, a voice from the other end of the room; the boy turns around and sees himself coming a colourful blur at full speed, jumping on his legs to embrace him.

"Jisungie!" Felix mirrors the newly arrived boy's happiness, while you smile slightly at that scene, then comes the realisation and you look at Felix with mild shock.

"Hello Lixie, hello Y/N-ie," said a calmer voice behind you, you turn around and see Minho looking at you with a slight smile and a beige apron with cats drawn on it.

"Oh? Do you know each other?" you ask Felix.

He nods and explains that Jisung is his roommate and best friend and together they are the ‘Sunshine Twins', and consequently knows Minho because he is Jisung's boyfriend and is now in their flat 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

You laugh at the situation you found yourself in, while Jisung and Minho take two chairs from the table next to each other and bring them closer to you by sitting down.

All four of you start chatting together while you and Felix sip the drinks you have ordered. You talk about more and less; you get to know Felix more and he begins to get to know you. It is a game of glances, of new words, of small gestures that make you think 'oh wow'. Minho and Jisung tell funny anecdotes about the blondie, and you laugh out loud. You begin to appreciate the company of the boy, observe how the rays of light shine on his face, how his freckles become light up every time one of those golden rays falls, gently, on them. Notice the lightness of his touch in everything he does, how he arranges unruly strands of hair behind his ears. How he listens carefully to what Jisung has to say, how he responds to Minho's stories...

The hours pass in that small pastel-coloured bar, they pass so quickly that you do not realise that it is now closing time, until Minho gets up and says: “I must close the bar now, I'm sorry. Felix can accompany you to your home, it's too late for you to go out alone Y/N”.

And you gladly accept Minho's proposal, because Felix smiles at you and makes you feel safe. You step outside the bar, breathing in the summer air of early September, the blond boy accompanies you through the narrow streets of the city until you get to your flat. Before leaving, however, Felix asks you for the phone number and you smile and give it to him. Then you say goodbye with a promise to see each other again one of these days.

You enter the house, your face aches from how much you are smiling, the mirror in the hallway reveals your red cheeks, maybe that's why you feel so hot.

Days pass, you and Felix start going out more often, your phone starts to have more notifications to read: your chat is full of messages, memes, tiktok links, funny tweets, instagram posts and sometimes even tumblr. You come to realise that l, indeed, feel strong feelings for the blond boy. Every time a message from him arrives, you find yourself smiling, blushing and giggling like a young girl struggling with her first love. You are always faced with the lost library, enter together after a brief greeting and look for the most hidden place inside, then sit down and start studying or reading new books. Take a break when one of you can no longer sit, get up and go to Minho and Jisung's bar, take your usual order and you chat amongst yourselves, sometimes the two owners of the bar join in your conversations. Then you return to the library to continue studying.

Today is no different, you have just come out of the library at the end of the day and Felix asks if he can accompany you to your home, you nod in affirmation and as you speak your shoulders begin to touch each other, hands brushing. Oh, you are so hopelessly in love with this blond boy that you have met by chance. By now you spend your days thinking about him, writing to him, drawing little hearts on papers scattered, on desks, wherever a pencil or pen might leave trails of graphite or ink.

Arriving at the door of your flat, Felix smiles at you with that smile made of sunshine, which makes one feel at home, protected. "He is beautiful," you think.

"T-thank you, you look beautiful too," says the blond, his cheeks dusted with a light red. You fucking said out loud. Then, slowly, you realise the compliment and blush. You lower your gaze in embarrassment while giving a shy smile.

Felix chuckles and comes closer, slowly wrapping you in an embrace, almost asking permission to touch you.

Stand there shifting your weight from one foot to the other, holding each other close. Enjoying the warmth that a hug can give. No matter what is going on around you, the important thing is that you are with him, that you are together. Him and his blond hair. Him and his freckles are made of starlight. Him and his smile warmth that makes you melt every time you see him. Him and his heat. Feel your legs of jelly when you are away from each other. You don't know if you can still stand, you feel you could fall at any moment to the other by how much your legs tremble with the love and affection you feel for him.

Eventually, you say goodbye, deciding to see each other again the next day, and when you see him coming down the stairs you lean against the wall with a sigh. A sigh and a smile on his face, his cheeks warm, his eyes shining for love.

You enter your flat, hang up your jacket and take off your shoes, throwing them randomly into the shoe rack. You sit down on the sofa of your small three-room apartment and look outside, enjoying the last lights of the day filtering through the window and thinking back to Felix and his arms around your body. You don't want to forget the feeling of light touch on your hips, you don't want to forget the warm breath tickling your neck, you don't want to forget the gentle rocking on your feet as you enjoy each other's presence. Hold those feelings for as long as possible, while you prepare your dinner, while you put on your pajamas and while you go to bed, write him a goodnight message and make sure he gets home safely, as you fall asleep.

The next day you wake up, think back to the hug and smile like you never did before. 'Fuck Y/N, it's just a hug, pull yourself together for God's sake' you think after a first moment. You sigh and get out of bed. You look at the alarm clock that says 7 a.m., get ready for university, have breakfast and then leave the house. Your phone vibrates for a notification

"Good morning Y/N ( ^_^ / ) "

"Good morning Lix ( ^ 3 ^ )"

You smile, you smile so much that an old woman looks at you strangely, but you don't care because She was probably the same when she received a letter from the person she was in love with.

You exchange messages until you enter the classroom, and the teacher starts the lesson. For all lessons all you do is think about the fact that you will see Felix again today, you are so distracted that you don't even realise that classes are over until one of your classmates asks you if you are okay. You smile and nod at him as you get up and run outside.

You meet at the entrance to the library, she smiles at you and the sun shines on her face and her blond hair, you meet and hold you in an embrace. After detaching yourself, you enter the library and sit down at your usual hidden place. You spend a couple of hours studying in that library, cast glances at each other and smile fleetingly in the silent space of books. When you decide to take a break, you get up and head for the bars of Minho and Jisung. As you walk Felix takes your hand and intertwines it with his, his palm is warm, it is comfortable. You arrive at the bar and go in, sit down and order the usual things.

The day progresses, you laugh together with the two bar owners, return to the library and study. When you see that it is starting to get dark outside, you get up and put your things away. Leaving the library Felix asks if he can drive you home and you gladly accept, walking in silence for most of time, occasionally chatting and smiling at each other.

"Y/N..."

"Yes?"

"Can I talk to you?"

You stop near a park and look at him, hesitantly nodding and smiling to go forward, Felix looks at you, takes a deep breath and mutters, blinks a couple of times.

"I did not understand"

Felix's cheeks dusted with red under the dim light of the streetlamps, he lowered his gaze shyly and whispered "I've liked you ever since we bumped into each other in the library..."

Your face starts to warm up and you look at Felix with your lips slightly open, your smile widens like this so much so that your face muscles ache, you approach the boy in front of you and slowly take his hand, he looks up at you and you whisper, “I like you too, ever since we started talking”. You stop for a moment and wait for the guy to realise your words, and when his eyes open wide, you continue "There was a precise moment when I realised I liked you. You were talking to Jisung, I don't know what about, and a ray came through the bar window and hit your perfect freckles, and your face lit up so much... for a moment I thought the Sun had come straight into the bar. The only thing I was thinking while you were talking to Jisung is that you were beautiful and that your freckles remind me of the constellations," you whisper softly, as if it were a secret that only the two of you could know. You whisper softly because, if you could, you would shout it to the whole world, you would shout how the boy's freckles are so beautiful, how much you love to see her warm smile and how her hugs make you feel good.

Felix looks at you with wide eyes and smiles at you so much that you are afraid he will get facial paralysis, you he comes even closer and with a delicate touch, as if he were holding a glass vase subtle, he takes your face, his gaze travelling from your eyes to your lips

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes"

The boy comes even closer to you and tilts his head slightly, his lips brush against yours, your noses touching each other lightly. Your eyes close when he kisses you. It is such a gentle kiss; it makes you feel loved and protected. His lips are warm against yours; they taste like strawberries thanks to the lip balm that Felix spreads every so often. His hands fall on your hips, and you encircle his neck with your arms, drawing him closer. When you pull away to catch your breath, Felix smiles and takes you by the hand, his eyes meet yours and his cheeks turn red, highlighting her freckles.

"Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes"

He kisses you again and again, then takes you by the hand and you walk towards Jisung and Minho's bar.

When you enter, Minho is at the counter preparing a customer's order, while Jisung is serving at a table. Minho briefly looks up when he hears the bell ring, his eyes are pointed at your hands entwined together and a smile breaks out on his face. He makes a movement with his head to a vacant table a little apart from the others. You sit and wait for your usual orders to arrive.

Don't wait long really, Jisung arrived with the smoothie for Felix and your coffee, placed them on the table and sat in the chair opposite yours, Minho arrived shortly afterwards and continued to observe. Jisung took a deep breath and smiled at you. He did not ask any questions, just looked at you and waited. Felix laughed slightly and began to recount everything that had happened in the park, you smiled and nodded, occasionally adding some details. The day ends like this, Felix accompanies you to your flat, you say goodbye, you kiss, and you decide to go out the next day as a date. When you go in you take off your shoes and put them in the usual place, you smile all the time as you get ready for bed, memories hovering before your eyes, the taste of his lips that you can still taste on yours, the warmth of his hands on your hips that still hovers around you. Smile even when you lie in bed and close your eyes.

[yuri-is-online]

Hello a TDB fan here

I have been playing the game for a week and Rui is soo fine. If it's fine with you can you write something about MC and him kissing through sheer cloth. I had seen this scene in one of the chapters of freaking romance (webtoon) and that's all I can think about after knowing Rui's curse.

notes: they/them used for MC, extremely angsty and pining, heavily inspired by his Ephemeral Bouquet card (because you can't give a man who can't touch a skill called Envisioned Future and not expect me to play with it) More Tokyo Debunker content can be found on my masterlist here (x)

I altered the request slightly? As I was thinking about the specifics of Rui's curse and his bride card a bit too much and the concept of him longing to get married sort of took over, apologies (シ_ _)シ

There are small porous holes in tulle. It's meant to make the fabric breathable. See through. Ideal for a bridal veil, which is not what you are wearing but the thought has wormed it's way into his brain now. Rui can't unsee it.

The low light shines in the sages ring, a blonde hair falls out of place and your hand moves towards your own temple. You smile; he remembers what it feels like to touch someone. He thinks there was a weight to it, a shift. Was there warmth? There wasn't a taste, or has it been so long that he's forgotten?

"You may now seal this union with a kiss." His bare skin moves through the tulle, eyes closed as his smile grows with eagerness to feel- nothing. There was a person in his arms, but his eyes open to shimmering dust. All that is left of you in his grasp is sand, but the damned veil remains. He knows what he did to deserve this, but still-

"Rui?" The glass Rui's holding slips from his fingers as he laughs, sheepishly he tells himself. Just a little of his boyish whimsy and not aching relief at seeing you still alive. "Are you sure you don't need any help?" You don't move too close, just to the opposite side of the bar. Your costume has gloves too, white would be such a nice color on you but Romi put you in grey. The same color as his hair.

"Whoops, sorry 'bout that (name)!" He snatches up the broom before you can go for it and sweeps up the shards of glass. "I didn't scare you or anything did I?"

"No I'm ok." You draw yourself up a little taller. The veil makes it a bit hard to see him, but you think there's something just a bit off with Rui. More so than usual. "Are you sure there isn't anything I can do to help? Professor Moby-"

"Nope~ I've got this on lock promise!" He sure does, the task is practically already complete but it's not really what you were asking about. "Sides you can't just let that guy push off all his work onto you! You're still a student just like everyone else there's got to be something you want to do at the fair." Rui's back to smiles and laughter. If you hadn't been paying attention you never would have noticed there was a slight dip in his mood.

Hook. "Maybe." You noticed though. Line. "I haven't gotten much of a chance to look around it just yet."

Sinker. "Well that just won't do!" Rui always seems so... happy at the thought of spending time with you. It makes your heart ache. "Just give me a second to lock up the bar and I'll take you around! We can make it a date!"

~~~~

"Wow what a unique choice for prizes!" Rui says cheerfully as you politely examine the masks this Hotarubi student has displayed at her booth. He had been talking himself up just a second ago about how he could win you a nice stuffed animal but finding a booth with only a few people around it had proved difficult. "Did you make these yourself?"

"Thank you." The girl bows respectfully and gestures towards the targets behind her with a set of darts. "Care to test your skill?" Rui winks at you.

"Can we have two sets?" Might as well have some fun and help the poor girl's numbers out.

"Of course." She sets the darts down on the counter and settles back into her chair.

"Aww don't you have faith in me?" Rui smoulders just the bit, but you think he's having fun. "I'll have you know I'm pretty good at this."

"You'd better be Mr. Bar Tender." You wink and his facade breaks just the bit. "But I'm not that bad myself."

Rui barely hears the rest of what you say, something about a bet. Something about how if you win then he has to do anything you say. He probably shouldn't agree so quickly, but he wants to be normal. Wants to pretend that this is a normal date, that you would have noticed him if he had flirted with you. That he still would have had enough confidence not to wiff every shot. Not that he feels shame for losing to you, the sting comes from not being able to-

"Do you see a mask you like?" Your smug voice is so cute, he wishes the prizes were too.

"Ahaha not really?" Now that he's staring them down, it feels like he's being mocked. Doesnt he wear enough of these already? "You're the winner here! Shouldn't you pick out which one you think suits me best?"

"Then I wouldn't pick any of them." You snort, but pick one anyway. You twirl it around in your hands and hold it up against your face. "How about this one? Sort of looks like me don't you think?" He doesn't. The mask has none of your features, it is lifeless and hollow. You lift the mask up to his face and gently tap his lips. He closes his eyes to play into it because that's what this is right? A joke?

So why is there a face behind the mask?

Nakedness would be less intimate than this, there would be room for him to lie and bluster if he didn't have his clothes. You taste like clay, he can feel the push and pull of your lips against the barrier. Rui gasps against it, opens his mouth and presses himself closer. His hands grip the lapels of his jacket, you are so so warm and alive. Your gasp for air is muffled and Rui pauses out of instinct against the mask.

"Please." He doesn't know what he's asking for. He doesn't want you to stay, this was such a risky move he's almost angry at you for it. He wishes, he wants for something he cannot have. You feel Rui smile, his kiss is gentle against the mask and finally you think you get him to say something just closing in on being real. "I hope you live forever."

The polite cough of the girl running the stand interrupts whatever you had wanted to say in response.

[viaoverthemoon]

I have a small request here too✋ I was thinking about Leon (damnation maybe) x fem!reader with reader being his daughter's kindergarten teacher, and the little one falls in love with her and wants to spend more time with reader, and Leon he finds himself forced to accept this, so he falls in love with the reader. It can be with smut at the end or just something romantic, it doesn't matter.

I hope I explained it ok, I've had this idea in my head for some time but I don't know how to express it 😂❤️❤️

Oooo this sounds so cute stawpppp.

Since I have another fic in the works that's drenched in smut, I'll keep this one fluffy. ;)

Damnation!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're a kindergarten teacher for Leon Kennedy's daughter and she wants to keep you forever!

Tw: Fluff, Mention of deceased relative, Mention of past miscarriage

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

Enjoy! <3

To Belong

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"Congratulations, Arabella! It looks like you're our student of the week!"

You gently place the pin on Arabella's shirt, smiling widely at her proud expression.

Being a kindergarten teacher definitely has its downs. But also has its ups as well. One of those ups being the honor of teaching these innocent children. Every day is something new, a new experience that makes you realize the importance of raising the next generation.

Arabella turns towards you, smiling so wide her cheeks must hurt. She grabs onto your leg. "Thank you, Miss (L/N)! This means so much to me!"

You smile down at her, proud of her for using the feelings lesson you'd taught her, and crouch to her level to give her a hug. "You're welcome, Arabella! I'm so proud of you. Thank you for being such a kind student!"

She seems to take your praise very seriously, being super kind to her classmates and staying by you side, asking if you need help or service in any kind of way.

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At the end of the day when everyone has left, you sit alone at your desk.

Whilst flipping from one graded paper to another, the door to your classroom creaks open.

You raise your head just in time to see Arabella run into the room, screaming with her arms in the air. "MISS (L/N)!!!!"

You laugh as she runs around your desk and hugs you, babbling nonsense excitedly. "Oh my goodness! Back so soon, Arabella?"

She gives a hyper nod. "Yes!"

"'Yes ma'am', Bella."

Your eyes snap up, locking with a pair of bright blues.

You look at him, surprised.

The man held a strong resemblance to Arabella, minus the straight blonde hair Arabella carried. They shared blue eyes and a soft face. If anything, his rough exterior yet light features suited him. Gave him a mysterious and alluring air that draws people to him, searching to learn more about him.

"Oh- yes ma'am- Daddy look, look! This is the nice teacher I was telling you about!"

You rise from your chair and hold out a hand with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Kennedy."

He shakes your hand and offers a nod. "Pleasure to meet you too, Miss (L/N). As you can see, I've heard quite a lot about you."

He gives his daughter a pointed look that makes you laugh. You gesture to the seat across from your desk, offering him a seat as you settle back into your chair. "I assume there's a reason you're here that I could help you with?"

Mr. Kennedy sits in the chair, seemingly tired as he falls into the seat and instinctively spreads his legs.

You try your hardest not to acknowledge the action, but your eyes fail you, flickering down his frame for half a second before returning to his face.

You instantly regret your mistake when he smirks at you, straightening up just a bit and resting his arms on his legs. "Actually, I was hoping to discuss what Arabella's behaviors are like while she's at school, as well as how she's learning." He pauses. "I mean, obviously if she's getting student of the month for the 2nd time, she's doing pretty good."

He smiles and playfully ruffles Arabella's hair, earning a laugh from the 5-year-old. "But still. It would be nice to hear from her teacher, not her."

You clear your throat and nod, turning away to escape the burn of his gaze and pulling out a folder labeled A.K., Arabella Kennedy's character chart.

"Of course, I understand. Let's start with how she handles assignments."

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After about 45 minutes of talking, Leon seems satisfied with his daughter's school life and begins to pack up his things to leave. But Arabella becomes upset, running to you and refusing to let go of your leg.

"No! I'm not ready to say bye to Miss (L/N) yet!"

She throws the standard child tantrum, small tears streaming down her reddened puffed out cheeks as you gently try to coax her into letting go.

"Arabella... Don't be upset. You'll see me again on Monday-"

But she's relentless, shaking her head and kicking away Mr. Kennedy's hands as he tries to reach for her.

Eventually, he sighs and looks at you embarrassingly. "I'm so sorry Miss (L/N). She's hardly ever like this."

Seeing as this is something you deal with all the time, you just shake your head, offering a small smile. "Don't worry about it. I'm used to this behavior... I'm about to leave for the day. If you guys want, we could go out for a quick dinner? This way, we won't have to part so soon."

This gets the crying 5-year-old to quiet down almost immediately. She looks up from your leg, tears and snot smeared all over your pant leg. "Really? Can we?"

You look up at Mr. Kennedy, raising a brow for conformation. And, seeing as there was no way around it, he gives in.

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And from that moment forward, you and the Kennedy family became quite close.

You shared a few dinners and spent time together at amusement parks and entertainment events, eventually becoming so close that you'd even watch Arabella when Leon had to leave for reasons of his job.

You listen to his stories, and he listens to yours.

He shares how he and Arabella have no one else to depend on. Her mother, although she and Leon didn't have a good relationship, had died during childbirth. And how he'd lost his own parents long ago, growing up an orphan and not having much.

And you share only having your parents. You could have had a little one yourself, but unfortunately grieved a harsh miscarriage and the father of the child leaving soon after didn't help.

You both end up having more in common than you'd originally thought.

And now, you share more than just experiences and memories. Now, you share shy looks and ghostly touches.

Somedays his hand will graze yours and you both will avoid each other's gaze, ignoring the sudden spark that comes when you make contact.

That is until, one night Leon returns from a particularly long job to find you curled up on his living room couch with a book in hand, reading glasses perched on the bridge of your nose.

"Hey, sorry for the long night. Never meant to be gone that long." He shrugs off his leather jacket and throws it over the arm of his second couch.

You eye his fatigued figure for a moment before removing your glasses and putting down your book. "No, it's alright. You know I don't mind, Leon."

Sitting up, you pat the spot next to you on the couch, offering him a seat. "Arabella's upstairs asleep in her room..." He gives a soft grunt and falls on the couch, rubbing the back of his neck while nodding and muttering a 'Good. Thank you.'

Eyes skillfully assessing his behavior, you decide to ask him the question that's been on your mind. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

He glances at you through his peripheral but instantly looks away. "Yes. I'm fine. You can go now."

In all honesty, the way he suggested you leaving hurt your feelings. But you didn't relent. "If it's alright with you, I'd like to stay..."

Reaching a hand out, you place it on top of his on his lap. He flinches slightly, but doesn't push you away. He pauses for a second...

And then he relaxes, flipping his hand over to wrap it around yours.

Your heart is in your throat and the palms of your hands begin to sweat. But you don't show it, smiling shyly at Leon and holding his hand.

He doesn't look at you. Doesn't show any signs that he acknowledges you besides the fact that he isn't letting go of your hand. "Why do you stay? Why do you want to stay?"

The monotone question catches you off guard. You momentarily freeze as his eyes find you.

Blue frozen glaciers filled with oceans and rivers of pure sadness and regret. The emotion in his eyes makes you briefly wonder where he finds the space for the happiness he feels with Arabella.

Or if he'll have the space for happiness with you.

You take a moment to think, looking down at your linked hands and gliding a thumb over the warmth of his skin. "I feel happiest when I'm here with the two of you. As you know, I don't have much. All I've had to look forward to has been my students... but now... I have the both of you."

You look him in the eyes, trying to convey your emotions through the look in yours. "These past few weeks have been the best I've lived through in years... I'm tired of living alone, Leon. Life is worth so much more when you spend it with somebody else."

He looks at you in shock, not sure what to say about your sudden confession. His mouth opens and closes like a fish, trying to choose the right words to say.

You look away bashfully. "Er- What I'm trying to say is... I'd like it if we could spend... more time together. And see each other more often. But-! It's completely up to you, of course."

For a moment, the silence is nerve wracking. You try not to fidget too much or show that you're anxious in awaiting his answer.

You're beginning to lose hope when Leon's hands are suddenly on your hips.

You're so surprised by his actions that you hardly notice him gently coaxing you into sitting on his lap.

Your legs straddle his thighs, backside rested on his knees when you suddenly notice your position. Your face burns hot, and you rest your hands on his shoulders.

His hands find purchase on your waist. "If I'm being honest, I expected you to leave us a long time ago... I didn't mean to be rude. I just didn't think you'd stay."

He caresses your sides, warm hands heating through the fabric of your clothes. "And... I would like it- a lot if you stayed with us. Not only would you make me happy, but you'd make Arabella happy too. And that matters more than anything."

You pretend to ponder on your decision, looking away with a small smile on your face before turning back to Leon. "Well... I guess I can stick around-"

The sentence barely leaves your lips before Leon pulls you in, kissing you with so much relieved passion that you momentarily feel dizzy.

And for once, you feel like you truly belong somewhere.

Yes. This feeling is definitely one you can get used to.

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Nobody: My inbox screaming and crying for help: 😓😭😭☠️ Me with 0 internet or data: 🧍🏾‍♀️💃📖

Hope you enjoyed!

More requests coming soon!

Requests are open!! <3

[bluestarjay]

I've been making a bunch of like faceclaims/"fancasts" for the tma cast and I think it's so interesting how many different interpretations there are of the characters. I think it's especially interesting when ppl give Martin dark hair bc to me he's like an ash blonde. Looking at fanart I always wonder if maybe I shouldve payed more attention or maybe I missed something because of how purely different i imagine certain characters even after seeing the very popular fandom-agreed-upon interpretations, especially when it comes to Sasha. Most people imagine her as black and then not-sasha being white which i love bc that's so funny?? but I saw her as white to begin with. My imagined version of sasha in my head is kind of similar but also I think very different than what I've seen a lot of people draw her as which is really interesting!! Anyways I did my drawing of her and I think if I posted it here nobody would understand my vision so I did another drawing of her bc I've been wanting to anyways yk but I think to start I'll say that I more or less imagined her as Nobara from jjk if anything,,, but honestly this is all just yap so im just gonna show off my sasha design and hcs!!

And jumpscare (ignore how I wrote about her features and then basically ignored them i stand by them i just can't draw well)

So I think she is definitely a funky girlie, and while she wears basically anything, I think her version of "Institute" attire is twee adjacent. Not over the top with layers and jewelry but definitely ruffles, maxi skirts, cardigans, yk. Around the house tho she wears baggy t-shirts and men's basketball shorts. She doesn't really own nice shoes, she just wears the same sneakers all the time, but she coordinates ok!! I meant for her hair to be more brown but it came out more ginger so. That's fine. Tbh I do not imagine her with glasses at all but she's described as wearing them so I think red frames would suit her. She mostly wears rings compared to other jewelry. Again, she is most certainly active on Tumblr and she is a nerd!! Idk I think she reads fanfic probably. Outside of work I think she's the epitome of 2016 buzzfeed/Tumblr girl as well as 2018 art hoe. She would wear fishnets under jean shorts, flannels, and the Wednesday Addams collar dress. She's also wearing lots and lots of denim. Overalls fs as well as jeans, and JORTS yes jorts like the ones that are currently popular idk guys i just see it. Striped turtlenecks, and truthfully I think mustard yellow would be gorgeous on her.

When it comes to not-sasha, i imagined her to be nearly identical to sasha just,, creepier,, but then Melanie insisted that they were completely different and I was like oh?? Ok?? So tbh I still imagine them as relatively the same, but not-sasha is more uhh professional?? She doesn't wear funky clothes anymore. She dresses like it's a normal corporate job. She looks the same but she's lost all of the things that made her sasha in the first place. Sasha but gray and brown.

Edit: just thought of this but I think she did sports in school. She did like softball or soccer or something but only because she'd been doing it since she was little and then she graduated and did not gaf. Even though she doesn't play anymore she is STRONG when Tim's being pissy she gives him a kick from under the desk and he starts tearing up LMAO

[thatsmyjamjam]

Departure

A bit of an introspective take of those three idiots jumping from the waterfall in Wano. Told from the perspective of Eustass Kid.

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Eustass 'Captain' Kid stood on the bow of his ship, arms folded as he surveyed his crew.

The stupidly long victory celebration over those geezer's and the repair work were finally over as the three captains carved out their new paths like adults---by bickering and drawing straws. Kid smirked, thinking of Straw Hat's defeated face. Unlucky monkey loser.

The ships were loaded with supplies and everybody was eager to leave, choosing the earliest moment possible, at the exact same time. It looks like everyone is itching to go.

That shitty rubber bastard and Twat-falagar were carefully planning on leaving via the official port, down a slow moving escalator. Like losers who wore life jackets and safety gear. Lame ass scrubs. The same port Kaido used to kidnap his crew and bring them to this hellhole of a country. He was not going to make his crew go down that thing. No fucking way.

The other captain's had chosen to come here, to this enslaved land, of their own volition. They had done so freely, selfishly even because no one wanted their help at first. Wano was an isolated land, not welcoming and certainly not a fan of pirates. That ugly fucking dragon had ruined any lingering goodwill to foreigners, especially criminals. They had bombarded in, the way a pirate should. The way he should have...

No. No, he had been betrayed by an ally and ambushed by a freak of fucking nature. That psycho bastard had jumped from such a height, no one had been able to sense him coming until he was right there. Who jumps from the clouds and tries to die? Fuck, fall in the ocean you senile shithead...

Tells him, he has to join...as if I'd ever sail under someone else's flag! He was his own man---Captain of his own crew. I ain't no stupid lackey!

Beats him and throws him in the clink to motivate his crew to do as he says. Gave his right hand man to that disgusting self-important loser Orochi. Like he was just property. The thought was enraging, as Kid almost lost his composure and punched the ground. 

Then this ugly bastard gambles with Killer, backing him into a corner of a non-winning bet: eat this defective smile fruit or I'll kill your captain. No one treats my crew like that and gets away with it. Heard he was killed by that courtesan and those samurai's. Good fuckin' riddance.

And then they forced Killer to do their bidding, all the while out of his damn mind, plagued by a face frozen in place, with a permanent smile.  The proud captain gnashed his teeth, gripping the Punk's railing, before taking a deep calming breath. 

It was like this place was designed to punish him. Even Odon noodles were popular here. Nasty ass food. No, he didn't want to spend a second longer here than he had to. But he couldn't say that, not to those two shitheads.

He slaved away in those mines for days, recovering and building up his strength. Straw Hat was a nuisance, but the time did go by quicker when they fought. The rubber bastard didn't know how to shut-up. His upbeat attitude was exhausting and he didn't seem to care about his subordinates. Said he was sure his people were ok and that their plan to overthrow Kaido was going smoothly.

Kid snorted, This fucking dumbass doesn't realize Kaido doesn't play fair. What's to say he doesn't target your crew without you there? I need to find out what happened to everyone and soon.

He escaped, as quickly as he could, and went in search of his crew. Killer was shortly found, the closest of his men as they had used him as a mercenary in the capital. But the massacre soldier had failed some bullshit mission, and was in shackles. That, the redhead could deal with. But the blonde's mask was gone and all he could do was laugh. Over and over, like he couldn't stop. Like he could barely breathe.

Killer HATED his laugh. The sound, the tone, the cadence---He despised it.

He hadn't originally, as when they were kids, Kil would laugh freely, loudly even. However, as the blonde aged, his feelings abruptly changed. Killer became quiet and reserved, covering his whole face with that striped mask. Never explained why and Kid had never wanted to pry. Some things are just hard to share, I suppose. 

Seeing his partner devoid of his mask and laughing uncontrollably was so jarring a sight that Kid freaked out, getting easily recaptured as he still hadn't managed to remove the SeaStone cuffs draining his strength. They were brought back to the prison, but at least they were together, even if Killer was off his rocker. He wouldn't speak. All his friend could do was let out that frenzied bark of laughter. He won't even meet my gaze. What the hell had been done to you?

As he learned the truth of his right-hand's ordeal, he openly wept to the jeers and laughter of the other prisoners. He didn't care at that moment for their opinions.  All that mattered was Killer. 

They were then set up as some kind of cruel entertainment via water torture as Straw Hat battled it out. This whole experience, it was humiliating. It was fucked. And even more fucked as the samurai who gave him the keys to his cuffs called him Luffy-dono's friend. We aren't FRIENDS!!!

But when Killer smiled and reached for the keys, showing his first signs of recovery---the obstinate pirate captain let it go in relief. Killer you in there? Do you recognize me?

Kid declined Luffy's alliance offer as swiftly as it came, not as trusting as before. Screw shitty alliances. He considered his debt to Straw Hat paid in full when he didn't kill the shitty rubber idiot as he recovered from that poison.

When he showed up on the day of the raid with his crew intact, he went after Kaido to settle a score. Fuck Straw Hat. Fuck Trafalagar. Fuck the Samurai's. Fuck all of Wano. And fuck their shitty plans. I wanted blood and that was it.

Eustass Kid would forever deny any kind of comradery with those two.

He may have worked with them to beat a common enemy, but that was it. Those two freaks of nature needed to go. The emperor's had gotten fat sitting on their thrones for so long. It was good to see them defeated, even if I had to work together with those clown's. He grimaced, the friendly vibes killing his mood.

The battle had been rough and he had been willing to die. Kid pulled no punches and gave it his all. Everyone did.

And now, it was time to leave, victorious. Going down a safe, slow port didn't match the atmosphere. It didn't feel like a hard earned win. It was a pussy way to finish this saga of their adventure. Jumping from the waterfall though...

It wasn't hard. He knew he could goad those morons into doing it. A simple dare: payback for that game of chicken that rubber bastard proposed----stupid lame-ass fireball he took from the old bag and for all Trafalgar's smart-ass remarks. Fuck if I'm going to listen to that asshat dish out orders.

(I love his side eye to make sure they're listening. 💜)

And so he laughed. A big belly laugh, as he gave his spiel about them needing to take the safe route. Because that’s what underdogs did.

Hook.

Line.

And sinker.

He almost gave himself away by snickering. Luffy and Law, two losers with a capital L, ground their teeth and absolutely lost it.

To the horror of their crews, both captain’s pushed forward and took the helm. He’d at least give Straw Hat some credit as more of his boisterous group accepted their captain’s decision. Law though, only Bepo was on board and it wasn’t because he was courageous, but because Aye-Aye Captain was his mantra. Still not a bad addition to a pirate ship.

But his crew, his hardened seadogs didn’t even bat a lash. They’re loyal. They don’t doubt me. They had guts and wanted to depart in a courageous show of freedom, of breaking free of the shackles of this desolate place.  It would be magnificent!

Those two chumps took a hard at port and forced their ship to abruptly change directions and head to the waterfall, the cowards from their crews wailing and pleading to not give in to the goading, a futile endeavor.

They raced to the water’s edge, and in an instant, three ships plunged down accompanied by the guttural yell of their respective captain.

Both triumphant screams and cowardly wails were drowned out by the din of rushing water. For a moment nothing else could be heard until the giant splash of the ships hitting the water and jutting forward, each taking a different direction: right, left, and center.

They’d be enemies next time they met.  This was goodbye.

But if his stupid crew didn’t stop waving…

A tick mark appeared as he saw Twat-falgar gesturing to a bottle of Killer’s handmade Vodka with that stupid cocky grin.

“Goddammit Kil, why are you being friendly?!!!”

He let a string of curses and ordered his men to make the ship go faster, further away from those idiots.

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Cover page 1107 has Law sleeping on a tiger with a bottle of Killer brand Vodka. It's such a fun detail. I love Kid's side eye in these pictures.

I wrote this at random. I've had notes on it for ages and finally got some free time. Hey when the inspiration strikes, you go with it.

[plumadot]

ok. ok. connecting the pretty much confirmed "jimmy is codfather somehow someway" post to the "first time flower husbands kiss" post and "jimmy is familiar to scott but they're still awkward" post.

what if the love scott feel isn't romantic love (or at least, not the primary source of it. maybe a secondary/later love?). it's the remnants of the devotion he feels for the codfather. it's intertwined with jimmy's prescence, his very being. so how does scott react to this unknown force drawing him to jimmy? the one that makes him trip over his words, this one-side attraction that has no reciprication?

he mistakes it for love, (as all unknowing aros do (/J)). that's why he pushes himself to kiss jimmy, to tangle his hands into scruffy blond hair, to hold their lips together for longer than he likes.

it felt foreign. not right, not like books and plays make it seem. jimmy's lips were too hot, scott's own heartbeat too fast, and the fire sounded too loud in the quiet space surrounding them.

he pulled away quickly (quicker than he should have, he scowls in the privacy of his tent) and locks eyes with jimmy. they're wide, but scott doesn't know him well enough to place what emotion they carry. shock? fear? horror? "i-i'm sorry-" he stumbles out, his lips failing him. jimmy's eyes soften. "s'ok scott" he shakes his head slightly before getting up. "i'll be heading to bed now. are you good with fire duty?" scott nods, and jimmy smiles softly. "alright then. goodnight." he walks away from the glow of the fire, leaving scott alone with his own thoughts.

(WOW that got away from me sorry anyways love this au <3 -🍳 (emoji is mine now >:) )

oh scott is definitely unsure about... everything. and that feeling is not something he's familiar with at all. imagine having lost someone many many years ago and suddenly they return but... they're not the same. jimmy is not a god, but there's definitely a part of him that scott knows intimately.

on one hand there's jimmy as a person; a sweet, almost carefree guy that scott is getting to know to be way more hardworking and courageous than most people. and then there's jimmy as a sorcerer, who holds a part of the entity scott has built his whole life around, whose powers could be immeasurable if only he knew how to unlock them, how to become whole again. and scott is unsure whom he feels this affection for. sometimes he thinks it's just for his god, sometimes he thinks it's both.

he's not ready to tell jimmy everything either. jimmy knows he's special somehow, that he's meant to be kept safe and that his magic is important to the world, as well as to scott. which should feel amazing, being the chosen one, but it doesn't. and every time scott looks at him, he feels it too. like he's losing himself, like he's becoming someone else. someone he should be. and he's not sure if he's ready for it.

it's fucked up lmao and i am so sorry

[keline11]

Human missa. (Working on my missa's face)

HC: missa is a skeleton but on a full moon he becomes human. (that's it, thats my excuse to draw him as a human)

I don't think I'll leave the cat ears, I put it just because,,, maybe they can pop up from time to time. I will put cat features but the cat ears won't show up all the time. (for those that don't know the skull I draw him with is a little bit similar to a cat skull, the more I drew it it started to lose its original shape.)

I also remembered that quacki called him "ugly boy" or that she didn't liked his face (maybe both), my boy is pretty, ok! he is just a skeleton. (andphilzasaying"whatiswrongwithhisface?"..hmmokIseeyou)

More things:

pipipipi <tres

Also I want my philza and missa(withoutmask/human) to give this vibes, I haven't read the manga, don't know their names, they just appeared on my tl a lot and just thought that the blond? one looks like how I wanted my philza to not look but to have an aura? like that idk how to explain it.

<tress

[serxinns]

I've got a devious angstish idea...

SPOILERS INCASE U HAVENT READ THE MANGA THO(҂` ﾛ ´)

I luv yer blog btw..... platonic kisses >3<

Ok ok ok post war arc, Shigaraki with a little sister(or gender neutral :shrug:) he (unintentionally since he was confident he'd win..ggs) left behind. Class 2-A finds little reader and they feel bad cause shes just a little kid but she absolutely hates them and does everything she can to make their lives 10x harder (esp for All might)

She runs off and torments the first year's too—they can't get under control at all but they try. (Quirk isn't decay rather than returning things to their original form but it doesn't work on people. Like reducing a shirt back into cotton for examle. They had to get her special gloves hehe.)

A/n I got lazy with it so my apologies but I hope you enjoy!

Tw:MAJOR SPOILERS mentions of Shigaraki's death

"Y/n! I know you're responsible for this! Come here this instinct!" Aizawa's voice raised as he was searching around for the culprit. You then appeared from behind him, startling him a bit with that mischievous smile plastered on your face "Y/n, did you draw all might is a killer on the bathroom stall?" Aizawa glared at the mess and then at you. "No, I would never-!" "stop the act, young lady. Iida saw you got out of the bathroom with a red marker." Aizawa cut you off as you dropped the innocent act and glared, "Stupid snitch.."

"And just for that, you are gonna clean up this mess and make an apology card for all might" You froze up you didn't want that MONSTER to an apology, especially for what he did to your big brother

The flashbacks of you crying out for your brother in the destruction and debris surrounding and collapsing onto each other the moment you realize that these heroes killed your big brother the way you collapsed onto the ground and cried your heart out while the green-haired boy was comforting you, the way Mr. Aizawa started at you with sympathy and wanted to give you a better life so he adopted you and now your here forced to go to a school Shigaraki hates but you promise yourself to avenge him you promise that heroes were gonna suffer for what they did to him even if it means giving everyone especially all might Grey hair

"I'm never gonna make one, especially to HIM out of all people, and you can't make me!" Aizawa groaned while gaining a headache from your usual everyday tantrums "If you don't go apologize I'll make you spend time with him again and this time it'll be longer than before your eyes froze and shuddered to hear that you hated that punishment so much that you were on your "best behavior" for a whole week without pulling any pranks on all night it was a very hard and suffering challenge but worth it

So in defeat, you grabbed the paper muttered something, and walked off in defeat in your and Eri's room (you two share the same room) closing the door behind

Time skip

"I'm done!" You shouted wanting to get this over with as Aizawa opened the door "ok now let's go to all might and give it to him" What Aizawa didn't know was that you held a mischievous smile on your face hiding it behind an innocent sweet smile

As the two of you open the door to see All Might reading a book with coffee in hand, he looks over to see you and almost chokes out his coffee. "The demon child!?" His eyes widen you notice a sense of fear on his face which makes your grin stretch even wider making the blonde male uncomfortable and praying for God to have mercy on him he cleared his throat "Why hello young Shigaraki is there anything you need" he softly smiled at you as your smile twitch a bit "Y/n here wants to give you a apologize card she made all herself" Aizawa nonchalantly said as he urge you to give it to him as you did and quickly running off to who knows where

Aizawa was about to stop, but all were reassured it was ok. "It's fine, shouta let them they were prob overwhelmed." Aizawa rolled his eyes at the excuse of you being overwhelmed. Yeah, right. "Plus, I bet you y/n made a lovely- oh.." just when All Might opened the card he stopped what he was saying and stared at the drawing you made it was a drawing of you hitting All Might with a hammer as the card read "Sorry to banging on your nerves!"

They both looked at each other in silence, still staring at the card. "Thar little sh-" Toshinori came to your defense, "It's ok, Shouta, they're just a child! Plus I think the card is cute... he reassured the teacher and signed wondering what was he gonna do with you as he heard screaming a maniacal laughter coming from Bakugo Katsuki cheering you on as he heard the 1st year screaming and pleading for mercy as you laughed mischievously Aizwa and Toshinori both stared at each other again thinking the same thing

"Shit"

[anincompletelist]

wip wednesday :D

HAPPY WEDNESDAY PEOPLE! this *might* be the earliest I have ever been for one of these..... which is fair given how atrociously LATE I've been the last two weeks jshdjksh

I'm trying to catch up on tags so I'll put them beneath the cut, along with the snippet I'm sharing to make up for the last line, six sentence sunday, AND wip wednesday tags. so, if you're tagged, I'm pulling an uno reverse and tagging you BACK again (pls tell me this makes sense it is 2am here ksjhdskjhd) ANYWAY THANK YOU ALL I ADORE YOU AND YOUR LOVELY WORDS AND THANK YOU ALWAYS FOR THINKING OF ME! xx

this snippet is from yet another new wip and is of the omegaverse / a/b/o variety, so if that's not your thing please feel free to skip and come back next week!

enjoy! <3

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Alex doesn’t look all that much different even a couple of years later, still just as paradoxical as he’s always been— fearlessly confident and yet frenetically, undeniably unsettled. Pez had made a joke once that being around Alex was like touching static electricity, hair standing on end and shocks dancing along fingertips. Henry, for all his distaste, might be inclined to agree. 

He watches as Alex strikes up a conversation with a pretty blonde woman at the bar beside him, can make out the curve of his grin and just barely hear the tones of his laugh from across the room. For a few minutes it seems like things are going well, but then the woman shakes her head with a muted smile and backs away, eventually disappearing into another group on the other side of the floor. 

Henry’s second drink is empty by the time two others have come and gone, a taller man that Alex had approached himself and another person who’d come up to him to chat afterward. Despite Alex actively engaging in the conversations, Henry watches each of them leave after a few minutes like clockwork, glances down at his own wrist and knows the feeling. 

After the third person excuses themselves, the confident line of Alex’s shoulders gradually begins to fade, curling in on himself just a little as he stirs the ice around in his drink with his straw. He’s raising it to his mouth, about to take a sip when he glances up to scan the room again and his eyes finally land on Henry. 

He pauses, his mouth split open and drink still hovering in front of him as his cheeks and the sides of his neck darken lightly. Henry doesn’t look away. Alex does though, and he furrows a brow at the floor as if warring with himself before his eyes flick back up again, questioning. 

Henry doesn’t break the contact as he steps sideways and slides into an unoccupied velvet, half-circled booth, the seat opposite him noticeably vacant. Alex’s chest rises and falls again as he takes yet another steadying breath, squeezes his eyes shut, then spins and marches over, crossing the floor and dropping down across from Henry sans the welcoming smile he'd offered everyone else.

“Alex,” Henry says in greeting. 

He blinks, grumbling. “Henry.” 

Clearing his throat, Henry leans back and spreads his knees just a bit underneath the table, leaving his wrist out openly on the table between them beside his drink. It’s obvious when Alex tries not to look, even more so when he does, the column of his throat shifting in the low light. 

Then, carefully, Alex draws one hand out of his own lap to rest it at the edge of the table, the angle drawing his sleeve up just enough to expose the bands he’s chosen. 

Alpha, which Henry’d been expecting, and Submissive, which he very much had not.

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[phyto54]

hi hii!! here’s a matchup request 🫶

・preferably romantic but platonic is okay!

・she/her and we’ll say paired with male just to give you more to work with lol

・i don’t really mind but maybe someone with at least a little story relevance (so like no one-time appearance characters, if that’s ok!)

・probably dedicated, kind(?) and like funny (i’m a little basic i’m aware 😞)

・i’d describe myself as easygoing, creative, unserious, stubborn, a little clingy, geographically challenged and independent (if that makes sense like i cling to people cause i love quality time but i can handle myself fine)

・main ones are pottery, drawing, painting, fashion, volleyball, making moodboards and history but i’m all over the place honestly

・(giving) quality time for sure!! receiving probably physical touch

・amusement park!!!! or if we’re already dating then like takeout and a movie marathon

・erm like coquette/hyperfem and i’m blonde, green eyes, pear-ish body shape, 163.5 cm

・uhh quirks is like i narrate everything i’m doing to myself and talk to myself a lot, i love story games and board games, my favorite movie is how to lose a guy in 10 days, i lowkey have attachment issues and i don’t get jealous very easily (at all)

𝐀 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @whoo0sh !

Congratulation !🎊 Your perfect match are Lev and Alisa Haiba ! (platonic )

• Welcome to the Haiba family !

• You're like a mix between Lev and Alisa .

• When you were kids you played the twins. Since your appearance were identical.

• You definitely will rush to your parent's bedroom, the second they were gone. You dragged Lev along ( boy is too kind to say no) and you all play dress up !

• Lev don't have a plushy . You are his plushy.

• No matter the time, the moment or place. He's always glued onto you. Especially whe you're both sleeping.

• Sometimes he'd randomly ask you if you don't find him unsufferable or smothering at times. Please comfort this little kitty .

You and Lev just came back from a school outing at the zoo, your blue uniform as well as your too-big-for-your-little-heads yellow hats still on. You open the entrance door , Lev following your steps. Clinging on your arm . His eyes were still watery.

You had to put yourself on the tip of your toes in order to reach his height , you pat his head.

" It's ok." Your voice was soft, you smiled, cutting pertially your chubby pink cheeks.

" The gorilla can't reach you here . " Your twin sobbed " B-but he was about to punch me ... - but there were glass barriers to protect us ." You showed off your tiny and "very strong" biceps. " And don't forget that I'm here to protect you too ! " . Despite the multiple my little pony hairclip on your hair, as well as the rest of your accessories being glitterier and girlier than the rest.

To your own surprise , it worked.

He swept the remaining tears , a smile finally making its way to way to his face. " Right ! And I ... " His tummy grumbled . "umm " He held onto his shirt ,staring at the ground .Probably wanting to burry himself under it.

You quickly grabbed his wrist, speed walking. A determined frown on your face.

Hu . . . Whe. . . - I'm gonna ask nee-chan if she can give us something to eat ! - You don't have . . . - Siblings are here for that... You turn to look him in the eyes, lips curving upwards.

Right ?

He harshly rips himself from your grip,letting his arms fall, his hands clenching into fists. He held his own breath, a frown on his face. He shouts.

" You'll see ! When I'll be taller and stronger ! I'll be the best brother on earth ! And take care of you even moore ! ..."He accentuated his words by spreading his arms in the air.

" Than you did with me ! I'll protect you from gorillas too !" You chuckled, how long did he wait just to say that ?

You put yourself on the tip of your toe , patting his head. He shut his eyes,leaning under your touch.

Exactly like the stray cat you fed the other day...

You know too well how he'll turn out when older. An adorable big kitty that will never let you feel lonely ever again.

" yea, yea ... I trust you on that. Can we go eat ? Or your stomach is feeling better ? "

He grumbled again ,as if it had a conscience...

" let's go"

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Her face wrinkled slightly .

She burrowed her butt deeper on the chair of her desk.

Younger Alisa made her pen slid hesitantly on the paper . She stopped in the mid-sentence, erasing it. Rewriting it and the same cycle started all over again...

It's been an eternity she've been on this assignment. She had the arguments , the perfect plan ...

It's just that... Everyhing ... The phrasing... The words ...

It felt ... not right.

She stretched her wrist . Wincing a bit.

Her wrist throbbed with discomfort, the intensity of it gradually growing.

Maybe I could take a break...

She shook immediately her head .

No way !

If she really wanted to get into the fashion industry one day, she can't afford to lose time. The essay was due for tomorrow. She passed her hand in her hairs , messing them a bit, falling to the side.

The pen collide again with the paper. . .

And then. . .

She felt a small but insistent pull on her t-shirt.

She stopped her in her tracks.

Turning, she found you there—your fingers still curled around the fabric, your wide eyes shimmering like distant stars. There was something almost magic about you, as if you carried a quiet glow, a presence that felt both gentle and soothing. Your plump ,rosy shine like the first light of dawn.

A sun— warm, steady, radiant.

And behind you, another presence, smaller, more fragile but just as luminous, clinging onto you as you held on to her.

For a moment, she could see it—the light radiating from you, soft and golden, seeping into her vision. It reached her like a quiet wave, brushing away the weight, darkness and weight she had been carrying, dissolving the invisible pressure that had settled so deeply into her chest.

She exhaled. And in that instant, under the warmth of your presence , of both you and Lev, everything felt a little lighter.

" Nee-chan ! Can we have a snack ? " Lev nodded along your statement. She gasped , remembering something.

She kneeled down to reach your level, petting both of your heads. " We don't have anything left for a snack , but . . . "

Perfectly synchronized you mimic her " Buut ?? "

A soft smile touched her lips. " We have enough for backing a cake ~ - A cake ! - That's right . The problem is that I'm gonna need assistance to make them." She glanced at your two small figures." I don't know if I will have the time to find it... We can always go to the grocery store instead. . . " You raised your hands erratically in the air. " Us !! We're her to help ! We can be your assistant !! - No need to got o the convenient store ! - Are you sure ? - A 100% ? - A thousand percent !! -Alright ,then ... We'll just gonna need some aprons. "

Five minutes later , Lev watched you intently spinning around in your pink apron to see if it twirls like a dress. " It fits you super well ! " You held your face with both hands, " THANKS ! "

Alisa came with two step stool, catching back your attention. " We will make a carrot cake, what do you think ? - Vegetables can get in a cake ? - It'll be super crunchy ! - Sorry ... But no it's more chewy and very tasty I promise. - I'm not sure about that. - Don't worry Lev ! It'll be all right ! - Like Y/n said . - Ok , I'll do my best ! "

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The warm, inviting scent of cinnamon and nutmeg filled the small kitchen as the sunlight streamed through the lace curtains, casting a golden glow on the counter, where three siblings stood shoulder to shoulder, busily baking a carrot cake.

Alisa carefully measured out flour, her sleeves rolled up as she watched over her younger siblings. "Alright, Lev, can you whisk the eggs? Not too fast, just gentle strokes."

Lev hesitated for a moment before nodding. "O-okay," he murmured, gripping the whisk carefully. His movements were cautious, his brow furrowed in concentration.

Beside him, you stood on a small stool, reaching for the grated carrots. "You're doing great, Lev ! Here, let me hold the bowl for you!" Alisa cooed, offering him an encouraging smile.

Sam gave her a small nod as he continued whisking. Alisa ruffled his hair. "See? Nothing to worry about. Now, let's add in the sugar and oil. Y/n, can you pour it in while Lev mixes?"

"On it!" you cheered, carefully tipping the measuring cup into the bowl. A small splash landed on Lev’s face, and he let out a tiny gasp.

"Oh no! Sorry ..." , your lips stretching into a smile against your will.

Lev shook his head quickly, wiping his hands on a napkin. "It's fine."

Alisa handed him a clean towel. "Baking is always messy, but that's part of the fun. Now, let's fold in the carrots and walnuts."

As you messed up the kitchen, laughed while working together, giggles and gentle chatter filled the kitchen. You sprinkled in the cinnamon, Lev stirred the mixture, and your  elder big sis ensured everything went smoothly. When the batter was finally ready, You all poured it into the cake tin and slid it into the oven.

You clapped her flour-covered hands together. "Now we wait!"

Lev exhaled, wiping his forehead. "That was… actually kinda fun."

Alisa pulled both of you into a quick hug. "See? Baking is all about teamwork. And I think this is going to be the best carrot cake ever."

As the rich aroma of the cake drifted through the kitchen, they leaned against the table, their hands still dusted with flour. Sam traced a pattern in the fine powder on the surface, while You swung her feet back and forth on the stool. Alisa stretched her arms with a satisfied sigh.

Hope you enjoy it and that it'll be worth the wait.

I am sorry for taking that long,btw .〒▽〒

Byye ! ♪(^∇^*)

[hathorneheiress]

Forgotten pictures of the past

14 years ago

The patter of running feet could be heard throughout the massive halls of Hawthorne House, as the grand walls echoed in childish laughter.

Two young boys at the age of six and five running after each other at full speed. The younger lad was ahead of the older. Mischievous green eyes sparkled as fairly flew down the halls. Dark brown hair falling into his lightly tanned face.

"You're never going to catch me!" He squealed in excitement.

"Don't be so sure." The older lad was running almost as fast as his younger brother. Steely grayish blue eyes gave him a determination like no other. Light, wavy blond hair also was flying into his perfectly chiseled face. 

Both ran on and on. Whenever the older lad seem to catch up with his brother, the other seem to get burst of speed. Making the game of tag go on longer then usual.

It wasn't until they were in one of the smaller rooms, but by no means less elegant, that the younger lad, Jameson, looked behind him to see how far his older brother, Grayson, was. Unfortunately, it caused him to trip.

 If it was any old game of tag, Grayson would have tapped Jameson. But it wasn't just any old game where the Hawthornes were concerned. And Grayson couldn't just tap Jameson. No. It involved jumping on top of him and tackling him. For a moment they rolled around the ground, grappling for control.

Grayson won.

With Grayson on top, they had a silent staring contest. Mentally daring the other to look away. Grayson lost this time.

As ever the Gentleman, Grayson reached down and helped his brother up.

"You can't tag me again." He insisted. "You know the rules. You can only tag the same person two times before finding someone else. I've been tagged twice. And by you!" Grayson explained. "Go find Xander or Nash."

"Well, I don't know where they are." Jameson whined.

"Not my problem." Grayson insisted. "You can't tag me again."

"Fine." Jameson huffed. "I'm sure Xander is in the kitchen. That should be easy."

Grayson watched as Jameson ran out in full speed. Maybe he should hide? He thought. So my brothers don't find me.

As he was contemplating this thought, he happened to glance out the window, overlooking the well kept garden.

Sitting in a white basket chair and dressed in a flowery summer dress was his mother, Skye. He didn't know why, but he could feel the breath in his throat catch. There was something about her. She looked so beautiful. So pretty.

As he was silently admiring his mother's beauty, he noticed she was posing for a painter. No wonder she dressed her best. Not that she didn't, mind you.

It was then that he realized he wanted to capture it to. For himself.

Quickly running to another room, he knew what he needed: a pencil and paper. 

It didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for. Quickly he jumped back into the chair. Leaning over the desk, his eyes scanned over his mother's figure.

He was no professional drawer by any means, but he was very talented and he was a Hawthorne. And a Hawthorne was expected to extraordinary, even at the tender age of six.

Taking the pencil in his hand he began to slowly and methodically draw the outline. He barely knew he was doing but didn't care. It was oddly relaxing.

The sun was beginning to set by the time Skye was done. Unfortunately, Grayson wasn't. But it was ok, because he had most of outline down. You could tell it was Skye.

A sense of pride came over him. Had he really just done that? It looked so real and life-like. The plain paper was becoming a masterpiece.

He was carefully adding the waves to the hair when Jameson came running up beside him. "Gray," he said breathlessly, "it's dinner time."

"I'll be just minute." 

"We need to be there now. The old man said to get your butt down here." Then Jameson noticed what his brother was doing. "That's nice." he said softly. Before Grayson could register his brother's uncharacteristic niceties, Jameson was gone in a flash.

Sighing, he purposely set his pencil down and quickly made his to the massive dining room. Everyone was already seated.

Trying to fade in, Grayson solemnly took his seat. He knew he was late, and he knew the old man knew he was late. And Grayson wasn't allowed to be late.

No one said anything, but he knew from the brief look his grandfather gave him they would talk later. There was surely going to be a consequence for his tardiness.  

The old man finished first. Grayson could feel the old man's eyes on him as he rose from the table. 

"Grayson." he said, his voice neither harsh or gentle.

Grayson met his grandfather's eyes. "Yes sir?"

"When you are done meet me in the small sitting room int he west wing. You know what I am talking about."

Grayson knew exactly what he meant. "Yes sir." he acknowledged.

Any appetite he had instantly disappeared. Five minutes he discretely excused himself. With a knot in his stomach, he made his way up to the room, taking the secret passageway. Cracking open the swinging bookcase he saw his grandfather standing near a burning fireplace. He watched in silent horror as he saw the old man throw a piece of paper in the fire. No doubt the picture he had drawn and sketched by his own hands.

A part of Grayson wanted to run away, going to go sob into his bed. But he didn't. Even at six, he was raised to be the best, emotionless being his grandfather wished. 

Confidently, like he hadn't seen what had just happened, he pushed opened the secret door. "You wished to see me." 

The old man turned. "I did. Come here." Grayson silently obeyed.  "You know why I called you up here, right?"

Grayson nodded.

"Why?"

"Because I was late." He looked down. 

Tobias took his grandson's chin in his hand, lifting it up till Grayson's eyes met his. "I don't ever want that to happen again. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir."

Tobias's eyes watched the burning fire before them. "Remember son, just like this fire, the choices you make can either reward you with warmth or destroy you completely. It's up to you which one you will choose."

Without saying another word, Tobias walked away, leaving Grayson alone. For almost 5 minutes he didn't even move. He had failed, again. He was supposed to be the best, but he let his own desires get the better of him. 

Present day:

Avery stared at the huge desk before her. Tobias had been larger then life, and so was his desk. Avery was sure she had searched every inch of it. Looking for clues to be discovered. But there was one draw she seemed to have overlooked.

She didn't realize there was a secret draw, though she shouldn't have been surprised. She was searching for some paper Alisa, her lawyer, said she had. Even though didn't remember having it.

He sharp brain noticed the draw wasn't as big as it looked. That when it dawned on her there was another secret draw underneath it. It didn't take long to unmask it.  

Peering in, she saw more things that got to see what a man Tobias Hawthorne man was. Old pipes, an empty whisky cup, papers with riddles scrawled on. She was getting ready to look over them when something tucked at the back caught her eye.

A simple framed picture frame. Turning it over, Avery gasped. Inside was a drawn picture of a woman. The artist captured the waves of the woman's hair. The round face, long eyelashes, half smile half smirk on the face. It was beautiful.

And the woman was no other than Skye Hawthorne.

Just then Jameson Hawthorne walked in. "Heiress, Alsia is bugging me to come see if you found the paper." He smirked as he snuggled up to her. "What's you got?"

She handed him the frame. "That's Skye."

"It is. Where did you find it?"

Avery showed him.

"Hmm." Jameson looked at it better. "It looks familiar, but I'm not sure how."

Avery shrugged. 

"Wait!" Jameson said, "I think remember. But it can't be."

"What?" 

"It was so long ago but I remember there was this one time Skye was getting her picture painted outside. And Grayson was drawing her from a room upstairs. I never saw it after and I assumed Gray hid it away. Not the old man."

"Well. there is one way to solve this." Avery got up. 

They found Grayson sitting in his office. Papers, pens, and an empty coffee cup beside him. He ached his eyebrow but said nothing as they walked in.

"Avery found something and we want to show you." Jameson got straight to the point.

Avery handed Grayson the frame. "Do you remember that?"

She watched as Grayson took the frame. He hardly ever showed emotion, but she could see the look of surprise on his face. "Where did you find this?" he asked hoarsely.

"A secret compartment in the old man's desk. I guess he was keeping it."

"I thought you kept it." Jameson said.

Grayson shook his head. "The old man destroyed it. Or so I thought."

Avery was outraged.  "Why would he do that?!"

Grayson looked at Jameson instead. "Do you remember how I was late for dinner that one time?"

"Of course I remember. It was the day Skye got her picture painted. She was throwing a fit the whole day because it wasn't going as she wanted it to."

Grayson nodded and swallowed. "Well, the old man made sure I was never late again for dinner. I thought he burnt it."

"But he didn't." Avery said. "Which means whatever happened with you being late, he still admired what you drew. And so should you." She then noticed a screw sticking out from the wall.

She hung the frame up. "There," she declared "out where everyone can see it. Not hidden anymore. But we should get going, because ironically, dinner is almost ready and Alisa will have our hides if don't get down there."

Smiling, she locked an arm around Jameson and one around Grayson, leaving the room and the forgotten picture of the past.

[find-roronoa-zoro]

Roronoa Zoro X CisFem Reader

15

Christmas dinner had its usual moments of bickering and teasing among siblings and friends. Lots of curious glances were tossed your way as you and Zoro sat together his hand resting on your knee under the table. Your younger blond brother seemed to be acting quite smug all evening while your older blond couldn't seem to wait to corner and interrogate you.

"You don't think it's a little bit suspicious, yoi?" Marco asked taking the plate you'd just washed to dry.

"First of all, ouch," you looked at him ironically, "what's so suspicious? I didn't know you had such a big problem with him."

"I didn't mean it like that," he deadpanned and continued, "I don't have a problem with him. It's just your age difference and it's no secret that our family is successful and well off while he has been working multiple jobs to make ends meet, yoi."

"So you're saying he wants a sugar mama?"

"More or less, I mean who knows that could be it?"

"I guess I wasn't clear enough before." Zoro interrupted.

Marco sighed.

"Before?" you echoed.

"It's not a fetish and I don't need your money," he paused and flushed a little, "I happen to enjoy and appreciate your sister's company. We're both adults and don't need your permission."

Marco tensed and puffed out his chest, "If you ever -"

"You don't have to threaten me. I don't intend to."

You looked away flustered and cleared your throat, "I'm right here ya know."

"I need a smoke." Marco rumbled dropping the dish towel and marching out of the room.

"I'm really sorry about that." You turned back to the sink.

His arms made their way around your waist, "Don't be. He's allowed to be worried, I just don't appreciate the assumptions."

"It was still rude." you pouted.

"Well, a sugar mama would be nice." he breathed teasingly against the crook of your neck.

"S-shut up." you shivered, "Help me dry these dishes."

"Yes ma'am." he rumbled kissing the tip of your ear and moving beside you.

"Don't call me that." you nudged him playfully with your elbow.

"Well if you insist on calling me Tiger then you'll have to get an embarrassing nickname too." he argued quietly.

"Ma'am isn't a nickname, for one, it's something you say to your elder."

He smirked at you.

"Don't say it." you scolded.

"Ok, ok." he raised his hands, "I'll think of something."

After you and Zoro cleaned up everyone gathered in the den to play games and watch movies. Thatch and Marco had dipped out to smoke while you were helping Al and Nami destroy your younger brothers at Scene It Music. Zoro sat in an armchair next to Pops watching you laugh and talk shit to each other.

"You won't find someone with a purer heart." your father murmured.

Zoro sighed inwardly, he knew you lived with a bunch of protective men but if he was going to be threatened individually by them this shit was going to get old.

"I agree." the greenette nodded.

"Don't listen to these brats by the way," the old man chuckled, "they talk big but they'd never do anything to hurt her."

Zoro took a swig from the bottle of beer he was holding, "And I wouldn't either."

"That's good to know, lad." both men looked on as you turned and smiled at them still laughing at something Al had said to Sabo to make him pout, "She looks at you differently than the others."

"How so?"

"It's almost how she looked at me when she was little; like I could do no wrong. It's an infectious feeling." Pops glanced at the younger male.

"She makes you believe you can't." Zoro muttered taking another drink.

He really felt if you had a super power it would be your ability to draw out the good in anyone and make them feel supported.

"Cherish her, lad."

"Yes sir."

"Girls win!" you cheered.

"You guys pay the next time we go to the bar." Al affirmed.

"Sign this." Nami slid a small sheet of paper across the coffee table, "You won't be getting out of it."

"What are you two talking about so seriously?" you asked plopping down in the chair with Zoro.

"It's a secret." your father winked.

You gave Zoro a pout.

He smirked and flicked your forehead, "What a brat you were when you were little."

"Hey!" you protested grabbing his hand.

"I like this one." Pops rumbled.

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Zoro admired you as you rested in his lap on the sofa in the den.

You'd spent most of the night awake with Pops who was too sick to move, and even if he wanted to his legs were retaining water and were puffy and stiff. He couldn't keep anything down which included his nausea medication, you wasted a few doses trying. The boys needed rest so they could get some work done and Marco and Thatch could start preparations.

So, your boyfriend of less than a week came by to help. He convinced you to lie down while Pops was finally resting and nap until the hospice nurse arrived. Once you got comfortable on his thigh you were out like a light. You snored softly as he ran his fingers through your hair.

Not even fifteen minutes into your nap the doorbell chimed sending Chopper into a frenzy and startling you awake.

The damn nurse was early.

"I'll let her in." Zoro murmured as you sat up rubbing your eyes.

You nodded and straightened yourself up trying to recall everything you needed to tell her in your sleepy haze. After giving her a run down of the night before she entered Pops' room and checked his vitals and gave him a few shots. He barely stirred during the examination.

"Are your brothers here?" the nurse asked stepping out of his room.

"Not yet, is something the matter?" your stomach dropped.

"It would be best if you contacted them so we can all discuss the next steps." she smiled empathetically.

It took less than an hour to assemble all five of your siblings.

You walked out on to the porch with Zoro adjusting the scarf around his neck.

"You don't have to go." you murmured nervously.

"It's a family moment. I don't want to upset your brothers." he brushed your hair behind your left ear, "I'll be nearby so just call me when you're done and I'll come back. Ok?"

"K." you pouted.

He swiftly kissed your lips and turned toward his truck.

"I'm going to have to suggest he be moved to the hospice center." Marcia, the nurse announced once you had all gathered in the living room.

"Why the center? He wanted to stay home." Sabo voiced.

"Yeah, you guys can just give him his treatments here anyway." Ace agreed.

"He's reached a stage where he needs around the clock care." Marcia explained, "We cannot do that here."

"How soon?" you asked

"There's a space available now. We can move him tomorrow." she replied.

"What does this mean? How long will he have to stay?" Luffy questioned from his seat next to you.

Marcia glanced at Thatch and Marco before turning back to the youngest as you wrapped your arms around him.

"Well, the hospice center is where people come to be kept comfortable in their final days."