#asra x fem! reader

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

hello I hope your having a good day! I was wondering if you could write for the arcana mane 6 comforting reader when she had a bad/stressful day? Js something fluffy and cute :3

Case of the Blues

|| main 6 x fem!reader

|| Warnings; reader feeling down, the main 6 comforting her, brief hints at sex but nothing actually said or overly hinted at

|| Summary; when the main 6 find reader, they comfort her to the best of their abilities. Each in their own styles.

Requests open!

Started; November 9th

Finished; November 9th

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Countess Nadia

She knows by now what all your tells are, it didn't take her long to figure out you were feeling down. Nadia would call for Portia, requesting your favourite comfort food to be made for dinner that evening. Then Nadia would call off anything she had to do for that day. Luckily, today there wasn't anything too major. Just small meetings with the court that Nadia could just reschedule anyways.

Getting you in her arms would be her top priority. Once Nadia had you in bed, she'd shower you in kisses. Asking what was wrong and if there was anything she could do for you. If you told her, Nadia would sit and listen. Providing advice should you ask. She always seemed to know just what to say, especially when it came to you.

If you decided on being silent with her, Nadia would never force you to speak to her. But she would feel a little hurt that you were shutting her out. Instead, she would focus on the physical comfort over emotional and mental. Giving you any kind of attention you wanted... yes, any. Nadia was yours just as much as you were hers; something she would never let you forget. Not that you had any complaints, though.

And it worked nearly every time, making you feel better than you had all day.

Count Lucio

Believe it or not, he does notice when his favourite magician is feeling down. Lucio doesn't always know what to do at first, asking some of the palace workers for advice until he settles on something he likes. And figured you would like too.

When he finds you, he scoops you up into his arms. Ignoring your protests at being carried, saying how he's "trying to be your hero! let me do my thing!" and eventually you calm down. Allowing him to carry you to the palace's luxury baths.

At the baths, he tells the servants there to leave the two of you be. Then disrobes you and himself before heading in, gesturing for you to follow him.

Once settled in his arms, he holds you close. Pampering you and kisses and asking how you're feeling. If you tell him, he does his best to listen. And if its a rant about someone in particular, Lucio hates that person along with you. "ugh I can't believe they did that!" "no way???" "nobody speaks to my mc like that and gets away with it". Honestly Lucio lives for the drama.

But if you choose not to tell him, much like Nadia he's happy just providing you with kisses.

Portia Devorak

Just like you, Portia's pretty exhausted after her day in the palace. But when she comes home to find you looking rather down, almost subconsciously petting Pepi in your lap... she knows what she's gotta do. Portia's the type to worry about herself last; if at all. So you know this girl is doing everything she can for you.

Making you a calming tea, your favourite snacks, then cuddling up with you and Pepi. Listening as you rant to her. Much like Lucio, if the rant is about a particular person... Portia is your number one defender. You may need to hold her back from marching out of the cottage and finding whoever it was that wronged you herself. How dare someone make her favourite girl in the world sad? She'd handle it, if you let her.

Julian Devorak

Oh boy. When he found you feeling down, he was all over you with concern. First Julian made sure to cross off any illness possibilities; checking your forehead, etc. When he was satisfied that you were alright in that sense, he'd run off to get you water and a snack. Just to be extra sure about your health and all. And when he'd return, Julian would sit and listen as you talked to him about your day.

He would feel bad for you, wishing that whatever had you feeling down was happening to him instead. Despite Nazali's warnings at not being so self sacrificing. Julian loved you, he couldn't help it. He hated seeing those he cared about in any kind of pain he couldn't fix.

But Julian would damn well do anything he could to try and fix it. Giving you whatever kind of comfort you needed. Cuddles? Stories? Kisses? Laughter? You name it, you got it. Even if he may have to pull a few strings.

Asra

Asra's known you for ages, after all he taught you to be human again. So of course he would immediately recognize that look in your eyes. He'd ask you what was wrong, bringing you upstairs to talk about it as Faust came and joined you. Lounging in the space between the two of you.

You would talk to Asra; there was little you felt you couldn't admit to him. It had always been easy having conversations with the magician. He'd listen, letting you get everything out before offering comfort and especially advice. Even offering to do a tarot reading for you, should the situation require another set of eyes and advice.

You'd listen to everything he had to say, taking in his words like a fresh breeze on a rough day. Finding it was exactly what you needed to hear. As it often was. He'd then give your hand a squeeze and lips a kiss, before making your favourite meal for dinner. Comforting you was something he had become skilled in doing over the years. After all, you were his mc.

Muriel

Muriel would return to his hut to find you cuddled up with Inanna. He could tell you weren't quite yourself. He'd give you the time you needed, knowing that sometimes people just need to be left alone until they're ready. And by the time you were, he was making dinner for the two of you as he felt your arms try to wrap around his back. Muriel would look to you, bringing you in a little closer. Placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

He wouldn't ask what was wrong right away. Waiting to see if you would start the conversation. If you did, he would listen. Occasionally nodding to show you he was paying attention as he made dinner. But if you didn't talk first, he would feel a little flustered as he'd awkwardly stutter out the question. Asking you how you were feeling.

Should you decide to say nothing about it to him, Muriel would respect that. Being a man of so few words himself he hardly minded. But he would be bothered about whatever seemed to have you so down. Wondering if it was something he had done or someone else. As long as you assure him it wasn't his fault, he'd be okay.

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Notes; not used to writing for Portia, Julian, Asra or Muriel. So I hope you all found them to be decently accurate 🙏

[asraxfile]

Could you please do 18,28 and 40 with Miyeon where she gives the reader her notes? 🫶

Distraction

sypnosis Miyeon scolding you for not paying attention to class but still gives you her notes genre fluff warnings established relationship scenario no. 18 the one giving the other their notes cause they didn't follow the lesson dialogues no. 28 "What's on your mind?" "You." and no. 40 "Stop looking at me and follow the lesson." "I like this lesson better." word count 0.5k

A/n: this was so cutee to make, ty for requestingg !! Enjoy readingg^^

It was the middle of the school day and the air was fresh. The sun was shining but it was still a little cold because of the morning shift. Lunch had passed just 10 minutes ago yet you just couldn’t concentrate on the boring history lesson your teacher was babbling about. Especially when your pretty cute classmate, who’s also your lover, was sitting right next to you.

Miyeon holds the title of the beauty of the school, but she was still kind of a nerd. Despite having a huge reputation, she still wanted to do good in her studies. As you laid your head on the desk, you turned your head towards Miyeon’s direction. Despite your vision being horizontal, you could not stop taking glances at her. For you, this view was much better than taking notes of the lesson. Soon after, Miyeon lowered her head but still held her concentrated gaze on the blackboard and softly whispered.

“Stop looking at me and follow the lesson.” Her voice was so calm yet she still sounded like she was scolding you. Then, swiftly she raises her head and continues to write in her notebook. You blink two or three times at what she just said as a slight smirk creeped on your lips. “I like this lesson better.” Miyeon stops in her trance and eyes you, her expression was awkward but you couldn’t not notice the small blush on her soft cheeks at your words.

As the class dragged on, you found it harder and harder to focus, your mind drifting back to Miyeon. Just when you thought you couldn’t handle the boredom anymore, the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. Students started packing their bags, and the teacher reminded everyone about the homework assignment due tomorrow. You sighed, not looking forward to the homework. Until then, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder. You turned to see Miyeon holding out her notebook to you, her eyes sparkling with kindness.

“Here, take my notes,” she spoke softly. “I know you weren’t paying attention.” Your eyes widened in surprise. “O-oh Are you sure?” I take the notebook “Thank you.” She nodded, her cheeks still slightly pink. “Yes, just make sure you actually look at them. I don’t want you to fall behind.” She smiled, her smile was a beautiful, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Just promise me you’ll try to focus next time.” she teased, poking your arm lightly.

As you walked out of the classroom together, Miyeon glanced at you, her expression curious. “What’s on your mind? You seemed distracted today.” she asked. You looked at her, feeling the warmth of her presence next to you. “You,” you admitted softly. Miyeon’s blush deepened, and she laughed lightly. “You’re impossible.” she said, shaking her head, but her smile was brighter than ever. You chuckled, feeling a warm rush of affection for her.

“I promise I’ll try to be focused. But only if you sit next to me in the next class too.” Miyeon rolled her eyes playfully but didn’t argue. Instead, she nods at your words. As the two of you walk to your next class, you feel lucky to have someone like her. Even when you were distracted, she still had your back to make you catch up with the lessons and make those boeing classes bearable.

[daenyzz]

The Star of Their Lives

Summary — Through the challenges, Asra and Cassie's love grows stronger and stronger, until from this love a child is born. Although unexpected, the baby will certainly be equally loved, as if it were planned.

Warning — Lightly described birth, but other than that, just lots of cuteness.

Pairing — Asra Alnazar x Fem!Oc named Cassiopeia, but you can change the name.

Word Count — 1.072

In a city shrouded in mystery and enchantment, where magic danced like the wind among the trees, Asra and Cassiopeia Alnazar, also affectionately called Cassie, found a love that defied time and adversity. Cassie was a powerful magician, with skills that dazzled even the most experienced. Her pale blond hair fell in soft waves down to her shoulders, and her pale purple eyes shone with the same intensity as the stars. Asra, with her undeniable charm and exceptional magical abilities, was the tarot wizard who knew the secrets of the future.

The couple's life was full of adventures and challenges, but there was a new journey about to begin: Cassie had discovered she was pregnant. The revelation came on a sunny day, when she looked in the mirror and noticed something different about herself. Magic pulsed inside her, and the connection with the child was undeniable. It was a moment of joy and surprise that quickly turned into a sea of emotions.

“Cassie!” Asra exclaimed as she entered the room. He noticed his beloved's expression and immediately felt that something important was about to be revealed. "What happened?"

Cassie smiled shyly, her heart beating fast. “I… I’m pregnant, Asra.” The words came out as a sweet whisper, but echoed in his mind like thunder.

Asra’s eyes lit up with a mixture of surprise and happiness. He approached her, wrapping his arms around her. “This is wonderful! We’re about to have a little wizard or witch in our lives!” His cheerful tone made Cassie laugh.

The pregnancy brought changes to both of them. In the following months, Cassie began to feel the first movements of the child inside her. Each kick was like a reminder of the new life born of their love. Asra was always by her side, caring for her with tenderness and attention.

“You need to rest,” he would often say, as he prepared potions to ease any discomfort she might feel. “And I’ll make sure you have everything you need.”

Cassie admits that she was amused by Asra’s exaggerated attempts to protect her. He would organize romantic dinners and prepare relaxing baths with magical herbs. In the midst of it all, they would cuddle together and talk about the child’s future and what their first moments together as a family would be like.

As the months passed, they began to plan the baby’s room. Cassie wanted it to be a magical space, filled with light and soft colors. Together, they chose every detail: the walls were adorned with sparkling stars handmade by Asra; enchanted furniture that changed shape according to the child’s mood was created by Cassie.

Finally, the day of the birth arrived. The night was calm when Cassie began to feel contractions. Asra was at her side, holding her hand steady as she breathed deeply.

“You look amazing,” he said softly, looking into her eyes with unconditional love.

“I just want to see our little one,” Cassie replied between contractions.

After hours of hard, magical labor, the baby’s cries echoed through the room. She was a beautiful girl with silvery-white hair and bright, mismatched eyes that were her father’s deep purple and her mother’s pale violet—a true combination of two magical parents. They decided to name their daughter Lyra, Lyra Alnazar.

The first few months after Lyra’s birth were filled with challenges and unexpected joys. Cassie was learning to balance her powerful magic with the new responsibilities of motherhood. Asra was always there to support her.

“You can use your magic to soothe her,” Asra suggested one night as they tried to get Lyra to sleep.

Cassie hesitated for a moment before nodding. She reached out gently over the crib and whispered soft, magical words that enveloped Lyra in a soothing aura. The child immediately relaxed and soon fell asleep.

“You were amazing,” Asra murmured in awe as his golden arms wrapped around Cassie’s waist from behind.

“It’s hard to believe we’re responsible for this little one,” Cassie said, leaning her head back against Asra’s shoulder as they watched Lyra sleep peacefully. Much to her parents’ dismay, time passed quickly; Lyra grew up healthy and full of energy. Her curiosity was contagious, as was her smile, which was illuminated by the magic of childhood. At six months old, she was already showing signs of the magical abilities she had inherited from her parents—little beams of light danced around her when she was happy and excited.

Asra and Cassie often took Lyra to explore the magical gardens surrounding their home. They taught their daughter about enchanted plants and mystical creatures; each outing was a new adventure filled with learning and laughter.

A special day arrived when Lyra turned one year old. The party was magical—close friends were there to celebrate this new phase in their life as a family.

Cassie baked enchanted cakes that floated in the air while Asra organized magical games for the invited children. Lyra’s soft, joyful laughter filled the room as she played with her friends beneath the twinkling lights of Asra’s handmade lanterns.

At the end of the party, as everyone gathered to sing happy birthday to Lyra, Asra held Cassie’s hand and whispered, “Look how happy she is.”

Cassie smiled broadly as she watched her daughter surrounded by the love and joy of their friends. “Yes,” she replied softly, “and this is just the beginning.”

Life continued to flow smoothly for them; each day was a new opportunity to learn together as a magical family. Challenges arose—sleepless nights or moments when Lyra used her magical abilities unintentionally—but they were always overcome by the deep love they shared.

As the years passed, Cassiopeia would become not only a devoted mother but also a powerful mentor to her growing magical daughter. She taught Lyra about magical responsibility while Asra shared her experiences of facing the challenges of fate.

A year after little Lyra’s birth, as they watched the stars shine brightly in the night sky through her bedroom window, Cassie felt grateful for every moment spent with the family they had built together.

“I couldn’t imagine a better future,” she said, looking into Asra’s eyes.

He smiled softly, “And this is just the beginning of our adventures.”

With that in mind, they kissed under the soft light of the stars—three hearts beating together in perfect harmony within the vast magical universe they had created together.

[impashableimagines]

Im in need of asra smut, please quench my thirst. (Asra x The Apprentice) 💆🏻🙇🏻‍♀️🙏🏻 thank you. God bless you 😩😂😂

Hope this sates your need (even though it's like 2 years too late)! I'm writing for a Fem!MC bc it was not otherwise specified:

Asra's first instinct after bringing MC in as their apprentice is to be friendly. Just, friendly.

But as they get to know her, that becomes so much more difficult than they thought it would be.

She's just too charming, too soft, too inviting.

So when she accidentally-on-purpose implies that she'd like to bed Asra in the form of a casual, off-handed comment, they decide it's time to stop holding back with their flirting.

What used to be friendly chatter slowly transforms into flirty banter and soft touches, sensual massages, and gentle kisses to your cheek.

It all progresses very slowly, cautiously, because they don't want to push her boundaries before she's ready, despite her all but having verbally consented.

So unless she pushes for more, it will take a while before they get anywhere sexually. Asra's too much of a gentleperson to introduce the idea, even if they're both interested.

So, with that in mind, she's the one to initiate the first time.

She meets Asra for dinner at home after a day of dealing with local merchants, and after being flirted at forwardly by seemingly everyone, that is, except the one person she actually wants to be forward with her, she's frustrated.

She grabs them by the collar of their shirt and pulls them into her, her lips pressed firmly against theirs. They'll melt into her advances instantly, surging into the kiss more deeply and instinctively grasping at her hips to hold her as close as possible.

As previously mentioned, she's got to guide Asra here, as they don't want to risk overstepping her comfort zone, but if she acts enthusiastically, they will too.

As soon as she expresses enthusiastic consent, expect Asra to worship her. On their knees, enthusiastically, face buried into her cunt and arms wrapped around her, hands grasping at her hips to hold her steady as they eat her out.

Asra feels entirely like a service-switch, basically melding into whatever role suits the mood of the moment.

The first time they fuck, Asra makes sure to thoroughly prep MC and tease her, getting her off with their mouth and fingers more than once, sinful moans and words of praise falling from their lips whenever they come up for air.

"You taste so sweet, my love, I could feast on you all night." They'd murmur against her skin as they suck her slick from their fingertips. "How does that sound?"

They'll build up her frustrations so sweetly, making her come again and again on their fingers and lips until she's growling and practically pouncing them for more.

She'll push them onto the bed and climb onto their lap, grinding against their hardened member until they're whining, arching their hips up to meet hers in desperation.

Both of them are desperate for more contact, but she'll drag it out in a playful act of vengeance for their prior teasing. The more buildup, the more anticipation, the better the act will be, she knows.

Finally, she unbuttons the desperate magician's pants, freeing their cock, and she slips her panties to the side to sink down onto it with pleasure, drawing the most perfect groans from Asra's lips.

As much as MC would love her full vengeance, she decides against it in favor of riding them to her (and their) conclusion, and continuing to bounce on their cock until she can hardly move anymore, dragging as much pleasure and overstimulation out of Asra as they did from her.

[pvrkacciosan]

Kicks and Kisses

Summary: After the readers run-in with Xaden's training methods, Bodhi isn't in any rush to let her back on them defenseless so takes it upon himself to teach her a few things.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairing: Bodhi Durran X Marked Fem! Reader

Word Count: uncounted

Warnings: Suggestive, swearing, fighting training, Mature language content

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With the valiant help from a group of young healers you were released from the prescribed rest, and were able to get yourself back up and moving within a week.

You were still tender but your breathing wouldn't cut out on you and the blinding pain was no longer erupting behind your eyes rendering you useless in ever sense.

But still Bodhi had refused to let you return back to your own dorm in that time. Even when you had a perfectly good bed there.

Those beds are un-comfy and you know it.

You rolled your eyes at Asra, whether she could sense your attitude, you were hopeful she couldn't,

I don't understand why he won't let me go back to my own bed. That chair can't be very comfortable. You stared at the chair positioned on the far side of the room, the one Bodhi had been sleeping in whilst you took his bed. You didn't understand why you were entertaining such topics of conversation with her. Talking with Asra had always come naturally, like a sister you could confine in, and the subject of Bodhi Durran left your chest feeling warm in a rather pleasant way.

So Invite him into the bed with you.

It wasn't difficult for you to sense every dripping pulse of Asra's amusement, you gawked at her words in your head.

I can't do that. Won't it be awkward You couldn't help but contemplate the outcome.

Don't be foolish girl. You're a dragon rider, start acting like it. If you want something you might just start acting like that Riorson boy, heys taken the silver one to bed.

You didn't want to know where she had got that piece of information. But the notion of what she was speaking... There was a difference between asking Bodhi to share his bed and committing to taking him in his bed.

When Asra laughed in your head, you clamped your knees together, trying to ignore the heat that was building there. As you ripped the covers of Bodhi's bed from atop your body, you could't stop the swirling of those blood igniting thoughts. Couldn't decide what you would want more, to have him sleeping in the bed with you, or having him take you in the bed you had come to love.

The quilt scented of him. A deep smell that you hadn't noticed the first night you slept, it lingered on everything in this room.

His scent has been all over you. Asra's voice in your head, you only assumed she was referring to when you had gone flying yesterday, trying to ease yourself back into training once you got the all clear from the healers.

Bodhi and Cuir had flown with you both yesterday, positioning himself slightly below you, to catch you should you fall off Asra's back.

I would have caught you. Asra's voice was dripping with some tone you couldn't place, Laughing lightly in your own head you shot it down the bond. She didn't respond beyond that of a gentle huff.

Closing up the wall between you. Moving to begin gathering ouself from the room. Bodhi was supposed to meet you down at the mats for an initial round of training, trying to strengthen the muscles and reconditioning them to get back to what they had once been.

And as usual, you were running late. At least you could use the excuse of your lingering injuries. They weren't as painful, just uncomfotable. Especially your shoulder, a mender had reattached many of the tendsons and ligaments in your shoulder, but you still have only light movement in the joint.

Moving down through the halls, you rounded into the training room. The mats laid out as per usual, there were a couple cadets scattered around each pair training away from one another in private lessons.

Strolling in softly you glanced around and spotted two famiar bodies. Sauntering closer you watched them, matching hit for powerful hit on one another.

Bodhi and Xaden often never sparred with each other. Garrick was the usual go-to. The third boy was on the side of the mat, arms folded as he watched the cousins spar. You moved to stand beside the giant.

"Hey Y/n" He offered you a small smile.

At the sound of your names, Bodhi glanced up, un-focusing the fight at hand. It landed him a stiff jaw from the next punch Xaden landed. Blinking to look you over once, Bodhi dodged out the way of his cousins next hit.

You watched from the side returning Garrick's smile with one of your own before turning back unaware of the excited glances Garrick was switching between you and Bodhi.

"Garrick.," Bodhi warned as he dodged a swing from Xaden before getting a punch in at the Wingleader's ribs.

You glance questioningly up at the boy beside you, Garrick coughed, covering his smirk with a hand.

"They are sparring to burn off...Pent up...emotions"

You frowned at him, that definitely was not what Garrick was entertaining in his thoughts. You squinted at him before glancing to watch Bodhi swing hard and fast for Xaden. What Bodi lacked in size against his cousin and Garrick he surely made up for in speed. His exposed muscles rippling with each movement. Your gaze zones in on the sweat gleaming, coating every inch of his skin.

What it would be like to have his body pressed against you own on that bed, having him above or below you, At each others mercy.

You're drooling

You went to snip back at Asra but she hid behind your mental shield straight after her own words.

Paranoia took hold, Twisting away from Garrick slightly you wiped at your lower lip and chin with the back of your hand. You weren't but you still sense Asra's lingering amusement at your sudden panic.

Turning back to watch, Xaden and Bodhi panting hard as they finally parted from one another on the mat. Bodhi gave Xaden's shoulder a rough shoves but they were both smiling as they stepped back.

Xaden initially avoided your gaze. You hadn't seen the Wingleader since the day of your injury. Besides once when he had tried to come see you. Bodhi had refused to let him in then and you could still recall the sound of them arguing outside the bedroom door.

He tried now to get out of the way, Slipping from the room. Bodhi folded his arms across his chest clearing his throat, Xaden froze. Pivoting to meet your stare.

"Y/n I'm sorry for putting you on that mat" His tone was so awkward even you didn't know what exactly to say. Bodhi rose his eyebrows when Xaden cast him a sidelong glance.

The Wingleader sighed, "It was clear you didn't want to fight, I shouldn't have made you and it won't happen again"

Bodhi was grinning like an idiot in your direction when Xaden finally rose back to his full height. Bodhi watching you intently, waiting for you to acknowledge his efforts in making his cousin apologize. Something about the way he smiled at you made the strings in your heart cinch. Asra slide into your mind, her presence alone snapping you from watching Bodhi.

Glancing to Xaden, "I'm fine Xaden. I'm alive am I not?" The Wingleader waited. Attention flicking to Bodhi, You warily followed his stare. A muscle beneath Bodhi's eyes twitched, Garrick caught it after seeing the expression on your own face. Spinning himself into the middle of the two and clasped Xaden roughly on one shoulder.

"Right we're off to find your opponent from that day. Try and make sure Imogen hasn't gutted the girl for her slander against you" Garrick's usually stoic face was set in a grin, you had a feeling he might sooner set Imogen on the girl first before saving her hide.

Garrick and Xaden stalked from the mats, leaving the room entirely within a few long strides,

When you turned back to obverse Bodhi, heat bloomed in your cheeks to find him already watching you.

"Right" He shook his head, these dark curls shaking to cover his brow bone. "Let's get started."

After running through a quick warm up with him your skin had already formed up quite a sweat. Many of the other cadets had vacated the training room, probably to attend to other daily duties.

Bodhi had been wary of your shoulder joint and coached you through each movement, sometimes he would place a hand against your body to steady the off balance the injuries had given you and It was becoming increasingly difficult to focus.

Moving off the mat to grab a quick drink of water you tried to organise the shambling thoughts which flushed your flesh to the core.

"We will move onto some evasion techniques and manoeuvrers to get yourself out of someone's grip."

You nodded, taking a quick final gulp of the water, evasion and defensive practise that would be fine. You had done this before.

You turned to move back onto the mat when your thoughts finally processed what you were getting yourself into. There was only a few ways to actively practise these sorts of manoeuvrers . Ones that involved lots of bodily contact.

You blinked as Bodhi shook his muscles, rolling each of his joints, The silence prompted him to look up

"I won't bite" there was a boyish smirk gracing his lips, it was an expression you had seen on him for years since knowing each other, often when causing mischief. The only form of consistency it offered you now was that it caused your heart to hammer harder against your ribs.

Pull yourself together. You were reducing yourself to no better than a teenage boy seeing a women naked for the first time in his life. Sighing deeply you moved onto the mat.

Bodhi stilled hands clasping together, allowing you to come closer, he watched carefully, assessing you.

"How is your shoulder feeling?"

Prompted by his question you rolled the ball and socket joint, easing deeper into the muscle there. They ached slightly but nothing more beyond overexerting the shoulder.

"All good" smiling softly you ignored the joint focusing now as Bodhi began to prepare himself.

"We are going to start with something simple. If someone tries to grab you from the front."

He waited for you to nod before continuing, "I'm going to grab for you and all you have to do is get me off you. We will critique everything once we've gone through every scenario "

He didn't wait for your acknowledgement now, unprepared you stepped back when both of Bodhi's hands came up towards you. As his body followed through your own muscle memory kicked in, grabbing his right wrist you jammed a thumb into the pulse point there and twisted— hard.

Bodhi let loose a grunt as he moved with the twisting limb, following so you wouldn't break his arm entirely. You only let go once his limb was flush unnaturally against his back.

"Good." He turned shaking his wrist lightly "That was perfect. Could be a little quicker with your reaction time, but we will work on that in our next session"

You nodded, worriedly glancing at his wrist perhaps you had been too forceful.

"This time we are going to run with the scenario that I actually got a hold on you"

Bodhi closed the gap separating you both, slowly raises his hands, hesitating with them hovering your body, noting their destined locations you gave Bodhi the go ahead. He rests his hand on your left shoulder the other at the base of your neck.

"Right.." Bodhi cleared his throat, "I'm going to pretend to be trying to push you back as if to get you.. against a wall. Get out of my grip."

Nervous, you glance at him, he offers an encouraging smile, nodding softly you tried desperately to ignore as his grip squeezes lightly against you body, try to ignore the pander of heartbeats that flutter in you.

When Bodhi began to push back you resisted, planting a foot behind to stabilise the weight of you. The muscles in the back of the leg stretching with the pressure. The result of Bodhi pushing you however; his hand pushing into your windpipe, slowing the flow of air to you with dizzying affect and not from the lack of oxygen.

Relaxing the breaths you took, You made quick work of trying to lessen his grip. Pressing your finger into his wrist's pulse point.

"Find somethinng new. That's not going to work a second time"

Frustration grew like a building short circuit. You knew strength wasn't your biggest fighting factor, it was instinct at this point born and bred as a female to go for a man's weakest point and it was taking everything within your resolve to not kick between his legs.

Pressure point began quizzing through your mind. Bodhi watches as your eyes flicked across his body ravaging at the sight of your attention on him. Felt the heat of it across every inch of his aching skin, tensioned for the need of touch, your touch. You were simply looking for his weaknesses, ones you could reach from the position you were currently in.

Shifting your weight into the side he held a hand to your throat, you rammed your thumb under his arm, nail digging into the soft flesh there.

Bodhi loosens his grip enough for you to duck under the other arm and release yourself. Bouncing back on the balls of your feet, you teetered towards the edges of the mat.

Bodhi rounded with a smirk, shooting a quick wink your way, "Atta Girl." The genuine pride and excitement in his tone made your cheeks flush.

Any focus you had fought to obtain since the beginning of this session slipped entirely away from you in that second. Shallow breathing, you shook yourself off the rising tension with it.

"Again." Bodhi gestured you back for the middle of the mat, "This time I'm coming at you from behind"

The air hauled in your throat, gulping quickly and moving back to the centre. Bodhi stepped up behind you.

He gave you even less warning. Albeit you could have used one this time unexpecting of his arms to latch themselves around your torso.

You needed to focus, focus on getting yourself out of his hold, but the only thing swirling in your mind was how close his body now was to yours, you could feel the rippling warm muscles on his chest against your back.

His arms tightened and you gasped lightly when you felt the sensation of his palm brush up the side of your breast, the material of your clothing ruffling as he righted his grip

A pulse of fresh warmth coursed through you, blooming from your core. It was almost painful as the material brushed the peak of your nipple.

If this was how your body reacted to his unintentional intimate touches you could only imagine what he might do to you intentionally.

"You seem distracted." the heat of his breath fanned your neck when he whispered the words against the shell of your ear, close enough you swore on your life that was his lips brush the curve.

Nerves rippled against him. You needed to get your shit together, but. . .

There was a smugness in his tone. That bastard, was he potentially... teasing on purpose to distract you? You swallowed a scoff. Two could definitely play at this game.

Grabbing his elbow you made an attempt to lift his arm up over your head, the well tones limb didn't move, but you couldn't resist the smile, for it was a cover up.

Rolling your hips and pushing you ass back against him. With the shared closeness he had created you heard his breath stuttered behind your ear and felt his pulse skyrocket.

Who was the distracted one now, driving the heel of your foot into the top of his, you heard the oxygen whoosh into his lungs as he hissed. Elevating the foot ever so slightly.

You wouldn't have the strength to throw him over your shoulder but if he was off balance as he was now. Gripping both hands as far up his arm as you could reach you twisted sharply into his unbalanced side.

Feeling his weight falling against you own you planted both legs to limit the chance of you falling too.

When Bodhi hit the ground you were diligent, moving quickly while he stunned to recall his senses.

Swinging one leg you planted yourself above him to pin him below you.

There was a second were you hadn't thought, just did. Hadn't realised what you were doing until you did it. Hadn't realised you now straddled his waist, hadn't realised you might have miscalculated the extent of your teasing until you felt the growth hardening beneath your ass.

Bodhi blinked at you in wild surprise as though he too now realised what had been done.

Had he not been thinking just as you hadn't? Simply following movements and feelings that felt so inheritable right until there was an irreversible shift between you both. Bodies welded together from where you sat atop him.

Every nerve in you was jackhammering in your heart, blood thrumming against your hearing. An unmistakable ache was growing between your legs, one which could and would lead to decisions you knew were irreversible.

Perhaps Bodhi had been teasing you simply to district, there was nothing attached to that. No emotion or feeling.

Foolish girl. You hadn't realised Asra had been listening into your thoughts, Had failed to notice she had lowered her shield. Is that how distracted Bodhi had made you?

You went to move from his lap, but Bodhi groaned, the sound low and guttural from deep at the back of his throat, head falling back with his eyes squeezing shut. Without looking his hand found your thigh, squeezing to hold you in place,

"Don't move." The guttural throaty sound in his voice blinded your every sense, glancing to his veined hand you couldn't rip your attention away until Bodhi blinked at you startled, a muscle in his jaw twitched as his eyes darkened.

Within the next second you attempted to lift yourself back off him, in one swift movement, Bodhi pushed himself up with a hand behind him. Using the grip on your leg to keep you on top of him, the positions now pushing you to sit further onto his growing erection.

It wasn't until he rightened himself that Bodhi released his grip only to move it across your body, you felt it clasp the back of your neck as he leaned closer pulling you with him and wasted no more time of colliding his lips with yours.

You stilled, stunned as his lips moved against your own, Asra's presence stroking against your mind prompting you from the stupor, her rebuilding her shield was enough of a hint and approval.

Softening your tense muscles you wrapped both arms to encircle around his shoulders, pulling your chest closer to his. Letting one hand slip to cup the back of his head. Fingers threading his dark curls.

Bodhi continued denying himself breath as he smiled, feeling you finally give in. Letting yourself match him. Giving and receiving the hot kisses, fast and swift.

They continued, hungry for more. Starved for the touch of one another. It was a sensation you didn't know you wanted — needed.

The heat encased between your bodies made your heart hammer into overdrive, Lifting your weight and then lowering it with a roll of your hips, causing friction against the now obvious erection beneath you.

Bodhi exhaled sharp and hot against your mouth, pulling from your lips. Once more his eyes squinted shut, brow furrowed.

You couldn't pry your attention away. The expression on his face alone set you emotions spiralling. It was the perfect mix of pain and pleasure rolled into one.

Wiggling your ass down, Bodhi groaned louder this time. His eyes snapped open to level with your own, within that hungry fire that was beginning to demand more of you: a desire you would happily indulge.

Even within that burning, there was still a softness to Bodhi, he was still the same man you grew up with, a comfort you had come to depend on.

He grinned as he watched you, eyes flicking to scan every inch of your face. You shivered as Bodhi dragged a hand across you collar bone, up your neck to cup the line of your jaw. Thumb rubbing into your now swollen lower lip.

He leaned so close once more that you now shared a combined airspace.

"We shouldn't continue" the smirk growing on his lips said more. The growing heat within you was answer enough, rubbing a hand into his jaw, for the thrill of it you shook you head leaning closer still. "We shouldn't"

Tightening your grip at the back of his head, fingers twisting into a strand of hair, Bodhi dipped his head to yours, lips a whisper apart.

"Kiss me again" His voice turned throaty, the blood in you warming at his touch, "Please" the shift in his tone was astonishing.

Giving yourself over, leaning to rejoin him, a coil of tension grew in the core of your chest. You kissed him fully, Pulling Bodhi into you.

Bodhi broke the connection after a second, "Atta girl" he was already smirking by the time he kissed you again.

That coil continued to tighten. This was an irreversible decision, this pairing. It could easily cleave you in two.

But this moment as Bodhi began to lower his kisses flowing down the column of your throat, you couldn't bring yourself to give a flying fuck.

[gauloiseblue]

Gauloiseblue's Bookmarks

A/N: Since there's no bookmark system like they had in AO3, I decide to make one on this site. Will update the list from time to time.

COD

Price

[The True Me] by @i-am-hungry-24-7 Useless by @syoddeye Lazy Saturday Mornings by @clementine-thedestroyer Price and Beauty Mark by @ohmygraves Growing older with john price. by @obsessivelullabies Growing older with john price; smut. by @obsessivelullabies Ex-husband price, but the “ex” lays on significantly blurred lines now. by @captainfern Ex Husband!Price by @moongreenlight (A/N: you have NO idea what this fic had done to me) The boys all collectively realize that you are the captain’s favourite by @dante-mightdie weird HC by @theycalledhimastar

Gaz

lavender skies by @yeyinde (A/N: Gaz girlie, please read this I'm begging-) I may love Kyle, but I can totally admit when he acts like a total weirdo (he doesn’t, he’s perfect). by @theycalledhimastar

König

Ex-Lover Konig with runaway reader by @diejager Dog Hybrid König by @comfortless Hades!Konig and Persephone!reader by @comfortless Aroura Borealis by @clementine-thedestroyer Underground Fighter!König X Rich!Reader by @melancholic-thing

Soap

Rugby player soap fucks you after a win by @vanderilnde Pushy ass cbf!johnny and benefit pay by @shotmrmiller Valentine Days with Soap by @killerpancakeburger cbf!johnny as the dog he is by @ghouljams

Ghost

soulmate au with ghost but it's the fucking opposite of rainbows and sunshine by @bi-writes

Poly/HC

Fancy (Vampire! Poly! 141 x Plus size! Fem! Reader) by @swordsandholly 141 80’s Arcade AU by @clementine-thedestroyer TF141 and "can I try your drink?" By @syoddeye (A/N: don't @ me) 141 when they need attention by @void-my-warranty TF141 when you gave him hickey when you're drunk by @gloomwitchwrites

The Arcana

Asra's Love by @bahrtofane Teen Asra and puppy love headcanons by @smoke-and-silver Trip adventures with Asra by @smoke-and-silver Arcana and Weddings (fanarts) by @bastart13

Random/Miscellaneous

A/N: I put all of the Ghost Band stuff here bc I'm not officially into the fandom, but they're so irresistible to read hnggg

THEN // if (then) FINAL PART (Ghoap Comic) Roach's puppy eyes Korangi pt. 1 Korangi pt .2 Korangi (sus) pt. 3 Korangi (even more sus) pt. 4 Ghoap food pt. 1 👍👍 Self-care (Ghoap short comic) Capt Price having a cheeky wank (audio) Barry Sloane thirst trap (maybe) Bare chested Barry- Barry ugly ass poems (i'm horny) Barry Sloane seducing clip ASMR Barry talking ASMR Barry (Price) pt. 2 The band Ghost wildin' Ghost band shenanigan: part 1 The Ghouls + Rut Season (HC) Swiss meets red velvet ‘you’ve got to press it on you.’ (Ghost Band HC) Nameless Ghoul NSFW headcanons Swiss relationship and NSFW headcanons .... yeah I'm normal I swear St. Vincent *heart eyes* Miyazaki's Retirement Declarations (chronologically) Hayao Miyazaki's "Inspirational" Quotes The Hand

Web Weave | Poetry

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe] - Lyudmilla Ignatenko, the wife of deceased firefighter Vasily Ignatenko, Voices from Chernobyl, by Svetlana Alexeivich (transl. Keith Gessen) Robin Wood, “Psychoanalysis of Psycho” | Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook and "The Lady of the House of Love" by Angela Carter This Is Me (Stoker 2013) Rice Paddies Home (What Is Home?) Whenever I see you, I remember AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK? // DEVOTION THAT EATS YOU ALIVE

[th3fam1lyd1ssap01ntm3nt]

I’m now writing fanfics-

Uhh… yeah-

Some genres:

- Fluff

- Angst- (probs my best genre to write in I could get into some deep, depressing ass shite)

- Smut- (I’ll try, I’ve never been amazing at it, would most likely be little short and sweet slivers of smut)

THINGS I WILL NOT WRITE!!

- ANYTHIN P3DO

- ANYTHIN NON-CON

- ANYTHIN SUPER NONREALISTIC TO CANNON STORYLINE, CHARACTER PERSONALITY, ETC.. (UNLESS ITS AN AU OR SOMETHING IF SO, TELL ME)

- ANYTHIN R@C!ST, HOMOPHOBIC, TRANSPHOBIC, ETC… (UNLESS ITS A SMALL EVENT THAT ADDS TO THE STORY)

- ANYTHIN WITH HUGE AGE GAPS (APPLIES TO SMUT)

- ANYTHIN WITH UNDERAGED CHARACTERS (ANY/ALL WILL BE AGED UP IN THE FIC IF UNDERAGED CANNONLY!)

- ANYTHIN REPEATEDLY ASKED (pls only ask once or twice!)

I could write for the following so far!:

• Call of Duty

- Johnny (Soap) Mactavish

Moth Dust: Werewolf! Soap x Moth hybrid! Male reader (WIP!)

- Simon (Ghost) Riley

Puppy Love: Werewolf! Simon (Ghost) Riley x Werewolf! Male reader (not published yet!)

- Captain John Price

- Kyle (Gaz) Gerrick

- König

• The Arcana

- Asra Alnazar

- Nadia Strinava

- Montag (Lucio) Morgasson

(All of The Arcana characters but those are the ones I can REALLLYYY write for)

• Sally Face

- Sal (Sally Face) Fisher

Strange neighbors: Sal Fisher (Sally Face) x Fem! Reader (not published yet!)

- Larry Johnson

- Travis Phelps

(Ask me about anime’s or T.V shows and movies because I’ve seen quite a few)

• Murder Drones

- N

- V

- Uzi

• Resident Evil

-Leon Kennedy

(Gimme ideas pls 🤲🤲)

[beanswrites]

Taking Care Of You ♡︎

this little drabble was requested (or more so forced to request) by the absolute wonderful @bananasharkie, who everyday helps cure my boredom with her ideas. and her love for julian. we love you, sharkie💗

i keep swearing i don't do the arcana anymore and here i am, very much still doing it

pairings: Julian Devorak (from The Arcana) x fem! reader

tags: fluff (like loads of it), comfort, cuddling, taking care of him, suggestive, implied smut, drunkness

summary: you take Julian home after a night of drinkining and take care of him

requests open!! | masterlist | rules for requesting

"Okay, come here, big boy.."

You pull him on the soft duvet of your room, towering over him in worry.

"You finished the water that I gave you?"

Julian nods, a little ashamed and hell of a lot embarassed. He hated that he had put you in a position where you had to take him home, or care for him.

"..'M, sorry.. Sorry, darlin'.." His words are slurred, incoherent - but you can sense the outline of a sencere apology in them.

"For what, Jules?"

"For mak'ng ya' take care 'f me.."

You search the shelfs of your and Asra's shared home, looking for a simple soberity potion to help him with his state.

"It's no trouble, Ilya, really. I don't mind taking care of the man I love. Plus, you know that I worry about your, darling"

His cheeks flame up along with the tips of his pale ears as you hand him the potion. Yet, he also feels immense guilt. It was never his intention to make you worry about his well-being, he never wanted to upset you in any way!

The doctor gulps down the potion in one go, feeling tired, but much better.

"Good?" You ask, gently laying down next to him.

"Yeah, good, uhm- Thank you, MC. Really. I promise it won't happen again, my love, I didn't know where to go and I didn't wanna sleep in my office-"

"C'mere, you big baby." You pull him by his bone-y shoulders and manouver him into your arms. The top of his auburn head is resting on the curve of your chest, your arms tightly around his back and waist. "You know you always have a place to sleep in my arms, right?"

Julian doesn't respond, wallowing in your scent with his eyes closed. He starts pressing shallow kisses on your chin and jaw, almost like silent little "I love you"s. With each passing moment, his kisses travel lower and lower, getting more fiery and passionate with each one. The underside of your neck, your collarbone, you shoulders... All the way down to your stomach, where his long, precise fingers work hard to unbutton your housedress.

"J-Julian? What are you doing?" You manage to stutter out as his kissed get lower and lower....

"Repaying you, doll. You take such good care of me, that I just wanna take care of you too.."

that's all for this one, i hope you like it!! thanks for reading!! and thank you, sharkie, for always handling my boredom perfectlyy🫶🏻

sorry if there are some mistakes, i'm beyond tired rn since it's like 12 am

[derelictlovefool]

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Author: Achilles, he/him & they/them pronouns

Status: Hobbyist, low writing activity

Writing: OC x Canon, Reader Insert, Original Fiction

Requests/Suggestions: Open

note: i'm a full time student so any requests I get will be done when and if I have time and they spark my interest!

Active in regards to fandoms & characters simply means most enthused about and interested in writing, inactive means least interested in writing but still willing if the idea sparks my creativity.

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Far Cry 5 | Supernatural | The Last of Us | Marvel | DC | Doctor Who | Sweeney Todd | The Witcher | Dying Light 2 | Z Nation | Inkheart | Bridgerton | Slashers | Outlast | Resident Evil | Overwatch | Undertale/Deltarune | Ib | TWD Telltale | Motor Crush | The Arcana | Kingsman

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Faith Seed | John Seed | Joseph Seed | Jacob Seed | Sharky Boshaw | Hurk Drubman Jr | Adelaide Drubman | Jerome Jeffries | Mary May Fairgrave | Eli Palmer | Grace Amestrong | Joey Hudson | Staci Pratt

Dean Winchester | Sam Winchester | Castiel | Charlie Bradbury ||| Joel | Tess ||| Wade Wilson | Tony Stark | Pepper Potts | Bucky Barnes | Steve Rodgers | Thor Odinson | Bruce Banner | Natasha Romanoff | Clint Barton ||| Harley Quinn

The Doctor (4, 9-15) | Jack Harkness | Rose Tyler | Donna Noble ||| Sweeney Todd | Mrs Lovett ||| Geralt of Rivera | Jaskier/Dandelion | Yennefer of Vennenberg ||| Hakon | Aiden | Lawan | Frank ||| Alvin Murphy | Roberta Warren | Addison Carver | Cassandra | Sarge | George St Claire

Mo | Dustfinger ||| Penelope Featherington | Benedict Bridgerton | Anthony Bridgerton | Colin Bridgerton | Eloise Bridgerton | Violet Bridgerton | Kate Sharma | Edwina Sharma ||| Jason Voorhees | Michael Myers | Bubba Sawyer | Brahms Heelshire | Thomas Hewitt

Eddie Gluskin ||| Ethan Winters | Karl Heisenberg | Alcina Dimitrescu | Donna Benniviento | Slavator Monreau | Mia Winters | Chris Redfield | Leon Kennedy | Ada Wong | Claire Redfield

Jack Morrison | Gabriel Reyes | Cole Cassidy | Genji Shimada | Hanzo Shimada | Mei ||| Sans | Papyrus | Asgore | Undyne | Mettaton | Queen ||| Gary ||| Calax Gothard | Domino Swift | Lola Del Carmen | Sonoya Vernilion ||| Asra | Nadia | Dorian | Portia | Muriel ||| Merlin/Hamish Mycroft

OC's: David Thorn (Slasher), Z (God Symbiote), Xander (Robot)

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Tropes I enjoy writing:

Variations of the Enemies to Lovers/Friends to Lovers | Childhood Friends | Neighbour across the hall/street | Mutual Pining | Devotion and Obsession | Making each other worse | Making each other better | Romance in Violence | Ride or Die Friends | Royal Guard/Gardener x Royalty | Crime Boss x Bodyguard | Dog Coded x Cat Coded | Fuck Love Triangles Make it Poly | Fake Dating | Meet Cute and more!

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— male/trans/enby/gn!reader (I'm here for the guys and gays)

— oc x canon, oc x oc, canon x canon, reader x canon, reader x oc

— sfw & nsfw

— platonic, queer-platonic, romantic, familial, etc.

— headcannons, one-shots, multi-parts

— AU's, crossovers

— gore, violence, toxic relationships, death/angst

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— fem!reader (There's thousands out there already y'know)

— genderbends

— pregnancy related topics

— self harm topics

— incest, paedophilia, zoophilia, necrophilia and any of that nasty crap

— non-con

— infidelity

— Characters I really don't know or care about </3

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

me trying to lure the arcana fandom over to my page while shaking a little bag of treats that's actually just x reader fics

yes i will write your little fantasies for you

just drop a request 🙏

[asraxfile]

Could you please do minnie? (4,20,29 and 45)

Feathers and Kisses♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

sypnosis pillow fights and affectionate back hugs with Minnie after a long week genre fluff warnings established relationship, kissing scenarios no. 4 pillow fight and no. 20 back hugs and neck kisses dialogues no. 29 "Shut up" "Make me" and no. 45 "Look who's flustered now" word count 0.4k

A/n: Anon tysm for requesting this I hope I made it how you wanted, enjoy reading ^^

A freshly summer night occurred in the city as Minnie and you spent the evening at your apartment. It had been a long week, and both of you were looking for a place to escape all daily life struggles. Minnie with comeback preparations and you with your things too. The living room was shimmering in the soft glow of beige lights, making the vibe even warmer. As you sat on the couch, Minnie came back from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"You know," she began, handing you the bowl, "I've been thinking." she grinned, in a playful way but looking like she was onto something. 

"Uh-oh," you exclaimed, taking a handful of popcorn while reading her expression. "What’re you on to now?" 

Minnie giggled, sitting down beside you. "Oh, it's nothing bad. Just... what if we don’t watch the movie,” she took a pillow and held it next to her mischievous face. “and have a little fun?" Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and before you could ask what she meant, she threw the pillow at you.

"A pillow fight? Seriously?" You laughed, grabbing a pillow in defense.

Minnie grinned. "What? Are you afraid?"

"Shut up," you snapped playfully.

"Make me," she shot back, sticking out her tongue.

Before you knew it, you were both in the middle of a pillow war. Feathers filled the air as pillows exploded at the aggressive throwing at each other, your laughs echoing through the room. You managed to dodge one of Minnie's swings and landed a light punch on her shoulder. In a quick move, Minnie tackled you onto the couch, pinning you down with a proud grin. "Look who's flustered now," she teased, her face inches from yours.

Your heart raced as you felt the warmth of her breath against your skin. "I-I’m not flustered," you stuttered though the pink tint on your cheeks. Minnie laughed softly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Sure, whatever you say." She let go and sat down next to you, catching her breath. "That was fun," she said, her smile widening as she looked over at you. "But I think we made a mess."

You glanced around at the living room, "Oh no!! don’t tell me,  I totally didn’t notice feathers all around”, you teased while grinning at Minnie. 

Minnie playfully rolled her eyes, resting her head on your shoulder. After a moment, she shifted, wrapping her arms around you from behind in a warm back hug. You could feel her breath against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. "You know," she murmured softly, her lips brushing your ear, "I really missed spending time with you like this."

You leaned back into her embrace, feeling her warmth seep into you. "Me too," you whispered back, closing your eyes.

Minnie began to pepper light kisses along your neck, each one sending a tingle through your body. "I love you," she confessed through kisses, her lips barely leaving your skin. You couldn't help but laugh softly, feeling the tension of the week melt away. "I love you too" you replied, tilting your head to give her better access.

She continued her affection, her kisses growing softer and more affectionate. "Promise me we'll have more nights like this," she whispered against your skin. "I promise," you exclaimed, your voice filled with longing. You turned slightly to catch her eye, and she smiled, her eyes full of warmth and love. "Great then," she said, giving you one last kiss on the neck before pulling away from your embrace. "Now let’s clean this up." 

[thebelugawhalefriend]

Welcome to my page!

I write all about...

Undertale

Deltarune

Dangerous Fellows

Stardew Valley

The Arcana

Demon Slayer

Smile For Me

Kung Fu Panda

And more!

This is mainly a fanfiction page, but feel free to stop by and scroll for all the content :)

Requests: Open!

Masterlist

Deltarune

Kris Dreemurr:

Connection: Kris x Reader (Part 1) | (Part 2)

Demon Slayer

----Slayers----

Giyuu Tomioka:

Giyuu x Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

Kyojuro Rengoku:

Kyojuro Rengoku x Reader: Feathers

----Demons---

Muzan Kibutsuji:

Sub!Muzan x Demon!Fem!Reader: Merciful

Stardew Valley

Shane:

Shane x Reader: Better Days

The Arcana

Asra:

Asra x Reader Headcanons (Romantic)

M6:

The Arcana Cast: Favorite Animated Movies

Undertale

Asgore Dreemurr:

Asgore x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Papyrus:

Papyrus x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Punpyrus

Sans:

Sans x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Undyne:

Undyne x Reader Headcanons (Platonic)

Yandere OCs:

Ex Boyfriend x Reader (One) | (Two)

Lesbian Vampire x Reader

Teacher x Reader

Royal Harem x Reader (One) | (Two)

Ghost x Reader

[rodolfoparras]

Bro I was almost done writing my reply and Tumblr decided to be a bitch and reload👹👹👹👹 but YOU'RE RIGHT I AM JULIANS HUSBAND AND HE 10000% HAS THICK CURLY PUBIC HAIR AND A FAT PUSSY🔥🔥🔥🔥 SOMETIMES A FAT USELESS COCK IF I FEEL LIKE IT🔥🔥🔥🔥

and I know it's not good of me but I can not stand headcanons that differ from mine when it comes to Julian😭 like any other character? Idc as long as like it's not a gross/illegal yk? But with Julian I am so feral about him if someone disagrees with me about him I explode😔💔 I'd say I'll work on it but I'm not😭

And yes!!!! Julian and Asras relationship is sooooo interesting, I would love an official route of just them getting their relationship back together😭❤ idk I haven't played since the game got sold to a different company

Also in the ask I sent before this I mentioned Frewin and idk if I said it there but !!! He's actually poly and dating Asra and Julian!!!!

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YOU GOT A HUSBAND WITH A FAT HAIRY PUSSY AND A BIG USELESS COCK GOD YOURE LUCKY SUGAR BEE

I understand what you mean! I used to be like that with my favorite characters but when I stumble upon a trope or hc or anything like that that’s related to my favorite character and that I happen to dislike I just suppress the information or pretend it doesn’t exist genuinely me with any price x fem reader pieces bc that man is gay at this point

I think you did sugar bee but its still a very interesting situation since asra and Julian are practically lovers to exes to enemies to lovers!!

[silkmoon777]

The Arcana: Julian's Route | Chapter 3

!! THIS STORY IS A DETAILED RETELLING OF THE ARCANA, INCLUDING PAID SCENES IN BOTH PROLOGUE AND JULIAN ROUTE. ALL CHARACTERS EXCEPT THE MC ARE PROPERTY OF THE ARCANA FRANCHISE !!

A/N: This is a reupload from my AO3 cause I want to branch out. Enjoy!!

Summary: In a small shop in Vesuvia lives Vivian Caelum, a student of the magical arts who works as a shopkeeper for her tutor, Asra Alnazar. Her name is not known in the streets as her master's is, nor does she have full control over her magic yet. But one night, there's a knock at her door; Vivian is needed at the palace to help Countess Nadia upon her personal wishes. Soon, what she thinks is a small task is something she would never have expected her magic to be used for: Vivian must find Count Lucio's murderer. Will she be able to track down the infamous murderer and finally put the Countess's years of restlessness to ease? Or will the killer captivate her in ways she can't explain? Is she even running after the right man? Something deeper than she thought is happening within her beloved city, and she's about to understand the vastness of the magical realms.

Pairing: Julian Devorak x Fem!Magician Reader

This Chapter Contains: brief mentions/discussion of death

Word Count: 5,478

find the rest of the chapters in my masterlist here :)

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Marble. Everything is marble.

Steep, swooping ceilings cascade into carefully crafted pillars that line the walls. Polished marble floors stretch out infinitely, so glazed that I wouldn’t be surprised if a thin film of water settled overtop. The grand entrance is expansive and towering, ending ahead in a sweeping flight of stairs that meet the second story balustrade. Intricate details are not just found on the pillars, but on the ceiling. Carvings of suns and stars, lush foliage and indecipherable shapes meddle together, each curve and line lovingly chiseled into the stone. 

On either side of the palace doors stand two identical, towering women, their soft bodies draped in solidified silks. Their stone faces are turned skyward, chests puffed and nipples protruding through the portrayed fabric. In the hands closest to the doorway, the hold sceptres that cary flames beneath the halo of a crown, the light regarding wherever their gazes fall. In the other, they brandish longswords, the blades’ tip pointed to the floor. As above, so below.

Evergreen flora and oil paintings decorate the walls. No painting is like the last, but the one that draws my attention stands above the stairs. Painted between two pillars is crowded street scene, where women crowd around a glossy white Frisian horse. It’s snout points downwards and front legs rear, a faint look of distress in its wide eyes. It pulls tight against the red and gold reigns. The women in the foreground wear incredible finery, each dress different from the last. Pouring from their hands are flurries of petals thrown from the hoards they carry in their skirts. Flower crowns weave through their hair. In the background march armoured guards. Everything about the scene is beautiful and carefully crafted, yet there’s a feeling of unease it evokes, all radiating from the man atop the horse.

Golden hair, glassy skin, ice blue eyes. Drowning in gold armour and a thick red cape, Count Lucio mounts the distressed horse. The late count disregards the women who fawn over him with handfuls of flowers, instead tuning his gaze towards the heavens. Even the mercy of a beautiful painting cannot hide the narcissistic touch. Hell, the painting is narcissistic enough. When was the last time a real woman gushed over the cruel count, if not out of naivety?

“Ah, Portia.” A tall, middle-aged servant dashes to Portia’s side. He adjusts a white hat atop thinning brown hair with a crooked smile and a welcoming bow.

"Afternoon, Chamberlain. How are we doing on time?" Portia asks the bright-eyed man.

The servant, Chamberlain, smiles. "The first course will be served shortly. Her ladyship has yet to descend."

Portia heaves a heavy sigh of relief as he retrieves the pomegranate basket from her hands. "Perfect. Tell the kitchen that our guest has arrived."

With another bow, Chamberlain disappears with the fruit basket down one of the many connecting hallways, his stride strong and purposeful. Portia grabs my arm once more and tugs me along with an excited smile. 

"Come. I'll show you to the dining room. Milady will be there soon."

"Dining room?" I echo. “With the countess?"

Portia gives me a look. "You thought we wouldn’t feed  our guest? When we invited her over in the evening?"

"No, it's just I've only spoken with Countess Nadia once. I wasn't expecting her then, but now that I am," I purse my lips. “The courtesies from and for noblewomen are foreign to me.”

As she guides me down the halls, she quietens to consider my worry. "It is like that at first, and trust me I know. My first few weeks as her servant gave me inescapable anxiety, but when you get to know her more, speak to her more... It gets easier with practice."

“I guess you’re right," I answer with half a mind, examining paintings and plants as we go.

She leads me down the end of the cavernous hallway and to a grand mahogany door. She pushes it open and—

—oh my.

Rich scents rush to meet me, unfamiliar and tantalising, before I even cross the threshold. A long table draped in a silky, white cloth inhabits the middle of the room. Laid heavy over the soft fabric are platters covered in the most careful delicacies. Portia takes the lead and pulls back a chair with a gesture to sit. Still in shock, I sit silently, falling into a plush red cushion. I hear a soft giggle behind me; Portia must find my bewilderment humorous.

I barely smile back before a sprawling painting on the opposite wall calls to me. That feeling of unease returns. Wrapped in a frame of gold is the depiction of a meal shared among animal-headed figures. There's a cow with layered gold necklaces and a strapless green dress, a black bull with a nose ring and huge curling horns in red and gold finery, a white dove in a delicate blue dress in front of a black-clad wolf. There's a cheetah, a pig, a lion, an eagle, all standing in the foreground. There's even a horse-headed figure, but there is no skin to be seen; only bones and a silky black mane. To me, the horse appears as Death, which I find strange to see in such a grand painting.

Though...what sits in the middle catches my attention. Central to the painting with palms held out and an array of grapes and dead animals before it is a tall, white goat. With protruding horns, emotionless red eyes, and a halo of gold rays behind its head, it captivates the attention of the beastly people nestled in finery. I shiver at how strikingly lifelike its eyes are. I wonder what Countess Nadia thinks of it if she's decided to display it in her dining room.

"Welcome, Vivian. I see you're admiring the painting."

As if on queue, I hear the countesses voice behind me, as firm and graceful as I remember. She stands at the head of the table, gaze following mine. Her chair appears like the tangled roots and arms of a tree. It’s set in gold, similar to the rest of the chairs and cutlery and decorations adorning the walls. The countess, as tall as she may be, almost appears like a child as she takes her seat.

Today she has her wavy, plum-coloured hair a half-up style, with pearls weaving in and out of sight like silver fish in a pond of wine. There is a modest crown of golden branches holding glistening emeralds above her head. Hugging her elegant figure is a simple purple dress with a low neckline and impossibly long sleeves with slits along the inner arm. Cherry-red lips curl into a placid smile as our eyes meet.

"Do you like it? The painting?" she asks.

I consider lying, telling her I would die to have it for myself, but it seems wrong. “It's uniquely…unsettling.”

"Such honesty. Good to see that you have a backbone." She makes a face as she regards the painting once more. "I must confess that I do not like it either."

"Then why does it remain?" I ask quietly. 

As the countess considers my question, two servants appear. They carry what I assume is the first course of the meal, the starter. In a bowl covered in faint blue floral designs is a potato leak stew. After presenting my cutlery and offering me wine, I thank the servant, who bows with a smile and retreats down the hall. I carefully bring a spoonful. Unsurprisingly, the simplest stew tastes unlike anything I’ve every had.

"Why does it remain? Sentimental value, I suppose. It was one of my husband's favourites," the countess answers simply.

It’s strange to suddenly hear of the count and observe him in paintings after three long years. It irrupts a sudden sense of familiarity as I look back to the goat. Its eyes are so vivid that I can almost feel them returning my gaze.

"A beautiful red..." I murmur aloud. When Nadia’s gaze follows mine once more to land on a pair of beady red eyes, I can't decide if the emotion in her eyes is longing or disgust.

"Ah, yes. It is a beautiful red." When she looks back, that emotion is gone. "The one in the middle is Lucio—or so it's supposed to be. Providing for the people as he saw himself. If anything he certainly knew how to entertain."

The second I finish my soup, it’s whisked away to be replaced by the second course: roasted mushrooms and onion in a drizzle of gravy. Like the previous dish, the portioning is small to allow the array of food. The plate its presented on depicts the same blue patterns.

Nadia continues. "I know how fondly the people of this city remember the Count's Masquerade. Our annual revelry in honour of my husband's birthday...a delight to all of Vesuvia. Did you ever attend?"

I hum in thought. “I...don't recall attending, no.”

“A pity," the countess offers. Her eyes turn dark with remembrance. "Nevertheless, it is a memory now twinged with bitterness... After Lucio was murdered at the last Masquerade."

I nearly choke at how strong her words come and how little sadness I hear in them. Mercifully, I catch myself, swallowing my mouthful with ease.

The countess shakes her head. "Such a terrible shock to the guests. Such a vicious injustice upon this house, to slaughter the host while he celebrates, sharing his joy and properties with open doors."

The Count’s murder is full of holes, muddied by wild rumours and unanswered questions. But the end is always the same: the Count retired to his chambers, and by midnight, he and his chamber were engulfed in flames. The culprit was allegedly captured on the spot, but before he could be brought to justice...he escapes. Vanished into the night.

Since the masquerade, guests to the Palace have been few indeed. I wonder how long after the last visitor I’ve come. Once, all those years ago, the streets leading to the palace were bustling with life and the gates were indefinitely opening, inviting endless nights of party and celebration for the littlest of things. You could explore the streets of Vesuvia at night without rotations of guards doubting your every move. Count Lucio was the talk of the town, a prayer on everyone's lips. Now, everyone is scared to speak his name.

"A tragic story. But you’re grace…" I tilt my head to the side, “what does any of this have to do with me?"

"The Masquerade is precisely why I called you here. This year, I intend to revive and renew its reputation."

Don't stare, don't stare.

But I still do, forgetting the bite of mushroom that I hold inches from my mouth. Portia, who stands behind Countess Nadia, shares my shock. So does every other servant in the room. Three years later, she wants to throw a Masquerade despite its tarnished image? And, most bewildering of all, I have a part to play?

The countess smiles. "The festivities in Lucio's honour will be more fantastical than ever. Music, entertainment, food, no expenses or invites needed to attend so that all of Vesuvia can celebrate. If not for my husband, then just for themselves. There is but one loose end in need of tying."

"And that is...?"

"Lucio's murderer still roams free. To this day he has not met the justice he deserves for committing such a terrible crime.” 

She manages to remain almost entirely indifferent. All that betrays her is a slight quiver in her lip—anger. She’s angry its taken this long to let Lucio rest easy. Her memory of the count may differ, it seems. There are few people who would willingly bring him justice. But, in this moment, that doesn’t bother me. Instead, the wanted posters swim in my head, worn and muddied in time, some still found deep within the streets. The name had escaped me for the longest time, but now it couldn’t be more memorable.

My stomach twists in unease. Doctor Julian Devorak, the man who broke into my home, who I spoke to only last night and saw wandering the markets today. I curse myself for overlooking the familiarity of his name and how easily it came to me.

The countess continues, oblivious to my horror. "Doctor Julian Devorak, my husbands former physician, confessed to the crime when we caught him. But somehow he slipped through my grasp. All that is left is his sentence."

"I've heard a lot of talk about him," I say slowly, "but never an inkling of his sentence. What shall it be, if...you don't mind me asking, my lady."

She raises a brow. "His sentence? Death by hanging, of course."

No more than a second later, a terrible crash echoes through the room. We both turn to see Portia, her face white and stricken with something resembling horror. At her feet are the shards of fine china and ruined deserts. Her wide eyes jump between the two of us. I give her a sympathetic smile that I hope says, it's okay, because I don't blame her.

There's a sick feeling churning in my stomach in response to Countess Nadia's words that Portia must feel. Half of it comes from my fresh and unrealised encounter with Doctor, and the other half comes from his sentence. Hanging… There hasn’t been a hanging in Vesuvia for a long time. The age of public death sentences has been on a come down in many parts of the world. Though merciful, the reasoning is somewhat cruel: people have realised that suffering is more rewarding than a quick death.

But he's a criminal, I remind myself. He killed the count. He broke into your home like the crazed lunatic he is. Think of it as a kinder punishment.

“Portia?" The countess doesn't sound mad, instead concerned.

"F-forgive me, milady," she stammers. "Caught me off guard, is all."

The countess sighs. "You are forgiven."

The few present servants rush to Portia’s aid, stepping away the shattered mess with wind-sprint speed. I watch Portia a moment longer, intrigued by the way her eyes search the floor. She isn’t looking for mess, no… I think she might cry.

I’m quickly distracted by two more servants appearing from the hallway, each carrying dishes Portia had just dropped. They take our empty plates and dirtied cutlery in silence. Before me is an array of bite sized pastries, each decorated in berries, caramelised banana, and a dusting of powdered sugar.

"As I was about to say…” Nadia graciously picks at a pastry with delicate fingers, somehow taking a bite so graceful and perfect that I’m conscious to take my own. “This is where you come in, Vivian. Doctor Devorak has been very elusive. But you have quite the reputation. Rumour has it that you have surpassed even your master, Asra."

Again, I manage not to falter despite the absolute shock. What rumour? Who told her this?

I purse my lips. "I appreciate you coming to find me, my lady. Really, out of all those capable, it bewilders me to know you wanted to find me. But…I’m unsure you have heard right."

She smiles. "Oh, but I did. From some very trusted sources, who have heard from Asra himself that you are a unique specimen. But it will still come down to whether you believe you live up to that standard—which I will let you decide once I have provided you with more detail."

I nod. “I will try, if that pleases you, but I must ask you not to have high hopes.”

"No need." The countess laughs lightly with a shake of her head. "I have enough trust in myself that you are what people say. I’ll let you in on a little secret: I myself have a connection to magic, though not as palpable as yours. Glimpses of the future come to me in dreams. They tell me you are the one who will find Doctor Devorak."

"A clairvoyant, huh?” I lean back, brows raised in disbelief. “Fascinating. I’ve never met someone one before. And don't mind me asking, but what of the doctor if we find him?

“When we find him, we will bring him before the people so that all may see his long-awaited punishment. And so, to commence the festivities, the doctor will die on the gallows for his terrible crime. And once you have brung me my prize, I will reward you with any amount of riches that you desire.”

Riches. Though I pride myself on my humble beginnings and willingness to help anyone in need, I’m only human. Not just any riches, but those I desire. The idea amazes me. I could afford enough food to not worry about the next few weeks, I could afford finery and real jewels, I could even buy a bigger shop for Asra and I, where we have our own spaces, if she’s generous enough. While I hate to be swayed by money, the weight it could lift of my shoulders is too appealing.

The countess rises to her feet. On instinct, I follow suit. When I really take in the magnificence of her, the spectacular dress of flowing material and jewels that must have cost handfuls, I realise how dressed down I must seem, despite wearing the nicest clothes I own.

"Now that I have told you all you need to know, would you like to work alongside me?" she asks.

"Of course." I bow my head. "Anything to finally put you and the rest of Vesuvia at peace."

"Good. Portia?"

Portia jumps at her name. "Yes, milady?”

"Show Vivian to her guest quarters. I imagine she has much to think over before the night is out."

"Right away, milady."

Portia gently takes my elbow and guides me around the chairs, and with a humble bow, whisks me through the doorway. She is quiet as she ushers me through the maze of halls, but it isn't the same silence we shared when walking to the palace. It’s an uncomfortable, heavy silence. For a minute, I endure it, feeling that maybe this has nothing to do with the dining room and she has nothing to say. Despite telling myself, I can't fight the urge to speak.

"Call me crazy, but...maybe the punishment is extreme," I say softly. "There are plenty of convicted murderers in the world, but lots of them aren't sentenced to...death. Just because Count Lucio was well known shouldn't change the Doctors sentence—the count is still as human as anybody I know." Pursing my lips, I add, “Never mind, maybe it was just jarring to hear."

Portia shakes her head. "No, no, I agree. ...Death sounds a tad extreme, but I would never tall m'lady so."

I nod.

We pass a large staircase, veiled in shadows. A draft rushes from above, prickling my skin like a ghostly caress. It almost feels heavy, carrying an ashen smell. Curled up on the bottom stairs are two white, lanky dogs. Around their necks are thick, gold collars. Beady red eyes following us along. Silently, they rise. I stop walking, staring back and gently holding out my hand. The bigger one walks forward, sniffing me. The other follows. Their huffing breathes tickle my skin and eventually, their tails raise and wag.

"Well, I'll never," Portia breathes, eyes curious. "They never take kindly to strangers. It's how they were trained, but...I've never seen them act kindly."

Their slim snouts brush up my sides as the white dogs investigate me further. Satisfied, they draw back, looking at me expectantly. I almost reach out to pet them again, but something in their eyes catches me off guard. Suddenly it’s unsettling. I take a careful step back, giving them plenty of room. They trot proudly back to their spot. 

"They're very strange things, aren't they?” I wonder aloud.

"I agree... Oh! No wonder they're like this, they haven't had their chamomile cakes." She looks between the two dogs, who stay as still as statues. "Wait here, Vivian. And it's probably best to keep your distance. I'll be right back with those cakes."

"Of course."

Portia drags back a panel in the wall and disappears through a servant tunnel. It shuts behind her with a heavy thunk and I'm left alone in the halls with the dogs. There's a nudge at my side as one of the dogs sniff my side again. When I look down, it pulls away and stares again.

There's another nudge at my other side—the smaller one taking in huffing samples of my sent. I whirl around to watch it mirror the bigger one's actions. It sits back on its haunches, giving me a look of innocence. I laugh. Cheeky. But as I share its jovial gaze, that unsettling sensation returns, rippling beneath my skin like a wave of fever.

"A guest?"

I step back from the dogs, looking around the hall expecting to see a servant or another visitor. Anyone, really, but I’m still alone.

"Intriguing..."

The voice doesn’t come from down here, no. I follow the dog's gaze to the top of the stairs, where the voice spoke. No one is to be seen, shrouded by the gloom atop the staircase. I jump when I feel yanking at the hem of my skirt; the dogs have taken a mouthful of white linen into their jaws. Their grip is and stubbornly strong.

"Hey, drop it," I warn.

They don't comply, pulling me towards, only letting me go when we've reached the top. I’m met with a hallway identical to the one below, but the intricate chandeliers are unlit. There's an eerie aura in the air, that both pulls me in and begs for me to leave. The smell of ash is overwhelming. I cough, feeling my throat and lungs sting. With one hand over my nose and mouth, I summon a ball of light in my other. I’m alone again. The dogs have disappeared. 

There is a grand door ahead, partway open. Inside is a deeper darkness that my light cannot pierce. I should go back. Portia could be arriving at any moment with those cakes. But that door...

Portia can wait.

The magic in my hand flutters to a glow as I step into the dark. I frown, focusing my mind on the small ball of light. No matter how hard I try, it remains dim, as if something unseen is snuffing out my magic. 

Despite the coldness of the corridor outside, the room I step into is warm. Uncomfortably warm. The air, however, is strangely thick and tastes strongly of pepper. Nevermind that though...

Once my eyes have adjusted to the dim light, I take in the bedroom before me. A heavily canopied bed stretches midway across the room, the sheets neatly done up. I step further into the threshold, passing a suit of extravagant, gold armour. A wooden writing desk sits to my left. Its surface is scattered with neat piles of paper and books and a white feather pen.

Everything looks lived in. Well, if not for the ash.

The curtains, bedspread, and canopy sheets are in shreds, charred and limp. Everything has been touched by fire. Horror coils in my gut. This is the infamous room, the quarters of Count Lucio that set the scene for his demise on the night of his birthday. 

A shiver chases down my spine. I shouldn't be in here, but there’s morbid curiosity the accompanies the unease. Who else can say that they've witnessed this mess?

My attention is caught by a portrait on the wall, twice my height. For the third time this evening, I examine a painting of Count Lucio. Either this portrait is old or he looked younger than I remember because the gleam captured in his eyes and the youthful face takes me by surprise. Or perhaps the artist was catering to his vanity. The count is painted before a mountain range, with one silver-booted foot on a rock. He's wearing cream-coloured pants and a scarlet suit jacket threaded with gold designs. Hanging from his broad, straight shoulders is a long fur coat lined with a red matching his jacket. I lean closer—

"Go on. Touch it."

My heart skips to my throat and I draw back, guilty. I’ve been caught…but by who? I’m still alone in this sad, empty room. From my guilt sprouts fear. I almost call out to the voice when a miasma of thick, scorching air shoves my hand against the portrait. The skin on my wrist burns and I cry out in alarm. A snickering fills my ears as a haze settles over my mind.

"Nothing like the real thing, seeing...unable to feel. Such sweet torture."

My magic reacts to the invisible threat, the light seeping from between my palm and the canvas and down my hand. With a burst of force, the light explodes outwards, pushing the mass away and seeping into my tattoos. The strange sensation subsides in kind, the voice growing fainter, even wistful.

"Ahh...interesting," the disembodied voice murmurs. “There, in your energy… Ohh, it’s him. Could you be…?”

I subconsciously take a step backwards, face horror-stricken. Either someone finds it funny to play with me like this, or this room is...alive. My magic buzzes in reaction to something unholy hiding in the shadows. Soft material brushes against my legs and I fall through the folds of dust-covered fabric covering the bed. Great plumes of dust and ash billow through the air as my back hits the duvet of Count Lucio’s bed. I lay where he once did, where he was incinerated. Ash stings my eyes, fills my nose and mouth with a terrible taste. A sick feeling turns my stomach and I clamp a hand over my in my struggle to escape the bed. This was a mistake.

"Going so soon?" the voice coos. "You're no fun."

"What are you? Why are you talking to me?" I demand, eyes darting between the shadows. "What do you want?"

"What do I want? What do I want?"

The echo of my question ends in a deathly snarl. I freeze, feeling the sensation of something reaching for my back. Abruptly, the temperature drops and the feeling disappears. I let out a breath I never knew I was holding. The air from my lips turning to mist. I dare not look as something moves.

"Chains of gold, but no neck. Beautiful, beautiful furs, but no back. No perfect face, no perfect body. I have nothing I want."

My breathing is no longer mist in the air. My skin is no longer chilled by the dropping temperature. All at once, the room feels normal. When there is nothing but silence as the voice fades, I aim for the door. Breaking into a run, I dash down the hall, my mind racing. Could that have been... No. The portraits lining the wall watch me run with cold, aristocratic stares.

"Come back... Come back..."

Don't listen, the voice in my head reasons. And I shouldn't, but against all good sense, I still look back.

I only see it for a moment; a silhouette, stark against a wall of high windows frosted with smoke. Claws, horns, and hoofs like onyx—that's what I see first. Second comes the white face of a goat staring back at me, glowing red eyes fixed gleefully on mine.

Then I blink.

It’s gone.

But I don't stop. If anything, my legs move faster. By the time I've stumbled down the stairs, Portia is back, confusion on her face at my sudden appearance.

"There you are!"

She stares at me, taking in the dishevelment of my appearance: ash covering me from head to toe, the mess my hair has become. I wonder how white my face is.

Her eyebrows lower. "What...why are you covered in ash? Oh, what did those naughty dogs do to you?"

"Oh, nothing,” I lie breathlessly. “They wanted to play a game of chase and I couldn't help it. But we had a little... accident."

"Those two." She shakes her head. "They won't cease to confuse me. They must really like you. Would you mind if I fixed you up a tad?"

I sigh. "Please."

She gestures for me to sit on the stairs. After helping me to brush the dust from my clothes, she takes a seat behind me and takes my hair in her hands. With a motherly touch, she undoes the mess my braid has become, gently combing her fingers through the tangles. 

"You have such lovely hair," she murmurs. "And may I ask why your tattoos are glowing?”

The dainty, identical patterns stretching from my elbow to my fingertips, otherwise inked in black, glow a soft white. 

I look down at my left hand. Inked on it are black and white snakes that intertwine, weaving around my wrist and through my fingers. Instead of the plain colours they normally are, they glow a soft white. Similarly, the rest glow. The sun on my sternum, the snake and moon phases down my spine, the stretch of stars along my collarbone… I can feel each line on my body radiate a comfortable heat.

"Oh, I don't really know,” I answer. “There’s special ink, no special designs. Asra thinks that maybe it's because my magic is so restless that it’s constantly in search of an outlet."

“Fascinating.” Portia pulls my hair into a fresh braid. "I hear a lot of whispers that you are not what you seem. What the countess says about you surpassing even your own master is what I've heard myself. But what you said to m’lady…"

"You want the truth?"

"Yes."

"Well...I don't know."

She pauses. "What do you mean?"

"I grew up unable to learn magic," I say after a moment. "My parents restricted a lot of my life, and even mentioning magic was punishable. I ran away from home and spent a few hard years on my own. Eventually, Asra found me and offered to take me in. After a year he told me he sensed something budding, but I didn’t believe him. It felt too late in life to connect with magic. Until one night, I was running an errand late in the evening for Asra with my coin push stupidly on display, and a thief noticed.”

"...What happened?"

I purse my lips. Only Asra has ever known this—not that I’ve had other friends to tell. To repeat it to Portia now, after so long, feels strange. 

"Looking at me, he of course thought that I was an easy target. So he pulled me into an alley and drew a knife on me and threatened to take my life if I didn't comply. I was so frightened, so still and in shock that I didn't give the money. Eventually, he tired of me and raised the knife to swing. Then out of nowhere, this burst of magic shot from me as I tried shielding myself. It hit him square in the chest. His body went flying."

"What happened to him?"

"I have no idea. I just hope I didn't kill him."

With a twist of a hairband, Portia finishes the braid and gives my shoulders a squeeze. "You did what you had to do. Now come along. I think you need a little rest."

Almost forgetting what I saw upstairs, I nod and smile, letting her take my hand and lead me to my room. Thankfully, it isn't far. We take one last corner and approach another door that is as grand as the rest. She pushes it open to reveal a room so big I wonder if I could fit the shop inside.

Portia grins. "Here we are. This will be your quarters, Vivian."

"...Oh my.” Gilded walls, a huge bed, velvet pillows and couches… “This is amazing.”

"You may put your things wherever you like. Breakfast is at sunrise, and don't worry about oversleeping. I will be here to wake you."

Overwhelmed, I pull Portia into a tight hug, which takes her by surprise. Though, she doesn't hesitate to wrap her arms back around me with a squeeze. She smells of spring air, with the sweet hint of cherry blossoms.

"Thank you," I whisper. "And if you happen to see Countess Nadia again before tomorrow, tell her I won't fail her."

"Of course, and you're most welcome." She pulls back. "Now sleep well. Your job starts tomorrow."

Gently she closes to door. I drop my bag on the bed and change into a silk slip. Sliding underneath the thick covers, I feel my fatigue hit me like a wave. But I do not sleep for a long time.

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Breaks and Bruises

Summary: During a lesson on hand to hand combat, the reader receives a little more of a kicking than she bargained for, Bodhi is pissed to find her injured, having not admitted feeling for her he struggles to grasp with his panic for her safety.

Pairing : Bodhi Durran X Fem!Reader

Word count: unchecked.

Warning : swearing, angst, Bodhi losing his shit at Xaden, suggestive content towards the end, sexual tension,

Part 2

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You stood watching from the side, the mats in the middle of the room filled with bodies that danced around one another, matching hit for hit.

Xaden Riorson circled around the room, he was your Wingleader and one of the few third years present right now as almost the whole of second and first years were here sparring one another. Un unorthodox training session he had planned.

You observed from beside another group of first years all of you picking up ever snippet of information you could from the second years that fought before you.

Fighting stances, patterns, strikes. The older students did well, their bodies toned to become weapons bred for war.

You could be like that too, if you actually practised. The clipped tone of your dragon, Asralethia sided into your thoughts.

You should have put your shields up against Asra as Bodhi has taught you, but watching the other students bodies move in tandem to one another was a dance to be observed and respected. One which you just couldn't seem to look away from.

You have known Bodhi for years, and since arriving at Basgiath, bonding with Asra and surviving towards the end of your first year. You had managed to settle back into the relaxed nature of your friendship.

Not that you could just call it that. The older you both seemed to get the more you seemed to notice just how... Well how much you, desire Bodhi to be more then your friend.

Not that those thoughts had ever been shared beyond your own mind. Apprehension always got the better of you.

Perhaps if he-

You're always thinking about this boy, Focus girl. Asra's voice in your head brought you halting back into your own body once more. Present just as the girl in the mat before you flipped her opponent straight onto his back, his chest racked upwards as he tried to gulp air back into his lungs.

Get out of my head. You could sense Asra's snarl of disapproval rippled through the bond you both shared,

Get on one of those mats and I will. Your dragon's words were final and she seemed to build up her side of your shield.

When the guy on the mat at your front slapped a hand onto the padding beneath him, you tried to avoid Xaden's gaze.

He must have noticed you trying to slip away,

"Y/n you're up next, to the mat now"

You cast a scathing look towards him, Bastard. Xaden's answering smirk was an indicator that he knew exactly of your current thoughts. And found amusement within them.

You would have taken the chance to flip him off but the girl on the mat began to bounce on the balls of her feet, preparing herself as she looked you over once.

You didn't know her name, didn't know anything about her beyond her position as a third year, one of the few to attend this sparring today. She had made mince of the second year boy before you.

Stepping closer, you planted a foot into the circle, shifting to keep the space between your bodies for now, anticipating her movement.

When she didn't immediately swing for you, you feigned to the right, it did little more then rendering your own balance off centre.

Eyeballing from the side she waited for you to right yourself before moving, it was a tactic you should have foresaw and would have had you more time to prepare yourself.

Her balled fist collided with the side of her face, knuckles cracking into the bone of your cheek.

With shock you had little time to release yourself when she gripped your shoulders. Holding you in place as she brought her knees driving upwards into the line of your chest.

Even with the blood roaring in your ears you couldn't miss the sound of the surrounding group when they hissed in unison of your legs giving out under you. The collapse jolting you to your very senses.

Tensing the muscles in your legs, lower back and ass you spun on the mat using your opposite foot to push. Kicking for the girls feet.

Your shin connected with her calf, sending her to back flat land harshly against the surface of the mat. The air whoosing from her lungs with audible affect.

You danced away from her frame, the edge of the padding stopping you from backing up any further, you couldn't be pushed off. It never looked good, for anyone.

Xaden was circling the mats, keeping a close eye on where the two of you were sparring. The girl launched up from the ground, having caught her breath.

You knew she would come at you fast and hard but hadn't expected her to full on tackle you to the ground, trying to dodge it by stepping to the side, you only succeeded in putting yourself in an awkward position. When she collided with you, her shoulder had driven itself directly into your ribs,

Pain bloomed there but you hadn't any time to recover as you both went rolling to the floor.

With the weight of both your bodies you landed hard, the noise seemed to draw in more attention around the room. Other mats slowing to watch as this girl handed your ass to you on a plate.

It was a pathetic attempt to dislodge her from the position she had on you, straddling your torso she pinned your arms down one by one with her knees.

"Marked bastard" she leaned closer to spit the words in your face, her eyes narrowing on the relic swirling around your collar bone that rooted up from your arm.

Desperate to free yourself when she landed the first punch on your face. You could feel the warm rush of blood spilling from beneath the bone of your cheek.

Pushing all the effort you could into willing your muscles to work you drove your heel closer to your ass as much as you could, using the leverage it gave you to thrush your hips upwards.

Her face and upper body came flying towards your own, thrown off her own balance. You heard her curse as she tried to catch herself. Twisting your hips beneath her you used this moment to wiggle out from her grip turning to get upright.

She grabbed for you and despite you launching yourself out the way you felt her hand wrap around your forearm.

She jerked your arm back towards her before sharply twisting it. You screamed out as the muscles stretched to their limit,

Even with him across the room, you watched Xaden spin at the sound, wide steps eating up the space to come back to your mat.

"Cassandra!" His voice boomed but the girl didn't seemed to hear him, instead twisting hard on your arm.

The joint was screaming in protest, you tried to wiggle from her grasp, push against her but even the littlest of movements made you blanch with pain; white hot pain that send your vision rolling.

Somewhere in that time you had begun pleading with her to let go but still she refused to release you, Xaden was nearing the mat now, shadows swirling.

The pain only continues to build, until finally something gave way.

Something in your arm and shoulder ripped free and popped.

Cassandra dropped you in shock as she heard the audible sound that came from your joint, her eyes widening in surprise.

You had begun screaming at the pain that increased ten fold. You were aware of Asra speaking in your head but when you couldn't utter a response her end of the bond fell silent.

You ungracefully landed on the mat, good hand holding your injured shoulder. Breathing was becoming painful as you ribs which were clearly broken ached with even the smallest of movements.

You were struggling to see as the pain took everything, taking over every sense.

You would have cried out in pain when your whole body slumped forwards, giving your consciousness over to darkness.

- ❈ -

The pain was a dull ache, like a headache building behind your eyes. With the safety of darkness still blanketing your vision you could focus on the pain. Your face, shoulder and ribs, it had slowed the pain not as aggressive. Only when your blood pulsed did you shift in discomfort.

Still with your eyes closed you could only detect the noise of someone else moving when you did, someone sitting beside the bed.

"Y/n?" Heat bloomed in your core, you knew that voice anywhere. Peeling your eyes open and blinking to focus your vision.

Bodhi was up out the chair and beside you in seconds. He went to reach for your hand before stopping himself, expression shifting across the shadows on his face.

"I thought you said you weren't fighting today?" You could detect the concern in his tone, but he hadn't been there. Bodhi was supposed to have other duties to attend to today.

As though he spied your thoughts,

"Asra came to find Cuir when you stopped responding, she was worried about you" his face was clearly saying he too was worried.

He pinned you with his gaze, "What happened? I thought the first years were watching for today sparring tomorrow"

You nodded around the pain in your head that seemed to tether to the top of your spine.

"I thought I was doing alright considering she was third year. And -" you paused remember the words she had spat at you moments before she dislocated your shoulder.

Your hesitation only seemed to snag at Bodhi's attention, he brushed a knuckle across the top of your hand. Warmth coiled on the skin there.

Tell him. The tone of Asra's voice in your head left little room for debate. Even if you could detect the small degree of concern.

"She called me a 'marked bastard' while we were on the mats"

Bodhi sat up a little straighter. Out of many of the marked ones you always tried to be friendly to everyone despite their views on your group. It only seemed to anger him more at the thought.

"Who the fuck even let you on that mat?" He angrily drove his fingers through the dark curls on his hair. You would have got distracted by it if his expression hadn't shifted with utter rage.

"Y/n, who was it?"

The air lodged itself in your throat, you would hate to be the one that caused a fight between the cousins, despite their usual spats of disagreements. With the expression on Bodhi's face you could tell this wouldn't be like their usual arguments.

"Y/n-"

"Xaden."

You could see every inch of Bodhi go stiff. Eyes glazing over in thought, he was communicating with Cuir and you knew it.

Asra, where is Xaden do you know? You hesitantly asked,

The wingleader is on the flight field, she cuts her words off with a little more bite at the mention of Xaden.

Bodhi rose up from the chair and did something he hadn't done since you both were kids, without thinking and leaning closer Bodhi pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Bodhi-" the sudden act, stunned you silent.

"I'll be back shortly" he didn't say anything else before turning and walking out of the room.

You tried to push yourself up off the bed with one arm, but every muscle in your torso and spine rippled and screamed in protest.

Asra can you make sure they don't kill each other?. You let her hear the pleading in your tone.

I will keep your one safe. No promises for the Wing leader. It was clear to see exactly where she now stands with Xaden after he put you on that mat.

You couldn't only hope they didn't kill one another.

- ❈ -

Xaden had been hiding from his cousin on the flight field, he knew where Bodhi stood with his feelings on Y/n and he had no real reason as to why he put her on that mat. It was a mistake he shouldn't have made.

Bodhi was ignoring Cuir's encouragement as he strides onto the flight field passing the group from First Wing.

His tunnel vision was focused on the familiar figure near the centre of the field.

Speeding up his pacing, Bodhi reeled all his emotions as he drove back his arm. Xaden only turned quick enough to catch a quick glance of his cousin's fist before it collided with the side of his jaw.

He was sent rocking back as Bodhi scowled down at his cousin, going to forward another punch Bodhi swore out loud as Garrick intercepted and pulled him back.

"Get off me!" Garrick refused to let off, keeping his grip on Bodhi, the older boy had size on him and Bodhi would be stupid to swing for Garrick just to release himself.

There was a boom as two dragons landed nearby, a green and blue. Cuir and Asra. Y/n was probably keeping tabs by communicating through Asra. The blue watching every movement with a lethal precision.

Bodhi finally lifted both hands, palms wide in surrender. Garrick stalled a second before finally releasing him.

Xaden was rubbing at the bruise already blooming like blood along the bone. He wiggled his jaws, face contorting in discomfort.

Bodhi couldn't bring himself to care if it hurt. Xaden had put you on that mat. Couldn't think beyond the reasoning that you were hurt due to that fact.

"What the fuck Xaden?" He didn't need to elaborate further.

"I have no real reason for putting her on that mat" Xaden's head hung a little,

Bodhi looked ready to swing again, Garrick shuffled on his feet, arms folded across his chest firmly. A muscle built barrier to keep the cousins from ripping into each other.

"That's bullshit" Bodhi wouldn't even attempt to hide the anger in his voice, not when he knew both older boys knew his feelings towards you.

"I'm so-"

Bodhi scoffed shaking his head, "Don't even try to apologise. That girl called Y/n a marked bastard."

Bodhi knew it would anger them as much as it had him. You felt things more deeply then other marked ones, who's brash nature tended to defend themselves against petty name-calling. It always ate away at you.

Bodhi knew he was right as Xaden shifted, dropping his hand away from his face when Garrick shot him a gruff look.

The girl is trying to leave the room.

Bodhi glanced across to watch Cuir, his dragon shifted on her front legs, Asra beside her still watching with eyes narrowing in on Xaden, If Sgaeyl wasn't relaxed in the dried grass meter from Riorson, Bodhi might have expected Asra to bite Xaden's head off his shoulders simply from the way she watched him.

"I have to get back to Y/n." he stalked closer a step, Garrick seemed to let him take those inches closer,

"I don't care if you're my family or a Wingleader, You ever pull that shit again and I'll gut you where you stand."

Despite the weight of his words, Bodhi couldn't seem to bring himself to care what strain they put on his relationship with Xaden. Family or no, Wingleader or no. He shouldn't have put you on a fighting mat with a third year with way more experience than you. The resurfacing of those thought simply made his blood boil more.

Asra says the girl has made it to the hallway. Cuir still sounded as relaxed as ever,

Xaden seemed to nod in silent agreement, not reaching to stop Bodhi as he finally turned to leave. Garrick offered the younger boy a quipped smile before he turned towards his own dragon, which landed onto the flight field behind him.

Bodhi had begun walking back towards the building,

Where is she now? he asked of Cuir, knowing Asra would still be within communication reach.

Half way down the hall, her body is weakened. Do something. Cuir was clearly being edge on by your dragon, A demand most likely coming straight from Asra herself. Bodhi should have known you might have tried to come after him, if only to stop him from killing his own cousin.

I'm going. Cuir only seemed to chuff in his head,

Bounding back up the stairwell towards the dormitory, Bodhi slowed sensing you around the corner, funnily enough when he rounded the hallway he spotted you.

One arm brushing the wall for support, the other despite the sling it hung in, a hand was holding your side. The rib beneath screaming in protest of your movements and apparently your breathing as well. It was infuriating.

Bodhi shook off his anger with Xaden for now, you hadn't seemed to notice his approach yet. Stopping for a breather as your head swirled.

"You shouldn't be out of bed yet."

You glanced up at Bodhi, relieved to see him unharmed. You shouldn't have jerked your head up so suddenly, not ready for the sudden rush the blood would cause.

Your hand against the cool stone was the only thing tethering you, squeezing your eyes shut with a hiss of breath breaking through your clenches teeth you were vaguely aware of your body swaying.

"Y/n?" his voice was softer then usual, and closer then he had been moments before. Peeling both eyes open slowly, you could see the worry etched onto Bodhi's expression. His warm palms brushed your hip to limit the amount of swaying you did. Holding you in place, it was an effort to not gawk down at his hands.

You would have picked fun of him had you not believed you might pass out any second,

"Can you... Help me get back?" you pointed a finger behind you, in the direction of your dorm room.

"Of course."

You had been expecting him to loop your good arm over his shoulder and help you pathetically limp back down the hall. You hadn't mentally prepared yourself for him to wrap his arms around you, lifting you up off the ground.

You squeaked in surprise, Bodhi stiffens and you felt ever muscles along his chest and torso ripple with immediate affect.

"Sorry I didn't think... D-did I hurt you?"

There was a nervousness lining every edge of his body, It was an unusual characteristic for Bodhi. Even when he blinked down at you in worry, you struggled to push your words past the nervous lump forming in your throat.

"...no."

Bodhi very carefully adjusted his grip on you, the arm supporting your back pulling you closer into his chest, The one tucked under your knees tightened to keep your body as level as possible.

His warmth was encompassing your own, mixing to solidify the fact Bodhi Durran was now carrying you back to your room. Where he was going to lie you down on your bed, The thoughts that swirled your mind seemed to dull the ache of the injuries littering your body.

The bumps and bruises lost as you glanced up to watched him. The words stalled in you once more, as you became oddly aware of the tone muscles beneath his shirt. Your clothes being the only thing separating your hot skin from that direct contact you found yourself craving more and more.

"Is-" you swallowed hard, Bodhi continued walking slowing to let a couple other first years walk past. They eyed you up but said nothing, continuing on.

Bodhi glanced down at you, that usual unwavering confidence masking the nervousness that still clung to him like smoke.

"Is Xaden... Dead?" you couldn't help the hesitation in you. It hadn't been your intention for the two to fight.

Asra had filled you in on snippets of what was happening, but when you asked for the outcome she had fallen conveniently silent. The voices in your head convinced you it was your concern for the wing as a whole if Xaden were absent instead of Bodhi's personal welfare if he went head to head with the Wingleader that had you fighting the pain to leave your bed.

"He will live." Bodhi fought to bite back the word. 'Unfortunately', fearful it may give him away.

You nodded softly, hissing when the blood rush up the back of your head. The sound of your discomfort made him slow and pull you closer to him.

"Almost there." His voice had gone softer once more. As he rounded to the final edge of the hall. Slowing at your door he turned to push it with his back. It swung open, Moving inside he kicked it shut.

You glanced across. Noticing the much nicer interior,

"This isn't my room."

Bodhi moved across to the bigger bed,

"That's because it's mine."

Despite being friends long before every coming to Basgiath, you had never seen the inside of his room, never allowed yourself to get that close. Perhaps in fear of meeting another female inside or retreating our from within the dorm room.

When you went to question him, Bodhi smiles, rounding the edge of the chair

"My bed is far comfier," as if to prove his point, He began lowering you gently, the top sheet met your body first and the mattress under that sunk and molded to the lines of your body was utter bliss lifting your weight from the pressure of your injuries.

A moan of pleasure escaped you, one which you hadn't mean to release and Bodhi froze easing you onto the bed. As horror overtook you.

You had moaned right into his ear.

His face was inches from you, as he unraveled his arms from behind you.

"I know my bed was comfy, but didn't expect it to entice such sounds from you."

You face and body heated and you would have blamed it on the injuries and bruises around you, but the heat that built in your core you couldn't deny it.

Bodhi chuckled lightly, easing himself to sit away from you on the bed.

"I'm going to start accompanying you to sparring practise." That nervousness seemed to have eased away being replaced by something more you couldn't place.

"I could have taken on anyone else." The words were for yourself and him, unwilling to believe you had let yourself and your squad down with your weakness on the mats.

"Xaden shouldn't of had you fighting. Don't worry, It won't happen again." the utter conviction in his tone, it's unbreaking truth, shot shivers up your arm.

Bodhi gave you one final smile, easing up he places a soft kiss to your brow, the air stuttered out of you. You clamped your mouth shut to hide it. Sparing yourself anymore embarrassment for today.

"Get some rest Y/n."

You eased down as he began to move towards the door,

"Wait-"

Bodhi froze, glancing at you from over the curve of his muscled shoulder.

"Where will you sleep? I can't just take your bed"

Bodhi seemed to take a second,

"I'm fine with the chair for a few nights. You need the bed more."

And with those final words, Bodhi gripped the door, knuckles white as if leaving you in this room was a challenge. Nodding once he slipped out.

You sighed settling down into the bed. Letting the silence to calm the roaring he had enticed in your blood, setting it alight.

Outside the door Bodhi exhaled deeply,

When you had made that sound in his ear he had fought all restraint to keep himself from clinging to you for longer, it had taken all his fraying self restrain to leave that room.

Every inch of his skin felt tight with an invisible tension.

"Fine with the chair. Really?"

Bodhi settled his stare to glare at Garrick. The smirking bastard had his relaxed form leant against the opposite hallway wall. Brow raised in amusment.

Bodhi made his way towards him, passing Garrick who began making kissing sounds behind him.

Bodhi tried to hide his own amusement, playfully shoving Garrick's shoulder, as he followed him down the hall.

"Damn man, you're pussy whipped."

"Fuck off"

Garrick's bellowing laugh echoed down the hall.

Despite his defence of it all, Bodhi couldn't deny his friends teasing, he was well and truly fucked because if today's incident had taught him anything it was that he had fallen for you and he had fallen for you hard.

And as Bodhi went in search of Xaden, he couldn't find any part him that was unhappy by the situation.

Not one bit.

[kr120]

I'm almost there!

Writing the 9th chapter and probably will end it on the 11th or 12th chapter!! Then editing/ might re edit

But I'm so hyped and actually afraid, I haven't been writing for so long but this inspiration didn't stop and actually wrote the 1st 3 chapters in one night (pulled it through till 3 am)

Not to mention this is my 1st fanfic ever!!!

Anyways, I really hope I wrote it good

Personally, for someone who's writing after a decade or so, it's pretty good but I'll let you judge later when I publish it on my wattpad

Also, this fanfic was inspired from @beanswrites which I can't be thankful enough for her (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+

I wanted to finish it all at once for many reasons, the biggest one is to not regret :D

So...

Till then, hope you leave me some encouraging comments (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)