#being the side character in your own life gets a bit boring from time to time
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The fact that I'm genuinely considering going to a triple feature in march which will go for six hours just because they're showing the back to the future trilogy and I have never watched those movies and I yearn for stories to tell says something about me I'm sure but I'm not quite sure what. I'm not even sure if I want to know what.
#incredibly 80s row of movies I've seen the first few minutes of the first one and I'd have kept watching if it wasn't christmas 2020#and I wasn't a young innocent kid that hadn't a care in the world left for films that weren't. idk how to train your dragon or some anime#that makes it sound like I am very young I am but I was a teenager already at that point I was decidely already in the time of teenagerhood#it's 20⏠for three movies#thats actually a decently priced offer you know? 7⏠per film should be standard#I'm saving a solid 16⏠with that dwal#the question is are those movies really worth it?#methinks not really but just think about it! i could have something to tell#being the side character in your own life gets a bit boring from time to time#it's still just one of those whatifisms but it's something to consider#i don't do a lot with my life anyways it's good to go outside and do something with the thing you know?
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SAFETY IN IGNORANCE.
Yandere! Prince! Gojo X fem! Isekai! Maid! Reader
SUMMARY: Youâve been transmigrated to the world of an otome game, taking the place of one of Prince Satoru's personal attendants, a measly side character with no name or relevance to the story.
As it turns out, life in the castle isn't so bad, and the certainty of food and shelter is welcome when finding a way home isn't ever guaranteed. Besides, your boss isn't as insufferable as you thought he would be. It could be worse. Isn't it nice, knowing you're safe?
WORD COUNT: 7.4k words (đź)
CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNINGS: NONCON (no intercourse), somnophilia, mentions of past s/a, mild yandere behavior (if you squint?), mild derealization, AU setting.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: please be aware my writing is quite rusty!! this is the first piece of writing that i finish IN YEARS and it's a fucking jjk darkfic. sigh. writing smutty scenes is also so awkward lmao, forgive me if it sucks severely. at least i hope you enjoy this little fucked up fic in have cooked up. it's hot and ready to be consumed! (àč>ŰâąÌàč)
-> MINORS DNI !
âTALES OF SPELLBINDING LOVE is a visual novel that takes place in a fantastical setting, where you can find your happily ever after with the character of your choice.â
It's been years â in this world, at least â but you still remember every word skimmed with dry, irritated eyes, as you stared at a bright screen, surrounded by the darkness of your own bedroom. It was another restless night among many, spent watching YouTube videos and reading pirated manga in questionable website, sipping on valerian tea.
So, like any other night, your adblocker dutifully served its purpose, shielding your browser from annoying, abusive, virulent ads.
Except for one.
âEnter the enchanting world of TALES OF SPELLBINDING LOVE through SARA, a kind-hearted peasant, as she meets all sorts of swoon-worthy suitors!â
You should have closed the page, sketchy as it was, but it had piqued your interest. It was a Friday night. You were sleepless. It was past midnight, tossing and turning in bed had done little to welcome slumber. Your home was tidy and organized from insomniac hours from nights before. You were bored.
âPlay with a cast of handsome men, make the right choices and uncover exciting secret routes...â
Nothing about the web design told you the game was anything but a harmless dating simulator for an adult audience. Maybe it was the pastel color-scheme, with soft pinks, yellows, blues, purples and greens, or the elegant cursive font and colorful flowers adorning the page. In fact, other than the initial synopsis, there wasn't much to look at. No content warnings, nothing about the capture targets or the heroine you were supposed to be playing as, not even the usual information on how many endings or CGs you could get.
At the bottom of the page, âENTER.â and âLEAVE?â buttons waited for a decision.
Maybe... you could give it a try? Hopefully it would entertain you until your eyelids finally grew heavy, allowing you to drift off before sunshine seeped through your window signaling dawn had arrived.
You clicked âENTER.â.
... And here you are now, mending Prince Satoru's shirt before another hunting trip.
It's been ten years since you've come to this world. Your own body replaced that of a nameless background character with no narrative purpose, allowing you to exist as yourself in this entirely alien reality. You're not sure how much time has passed in your original world, whether you've been dead for a decade or simply unconscious for a couple of minutes, and you haven't gotten any closer to finding out.
You sigh, weary, looking down at the flax linen shirt laid over your lap, needle in hand. Simple, at first glance, a bit worn, but a nice piece of garment not everyone could afford to have in their wardrobe. One of its puffed sleeves now torn at the shoulder lining, an unfortunate result of it being caught by a tree branch during horse-riding. Nothing you couldnât fix, however, skilled as youâd become over the years.
Ten years in this world.
Ten years working as Prince Satoruâs personal maid.
You got rewarded for that.
The luxurious pearl necklace that became a part of your distinguished blue uniform, accompanied by a gold pendant encrusted with gemstones shaped like the Gojoâs family crest. It was an honor given to faithful, dutiful servants to the crown, closest to the royal family.
Satoru and you were both eighteen when youâd first presented yourself as his new personal maid. This body, undoubtedly yours, seemed to have aged down a few years, most likely to match the age of your predecessor. They had, apparently, been working hard to better their lot in life, aiming for an often-vacant position at the princeâs small circle of personal attendants. You inherited the skills theyâd nurtured, bettering them along the years, allowing you to secure your spot as long as you have.
That, and Prince Satoru Gojoâs character trivia really came in handy an absurd number of times.
There were worse fates out there, especially for a transmigrated person like you. Sure, maybe life as a privileged noblewoman would have been ideal, even more useful in searching for a way home, but being a personal servant to Prince Satoru, as⊠Eccentric as he was, gave you advantages compared to other peasants, even other castle servants. Plenty of food, fine fabrics, individual accommodations, not having to exhaust yourself scrubbing floors all day or sweating by the heat of the kitchen fires â besides, the Gojo heir wasnât quite as terrible a boss once you got used to him.
You remember finding his route in-game quite boring, full of cliché tropes and little to no conflict. He was also kind of an overbearing asshole the entire time, unlikability salvaged only by his elven good looks.
But nothing could have prepared you to the otherworldly beauty he posed standing right in front of you, in the flesh, for the first time, glacial orbs eyeing you up and down. You admitted to yourself â although begrudgingly, as he was your least favorite character among the ones youâd played â that Satoru Gojo was as handsome as they come and had every right to be smug about it.
Smiling to yourself, you put aside the needle and thread to hold up the shirt with one hand, gently tracing over the repaired sleeve with the other. You tug at it to test its resistance, nodding absentmindedly when its stays in place. Itâs good as new, just in time for his hunting trip. You get up, taking a moment to adjust your skirts and straighten your white linen apron and coif, neatly folding the shirt and draping it over your arm. According to your pocket watch, his attendants should be waking him up at any minute now.
You grab the doorknob, wondering when youâd become so accustomed to this life.
And then youâre heading towards the princeâs chambers.
Gojoâs head snaps in your direction as soon as he hears the door creak open, a lazy smile gracing his features. You bow to him, respectfully averting your eyes as an attendant removes his undertunic to reveal his naked form.
âGood morning, Your Highness.â
He doesnât regard you immediately, arms raised as William, one of his attendants, quickly fetches the shirt from your arm and slips it over his head. Itâs a morning ritual familiar to you by now, efficient movements shared between all three blue-clad servants in the room to make sure the prince will be properly dressed for his daily affairs.
Kai, your other colleague, hands you a black leather surcoat. Itâs undoubtedly fit for royalty, handcrafted by the best tailor in the land; buttons of silver, western dragons embroidered on each side of its chest, facing each other, with gold thread some millerâs daughter had spun from straw â or so youâd heard. You feel his gaze upon you as you button up the overgarment, knowing exactly what he expects.
Gojo steps back when youâre done, doing a slow spin to show off his outfit.
âWhat flattery does this little doll have for me today?â He asks, âDo I look dashing?â
âYes, my lord Prince, as always.â You respond, with a courtly nod of your head.
âWhat about my hair?â
âSoft like the finest silk in the land, fairer than the first snow of the season, Your Highness.â
âWhat about my lips?â
âTender and pink like freshly bloomed petunias in springtime, Your Highness.â
âAnd my eyes? And my eyes?â Gojo goads you on, a boyish excitement to his voice, his face coming a bit too close for comfort as if pleading to look up at him.
Playfully, your eyes meet his, granting his unspoken wish, holding his gaze for nothing more than a few seconds, a simpering smile as you speak.
âSo strikingly blue it would put a midday sky in a summerâs day to shame, Your Highness.â
He releases an exaggerated sigh before grabbing your face with both hands, squishing your cheeks â his touchiness hardly phased you anymore; harmless, albeit pestering â, head slightly cocked to the side and a pout on his lips.
âYou tease.â
Kai, newer to the group, shoots an alarmed look towards William, who merely shrugs him off.
And just as quickly he releases you, storming out the door as you and your colleagues follow after him, hurrying along the hallway steps behind him like ducklings after their mother.
Gojo Satoru is exactly seven minutes late to meet his guests. Not his servantâs fault at all, of that, you are sure. You had checked your pocket watch while walking through the castle hallways, confirming he would be on time to meet his guests at the open area of the stables â that was, of course, before all the meaningless detours he took along the way. Youâre not sure if he does it on purpose.
William had his weaponry arranged, waiting at the hands of a servant, while Kai had personally spoken to the Marshal to have his Highnessâ horse ready, both having woken up earlier than usual to make the proper arrangements.
Naturally, they would follow him to the hunting trip, as part of his entourage, while you stayed behind and made sure all was perfect for their return.
Your arrangements included waking up as early as the kitchen staff, the sun barely peeking through the horizon, to revise the ingredients youâd requested in advance with the head cook, so a kitchen maid could go and fetch them from the forest or the market. Youâd love to be able to traverse the markets or the woods freely, exploring, meeting new people, finding out new things about this world that could potentially lead to a way home â but alas, being a personal attendant to the prince meant tasks such as picking herbs at the woods or buying strawberries from a merchant were, per your colleagueâs words, below you.
It's a nice day out. A faint breeze caresses your skin, cool enough to be refreshing, and the skies are clear and blue with not a cloud to be seen. The autumn sun shines gently upon the earth, sparing of its overbearing heat. Your presence isnât exactly necessary, but Gojo has made a habit of you seeing him off and you wouldnât miss an opportunity to be outside.
âFashionably late as always, Satoru.â His grace, Geto Suguru, is the first one to speak up.
A swoon-worthy duke, with a storyline much too⊠disconcerting⊠for your taste. Though the number of times youâd spoken to Geto could be counted on your fingers, being in his presence still put you on edge. Not that he had ever done anything to you, but youâd accidentally met his eyes countless times, caught him staring at you with a gaze so invasive it made you feel like a criminal awaiting judgement.
âLate? Treason. A prince is always on time, Suguru.â Gojo replies with a nonchalant shrug, âYou were the ones here early!â
Awaiting his arrival were a group of familiar young men. Most you had seen in-game through the extensive selection of capture targets, coming to meet them in-person over the years due to their ties with the prince. You had played some of their routes, but with the exception of Megumi â Gojoâs protĂ©gĂ© â you hadnât a reason to talk to them, merely exchanging a word or two or none at all when in their presence.
âFinally.â
Nanami Kento looks mildly inconvenienced as he speaks, tone flat, arms crossed over his broad chest and a visible scowl creasing his features. He was a retired knight, born a peasant, presently a Baron; a personal favorite of yours. You couldnât help but steal a glance or two whenever he was around. You remember kicking your feet up in the air during his playthrough. Sometimes you still do.
Next to him stood Prince Yuji Itadori, too entertained by his own horse as he fed him a carrot. You have faint memories of playing his route, although you donât remember finishing it. He was a sweetheart, from what you knew, periodically visiting from a neighboring kingdom to learn from Nanami and Satoru and cultivate friendly diplomatic relations. Youâd cracked your head trying to recollect bits and pieces of his story, unsuccessfully. You had a pesky feeling it was relevant.
Fushiguro Megumi was last. Broody lost prince, currently hidden under Prince Satoruâs protection â you hadnât played his route, but he was a constant side character in Gojoâs. He was still a child when you met him, shortly after Gojo brought him into the castle.
When Megumi notices you, thereâs a smile; faint, barely noticeable, and he waves. You respond with a brief curtsy.
âCan we go?â Yuji protests, interrupting some petty squabble between Satoru and Suguru, âI hear thereâs a huge wild boar running around causing ruckus around the village, I want to catch it!â
Mounted on his white steed, Gojo is a clichĂ© as old as time; a trotting reminder of your being in a world that isn't your own. The anodyne sight of him looking down on you, pink lips softly curving upwards to gift you a kind smile as the sun shines from behind him is almost identical to one of the gameâs CGâS. It shouldnât â youâve grown used to him, to living inside this game, material as your own world â but for a moment, and just a moment, the sight of a whimsical prince on a white horse wiggles an uncomfortable, yet familiar feeling of surrealness, unreality into your mind, making your stomach churn.
You ignore it. Mentally sweep it under the carpet of your subconscious. This is nothing new. You can spiral into an existential crisis over the absurd condition of your circumstances later, when youâre lying sleepless in bed staring at the ceiling.
Youâve run out valerian root, anyway.
âI am obliged to be away for an entire day!â He whines, words punctuated by dramatic sullenness to his body language.
You step closer to him, taking a respectful bow before offering him a pair of neatly-wrapped sunglasses, which he takes â a distinctive feature of his character.
âSo, you must, Your Highness. Go, and may the mother of good luck be with you.â
Satoru extends an arm toward you, presenting his hand. You kiss it â your own lips touching soft, pristine skin; a needed reminded he was a person, made of flesh that could be touched and not pixels limited to a screen.
From your peripheral, Kai elbows William as discreetly as he can.
You return to the princeâs sleeping quarters immediately after their departure. Overseeing the chambermaids, you watch them change the bedding for a fresh set, correcting the pair on your favored arrangement of pillows, fussing as they dust around the priceless ornaments around the chamber, amiably warning them to be careful.
When theyâre done, you move onwards to the kitchen.
There are people watching you as you march through the hallways. Spying little peepers full of envy or admiration, or both, and you know what theyâre looking at â the telltale blue fabric of your dress, a color so inaccessible to many, and the necklace you bear from years of service. Despite your own wishes, it makes you an intimidating figure, as if youâre an extension of royalty. Being a personal attendant to the prince meant upholding that image, keeping yourself unapproachable, discouraged from socializing and making merry with anyone but servants considered to be on your level.
Still, you greet the kitchen staff with a smile, trying to be as cordial as you possibly can. You know all of them by name, from the head cook to the scullery maid, all exceptionally busy for tonightâs private feast. Itâs not your job to review the selection of dishes to be served, but you do so anyway, even if superficially, reminding them to provide a non-alcoholic beverage for the prince. Attentively, you listen to the head cook as he showcases the ingredients for the pastries you requested, assuring of their quality.
It's a bit of a hollow feeling when you leave the hustle and bustle of the kitchen, knowing the rest of your day will be spent alone. Without Gojo, thereâs nothing much to do. Without William and Kai, your social circle has been just about reduced to zero.
But you do know where youâll be spending all of those long, unending hours.
Being a personal servant to Prince Satoru gave you advantages. Privileges, if you will.
When he asked you what you would like for your latest birthday, you made quite a bold request. Itâs the newest addition to the key bunch hanging from your waist â full, unbridled access to the royal library. The thought of having an entire day to search through never-ending shelves, making notes and finding books that could possibly lead to finding a way home cheers you up a bit.
âAre you fornicating with the prince?â
You nearly choke on your drink when the question abruptly comes out of Kaiâs mouth, unable to speak from the utter shock. William is at his side, chewing on a chicken leg, and can only stare wide-eyed at his colleagueâs bluntness. Itâs been a while since the hunting party returned, clear blue skies fading into shades of orange adorned by heavy, rumbling clouds. Outside, tree branches sway to the force of the wind, preparing to welcome a starless night of rain and cold. Gathered at the table on Prince Satoruâs solar room, the three of you were having dinner to replenish your energy before the feast while Gojo entertained his guests.
It was usually a casual moment to decompress. Not tonight, Kai had decided.
âWhatâ No!â You retort, scandalized, âWhat could have given you that impression?!â
âWhat hasnât given me that impression, you mean.â
âKaiââ William tries to interject, but youâre quicker to rejoinder.
âI am not⊠fornicating with anyone, especially not prince Satoru. Thereâs nothing like that between us. Thatâs⊠How he is. Youâre just not used to him yet.â
âButââ
âI think weâre better off cutting this topic of conversation here.â William interrupts, slightest bit of panic in his voice, eager to deflect conflict, âI know youâre still adapting to your new position, Kai, and thatâs why Iâm sure (Y/N) will be kind enough to let this slide.â
William looks at you expectantly, almost pleading, and you scoff before crossing your arms over your chest. The mere notion seems ridiculous â you, doing the deed of darkness with one of the gameâs capture targets, destined to fall in love with the heroine regardless of whether she decided to pursue him or not? It would be a disaster waiting to happen. You were nothing if not a professional, serving your boss to the best of your power, and all of Satoruâs affections stemmed from his own outlandish personality. That was all. Your dynamic could be less than orthodox, but it was platonic in its nature.
âCome now, we canât afford not to get along. Kai, apologize to (Y/N). I have worked alongside her for ten long years, and if she says sheâs not engaging in improper acts with the prince, then sheâs not.â
Kai silently looks between the both of you, finally letting out a defeated sigh.
âItâs a reasonable question, seeing you twoâŠâ He insists, shifting uncomfortably on his seat, âBut Iâm sorry. That was uncalled for.â
âItâs fine, I guess. No one has ever insinuated that before.â
âNot to your face, doll.â Kai shrugs, nonchalant.
You want to snap back at him, but in comes the realization that heâs not wrong. Perhaps it was living within your bubble, mostly limited to your coworkers and your boss, had made you clueless to people outside and what gossip ran about you. William and Benji, Kaiâs predecessor, had accompanied you in serving Gojo for a decade; neither of them would ever dare question your relationship with the prince or the harmless liberties involved; they were accustomed to it. And, well, you were accustomed to the point you thought everyone else saw it as you did: normal. The sudden realization that not all would find Prince Satoruâs affections towards you something ordinary was a staggering concept in your mind â but it was so simple. So obvious.
Then again, it never occurred you to askâŠ
âDo you think itâs weird, William? Be honest.â
âI have no opinion of anything, ever.â William stated, crossing over his heart with his right hand, âBut now that you mention it, Benji did confide in me, shortly before he was relieved from service. Said something about âinappropriate displays of affection towards a heedless maidenâ, I believe?â
âOh. Benji never said anything like that to me.â
âHe wouldnât. Between you and me, he had a soft spot for you, so I do believe that statement was a little biased.â
On your face, an expression of utter confusion. You never noticed any signs of Benji liking you romantically, but then again, you apparently donât notice much around you. The chicken seems to have lost its taste when you bite into it, mind too preoccupied with the conversation you just had. Not that thereâs any use reminiscing about Benji â the man having been released from service only a month prior, after prince Satoru arranged him a marriage to a marquisâ daughter.
Now that you think of it, he didnât seem too pleased about the match. Or about leaving.
The stone-walled bathroom smelled of fresh flowers and citrus. Sliced oranges and grapefruits, calendulas, sunflowers, rose petals, mint leaves, forget-me-nots, floating in the steaming hot water that filled the circular, wooden bathtub. Night has long since arrived, and even with the shutters of the only window in the room closed you can still hear the heavy rain pouring against glass and the rattling of wood caused by unrelenting wind.
Despite that, the candles illuminating the room, as well as the small fire burning underneath a boiling pot of water, kept the room pleasantly warm.
On the other side of the door, William and Kai undress the prince. All had retired to their respective bedchambers by now, and itâs not long before the pair of attendants are dismissed for the night. Gojo is already disrobing by the time he enters the bathroom, excitedly blabbering about the hunting trip as he plops the velvet garment onto your waiting hands, stepping into the warm embrace of the thoughtfully drawn bath. Suddenly, the ceiling becomes particularly interesting.
He lets out a long, satisfied sigh.
â⊠Not that Iâm complaining about tonightâs banquet, though. Iâm just a bit disappointed, you know? All the fuss people were making over a silly boar, and it made a passable meal at bestâŠâ
You hang the robe. From a tray placed beside the fireplace you select a pink macaron, feeding it to him before you start to work a soapy sponge along his skin. It had been a deeply embarrassing experience at first, aiding him in his baths; with time, however, like many other things, it had faded into normalcy. Nothing but work, is what you tell yourself when you elevate one of his sinewy legs with your hand, sponge inching closer and closer to his groin. You steal a quick glance at him, half-listening to his words, seeing Gojo laid back, unashamed by your ministrations, playing with the petals of a soggy sunflower.
âAhâ Megumi! His aim is getting better. Heâs gotten really good at shooting with a bow and arrowâŠâ
You wash the soap off your hands when youâre finished with his body. You feed him a small tart, topped with vanilla cream, strawberries, and blueberries. Still, he prattles on, words muffled by his munching,
â⊠mmph⊠And Suguru is still being weird about that wife of his⊠Something-something âsheâs different from beforeâ and refused to elaborateâŠâ
He quiets down a bit once you retrieve a warm compress, placing it over his eyes, fingers moving to either side of his temples to massage them with gentle circular motions. He relishes a bit on the relief it brings after a day straining his eyes. As he relaxes further under your touch, you let your mind wander, recounting the frustratingly slow progress with your research.
Even with access to the great royal library, the sheer number of books on varying topics was discouraging enough to tempt an emotional breakdown. You scoured through shelves, gathering a collection of sorcerer biographies, spell books, history books, encyclopedias â anything that could hold the subtlest bit of information regarding transmigration. And still⊠Nothing. Your eyes still felt a bit dry, a lingering headache from reading within the ill-illuminated library. All you had at this point were your own theories â and that wasnât saying much.
If only you could leave the castle for a bit. A frightening thought, of course, as you could count on a single hand the number of times you had seen the world beyond the castle walls, never straying too far from the place you now called home. All of those occasions you had been following Prince Satoru on some of his trips, mostly diplomatic, with no freedom to walk around and talk to people as you pleased.
Perhaps a vacation was all you needed. Your âparentsâ lived not too far, if you remembered correctly, on one of the neighboring villages subservient to the Gojo crown. A favored place for merchants to gather, fairly populated, maybe if you tried investigatingâ
â(Y/N)?? (Y/N)??â Gojoâs fingers are snapping in front of your face, his eyes still covered by the compress, âAre you listening to me?â
âOh! Iâm sorry, Your Highness. I think my mind just wandered for a bitâŠâ You apologize, hurriedly forgoing his temples in favor of washing his hair, âWhat was it?â
He remains oddly silent as you pick up a smaller bucket of ambient-temperature water, delicately wetting his hair. You werenât giving mere empty flattery earlier in the day; running your hands through his hair truly felt like touching the finest of silk.
âYou knowâŠâ He starts, âI notice your mind tends to wander a lot, especially these days...â
Thereâs an edge to his tone, one you rarely hear him use.
âYour eyes seem to wander an awful lot, too, lately.â
Another pause. There's no silence in the room, just an uncomfortable absence of words; You hear the fire crackling. You hear the water boiling and bubbling, thinking for a moment you should check the temperature of his bath to see if it needs to be warmed. You hear the muffled sound of rain against glass. You hear wooden shutters rattling. There's a strange shift about the air, and you're confused, unsure of what he could mean.
He answers your unspoken question before the words have a chance to leave your mouth.
âI saw you stealing those little glances at Nanami.â
You stand, bucket in hands, mouth agape â embarrassment. The heat of complete embarrassment that overtakes you feels like cold water poured down on your body. Your hands feel a little weak as you quickly try to regain your composure, looking away from Gojo despite knowing his eyes arenât on you.
Fiddling with the hem of your apron, you try to find your words.
âWhen⊠When did youââ You stammer, âHowâŠâ
âAh-ha! So, you plead guilty. Thatâs soooo shameless, flower.â
The familiar playfulness in his tone brings back a bit of confidence. Still, thereâs something about it you canât quite place; for a moment, you think thereâs a bark to it, bitterness. Perhaps itâs something unpleasant about his day that heâs hung up about, increased by you not listening to him. Heâs just teasing, you conclude, trying to vent whatever annoyance peeved him by picking on you.
You massage Prince Satoruâs scalp with shampoo â or the closest thing they had to it, in this world â hoping to placate his abrupt change in mood. Maybe youâll hand-feed him another macaron.
âI was just⊠Looking.â You offer, cautiously, unsure if any explanation would make it better or worse for yourself, âThereâs no harm in looking. Lord Nanami was admirable as a knight, and heâs handsomeâŠâ
Worse, if the crease between his eyebrows is anything to go by.
â⊠But not nearly as handsome as you, my prince.â
That seems to appease Gojo who, with a petty harrumph, relaxed into your touch again. Appealing to his ego always seemed to get you out of trouble. Youâd never thought to be grateful for his petulant grouching, but it's music to your ears compared to the spitefulness from a few moments ago.
âI just find it vexing. Why would you ever bat those little eyelashes at Nanamin when you have the Morgan le Fay of men right in front of you to admire?â
âThereâs no need for jealousy, Your Highness.â
You were just a humble fangirl admiring your bias, after all. You werenât made of stone.
âAt the stables. During the banquet. Would you like to have a portrait of Nanamin, so you can gawk at him when heâs not here, too?â
You rinse his scalp, running your hands through locks of his hair.
âI am so very sorry, my prince. Speaking of... Uh... Speaking of banquets! I hear there will be a ball."
It's a poor attempt to change the subject, and you can only give Satoru a sheepish, almost apologetic smile when he raises one side of the compress to acknowledge it as such, quirking an inquisitive eyebrow at you.
There will be a ball. In a month, to be exact. You know that not just from the growing agitation within the castle, or the coming and going of unfamiliar faces hired for temporary work, but because you had been counting the days for this very event ever since you realized this was the ball that kickstarts the main story, taking place towards the end of the prologue. It meant the heroine would finally show up.
You're not sure what it will mean for you.
âSure, a ball...â He says, âMy old folks said they would invite all the eligible maidens across the land because they want me to find a wife.â
âI'm sure youâre not too psyched about this...â
Prince Satoru vehemently nods in agreement.
â... But who knows? Give it a chance, you might just meet the love of your life there.â
âPfftâ Right, I donât think thatâs going to happen.â
âAnd why not? Â
âWell, what if I already met the love of my life?â
Then that would be some pretty weird timing, Your Highness. Prince Satoru wasnât supposed to meet the heroine until a few days before the ball takes place, in a beautiful clearing out in the countryside, where theyâll share a lovely meet-cute after he nearly tramples her with his horse.
âAlrightâŠâ You spouted, unsure, âWhy not bring her to the ball, Your Highness?â
âSheâll be there.â
His rosy lips curve into a conspiratory smirk, mostly to himself, blissfully unaware of the can of worms he just opened inside your mind. Had he already met the heroine? But it was way too early! It couldnât beâ or could it? Youâll have to check the makeshift calendar on your notebook. The timeline you wrote down, as well. There has to be some sort of plot hole youâre missing, or maybe the events have been thrown out of place for some reason.
âBut youâre right, maybe a ball wonât be so bad. They said any eligible maiden across the land, rich or poor, of high or low birth. Itâs an opportunity!â He announced, the last word said with enough enthusiasm to make you jump. Â
Once again, you donât have the time to ask what he meansâ or to avert your gaze as he abruptly steps out of the bath, getting an eyeful of his bare ass against your will. You pat him dry with a towel as he helps himself to the tray of tarts and macarons. He extends both arms when heâs done so you can slip on the velvet, deep blue robe back on his body. Another towel is wrapped around his head.
The robe keeps him warm as he sits on a chair, waiting for you to come and finalize his night routine. You stay behind in the bathroom, emptying the bathtub, turning out the fire, disposing of the unused boiling water since Prince Satoru had decided to cut his bath short tonight.
When you close the door behind you, the smell of flowers and citrus is still in the air, stuck to his skin. You hum a tune as you brush his hair, its strands like gossamer, offering no resistance to the bristles.
â(Y/N).â
Gojo lifts up his head, not a hint of playfulness in his face or his tone.
âYes, Your Highness?â
And yet his eyes are soft as they burn into yours, as if thinking, evaluating.
âWho, in this land, is the fairest of all?â
Every time he asks you this, you wonder if there was some dialogue you missed in the game. Nevertheless, the blatant reference makes you want to laugh; with him, though, the answer is always the same. There is no one to overshadow his beauty, objective, obfuscating, infuriatingly incontestable, and he knows thatâ you know that.
âYou alone, my prince, are the fairest of all.â
If you were anyone else, youâd swoon at the smile he graces you with.
âBy the way, I have something for you.â
There is a small box on the table heâs seated by, simple, with a golden latch, inconspicuous enough to only catch your attention when Gojo slides it closer, opening it to reveal an assortment of herbs tied together with a string.
âSince you ran out of valerian rootâŠâ
There wasnât a single herb you could recognize, at least not with the dim candlelight. Despite this, you were pretty certain there was no valerian in that box.
âHow did you know, Your Highness?â
âThose eyebags under your eyes, I know you havenât been sleeping well.â He says, matter-of-factly, âSome old hag passed by the hunting lodge today, selling all sorts of things. Said this was a potent mixture of herbs for those with sleeping problems. Itâs all safe, Iâve had the royal apothecary check it.â
You breathe a sigh of relief, retrieving the box and holding against your chest. You hope it knocks you right out. Heavens know you need it, after today.
âThis is so generous, Your Highness⊠I donât know how to thank you.â
âNo need.â
He latches the box closed.
âJust have a deep, dreamless sleep for me.â
It was the very witching time of night, and the castle lay silent. Darkness reigned in its corridors, desolate and cold, broken only by flashes of lighting tearing through stygian skies.
Take pity, take pity on one who is sick of love.
Fire dances at the top of a candle, threatening to vanish at any moment, as one living soul treads through slate flooring, airy footsteps growing closer to your chamber door.
Satoru feels guilt twisting inside his stomach, that nauseating feeling of contrition before consummation. It doesnât stop him, it never did â he isnât delusional as to think his actions are without sin, but at least he knows he isnât fully without a conscience. And yet, what is the point of guilt, overridden by excitement, conquered by overwhelming love, as he turns the key to your bedchamber, to defile you once again?
Defile, Satoru thinks to himself, is such an ugly word.
Your door doesnât creak when opened. A simple spell to ward off prying ears, lest he has to replace another servant; Satoru had come to learn how thin those walls could be, sensitized to the littlest of noises in the dead of night.
He locks the door behind him, placing the candlestick holder on your bedside table.
Thereâs not much to see in the darkness, except for your pliable, sleeping form. You donât feel the weight of your mattress shifting, so deep in slumber, as Satoru sits by the edge of your bed with the familiarity of a husband; and he likes to pretend, too, that these late-night rendezvous have an amorous twist to them. Isnât it romantic, to be visited by a paramour so secretive youâre neither awake nor aware to receive?
What is he, if not a dedicated, twitterpated, infatuated princely lover sneaking through the hallways of his own castle to meet his beautiful dove, his golden trinket, his falconâs eyeâ
But he isnât delusional as to think his actions are without sin.
Satoru knows thereâs nothing appealing about exploiting your vulnerabilities. If you were to ever find out, if you were to open your little eyes at this very second to see him stripping of his undertunic, the lovely relationship youâd built would crumble in a matter of seconds. It would break his heart into a million pieces, to see the horrified look of realization upon your face. And he feels the burning of guilt at the back of his mind, easy to dismiss, as his hands roam your body, past your clocked stockings of cotton and up your white shift.
He would hate to hurt you.
Which is why youâll never find out. Your relationship can bloom into something far more precious that way, and soon he wonât need these nightly visits to fulfill the base needs you ignite in him. He often dreams of your wedding night, with you awake, receptive to his embrace, and then heâll finally cross the one line he hasnât dared to trespass all these years. Â
The shift is carefully slipped off your body. His cock is dribbling with pre-cum, twitching at the sight of your hardening nipples. He bedews one digit with his saliva as he lays by your side, spreading your legs just enough to slip one hand between to stroke your clit, peppering your breast and neck with kisses, nibbles, and nips.
Your body is more than accustomed to his touch by now â and for a moment, he wonders if youâll be confused on your wedding night when, just like now, your folds grow wet with so little stimulation. Soon he hears the change in your breathing as it becomes heavier, increasingly ragged, little whines starting to come out of your lips.
Still, you donât wake.Â
Not even as he slides a finger inside your soaked entrance.
Itâs tight, temptingly tight, torturingly tight, but Satoru has enough self-control not to push himself through your folds. Not tonight. He can wait, he will wait until, eventually, youâll be awake and willing to take his cock. He takes comfort knowing that day is not too far.
Satoru sits between your legs to rub his cock as he fingers you, biting his lip as not to let a wanton groan out.
"Fuck..."
It's not very regal to swear. He's never done so in front of you.
His voice is already strained, not above a whisper, when he sits up, settling between your legs to rub his cock with one of your limp hands. There are two fingers inside you now, Satoru biting his lip as to repress a moan stuck in his throat. He hates having to keep quiet, but the walls are thin, and it would be a lot more trouble than it's worth to deal with nosy neighbors.
Satoru isn't alarmed when you stir, eyebrows knitted slightly as he kneaded your clit with his thumb. It's not a sign you're waking up.
His fingers are coated in viscid, clear juices, thrusting in and out of your pussy with practiced ease. He can barely keep them inside when you tighten up, little tremors running through your body as you cum with a strangled whimper.
Satoru forgoes your hand in favor of positioning himself on between your folds, using your wetness to rub his length along your pussy, prodding at your clit with each upward motion. Heâs lying atop you now, muscled chest glued to yours, gently suckling on your neck and muffling his low, guttural groans on your skin. His hips move at a controlled pace, refraining himself from how rough he wants to be with you â heâs still hung up about Nanami, after all â, feeling his own orgasm approach.
Your bed doesnât creak, either.
He thinks of finally being enveloped by your insides, how your velvety walls would choke his cock when he made you cum. How your lips would touch his and youâd kiss, really kiss, how your body would respond to his touch when awake. What faces would you make for him? Would you look away, embarrassed, throw your arms around him and hold him tightly to you? He was dying to see you, to fill your womb as he looked deep into your open eyes.
Satoru Gojo isnât delusional as to think his actions are without sin.
Heâs delusional to a fault. And as much as he feels bad for you, for his horrible acts of debauchery against your unresponsive body â and all other perversions along the way â thereâs hardly any guilt when he grips his cock with a tight fist, tugging at his length as spurts of pearly-white cum land on your bare stomach. His chest heaves, breath labored, half-lidded blue eyes staring at his handiwork with a dopey smile on his face.
Lightning illuminates the room, followed by thunder rumbling so deeply across the earth he swears he feels the walls shake. Candlelight flickers.
He cleans you up, not a trace of arousal to be found when heâs done, shift slipped back onto your body. For a moment, he sits at the edge of your bed again, leaning back on his arms. How he would love to wake up with you between his arms â but alas, youâd be much alarmed to see him by your side when morning comes.
He dresses himself, not before placing a chaste kiss goodnight on your forehead.
A ball, he ponders, that ought to be fun.
And as he leaves, candlestick holder in hand, locking the door behind him, thereâs no guilt badgering his mind â only dresses. A selection of skirts and frills fluttering about, an appointment with the best seamstress in the kingdom; Satoru wonders which design heâll choose for you to wear at the ball, smiling smugly to himself as he skips down the hallway, back to his chambers.
You wake with a startle, groggy, disoriented.
Resting in its usual spot at your bedside table, your trusty pocket watch indicates youâve woken up a little over fifteen minutes later than youâre supposed to â Not too bad of a delay, which eases your initial panic. Youâll have to hurry up a bit when getting ready, but at least you wonât be late for work.
The herbs have worked a little too well, you conclude â gifted you dreamless sleep, devoid of interruptions, knocking you out barely an hour after drinking the tea you brewed. Although you had yet to fully wake up, there was newfound motivation to get on with your day after a much-needed good nightâs sleep.
You make a mental note to properly thank Prince Satoru again. It was unexpectedly considerate of him to notice.
A shiver runs down your body as fresh air enters through your bedchamber window, caressing your face with its gelid touch. You see movement downstairs, servants and knights who have begun their day earlier than you. Beyond castle walls you saw the city, merchants coming and going through dirt roads among trees painted in breathtaking yellows, oranges and reds, its fallen leaves scattered over green grass. In the distance, you see neighboring villages and castles so far they nearly fade into the horizon. The sun is out again, blue skies adorned by white, fluffy clouds.
The faint, comforting smell of freshly baked bread hits your nostrils.
You should get readyâ you donât want to be late, of course. But there is time for a quick look in the mirror, to check if your exhaustion-induced eyebags have been minimized, even if ever-so-slightly. Itâs only then that you notice, attention diverted from the area around your eyes, three small, faint red spots on your neck and collarbone.
You touch them, briefly wondering where they could possibly have come from; but you donât have the time to dwell on it for more than a few seconds, your neck will be covered regardless. One last look at the mysterious marks and you shrug, brushing them off. Itâs nothing to worry about, anyway.
Must have been a bedbug.
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đ§đ»ââïžWhatâs Your Signature Style? âŠïž Timeless Pick A Card
I promise you that you can be âTHEâ SLAYEST when you rock a style that is your own. A styleâor stylesâthat is your own is one that reflects outwardly the core essence of your Soul Expression.
If you know yourself, and acknowledge your unique Light, there is not a trend or fad in this mortal realm that could ever shake your confidence in what youâre already doing!
Remember, trend-makers are never individuals known to follow trends to begin with! Are you a satisfied with yourself for being a trend-follower? Gosh, that's such loser NPC behaviour. I know you're so much more than that, you su-su-su-SuperbeingâŁïžâŁïž
SONG: Supernova by aespa
MOVIE: ććčŽć„łćȘ; Sennen Joyuu (Millennium Actress) (2001)
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Pile 1 â Bitch Barbie
VIBE: Jackie (2016)
core spiritual essence â Knight of Wands Rx
YOLO, Spiritual Gangsta! Youâre a badass bitch whoâs actually a lot nastier and vainer than outer appearances may give LMAO Youâre such a drama queen, too. You wake up in the morning and ready to stir up some shit. Youâre naughty. Youâre playful. Youâre creative and a bit of a prankster to the detriment of some of your closest friends. And if you have an enemy, youâre the type thatâd pour gasoline on their motorbike and let them catch fire on their own!
You really like colourful stuff. Since you were a kid, youâve always been interested in cute or weird shapes and bling knickknacks. Colours and shapes are integral to your fashion expression as a means to let your passion through. From another angle, this is also how you show people not to take you lightly. Youâre attracted to weird or bold shapes and vibrant colours because they also send word to the outer world that youâre not one to mess with.
You LOVE being seen as a weirdo. It benefits you to be seen as a BITCH, too. This is a form of self-preservation AND protection. You want to weed off boring people who are only there to feed off your precious spiritual creative aenergy! Youâre the schoolâs boss bitch who says, âYou canât sit with us,â to practically everybody because you value only strong and weird, high-quality bitches who are just like you. Deep at your core, you keep to your tribe and will protect them with your Life <3
peopleâs first impression â XIV Temperance
Youâre an enigmatic character whoâs admired and feared at the same time. Because you have such a strong presence, unbeatable charisma, people canât help but be attracted to your aenergy. And for the most part, youâre really somebody who has a pleasant smile and good manners. Peopleâs first projection of you might be along the lines of being a good gal LMAO You seem at first glace a temperate person who adheres to social protocols. I mean, thatâs only because youâre chill~
But try and get on your bad side? The psychopath takes over. Youâre very serious when working towards your goals and you donât like it when people bother you with unwarranted criticisms or unsolicited advice. You like figuring things out yourself unless you ask for other peopleâs opinions. When people see this side of you, then they understand youâre not all that friendly or welcoming and that theyâve been blinded by their own expectations.
From afar, people can tell youâre meant for great things in this Life. Since youâre quite unapproachable to many, they may never say this to you but they gossip amongst themselves and speculate about what such a unique person like you could achieve in this world. They shudder when thinking about all your potentials! How can such a smart badass even be real?? It feels so unfairâŠ
fatal attraction! â Ace of Pentacles
Youâre the type that should never buy fake designer items. Buying cheap-ass things that are your style is one thing, but buying fake luxury items? NAH, NO. Your Venus will cry. Check out what your Venus sign says about your values as a person and try to match your fashion style with that. For the majority of you tuning into this Pile, being bold in all the ways that suit you is the way to go. Price is not necessarily key here, itâs boldness that plays into your self-expression.
Youâre the kind of person who can wear colours and accessories that usually will make other people look like clowns XD People wonder what enables you to pull off those strange colours, shapes or combinations, not knowing itâs your CONFIDENCE in yourself being able to pull them off that makes them work. Itâs the RIZZ, baby~ No matter what you look like, no matter your size and skin colour, you have the power to make WHATEVER you wear on you look like something they show on the runway.
I betcha you get a lot of requests to model for your photographer friends? XD Some of you reading this have even modelled casually before. And some of you are meant to be scouted into the modelling or fashion industry in general! If not to that degree, youâre still the kind of person who could make occasional appearances on fashion magz or insta or have your face be a poster for something quite creative. You should charge good prices for your contribution to people being able to sell their shit! v$o$v
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vanity â Silver Geographer (Francis Drake)
sassy â Priestess of Integrity
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Pile 2 â Brooding Maniac
VIBE: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2011)
core spiritual essence â 4 of Cups
You one spooky bitch XD But truly, your Soul is full of colours if only people could see it! Itâs just that these are colours most people wonât understand or even approve of. You possess the ability to feel and process immensely complex emotions as well as thoughts. Itâs more like you think in feelings even if you identify as someone very logical. Your emotions often get heavy if you donât learn to control them. AndâŠyouâve really taken it to quite an extreme how well you can control or suppress your emotions now.
Some of you reading this probably have strong Earth placements, especially Capricorn, but could also have some Scorpio and Aquarius influences. The way you feel your emotions is quiet and almostâŠjaded. I think your Soul gets easily tired by Humans for their lack of intelligence but also for their lack of appreciation for different varieties of Beauty. You think most people are narrow-minded; just thinking about it is super exhausting.
Thatâs why you donât easily show your colours to everybody. Peopleâs disapproval of the depths of your emotions could kill your spirit on a daily basis. Youâd rather not deal with that, so then you chose to sport a lot of black in your outer appearance. You could also be the type that chooses solid or âdullâ colours like grey or white, essentially to justâŠnot tell people anything. The only other way you actually show your emotions, in a subtle way, is through some colours that could be found in your accessories andâŠHAIR <3
At least some of you dream of having colourful hair if only your society or workplace would allow that XD
peopleâs first impression â 8 of Cups
Instantaneously, people get this impression that youâre elusive as fuck. Like, youâre not exactly unapproachableâno, noâitâs more like, even if people try to talk to you, they already think youâre the type that wonât respond too well. You seem like you donât talk much if at all, and people get this feeling that youâre uncomfortable with being talked to. Kinda feels like, youâre ready to flee the scene the moment someone comes up to talk to you BUHAHAH Most likely because you give off this nervous/awkward energy in social situations XD
As for your fashion, you dress so uniquely, out-there-ly, alien-ly, and people simply canât catch up. They know they wonât be able to copy you, at least not properly. You possess a strong and unique aura that shines through your fashion sensibility and you donât even try that hard if youâre being honest. And yet, anybody who tries to emulate or copy you will 100% look like a cheap knock-off of whatever style youâre rocking.
There is something about you that screams ORIGINAL. And yet, this is mostly caused by your lack of interest in other peopleâs business. You have this cold, detached aura that makes you stand out in a crowd exactly because you donât give a fuck. At first glance, people think itâs your fashionâyour clothes and accessories, your hair or nails that make you look ORIGINAL. Maybe even you think that. But no, itâs your brooding AURA that says so. Youâre a maniac who ainât interested in mingling, thatâs why~
fatal attraction! â Queen of Wands
Youâre a divisive character whoâs either despised or admired, to an extreme. Thereâs no in between. Seems, indeed, like some Scorpio/8th House aenergy or some harsh Plutonian aspects XD To varying extents, and depending on your mood on a given day, peopleâs extreme reception of you could be mentally draining. The way I see it, you yourself donât even understand why people are damn drawn to you. You kinda wish people would leave you alone. At least the ones you donât care about.
ButâŠyou definitely are incredibly pretty. You have a very attractive face, you know that? And then thereâs your fashion sense that tells the right kind of people that you truly are a creative/artistic person who has many stories to tell because you feel very deeply. And yet, you donât talk to people at all and thatâs mystifying. Meanwhile, the haters are also attracted to your aenergy because something about your originality is a direct insult to their lack of AUTHENTICITY ho ho ho~
You give people a reason to connect and unite in their petty hatred and thatâs very refreshing for those types of people to talk about LMAO Ainât you a hero, my dear? Anyway, this may sound so random but Iâm getting that you might wanna hang out at some art gallery or library? You could meet someone or see an ad/announcement for an event that could change your Life for the better! Your brooding style could get you some unique opportunities that could potentially make you very happy <3
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sassy â Priestess of Inspiration
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Pile 3 â Plutonian Siren
VIBE: Flesh and the Devil (1926)
core spiritual essence â 8 of Pentacles
Daym, youâre a total hustler babe, arenât ya? For one, at the core of your being you know that you were born into this world with a strong purpose. When you were a kid, you probably didnât have the words to describe this knowing but it was clear to you that you werenât supposed to fit in or be ânormalâ, whatever ânormalâ meant within your norm XD Youâve always been the kinda person who deviated from your mainstream society. You couldnât help it; you just had to be an anomaly.
Truth be told, youâve a strong Sirenian spirit (if thatâs even a word). Youâre like a combination of a bitch barbie and a brooding maniac. Youâve a strong dark Plutonian and chaotic Neptunian aenergy about you and this is SCARY to a lot of people. If you grew up in a toxic household, I betcha an adult in your âfamilyâ despised you for just being you. Could be a mean uncle or auntie as well if you had a good relationship with your own parents ;P
Did you know that in some literature Sirens were actually not mermaids? Theyâre more akin to evil harpies? XXD Youâre an evil harpy at your worst and a singing mermaid at your best. I tell you people shouldnât mess witcha. The karma will be heavy on them because you essentially come from a strong lineage of powerful witches! <3
peopleâs first impression â 9 of Cups
Wherever you are in the world, when you walk, youâre like a dream come true. You possess a natural charm that transcends race, culture, localised standards or whatever. In every situation and all nations you are beautiful, magnetising and charming. Your sheer existence makes people daydream. Iâm sure youâve heard this a lot, âYou smell really nice.â âY/N always smells nice.â âWhen youâre around it always smells nice.â
Youâre so fucking unreal for this mortal world. Due to your Neptunian aenergyâcould also be strong/significant 12th House placementsâpeople project on you without a care for your feelings. Or should we say, they project on you without a care for their own safety? When somebody crosses the line, you snap like a sea dragon and theyâre done, forever LMAO
As much as people are intrigued by you they are afraid of you. There is this depth to you that makes people suspect that once theyâre in theyâre never gonna be able to crawl out of your aenergy field. Youâre kinda like Tomie now that I think about it. So the ones who are able to sense this swirling darkness in you will try to steer away from your charm~ Good for them because most of the time, you donât even like it when people are up in your ass non-stop XD
fatal attraction! â 5 of Pentacles Rx
Of all the Piles, your natural charm is definitely chaotic. Itâs almost demonic! Yours is a fatal attraction for sure because you will cause insanity in the minds of whoever tries to get a taste of your aenergy. And youâre out here chillinâ, completely clueless as to whatâs going on with the idiots around you. Whyâs everybody simping? I ainât even do nothing.
For whatever personal reasons, most people have this fantasy about you saving them from whatever boring Life theyâre living. Some really sick minds could expectâeven demandâyou to be their stupid little Pixie Dream Girl when in reality youâre the FURTHEST thing from that. People could get SO dangerously unreasonable when it comes to desiring you.
Iâve got to say that youâd better protect yourself good, girl. Do everything in your power to steer away from bitter and jealous aenergy, because the people under your involuntary spell might indeed endeavour to cause you harm. Beware of men who could assault you and women who would trick and tarnish your reputation. Iâm reminded of this quote by Claude Debussy:
âPeople donât very much like things that are beautiful⊠they are so far from their nasty little minds.â
For being such an unrealistically beautiful creature with an aura of mysticism, lots of people are attracted to your magnificence because they want to make it their own or destroy it, not because they appreciate your existence. Be selective with who you allow to get to know you~ <3
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sassy â Priestess of Love
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Served with Fruit and a Break ă (Scaramouche x Reader)
!! NSFW !!
You have been warned.
âą Word count: 2.6k
âą Dom (slightly soft) Scaramouche, Female reader, Nipple play, Oral (f receiving), Rare praise
Note: This is more of Wandererâs personality and character but written as Scaramouche for simplicity.
Scaramouche was at his desk, scribbling absent-mindedly while scanning over his assigned texts. How boring, he thought. Thereâs no reason for me to learn something I will likely never use in my life. He read a paragraph over and over again, his eyebrows raised in mild amusement. âThe way humans writeâŠâ Scaramouche exhaled as he underlined some key words. âEntirely convolutedâŠâ he muttered.
You gently knocked on his door and quietly sneaked behind his seat, and tapped on his shoulder with a plate of sliced fruit and snacks. âWanna take a break?â You smiled at him, hoping that he would agree. But to your dismay, he flicked his hand as if swatting away a fly. âI have no need for food or breaks,â came his reply.
His rejection caused your shoulders to slump. âButâŠâ
âNo buts. Now stop being a distraction and go do your own assignments.â
Your brows furrowed slightly in annoyance and pursed your lips a little. âWell Iâm taking a break.â
He didnât reply as his attention was back on his textbooks. The way he brushed you off did irritate you a bit. You placed the plate down on his desk next to a pile of books and picked up a small slice of a banana, with a thought running through your mind. Iâll just do this and leaveâŠ
You grabbed onto his hair to pull his head back a little and shoved the banana into his mouth. Scaramoucheâs eyes widened and he spluttered. You were already heading for the door but he gripped onto your arm and pulled you back. He spat out the piece of banana before speaking. âYou littleâŠâ Scaramouche faltered before sighing. âYou want me to choke?â
You averted your eyes from his intense gaze. âN-No⊠I just wanted you to take a break.â
He sighed. âI really donât understand why you care so much but⊠fine. Iâll take this break so you can stop being a nuisance.â He let go of your arm and sat back down on his chair.
Great! You gave him a small smile then pointed at his lap. âSince thereâs no chairs, I can sit here, right?â Giving him a playful wink, you were quick to take your seat on his lap, picking up a cherry and popping it into your mouth.
Scaramouche paused, feeling a little embarrassed. But he would never show that side to you. He sighed as he realised there really weren't any other seats for you. âDo whatever you want. Just involve me as little as possââ he was cut off by you shoving another piece of fruit into his mouth. âCan you quit that?â He scowled when you looked satisfied doing that to him that he decided to take his revenge. He grabbed a blueberry from the plate and forced your mouth open with his other hand. âSay aahâŠâ he smirked as he pushed the blueberry into your mouth. You closed your mouth after he let your jaw go, feeling your cheeks heat up. You were expecting him to shove it into your mouth as you did to him but to your surprise he was handling you quite gently. As you chewed quickly, you gazed into his eyes while he stared back silently. It was only when you swallowed that you realised you were staring so absent-mindedly at him that you turned away to pick up another piece of fruit. You brought the fruit up to his lips as he gave you a tiny smirk, slightly laughing at you.
âHeh⊠Whatâs the matter? Did you happen to get lost in my eyes?â Scaramouche opened his mouth as you fed him. âAnd quit feeding me like Iâm a baby. Why are you doing that?â He frowned as he chewed.
You shrugged your shoulders. âIt's just an act of affection.â You were looking at the plate instead of his face, with the hope that he wouldnât comment on your flushed cheeks.
Scaramouche picked off the plate this time and brought the apple slice to your lips. âI donât⊠think I deserve such treatment from you. YetâŠâ His thumb swiped lightly over your bottom lip as you chewed, giving you a small, ticklish feeling. âI feel⊠greedyâŠâ he continued, his thumb pushing past your lips when you finished eating the apple slice. You felt his thumb caressing the tip of your tongue before he pulled it out. There were moments like these where Scaramouche would openly tell you his feelings. It was something you greatly appreciated.
âFeed me a cracker this time.â Scaramouche requested. You picked up a cracker from the plate and fed him, smiling softly as you said, âitâs okay to be a little greedyâŠâ
A small smirk slowly formed on his lips as he swallowed. âIs that so? Then I hope you donât mind me doing this.â He picked up a strawberry and held it between his teeth before leaning towards you. Scaramouche caught your chin, pressing his thumb and middle finger against your cheeks gently to get you to open your mouth. He pushed half of the strawberry between your teeth and bit down, so half was in your mouth and the other half was in his.
âHm. Sour,â Scaramouche muttered as he ate his half of the strawberry. He noticed you not chewing. âI donât mind taking my strawberry back, you know.â
You stuttered out a confused âhuhâ as he leaned towards your face, his eyes locked onto your lips. His thumb pressed between your lips as his tongue snaked in, swiping the other half of the strawberry. Scaramouche pulled away slightly as he chewed with a smirk plastered upon his lips. It finally registered in your brain what he did. âThief,â you remarked, playfully frowning. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull his head closer before lightly pecking his lips in a teasing manner. Scaramoucheâs mouth tickled upon feeling such softness against him. His hands slid down to your hips, fondling them as he pressed his mouth against yours.
While you were kissing him slowly, you pulled away briefly and picked up a piece of fruit from the plate. You popped the fruit into your mouth then pressed your lips against his again, pushing the fruit into his mouth with your tongue as Scaramouche parted his lips. To your surprise, he spat out the fruit and slid his textbooks and notepad to the side before grabbing you off his lap and onto the desk instead. He didnât waste a single second as he immediately pressed his mouth against yours in a searing kiss, groping and squeezing your curves through your clothes in order to force a gasp out of you so he could push his tongue inside your mouth. His hands slid up to hold your face, as he circled his tongue around yours in a slow dance. Your hands found purchase at the front of his clothes, clutching and wrinkling his Akademiya uniform while you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Scaramouche finally pulled away when you needed air but he could not wait as his lips immediately trailed down the side of your neck, his hands pulling, unbuttoning, undressing you.
Scaramouche grunted as he felt your thighs squeeze his hips. âArenât you a little too excited?â He mumbled into your neck, kissing down until he reached your collarbone, licking it slowly.
âI think youâre the one whoâs excited,â you replied as you caressed his head while one hand was running up and down his side, eventually inching its way between his legs, toward his hardening cock. Scaramouche began kissing the top of your breasts, while his hands squeezed them gently, his thumbs rubbing your nipples. He was licking the line between your breasts before he suddenly gasped against your skin, while you were amused by his reaction as your hand fondled his erection through his pants. His gaze shifted to your face, his lips forming a straight line as if to tell you that he will get you back for that.
He kept his eyes on your face as he very quickly closed his lips over one of your nipples, sucking harshly while he pinched and pulled the other, startling you and causing moans to slip out of your mouth. Scaramouche smirked as he began to lick, flicking your nipple with his tongue as you gripped onto his hair, squirming. You arched your back as he opened his mouth wider to not only suck on your nipple, but some of the area around your nipple as well. Your movements of pressing your tit further against his mouth only challenged Scaramouche to fit as much as he can, as his saliva began to dribble under your tit. He let go with a wet pop, admiring the way your nipple was glistening with his saliva, all swollen and sensitive. He glanced back to your face, looking into your eyes as his finger poked your wet nipple. You grabbed his hand and pulled it away from your nipple, trembling as you managed to breathe out. âItâs too sensitiveâŠâ You said as you covered your other nipple with your hand, knowing that he was going to treat it the same way.
Scaramouche lightly chuckled. âHey⊠Youâre the one who urged me to take a break. All this studying makes me stressed out, soâŠâ he pinned your hands behind you as he continued, âI need your body to relieve my mind.â As he went to press his tongue against your untouched nipple, you twisted your body to the side, attempting to avoid his mouth. He growled in response. âQuit moving around like that or Iâll bite.â He threatened unseriously, trying to make you listen to his instructions but the sound of his growl had only excited you further as wetness pooled between your legs. However you decided to let him have his way, as Scaramouche moaned against your nipple when his lips made contact. He once again sucked roughly as you squirmed and trembled, trying to free your hands from his grip. He attempted to fit your tit into his mouth as much as he could as he played around your nipple with his tongue. If he continued his ministrations, it felt as if you could cum just from him playing with your titsâŠ!
You sighed out of relief as Scaramouche finally pulled away from your breasts, admiring again at his work, as your tits were wet and messy with his saliva. âYou look so good like this,â he whispered as he gazed at your swollen nipples. Scaramouche looked pleased with himself, then his eyes trailed downwards. âOf course, I must be neglecting somethingâŠâ He flicked his gaze to your face. âCare to tell me?â Scaramouche asked as he then whispered your name.
â...Please,â with a shaky sigh you squeezed his hips with your legs again. Scaramouche finally let go of your hands as he pulled your outer clothing down and grabbed your knees to spread them apart. âOh?â He murmured as he noticed the wet spot on your panties. âMmh⊠enjoying yourself, werenât you?â Scaramouche chuckled as pressed his lips against your inner thigh, kissing and sucking as you whined. He paused for a moment, as if thinking of something. âHold on to me,â Scaramouche demanded. You complied and wrapped your limbs around his body as he proceeded to lift you up from the desk and set you on his bed. âI donât want you making a mess near the books,â he muttered as he pushed you down, slotting himself between your legs, and grinding his clothed cock against your panties. âYou feel so goodâŠâ he groaned blissfully as he continued to rub against you, causing your panties to stick to your pussy and the wet spot to spread. âSo goodâŠâ he whispered in your ear. Scaramouche paused before hesitantly whispering again. âGood girl.â
You shivered when he whispered in your ear. âHow unexpâ,â you were cut off as he began to kiss you hungrily on the lips, thrusting his hot tongue into your mouth. Scaramouche kept his eyes open this time while making out with you, without you noticing as your eyes were shut, focusing on the feeling and texture of his tongue. His gaze, while normally strong, was soft as he kissed you, yet still a glaze of lust was evident in his eyes. He pulled away from your mouth and shuffled down your body, his indigo-blue eyes examining and memorising each and every curve, mark, spot, on your body until he hooked his fingers around your panties. Before he pulled them down, he met your gaze once again. âI do believe there is⊠one âfruitâ you have yet to serve me. Heh heh.â Scaramouche chuckled as he pulled your panties completely off. âMmh⊠you smell goodâŠâ he remarked as he nudged his nose against your clit, causing you to immediately squeeze his head between your thighs. He groaned as he felt the soft skin of your inner thighs squishing his face, and he pressed his mouth against your slit as he mumbled into it. âThis is the break I neededâŠâ Scaramoucheâs tongue poked and prodded at your opening, licking up all the slick, as he ran his tongue up and down your pussy. Your hands gripped onto his hair, tugging on it as you writhed in pleasure when he closed his lips around your clit and sucked. He didnât mind how tightly you squeezed his head, after all he was a puppet who did not need to breathe.
Yet, it did bother him somewhat, as Scaramouche found it slightly difficult to thrust his tongue into your hole when your legs were closed around him. He pushed your thighs apart, by holding the back of your knees and pressing them against your chest, folding you however he wanted. âThatâs better,â he mumbled as he dove right back into your pussy and shoved his tongue in, causing you to gasp and tremble as he moved his tongue in and out of your wet hole. As much as you wanted to watch him eat you out, your head was constantly thrown back due to the intense amount of pleasure he was giving you. Your orgasm was building strongly when Scaramouche decided to shift one of his hands from your thighs to your clit, instantly soaking his fingers in a mixture of your slick and his saliva, as he rubbed and played with your sensitivity while his tongue moved in and out of your pussy at a fast pace. His actions had only caused you to shake involuntarily as you began to chant his name while your eyes were glued to the ceiling. Scaramouche could tell you were on the very edge of a powerful orgasm when he began to mumble into your pussy. âMmhâŠcumâŠcumâŠcum for meâŠcum on my faceâŠIâll keepâŠfucking you with my tongueâŠjustâŠcumâŠ!â
You pressed your palm over your mouth to cover up a loud moan as you squirted, the edges of your vision turning white as your climax washed over you, rendering you into a crying, shaking mess. Scaramouche could only watch your reaction in awe, as he was the one who made you react in such a hot way. His tongue slowly licked up your mess, as you quivered, trying to push his face away from your pussy. âStop it⊠it's too much,â your voice sounded above a whisper while you glanced down at him. It seems youâve made a bigger mess than you thought as you noticed your fluids on his face.
Scaramouche sat up, wiping his face with the back of his hand. He sighed. âI guess youâre due for a break, huh?â He pulled you closer to him by your thighs. âYou have five minutes,â he chuckled as he eagerly rubbed his cock on your sensitive pussy.
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đŹ "áŽáŽÊÊ ÊÉȘᎠê°áŽÊ ᎠáŽÊáŽáŽ!" â send a dialogue prompt and a character and i'll write a blurb!
actually so down bad for this idea but "it's him or me" WITH TENYAYAYAAAAAAAH might be a bit đ€đ» ooc prompt for him but I'm in desperate need of a jealous iida in my life đđŒ
"ÊÉȘᎠáŽÊ áŽáŽ."
includes: tenya iida
fem!reader
a/n: ooc!tenya, monoma is reader's friend from childhood cuz i need an "other man" ermermerm tenya is kind of in the process of courting reader? he insisted. tenya is kinda đŹ in this, pls listen to "el tango de roxanne" from the moulin rouge soundtrack i think it fits! tenya looks so fine in the pic below
it really hadnât seemed like that big of a deal to you.Â
so what if you were close with neito? the two of you had been friends since preschool. although, he proved to be a challenge to the poor boy attempting to court you, tenya.
your chest ached with worry as you stood only a few feet away from the fuming boy, the two of you gathered outside the dormitory building, the gleam from the streetlamps and the moon being the only sources of light. his uncharacteristically dark eyes boring into you, making you uneasy. his arms crossed over his chest as the two of you stood off. you stood clueless as to why tenya was mad.Â
âwhat's got you so upset?â you try, your voice only slightly above a whisper. your feet shuffle around as you stalk closer to tenya, wanting to try and comfort him. His eyebrows furrow at you before relaxing again as he lets out a heavy sigh.
âi suppose it is rather unfair if i do not tell you whatâs upset me.â he remarks, his arms unraveling to rest at his sides. you rest your weight on one leg, your hands clasping together behind you as you wait patiently for the navy-haired boy to explain. he pushes up his glasses before running a hand through his dark hair, the sight pleasing if not for the tension that filled the space between you two.
âyouâre around monoma from class B a lot, y/n, it makes me feel discomfited.â he states, his eyes locked on you as your eyebrows furrow slightly. your shoulders tense as you hear tenyaâs words. you thought heâd understand.
âheâs like a brother to me, tenya.â you say, your voice interlaced with disbelief. âyou know that, iâve told you that numerous times.â
âit doesnât make me feel any different, y/n. you still fawn over him like heâs your partner,â he chastised, his volume raising the longer he talks. âyou donât do that with me.â
you scoff as your eyebrows furrowed once more, your cheeks getting hot the more worked up you get. your own arms move to rest on your hips, your jaw stiff with tension.
âlast i checked, you have yet to formally ask me to be your partner, tenya, so donât think you have the right to be mad at me for not treating you as such. i thought i would scare you away if i latched onto you so early. you wanted to take things slow, i was only respecting that.â you spat, meaner than you may have meant. you watched as tenyaâs shoulders dropped, his posture hunching before straightening again, his eyes dark with vexation.
âwe cannot move forward in our relationship if you are always with another man, y/n!â he hissed, his dark eyes locked on you.Â
âi say hello to him! i talk to him, tenya. just like every other man i interact with! heâs my friend, nothing more!â you maintained, your voice rising in tandem with tenyaâs. your chest heaved with emotion, you thought tenya was different from this.
âyou're closer with him than anyone else! what am i supposed to think?â he berates, his anger not dissipating in the slightest. his hand runs through his hair once again, but you donât even process the motion, your hand reaching up to rub your forehead, an attempt to soothe your growing headache.Â
âweâve known each other since we were five, iida! of course weâre close, i grew up with him!â you worry about your volume but the thought gets pushed to your subconscious. âyou canât just ask me to lose my whole relationship with him!â
you see tenyaâs eyebrow twitch at your use of his last name, your heart ringing guilty before you steel yourself again. âi wonât stop being friends with him for anyone.â
âitâs him or me, y/n.â he stated, his words rushing ice through your veins. your lips part as you aim a glare at the boy before you. you close your mouth, your lip curling slightly as you seethe from your spot only a couple feet away from tenya.
tenya already felt the guilt and regret seeping into his stomach, the ultimatum he proposed weighing on his shoulders as you stand in silence, and.. were your eyes glassy?
you steeled yourself not to cry. tenya was who you wanted, you dreamed of ending up with a man like him, he was a gentleman, he never tried in earnest to hurt you in any way, yet he still did.
âyou cannot ask me to pick,â your voice trembled but your words rang clear. âi will not pick.â
âthen youâve chosen him.â he noted, his voice a fraction of the volume it was only a few moments ago, his hand coming up to adjust his glasses once again. your breath catches in your lungs as you take in what he said.
âare you serious right now? really tenya?!â you find your voice again, continuing to spout words at this raised volume, âyouâre ending what we had before we could even experience it?!â
âi suppose i am, y/n.â he says calmly as he turns, walking into the dormitory building.
he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend tonight.. howâd it go so wrong?
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The morning after
I felt like doing a little follow-up to the love confession fic and writing a bit of silly camp banter.
The party join forces in poking fun at Astarion.
All origin characters, Tav, humour, banter, comfort, non-explicit, no spoilers
Approximately 700 words
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You left Astarionâs tent. He stayed behind to fix his hair â his bedhead was truly a sight to behold, but it was a sight reserved for your eyes only.Â
You were almost surprised to see that the world just went on as normal. The magic of the night began to dissipate as you had to turn your attention to the mundane. If only you could stop time... Encapsulate the memory and all the feelings that came with it, and keep returning to it, over and over. Â
âThere she is!!â came a cheerful shout from Karlach, as you approached the group, already busy around the campfire before you broke for the day. You sat down next to her, on the edge of a log, as she pressed a bowl of some kind of porridge concocted by Gale into your hands.Â
âHells, did Astarion keep you up all night? You look like shit.â She took a closer look at you. âSmug, happy shit,â she continued. âWhat were you up to in there? Wait, NO, donât answer that!âÂ
âDonât be so envious, darling,â drawled Astarion as he emerged, sitting down to her other side, fiddling with a damaged piece of equipment heâd neglected to repair the day before. Â
âEnvious?! Please, what would I even do with you, Iâd break you in half.âÂ
Karlach grabbed and held Astarion in a bear hug, just about pulling him into her lap.Â
âBut you - youâre always hanging around Mama K, like a cat looking for the warmest spot.âÂ
Anyone else would have lost an arm for such familiarity, but Karlach seemed to have special permission. You werenât sure whether it was because Astarion sympathised with her not having been able to touch anyone for years, or if it really was as simple as him enjoying the heat radiating from her. You suspected it was both. Heâd never admit it, so youâve never asked. Â
âRelease me at once, you foul beast!âÂ
âSay the magic word, fangs!âÂ
Astarion looked at you and mouthed âHelpâ.Â
âYouâll be fine, love, sheâll get bored and let go eventually,â you ruffled his hair and returned to your porridge. The word âloveâ tasted different on your tongue to all the other times youâd thrown it around casually, and you smiled to yourself, as though at a private joke no one else was in on.Â
âYou know, Astarion really is a cat. Always striving to be the centre of attention, then being offended when he actually gets it,â pondered Wyll. Â
âIâve seen him get the zoomies in the middle of the night after returning from a hunt,â added Shadowheart.Â
âLicking blood off his hands after a fight is definitely a feline gesture.â Even Laeâzel was taking part in antagonising him today.Â
âHeâs knocked over my drink for no reason passing by before,â offered Wyll. Â
âHe bites,â added Laeâzel.Â
âAnd he does play with his prey before killing it,â mused Shadowheart. âAnd before I get stabbed â I'm not talking about you, Tav.âÂ
âAnd heâs just SO. DAMN. CUTE. Look at his pointy ears! Aaaahhhh!â squealed Karlach. Â
Astarion continued to struggle in Karlachâs grip, kicking at the air, somehow winding up basically lying in her lap, sideways, as the group giggled amongst themselves. Â
âWell Iâve had cats and even a tressym my whole life, and speaking from the height of my lifelong experience, the real defining question is this,â said Gale, sitting down with his own bowl. âWhen heâs hungry in the morning, does he wake you by tapping on your nose, and then turn around and show you his butthole?âÂ
âUgh.âÂ
âGale!âÂ
âWhat the actual fuck, Gale?âÂ
âAHAHAHA!âÂ
"Still as suicidal as ever, I see,â you commented, your shoulders shaking, as Astarion finally managed to slide out of Karlachâs hold, collapsing onto the ground, as she roared. Â
âYou better watch what comes out of your mouth, magician, youâre already on thin ice,â said Astarion. The threat lost its edge due to Astarionâs disheveled look and the fact that he too couldn't keep his face straight. âNow if youâll excuse me...â He got up and walked away, dusting himself off.Â
âThe dignity, the grace, the sense of balance...â continued Wyll. Â
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Next in series - Intimacy
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#bg3#baldur's gate 3#bg3 fanfic#astarion acunin#karlach#gale dekarios#wyll ravengard#shadowheart#lae'zel#astarion is a cat
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cw yandere themes, stalking
thinking about a superhero au that's similar to the setup in "the boys" where superheroes are celebrities, backed by a company/management team + you are promoted to be character's handler. you're the one who finalizes his schedule, tells him where to go, accesses all the classified files that detail the missions he goes on (+ sometimes even accompany him to said missions). you know the ins + outs of his life (career-wise, he's doing fantastic; does well in polls, the public loves him, and his reddit snark page is itching for him to do anything they can complain about. his private life... well, he doesn't really have a life outside his job â or so it seems). he's a very black noir inspired superhero; no one knows what he looks like underneath his mask; no one knows anything about him since he stays consistently covered in his nearly indestructible suit that only emphasizes the flex of his muscles and the tightness of his abs. he never talks, which took some getting used to. you thought that was just his bit for the public, the whole "silent killer" persona, but he only nods or shakes his head when you're going over his itinerary for the day. you eventually get used to his silence & you two sort of come up with your own secret language. you can't see through his mask, but sometimes the two of you will look at each other when something happens and it's like you just know what he's trying to communicate + vice versa.
being a superhero's handler means your own private life â or lack thereof â is pretty boring. you don't have a lot of time for anything, but you finally get a chance to go out on a date. but it's just your luck that your date turns out to be a small-time villain on the side. when you think things are going to take a turn for the worst, who shows up to your rescue?
your superhero, of course.
you don't question how he knows where you're at; you're too busy being grateful for his help. you can't see the gleeful expression he's wearing under the mask when you're cooing words of praise at him. you look so cute, he thinks. you're always cute â when you're kicking off your heels after you get home from a long day of work, when you're slipping off your blouse so you can hop in the shower, when you're rushing to get to work on time in the morning, when you're hiding away in one of the many break rooms inside the company's building.
that night proves to be a series of surprises for you; first, you literally went on a date with an actual criminal. and second, you actually hear character speak for the first time ever. he has a nice voice, deep and a bit gravelly â probably due to the fact that he chooses not to speak most of the time. but it's what he says that almost wipes your grateful smile off your face.
"don't go out with anyone. you're supposed to be mine, remember?"
#i have been wanting a superhero au like this for the longest#im actually the biggest black noir fan ever LMAO i love him so much#im only on s2 though nobody say shit to me ik what happens but i don't wanna acknowledge it
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the art of breathing normally
â or, the ways you make him breathless so effortlessly
â characters â zhongli, childe, diluc, al haitham, wanderer, kaveh, kaeya
â tags â fluff, angst, comfort, spoiler/hint of al haitham's character story 5
â a/n â yes the title is taken from that one chapter title in âfor better or worseâ webtoon hehe i love dillon and cedric so much theyâre cute
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zhongli finds it hard to breathe (in a good way) when you wrap yourself around him in one way or another. you can drape your arms around his waist, nuzzle yourself against his side, or even jump up to koala-hug him (although he will still scold you lightly as he drops everything in his arms in favor to support you - he just doesnât want you to get hurt.)
but his favorite has to be when you lace your fingers between his own (preferably gloveless) ones, before tightly squeezing, a pressure not enough to hurt but strong enough to leave tingles upon his skin, making the geo markings along his arms pulse and blink in happiness.
he just loves to be reminded and reassured that youâre here. youâre right here in front of him and you are here to stay. youâre here for him with your tender love and warm smile. and youâll always be here, etched permanently in his heart, the most unyielding stone eroded in remembrance of your beautiful soul.
it was a spontaneous decision on your part when you slip into bed with al haitham and offered to read his book for him out loud instead tonight. he ponders over it for a bit and decides to relent, wanting to know what is it that made you so hooked on hearing him read his books audibly on normal days. your voice fills his senses as he settles onto his pillow, and his lips tug on the corners as you stumble upon difficult terms youâve never heard before. he decides to show you mercy by telling you the correct pronunciation, and you thank him before continuing, as cheerful as ever, unashamed of your lack of knowledge - itâs one of the things he adores about you, he thinks. this happens several times, and as he relaxes, your lover found his gaze magnetically straying towards you, examining your features as you read.
al haithamâs lungs seizes momentarily when your words falter as you sensed his stare, a patient smile full of such love and adoration blooming on your expression like the freshest bloom of the padisarahs in the garden. a memory lost to time resurfaces in his mind, and he feels himself reliving the hazy scene behind his closed eyelids. he canât explain it but it feels familiar and nostalgic, yet itâs also foreign and different. when he feels your hand worriedly caressing the stray tear on his cheek, he could only smiles and thinks to himself -
ah. so this is what a peaceful life feels like.
childeâs breath stutters when you kiss his nose or his eyelids. thereâs something so adorable and intimate about those two specific places. like a forgotten childhood memory and the intricate vulnerability of allowing himself to be cherished and loved, to know that you wonât ever harm him despite him having his guard down. surprisingly, ajax doesnât need a lavish display of love despite his repetitively showy endeavors in telling the whole world that youâre his. heâs already content with your soft giggles and tender touches, hidden behind doors and under the blankets in the cold starless sky of snezhnayan winters.
as the trained warrior that he is, he can last a good few minutes underwater, yet one simple kiss from you effectively diminishes his lung capacity, making him gasp and gulp for air, like a fish out of water. he can run for miles and keep his regular breathing pattern, yet a single notion of your well-being put in harmâs way makes his chest constrict and his breath fall into disarray. youâre the bane of his existence and the deity of salvation in his life.
you steal his breath away and with it, a piece of his cracked heart.
as cliche and boring as it was, kavehâs breath escapes from his lungs whenever you visibly express yourself near him. heâs an empath to the core and he absolutely adores receiving the waves of your emotions like heâs some sentient radio transceiver whoâs so attuned to your channel.
you could smile and he would follow, his chest constricting with incomprehensible joy as he drinks the light of happiness like a withered plant that hasn't seen sunlight in days. he loves to listen to your cheerful voice, like your own devoted transcriber, ready to commit your words and etch them into his soft and overwhelmingly big heart.
you could cry and he would bawl with you while holding you close, his lungs seizing with thorny vines that wrap and threaten to crush them to mush with each pearl of tears falling down the puffiness of your eyes. somehow the sight hits him harder than when the realization of his father not coming back hit him, or that time his mother told him she was going to move to fontaine and remarry - oh, itâs so much worse, because heâs holding his entire world in his arms, and he resonates with your bleeding heart.
kaeya would never admit to it but you would notice that his breath hitches whenever you yank his shirt to kiss him. he can try to deny it all he wants, but he finds your assertiveness hot - thereâs just something about having you reaffirming how much you can affect him.
it used to irk him, actually - no one should have so much power over him. his life is already crumbling enough as it is, why would he want someone to shake it all up and potentially make it all crash down? and yet, throughout your relationship, he sees you fix the cracks, changes the rusted nails out, and solidifies his foundation. youâre so patient, your touch firm and gentle, and with each fissure healed he finds himself laughing breathlessly⊠and he lets go of his inhibitions. you can steal his marred heart away, and take his breaths too while youâre at it.
diluc finds his breathing spectacularly failing when your finger brushes against his nape as you help him tie his hair into a high ponytail. he still does not understand why you prefer this hairstyle, but he understands fully that the lack of air in his voice when you worriedly ask if youâve tugged on his hair too hard is, in actuality, caused by how he wishes he could spend the rest of his life with you. to be with you, just like this, tranquil mornings full of domesticity and love, a replica of the little bits of memories he remembers of his late parents when they thought he was still asleep.
heâs so in love with you, he burns brighter in your presence, and he doesnât even care if it uses up all the oxygen in his lungs; for he is sure his love for you is an eternal flame not born from the borrowed power of the gods, but from the deepest part of his heart.
wanderer has no need for these two specific atoms chemically bound to form an oxygen molecule that these weak humans seem to need lest they keel over and asphyxiate. and yet he still feels something compressing itself into an ever-consuming black hole within his hollow chest whenever you touch his white wooden skin with the most tender of touches as if he was something to be cherished. as if he was worthy of your presence. as if he was human. as if you truly love him.
ridiculous, he hisses and slaps your hand away every single time. his throat clogs and his lips purse, his vocal chord failing to enunciate how foolish you are, and the feeling got worse when he sees you merely chuckle at his âpricklinessâ.
you touch him again with the same hands five minutes later, and he struggles to squash the urge to smile.
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â đ đđ âą đđđ âą đ đđđ, adjective. having someone who serves as a pillar in your life, who offers a sturdy place to lean in times of trouble. somebody you find yourself thinking about constantly and are completely infatuated with.
âhumans were such strange creatures. wretched in their mere existence. none of the eight were ever truly interested in them until they found you. they just find it strange that despite their status and rank, you'd rather spend time with your lover. that isn't much of a problem, though. one they can fix with ease.â
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â pairing: ot8 x reader, mxm; mingi x reader (this chapter); 9.6k
â note: this is a yandere fic. sensitive topics such as manipulation, gaslighting, murder, and other topics involved with the genre. please heed the warnings and read this work of fiction while keeping this in mind. also note: these chapters are very much introductory of each character & their roles, so smut is further down the line âĄ.
CHAPTER WARNINGS: murder references, manipulation, blood, dark magic, kidnapping, emotional turmoil, injuries, smut referenced
Chapter 4:
"Do you think she's fairing well?" Wooyoung steps over a pile of debris, slipping closer to him. "The others are taking care of her?"
"What is with you and this woman?" Yeosang glances at him. Wooyoung's fingers are outstretched, his hand slipping into his with ease. The latter says nothing to deter his touch, knowing it's something that calms him. "Do you desire her?"
"Yes," Wooyoung shrugs. "But that's not the only reason. She's simple but different. She can't fall for my tricks because I can't manipulate her mind. Everything she says to me is genuine. I can't help but want her to want me. Is that wrong?"
"She is a human, nothing she says is genuine. Have you forgotten what we are?" Yeosang pulls Wooyoung closer as he steps over a fallen trunk. It's not too old â it may be no more than a few days since its demise. He places his palm against the trunk, whispering a spell before turning back to him. "Unseelie aren't kind to humans. And she will find out that you were the one who killed her lover, Woo. I doubt she'll take that well."
"I'm not going to tell her that," Wooyoung waves him off. "Besides, the male was so boring. She'll be much more entertained by our spark."
Yeosang holds up a hand, stopping him from speaking. Leaves crunch in the distance, Yeosang whispering a spell unto his free hand and pulling Wooyoung closer. He holds his breath, watching as the faeries appear in the small meadow. The spell he has cast only lasts for a few minutes or so. He can only hope that neither of them linger. The Seelie stay close to each other, rapid words exchanged.
"The human is resistant to faeries? How can that be?"
Neither of them speak, but Yeosang can feel how Wooyoung's shoulder tenses at the words.
"Yeonjun told us. He tried to penetrate her mind but she did not blink. Not one human on this Earth could stop him from entering their mind. She is the sole being."
"Then did he take her?"
"Not yet, not until he catches them off guard. Tonight he set the example, though. I doubt the Unseelie will be able to fight back after that mess. Bodies are everywhere."
Wooyoungâs eyes widen. He presses his hand against his mouth, closing his eyes to control his anger. His body trembles beneath the low light. Hongjoong instructed them that it was a brief mission, no bloodshed. But would he have guessed that the Seelie would cause their own to be deceased? Yeosang's hand grabs the side of Wooyoung's face, forcing him to look. Yeosang merely shakes his head, mouthing words.
Do not lose yourself.
Wooyoung nods slowly, taking slow breaths. They've missed a bit of the conversation.
"He will get her? That is his goal?"
"His goal is to hurt Hongjoong. Nothing else matters besides that. The human is just another body is his way."
They disappear from sight. Just as they do, the Unseelie bodies shimmer, appearing back in focus of onlookers. Wooyoung falls to the grass, fingers digging into the dirt. "They plan to kill my sunlight. My solaris. They will rid of her and we aren't there to see what they've done. We have to go back. We have to â"
"We aren't done, Wooyoung," Yeosang shakes his head. "Just a few more days. Hold on for a few more days."
"They've killed faeries, Yeosang. What if they killed one of our spark? What if Yunhoâ"
"You know they havenât. Don't let yourself fall down that hole. We already have enough unstable mates, I don't need another one to fall apart right in front of me. Don't delude yourself like this," Yeosang ignores his words, sighing. "You would have felt it, Wooyoung. We are bonded. We would have felt the tear."
Wooyoung takes a long breath, "You're right. I need to calm down."
There's a pause as he stares. For a moment, he thinks that they should go back. For his peace of mind. Instead, he moves forward, hand reaching back. Without a moment's pause Wooyoungâs fingers slip into his, letting Yeosang guide him through.
â
Seonghwa wipes the floor. The stench is always overpowering. Each time a Seelie dies they leave behind such a putrid smell. A bit funny, considering how pure they are meant to be. He reaches for the knife you dropped, pausing. The look you gave them. It was like it was not you at all. He has grown used to the annoyance you've shown them, the fear when their words turned sharp. But not that kind of fear, terror. The glazed look. As if you didn't know who you are, what you were doing. It eerily reminded him of how Yunho loses himself sometimes. Seonghwa picks up the weapon, whispering. It cleanses itself at his words, harshly throwing itself back into its spot. Hopefully for good.
Jongho helped you off the floor, nearly carrying you to the room because you were so out of it. Hongjoong stared as you stepped out of the room, an unreadable expression on his face. There was nothing to be done then. Nothing they could speak about when you couldn't even think clearly. But Seonghwa just didn't like the look on his mate's face. Didn't like the slight gleam in his eye. In that moment, looking back now, he wonders if asking Hongjoong what he was thinking would change anything thatâs soon to come.
He stands, flicking his hand to let the cleaning supplies pick up the rest. He sits at his table, eyeing the book he was reading once before. Seonghwa considered that you weren't a human. But he pushed those thoughts away. Assumed that he was thinking too far ahead. But now, seeing how you killed a Seelie? A human, killing a Seelie without any help? There's no possible way you're just a human.
He just has to figure out what you are exactly.
"You've been locked in here for hours."
Seonghwa barely gives Mingi a glance as he enters with hands tucked in his pockets, knowing the Unseelie would only try to calm him down. Or get angry with him, it depends on the day. "Hiding from us won't make our minds calm."
"I'm trying to figure out what's going on. Having you all speaking over each other in confusion and anger will only taint my thoughts."
"You used to find comfort in the chaos. It looks like you avoid it now. And continuously buy those toys of yours."
"You didn't have a problem with my figurines before," Seonghwa frowns.
"And I still don't now. I just canât help but wonder why we can't be that safe place for you instead of plastic."
Seonghwa looks up from his book, finally meeting the eyes of his mate. Dried blood coats his face and clothing, white splatters burned into the fabric. He can see how his body trembles, bottom lip pulled back between his teeth. His chest tightens at the sight. Mingi lets their combined emotions affect him often. No matter how much they all insisted that he let them deal with it on their own.
Seonghwa closes his book. "You're upset."
"I want us, all of us, to be okay. But it seems like danger follows us no matter which path we take."
He sighs. "If you want us to get rid of her we will."
"I don't want that, hyung."
"Then what? What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to talk to us. Tell us how you're feeling. Stop hiding in the laboratory or library or the forest. At least try to let us in. Do you know how long it took me to calm Yunho down? I don't even think I have, he just stressed himself out to the point of exhaustion. I'm â" Mingi runs his bloodstained fingers through his hair. "I'm stuck. And I'm tired of pretending I'm okay with it all. I listen to Hongjoong's words even though I question them. I guard what you all want me to guard. I kill who you want me to kill. But I just can't stand around and accept it anymore. How long must I pretend to believe that everything is okay?"
Seonghwa watches Mingi's facade break, his rambling continuing on and on. He cannot believe he didn't notice how much it affected him. Sure, he was thoroughly involved with you, but that's no excuse to not see when one of his mates is falling into themselves. He covers his face with his hands, not bothering to wipe the blood off.
"Yunho is so lost, Seonghwa. I've seen him gone, but not like this. Not this much."
"I can talk to him," Seonghwa says softly. "You can be there too. And any of the others. Would you like that from me?"
âYes,â Mingi murmurs. There seems to be something else in his voice. Mingi isnât one to hide his feelings, so it comes as a shock that this is even a conversation at all. So Seonghwa continues to dig.
âAnd Iâll figure out how to persuade Hongjoong to take a more careful route. How about that?â
Relief seeps into Mingiâs face, nodding slowly. âI would like that.â
âEverything will be fine, Mingi. We just have to take it all one step at a time,â Seonghwa says softly. âIf youâre ever bothered, Iâm here. We all are.â
Mingi continues to nod, thinking. âAnd the human? What if we have to kill her?â
Seonghwa looks at him, unable to answer that question. Despite it being mere months since knowing of your existence, he canât justify killing you now. Not when he is so involved with you, along with the others. Mingi seems to know the answer without Seonghwa saying anything at all. So he sits beside him, watching his mate continue to flip through the endless amount of research he has done.
After a couple of minutes, Seonghwa closes his research. Mingi watches him curiously, a box appearing on the table instead. A bit cheeky, Seonghwa places several smaller boxes of toys in front of him. Mingi picks up one, a photo of an assortment of plastic flowers branded to the side.
"I planned on gifting these to you all after I build them, but I think it'll be more fun to build together with you, don't you think?"
Mingi looks at him. He never really shares his hobby with anyone else in the spark, maybe San once in a while. Him opening up and allowing Mingi to intercept his time only makes his heart swell with glee. Mingi nods, sitting down at the table.
"It'll be fun," Seonghwa grins, slipping next to him.
â
The silence is draining.
You sit in the middle of the bed, knees tucked against your chest, head sitting on top. Mind utterly blank as youâre desperately trying to figure out why, how. What strength do you have to just murder a Seelie without help from one of the others?
You can remember the looks on their faces when they entered. Blood stinging your eyes, knife barely held between your fingers. The indiscernible face of the Seelie beneath the weapon. It didnât look like one at all, not even a creature. Just a pile of parts. You try pushing those thoughts away, even if the image is burned in your mind each time you blink.
âDo you take us for fools?â
You barely give him any indication that you heard him at all.
âNow you pretend not to hear my words?â
âIâve done nothing to you at all so Iâm not sure why youâre even speaking to me,â you admit, glancing at him from the corner of your eye. His arms against his chest seem to cement themselves in place at your words. Him being furious with you is on the absolute bottom of your list. You havenât even properly introduced yourself and heâs already pegged you for someone he can walk over. Youâve already been through it with Mingi. Youâd rather not deal with it again.
âYour presence is threatening our position.â
âIf you let me go none of this would have even happened. How is it my fault?â You frown.
San scoffs. âWhat a nuisance.â
âLook,â you finally turn your head, meeting the eyes of the angry Unseelie. âYou can hate me all you want, but I didnât choose to be here. Go and get pissed off with someone else for all I care, but not me. Iâd rather be at home than dealing with all of you.â
âYou would be home by now, but it is unsafe. I could care less, frankly. But the others do.â
âBetter than dealing with a room full of strange people,â you murmur.
âIt is crawling with faeries, human. If you even step near it, you will be killed. Leaving our premises might as well be a death sentence. But fine, go ahead. I doubt you won't last more than a minute outside of our borders," he turns around, giving you his back.
You don't dare test his harsh words. There's no way to prove that he's exaggerating or not, so you just settle it for yourself that it must be true. You can't help the thoughts that linger; Is Soobin okay? Would they attack him if he decided to show up at your house one day? Has he entered town at all? Have your parents tried to contact you? Why hasn't anyone noticed you're gone? There's no reason to ask San because he would just give half truths. Something you're very much used to.
You hold your fingers against your temple, humming softly. It's not enough that you're staying here. You'll only be ridiculed by one of them. Frankly, you miss Wooyoung being around. At least he was a comfort in between the angst. And what was his name⊠Jongho? Though your interaction was brief, he was kind to you. Calmed you down in the slightest bit. His words of comfort as he led you to this room helped.
"Do you know what you did to that thing? Why I'm standing here now? Do you even realize what it takes to take down a Seelie, human?"
"No, I don't. And my name is y/n, not human."
San stares at you. You weren't afraid of him since you've met him, but there is something in that look. Something that makes you tense. You truly doubt he would kill you at mere words. But he could kill you if he wanted to. That thought is enough for you to drop your attitude, at least for now.
"Taking down a Seelie requires strength unlike humans. Majik, unwavering strength. Mental fortitude. You have to know how to kill one, our flesh isn't as soft as a human's. We haven't been killed by one in centuries. So can you see why we're cautious of you?"
"I do," you sigh. "I do, but I don't even know how I did it? It's⊠there's nothing there. Nothing. When I try to think of it it's like it didn't even happen. I just remember entering the room, then Seonghwa came in and opened the door. And I had a knife in my hand. That's it."
"Why did you say what you said?" San asks.
"Say what?"
"You held the knife in your hand, you looked at Jongho. Then you said you didn't mean to. You looked terrified despite the situation. As if you didn't just kill one of the deadliest beings on this planet."
"I don't know."
"You have to know."
"San, I don't know."
Just as San steps forward your bedroom door opens. Expecting someone else, maybe Wooyoung, Mingi stands there. His eyes flick between yours and San, narrowing slightly. He nudges to the door as he looks at him. San's arms drop from his chest. He seems a bit hesitant. Mingi gestures toward the door again.
"I don't want you to be alone here with her," San murmurs.
"She won't hurt me."
It's as if you're not there at all. San continues to resist, until Mingi rests his hand on his arm. It's enough for San to nod slowly. He squeezes his arm, leaving the room. Mingi shuts the door behind him as he leaves, turning to you.
"Sleep."
"Sleep?" You repeat, and he nods.
"Sleep. We have a long day tomorrow. Yeosang and Wooyoung won't be back for days. But when they do come back, they'll have news. And we'll need to be prepared for that."
"I don't understand."
"Human," Mingi says sharply. "I get it, you're incompetent and unintelligent. But you do understand the language I'm speaking, no? You haven't the slightest idea what you have done? Did San not explain the danger to you? You killed Beomgyu, y/n."
Another name that continues to mean nothing to you. Mingi's frustration grows.
"He is a high Seelie. One of the most powerful faeries on this Earth. And you killed him. Now sleep. We must prepare you for what is to come."
He leaves.
â
You stare at your hands. A few cuts are slowly healing, scabs covering the wounds. None of them have mentioned the night. Not even San, as angry as he seems to be watching you roam around their home. Hongjoong hasn't been seen by you either. Very likely locked in that laboratory of his, experiments continuing. Mingi and perhaps Jongho, are the only two who've either greeted you or joined you in rooms. Yunho, despite how worried you are, hasn't showed up since that night. Mentioning it to Mingi wasn't the greatest idea â the painful look in his eyes made you switch the subject immediately â but you just want to know if he's okay. You saw that Seelie drag him away and there was little you could do. You ran, and he could have been killed. The least you can offer is an apology. Guilt ridden, you look up from your hands.
Mingi holds out the wooden sword to you for the nth time today. With great exhaustion, you take it from his hands. He scoffs. "You will be given a break if you knock it from my hands, human. It shouldn't be this difficult."
You hold back your frustration. "My leg is still messed up. You're taller and faster than me. How could I â"
"Use your size as an advantage. I've told you this endlessly."
"You haven't given me an opening!" Your voice rises, dropping when you see the quirk of his brow. "I just need an opening," you murmur.
"Fighting a Seelie who's trained since birth to kill won't allow for an opening. You have to defend and attack. Each time I raise my sword you freeze. You will die if none of us are around."
"I survived before."
"And you have yet to understand why or how it happened. You're at a loss just like the rest of us. Don't be foolish. Fight, because your life will depend on it."
You step back from him, planting your feet into the grass. Mingi holds no weapons in his hands. Just as you still forward Mingi flicks his fingers. Your body hits the ground again, and this time you don't bother trying to get up, groaning. "You're an ass, by the way. Didn't you all say those powers don't work on me? How can you just throw me to the ground?"
"Our influence does not work on your mind, y/n. But we can still move you. You just have to learn how to resist just like your mind has. Once you master that, we can move to true combat."
"I don't know why you can't mess with my mind!"
"Another reason why you have to stop using your pity as an excuse and help yourself. Stand and try again," he holds out his hand.
"She will be dead from exhaustion before she has even learned it," the snarky tone is one you wish you'd never hear again. Mingi stands up straighter, hands moving behind his back. He bows only slightly at the newcomer. "We have to move quickly. It is only a matter of time until one of them decides to penetrate our majik. Do you not agree?"
"I do," Mingi says simply. "But I thought you were with Yunho today."
"Jongho is tending to his care now. I've come to watch you train. By the looks of it, it only seems like torture."
You slowly lift yourself from the ground, dusting off your clothing. Mingi does not bother helping you up and neither does Hongjoong. Your legs shake as you stand, turning to Hongjoong. He rests against a fallen tree. Arms crossed, same mischievous twinkle in his eye. His gaze roams over your body, stopping when he sees the disgusted look on your face.
"What a weak, little thing. Too bad we can't just get rid of you." His fingers pull back his hair. The exhaustion riddled on his face does not move past you. All of them seem tired and drained from what's been happening. Yourself as well, body aching and limbs throbbing from your brief encounter with the Seelie you've killed. Killed.
You'd never in your life peg yourself as a murderer. And yet here you are. Gathered around many of them, yourself included. At this point you have no right to judge.
"I've already said what I needed to to you," you murmur, turning back to Mingi. "Again." You step forward and he lifts his hand again. This time you fall forward, his arm stopping you from hitting the ground head first. You push it away, straightening yourself. "Fuck this."
"You have to trainâ"
"I can barely walk straight and all we're going now is creating more and more bruises. What are we achieving? How have I gained anything in the past few hours?"
Mingi's brow twitches. "You haven't tried."
"I don't know if you remember but, I am a human. I can't just learn to be as strong as you by being battered over and over. I won't suddenly be able to fight against you."
Your frustration grows as you look at Mingi, a blank gaze watching you back. It's like he can't even hear what you're saying, no matter how you phrase it. Hongjoong clears his throat, distracting you.
"She's right, you know. I want you to train her. Not mangle her up to the point of her being unrecognizable." He glances at you. "y/n, do you not remember the night at all? Not a sliver of memory? It would make this all easier if you did."
"No, I don't," you say firmly. "If I did, I wouldn't let myself be thrown to the ground over and over again."
Hongjoong shrugs, "Then that settles it all, no? Mingi, change. We will be dining together shortly. Human, you do the same. Seonghwa will see you after this."
"What for â"
Hongjoong disappears from existence entirely, leaving Mingi and you alone. He steps around you, grabbing the wooden swords scattered about on the ground and placing it back in its holder. Just as he goes to leave, he turns back. "You don't seem to understand the situation we are under because of you. I've advocated for your death but everyone wants to keep you around because of your resistance to us. I hope sometime soon you find yourself useful, or I'll be the one to end your life."
There is no chance for you to twist his words, nothing that would make you believe anything other than what he's said to you. He speaks firmly and straight to the point. Very unlikely the rest of the Unseelie you've met. There's no room for interpretation. You nod, and he leaves you alone in the training field.
Ignoring the throbbing in your legs, you make your way back to the house. Despite how open it is, itâs only a facade - youâre not sure if youâll ever be able to leave. And now, knowing how much danger youâre in, you doubt you even want to.
Jongho appears through a doorway, holding a book in his hand. His gaze meets yours, flicking over you. âAre you okay?â He glances down at your leg. âNot much time has passed since you were all mangled.â
You snort, âAs good as I can be.â
He joins you promptly, the two of you walking down the hall. Itâs funny - his presence feels more welcoming than the others. Softer eyes, smaller smile. Nervous maybe, but still. Youâd describe it as comforting.
âWhat are you reading?â You ask. He looks down at the book.
âSan gave this to me. Itâs about faeries from human tales. Itâs quite interesting. Tinkling bells is my favorite,â he adds, âEver heard of her? Apparently sheâs really famous.â
âTinker bell?â You correct, and he sighs.
âRight, Tinker bell.â
âYes I have,â you grin, and he nods. âWhyâd he give that to you? He seems like he hates humans, doesnât seem like the type to want to learn about us. From what Iâve seen,â you add. âHe avoids me every chance he gets.â
âSan isâŠâ Jongho pauses for a moment. âHe protects us fiercely, yes. He hates you now because he thinks youâre a threat. But once Seonghwa figures out why youâre the way you are, things will change. Itâs silly, you're slowly falling into our hearts, so he will protect you as he protects us sooner rather than later. And he enjoys human entertainment a lot. I'm sure once he gets over himself you two would get along well.â His words are easily said.
Falling into their hearts?
âYou care for me? Some of you do?â you stop walking. Jongho freezes, grip on his book tightening.
âIâve said too much,â he says quickly. âThey will be angry with me,â he sighs, looking down the hall. Seemingly making the decision on his own, he turns back to you. âYes we do care for you, y/n. Why do you think we fiercely protect you? It is not only because weâre curious about your nature. Weâve known you for a while now. Even if all of us havenât really officially met you. We are bonded. Our care lives within us all. Mostly Wooyoungâs fault,â he scowls. âHeâs stuck on you.â
âThat is the spark thing Yunho mentioned to me, right? It's like a pack.â
Jongho nods, âYes. Once weâve chosen to be in our spark, we are glued to each other. If one of us is hurt we all know, if one of us feels strongly about something, we all feel it. So thatâs why itâs so easy for us to find your presence in our lives⊠normal? Ordinary? Iâm not really great at human words.â
âNo no,â you wave off his last sentence. âYou speaking to me like this is enough. And youâre very eloquent, Jongho. No need to doubt.â
His lip quirks slightly. âI can see why theyâve grown fond of you. But yes, thatâs why. Ah, but more importantly,â he digs into his pocket. A rock appears in his hand, similar to one Yunho gave you at the masquerade. âYunho asked me to place a spell on this. To monitor your health, nothing more.â He says quickly. âI cannot lie.â
â...Thanks,â you take it, staring down at the surface. âIs Yunho okay?â
He bites his lip, âHeâs recovering. But itâs best if you stay away until heâs fully himself. Thatâs what he asked us to do. Iâm sorry I canât say anything more.â
âYouâve said what youâve needed to, Jongho. Thank you. Iâll see you at dinner?â
He bows slightly, walking past you and out of sight. You hold the rock tightly, making your way back to your room.
â
Seonghwa doesn't come to lead you to his lab for a few weeks and that you're grateful for. Rarely have you gotten the chance to be alone. Dinner that night was uncomfortable to say the least. Silence mostly. Three seats empty. Jongho gave you small smiles and it was enough to help you get through it. But still - the future of you dealing with them watching you with caution is not one youâre yearning for.
The door to your room swings open, almost cracking against the wall. Before you can even turn to see who it is, your breath is knocked out of you. You hit the floor, well almost, he holds you up with his hand before you land. Wooyoung almost squeezes the life out of you as he holds you close, body trembling.
âYouâre okay,â He whispers into your shoulder. You grip his sleeve to pull him off, and he leans back, eyes flicking over your face. âYouâre okay?â
âYes, Iâm fine. You can let me go,â you tug on him again and this time he does, helping you off the floor. Your body throbs at how he threw himself at you, bruises from whatever happened with that Seelie that night throbbing. âI see that youâre back.â
He grins, âOf course! Iâll always come back for you. I had to see Hongjoong first to report,â he rolls his eyes. âHe told me to stay away from you since we donât know what you are, but how could I leave my solaris alone?â he tilts his head, taking a small step toward you. Without thinking, you move back.
He frowns, âSolaris?â
âIâd rather be left alone, Wooyoung.â
He scoffs, brows furrowed. âWhat do you mean? Ah, is it because of what happened a few weeks ago? You don't need to worry, I know you wonât hurt me.â
âThatâs not what Iâm worried about,â you murmur.
âWhat are you saying? Donât you know that I wonât hurt you?â Itâs different from when you first met him. The snide grin, the teasing gaze. All replaced with seriousness, perhaps a bit of worry.
Are you sure of that? You know what they are, what they may or may not have done. None of them have even told you how they feed, how they hunt for their next meal. You could tell whenever they eat in front of you. The reluctance to take bites, the side glances they gave one another. You can fairly easily presume that itâs through horrid means. Youâve seen enough blood splattered around to be sure of that, at least. But will they hurt you?
Will he hurt you?
The silence must have been filling up the room too long, Wooyoungâs face dropping as he waits for your response. Would saying no be lying? It seems like each time you do lie he immediately knows. So, despite the hopeful look in his gaze, you tell him the truth.
âI donât know that,â you whisper.
His body physically deflates, hands clenching and unclenching at your words. âYouâre not lying.â Itâs a statement, not a question. He closes his eyes for a moment, a breath escaping him. âI wonât hurt you, solaris. I wonât. Just as I trust that you wonât hurt me.â
His words ring as true as he means them to be, but yet⊠you canât bring yourself to believe them. No matter how much you know that Unseelie cannot lie. âOkay,â you say.
âWhy are you treating my words as if Iâm lying?â
âUnseelie are sly.â
His eyes narrow. âIâm not lying about never hurting you, y/n. Thatâs not something Iâd skirt around. I. Wonât. Hurt. You.â
âYou say that,â you start, glancing at the open doorway. It would be silly of you to believe that youâre truly alone. All of these men youâve met so far eavesdrop on every conversation in their home. âYou say that, but if Hongjoong or Seonghwa told you to hurt me you would do it. Even if you donât want to.â
âThey wouldnât askââ
âBut you donât know that for sure, do you? You believe it now, but tomorrow, they could change their mind about me. What if San didnât like my presence around here anymore? What if Yunho told you my time was up? Would you defy their words and save me? Would you?â
He stares at his hands, saying nothing.
"What if I hurt one of you like I did to that Seelie? Would you just stand by?"
"Don't say idiotic things."
"Then stop lying to yourself, Wooyoung. You do not care for me like them and you never will. Stop trying to force yourself to like me because I'm different. I don't like you, okay? I don't. So stop prying, and stop making yourself believe that there is something here when there's not."
Wooyoung stands up, shaking his head, "How could you lie?"
"For fucks sakeâ"
Wooyoung steps closer to you, your body sinking further into the seat. He places his hands on either side of your shoulders, eyes darkening. "You lie so easily. Why? Why do you do it?" His fingers slowly tighten. It's not enough to bruise you or hurt you, but it feels uncomfortable. If seconds continue to pass, he could just as easily break a bone.
"Let me go."
"You think we are mad? You think I am mad for caring about you? Do you have any sense yourself?"
"Let go, Wooyoung. You'll bruise her if you continue."
You look over, Mingi leaning against the doorframe. His expression is still as always, though now it rests on Wooyoung's grip. He seems to push through his thoughts, hands gone from your body. You stand up and move farther away. Closer to the entrance of the balcony. Wooyoung stares down at his hands, body trembling.
"Sorry," his tone is tight, looking up. "I got carried away."
âHongjoong told you to stay away.â
He glances away, âI know.â
âAnd yet here you stand.â
Wooyoung looks at him, âMingi ââ
âGo. Before you make this worse for yourself. I wonât ask again.â
Wooyoungâs shoulders fall. He turns to see your expression but youâve already given him your back, leaving to stand on the porch. Whatever commotion is happening behind you youâd rather avoid. Your heart hurts too much. He isnât lying, you care for him. And you hate that you do. Theyâre Unseelie, beings that took you from your home because of curiosity. How could you care for them? How could you miss Wooyoung? The cool breeze hits your cheek as you slide open the door, sitting on the small stool resting against the wall. The night is clearer now that heâs back. You hate even more how the solid rock of worry in your chest is subdued since youâve seen him. He was so close to hurting you, barely seconds away.
So why the Hell do you want to tell him itâs okay?
âHe lets his emotions get the best of him,â the deep voice of Mingi fills the silence. He leans against the doorway, staring out into the night. âThatâs why Hongjoong told him to stay away for a while. Though I doubt it would help that much, his excitement to see you would have only grown.â
âHe cares too much about someone he doesnât know,â you say.
âThat I agree with,â Mingi nods, humming. âBut you should be saying the same to yourself.â
âI donât.â
âHuman, we are Unseelie. Weâve witnessed your kind lying for centuries. I can read that expression of yours with ease,â he glances down at you. âIâm not hovering around you to pass the time. Since Yunho cannot do it right now, Iâm here to watch you. Just say my name and Iâll be here. Though it is my fault right now that I didnât come when I heard about Wooyoung and Yeosang walking around.â He rubs his face, âWhat a headache.â
âThanks,â you say, looking back at the landscape. The moon is hiding tonight. âHe didnât want to listen to me.â
âBecause heâs delusional,â he snickers. âNot wrong entirely, but trying to force the answer from you is very⊠silly. Youâre welcome.â
He says nothing else and neither do you. The fear of him being around has subdued, whether it be from him getting used to your presence or not, youâre grateful. Walking on your toes is exhausting enough as it is. From the first training session to now, the two of you have grown closer. Laughs exchanged, quieter moments. None uncomfortable. Enough so that you would consider him a friend, along with Jongho. Despite this, you can't help but let your thoughts wander. It's been so long since you've seen people you actually know. One in particular that you hate you cannot get out of your head. You already have things to deal with on your own.
âYou look like you have a lot on your mind,â he starts, closing the door behind him. He rests on the chair adjacent to yours, sitting down slowly. Ah, so he plans on staying around for a while. âLetting that weight continue will only break you in the end.â
You shrug, âItâs nothing.â
âIf it was nothing you wouldnât look so uncomfortable right now. Itâs fine, Iâd rather not push,â MIngi says. âBut I know from experience that keeping it to yourself is not good. I may not be as comforting as Yunho or Jongho, but Iâm a good listener.â
Is he? His kindness doesnât feel fake. Still, youâre wary of his motives. After a couple more minutes of saying nothing, you push past your fear.
"I don't want to hurt anymore," you stare at your hands, watching as they tremble beneath your gaze. "I'm so tired of hurting so much, I'm tired of caring so much. He left me. He promised he wouldn't and he did. He left me, Mingi. HeâŠ" Your fists curled into themselves. "And the more I think about it the more pathetic I sound. I've been through that moment over and over again, trying to figure out what I've done, what I didn't see. But I was faithful to him, I did everything for us. I wasn't selfish. I loved him with everything that I have. And he still left me alone. Just like everyone else does. And I can't even ask him why he did it because he just left. He's gone."
A slow breath drags from between your lips. "And here I am, talking to an Unseelie about it. You probably think I'm pathetic or â"
"You keep using that word," Mingi narrows his eyes, thinking. "Pathetic. Like it's pathetic to feel emotions strongly. You know that you're allowed to feel, right?" He leans over, covering your outstretched hands with his. Heâs warm. "I can't calm down your heart or tell you it will be okay, because I am just an Unseelie. We don't give empty promises. But what I can say is that you're not pathetic. His absence hurts. And you're allowed to be hurt. But you are not pathetic, y/n. Do you understand?"
There is some hesitance. Slowly, he reaches out, hand hovering over your cheek. He places it, flattening it against your skin. You warily lean into his palm. "You are not pathetic, okay?"
Eyes closed, you nod. "... Okay."
"You don't believe your words," Mingi frowns.
"Saying it and believing it are two different things."
âI told you to not lie when I can tell,â he says sharply. Thereâs no malice in it, frustration perhaps. But not anger. He pulls his hand away from you, standing. âGet some sleep. Weâll start again tomorrow.â
He leaves you alone on the porch. You tuck your knees close, the breeze chilly against your skin. You donât realize it yourself, but that brief moment with him turned things for you. For some very strange reason, your thoughts no longer rested on your ex. Instead, they lingered on them. On everything that's happened since you've arrived.
They lingered on Mingi.
â
Seonghwa still hasnât taken you back into his lab. You sit in the living room on a loveseat, eyes glued to the rest of the Unseelie. Most are here except Yunho and Seonghwa, speaking to each other about various things. San and Yeosang entwined on the seat across from you. His arm wrapped around the waist of Yeosang, words soft and quick. Almost too intimate for you to look at longer than a couple of seconds. Jongho flipping through pages of another book he has, likely given to him by San. Mingi beside him, eating an apple as he stares at nothing.
And then thereâs the last two.
The feeling is subtle, at first. Hongjoong and Wooyoung laugh together. Hands roaming along each other's arms, legs entangled as they show each other the potions they have created. Annoyed glances filled with fondness. It is something that you've lost since Soobin left. Affection, especially around others, was never something he quite enjoyed. Sure, holding hands or embracing for a moment. But never this â effortless care. Whether it be from embarrassment of townsfolk noticing the two of you, or uncomfort. But watching them as an outsider just makes the feeling rise, chest throbbing. Ah, now you understand the feeling.
Envy.
"Hold this," You jump. Mingi touches your own hand with his fingers, dragging yours open to place a gray stone on your palm. "It will help that heart of yours."
Your hand closes around it, brows furrowed. "Is there something wrong?"
"You tell me. I could hear it from across the room. Thumping away."
âThanks.â
He merely nods.
ây/n,â Jongho calls from the other side of the room. Pauses in conversation stop for a moment as he walks over, book held out to you. You take it from his hands, glancing over the words. You quickly recognize it as the Giving Tree, a novel read to you when you were a child. Jongho looked furious as he stood above you, frown only deepening. âIt canât just be a stump at the end.â
âIsn't it devastating?â San says from his spot. âI knew it'd bother you.â
Jongho turns to look at San, a scowl crossing his lips. âI wanted an entertaining tale. You gave me a book about a selfish human child.â
San shrugs, âMaybe it would finally let you let me borrow some of your things ââ
âAbsolutely not,â Jongho sighs. âYou see what he does? He's just a nuisance.â
âWell it's one of my favorite stories,â you say, flipping through the pages. âUnconditional love with a price; hoping that it's returned but it never really is.â
âA silly story,â Mingi murmurs, but he takes the book from your hand, humming as he walks away, Jongho following close behind him. You could hear his low voice grumbling something about his book being taken away. Your eyes look over to Yeosang and San. This time, San stares at you. There isn't exactly any anger in it now, but an emotion you can't pin. It's unlike anything you've ever seen from him.
âThey always bicker,â Wooyoung says, glancing back. âDon't worry too much about it solaris, a little fight won't hurt them.â
Well you aren't exactly worried about it. You don't bother responding to him, sinking yourself deeper into the couch.
ây/n.â
His smooth voice speaks through the air. Avoiding his gaze would only cause his irritation to grow, so you look at him. He holds a knife in his hand, peeling off the skin of an apple. He looks at you as he does so, taking a small bite.
âYou're allowed to go.â
Everyone in the room looks at Hongjoong. The expressions range from shocked to confused. Hongjoong ignores them entirely, taking another bite. âAfter Yeosang and Wooyoung completed their assignment, the threat was subdued. Of course, you could have left weeks ago. All of us just needed to be sure it was safe. We put a spell around your home. No Seelie would be able to enter. No faerie can visit you aside from us. I thought you'd like to know that you can leave at any time. We would need you from time to time, but now, there's no immediate threat. And even if there were, you'd be able to take care of it better now.â
Yeosang leans up from his spot, âHyungââ
Hongjoong holds up his hand. âAny further discussion can be done privately. y/n, leave when you'd like. None of us will stop you. And if they try,â he looks at Wooyoung as he says his next words. âThey will be dealt with.â
âThis isn't a joke?â You ask, slowly standing from your spot. The thought of finally being in your own home, your own place â you didn't realize how much you've missed it until this very moment. Hongjoong nods, and you would hug him if he weren't Hongjoong. Instead, you leave the room promptly. They all watch you go, presumably to your room to grab your things.
Wooyoung shakes his head, âHongjoong, our mission wasn't successful. We did nothing to deter the Seelies. They'll come for her when they see we're not around.â
âYou think I don't know that?â Hongjoong frowns, chewing slowly. âSeonghwa hasn't made any progress and Yunho cannot do experiments right now. We have no use for her other than entertainment. And wouldn't you rather our home be free of humans? Or has she hooked herself so deeply into your body you can't live without?â
âI want her,â Wooyoung whispers. âWhy would you send her away?â
âShe doesn't love you,â Hongjoong snorts. âIt'll be a pity if you continue to delude yourself.â
âA bit harsh, hyung,â Yeosang says, moving out of Sans embrace. âIf you spoke to us prior he might have been able to prepare and take the news well. Insteadââ
âYou know my thoughts. She was never going to stay forever. You all know this.â He passes his half eaten apple to Wooyoung, stepping around him. âI must inform Seonghwa. Discuss amongst yourselves, but it is done. She will be gone.â He waves, tucking his hand in his pockets.
Yeosang wastes no time in moving close to his partner. He can see his body begin to crumble, irises trembling at the news. His arms wrap about his mates, whispering quiet words to him.
âShe's leaving, Yeo,â Wooyoung grips his shirt.
âShe's leaving me again.â
â
You shove your clothing into your bag, quickly trying to pack up enough. Hoping that Hongjoong doesn't change hid mind about this. All you've known for a few months now is this mansion, this home that is and never will be yours. Being free, cord snapped, feels so ⊠exhilarating. Never have you felt so much enjoyment to go back to that silly little down and the old bookstore. Resting on your hard mattress â ecstacy.
The bitter feeling burns your throat. Leaving them behind after knowing them for a while. Your heart hurts, to say the least. Though you kept your eyes on Hongjoongâs face as he told you the news, it wasn't only to digest it. It was to keep yourself steady, keep your thoughts solid. If your gaze ever wavered, looked over at one of the others â you would have thought twice. And if you let these thoughts stay for a while longer, you would have stayed. And that realization is enough for you to run out of here without looking back. No goodbyes. No greetings. Nothing that would make your feelings pause.
No one is in the hallways as you walk through, bag tucked beneath your arm. You step outside, rain splattering against your cheeks. As if the forest is mourning your departure. You hold your jacket above your head as you walk down the path. The feelings are too much for you to try and decipher right now.
You were in a loving relationship that ended and Soobin disappeared, leaving just a note behind. Whatever feeling that's dwelling within you right now is not what you think. You're just heartbroken, and lonely. And they're here.
It's nothing more than that.
The rain spills over the sides of the jacket, splashing against your skin. You flinch as it enters your eyes, strands of your hair sticking to your face. Just a few more steps, a few more and you'll be out of here. You won't have to see them again. You'd be free of faeries. You'd finally let go of these strange feelings.
"Won't you let me take you home?" A shimmering cloud rises from the darkness. Wooyoung conjures up in front of you, arms crossed against his chest. You stop on the path, a sigh escaping your lips.
"The bus is fine."
"Waiting for it in the downpour? What if it's late?"
You maneuver around him, frowning, "Then I'll walk."
"You live ten kilometers from our home." His footsteps follow close behind you. "And it would be safer to be with us."
"I need to get in a workout, anyway."
âYou can wait a while.â
âWooyoung,â you step over a pile of rocks. âHongjoong told me I can go. Stop trying to stop me from leaving. This is my choice.â
âI'm not trying to stop you, solaris. I know this is your decision. But I can't help but wonder. Is it because of that estranged boyfriend of yours?" He asks, appearing in front of you again. "Is that why you're hesitant to stay over longer? Worried you're committing adultery?"
"He left me," you say through your teeth. "He has no hold over me. And I wouldn't be committing adultery since we were never married."
"Then why are you afraid of your emotions?" He tilts his head, pouting. "You care and yet you run. Everyday you spend with us you pretend to not care for us. Is that just something humans do? Run from the emotions they feel?"
"I don't have time for this Wooyoung."
Wooyoung steps closer, your foot stumbling over the saturated grass. He catches you with ease, arm hooking around your torso, pulling you close to his chest. His face is barely a breath away from you. Just as you're about to tell him you're fine, his grip tightens.
"How long will we have to wait?" His tone is soft. "For your shame of loving Unseelies to fade away?"
"I don't â"
He hums, shaking his head, "Ah ah. Don't you remember? I can't lie." He leans forward, lips hovering just over yours. "I hope we can stop playing pretend one day, my pretty solaris. I hope you can see how easily we shine together. Because I am very much drowning in my affection for you and desperately clawing for a reprieve that only your confession can grant. It is a bit pathetic," He steadies you, face pulling away from yours. The warmth of your body consumes you from his touch. If he notices it he does not mention it. He bows.
"You better catch your bus or else I'll truly have to keep you to myself," his lip lifts, gesturing in front of you. He dissipates into the night, your hurried steps running out the forest and onto the bus. There are very few others on it as it drives off, your eyes flicking out the window. For a moment you think you see the shimmer of gold between the trees.
-
âI told her you would come for her. And now that sheâs gone, weâre delayed on our experimentation.â
âI said I couldnât do anything right now without Yunho,â Seonghwa explains simply, flipping through his pages. âIâve told you this countlessly but you chose not to listen. And you decided to let her go, not I.â
âThe humans were noticing her disappearance along with her old mate,â Hongjoong pauses. âIt would have brought us great exhaustion if they continued questioning what happened. I had to let her go for now.â
âThen thereâs that, are we done with this conversation?â Seonghwa glances up from his research, looking across to Hongjoong. He sits on the seat that you used to occupy whenever you entered the laboratory, fingers dragging along the armrest. Somehow the action annoyed him, brow furrowing. âHongjoong?â
âWe havenât seen you join us for dinners.â
âIâve been occupied.â
âOccupied enough to not show your face?â He tilts his head. âIâm sure she desired your presence as well, but youâve hidden yourself in here. What could be the reason why?â
Heâs prying. Seonghwa sees it, knows heâs itching for him to tell the truth. Having a back and forth with him is the last thing he wants right now, head throbbing at the thought. So he sighs, shaking his head. "My mind isnât itself. I want her so desperately, it's making me unreasonable, makes me want to be by her side," Seonghwa grips the desk, thinking. "This is a new sensation for me."
"This is what happens when you've rejected every advance I've given you your whole life," Hongjoong sings, hanging on the edge of the seat. "And now all you want to do is feel her around your cock because you barely fuck anyone."
The familiar warmth coats his cheeks, looking away from Hongjoong. "How vulgar. No wonder the others don't speak to you about these things."
"Is it not true?" His brow raises. "I saw as you watched her hold the knife in her hand. Her soft, human fingers wrapped around it so tightly. The way she looked for help, her lips," Hongjoong sighs, falling back into the cushions. "If I were her partner, I'd never move close to faerie territory. Why risk someone so delectable? Because of a silly dream of yours? Quite stupid."
"You're too horny to think straight. And you're only enchanted with her because she does not fall for our usual ploys. And now even more since she isn't as human as we once thought."
âI am only interested in power, Seonghwa. And she is the epitome of that. AndâŠâ he scoffs, "Me? Horny?" In the typical Hongjoong fashion, he picks at only one portion of the conversation. "You're the one clenching the table in the middle of a woe is me moment. You can barely stand straight," Hongjoong's eyes flick to his slacks. "Better take care of that. And besides, she will enjoy us."
"Saying it does not make it true. Our hands are tainted. Hongjoong. Once she finds out that we have ruined her life with her partner, she will despise us. We are tainted. Do you not see it? All of your sweet nothings, soft words to her will not work. None of it will work. There not passes a day where she does not mention him."
"But she desires us, no?"
"She does," he admits. "But she yearns for him much more. I fear there will never come a day where she does not. It is like⊠it feels like she is one of us. Once we choose a mate, we will never move on from it."
"She's a human."
"As far as we know, yes. But Hongjoongâ"
"That means there's a chance that we will change her mind," Hongjoong murmurs. "We can change her."
"Is it wise? Shouldn't we just⊠leave her?"
It's as if Hongjoong does not hear at all what Seonghwa is saying, brows scrunched in thought. He looks at his mate, swallowing. "We can change it Seonghwa. She will never move on from him unless he comes back and tells her he doesnât want her,â Hongjoong murmurs, eyes flicking across the patterns in the rug. âAnd he was killed before we could force him to do it.â
âThereâs no going back,â Seonghwa concures.
âI agree, thereâs not. But we can do something so her mourning period ends quicker.â
âAnd that is?â
A strange look crosses his face. "I need Mingi."
His eyes widen slightly, âHongjoong, we shouldnât.â Just as Seonghwa raises his hand and begins to whisper, Hongjoong dissipates in an instant, leaving the eldest alone. Seonghwa lets go of the table, pacing back and forth. He can handle this. You're just a human, nothing more. He can handle this inane desire on his own. He can handle what Mingi is going to do. Even if his own thoughts seemingly cry out to run to you, to take you as his own. He can push past that. He grabs his research, flipping through.
Seonghwa stared at the book in his hands, his eyes wide with disbelief. He had read it over and over again, but he couldn't believe what he was seeing. There, in black and white, was the answer to the question that had been haunting him for months.
He had always known that you were different from other humans since the first moment he caught your eye. You had never been truly afraid of him, even when he had first revealed his true nature to you. You had never been seduced by his beauty or his power. You had always seen him for who he was, a faerie, and you had accepted him anyway.
But now he knew why you were different. You were immune because you were not a faerie nor human at all. He had never met another being like you before. He didn't know if there were others like you out there. He didn't know if you were the only one. He didn't even know that these creatures existed. He assumed it was just folklore.
He ripped out the page, pinning it to his board. The word stands out, bold and underlined.
#fic: wonderwall#ateez x reader#ot8 x reader#mingi x reader#hongjoong x reader#san x reader#jongho x reader#wooyoung x reader#ref:#seonghwa x reader#yeosang x reader#yunho x reader#erm.... there will probably be a delay in the upcoming chapters... christmas time is upon us fdksdfkl
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A Wild Fix: Part 1.5?
Pairing: Platonic!Butcher x Supe!Reader
Summary: 3 weeks into your alliance with The Boys, you and Butcher go through the Vought Database. Butcher being curious about a Supe he's never heard of leads him to put together a plan that's less than safe. But does he listen to your warnings? Of course not.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: Exposition, mentions of casinos, mention of suicide
Notes: Hey ya'll! Long time no see! You're probably wondering what the fuck this is. As you may have noticed I haven't posted anything in a few days. This is because when I got into writing Part 2, it became A LOT more complex and involved than I intended, including new characters and a sharp left turn in the story line that I didn't plan. Considering the results from the pole, I figured no one would really be mad if I did this. Part 1.5 is A LOT of exposition, setting up the actual second installment of the series. I could have made Part 2 longer, but it was way past how many words I wanted to have in each installment. I didn't want to call this an actual part two, because this alone isn't long enough to qualify as its own part, so...âš1.5âš As you can most likely tell, I'm not following the canon plot exactly, I find that to be EXTREMELY boring. I know it's something that some people don't love, but at the end of the day it's creative writing and I enjoy doing it. Here is a link to Part 1 if you missed it! The official part 2 of A Wild Fix will be out very soon, but for now, enjoy this expositional interlude from our good lad, William Butcher.
It was safe to say that, since your first meeting? You and Frenchie didnât get along very well. You had been running with The Boys for almost a month now, yet the two of you couldnât agree on a single thing. But honestly? That didn't really matter to you. He didn't seem like the kind of person you wanted to be close with, anyway.
You had adjusted pretty well to this double standard of life, working for Vought, and working with The Boys. You were very careful, and there hadnât been any close callsâŠyet. As for adjusting to the basement hideout? That didn't necessarily get any easier. You had carved out a little spot for yourself in one of the less occupied corners, just big enough to set your computer down, and maybe put a cup of coffee off to the side. And at the moment, that's where you sat. Working out time to help out wasnât very hard. You were a member of The Seven, yes, but due to your powers, you were more of an alternate. You still went to meetings, and you still lived in the tower, you just weren't sent out as much. Butcher had requested that you dig into a few things for him in the Vought database. The Vought database had become available to you since you signed the contract with the company. It didnât contain anything majorly world shattering, just some more detailed info on every Supe that had ever been involved with the company, including deceased, and currently active Supes. The info pages almost reminded you of trading cards, you laughed to yourself at the thought. It almost made you wonder why Vought hadnât cashed in on some sort of trading card game.
âSomething funny, love?â Butcher asked. You could see him approaching from behind in the reflection of your laptop screen.
âYeah, actuallyâŠâ You said, beckoning him over. Butcher crouched down next to your chair, looking at the computer screen. âDonât those stats kinda look like trading cards? I mean, even the way itâs set up. Surprised Vought hasnât cashed in on that yet.â Butcher raised a brow and leaned a bit closer to the screen, letting out a small âhmphâ sound.Â
âYouâre not wrong.â He examined the screen for a moment. âSo you can see every Supe that's ever been involved with the company?â You nodded.
âFor the most part, yes. But usually if there's anything they need to hide, the Supe goes to whoever runs the database and asks for that piece of information to be taken off of it. Itâs actually in the contract somewhere, in the fine print, if I remember.â Butcher gave a small hum of acknowledgement.
âSo if I had to guess, Homelander doesn't even have a file?â He asked. You narrowed your eyes towards the screen as you clicked out of the file you were on, and searched Homelanderâs name in the top bar. When the file came up, you clicked it. Low and beholdâŠ? Not much. Just his in-company stats, The Seven logo, showing his affiliation with the group, and the year he had been signed onto the company.Â
âYeahâŠnothing much. Most of The Seven are like this, actually. If I remember correctlyâŠâ You clicked out of Homelanderâs file, and clicked on the search bar again. You went to type in âMaeve,â but Butcher stopped you, placing his finger over one of the file cards on the screen.
âWhoâs that bloke?â He asked. You raised a brow and moved his finger out of the way. He had been pointing to a file card for the Supe named Mixer, who belonged to a new Vought owned Supe team that had been gaining steam recentlyâŠResidency. Vought had always sort of branded it as the new age Payback, but it was more of a marketing thing. The Supes on the team were legit, powerful, and some of them popularâŠBut it definitely wasn't anything close to Payback. Mixer, admittedly, was one of the more known Supeâs on the team. He had been a musician first, gaining popularity from his young start in the industry. And as soon as Vought could get its bloodstained hands on the poor guy? He was signed on. Now? He had a residency at Planet Vought Casino & Resort in Las Vegas, and a spot in Residency.
âThat's Mixer. Heâs around my age, I thinkâŠSuper popular in the music industry.â You explained, clicking on his file card.
âYou knowâim?â He asked. You shook your head as you scrolled through his file.Â
âI met him at a convention a few years back, around this time of year actuallyâŠHe seemed kinda full of himself. He has a residency now, though, kinda ironic, at Voughtâs casino in Las Vegas.â You explained. Butcher nodded, clearly thinking.
âHow is it ironic?â He asked.
âMixer is part of a Supe team too, but the team is called Residency. So I thought it was kinda funny that he had an actual residency-â Butcher cut you off.
âAnother Supe team? Owned by Vought?â You nodded.
âYeah. It's him, Klepto, Bloodshot, Laugh Track, Void-â Butcher cut you off again, before you could even finish naming the members.
âThe convention you met him atâŠWas it a Supe convention?âÂ
âYeah. But not like the crazy fan ones. It's by invite only. All of Voughts Supes go, itâs a huge event. They invite new, upcoming Supes, and Vought investors. Itâs a 3 day affair. They usually hold it at the Casino location that's here in the city, though, not the one in Vegas.â You turned your head to look at him, narrowing your eyes. What was he thinking?
âYou said it was around this time of year?â He asked, turning the laptop towards himself so he could scroll.
âYeah, usually towards the middle of fallâŠWhy do you ask?â You raised a brow.
âIâm assuming you're invited?â He asked, the smirk on his face growing.
âYeah, like I said, most contracted Supes are there. Annie is going too, we kinda have toâŠYouâre not thinking what I think you areâŠright?â You asked, narrowing your eyes once again.
âThat's exactly what Iâm thinking, love.â He chuckled and stood up. âA whole casino full of Supes and Vought officials? That's practically an information gold mine. And with your connections? Weâre bound to uncover something. Do you get a plus one or anythin likeâat?â
âIâm pretty sure contracted Supes get two guest passes, but this is out of the question, Butcher. Digging at a Vought run Supe convention? Itâs suicide for anyone involved.â You said, closing your computer. This wasn't a good idea, not even in the slightest.
âSo if both you and Hughieâs girl go, that's four guest passes between the two of you?â He asked.
âYes but-â Butcher cut you off before you could protest.
âJust enough passes for Hughie, MM, Frenchie, and meself. Itâs settled, then, love.â Butcher gave a smug smile and patted your shoulder. You cringed internally. Butcher wouldnât take no for an answerâŠand you didnât favor the idea of being on his bad side.
 If you were caught, no, if any of you were caught snooping around at this convention? Youâd be dead before you could leave the buildingâŠor worse.
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And that's the end of my exposition bomb. Again, Part 2 is coming very soon, and I'm sorry that I had to break it up like this. This series became more involved than intended, as you can probably see. More information regarding Residency and its significance is to comeđ Stay tuned to get back to your regularly scheduled Frenchie x Reader content <3 Adieu!
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Benâs Big BL Blurb 2: Fall is Finally Here
I am simply too busy with worth, family, other hobbies, and life to write about every show in real time anymore. Iâm sorry to all the Stray Thoughts readers whoâve reached out about whether I would pick that back up, and I simply just do not have the time to do them anymore. Instead, Iâll try to do one of these as often as I can to catch up on things.
First, letâs go over some shows I finished recently that I donât think I wrote much about.
First Note of Love
I was so happy to see Michael back on screen, and I was glad to see that heâs still able to get great chemistry with his co-star. Unfortunately, I donât think this show was very coherent, so I didnât get a lot out of it emotionally. It was a pretty inoffensive watch overall, and thus an easy show to put on without having to work through too much. I liked the work between everyone, and Mei Lei was such a fun character. Probably wonât return to this one, though.Â
Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo
This is probably the show of the year for me. Thereâs so much I loved about this show. I loved that the characters had sex, but were neither rewarded nor punished for it; their sex didnât solve any problems. I also really love how this show explored how childhood trauma expresses in two different kinds of boys, and I love that we got to see a bully reckon with his actions and get closure. I love that this show ended with them being kinda poor, but happy together. I love how messed up they both were about everything. I loved that Juyeong wasnât stupid, and could read what was going on.
I clearly need to write a separate post to unpack everything I felt in this show.
Letâs move on to what Iâm watching currently, in no particular orderâŠstarting with the lesbians, and then the worst BLs.
Apple My Love
Genuinely having fun with this GL. I like how quickly most of the drama plays out. Itâs giving me quite a bit of secondhand embarrassment, but I like the characterizations in this show. This new production house brought us Knock Knock, Boys! and Monster Next Door this year. We need to keep an eyes on them.Â
Haunted Hearts
Iâm so fascinated by Oxin Films teaming up with Regal Entertainment. The leads are very attractive, but the cinematography is really boring. Iâm trying to stay invested, but itâs kind of a sleepy watch. Also amused that they started airing a ghost romance right after Halloween ended. Iâve kind of moved on emotionally from the season.
My Damn Business
This show could be good, but itâs not. I struggled with episode 5 because our lead looked more relaxed and happier with his senior than the guy heâs getting into a romance with. Thereâs something missing here in this one, but I canât exactly put my finger on it. I think itâs primarily a side effect of the short run time, but I think the bossâs interest isnât landing properly for the employee to respond to.Â
Eccentric Romance
This show could be good, but itâs not. Still, I am obsessed with a murder mystery being the primary source of confusion between our leads. I was willing to forgive this show a lot of its rough edges, but it failed to handle the turn from friendship to sexual/romance really well. I feel like our guys just started dating and having sex, and Iâm a bit frustrated that they didnât talk about it really at all, particularly since this show features two different languages spoken on screen. Genuinely looking forward to seeing how this one finishes.Â
See Your Love
Iâm not sure this show is exactly working that well, but everyone is very pretty and Iâm having a decent time watching it. I like the way Shao Peng stands up for himself, and I like that nothing thatâs happened has been totally unbelievable or unreasonable (at least with the mains). Iâll be curious how the hard of hearing and deaf viewers respond to this one once itâs complete.Â
Love is Like a Poison
This show is actually so funny. I love that Shiba is in his own lawyer genre separate from everyone else, and I really like how the two of these guys have become a team. Iâm curious how they manage to resolve the scamming next week, but this has been the most unexpected dynamic of the year.Â
Love in the Air: Koi no Yukon
MAME won this year, yâall. We all have complicated feelings about her, but sheâs secured a loving adaptation from a Japanese team thatâs put solid effort into bringing her characters to life. Every character feels correct compared to their Thai counterpart we saw on screen, and thatâs a strong sign that the writing behind MAMEâs work is strong, even if we all have issues with the way she tackles certain themes. Iâm really impressed with this adaptation, and really like this version of Rain.I also feel like this show is doing a better job blending the forthcoming couple focus shift.
Our Youth
We just got this show, but damn does it feel sharp! Iâm always going to be a sucker for a cinephile character, and Iâm so compelled by the way Minase is drawn to Hirukawa. The scene in episode 2 where Minase has to leave Hirukawaâs house might be one of the most impressive sequences weâve had in a while, requiring a great deal of choreography and effort from the actors and the camera crew to pull off, and Iâm excited to see how these characters split and then come back together.Â
Smells Like Green Spirit
Let me just say that I need another Abe Alan appearance when he isnât playing a character doing horrible things to his students. Iâve enjoyed meditating on the 90s with this show and what that era felt like. Iâve liked how the show has tried to focus on how different parents (especially the moms) have responded to their kids coming to terms with themselves. Iâve also really enjoyed the friendship thatâs grown between Mishima and Kirino. Iâm struggling with Yumeno a lot, because Iâm really not a friend of bully romances. Still, I feel like this is one of those shows Iâll remember for a long time because of its focus on the 90s.Â
Blue Canvas of Youthful Days
I think @lurkingshan covered reactions to episode 5 and episode 6 better than I could, and I loved @twig-tea giving context for the film history moment in episode 6. I remember screaming into the chat for friends to show up for this when I got to that moment. This show has two great pairs of dynamics going on that mirror well. Itâs got such a strong handle on its charactersâ motivations and how they would respond to the actions from each other. Itâs probably the tightest thing Iâm watching now, backed by extremely dialed-in performances. I will be thinking about Qi Lu organizing his potential first kiss with Qin Xiao, and how unapologetic heâs been about the entire affair. Heâs being selfish here, but I kinda like it. Iâm so thankful that we are somehow still getting this show, because goddamn do the Chinese actors deliver on chemistry sometimes.
Interview With the Vampire Season 2
I finished this with a friend last week, and holy fuck is this show still so, so good. We watch a lot of gay romance because of BL, and I am having so much fun watching the show about gay divorce. I loved the time we spent in Paris, Danielâs shifting role in the narrative, and the new insights we got into Lestat this season. I will miss Claudia so much, and I have to give a standing ovation to Delainey Hayles stepping into the role of Claudia and doing the damn thing this season. I just love seeing my little fucked up gay people torment each other on screen.
I'm still thinking about Louis and Lestat reuniting in a hurricane after Claudia derided this as yet another chapter in their stormy romance.
Dropped Shows
Unfortunately, everyone canât win. Some of these shows are just too long for me to keep up with them, and oftentimes I get bored. Iâve currently dropped:
Lovesick 2024 - I may go back. Weâll see
Jack & Joker - Itâs just too long, and they just killed Jennie and a kid. Iâm good.
Fourever You - Iâm bored with Earth always playing this character type.
Pluto - Namtam and Film are beautiful, but this looks too messy right now.
Every You, Every Me - Wasnât intrigued after episode 1, but the commentary may draw me back.
Kidnap - Ohm is not enough to keep me invested in this show.Â
Uncle Unknown - How did they make a 6 minute show feel slow?
Iâm genuinely not trying to be harsh to Thai shows out here, but I just do not have the time to keep up with all of them when theyâre this long and dragging.
Thanks for stopping by, and let me know if thereâs something I missed that I should check out.
#Ben watches#first note of love#let free the curse of taekwondo#apple my love#haunted hearts#my damn business#eccentric romance#see your love#love is like a poison#doku koi: doku mo sugireba koi to naru#love in the air koi#love in the air: koi no yokan#our youth#miseinen#smells like green spirit#blue canvas of youthful days#interview with the vampire#bl series#japanese bl#thai gl#taiwanese bl#chinese bl#filipino bl#korean bl
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Furry Companion
welp here it is, ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce of the storyline of arc 1 written by @talesfromawannabejournalistand and @kittenfangirl20
also special thanks to @rius-cave for giving me some inspiration for the plot, and thanks to @helluvahazbins for giving me inspiration for the Hellhound character and her appearance from their own art.
@kittenfangirl20 see at end of notes
Lucifer knew there would be a day like this would eventually come. Since the moment Adam woke up in Hell as a sinner and fallen angel Lucifer had vowed have him protected and happy at all times. It was the least he could do after all he did to him. In the beginning it was easy to keep him entertained as he mainly stayed in his room. He stayed in the hotel all the time so he wasnât worried too worried about it.
But now, especially since they officially got together, Luciferâs been busy more with his work as King, he canât be by Adamâs side all the time and Adam was wanting to go out more. Plus Adam needed someone, a companion. Sure he had Angel Dust but that was about it. It didnât help that the other residents, beside Angel and Charlie, were outright hostile towards him. Lucifer swore that if it wasnât Hell itself Adam needed to watch out for Vaggie and Alastor and maybe even Nifty but for a whole other reason.
In any event Adam needed a companion, his own hellhound, which is why they were both at a an adoption clinic with the head director walking past kennel after kennel of teens with her going on about the different potentials of each hound. Adam was growing bored and to be honest a bit annoyed at being dragged here by Lucifer. He thought this whole adoption process with Hell hounds was weird, they were treated almost like pets. Yes, they had an animal appearance but they were sentient just like the rest of the demons in Hell. As he was thinking about it in the corner of his eye a movement caught his eye.
There in the back was a young hellhound, who appeared to be female, she appeared to be 12-14 years old. She had the appearance of husky and wolf dog mixed together with dark fur and and long black hair that covered a part of her face. However, when she looked up he saw both her eyes as they flashed red and she growled at him.
Director: sir please stay away from that kennel specifically weâve had incidents in the past where some male adopters got too close and lost a hand to her. Letâs just say sheâs just too unstable to be a good guard for you
Lucifer: come on my dear Iâm sure there are plenty others for you to choose from
Adam: yeah you go ahead Luci I think Iâm just uh gonna go to the bathroom
Lucifer raised an eyebrow but ultimately shrugged following the lady in charge as she showed Lucifer the other hounds. Adam waited till they were out of ear shot then turned his attention back to the girl who was just glaring at him waiting for him to do something
Adam: um hi
She didnât respond
Adam: my names Adam, whatâs yours?
???: Lydia
Adam gave her a smile
Adam: itâs a pretty name
Instead of a smile she instead bared her teeth and scooted even further deep into her kennel
Lydia: the fuck did you just say!?
Adam: I said itâs a pretty name
Lydia: Get the fuck away from me before I tore open your guts for all of Hell to see!
When Adam didnât move away from the bars she let out an intimidating bark
Lydia: what the fuck do you want!?
Adam: Nothing I just wanted your name
Lydia: well you know my name now you can go back to your royal boy toy and pick out a good hellhound, just just please go away and leave me alone
Adam stared at Lydia, even though she was telling him to go, deep down inside he knew thatâs not what she wanted. Looking at her was like looking at himself when he was in a similar position not just when he revived here in Hell but when he was left abandoned over and over again in his life. Scared, confused, and lashing out at everyone because it was the only way to express how she was feeling. At that moment he knew that he couldnât let her stay here. Exhaling he stepped away from the bars and crouched a little to make himself appear less intimidating to her. Adam: Lydia, you can say no to this, butâŠI can take you away from here, would you like that?
Lydia stood up from her cot and took slow small steps over to him. Adam could see her full height being at 5â7. As she got closer he could see her guard was still up until she was standing right in front of him. Lydia stared down deep into Adamâs eyes and even though she didnât know why, she didnât feel in danger by this sinner. In fact she felt her walls tore down as she saw nothing but earnestness in them as he seemed like genuinely wanted to help her. Tears started to form in her eyes as she looked down and gave her answer
Lydia: âŠ..yes
alright Kitten, hoped you liked it now itâs your turn
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carrot at the end of a stick
Desc.: meet cute⊠but is it really
Characters: IMPLIDED RELATIONSHIP Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto
Reader: not explicitly yuu
t/w: implied non-descriptive cannibalism
why is it all in bullet points? idk :> one day i will flesh this idea out, but i just really wanted to get this out before my dreams for the next few days is just this lol.
"And⊠let's talk about your love life."
It was a quiet afternoon on the pier; a summer buzz blanketing the residences of the shore as the rumble of the rollercoaster in the distance groaned. One such man had taken shelter from the sweltering heat in the cloth-covered stall of the fortune teller.
The guy in front of him was⊠shady to say the least; the man was in a pressed suit in the middle of summer, gloves and jacket and all.
He was sceptical, but he was also incredibly bored. So, agreeing, he splayed his hand palm-side up.
He peered over his glasses frame. "It'll be extra for that."
Tsk.
"Aha, dear customer. It seems you'll be having an encounter that'll change your life very, very, soon."
âA man, oh it kinda looks more like a woman-- well the encounter will definitely be with a person. Hmm, well it seems to be on the shoreline. Perhaps heading north-- in the eveningâŠâ blah blah blah
Well he's killing time at least and itâs not the worst place to be rotting his summer away in.
Exiting the tent he revels in the sticky, salty air and heads down the steps towards the shoreline.
He'd like to dip his toes in the water, kill the heat some more.
And then he sees them.
He sees you.
You're certainly a sight for sore eyes. Flushed from the sun, digging your feet in the sand. You sway gently with the waves, rhythmically matching the seas tune. The sun behind you douses you in liquid gold. It's like your clothing is just artistically draped onto you, white silk against your skin. There are shells piled into your arms, cradled as you continue to collect, bend and gently poke into the ground.
He's a long ways from you but it's like the world around him silences-- enraptured. He can no longer hear the sound of mechanical enjoyment, the rollercoasters and man-ran stalls. No sounds of children crying or couples bickering. Just the sounds of the waves accenting you.
And you're getting further and further away, shyly toeing towards the half-submerged tide pools.
He has half a mind to not bother you. It's a bit weird to trail after you, isn't it? You hadn't even noticed him as you were minding your own business.
But the words come back to him, the same way the water laps at his shoes.
"An encounterâŠ"
At first he's only walking towards where you've disappeared over the horizon. The leisurely pace he treads, a product of hyping himself up for conversing with you, if you're still in the area. But then he hears a short yell and his heart staccatos.
Chasing after you is easy, sand being flicked up with every gallop towards your direction.
There's butterflies in his stomach from how your voice was carried in the wind-- is that what you sounded like when you were hurt? Or was it a yelp of surprise? Even scared, you sound so...
He scolds himself for even thinking of the other sounds you'd make.
When he reaches you, you're drenched and sat on a sloped rock.
The tide pool itself is shaped like a crescent, the open mouth leading directly to the sea-- and the waves are really working up a storm, as the tide has gotten inches higher from where it was just a few hours ago. At the centre of the crescent shape from where you're sat is a small rock pathway.
Your face is contorted, eyebrows furrowed and mouth pressed to a thin line. Slumped over your leg, you clutch at the leaking wound at the side of your shin.
"Oh god, are you alright?" He calls out to you, body leaning in your direction. It's cute how you jolt to attention, dishevelled.
At first it looks like you're analysing him, and so he tries, "I'm not here to harm you." Palms facing up, showing that he had nothing of a potential threat on his person. "I⊠I just heard a shout-- a scream. I thought someone needed help and youâŠ"
"I scraped my leg⊠But⊠Uh, I'll be alright."
Your voice is light, fluffy even. He soaks it into his system like a sponge and wishes you'd talk more-- god he'd do anything to make you talk more--
"Do you need help?" Dumbass, he thinks to himself, of course you need help. He'd reprimand himself further if his mind hadn't frozen at the way your lips curved to a smile.
"It'd be nice if you could help me," calling out to him you kind of beckon him with your hand. "Come. Come help me." Stumbling to the edge, he prepares to step.
"What's your name?" He's afraid of coming off a bit too strong, but he needs to know. He can feel the water seeping into the canvas of his sneakers, pooling at his toes, but he only steps closer with one foot on the first stone of the pathways towards you.
The shape of your name casts into your lips, but the waves at the moment steal your voice. What? What did you say? He can't hear you, and he says so.
Carefully, he commits his weight to the first stone before moving to the next.
It's a short way to you, but he's slow to make his way as the water spits and crashes against the pathway. Torn between you and the stone heâs stood on, his eyes flicker between the two. Your hand is still stretched, as still as a marble statue. Waiting for him. A heat filters to pool in his ears the closer he gets to you. There's a flicker of hope tickling his spine as he imagines the words he'd say when he gets you off this rock-- he'd ask further if you were alright and if maybe you wanted him to accompany you to the lifeguard's tower to get you patched up. You'd say yes and then he'd follow up with shy conversation leading to the eventual exchanging of numbers. Then he'd for sure ask you on a date, maybe visit the small restaurant overlooking the cliffside a short walk away. Circle back to the pier, win you a couple of prizes from the vendors there⊠Visit the fortune teller and give him an extra tip.
He's so close to you now. Balancing on the next rock is hard, and he focuses to where his foot nearly slips. It would be terrible to embarrass himself by falling into the water-- troublesome too from how his shoes would be waterlogged and maybe tangled in the seaweed he could see dancing below.
The next stone is even smaller and he gets why you could've slipped here because, he's swinging his arms to regain his balance. But he sees your hand just in front of him and he clasps his to yours, fingers tightening.
Your smile is so bright, stretching to your eyes as your cheeks squish and mould into something Cheshire like.
He winces, your grip firm.
"Thank you." And he's tumbling as you yank sideways.
Water fills his lungs, salt attacking his tastebuds and stinging his eyes.
No one hears you when you're drowning, especially in the sea. The water crashing against the rocks is already loud in itself, and the fact that you have to fight between sputtering out water and kicking your legs to stay afloat and shouting is a battle in itself.
He screams to you, help him god-damn it. Fucking wench, why did you do that-- he'll actually drown at this rate. You're a bastard for tricking him like that-- a whore.
But your eyes are vacant and unfocused. You donât see him, but youâre looking at his direction.
And then he feels something squeezing his leg. He's kicking harder now, has the thought to untangle the kelp or something he probably accidentally tangled intoâ
When he looks down, he doesn't see a clump of black wrung around him. Instead, there is a pair of half-moon eyes peering from beyond the water, coloured a sandy brown and warning sign yellow.
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The water starts to turn a beautiful pink reminiscent to the colour of the coral and anemones dotting around your home. He, the man, is quick to have been pulled under with a trail of bubbles popping to the surface; at first it stays in once place, before the shape of him thrusts forward-- he rushes through the water like a bullet, tearing to circle the rock you sit upon.
 A warm sensation spreads across your stinging wound. When you look down there are a set of eyes fluttering back at you.
"Jade, stop that..." His tongue slips back into his mouth.
He parts from your calf, propping his head by your thigh, smiling. Floyd surfaces for a minute, eyes peeking back at the two of you. There's little disturbance as he moves almost jerking back and forth before his head fully floats above the water with a satisfied sigh.
"Was that all of him?"
"Dunno,â he burps out. âDefinitely not all of him though.â
âCan you check?â
âWill I get a prize for doing it?â Glaring, you flick droplets at him with your free foot. He splashes back, waving an arm at you.
Clasping the foot, Jade cradles it to his chest. "Then⊠what part did you eat?"
"Dunno. An arm?â
âFloyd.â
âHmph.â He dives back down, body folding to flicker into the deeper waters. After a moment, he resurfaces carrying something by the way he sways a bit more unevenly. âIt was an arm.â
#my writing has been demolished from not writing anything over the summer vv#why is it in bullet points? idk#me when i shower and have time to think#twisted wonderland x reader#floyd leech x reader#jade leech x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#yandere twisted wonderland
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affectionate male s/o hcs ; angel dust
requested by ; đ anon (14/02/24)
fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel
fandom masterlist(s) ; here
character(s) ; angel dust
outline ; âhey, I just saw an update from your blog and was wondering if I could make a request ?!
Angel dust With a male reader boyfriend who is always by his side, and the two of them are always lovey dovey.
You and I definitely know the trauma that Angel Dust has experienced all this time, and I want Angel Dust to be able to share his trauma with his boyfriend so it's not just him.
Thanks in advance đ«
đ-anonâ
note ; this might be a bit shaky in terms of his characterisation because i havenât written for angel dust in a while, but hopefully it isnât too noticeable
warning(s) ; references to angelâs canon traumas, but mostly fluff!
you are, to put it bluntly, the only real bright spot in the dark spiral of pain, abuse, and addiction that has defined the vast majority of angelâs life in hell â and that makes him all the more intensely protective over you
he never breathes so much as a word of your relationship around val or his colleagues and refuses to let you go anywhere near the areas of hell dominated by the vees â and up until a few weeks before the battle with adam, he refused to meet up with you at the hotel and would insist on meeting at another neutral location because he was just so damn scared of you two being seen together and somebody (be that his boss, some weird stalker fan, or someone else) deciding to use you to further hurt him
(or even just to hurt you for the sake of it â you are in hell, after all, and the people heâs associated with over the decades arenât exactly the nicest lot)
all of that being said, when the two of you are together and around the small group of people that angel trusts, heâs more than happy to show off his âcuteâ little boyfriend and smother you in as much affection as you give him (and even more when heâs in the mood for it)
heâs forever touching you when youâre together: holding one of your hands in his own, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you against his side, hugging you from behind and resting his head atop yours when youâre talking to someone, nuzzling his face against your cheek or the crook of your neck, playing with your fur/fluff/hair/wings/tail when youâre sat side by side at the bar, interlocking elbows when youâre walking together, kissing you on the cheek/nose/temple whenever he feels like it, laying down with his face buried in your chest/stomach after a long day (or letting you bury your face in his fluff if youâve had a rough go of it), and even just outright picking you up and carrying you around whenever heâs bored and wants to go hangout in his room with just you and fat nuggets
and, of course, there are a few acts that you can do that never fail to make his day that bit brighter â namely running your hands through his hair when heâs laying on your lap/stomach/chest, and reaching out to grab one of his hands and stroke reassuring circles onto the back of it whenever he seems nervous for whatever reason
(really any genuine display of innocent affection makes his heart melt, but itâs those two that have the best chance of making his performative mask drop and having a real smile slip through onto his face)
truly the list of affectionate displays, both public and private, is endless and angel dust canât get enough â youâre the one that introduced him to this whole âinnocent touching between boyfriendsâ thing, sure, but around nine times out of ten heâs the one that initiates it because he just canât help but want to be close to you all of the time
he gets incredibly pouty and jealous whenever you show affection to other people, even though heâs fully aware that thatâs just who you are and it doesnât mean anything to you â this can be very easily remedied by spoiling him with love, affection, and gifts when you realise whatâs happened, but in the moment in can get a tad awkward because of how over the top flirtatious and possessive angelâs language and behaviour gets (like by the time youâve caught on and dragged him away to talk it over, the other party is left with less than no doubt about the fact that youâre very happily taken and your boyfriend does not like to share)
having someone waiting for him to get home, the promise of affection without expectation and an evening of proper actual aftercare, is what keeps him from spiralling as badly as he used to â you give him that extra bit of motivation that he needs to stay on the straight and narrow (or as close as he can given his contract) and not fall back on those bad habits again
because he doesnât need to ruin himself or drown his emotions in sex and drink and drugs or any of the other shit he used to do when he has you â because he wants to be someone youâre proud of, that youâre proud to be with, and that you can rely on for comfort and support as much as he can rely on you for those things
he wants to be the best person he can be for you and, in the process, he starts to believe more and more in the whole âhazbin hotelâ project that charlie started
you and cherry are the only ones that really get to see the real angel dust on a consistent basis â and youâre the only one who gets to know, and address him by, his real name when youâre alone because he trusts you so much and because it feels much more intimate and ârealâ to be called that by his boyfriend rather than the stage name that everyone knows him by
because the two of you are basically attached at the hip when youâre together, angel ends up missing you very intensely when youâre apart for whatever reason â this means that heâs texting you whenever he gets a spare moment to do so throughout the day (he gets very good at hiding his phone at the studio as a result of this habit because, no matter how much he may try, he just canât resist sending you a quick text or selfie between shoots)
he and cherry are out at the bar having some fun? heâs texting you between shots telling you about how much youâd love this place and how you should totally go there for your next date
charlie and vaggie are being all lovey-dovey in the hotel lobey? heâs sending you a picture with a super cheesy caption about how that should be you but since you were too busy youâre gonna have to miss out
heâs been given a super cute outfit to wear for a movie or his makeup looks especially good? heâs texting you a selfie in his changing room and making a million excuses to his boss just so he can see the compliment you send him before he has to lock and hide away his phone so he can go back to the shoot
you had to leave early and he has the day off? heâs sending you a sad selfie of him and fat nuggets talking about how much they both miss you and insisting you hurry up and either finish your errands quickly or skive off of work to come back to bed
and the list goes on⊠heâs really clingy but you canât say you mind given your affectionate inclination
#sleepingdeath#male reader#fluff#fluff hcs#hazbin hotel fluff#hazbin hotel x reader#angel dust x reader#angel dust fluff#đ anon
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âAll I have leftâ
Navia with a reader that bottles up their emotions
characters: Navia x gn!reader
warnings: angst/comfort
a/n: I wanted to write something for Navia again, so I cooked up this small scenario
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
Navia
Throughout everything that happened, from her father getting wrongfully accused and dying in a duel, to the death of her closest companions, you stood by Naviaâs side, rocksolid and unwavering no matter how bleak the future looked, there to help her get back on her own feet even when she wasnât sure if she could continue herself, lending her a hand, a smile and a hug before encouraging her with carefully picked words⊠But while Navia knew she was lucky to have you continuing to remain at her side, she wasnât naive enough to believe you werenât affected by those events yourself, no matter how much of a brave face you put on.
So when all those years of downplaying your less desirable emotions finally seemed to catch up with you while dressing yourself in front of the mirror, preparing for the court case later that day, the least she could do was be there for you to lean on to.
âNervous?â Navia couldnât help herself from asking, having silently watched you struggle to button up your sleeves for some time now, your shaky hands making what was supposed to be a breeze so much more difficult.Â
The moment her words left her mouth however, your head turned towards her as your hands froze in place, a bright smile plastered across your face as you quickly shook your head, letting out a small laugh that sounded too genuine to be real. âWhy should I be nervous? I know heâs innocent and Iâm sure once we get to tell his side of the story, Monsieur Neuvillette will quickly come to realize so as well.â
Even you, with your unmatched pokerface and numerous masks, hadnât taken the news of your friend being arrested well, quickly volunteering to serve as his lawyer once the charges were actually put forward, and while you made a great job at hiding your distress at first, the closer the date of the hearings drew, the more cracks your masquerade revealed.
Without saying another word, Navia grabbed your wrist before quickly buttoning up your sleeve, only for her hands to move downwards and envelope yours once she was done, giving you a reassuring squeeze before looking back up at you, worry on her face.Â
âPlease know youâre not going through this alone. You donât have to put on a brave face in front of me, lean on me the same way you let me lean on youâ, she offered before taking one of her hands off of yours and trying to fix a messy spot of your hair, only for you to melt once her hand touched you, your smile slowly vanishing as exhaustion and fear settled on your face.
âI know thereâs nothing to worry about, the charges are ridiculous even for someone as carefree as him⊠but I donât know what to do on the off-chance heâs somehow declared guiltyâ, you hesitantly confessed, each of your words carefully leaving your mouth as you tried your hardest to stop your voice from cracking.Â
âYou two are all I have left.â No matter how hard you tried to fight them, at this point tears began running down your face, years of bottled up emotions pouring out as you quickly tried to hide your face, only for Navia to embrace you in a hug before you had a chance, slowly rubbing your back as well as the back of your head in an attempt to calm you down, all the while whispering reassurances into your ear.
When you finally felt relieved enough to pull back a bit, the image of your puffy eyes immediately bored itself into her mind. How much she wished she could help you out in court⊠if only Neuvillette hadnât warned her from interrupting court cases at this point.
âI pray for life to become less eventful. After this Iâm not setting a foot outside of Poisson for a whileâ, you uttered out half-jokingly before quickly straightening your back and trying your best to fix the damage your small slip-up caused to your hair and face, hoping youâd still look somewhat presentable afterwards, only to stop in your tracks when you felt one of your hands getting snatched up, causing your gaze to wander to the person holding your hand in hers.
âIâve also had enough of the courtroom for the next few years, letâs take some time for ourselves afterwards.â
#genshin impact#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#navia x you#navia x reader#genshin navia#navia#navia x y/n
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call you later; 2.
notes: what if you didn't pick up their call? they left a voicemail, in their own ways. so we still got uh... aryu chigirin and im considering reo. idk who else will come later but i had fun writing this!! character: itoshi rin, bachira meguru. [ part 1 : isagi, sae, nagi ]
itoshi rin
What did you do? This guy is the type to only left anything if itâs urgent, about nii-chan, or about football. Other than that high chances are they are actual death threats and you are not an exception.
Though, he can not deny that you are sort of his favorite in a wayâwon't admit that to your face too, though. Thatâs why he even bothers calling you and not just left a message or tell some poor soul to call you instead. While he probably feels a bit irked that you didnât pick up, he will save the nagging when he finally met you face to face later. And even then, most of teammates will clarify that rather than nagging itâs more like his way of asking for your extra attention. Itâs adorable, if you ignore the fact that the next movie night will definitely without a doubt would have to be a horror movie night just to cheer him up. Prayers and thoughts, if you dislike horror.
The message he will left is exactly like him, in a way. Rude, doesnât have many words, but if you squints you could hear what sounds like a caring nosiness. While he isnât the type to suddenly get clingy because of one unpicked-up call or thing about it too much, call him back soon as you can even if he didnât say or rush you to do so. Would never say it to your face, but having you around him calms him down a lot and that includes your voice.
âWhere are you right now?â Rin sounds like he was angry, as usual. âYou better not be picking up problems left and right or I swear I willââ
A background noise that sounds like a chirpy teasing interrupted him, reminding him not to be so scary, which Rin replied with a snarling growl, âShut up! And that wasnât for youâI got a match so you better fucking watch it and fucking message me where you are while you are at it. I will get you home later so you better wait for me or elseâŠ..thatâs all. Later. Next time donât just go somewhere without telling me, stupid.â
bachira meguru
Do you know how long of a voice message can someone left on an unpicked up call? If you donât you will find out soon.
He probably would not really question why you are not picking up, but mostly because whenever you got separated he will always call you in the most ungodly timing possible just for chatting. Somehow. So, at this point, it has become more of a norm for you to not pick up and just call him again later. He is not being nosy, itâs just more of how he expresses his loveâsharing literally everything with you. This has led to several one-sided awkwardness from your part between you and some of his teammates, but hey Bachira Meguruâs Hottest Soccer Gossips is a very important segment in your daily life with him.
Which being said, yeah, get ready. He will talk into the phone as if you were there replying to himâand indeed he always manage to predict how you will react. Listening to his voicemail during work is a good replacement for podcasts and such as in case you are bored by them. Though, sometimes, when he is in a rush and have to keep the message shorter than usual, itâs really sweet! He rarely manage to remind you to call him back though, as it feels like norm for you to do so. Donât forget it, so you donât get a Bachira Meguru species asking to be carried around for the whole day on the next holiday. He has muscles and those things are not light.
âSo, so, so!â Meguru began with his chirpy voice, not leaving any greeting as usual. âToday Isagi and Chigirin kind of clowned and I really, really want to tell you that storyâbut I gotta go fast, so I will tell you at home later, okay?â Meguru worded out each word in a rushed manner, akin to an excited buzzing bee waiting to run somewhere with skips in his steps and ball for him to dribble.
âLast night I dreamt about Zico so I will definitely win today! But I also dreamt you were there bundled up because you got a fever. Not like Iâm complaining if I get to take care of you with my specials, but stay healthy, âkay, âkay?â Meguru said, jokingly yet dotting. Then, immediately, he continued, âOh, well! Thatâs allâI will call again later or you could! So, see âya, Lovely! Love you! Muuuach!â
#bllk#bllk imagines#blue lock#blue lock fluff#bllk x reader#bluelock x reader#itoshi rin#bachira meguru#itoshi rin x reader#rin itoshi imagines#rin itoshi x you#itoshi rin fluff#bachira meguru x reader#bachira x reader#rin x reader#bachira meguru fluff#i will really miss writing scenarios after this#its fun but the prompt augh im terrible at coming up with them#does anyone even read my notes in tags#i doubt it so hey the abyss who is reading this any ideas o great lord of chaos#blue lock scenarios
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