#but so majestic and handsome from the side. especially so from the left

[actualsunflower]

he definitely has a good side...

[importantgalaxyrunaway]

Sundays (Matt Murdock x reader)

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, religion (they go to church) very very fluffy, husband Matt, this one the poll but new one shot out soon

It was your favorite type of day. A Sunday, because no daredeviling on Sundays. Unless there was something especially serious he heard going on. You shift your weight so that you can shuffle in between his legs looking at your husband. He looks so majestic laying there naked with only a sheet covering his lower half. You weren’t quite modest yourself with only a sheet covering your body as well. Since you both had been just married less than 3 weeks, you were still in the phase where you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. It wasn't always intimacy times. But Matthew would always be there touching you in some comforting way reminding you he was always by your side. Weither it was a hand on your knee or holding hands with him as you were his “sighted guide”. When really he just used that as an excuse to show you off in public. His hand never left yours. Today was one of those days.

he looked like a sleeping angel not daredevil. His chest was cut from marble and an expression of peice was on his face you barely see. Shifting yourself in between his legs closer, bare chests pressing up against each other separated by only a silk sheet. A reminder of the gift he gave you last night. You lean in to him and give a long lingering kiss. It was soft upon his plump rosy lips and his eyes fluttered open. His sightless eyes gaze upon yours and you break the sweet kiss.

“Hello Mrs. Murdock” he says in his sleepy deep morning voice that makes your knees weak.

Hes never missed an opportunity to call you that in the last 3 weeks. You give him another sweet kiss and he hums. His hands stroking your hair. You slip between the silk sheets so that your warm bodies could press up against each other, though there is nothing sexual about it this time you weren’t in the mood you were just affectionate and he could tell. That smile hadn’t left his face since the two of you were married.

“hello my pretty little devil” you scratch underneath his chin and he leans into it making a small noise of pleasure at the gesture.

“hmm. It’s Sunday would like to come to church with me.” He asks still in a happy bliss “I’d rather not go alone”

you think for a bit,. Matthew’s been going through a rough time lately a really hard time. And god, if there wasn’t anything you’d do to please this man. You never want him to have to be alone again. You knew how much his religion meant to him. And church with Matthew is actually quite enjoyable the times you’ve been with him.

“of course I’ll go with you my love.” You whispered softly to him. He beams at you in return. That smile that hasn’t left since they had the small wedding. ”you should probably get dressed though. Would be a bit distracting.” he teases in a low chuckle

you crinkle up your nose and tease him back “so should you ‘good-catholic lawyer-boy’”

you rumple his hair before rising from his warm embrace to go to your closet. You find something nice to wear and Matthew goes for his normal suit. As he gets dressed you do admit ok yes you starred at his ass the whole time.

he gives a knowing devilish smirk you know all to well as he buttons up his shirt. You silently mourn the loss of staring at his abs “you know I may be blind sweetheart but i can sense you starring” he says with his signature charm.

“well we’re married now, I’m allowed to look at my husband aren’t I?” You say before light giving his ass a smack. You just couldn’t help yourself.

once the two of you are dressed he looks incredibly handsome even with more clothes on, he starts tapping his cane and each way as you two walk on the sidewalk together. Your hand however finds his and intertwines your other hand resting on his shoulder so you can guide him. Knowing that he trusts you even if it’s partly to keep his cover. He stops, smiles at you practically beaming and folds up his cane. The two of you resume your walk to Clinton church. The weather was incredibly nice, the flowers on the windowsills were blooming and the sun was beaming down. A pleasant breeze made the day just the right temperatures. you know even you could smell the sweetness of spring in the air and you didn’t have enhanced senses. You wonder what it’s like for Matt.

You break the comfortable silence as the two of you walk together. “you smell that? It’s my favorite flower”

“I don’t smell lavender y/n”

“oh you remembered, well yes that is my first favorite flower because of the scent but my second favorite is honeysuckle” you explained as the two of you stroll basking in each other’s company.

“Oh, I love that scent too. But sweetheart it’s an invasive plant.” He chuckles good naturedly. The scent of honeysuckle fills his lungs on this Sunday morning. If Amber thought she could smell the sweetness it was nothing compared to his. The way it weaves around his mind fogging it up with pleasant memories of when y/n would wear her citrus and honeysuckle perfume. It truly is a beautiful day. Nothing seems to be going wrong at the moment there isn’t a crime he hears. Or maybe it’s just in the warmth of y/n’s company the terrible sounds and shrieks of the city were muted. He always seemed calmer in her presence.

“We’re here, Clinton church” you read for him

“and on time” he kissed your joined hands before you both step into the church together. The darkness takes a bit for you to adjust to the light in contrast to the brightness of outside. Not that Matthew would mind, you giggle in your head. It truly is a beautiful place with high ceilings and candles lit, it has stained glass windows with beautifully colored pictures made of glass upon it. Y/n especially appreciated these. The way the sunlight of spring catches the stained glass sending a glow to floor adjacent to it. The difference in materials used creates complex shimmering patterns and shapes. Admiring the way each shard and fragment of glass comes together to make a beautiful story from the Bible. The wooden floors are pretty and there are rows of wooden pews with bibles in the pockets of the seat in front of you. It smells of that distinct church scent that is quite hard to discribe. The best Matthew can do is old wooden oak polished, with the scent of old books the type that are yellowing with age. He suspects these are from the Bible’s. The people played a role into it two he could often sense their perfume or their recent showers. There's also the scent of candles and incense. The incense is one of three smells that is most distinctive out of the melting pot to Matt. There’s a lingering air of smoke from previous services but it’s never too heavy. It’s not like cigarettes smoke at all, one of Matthew’s least favorite scents in the world. Well that was until he had been in an explosion as daredevil. Burning flesh was definitely the worst thing he’s ever sensed. He had to take many showers to get the smell out of his system. But overall he liked the scent and it was familiar to him. He was raised here. Even if he’s strayed so far, or hated his past now. But the scent of Clinton church was strangely calming and comforting to Matthew. You guide him to a pew bench that’s completely empty. You take your seat next to Matt once he’s settled his hand in his lap the other toying with his cane. You notice pleasantly that your seated directly next to a stain glass window. This one depicts baby Moses floating in the river. You particularly like the way the light shines through the glass making it translucent. The water a blue haze.

you find your seat and you take matts hand that’s in his lap, interlocking both your fingers. He brings the your hands up to his lips and gives a long kiss on your hand before resting it in his lap. The service starts shortly after and it only takes an hour, which is good because you can’t sit still for much longer than that. Matthew listens to what the priest says and you can’t but help admire how he looks. Sitting on the bench with his back leaning slightly back and his head up high. Those shoulders that carry the whole weight of this city on them . Intently listening, he leans his head just slightly back, his stunning red glasses perched upon his face. He looks proud almost. How could someone who looks so good be going through so much. Truth be told you were always worried about Matt. Being daredevil takes a tole on his soul. But you’ve been keeping an eye on him making sure he’s okay recently. He holds your hand the entire time. Only breaking when you have to pray but quickly rejoining his hand with yours. His thumbs stroking your hand comfortably.

“should I read to you what we’re saying?” You say wondering how he does this.

“uh no” he chuckles “i can hear them sweetheart”

“oh right” you answer sheepishly. Sometimes you’re still figuring out the extent of his blindness. He rubs your hand more finding the way you want to help endearing. You distinctly feel the cool of his ring on his hand. And you beam with pride. Before you know it the service is over and Matt stands up with you and unfolds his cane and starts tapping it. You wrap your arms around his as you “guide” him. But also in his own way it’s just another way to show you off. Matthew exchanged a few words with father lantom and some of the others before the two of you walked out into the bright spring day. There was not a cloud in the sky. After walking for a while hand and hand. Your golden beautiful rings shining in the sun. Your diamond perfectly sparkling. The consistent tap of Matt’s cane across everything. The silence is comforting and after a while he turns to you.

“thanks you” he says quietly.

your turn to him “for what?”

“for that, staying beside me. You……you don’t know how much it means to someone like me.” He adds sincerely.

you do know how much it means to him. Not many people have stayed with him, loving him unconditionally like you do. And he needs that, Matt needs her love. Her holds your chin delicately and pulls you in for a soft kiss. You sigh into the kiss. A very love sick sigh

once he breaks the kiss he’s smiling again with his beautiful smile. He brushed a stray lock of hair out of your face. “So..” his face still close to you. Red glasses practically glowing in the sun “how’s married life treating you Mrs. Murdock?”

you stroke his hair before speaking also a smile plastered on your face. “I think it suits me very well Mr. Murdock.” And he kissed your hand before continuing tapping his cane and walking on the sidewalk with you.

[jaytriesstrangerthings]

Not Sick Fic

744 words of Eddie not being sick and Steve not finding him endearing.

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“I’m not sick,” Eddie argues, punctuating his argument with an aggressive sneeze followed by harsh hacking.

“Are you holding a loogie in your mouth right now?” Steve crosses his arms and tilts his head in what the Party has taken to calling his Mom Stance (trademark pending).

In a disgusting display of defiance, Eddie swallows. “No.” 

There’s a glob of neon yellow snot dripping from Eddie’s left nostril that he drags his crusty sweatshirt sleeve across before snorting up another drip of snot coming from the right side this time. 

“You are…” Steve sighs, exasperated, “so gross.”

The furrowed brows and grumpy pout paired with Eddie’s pink nose and puffy eyes could almost be considered cute if Steve hadn’t just witnessed him swallow a loogie.

“How the hell did I fall in love with you?”

Steve knows exactly how it happened. He could write a library’s worth of books about all the things he loves about Eddie Munson. That doesn’t change the fact that Eddie absolutely refuses to admit that he’s sick and is being very gross about proving his health.

“Because I’m so totally handsome and I can do cool guitar stuff.” His voice is scratchy and nasally and Steve can tell he’s trying very hard not to sniffle or cough. “And I’m super rich on account of the cool guitar stuff.” Eddie bats his thick black eyelashes and flashes a big bright toothy smile in Steve’s direction. It’s usually quite charming but the new bead of snot dripping towards Eddie’s upper lip causes his charisma to take a hit. “Gimme a smooch.”

Eddie sniffles harshly, sucking the snot glob back into his nose. He leans in, lips puckered up and chapped from extended forced mouth breathing, eyes squeezed shut. Steve reaches out a hand to stop Eddie from falling when he continues to lean forward. 

“You’re cute,” Steve admits, pushing Eddie back to balance on his own feet, “You’re also sick.”

“‘m not,” Eddie pouts again, opening his eyes and glaring at Steve.

Yes he is. Eddie is very sick. His nose is running a marathon and Steve could hear the congestion from a mile away. He’s running a 102 degree fahrenheit fever and shivering like a chihuahua on a sugar high. His eyes are red and puffy and his eye bags have eye bags. He’s sneezing and coughing and if the way he frequently grimaces and groans is any indication he’s nauseous too. 

It’s wild to Steve, how easily Eddie tends to ignore his own health and well-being. He’s going to work himself to an early grave and take Steve with him. It’s frankly astonishing how long Eddie’s made it and Steve is half convinced that Death is simply scared of Eddie. It wouldn’t be surprising. Eddie is absolutely horrifying when he wants to be. And also sometimes when he doesn’t mean to be. 

“Just lay down in bed, Eds. You’ll get better sooner if you rest.”

“Don’t need rest, ‘m not sick.” Eddie makes a noise like he might throw up if either of them make a wrong move. He clears his throat when the feeling seemingly passes. “Gotta finish planning out the next session for when the Party comes to visit next week and then work on some acous- acousti- ACHOO!” Eddie sneezes and a snot rocket launches toward Steve in a majestic arch of green and yellow nasal mucus. Steve, luckily, manages to move out of the way and not be hit by the bio weapon. 

“Did you just say “achoo” as you sneezed?” 

“I didn’t sneeze,” Eddie says, like a lying liar who lies.

Steve looks from Eddie to the small puddle of snot on the floor. “What’s that then?”

Eddie scoffs a couple of times, searching for a reasonable answer. His brain isn’t working at full capacity, which is reasonable considering he’s very sick, despite his resolute denial. “Science project.” 

Eddie lives and breathes gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss, Steve will give him that, but Steve has mastered manipulate, mansplain, malewife. Especially that malewife bit. If the government ever comes around to letting Eddie put a ring on it Steve would make a wonderful trophy wife. 

“Yeah? What’s the hypothesis?” That’s right, Steve knows science words. He may be a certified Ken but he’s not stupid. Eddie, of course, is a Barbie, but that was never really a question.

“It’s about projectile paths and stuff.”

Steve cannot believe how endearing Eddie is even when he’s being this gross.

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[berrieluv]

Heyyyy i just wanna say that i love all your works and can i request an azkaban escape sirius where he is sexually frustrated and take it out on reader who found him in his amingus for and took care of him, reader is of age though and friend of harry so when like they met again because harry invited reader over sirius was like shook does rhis make sense? Lol

i just wanna say, thank you so much for requesting this, as soon as i saw it i knew i had to write it, i've been wanting to write smut for so long but i had no theme for it and this just blew my mind.

sweet scape.

pairing: sirius black x fem!reader. ! tw. +18, mdni. degradation, strangers sex, oral (male and female receiving), creampie, cumplay, semi-public sex, stairs sex, unprotected sex, pregnancy kink, breeding kink (?), mentions of stepcest, chocking, aftercare, use of the words 'whore' and 'slut', let me know if I miss anything.

Sirius looked around in the dessert place. The night was cold and the air was moving softly the winter leaves left on the trees. His dog form was a big help for the cold weather of the end of the year.

He saw the few lights still on from the building near the university. So many years after he was captured and the fresh air hitting his fur felt rejuvenating, he thought of James Potter, and then he thought of the only legacy he had left; Harry.

If everything was right, he must be at college. With a Quidditch scholarship he hoped, putting the Potter’s last name to the top.

His ear caught the shy sound of steps. Softly walking through the pavement, he knew it was late for students to be walking around, his deep stare looking directly at the walk. When his eyes met yours, Sirius eyes sparkled, there hasn’t been a prettiest girl his eyes have meet. Sure, he once had the pleasure to knew Lily Evans, Marlene Mckinnon, Mary Macdonnald and even Alice Longbotton. Plenty of pretty girls who shared house with him. But yet, none of them could even compare to you.

Your shiny happy eyes, the messy hair covering the sides of your hair and the cute gaze you gave him. Your mouth opened when you saw him, a majestic black dog, soft and shiny fur, big enough to be considered a wolf. You kneeled in front of him and in his man-mind he could only think on a view from the top, you kneeled with two legs instead of one and his cock stuffed in your mouth, muttering the words you were saying to him.

“Who’s the prettiest dog in the world?” You said, and he barked in response “You. You are, the prettiest dog I’ve ever seen. Oh my God, your fur is the softest I’ve ever felt” Your cheek was now against him. “Are you lost, good boy? Where is your home?”

Sirius tried a sad cried and shook his head, you opened your mouth and pouted, the prettiest pout he has seen. You look around the empty street and murmur to him “You will follow me, but you have to be very quiet if you want to stay at my home”.

You giggle as if a mischief was about to be done, which he knew could be very possible by the way you were trying to hide him. You took him in your arms, with no advice before it, it took him by surprise, especially because he was big and heavy to carry but it didn’t seem to mind much to you.

The way home was difficult, and you were exhausted, he tried to explain it was fine for him to walk but you refused to hear anything. When you finally arrived, you let yourself sit at your door, Sirius stood there, looking at you. For someone who brought him upstairs in a very secretive way, you were enjoying the hall a little too much. You took a deep breath and then open the door, letting him inside your home first.

“Well, this is my dorm, my furry friend. My roommate should be here by tomorrow night. He’s very handsome and friendly, you would love him. He has the prettiest green eyes I’ve seen” Sirius couldn’t help but get a bit jealous of your description, he was an “old” man, but in no way, he would disrespect his looks, he knew he still had it in him “I was so in love with him since Hogwarts. My first crush ever. Then I discovered he was gay, which was very surprising but good for him”

You left Sirius sleep at the end of your bed, his body curled on top of your sheets. He small opening of your window let enough air to refresh the bathroom, but not enough to have you both freezing. If Sirius was a better man, he would feel guilty, for thinking of you like that. For not getting your naked body out of his mind, the way you pass your hands though your skin while applying cream, and he couldn’t miss when you skipped underwear, so now, you were sleeping with him, in just pajamas short.

He was careful to get out of the mattress, you left the door of the bathroom slightly open and he entered, few seconds later he was back a man. He smiled at his reflection in the mirror, maybe he needed a shower, and to shave, but he would never deny he looked good, maybe too good for someone who just scaped jail. He brushed his teeth with the first brush he found, not stopping to think if it was yours. Finally, he paid attention to his erection.

The pink tip touching his abdomen and he thought in how painful it was, he knew he was full, and he had all this sexual appetite he hasn’t been able to use since he was trapped, he needed nothing more but to take you right there, he felt guilty and suddenly bad, because he knew he wouldn’t care if you complained, he just needed you.

Sirius face was now shaved and clean, and he thanked that when you abruptly opened the door, you yell for a few seconds before he shut you with his hand, which you were quick to bite.

“What– What the fuck how the fuck did you got in here?! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You were panicking, he knew that, and even if he wasn’t going to do anything but give you the roughest fuck of your life, he understood your fear.  “I’m calling the fucking police I swear I– “

“Sh, sh, princess be quiet, will you?” You shook your head, determinate on what you were going to do but too scared to even move. “Oh, my God, what did you do to my dog?”

Sirius smirked “I killed him” And when you were about to yell more, he regrated it, putting his hand again in your mouth “It’s a joke, just joking, baby. God, you’re really loud” Sirius signed and looked everywhere; “The dog it’s my Animagus form. I really hope I can trust you because I don’t think there’s another wizard alive who knows about this”

You nod slowly, being brave to believe him. After the shock passed, you finally realized he was completely naked, your eyes were now on his hard and big cock; “Why are you naked?”

“The clothes don’t stay in my dog form, princess. I don’t have any”

You nod, it made incredible sense now, but you knew after this night, it would be hard for you to ever not believe in someone. Maybe it was his enchanting eyes of the seductive tone of his voice. Maybe it was the resemblance on his shiny and soft hair and the fur of the dog. Or it was just that he was hot, and naked in your bathroom, and you just have been a long time without having any.

Sirius noticed your look in his cock and it only made him harder. He was so needy right now, all those years without even a blowjob. Because he would settle for anything just if that meant having his cock on something warm, something else than his cold fist, which even he was restricted of. He had no problem in accepting a man if that meant he’ll have his cock sucked.

“Do it” he says, haughty. With a cocky grin decorating his face. He laughs at your confused expression “I know what you’re thinking on, pup. Go on, you can suck it. I won’t be gentle, but I don’t think it’ll be a problem for a slut like you”

You know you should be offended, a stranger, someone who you kindly offer a home, the warmness of a bed instead of the concrete of a bridge was degrading you like that. But you were in fact a whore, and the moment you looked him at the eyes was so fast because you couldn’t possibly stay away from his cock, his delicious, big, pink cock. His tip covered in white and turning almost red for how hard it was. So, you played like you were told and kneeled in front of him; “Good girl”.

He said, his palm on your head and you groaned. Sirius instructed you to open your mouth and you were hesitant for a few seconds, but not enough for him to notice, and even if he would he wouldn’t care. You felt dirty, the wet patch on your shorts grew bigger with every filthy comment from his mouth, and you knew you should be scared, a total stranger was insulting you, degrading you in your own bathroom and you were enjoying it. And who did he think he was, if you weren’t too hypnotized by his pretty cock you would be yelling at him; total pretty privilege.

You take his cock in your hands and pump it for a few seconds, your tongue is now out of your mouth and warming his dick. Your big eyes looking directly at him and he could swear he would cum just by that look.

Your hand is pressed on his thigh and the other one around his cock, your lips are now kissing the tip and you seem to be enjoying it too much. You take it on your mouth and out of it, licking his cock when it’s not inside, maybe it was the amount of time Sirius hasn’t received a blowjob or maybe you were just too fucking good at it. He has never see someone enjoy having someone’s cock in their mouth as much as you. By the time he’s about to cum, both of your hands are in his thighs, helping you to put his cock deeper in your mouth.

“Such a good fucking, girl. Fuck, princess, you’re awesome. Best bloody mouth I’ve ever have” He moans at your smile, wide eyes looking at him and every blink he feels like exploding, your legs are a bit open and Sirius knows your hand is now touching your pussy, and you manage to keep the balance really good.

Sirius finally loses it when you start to lick his balls, pumping his cock with a firm hand, going fast and needy. He didn’t know for sure if you were getting off from sucking his cock but he chooses to think you were, and goddam it was enough to send him on edge.

The fact of you just creaming in your shorts, without him touching you has fucking hot. Of course, he knew your hand was doing wonders under there, but when you touched his thigh while holding his cock and kept grinding your hips, he knew he was right.

“You’re such a needy slut, aren’t you? Getting off by just sucking my big fat cock, are you creaming your pants just by this, baby?”

He knew you wouldn’t answer, you were too invested on sucking him off for distract yourself just to answer a silly question. Sirius decided to help you, taking the back of your head in his hand and pushing your face to his pelvis, letting his cock go completely inside of you, you gagged at it but kept it inside.

Your eyes were glossy but it didn’t stop Sirius from pushing you to your limits, your face was messily covered in spit and now he was just face fucking you, pounding into your mouth and taking your head with no caution or worry it may hurt you or choke you, the thought alone seemed to turn him even more. He stopped for a second and took your face, hearing you whine for the lack of his cock even if your hands were still masturbating him. He kissed your lip, tasting your saliva and his dick in it.

He knew it was time to cum, he was holding it for so long just to see your beautiful face fucking enjoying him. But he knew it had to be done once you started to move your hand faster and opened your mouth.

“Fuck! Fuck, baby… I’m, I’m about to cum, I’m gonna cum in your pretty face, is that alright? You’re gonna be covered in my cum, baby, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He started to moan once the first blast of cum was out. You were rubbing your face on his cock, your face completely covered by cum wasn’t enough for him, he needed more. His dick needed more.

“You are such a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy”

Your eyes were lost in lust, a single coherent thought couldn’t be formed on your mind, you were just there to please your daddy now.

“Such a pretty cum doll. You were just made for my pleasure and my pleasure only, right, princess?” You nod “Remember this face, pretty bunny, cause no one, ever, would make you feel like this. And when they ask you who fucking blew your mind with sex, I want you to tell them it was Sirius fucking Black”

You nod obediently. Completely unaware that out there, in the real world, just outside those walls of your department, thousands of pamphlets of one of the most dangerous men scaping Azkaban were just arriving to every corner, adverting everyone of how dangerous this man was and what he was capable of. But again; people who could fuck like this shouldn’t be prisoned in a cell; it wasn’t fair to anyone to miss this.

Sirius took you to your bed, taking your body as if you were a rag doll, he put you in your fours and with no warning he went inside of you. He didn’t need to warn you anyway, you were way too wet. He slipped easily in; his hands took your face and your hands were trying to hold your body so all the weight wouldn’t be in his hands.

He was going fast and rough, like a needy man. Kissing and licking your back like he hasn’t feel the warmness of human contact in years – which was true but you didn’t know that –. Sirius moved carefree, completely nonchalantly at the fact that that he could hurt you.

“Fuck, princess, you’re so fucking small for my cock. I’m so big for you, aren’t I, baby?” You nod your head against the pillow and bite it when Sirius hand flew to your clit; “What about that, princess, you like that?” You nod eagerly and he smirks “I bet you like it; I can feel you squeezing my cock. God, you’re such a fucking whore, aren’t you?”

“Just yours, daddy. Jus’ your whore”

“That’s right, baby. Just daddy’s whore. I would be mad if it wasn’t like this. Look at you, being completely wrecked by a total stranger, you were so needy, weren’t you? A decent girl would never let this happen, would just call the police right away but you saw my cock and realized how much of a starved slut you were”

Sirius put your face against the pillow when you were trying to get up and look at him, his hand smacked your ass and started to go faster; “I’m so glad I found you and no any sweet innocent girl, ugh, God, princess you feel so good. I can help but cum, you want me to cum inside of you? You want my cum inside of you, baby? Dripping of your pussy?”

“Yes, yes, please, daddy. I want it inside of me, please, please”

“Such a needy slut. Fucking pretty whore, baby. Fuck! You’re fucking perfect”

By that time, you were already feeling your second orgasm building. The first one, so quick and fleeting as it came, Sirius didn’t seem to mind you already cummed once, your tummy aching and when you put your hands on it you could only feel Sirius big cock hitting the insides. You were aware of how wet you were, the sound your pussy made with every thrust was like music for yours and Sirius ears. You shifted uncomfortable at Sirius slow pace, realizing now how big he just was. With him going faster it was easier to forget his size and just get lost in the pleasure, but now you were capable of think on how much your pussy was stretching around him. It wasn’t for a long time, because as soon as Sirius cached a relaxing breath out of your mouth he went faster. You could think on how anything has ever felt like this, this was the kind of pleasure erotic books describe but you never thought it could be possible.

Sirius takes both of your arms and sits you in his cock, his fore-arm around your neck and taking your head in his big hand. Now you’re just enjoying his thrust, Sirius fucking you would be an unforgettable experience, and it was almost a shame, because you know it doesn’t matter with who you were in the future, you would be thinking about how any sexual experience would ever feel like this again.

Sirius finishes in your pussy, rather later than soon, he thrusts in a few more times for his cum to keep inside you, when he finally lets you go, he fingers your pussy, watching all his cum get out of you and he thinks that’s the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

And as soon as you think he couldn’t do something better than this, he reaches your pussy and you moan louder than you thought possible. Your sensitive clit being licked by his tongue, and you knew you hadn’t in you to last much, you already came two times, and for the record of ex-lovers you had, that was already a lot.

But Sirius ate pussy so calm and good, his tongue concentrated in your clit while his thumb explored between your folds, you knew you came when you felt it, but you also knew when he giggled. Making fun of you for lasting so little; “Already, princess? But I was just starting my meal? That’s not fair” He putted and kept going, putting two of his fingers inside of you and moving them as if you weren’t already shaking and crying.

Your hands reached his head and tried to pull him away, but he was stronger, and far less sensitive than you, sure hard as a rock, but with an iron determination of making you cum for the fourth time.

Sirius moved his fingers in and out, his thumb caressing your clit fast while he added a third finger inside. “I know this won’t fill you as much as my cock, baby but you have to settle for it like a good girl”

His fingers weren’t as thick as his cock, that was for sure, but hell he knew how to use them, you could feel every movement, you could feel them reaching your insides and your back started to arche at the pleasure.

When you finally came in Sirius hands you were sleepy, your eyes closing thanks to how tired you felt, you murmured a quick “Goodnight” once Sirius finished a third time in your belly.

“No, no, baby. Gotta clean you up, I wouldn’t let you sleep like this. I’m not a monster. And you were such a good pretty slut, you deserve it. You deserve daddy’s care and love, don’t you, princess?”

You nod, subby. Your lips partly open, waiting for him to put his fingers, but that doesn’t happen.

Three months happened after that and Sirius Black was nowhere to be found. You knew it was for the better, you would never turn him to the authorities and you preferred him to be lost than fucking you and making you an accomplice. Or maybe you would rather be over the law, who would it help anyways. You knew you had it in you to keep Sirius Black too pussy drunk that he wouldn’t even think of go outside to kill, if you think about it, you were making the Wizarding World a favor, now who knew where was he, doing God knows what.

You met your best friend Harry at Grimmauld Place, very odd of him to ask you to be there when you saw him literally every day at your shared department. You were welcomed by him and Hermione Granger, they greet you and behind them the Weasley twins, you smiled, thinking it was maybe one of the “friendly reunions” Harry like to through every now and then. That was until you saw him, Sirius fucking Black, standing on the door, his body slightly leaned to the left and the devil grin he wore perfectly.

Fuck you were creaming.

“Y/N” Harry started “This is my God-Father; Sirius Black” You stood there, staring at him. You should be angry, he fucked you for three days in a row and then disappeared for three months – almost four –, but you could only think about his big fucking cock. You quickly glanced at his crotch and tried to see it, you couldn’t be blame, it was your favorite thing in the world and you were being deprived of it. “Now, I know what you are thinking” No, you can’t possible know, Potter; “But, Harry, he’s a criminal” He said with an acute voice, trying to mimic yours “But I swear he’s not, there’s an explanation” An explanation that you couldn’t care less for.

Harry kept talking, about some things you didn’t care and how Sirius didn’t kill his fathers, blah, blah, blah, you needed him to fuck you. Right now, if he was about to say ‘Y/N, the only way I’m fucking you is on top of this table, with all the presents; your friends I may add, watching us’ you’ll probably say; ‘Hey, it’s fine for me. Anything for your cock, honestly”

“Harry…” Sirius said, the boy’s green eyes looked at him as fast as he spoke “I don’t think your friend Y/N is very fond of me”

“Wh-what? Foolishness, she loves you. If she doesn’t, I’ll make her” Sirius smirked and looked at you. “She’s just amused, it’s fresh news for her”

“Maybe if she sits by my side, we could talk more. Get to know each other”

“An excellent idea” He said, happily, getting up of his chair and taking your arms in his hands, moving you to the chair where he was; “Now, Y/N. Talk to him” He looked so cute ordering you that, his big bright green eyes were almost puppy like. He was like a child in Christmas. You knew he considered everyone in the table as part of his family, and you were like a sister for him, so you knew it meant a lot for him. But God you were horny.

“Hello, Y/N” That bastard said, as if you were thinking of anything but his pink big cock, and you were salivating! “Harry tells me you’re like a sister for him” You nod “You know, I always wanted a daughter. A step one” Fucking sick, kinky bastard. “I always thought of spoiling my girl”

Harry smiled, thinking of the comment as an innocent one, but Remus looked at him in surprise. The rest of the table completely unaware.

“He tells me you’re living with him, mhm? Sounds really good” You didn’t think he would care or resent a bit the fact that you did it, multiple times, in the same table Harry eats his meals. “I always wanted a roommate, sadly I never get to even college” He laughs, and you do with him, just so you can disguise the itching on between your tights.

You had to excuse yourself, tell everyone you weren’t feeling well, but when Sirius ordered you to get closer, his hand traveling inside your skirt, the sensation didn’t feel right. Far too good for being a friction.

“And, how’s Harry at school?” He said, and you thanked God everyone was minding his own business when he put two fingers inside you, he leaned to you, reaching your ear to whisper on it “Always so fucking wet for me, puppy. I don’t even have to wait to put my fingers inside you”

You bite your lips and nod, you looked around only to meet Harry’s excited face, he gave you thumbs up and you did too, at the same time Sirius curved his fingers inside of you and it took everything from you to hide that moan.

Good for you, everyone excused themselves to go to their respective homes. Harry offered you to spend the night there since he was going too. And you happily accepted, because you knew you couldn’t go another say without having Sirius cock inside, not now that you had his fingers after all that time and your mind couldn’t think of anything else but him fucking you ruthlessly in any surface of the house.

When you finally met Sirius again, he was going downstairs, completely naked, you were already salivating over his cock without even seeing it, now having it on fully display was a total turture, and you were so fucking needy that you couldn’t possibly wait for him to go down, you reach him there, taking his lips as you eagerly kissed him.

“I knew I neglected you, but I never would think you would be this needy, princess”

“So good, Siri”

“Yeah? My cock’s so good, isn’t it, princess? So fucking good you need it so much”

“I need it, please, daddy, please. I’ve been good”

He nods “You’ve been such a good slut, princess. Being all nice to Harry when all you could think about was my cock, guess you deserve it, huh?”

Sirius puts your leg up, reaching the stairs wall and he instructs you to hold on the fences really tight so you won’t get hurt. He started to fuck you right there, going in and out, caressing your titties while your hand was in your clit, so desperate to cum.

Now, it wasn’t like you haven’t cum all the time he wasn’t there. It just wasn’t the same. Sirius kept his movements, holding your waist tight as his movements were faster, he finally leaned you all over the fence, your body moving back and forth on his cock, your tits bouncing on his hand, but it’s not enough for him, he needs to be deeper inside you.

He takes you at the end of the stairs, all the way to the second floor, and he thanks he covered his mother picture downstairs because otherwise he would feel observed. He puts your leg all the way up the fence, your feet resting on it so you can have a hold while he thrusts into you, his hand playing with your boob, he’s not as talkative as he was months ago, maybe because Harry was near, and he demanded you to be quiet, but how could you when he felt so good.

He slapped you when you left a loud moan out, and that only turned you on more, making him smirk; “Wow, you really are a whore. A fucking slut, aren’t you baby? You’re my fucking pretty whore, such a pretty cum bag, get it, baby, get all my cum inside. No one in this world deserves it more than you, angel”

His hands press your breasts and one of your hands goes to your clit, feeling how you were so close to finish.

“Sir, daddy, daddy I’m gonna cum, please, please, daddy, I’m gonna cum”

You cry, and he allows you to let it go but that doesn’t stop him, he loves how your pussy is creaming his cock, and he doesn’t intend on letting you go. Even when he already finished inside, he takes advantage of your firm hold in the fence to move one of his hands to your clit, you moan, already sensitive by him thrusting into you.

When Sirius takes his cock out, you feel how you let him completely soaked. You knew you were a whore, a sex lover even, but you never knew you were capable of squirting.

“Wow, pup, that was, fuck, that was so sexy” He says, kneeling in front of you and squeezing your lower belly so you squirt again in his mouth. “Now that I know you can do it, I’m gonna make you do it, all over again. Fuck, pup, I don’t even care if you get tired, you’re gonna cum for my pleasure and my pleasure only”

He says and gets up, looking at his cum dripping from your thighs.

“By the amount of times I finished inside of you months ago I’m really surprised you’re not pregnant, all full and round with my babies. God, you would look so hot. Fucking big and heavy, your breasts would be so big, fuck.”

“I can stop taking the pill” you say without thinking.

“You would do that for me?”

“I’ll do anything for you Sirius, just never stop fucking me”

“Fuck, baby. Gotta’ be careful with what you wish”

“Just wan’ you, wanna be your cum slut, want all your cum inside me, not inside anyone else, just me, please, please, Siri. Make me your pretty little wife, the mom of your children, I– I just want to live with you fucking me always, please, please, please”

“Well, if you ask so nicely, pup. I don’t have other option rather than fuck you. Your wish is my command”

[fanmoose12]

It's been a long, exhausting day, and Hange is happy to finally come home. She shrugs her jacket off, throwing it haphazardly somewhere in the vicinity of the clothes rack, kicks off her shoes and stumbles inside the living room.

Something lies on a coffee table - she doesn't remember putting anything, more than that, she's pretty sure she tried to clean up the apartment the other day, so the presence of an object is exciting. Hange skips to it, greedily snatching it in her arms.

It's a book - The Hobbit, or There and Back Again. Hange read it, of course, many, many times during her high school and university years. She has a copy somewhere on a bookshelf too, but this is copy is so much nicer. It's not exactly new, but the book is leather bound, and as Hange opens it, she lets a sign of reverence - inside there are plenty of illustrations - beautiful, majestic drawings that seem to come alive right underneath her fingertips.

One picture in particular, the one with Gandalf and Bilbo makes her chuckle in delight. She closes the book and holds it close to her chest for a second, and then she travels into her bedroom to put it on a shelf, on the most prominent place, where it would attract attention of anyone who comes in.

"Thank you!" she yells into the open window.

She doesn't know if anyone listens - she really hopes no one does (she possesses some preservation skills, thank you very much, Moblit) - but it never hurts to be polite. Especially to the one who showers her with so much gorgeous gifts.

This - the mysterious apparitions of new things inside her home - started recently, two months ago. A mysterious gifter started breaking into her apartment and leaving various gifts throughout her home. Sometimes they're endearing - like that book she just received and that geranium that now stands on a windowsill. Sometimes they're useful - like that time, for example, when she forgot to buy something for her cat and almost started running to the closest store only to find a can of cat food that was so much more expensive (and probably much more delicious) than she could ever afford. And sometimes the gifts are straight up weird. One time she came home and found an extremely detailed replica of a human's scull. If that was, indeed, a replica.

Nababa then joked that she's been targeted by a serial killer.

A secret admirer, Mike had cooed right after, with a dreamy smile hidden by his moustache.

A stalker, Moblit had grimly concluded, watching Hange with unconcealed worry.

He didn't stop there, too, and out of the kindness of his heart, offered Hange to help her find the identity of the mysterious gifter (or stalker, as Moblit was adamant to call him).

Of course, Hange, fueled by her endless curiousity and even bigger desire to thank that very kind person, agreed instantly. That agreement led to both of them, couped up in her apartment, lying on a couch with more takeout food that they could possibly eat and a lengthy marathon of Lord of The Rings and Harry Potter.

They spent two days not moving from that extremely comfy couch. And the only person who came to her apartment was the delivery guy.

Moblit didn't stop so easily, though. Hange was actually impressed and proud of his determination. When she first met Moblit, he was such a sweet, soft-spoken boy who sometimes got too shy to order at McDonald's. But now he grew up in a resolute, strong man with a big, caring heart.

It's his determination and overprotectiveness that Hange blames for that afternoon when he decided to set up cameras all over her apartment.

They disappeared the very next day.

Moblit didn't wish to give up even then, threatened to watch her apartment from the other side of the street, staring at her window with the help of binoculars, but Hange managed to convince him that it really wasn't that necessary.

After all, the mysterious gifter never tried to harm her. And, well, she's not quite the romantic that Nifa is, and certainly not as romantic as Mike, but- she finds it all extremely endearing. Every time she comes home, no matter how shitty her day has been, and finds a new gift waiting for her, her heart swells and her lips curl in a smile so wide, her face might just break one day.

Of course, she wishes to know the face and name of her admirer (if that indeed who they are, and she is the one who is right, and not Moblit), but she also admits that not knowing... is pretty exciting too. It's so unusual, so romantic, she feels like she lives through a fairytale or a shitty love story.

And it gives her something to munch on, except boring work stuff. Sometimes she indulges in that a little too much, trying to decipher who from her tight circle of acquaintances can be her secret admirer.

Moblit's candidature is the first one to go. Giving his apparent and very loud aversion to the mysterious gifter, he, of course, might just be the very first suspect. But Moblit is the worst liar Hange has ever seen, so she rules him out without a second thought.

Erwin is a definite no as well, he's too busy to indulge in something like that. Besides, he's too straightforward, and even if he wanted something to happen (and wouldn't that be so much fun!), he most probably would have just said so, without resorting to make Hange feel like she's a love interest from those books Mike always reads during his lunch breaks.

Speaking of Mike, he and Nanaba are out of equation too, since Hange has already received an invitation to their wedding.

Hange thinks (hopes) that it's Pieck, a girl she's been hopelessly crushing on since forever, but even she is not so much out of touch with reality to believe that Pieck Finger herself has deigned to shower her with so much affection. The girl is a sweetheart, just not when it comes to Hange, for some reason.

Then there's a matter of Zeke Yeager, who probably, maybe, kind of has a crush on her. At least, that's what he says every time they stumble upon each other. But Hange is not naive enough (thank you very much again, Moblit) to think that his feelings are genuine. Even if they were, Zeke is too arrogant and self-affected to pay so much attention to someone who isn't him.

Of course, there is also Onyakopon. Sweet, funny and very handsome Onyakopon, another one of her assistants. Hange doesn't think it's him either. He's too orderly and straightlaced to endeavor a stunt like that.

There is another suspect, though, one Hange doesn't even fully believe is real.

There was... a guy Hange met in the back alley. It was Friday night, and, as tradition had it, she, Erwin and Mike were having fun at the bar, drinking beer and trading stories about their work days. Hange had walked out to get some fresh air, when she spotted him - a guy probably her age, trembling on his hands and knees with a pool of blood already forming beneath him. Hange - as one should (as one crazy person should, Moblit would have corrected) - hurried to him.

His eyes were unfocused and his face was covered in bruises. He flinched from her touch, almost violently so, reminding Hange of a scared, wounded animal.

She raised up her hands and swore that she only had good intentions.

After a second of just staring at her, the guy relaxed, staggering into her arms.

He didn't tell her his name, didn't explain what happened, only kept repeating "no hospital". So Hange dragged him upwards, swinged his arm over her shoulder and together they stumbled in the direction of her apartment.

Their journey was accompanied by the man's pained gasps and hisses and Moblit's voice inside her head that kept chanting "what the hell are you doing Hange, this man can be a criminal, he can be a thief or a murderer, or a part of the mafia, which means that he's both".

Hange ignored it just as she always did. Moblit was a wise man with a sound mind, but, even though, she was the first to admit and praise his thoughtfulness, Hange never listened to him. It made their relationship more interesting, it made them unique.

Once they tumbled through her front door, Hange almost losing hold of her precious and very hurt charge, she deposited him on her very comfy couch and, making sure that the man stayed put (he didn't need much convincing, could barely turn his head in the direction of her voice), she ran to get the first aid kit.

She hurried back to him and, after taking off his shirt, she learnt that the covered in blood stranger was also extremely ripped.

And, more importantly (Hange, focus!) covered in blood, so much blood, Hange nearly threw up. But beat up or not, she guessed that the stranger wouldn't enjoy it if he suddenly became covered not only in blood, but in her vomit as well. He didn't seem to be that kind of freak.

So Hange tore her eyes away from those abs and focused them on the bruises that bloomed on the left side of his stomach, at the edge of his hip and up on his collarbone. The wide cut that ran down his right side made her doubt her own abilities, she almost reached out for the phone, but then a strong hand curled around her wrist, forcing her to shift her eyes up to his face.

"No hospital," he repeated, his voice raspy like two stones shifting against each other. "Please," he added, when the doubt refused to leave her features.

Hange faltered for a moment more, before surrendering with a heavy sigh. "You brought this on yourself then," she muttered, as she set out to work.

Her hands trembled and her lips quivered every time the man under her gasped or took an overly sharp intake of breath.

He didn't speak though, didn't even curse at her, so Hange decided to take this task upon herself and fill the silence with her own voice.

At first, she talked about herself and work, but then, as she moved from cleaning his wounds to stitching them, her ramblings came in in earnest. She talked and talked, sharing every interesting fact she had ever heard or read.

The man didn't answer, but whenever she looked in his eyes, he looked right back.

His gaze, even basked in pain, set her heart aflame.

But then Hange finished, put a blanket over her patient, gave him her favorite pillow and went to her own bed, exhausted beyond words.

And when she woke up, there was no sign of him. Nothing in her apartment was even able to hint that another person had spent the night there.

Even her couch, which, as she clearly remembered, the guy had bled out on, was now spotless.

Well, not completely spotless. There was a wet stain as though... as though somebody had tried to clean it.

The revelation drove her to laughter.

She wasn't sure how that man could have not only walk out of her apartment without bleeding out to death, but also clean her damn couch, but she was fairly sure he was relatively alright.

She hoped so, at least.

Writing the night's incident as nothing more than, well, a weird accident, she proceeded with her day.

And a week later - the first gift came.

And, maybe, just maybe, it is a coincidence (Hange doesn't believe in such thing, though, she's a scientist, goddamn it), but a part of her hopes the gifts come from that man. She also hopes, perhaps, foolishly so, that she would see him again.

***

It's been extremely long, but surprisingly - because Mike has been nagging her with his wedding preparations and wondering who she would bring as a plus one - unproductive shift. Hange enters her apartment with a tired sigh, wondering if there is a gift at her coffee table that will make it all better.

After kicking off her shoes, the first thing she does is check the coffee table. There is no gift there.

Instead - there is a girl sitting on top of it.

Hange blinks, beyond confused, lifts her glasses and rubs at her eyes. The girl doesn't disappear.

Instead she turns to her, squealing loudly.

"You finally came! We've been waiting here all day!"

Hange numbly nods, and when her brain that works at a sluggish pace registers that the girl said "we", her arm starts reaching out to the baseball bat she keeps in her closet.

"She's pretty," the girl says to someone, turning her head to the side. "Although, doesn't look like an angel with eyes deep as an ocean."

"You forget that he was on painkillers when he said that," that someone scoffs. "And he also said that the eyes looked like ocean of shit, so, really, Levi isn't the best poet."

Levi? An angel? Ocean of shit?

What the hell are those people talking about? And, more importantly, what the hell are they doing inside her apartment?

Hange touches the handle of a bat, her fingers are curled around the hilt when the girl turns back to her.

"Hi!" she waves and the outstretches her hand, tugging at someone's sleeve. A guy comes into Hange's view - tall and lanky, with short light hair. He waves at her too and curls up his lips, although his smile isn't nearly as bright as his friend's.

"Hello," Hange answers slowly, heart hammering in her chest. So this is it? She really is going to die? She wonders if the bat can save her. There are two of them and they got inside her apartment without any sign of forced entry. They're clearly very skillful. And, possibly, more deadly that her bat could ever hope to become.

"What are you doing in my apartment?" she asks it tentatively, careful not to provoke them.

"We came to say hi!" the girl's smile grows even wider. She bobs her head from side to side, her pigtails swinging in the air. If the situation had been at least a little bit different, Hange would have found her endearing. Maybe, even offered her the candies she always keeps in the pocket of her jacket.

"We won't harm you," the guy says, rising his hands to prove that he's unarmed. "We just want to talk."

"And ask you for a favor!" the girl adds in a singing voice.

"A f-favor?" Hange shifts her gaze from one intruder to another, thinking if maybe she should call the police? She will, she decides. But after she hears what favor they need from her.

Your curiosity will be the end of you, Hange, Moblit's voice chides in her head.

"You know about the gifts, right?" the guy wonders.

Hange nods. "The one that always appear on a coffee table."

The duo frown.

"You didn't check the closet?" the girl asks.

"And under your bed?" the guy adds.

"Um..." Hange scratches her neck, feeling it warm up under their confused stares. "I'll go check there right now."

"No!" the girl surges forward, seizing her hand. Hange tenses immediately, thoughts "they're going to kill me, this is it, I'm going to die" racing through her.

But then nothing happens, and the girl even steps back when she notes Hange's discomfort.

"We just want you to meet someone," she says, and her sweet voice coupled with those adorable puppy eyed look make Hange resolve crumble.

Your kindness and immense trust in people would get you killed someday too, Moblit scolds her again.

"We just need to take some precautions, if you don't mind," the guy speaks up. Hange's throat closes up when he takes out a white handkerchief. "But you will be safe, I promise."

You're going to get kidnapped and then killed, Moblit continues to nag, and then I'm going to come to your funeral, stand over your grave and say I told you so.

Hange ignores the voice in her head the same way she usually ignores Moblit's warnings at work. She nods again, and then the guy comes behind her and takes off her glasses, wrapping the handkerchief around her eyes.

"You guys are into really kinky stuff?" she jokes as he starts pushing her forward.

The girl at her side snickers. The guy groans, muttering, "God, you'll make a great pair."

***

Thankfully, they take the handkerchief off before pushing her through the door of some old, battered up building. The floors are creaky and the windows are shattered in some places, but the building is clean.

Exceptionally clean, much better than her apartment.

The gears in her head start turning, as Hange remembers a stranger who scrubbed out a blood stain from her couch while probably still bleeding. The suspicions continue to grow when the guy - Farlan, he introduced himself on their way there - leads her to a room upstairs.

Inside stands a couch, nearly not as comfy as hers, and an old, grainy TV. On a floor next to it sits a guy. He wears a grey t-shirt, so his abs are not on display this time, but Hange recognises the stranger she saved right off the bat.

She wants to exclaim "you!" and point a very accusing finger at him, but he beats her to it.

"Isabel," he narrows his eyes, staring the girl down. She stares back, unflinching, her smile sweet like a candy. "Farlan," he turns to him, his gaze even darker.

"Saw her standing at our entrance," Farlan explains, overly flippant. "Says she wanted to meet ya."

"We'll leave you to it!" Isabel chirps, giving Hange's hand a quick squeeze and then turning around.

"R-right," Farlan starts moving too. "Izzy and I forgot to buy groceries. Have fun, Levi!"

The door after them closes with a loud bang, and suddenly Hange is alone with a guy who possibly (she didn't prove it yet) spent the last months breaking into her apartment and leaving gifts not only on a coffee table, but inside a closet and under the bed as well.

"So," she begins, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. Perhaps, the tension wouldn't be so unbearable if the guy - Levi - stopped staring at her so intently. "You've been giving me all these gifts?"

"Kinda," he admits, and breathing comes a little bit easier when he turns his gaze downwards.

Although, Hange notes with a sort of sobering bewilderment, his eyes are really, really nice, and she really wants to see more of them.

"You know that's really creepy?" she asks, delighting in the way his shoulders tense. "You made my friend worry."

"That idiot?" Levi lets a tch sound. "The one with the shitty cameras? Almost got caught by that fucker."

"So why did you go through all that trouble?"

"Just wanted to thank you," he mumbles. "For saving my life back then."

"Could have just said so," Hange advises. She takes a pause - a long one - to prepare him for her next words. Truth be told, she needs to prepare for it too. "You could have asked me out on a date too."

He looks up so quickly, Hange wants to laugh. She wants to, but she can't, because there is a lump in her throat that would only disappear after Levi gives her an answer.

He holds her gaze for a long, long time. Hange feels like she can't breathe, and she thinks Levi is doing that on purpose. Maybe, it's a payback for her earlier teasing.

"There is a waffle house around the corner," he jerks his thumb in the general direction. "It's not as nice as the one next to your house, but if you want-"

"I do," Hange cuts him off, and then laughs at his surprised expression. "I wanted to ever since I found you that night," she admits softly.

"When I was bleeding out on a street?" he asks incredulously. "You're a freak, four-year."

"Oh please," Hange rolls her eyes, playfully punching his arm. "You're the one to talk. Eyes as deep as the ocean of shit?" she quotes.

Levi's ears catch fire. "I told them to never bring that up," he mutters, his fists clenching.

"It's kinda cute, if I'm being honest," Hange confesses, grinning at Levi. "Not exactly flattering, but certainly creative."

"God," he groans again. "Are you always that insufferable?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

"Good," Levi murmurs.

Hange's heart flutters and she reaches out for his hand, holding it in hers and intertwining their fingers. Levi - in a stark contrast to the their first meeting - lets her.

They start walking, still hand in hand, and Hange feels like the main character from the love stories Mike likes to read so much.

Levi looks up at her with a faint smile on his lips, and Hange feels like her grand romantic adventure has just began.

[riddlecrux]

Historical AU

Day 7 of Elriel Month!

Summary: Blue and violet material rustled as she stared at three stars and three mountain peaks which sparkled in the daylight. The place that called her home. Velaris knights galloped through the forest with grace and dignity. At the front of the formation, she spotted him. Note: This is a snippet of my upcoming multi chapter Medieval AU Elriel fanfic!

There was talk in the town.

A gossip about one particular knight was spreading among ladies like a wildfire, fast and unforgiving. Whenever she went out, for a trip to the market or tailor, the words were often hushed and clipped. As if saying them outright and loud would bring the said person stumbling through the door - unannounced and feared. It was as if a shadow of a knight lived among the elites, constantly watching their lips, ready to strike from the darkest parts of the room. She had thought that gossiping was a rather boring thing to do, especially during the daytime - she much preferred spending her free time gardening and walking through the nearby forest.

The solitude she yearned for was always waiting for her, embracing her in silence and wisps of spring wind. A book under her arm, the hem of her skirt tucked between her fingers as she moved through the green maze with a blush covering her pale skin. It was something completely different from the small, claustrophobic ballrooms filled with perfumed guests and men trying to catch themselves a woman, a wife, a person that they were going to tame. A woman, later barely a doll. Empty shell filled with her husband's desires, placid and neat. Never free, never wild - an object that men love to present as a trophy.

Elain huffed, long steps halting as golden brown tresses slipped from her modest braid - her blue dress wrinkled and dirty, the mud sprinkled even her undergarments as she maneuvered through the forest road. She glanced behind her, a nervous tick, and with a soft frown on her forehead, she leaned against the rough tree. Few flowers slipped from her hand as she closed her eyes, breathing the scent of nature which coaxed her troubled mind.

She knew that the day would come, sooner or later - she prayed that her resolve and kindness would prevent her from marriage without love but naive as she was she knew that it was only a matter of time before her mother chose her a fiancé. Preferably rich one, from a distinguished family with a house close to the city market and church. Those arguments were vain and so ill-matched in Elain's opinion. She didn't care for money; she wanted to be loved. More than anything else she wanted to be chosen because of her personality - not too extravagant, timid, and simple as her father once said. Nesta always had a spark in her, steel that made men tremble before her, a woman made for a king or a duke. Her older sister was always the example of everything Elain wasn't, yet the day before Nesta's arranged marriage it was her older, wiser, dutiful sister that ran away - leaving a letter in which she chose love over duty.

I do not wish to be shackled by a man that does not deserve me. Women are much more than cattle you breed to sell. I part with a heavy heart, not because of my decision but because of the future of my sisters.

Elain had read the letter thousands of times, tracing letters with her fingers - remembering Nesta's coldness and silent form of love. She envied her older sister. If she was more courageous, less soft she would, perhaps, repeat her sister's steps.

Sighing through her parted lips her head hit the tree behind her. I do not wish to be shackled by a man that does not deserve me. She murmured under her breath like a prayer staring at the empty road that led to her little town. Gripping the old book by its edges Elain willed herself to pray. Pray that the man her mother had chosen would not like her. Pray that her resolve would show her the correct way, an answer to her broken promise. Pray that…

Her eyes opened at the sound of horses coming down the road. Glancing behind her cover she saw four riders, all dressed in black robes - all of them being knights. Her grip on the branch tightened as her mouth parted once again at the sight of a very well-known flag that was flowing in the air behind them. Blue and violet material rustled as she stared at three stars and three mountain peaks which sparkled in the daylight. The place that called her home. Velaris knights galloped through the forest with grace and dignity. At the front of the formation, she spotted him.

A knight dressed in black armor, iron spikes coming from his shoulder pads, and even sharper ones adorning his helmet. His gauntlets tightly clenched around his horse’s harness, dark and utterly beautiful. The breastplate was wide and devoid of any ornaments safe for three stars on each side of his armor. On his left side an extraordinary sword. Its majestic hilt covered in small, blue gems which were reflecting sunshine as he moved on the massive, gorgeous stallion. It was her gasp that made him snap his neck in her direction - she quickly scrambled and hid behind the tree wishing that he hadn't seen her. As the sounds of hooves started to ease with their every step, Elain slowly crept from her hiding position. Her heart beating so loud that the bird sitting on one of the branches fled from its resting spot.

The talk of the town - The Scarred Knight, came just in time for the tournament.

*

3 YEARS EARLIER

The summer was hot and stuffy.

Elain shot a quick glance behind her shoulder as she ran through the crowded streets of the town. She could hear Lucien's screams and his brothers’ laughter, however, she didn't stop. Her feet adorned with leather booties moved even faster, as long as she lost the gingers she would be safe. She turned right, stumbled because of the moving wagon, and sprinted towards cathedral alley - people were staggering when she turned in another street, her hair falling from her up-do in waves of molten gold. The freedom in her lungs was addictive. She felt like a bird, freed from its beautiful cage that it was trapped in for its whole life.

Her feet hit the muddy ground as she scanned moving peasants and with a resolution on her delicate features, she whirled around and ran straight towards the training grounds. One step, two steps...

She gasped when she collided with a solid body, her feet getting caught in the lace of her dress, making her fall on her backside with a loud thud. Her forehead was hurting and she could swear that the world around her wavered as she finally decided to glance at the reason for her fall. It was a knight, a tall and very deadly one. His violet eyes scanned her for injuries and with a slow sigh, he presented her a gloved hand.

"My lady," his sensual voice rang in her ears as she gracefully - at least she hoped so, gripped his fingers and stood up. Her beige dress was dirty and ruffled at its edges. Her mother would have scolded her till her calves were raw from the beating. The sight of her so utterly ungracious and dishonorable would shake her so much that Elain would have had to beg her on her knees to stop. Nevertheless, as she looked at her skirt she saw few droplets of blood and with a frown, she deduced that she, in fact, sliced her palm when she tried not to stumble.

Snapping her attention back to the knight in front of her, she slowly bowed and smiled. Her curls created a halo around her heart-shaped face when she finally looked him straight in his eyes. He was tall, well built and had brown skin. It was a beautiful color, she mused trying not to think how handsome he was.

"Sir Knight, pardon my intrusion," she cocked her head as another knight appeared in her peripheral vision. He was even taller and bigger than the one from before. His long hair flew on wisps of wind as he chuckled seeing her state and dirt on her dress. One dark brow rose with a flicker of amusement in his bright eyes.

"It's a rather peculiar sight to behold," he murmured as another wave of deep laughter erupted from his throat. She could feel redness coming up on her cheeks and with a swift movement, she ducked her chin down. Her mother would have simply perished if she saw her right now. What a disgrace for her perfect family.

"Cassian, the lady is hurt," she still didn't dare to look up, and when the newcomer left as quickly as he appeared she stole a small glance in the direction of soft sounds.

On her right, the training grounds were almost empty safe for a knight in black armor, kneeling on the ground. His hands were bare and visible to her eyes - scars, horrible and painful ones adoring his long fingers and gentle palms were a stark contrast to his dark attire. However, what caught her initial attention was the way he was slowly but surely trying to feed a stray kitten that aimlessly wandered here. His kneeling person, sharp against the tiny creature barely visible to the human eye. Two oddities coexisting in that nanosecond of time seemed to stop for her as she devoured the sight of this blindingly pure kindness.

"My lady," she heard the other man from somewhere far away. Her tunnel vision focused on that one person, his act of gentleness amidst the blazing sunlight, and… the way his scarred fingers were trembling while he placed all of his weight on his knees. As if he was scared and ashamed of their appearance, even before that small animal hissing in his direction. "My lady?" Her doe eyes found violet ones and with a soft gasp, she came to her senses.

"Please do forgive me for my ignorance," her voice shook and she hated herself for that. For that slight hint of distress slipping through the cracks of her perfectly molded mask of courtesy. The knight rose a dark brow and with frivolous joy watched her behavior as if he had solved a mysterious puzzle. Deep down in her chest, her heart sang an unknown song that made her spiral even further into herself.

"Azriel!" A sharp command slashed the air as she whipped her head at the source of that loud noise. The violet-eyed knight bowed elegantly as the kneeling man slowly stood up, even taller than previously acquainted knights, and slowly made a way towards them. His armor was loud, yet mesmerizing - she felt her bloodstream tickle, surge as the earth shattered under her legs with the force of warmth and longing she suddenly felt. An intake of breath caught in her lungs made her frozen as foreign yet so well-known hazel eyes stopped on her person. As if she had dreamt about them, as if they were forever imprinted inside her like a burst of thousands of stars. The slits in his helmet allowed her to see his long eyelashes, dark and dangerous, as he inclined his greetings.

"Sir Knight," she breathed out, like a bird singing for its designed mate. The knight's burning gaze left her shaking - as if her soul suddenly came down on earth and wished for a moment of utmost closure.

"The lady is hurt," the shorter one supplied glancing between both of them with a smirk. "Please attend her while I gather supplies," and with a swift nod, he left both of them alone. She supposed that time became only a fraction of surrounding her world when Azriel only stared at her, his scarred hands tucked behind him as if the sight of them might have somehow offended her.

"Sir Knight," her lips parted with a silent echo of yearning. "You have truly beautiful hands," his eyes widened, a golden hue covering his irises as his armor rumpled with the stretch of his muscles.

"It's a far-fetched compliment, my lady, yet I'm declaring my thanks," he blinked as she fought with an overwhelming feeling dancing in her chest. He was so close to her and yet she felt as if he was a whole ocean away. Maybe her soul, the one who often whispered in her ear about soulmates, tricked her and made her a fool. Maybe because of that she wanted to say something, anything that could last - to make him remember her, a wild girl with flowers in her hair.

"It's not," she urged and let herself smile. "For what I have seen, Sir, you are gentle-natured," a gust of wind ruffled her tresses and when she tried to fight with them, scarred digits arrived next to her ear.

"And you, my lady, are indisputably a spring ready to conquer the already fading winter," he whispered urgently. Her heart trembled at his words, it was as if he had spoken to her spirit, to the gaping wound of her hidden longings and dreams. As if he had known her, right now and all these centuries before. The time was crashing into her like waves of that unknown feeling that overcame her, however before she could answer the loud yell of her name startled her like a deer.

"I must," her ragged breathing stopped when she saw red-haired men stumbling onto training grounds. Wide-eyed and breathless she stole the last glance at her starry-eyed soulmate and turned around. Even if all laws of this world told her to stay, screamed at her to turn around to see the universe crashing inside those hazel eyes, she didn't.

She left him there, a tray of sunlight and starlight glittering behind her as he watched her till she became only a speck of dust in the blazing heat.

[redgillan]

Under Pastel Skies - 1

Sugar daddy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Modern!AU Bucky doesn’t need anyone, especially not a sugar baby. He isn’t that desperate… but she smiles so sweetly and she’s endearingly awkward, and he’s so lonely. She’s an artist, a painter, the type of person who always puts others before herself. Throwing caution to the wind Bucky offers her a place to live, a place where she can finally paint whatever her heart desires. He doesn’t need much in return; a friend, a muse.

Word Count: 2,183

Warnings: none

A/N: This is brand new and probably one of the softest series I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy it, these two are going to fall in love so hard!

“I don’t feel good.”

You started rocking back and forth, your breathing coming too fast and too shallow. A drop of sweat rolled down from your armpit, making you hyperaware of the fact that you were looking like a mess. You pressed the back of your hand to your forehead and groaned; your hairline was wet.

Looking at your dress, you felt bile rise up in your throat.

You should have worn the blue dress. Blue was a nice colour, everyone loved blue. Blue made people calm and at ease. No, instead, you had taken Natasha’s advice and put on the tight orange-red dress that clung to your body and made your breasts look incredible.

But now the dress stuck uncomfortably to your body, the space between your breasts was wet and glistening. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think. Red was the colour of passion, of anger and danger, and you just had to deal with your poor life decision.

Although deep down, you knew it wasn’t about the dress, or its colour.

“Relax,” Natasha said, sipping her lemonade. “I’m here, it’s going to be fine.”

“I am not fucking relaxed, Nat,” you repeated with a scoff. “I’m at a bar, about to meet a potential sugar daddy; that’s not what normal people do on a Friday night.”

“You’d be surprised,” she sassed. You gave her an unimpressed look. “Look, you can live with me for as long as you like, and you can work odd shifts at the hotel for the rest of your life if that’s what you want. But I know you, you’re an artist, and artists need freedom and benefactors. Sam is the reason I finished paying my tuition. You can call him my sugar daddy, but I prefer the word scholarship.”

Yeah, it was only a matter of perspective –and vocabulary. Some may call this whole thing brilliant, others stupid. You weren’t quite sure what to think yet.

“And this guy’s legit?” you asked for the nth time.

“Yes, Sam says he’s a great guy; sweet, handsome, thoughtful. He’s the whole package.”

“Mmmh.”

You eyed the pair of napkins the waiter had placed on the table along with your drinks, and wondered if it would be appropriate to stick them under your armpits to sop up the sweat trickling down your sides.

“Oh, fuck it,” you grumbled, reaching for the napkins.

You patted your armpits dry while you anxiously scanned the growing crowd. It was a high end bar, definitely not your usual hang out spot. The patrons were dressed in designer clothes and wore jewellery that cost more than your three years of art classes at the School of Visual Arts.

“Do we really have to stay sober?”

Natasha cocked a brow at you. “You don’t drink.”

You only groaned in response.

“I know how you’re feeling, I’ve been there, too,” she replied. “It’ll be like a normal first date. You’ll get to know each other, see if you guys hit it off, and if everything goes well you’ll talk about the arrangement. You can’t give consent if you’re under the influence of alcohol, so drink your lemonade and stop fussing, yeah?”

Like an obedient child, you brought the bent straw to your lips and took a quick sip of the icy refreshment. You toyed with the straw and watched the ice cubes slowly shrink. It was strangely soothing.

“They’re here.”

And just like that, your panic returned full force. You snapped your head up and tried to smile when you saw Sam approaching your table. You set your drink down on the coffee table and wiped your clammy hands on your dress.

Natasha stood up and gave Sam a kiss. While she wiped off a smudge of lipstick she had left on his upper lip, you glanced at the man behind Sam.

He was tall, muscular, and had a mysterious air about him. He was dressed casually, in black jeans and white t-shirt with a maroon bomber jacket that suited his pale complexion. The left sleeve of his jacket was tucked inside, empty.

Even without being an expert in behaviour analysis, you could tell he felt uncomfortable. He bowed his head to hide his face and kept looking around as if someone was going to attack him or as if he wanted to know where the nearest exit was.

Sam whispered something in the man’s ear and clapped him on the back before he turned to you.

“Okay, we’ll let you guys get to know each other.” Natasha looped her arm through Sam’s, and gave you an encouraging smile. You heard Sam whispering to his friend again. “Buck, seriously, you look like someone shoved a broomstick up your ass. Relax, man.”

“We’ll be over at the bar if you need anything.”

She gave you a thumbs-up as Sam led her across the crowd, toward the bar. With an authoritative look, Sam pointed to the seat across from yours and mouthed ‘sit’ at his friend who rolled his eyes and ground his teeth in response.

“Hi,” you started, trying to sound cheerful but the slight tremble in your voice gave you away.

“Hey, I’m sorry,” he cut you off, “you seem like a nice girl but I’m not looking for anyone, least of all a sugar baby. I told Sam it was a stupid idea, but he never listens. This has nothing to do with you, I’m sure you’re great. I’m really sorry, I hope you’re not disappointed.”

He had barely made eye contact with you during his long-winded speech but you did notice that they were blue. Now that you knew this wasn’t going anywhere, your shoulders lowered and you felt yourself smiling.

“Of course, I understand. I wasn’t particularly thrilled, too. No offense.”

He bent his head and ran a hand through his hair, his lips curved up in a soft smile. “Is your friend as meddling as mine?”

You let out a loud laugh, your eyes widening. “More! If meddling were an Olympic sport, Nat would have more medals than Michael Phelps.”

His shoulders shook in a soundless chuckle but he still wasn’t looking at you. “So why’d you agree?”

You took your glass of lemonade and played with the straw while you searched for an answer that wouldn’t sound too desperate or dramatic. You majestically failed.

“I guess I felt like I had nothing to lose.” You shrugged. “It’s like when you’re standing on the edge of a cliff and you only have two options; jumping off the cliff or getting eaten by a pack of wolves,” you said, checking them off on your fingers as you enumerated them. “You have to choose the lesser of two evils.”

He frowned, a curious glint in his eyes and a hint of a smile curved his lips. Your eyes widened when you realized you might have offended him.

“Not that I think you’re evil,” you rushed to add. “What I meant to say is that sometimes you don’t really have a choice. And when you have no other option but to jump, well... your chances are infinite. Anything can happen.”

He slowly raised his eyes to meet yours, a form of understanding in the depth of his icy blue eyes. He was truly handsome; a little older than the men you usually went out with, but he had kind eyes and very, very nice lips. You looked away, feeling a little foolish.

“Wow, I’m fun at parties, uh? Guess you dodged a bullet,” you laughed, cringing a little as you said it.

He returned a tight smile, loaded with something sad. He looked at you a moment longer and you held your breath, suddenly hoping he would stay and chat. A solemn expression crossed his face and he seemed to go through some kind of inner struggle before he reached a decision.

“It was nice meeting you,” he said, shaking your hand before wishing you goodnight. You watched him leave the bar, his shoulders hunched forward, looking as tense as he did when he entered.

That tiny flicker of hope left with him.

“Hey!” Sam called out, a deep frown on his face as he approached you. “Where is he going?”

“It didn’t work out,” you answered with a shrug.

Sam deflated. “I bet he didn’t even try.”

“Does it really matter?” you replied, shrugging into your coat, something way too thin for the changing weather. “He’s not ready, and honestly, you can’t blame him. This sugar daddy-baby thing isn’t for everyone.”

“I know that,” Sam argued, blowing out a frustrated breath. He turned to Natasha, silently pleading with her to understand, but she was as clueless as you were.

There were lots of reasons Sam wanted Bucky to meet you, and none of them included sex. It was difficult to explain his motivations without betraying his friend’s trust; without telling you too much about Bucky.

“I’m not trying to find him a girlfriend,” Sam continued. “He needs more friends, and he has connections to help you in the art world. I thought you two could help each other out.”

You wrapped your scarf around your neck and grabbed the backpack you had shoved under your seat. It contained your work uniform, clean underwear, toiletries, a bottle of water, your wallet, and a couple of granola bars. Your whole life was in that backpack.

“I’m sorry, Sam,” you said, adjusting the trap of your bag. “I guess it wasn’t meant to be.” You turned to Nat. “I’m going to stay at the hotel tonight, my shift starts at 6 so you’ll have the apartment to yourself.”

Without waiting for an answer, you disappeared into the crowd and headed for the door. Outside the wind was blowing, the cold air biting at your face and bare legs. You took a deep breath, watching as the cold air turned your breath into white smoke.

People were milling about, taking pictures of the skyscrapers, walking hand-in-hand and marvelling at pretty much anything. New York was full of contradictions; kind and hard, smooth and rough, poor and rich. It was exciting to live here, it was exciting to see how people lived together despite their differences. For an artist such as yourself, it was a gold mine of infinite inspiration.

In front of you, a taxi drove closer to the curb, then slowed as a man stepped onto the street and opened the door. He looked over his shoulder and saw you standing there. Sam’s friend smiled at you.

He noticed your light coat, your backpack and your scuffed ankle boots. It was hard to believe that under your coat, you were wearing a sexy little number. He imagined that this was more your style, and he liked it. It was fresh, laidback, casual. He could even see a few drops of paint on the toe of your boots, a smattering of orange and blue.

“Hi, again,” he said. “Wanna share a cab?”

You nodded eagerly, your face half buried in your scarf. You were positively freezing, you didn’t even think twice about following him. He let you climb in first and jumped in after you, angling his body to hide his missing arm.

You gave the driver the address of a Holiday Inn in the Flatiron District and sank into the seat. It dawned on you that you didn’t even know his name. Sam had called him Buck, but you were pretty sure it was one of those nicknames only long-time friends are allowed to use.

“Bucky,” he said with a genuine smile after you told him your name. “I’m sorry I ruined your evening. How long are you going to stay in town?”

“No worries, you didn’t ruin anything. And I live in New York. I live with Natasha.”

“Aren’t we going to a hotel?” Bucky asked, looking out the window with a frown.

“Yup, I work there. Breakfast attendant. I figured Sam and Nat would like some privacy and sometimes my co-worker at the front desk let me borrow a room for the night.”

The car pulled to a stop at the curb and you reached into the front pocket of your backpack to retrieve your wallet. Bucky stopped you.

“Please, let me pay,” he said. “As a sorry for dragging you to a bar and leaving without even telling you my name.”

“Ouch, yes, when you put it like that it wasn’t a great night,” you said with a crooked smile. He responded with an exaggerated cringe. It made you laugh. “Hey, it wasn’t you who dragged me to a bar, it was Sam. You can always tell him to pay you back.”

His eyes brightened. “I definitely will.”

“Goodnight, Bucky,” you giggled, closing the door behind you. You walked up to the big automatic doors and waved goodbye one last time.

“’Night, angel.”

Bucky asked the driver to wait until you were safe inside before driving away. As he watched you, he thought back to what you had said earlier.

Your chances are infinite. Anything can happen.

This time, it made him smile.

part 2

[sincerelyravens]

the curse of betrayal: 

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has gained a new student.

After an abrupt change of schools and a move back to London, thanks to her mom’s ever-changing job, Jana has been brought to the school that her father attended to finish out her schooling. Leaving behind her friends at Beauxbatons, and losing some along the way, Jana must find her own place in Hogwarts—especially now that she doesn’t have her long-time best friend and school-year-penpal, Britt Ingelbrecht, to lean on after the events of the summer. Despite this, Jana has her handsome and loving boyfriend, Jens Stoffels, at her side and his friends, who seem to enjoy her presence. Even after the abrupt move and the loss of all her friends, Jana has everything that she wants… right?

Jana Ackermans had spent the first four years of her magical school career at Beauxbatons. While she had prepared for a life of magic since she had first used it at the age of three to summon a confiscated teddy bear from the top shelf, nothing could have prepared her for the majesty of Beauxbatons Academy.

Since the foundation of the school, all the way in ancient times, the school was stationed in an elegant, meticulously designed chateau that could’ve passed for an abandoned royal palace. As the volume of students increased exponentially—taking not only students from France, but also those located in Belgium (where Jana lived when she turned 11), the Netherlands, and a handful of other countries—the chateau had been expanded and redone, making it seem as though the chateau had forever been like that. From the famous Flamel Fountain to the majestic gardens where the students would study in the sun, the chateau was a timeless and beautiful classic in the hidden depth of the French countryside. The school’s beautiful, dazzling glamour not only attracted classically trained chefs and musicians, but also a wild flock of winged horses who were fed and cared for by the students in Care of Magical Creatures.

Now, thinking of the school had made her sad—especially since it was the school that she had known for so long. Especially since Hogwarts—beautiful and magical in its way—was so different than the school she had known. When Jana was little, she and her family had lived in London—in the same house that became a vacation home in the summer—but her mother’s abrupt job transfer took them all to Antwerp, Belgium. If they had never moved, Jana would’ve never gone to Beauxbatons, never would’ve met the roommates that she loved so much, and she would’ve been at Hogwarts, the school that she was at right now.

While Jana understood her mother’s wishes to have her transfer to Hogwarts so she would be closer to London, there was a part of her that wished that she had never left Beauxbatons. Given how the summer months had ended, with her longest friendship—one that endured years of distance and school-year letters—shattered into splinters of fractured glass, the resonating feeling of sad nostalgia seemed to be amplified with how different the Hogwarts school was from Beauxbatons.

But, above all else, Jana missed her former roommates—Adeleine and Charlotte—who had been her roommates since their first year together. She missed Adeleine and her ability to always find the best gossip in Beauxbatons, eagerly retelling it in long, dramatic stories in the depths of the night. She missed Charlotte and her drawings, having decorated their dormitory with her numerous sketches charmed on the walls. She even missed Charlotte’s obnoxious hairdryer that had a hum that would wake Jana up every morning without fail. She missed their late-night talks, giggling quietly on one of their beds so they wouldn’t get caught, and their weekend extravaganzas in the gardens, their books and notes forgotten on their laps and laughing loudly, openly.

However, despite the sadness Jana felt whenever she thought of Beauxbatons and her wishes that she had never left her friends, there was something equally as thrilling and magical about being at Hogwarts. Whenever she had first seen the castle, leaning out over the side of a carriage drawn by thestrals, Jana had been amazed at the beauty that it held and how a feeling of warmth seemed to rush through her all at once—like she was home.

[thepeakygurl]

Bittersweet Tragedy

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Prompt: you and Draco have been dating for quite a while, until you started to grow apart and one day you saw him with someone else, leaving you heartbroken.

Angst.

The summer crawled miserably by and yet, he didn’t care to send an owl. For months you wished, every night and morning since that darned day, for Draco to make amends but with your most feared expectations he didn’t.

Love as they made it sound in novels, was nothing compared to what you and Draco shared. The understanding you had of each other was beyond love and sometimes, that scared you. Being deeply connected to someone up to the point where you felt you knew them even before meeting them, that kind of bond. Falling in love was easy as making a spell, but staying in love and cherish it, that was a bit more tricky. Because, regardless all the sentiments and the good intentions, you and Draco were different in so many ways. He was reckless, impulsive and bad tempered, you on your side were more cautious, attentive and easily irritable, so much that fighting was almost as making love. However, at the end of the day, those same differences got closer you and made you understand, whatever there was to understand.

You couldn’t tell exactly when or how, but something changed. One day you were hiding in the Slytherin dorms, trying to slid inside his room without being notice and the other you end up walking across him without the guts to look at each other. Somehow, you became the ghost of each other, so hard to forget and persistently there. You were still together by that time, too in love to say goodbye and admit to yourself that it was over. He simply didn’t look at you the same way. You felt it in your bones, the coldness when he last said the words I love you, the emptiness that were filling those words almost made you fall on your knee, as you never heard such words being said so carelessly. It hurt, it really did. But you knew love was still there, it had to be. You wanted it to be.

And perhaps, that’s why you thought it was a good idea to sneak into the Slytherin dorms again, once more, to come along and talk to him about how you were feeling. Nothing however could have prepared you for what you saw. Him, your boyfriend, the guy you were in love and in desperate need to have back, caressing the cheek of another girl. Their bodies so close to each other, as close as he used to be with you. They were smiling, a smile that you didn’t see in Draco for weeks now and it hurt more than a kiss. A kiss you could argue, is about the contemplation of the flesh, but a smile, that is more about feeding the soul. That thought broke something within your chest, whether it was your heart or whatever was inside there, it broke. Nothing in those years ever hurt as much.

And when he saw you, standing there just a few meters between you and him, visibly shook and speechless he didn’t say or do anything. He just looked. That day something got broke also inside of him. The thought of hurting you, that hunted him ever since he first laid a kiss on your lips. Torturing him so much that temptation got the best out of him. People always said you were too much for him. Too good, too gorgeous, too loyal, too real. And they were right, he also knew that and how foul of him to think he could keep such a beautiful thing. Truth is, before you, he never knew what falling in love could possibly mean. The only love he knew was his mother’s and also that one could be wicked. As much as an excuse that could feel like, he thought that perhaps letting you go could do nothing but good to you. He saw how miserable you were because of him, because his own insecurities and fears. You were slowly sliding away from him and he tried to hold you tight, he did try, but something was telling him to let go. And so he did.

For the whole summer he so desperately wanted to talk to you, to say how sorry he was and how much he missed you, but he felt as if he didn’t have the right to do so and even think of doing it was making him selfish and that he couldn’t be with you.

Going back to Hogwarts was not easy, but you had your friends and they on their part were not going to stand by and watch you drawn in your own shadow. That was a relief. Few months went but and now smiling was the only thing you could do, laughing and making memories you knew no one could take away from you. But still, seeing Draco and couldn’t even say hello to him, that saddened you. You wouldn’t admit it even to yourself, but love, some parts of it was still there.

So time flied this time, it was now spring and you loved this time of the year. You loved to watch how the tree bloomed from their sorrow into their own majestic beauty. The colours and the flowers, signs that everything goes and eventually everything returns.

You shared the potion lessons with the Slytherin house, you were by then used to it. However you didn’t prepare yourself for what was about to come next. The professor asked you all to perform the Amortentia potion. Part of you feared to smell it, that all the questions you were asking yourself, laid all in the potion you had now in front of you. Without even realising it, you were already smelling vanilla, the sweet of green apples, honey and citrus. Wonderful and aromatic scents that you knew very well. You heart started to ache so badly, that you almost didn’t realise some tears were sliding down your cheeks. The last thing you remember was standing up and running out of the class, with the professor calling you out.

Draco was looking at you the whole time, asking himself if you as well were being invaded by the memories and you gave him the chance to believe you did. He followed you, not giving a damn about the professor now calling him out too. He quickly run towards you, you were now in the hallway trying to desperately wipe away those silly tears “Y/N...” he called out, that voice made your whole body shiver, you didn’t turn you didn’t want him to see you like that, especially because it was he’s own doing. “Are you alright?” He asked, his voice being breathy as he tried to chase you seemed now in a brittle.

“Since when do you care?” Those words left your mouth so quick and easily that you hated yourself, you didn’t want to effectively talk to him, after all what was there to talk about? You now turned to him. His eyes were a bit red, you could tell he was forcing himself to maintain a straight serious face, he was the same as handsome as ever. With his stupid silky blonde hair and his icy blue eyes.

He froze as he hard you say those words, the guilt invaded him in less than a second “I always cared, I still do, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t. Don’t you think?”

“Oh, you don’t get to sass me out like that.” You said, allowing yourself to burst into a small sarcastic laugh “As a matter of fact, you don’t get to speak to me at all!” You yelled at him.

You never did such a thing and that almost made him took a step back, he never saw you like that. Something inside of him wanted to just hug you and beg for your forgiveness “I’m sorry for what I did to you. I am. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but know this, I am really sorry y/n” his voice cracked a little and you would lie to yourself if you didn’t say you saw a few tears in his eyes.

“You didn’t write or attempted to talk to me in any way. For Merlin’s beard, Draco! You didn’t even broke up with me!” Your voice echoed in the whole hallway and you knew that you were moments aways of being taken to detention “You coward goblin! Did you think so little of me that you didn’t even care to tell me we were over?”

Draco once again, felt something get broken as you were speaking “I didn’t speak, write or attempted to do anything because I didn’t want it to be over. I made a mistake I know that, but even as I made it I never stopped loving you”

“Love, Draco, love is not something you should say so recklessly. When you love someone you don’t give up on them.” You were now shacking, but in some wicked way you were glad to be having this conversation, you wanted him to know how much he hurt you “I know we were having problems, but I thought we respected each other enough to speak about it, to eventually say goodbye without all of this nonsense!”

“I didn’t give up on you y/n! For merlin’s beard!” His voice was now raucous, but almost loud “I gave up on me. Don’t you understand? Being with me was making you miserable, you weren’t happy! How could you lie to yourself about it?! We reached a point were neither of us were able to look each other in the eye!”

“I wasn’t miserable because I was with you, I was miserable because I wanted to fix us, but I couldn’t find a way” you yelled back at him, your throat was now hurting, so bad that you had to slowly massage your neck. “It wasn’t your choice to make. You selfishly end it for the both of us, you weren’t the only one to be part of this relationship.” You whispered out, but he was close enough to hear you clearly.

Draco hesitated before speaking again, you were right, as always “I still love you. I really do.” He whispered as well, trying to grab your hand in his but you took a step back. He looked at you, your eyes were different, you changed in someway that he couldn’t yet explain.

“But that isn’t enough anymore, you know it too.” And you as well saw a change in him, or maybe that was what he was all along, you just were too in love to see it. “Goodbye Draco.” You said, walking now towards the professor that was already on his way to scold the both of you.

Closure. A young love that started in its purest way, was now a long distant memory. A bittersweet tragedy that Draco and yourself would always cherish in your hearts.

[amenomiko]

Aaaaaa Thank You so much for the looooooooooooong wait! I was too occupied and writer's block makes me tired more than ever 😭. Thank you so much for the request @ashavazesa ❤❤❤❤❤

A/N: I don't really take ALL Southeast Asia countries in this as I'm not really familiar with it. If you have questions regarding the culture, you may PM me or comment here ❤. Or you may google it, especially Butod 😏.

Lords x Southeast Asia Culture

Nobunaga - Hungry Ghost Festival (Malaysia / Singapore)

-It is a festival to honor the dead and so the gate from hell is opened.

-Mitsuhide: Most probably when the gate from hell is open, there will be Hideyoshi, practically running here and there upon his arrival ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^).

-Masamune: Exactly. With the red carpet and rose petals. Heh.

-Hideyoshi: ಠ_ಠ.... Still- Nobunaga-sama's presence itself is majestic, so I have to agree with both of you *cough*

-Mitsunari: But I don't understand.. Hideyoshi-sama is kind, why would he be in hell (´；д；`)?

-Hideyoshi: Now, now, Mitsunari. Not everyone will go to heaven easily.

-Mitsuhide: Indeed. One of the main reasons why he goes to hell is because he sister-zoned every maiden in the world.

-Hideyoshi: H E Y (　☉д⊙)!

-Back to Nobunaga: I demand my offering to be a pack of armies, thousands of konpeitos, and MC's candid pictures 😏😏😏😏.

-Shingen: How indecent. To hell with you 😒.

-Kennyo: Go somewhere else, don't take my place 😒.

-Nobunaga: Excuse me? Hell would not be yours as I am the Demon King

-Kennyo: Excuse you 😒. My sin is bigger than yours.

-MC: Is it me or is this a White Girls Sengoku Version ಠ_ಠ?

-Ieyasu: ...Why would anyone want to fight over hell in the first place =_=?

Hideyoshi - Everyone is Addressed as Boss / Uncle / Aunty (Malaysia)

-So he went to a restaurant..

-"Boss. What do you want to order?"

-He look left. And right.

-"Eh Boss. You want to order or not?"

-"Huh? M-me??"

-Then he went to a public place, and his wallet fell from his pocket,

-"Uncle. Excuse me."

-Uncle-- WHAT- He is not THAT OLD-- "Wh- Wha??"

-"Aiya Uncle. Your wallet. Later people take your money how?"

-"Uh--" What kind of language is that anyway??

-Sasuke: If you are wondering what kind of language they speak, it is called as 'Manglish', Hideyoshi-san.

-Hideyoshi: Ma- Ma what?

-Sasuke: Manglish. Malaysian + English casual ways of talking to someone.

-Random person: Eh Boss, excuse me. Do you want to enter or not? If not please move lah! You are blocking the door!

-Hideyoshi: ........*Stressed 101*

Masamune - Butod (Sago Grub) (Malaysia - Sabah)

-Le butod: *Wiggle wiggle wiggle* OwO

-And MC: *FAINTS*

-"So this is a.. Grub from sago tree, you say? And it is recommended to be eaten raw."

-"It looks like MC when she was struggling to get away from my grip when I try to kiss her."

-MC, who has fainted, woke up "Excuse me?? Are you saying that I am-"

-Butod: *Wiggle Wiggle on Masamune's Palm* OwO

-MC: *gasssppp* 😱😱😱😱 YOU..! DON'T TOUCH ME WITH THAT HAND TONIGHT ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥A˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚!

-Masamune: Eeeeh but why? *Pulls its head and eat it raw* Hmm.. Taste like chicken.

-MC: .....*Takes a bottle of sake and shove it into his mouth* Wash it down with this! WASH IT WITH T H I S!

-Masamune: MMMMF 😵😵😵😵!!

Mitsuhide - Chinese New Year Celebrations (Malaysia / Singapore)

-He was offered with lots of CNY treats and of course, he ate it without refusing it.

-Only to get the bewildered reactions from the people around him when he mixed the rice + fish + dumplings + sweet rice balls + spring rolls + glutinous rice cake in one bowl and eat it like nobody's business.

-Hideyoshi: Even if you can't taste it, don't eat it in that way (　☉д⊙)!!

-"Why Hideyoshi? This foods represents luck, you see. I need this luck so I can always escape from your endless 'love' ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)."

-Learned about Ang Pow.

-"So you will give away money if you are married, and will receive it if you are not married. I see..."

-MC: What's wrong, Mitsuhide?

-"Hmm? Oh, I was just concerned about Hideyoshi. Because he will give away Ang Pows throughout his life." *Shakes his head* "That's what he gets when he sister-zoned everyone."

-Hideyoshi: ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ.....

Ieyasu - Sambal (Hot Relish made with veggies / fruits and spices) (Indonesia)

-At first he was skeptical.

-Until he put some in his dish.

-Cues Ieyasu hugging the Sambal Jar.

-Growls when Masamune said "Can I have a look what they put inside-- Hey, hey, I said I want to have a look, not that I will eat it, lad. Calm down."

-Nobunaga, the usual demon on your shoulder: It's that precious, hmm? So you'd rather choose that than MC?

-MC: Please don't make me an option between food, Nobunaga ಠ_ಠ.

-Mitsuhide: Or maybe.. You can eat her by pouring all over her ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)?

-MC: I will become a living swollen red bell pepper, no thanks (눈‸눈).

Mitsunari - Vietnam and the amount of motorcyclists on the road (Vietnam)

-The gangs be all flustered with their surroundings, especially Hideyoshi.

-"Stay close, all of you! It's dangerous!"

-Masamune & Mitsuhide: Yes mom ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)~

-Hideyoshi: Who is your MOM (　☉д⊙)??

-Sasuke: It's alright, they say you can cross it casually as they will automatically avoid you.

-Hideyoshi: Impossible, isn't it dangerous? Besides, it's too close one after another!

-Sasuke: Here, let me give you an example. *Gives Mitsunari a book and whispered "You may cross now."*

-Our pure angel be like "O3O ooooh~~" And there he goes, walking straight ahead, with head buried in a book.

-Meanwhile, Hideyoshi: *Were pulled by both Masa and Mitsuhide* GAHH LET GO OF ME! MITSUNARIIIII \(Q A Q)/!!!! *GASP* NOOO NOBUNAGA-SAMA DON'T CROSS THE ROAD WHILE EATING YOUR KONPEITOOO!!!

-And Ieyasu, who has been watching Mitsunari who crossed the road safely to the other side: TCH. There's no one that hit him (•ˋ _ ˊ•).

Kenshin: 5 People on one Motorcycle (Indonesia)

-The first thing that he ask Sasuke was...

-"What is that?"

-Sasuke: Oh, as you can see, Kenshin-sama. Some people from a poor family will ride their motorcycle altogether as one. And so,.. Kenshin-sama?

-"Bringing the motorcycle back to the past would cause unnecessary scene, but an idea of 5 people in one ride is not bad. Hm."

-"Imagine, when you go to the battlefield, with 5 people in one horse, you can kill 5 people at one time."

-"Also, if they bring sake supplies, and 1 person hold one sake each, and there's 10 horses, I would've get 500 bottles in an hour."

-Them: ........

-Sasuke: Can't do, Kenshin-sama. Please pity our horse and if you work here, in this era, please don't be a math teacher. You will give a bad example in your class.

-Kenshin: Don't stop what I want to do, Sasuke (눈‸눈). Fine. Let's change that 5 person into me, and the killed people to Shingen instead. So it will be 5 of me, killing Shingen in one strike.

-Shingen: Psssh. If I were you, there will be 5 of me on one horse, so all of us can kiss MC in one go 😏✨✨✨.

-Yukimura: PLEASE STOP GAH MY BRAIN @A@

Shingen - Thailands... and their Kathoey (Thailand)

-Welp. His eyebrows wouldn't stop wiggling here and there to every pretty woman that he spotted.

-'Woman'. Heh.

-Sasuke about to warn him but Kenshin hold him back.

-"Let's teach him a lesson." He said. "It will be interesting." He said.

-And so they go to one place for dinner, when they were surrounded by a bunch of pretty women.

-"Hey handsome~~ wanna have fun with us?"

-Yukimura: Eh- uh- eh- I- I- o//////o

-"Oh come on~~~ *grope*"

-Yukimura: *Genuine Girlish Voice* KYAAAAAAAAA!!! *Fainted with foams*

-Shingen: Now, now, you girls are pretty attempting, but we need to fill our empty stomachs first, you see?

-He was occupied in talking to the girls when Sasuke whispered something to one of them without him realizing it. Then the girl went to Shingen's side, hugging his arm, "Please~ have fun with us~~ I will give you a reward if you say 'Yes'~"

-Shingen, playing along: Oooh? What would that be?

-Le girl, changing her voice into a manly one, "A lick of my lollipop, bro."

-And he fainted next to Yukimura. With foams in his mouth too.

Yukimura - Bali and their.... 'Souvenirs' (Indonesia)

-The first thing that came out from his mouth when he arrived at Bali is "Wh- wh- wh- r-romantic island?? Wh- who would show their intimacy in public--"

-*Shriek to a statue with a peculiar s*x position*

-*Shriek to almost everything*

-*Got stuck in one place until Sasuke had to pulled him out from the shop*

-Sasuke: Forgive me, bro. It's Shingen-sama's idea to enter this shop. It's normal for you to be culture shocked as one of their famous souvenirs is wee wee keychains (´・д・｀).

-"Don't say that casually OAO!"

-MC, takes one wee wee display and called out for him, "Yukimura~ come here for a sec. Look! Your wee wee (✿❛◡❛)!"

-"MMMMMCCCCCC ୧( ಠ////Д////ಠ )୨!!!!"

-Also Yukimura: *Gasp* This shop sells your kind! *Points at the restaurant that displays Rolling Pig*

-Scene of Yukimura got slapped by MC unfolds.

Sasuke - Sarawak's Blowpipe (Malaysia - Sarawak)

-Tour guide: One of the ethnicities in Sarawak is Iban people. They are known to hunt their prey with a blowpipe, which contained with a poison-coated needle.

-Sasuke: Oooh. *looks at the blowpipe* It's like detective conan but a poisoned needle ones (´・д・｀)✨✨✨

-Tour guide:

-Others:

-Tour guide: Would you like to give a try?

-Sasuke: Yes please (´・д・｀)✨✨✨ which target should I shoot it with?

-Tour guide: The balloon, next to the pole in front of you ☺.

-Sasuke: Okay. *Takes a deep breath*

-Kenshin:.......*monotonous voice* Ah, a mosquito. *Kicks Shingen to make him land in front of Sasuke*

-Shingen: H-Hey-- OAO

-Sasuke: Mmf- *Instantly pushed the pipe to shoot something else*

-*Stab*

-Mitsunari who happens to pass by: Hmm? Oh my, I don't remember this book has a needle attached to it (ㆁᴗㆁ✿).

-Other tour members: EEEEEKKKK 😱😱😱

-Ieyasu who also happens to be not to far from the group: Tch. Books from the future must not to be underestimated ಠ_ಠ. It's too thick.

[the-wolf-who-kissed-the-moon]

• Randvi x female reader 💋

• Warnings: mild adult content (fantasies).

a sapphire for your heart, part III

On the very first day of your arrival, you travelled on horseback all the way to Cent. There, one of Reda’s eyes was waiting to offer you a tent to sleep in and a complete refill of your rations. Dover Cliffs called to you, especially at night, when the moon's pallid glow reflected off those abrupt, chalky shores. Somewhere within those narrow crevices in the mountain, a deep energy pulsed with life; a tear of mother nature, hidden and forgotten among piles and piles of sand and pebbles. You followed that silent lull, and by sunrise, you exited those pristine canyons with a bag full of colorful gems.

Several days after your find, you returned to Ravensthorpe to meet Reda again. You’ve been so focused on your treasure-digging tasks that you’ve forgotten all about the residents of that growing little village. However, the closer you rode to Randvi, the more she crossed your mind. You nearly stopped several times when you heard a voice similar to hers calling in Norwegian. And when you’d catch a glimpse of a woman’s beautiful auburn hair, your gaze would naturally follow. Of course, it wasn’t her; but oh… how much you secretly wished it was.

As you spotted the longhouse in the distance, your heart begun to race and flutter all at once. In the back of your mind, you’ve always thought of her; but now, without any tasks to distract you from your fantasies, you were suddenly overwhelmed by a deep, burning desire to be in her presence again.

Gods, if only she knew…

“Hello again. Back so soon?”

Reda called from beneath the large sage tree, where he’d gathered all the village children to tell them stories. You smiled as you dismounted your horse.

“Soon? With a map so well-drawn, I’d be embarrassed to take a moment longer.”

By evening, everyone was gathered in the longhouse for supper. Cheers and traditional music echoed off those tall wooden walls, creating a pleasant atmosphere to enjoy a drink with close friends and family. You were ravenous from your long trip back, and yet you took your time to savor your meal as you told stories of your travels. The children were flocking around your table, and some adults eventually turned to watch you whilst the music played a little softer.

“A dragon?! You really saw a real, talking, flaming dragon?”

A little boy asked, and you had to bite back laughter. Your story did have a grain of truth, but perhaps not as fantastic as their wild imagination made it to be. You wiped your mouth with a handkerchief and continued.

“It was asleep when I got there. Petrified. Yet his scales shimmered like little drops of gold, and his wings were made of millions of precious stones. All of them were red, like poppies.”

“Oh, oh! I know! They’re called rubies!” A small girl exclaimed as she shifted on her seat with vivid excitement. You confirmed with a nod as you smiled at her warmly, but then, your gaze seemed to naturally find that familiar figure which never left you mind.

Randvi was there, leaning against a pillar with her strong arms crossed over her chest. While she was a small distance away, she seemed to have been listening to your tales with great interest, her dazzling eyes affixed on you. You couldn’t look away. The sight of her was something to behold; a rough kind of beauty you’ve never seen before, a warrior enveloped in sensual feminine charms. There was a hint of a smile on her rosy lips, and her gaze softened the more you peered into her beckoning eyes. She motioned with her head for you to follow her into the map room, and without question, you did.

The creaking floor boards disheveled your nerves, like little ripples on the surface of a very still lake. Heat rushed to your cheeks as Randvi suddenly turned to face you, leaning back against the large table. A particular kind of charm lingered about her – a deep, sultry energy. It was her beautiful blue eyes, the way she looked at you, silently inviting.

“I interrupted you, I’m sorry.” She spoke and you quickly shook your head. It was fine. For her, anything was fine.

“I recently came across something that might interest you. It belonged to a group of raiders which attempted an attack on Ravensthorpe, and of course, greatly failed.” And she reached across the table to produce a neatly folded map, carefully opening it. You stood still, silent and in awe, finding it more and more difficult to focus on anything but her.

Were you bewitched? Was this fate mercilessly tossing you into a bottomless pit of beautiful despair? You couldn’t quite tell why you were feeling so weak all of a sudden. She was indeed enthralling, but it was more than her ravishing appearance which pulled you in. She was full of secrets. Hidden beneath that strong, stoic shield, there were raw emotions and passions waiting to be discovered. And they called for you, just like mother nature’s precious treasures called to be unearthed.

“Come here, have a better look.” Randvi motioned for you gently, and you followed like a moth to a flame. By Gods, you must’ve been a hopeless cause.

“Ah, I see.” You took in a sharp breath as you scanned the new map quickly. For you, those symbols and roads were easy to read and interpret, like second nature. You could already picture the real landscape, the ruins, the earth which hid those treasures well. That energy vibrating from beneath stone and soil, waiting to be found.

“If you help us find it, we will fairly spread it in half.” The beautiful warrior murmured quietly, and when her arm draped over your narrow shoulders to pull you in, you thought your legs would crumble. Her hand was heavy, her grip strong as she cupped your arm; yet she was careful not to hurt, gentle like a dove. She whispered details of the treasures only for you to hear, mindful of the many people still indulging in the plentiful dinner. You nodded, absorbing each word that rolled so gracefully off her lips as you followed the trail of her finger on the map. Surely, her intention was not to stir you up like this, but the closeness was overwhelming, suffocating, making you burn all over.

You slowly shifted away from beneath her large, strong arm, and dared to find her gaze in the glowing light of the ceiling. Her beautiful, thick eyebrows rose and she appeared surprised that you pulled away. Whether it was just your naïve mind giving false meaning to a woman’s innocent acts, you couldn’t tell, but if what you saw in Randvi was true, then your feelings were reciprocated. Quickly, you nodded.

“I accept. In two days we can start our journey.” You spoke with newfound confidence, pulling yourself together.

***

The warmth of that beautiful Norse goddess’s touch left a deep, burning imprint on your shoulder.

Albeit it was harshly storming and the winds were crisp, you felt hot and sleep refused to pull you in the land of dreams. The bedding was heavy, tangling in your limbs as you shifted from side to side restlessly. Each time your tired eyelids fell closed, you saw the image of her;  handsome cheekbones glowing, a piercing pair of eyes shimmering like Larimar and Azurite, and lips like dew dripping off wild rose petals.

Your chest heaved with a deep sigh as you slowly relaxed your body. There was a smouldering feeling between your legs, pulsing, making you shift and press your knees together. The thought of Randvi aroused you, filled your mind with unholy thoughts. You suddenly craved her rough grip, imagining how good those powerful viking hands would feel on your breasts, on your throat, and on your hips… How skillfully that beautiful mouth of hers would stir your desires as it would dance across your lips…

Thunder struck by your window, abruptly pulling you from your dirty fantasies, and you sat up. Rain came in heavy waves, drenching the little village. It called to you, like many of mother nature’s wonderful things did, and so you left your hut to sit beneath that heavy pour, trusting those cold drops to chase the devil out of you. And you spun, with arms outstretched, welcoming that freezing sensation which enveloped your body. As you slowly danced in the rain, thoroughly running your hands through your long hair, you briefly noticed light in the longhouse. It must’ve been the hearth which burned continuously – a never-dying flame of warmth and soothing, homely comfort. Curiosity pushed you towards that enormous structure, unarmed and barefoot as you were, and with your night dress heavily dripping with rainwater.

The cold was beginning to settle in your bones, and so, as you reached the warm entrance to the longhouse, you stood beneath its majestic threshold to bask in that golden light. The scent of fire and old wood lingered in the air pleasantly. As you guessed, no one was around at that ungodly hour of the night – but you heard it again… that deep, heart wrenching, muffled sob.

It was her; Randvi.

However, instead of weeping over ‘Eivor', she was faintly calling her husband’s name in between soft cries and suffocated breaths. That feeble voice impaled your heart, twisting and turning in your chest as if her pain was your own. Oh, how much you wished to break those walls down and wrap her in your arms, to kiss the anguish off her heated cheeks and never see a single tear of suffering in those precious azure gems. But as you heard heavy steps echo into the map chamber, you rushed back to your hut, terrified of being caught.

-          To be continued…

*part IV.

[adiabolikpastel]

Title: Lunar Eclipse Masquerade

Shu pt. 2

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2,577

Pairing: Shu x ? (m/f)

ღ Being in charge is not easy for someone who hates pressure. As Shu attempt to run from his responsibilities, another one arrives - much to his dismay. ღ

Mun Yu: We made it to the second wave of LEM. I hope you all enjoyed the set up, and are ready for the main event. Our Lunar Eclipse is in full swing as the masquerade beings. These chapters will be longer.

Additionally: I would love to thank @dialovers-translations for translating the Shu and Reiji versus CD which show cased them during the Lunar Eclipse. It helped me greatly to write his personality.

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Despite what most people think, demonic beings are very social creatures. The elites hold countless balls and parties, celebrating their immortality together, and entertaining one another with stories. Typically, they are done in celebration for something – though this is not always the case. All types of beings from across the Demon Realm will come if the host is of high enough prestige.

There would be no such host if it was not for Karlheinz. Seated as the head of the Bat Clan (vampires), Karl’s reach spans far. Being the widow for the former Demon King’s daughter, and having children of the first blood, an invitation from the Vampire King is not one to refuse. Though why would you? In his immaculate castle within the Demon Realm, Eden Castle, it is always quite the spectacle. While the celebrations held in his Human World mansion are nice, nothing compares to a true night of pleasure within the true home of the King.

On this night, there was to be a Masquerade in honor of the first Lunar Eclipsed Moon in over two years. While this night may serve each species differently, the idea to celebrate its return was simply too tempting. For this reason, Karlheinz took it upon himself – or rather – his house, to host the event. This extended to his offspring as well, regardless of their personal agenda. Members of every social elite race accepted the offer, and gathered for a truly unforgettable evening.

So nosey. That was the only thought going through Shu’s mind as he arrived to this unnecessary event. There were so many guest in attendance, part of him felt it was a personal attack from his father. The man knew everything – so he found it hard to believe that he and Reiji could actually attempt to surprise him. That thought alone made him weary to even come, but it was better to follow orders than to disobey. He’d learned that lesson long ago.

Before coming to Eden Castle, it was rather nice to be back in the old mansion. He’d been gone for a year – being able to nap in all his old places was great. Not to mention, two of the louder brothers weren’t in the house – it was perfect. Then again, Subaru and Kanato were noisy on their own. Not to mention seeing Akumu – that was... a thing.

Not that things had ended badly between the two – far from it actually. Akumu’s place simply wasn’t meant to be at his side forever. Despite any attachment that may form. Subaru was going to have a much harder time letting go than Shu did. For him it was as simple as telling him that he was leaving. In typical Akumu fashion, the robo-boy simply nodded. That was something Shu liked about Akumu though, there was never any pressure with him.

Things were easy, because there wasn’t really anything to get. He was simply there to be used as needed for whatever was needed. Simple. No attachments. Shu had every intention to keep things that way. Hell, even during his short time back in the house, he used Akumu’s body to soothe some needs. Honestly, Shu felt like that was the type of relationship he could have forever. No stress. No expectations.

With all of his brothers finding some kind of ‘love’, Shu found himself thinking on the topic in passing. Though he never gave anything much thought. Especially since Reiji approved him with this new task – his fate seemed to remain alone. It would be cruel to bring someone into this, not to mention his own personal baggage. This was easier. Better even. The relationships his siblings had were so much effort – though that may steam from them being with humans. Shu could never see himself with something so common as one.

Now here at this party, however, he could see the appeal of having a partner. It was bothersome to have to be alone in a place like this. There was nowhere to sleep, and of course Reiji wouldn’t just let him make an appearance and then leave. His brother went so far as to have him stay close and actually speak with people. It was draining. The same phrases on loop. Again and again. To faceless person after faceless person. Shu could care less about any of these people.

Reiji urged him that these would be his people, if their plan came through. The idea made things slightly more bearable, but there would always be a certain disconnect between Shu and the rest of the world. How could there not be. He made that barrier long ago. After losing the one thing in life that made him happy. Even after learning that his friend was alive, that didn’t change the years of grief and torment. But now wasn’t the time for all that. Stand up straight. Smile. Pretend. If this was just a sample of what was to come, Shu was having major second thoughts.

The stress of dealing with so many people each day. Throwing parties for stupid events. Living each day under constant watch. Honestly, it was overwhelming. So much so that, he had to get away. With a small excuse, he left Reiji to finish the greetings. He had to get away for a moment. Out of this room. So he leaves the ballroom, wondering the halls.

The worse thing about Eden Castle was its ability to react to those inside it. Shu closed his eyes, groaning, and letting himself rest against the wall. He refused to open them. Not now. This castle would warp around his distress, turn him around, make him lost. That was the last thing he wanted. He simply needed a moment to breath. Preferably nap, but that wasn’t an option.

It was moments like this that really made him think about the future. How was he going to function as a leader? When all of this made him so uneasy. Even with Reiji at his side, all of the pressure – Shu lowered himself into a seated position. He hadn’t felt like this in years. Fear. Anxiety. It was suffocating. Shu couldn’t stop the memories flooding into his head. Why was this happening?

He wasn’t sure how long he sat in the hallway. He wasn’t even sure if he was really still in Eden Castle or not. The panic racing through him placed him in the past. Where his mother still lived, and lectured him daily. Where Reiji plotted and schemed against him. Where Edgar… Enough! Shu had to snap out of this, and in an attempt to do so, he gave himself a smack. This was ridiculous. It had to be this place, stirring up the memories he’d so desperately rather forget.

Picking himself up, he forces his will onto the Castle. Shu could feel its magic attempting to twist the view to his emotional distress. Perhaps all the training this past year wasn’t for nothing? Forcing himself up, Shu walked back into the ballroom. Upon his arrival, Reiji was dealing with some kind of mess. A table was over turned, and there were desserts all over the floor. What a hassle. He had planned to simply tell Reiji he was leaving, but that plan wasn’t going to work if his brother tried to get him to help.

As he debated with himself, an all too familiar presence made itself known. Shu searched the crowd to find the source. It was overwhelming in his current state of mind to ignore, like he normally would. Against his desires, his body followed where the call came from. It was almost sickening, this influence. Soon he found himself face to face with the one beckoning him, Karlheinz.

“There you are Ririe, I have been waiting for you to join us.” The vampire lord’s voice held such weight, even though he spoke so calmly. Normally Shu was able to resist most of his father’s influence, but for some reason tonight it felt stronger. Could it be the moon?

“Ah~ Shu-san, you look so handsome in that suite. I knew that design would complement you perfectly.” Another familiar voice chimed, as a woman made herself known next to Karlheinz. Shu would tell then why everything felt off. It wasn’t just from the moon.

Before Shu had a moment to speak, Karl placed a hand against his back, moving him closer. “There is someone special I have been trying to get you to meet.” He informs raising a hand to beacon someone over. Shu wanted to move out of his father’s grasp, but there was no escape. “Ajax, I am so pleased to finally get these two together.” He addresses someone Shu had never seen before.

This ‘Ajax’ was a tall, broad man, standing well over all of them, probably pushing about 8 feet. His skin was tanned, and his hair looked as though it were the mane of a lion. Similar to his father, it was long and held with a ribbon, but his bangs were pushed back from his face. While on most people they would slick back, his seemed to flare outward, in excitement, perhaps? He was dressed in an embroidered long-sleeved formal shirt rather than a suite, with a mask to match.

Next to him were two smaller women, one that came to about 6ft tall, and the other shorter than Shu. They both also had tanned skin. The taller one wore a two piece outfit, it stood out amongst the many dresses in the room. While it was simply a blouse and skirt, it seemed elevated, majestic even on her. The shorter female was dressed much closer to the tone of the event, with an off the shoulder ball gown, yellow in color with a navy lining.

All three of them had a pair of horns on their head, though each were different. Ajax’s were large, and split into three different pairs. The longest set on top of his head, moving back with his hair. The next were not as long, and the third fell just over where his ears would be. The larger woman had a pair, but they were much smaller in comparison. Just a single pair, that formed a perfect wrap around her ears, the ends sticking out just slightly. The smaller females were a combination of both. Only have one set, they dipped down as if to begin to wrap, but instead moved back, and extended upwards.

The three approached the Vampire King, bowing respectfully, “Karlheinz, It has been some time since we last met! It is good to see you well!” Ajax, voice was booming, but not with malice. He held great enthusiasm, and respect in his words. “So this is the young lad you had in mind? I can see the resemblance in you! Haha!”

Shu was utterly confused by what was transpiring before him. Just who were these strangers? Why would he of all people be introduced to anyone? Surely he meant to call on Reiji. Then again, he did use his true name, what could his father be planning.

“Yes, this is my eldest son, Ririe. As we look towards our futures, there is not a better son I could think of to join our families.” Karl goes on to Ajax. “While he does share my genetics, I assure you, he looks much more like his late mother.”

Ajax laughed, and scratches his head, “I should say the same for my daughters! They all carry their mother’s beauty that is for sure!” The taller woman next to him smiles but clears her throat. “Ah! Yes of course, my dear!” The large man moves to the side, and brings forth the smallest female. “How rude of me! I present to you my lovely youngest daughter, Callista.”

He all but pushes the female into Shu. Who was still trying to process what was happening in this moment. As he looked at the girl, he could see she was embarrassed to stand before him. What was he supposed to say? To do? “Um…” She was the first to break the silence, looking up at the young vampire. “It is… a pleasure to finally meet you, Lord Ririe.”

Shu just stared at her. How could his father even suggest this!? He had always sent brides to the home, but this… this was more arranged. This was – “You’ll have to forgive him, Lord Ajax. He must be in total shock from your lovely daughter’s beauty.” Shu could hear the enchanting tone in his father’s escort’s voice.

“Haha! Of course! Like all of my daughters, she is a beauty beyond compare.” The tall man boast happily.

“Perhaps we should allow them some time to become acquainted.” Karl suggested, and before Ajax could protest, the other woman clears her throat once more, elbowing Ajax a little. “Come, let me give you a small tour of the Castle. I am sure Burai would also enjoy seeing you as well.”

As the rest of them started to leave, there was one final word from Ms. Escort. “Do your best, Shu-san. Your father will be counting on you.” Her words were soft, much too soft for anyone but Shu to hear, as she followed after Karl and the others.

Leaving Shu and this girl, Call-something. Shu looked after his father, trying to decipher the meaning to all of this. While the final words of his escort rang in his head. Such a noisy thing. Clearing his throat, Shu took a moment to gather himself. There were far too many forces attempting to influence his mind, and he was growing tired of it all.

With a disgruntled sigh, Shu turns from the girl. He would have no part of this nonsense. Not once had he ever shown interest in the human’s their father threw at them. He sure as hell was not interested in a demon bride. Just because he was the eldest, did his father think he could simply marry him off? Ridiculous. Disgusted by the entire offering, Shu planned to leave. Leave this entire charade behind. Reiji would have to find someone else to take on the role of heir, because he was not the one.

As he began to walk away, a small hand grabbed onto his arm. “Wait just a moment.” It was that girl’s voice. He had no intention of listening to her, and shrugged her hand off. “Um, excuse me, I am talking to you.” She followed after him, he could hear here the sound of her heels behind him.

“I have no intention of doing as my father states. Leave me be woman.” It was cold, but Shu knew no other way to be.

That must have set her off, because before he knew it, the smaller being was in front of him. Hands on her hips, “The least you could do is speak with me. For just a moment. You may not like it, but I have a duty to uphold and-" While she was talking, Shu move around her, uninterested in what she was try to say.

Oh boy did that make her mad. The demon girl stamped her foot, and continued to follow him. “Listen, I know it is not ideal. I am beginning to think that you were not told about this beforehand, like I was. This must be a rather overwhelming moment, however, I will not be ignored. Lord Ririe we are to be married whether –"

Shu stopped in his tracks as she uttered the word ‘married’. It was so abrupt that she ran right into his back, letting out a soft gasp. Shu turned slightly to look at the girl once more. She was not hideous. Hair curly, skin tanned, body… Now that he looked at her, damn if her shape was not ideal. Curvy in all the right places. A nice pair of tits. Thin waist. Round hips, which he was sure translated to a large ass as well. Not to mention her eyes were piercing. A golden color, that looked similar to a predators.

Perhaps ignoring her was the wrong approach. He could be persuaded to use a bit more effort, since she was his type. “I’ll speak with you then. Not here though. Come with me.” Shu orders and holds out his arm for her to take. She is obviously confused, but she links her arm with his none the less. “Appearances. Don’t want anyone coming to attack me thinking I am upsetting you.” He says softly leading her outside.

“Well… I wouldn’t say I blame you. It was rather shocking to me as well when father told me of the news.” She says blushing slightly. Shu did not respond to her as they walked through the crowd. He could feel multiple eyes on him. Just who was this girl? She was clearly the daughter of a demon lord – though Shu had no idea which.

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Cursebreaker, Chapter 1

[Prologue] // [Chapter 1 - you are here!] // [Chapter 2] // [Epilogue] (FFN)

Summary: Once upon a time in the kingdom of Skytarin, a mermaid came to the surface for the first time, and laid her eyes upon a prince in red. Unable to shake the memory, she sought a curse to become human, if only to meet him. Little Mermaid retelling, part of the Fairy Tale AU! (Rated T for safety's sake, not a specific warning.)

Chapter 1: The Surface

Above Skytarin, the sun hung in the sky, looking down with love. Its heat beat down upon the kingdom, warming the world with its gaze. The only place that was unchanged was the ocean, for the coldest, deepest waters saw not a shred of sun. They were deep and wide, with many ravines and trenches that cut to the core of the world and touched heat vents. These sustained life, along with the thread of inherent magic. Together, they had formed the mer, and the mer relied upon the heat of the vents to keep their home warm.

The mer were not like men in most ways. Their city was great, but it was built into the very bottom of the deepest trench rather than the surface. They breathed the water as if it was air, seeing through the pitch-black as if it were as bright as the sun. They had their social classes, but they had no nobles. They even had a ruler, but he was not a king. He was named Chen, the Master of the Waters.

Master Chen was a merman with many descriptions: proud and arrogant, charismatic and self-centered, deceitful. He loved his daughter dearly, for she was the only child his wife had ever borne him. He treasured her like a rare possession, as one might keep gold or jewels. He tethered her in the trench, not with shackles, but with watchfulness, so that she might never leave his grasp and go to the surface.

Skylor, the daughter of Chen, was a mermaid like the rest of her kin. All the mer loved their dark world, enjoying the beauty which they could see. However, they dreamt of the surface, and it was well-known that every young mer sought to visit the surface at least once, if only to see how the men lived. Thus, they swam up to to it, where they might catch a glimpse at the light.

Whenever she could, Skylor escaped her father's watch, going to the surface. However, she never once broke the surface alone. The first time she did, it was with some friends of hers, who told her all about their adventures. They called the city on the coast Zenith, the capital of Skytarin.

"Come with us, Skylor! The city is beautiful," they said. "There are men and women aplenty to see, and so many wondrous inventions. You must feel the sun on your skin. It is indescribable!"

Their words dripped with temptation, and it was hard for Skylor to disagree, even with her fear After days upon days of endless pleas from her friends, Skylor finally bent and let them sway her. They arranged a day, and the thrill of disobedience ran through Skylor as she thought of it. Fearful or not, she eagerly anticipated the moment of discovery. What would the dry air feel like on her skin?

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In its due time, the day of Skylor's first peek into the world of men finally arrived. On that day, she found herself more excited than she had been for anything else in recent memory, though she was not often excited. When her friends came at last to bring her with them, she escaped the palace and rose through the water with them, the sunlight weakly filtering through to her as she departed.

When they reached the surface, her friends wasted no time in breaking through to feel the air, closing their gills and opening their lungs. They laughed and cheered, having breached the surface in a hidden cove.

Despite her excitement, Skylor hung back in hesitation. Her friends dove back to her, seeking to encourage her.

"Skylor," they said, "do you not want to see the city? Feel the air on your skin, and let your hair dry!"

Skylor looked up at the surface. "Are you sure that it is safe for me? Father has always forbidden it."

"Disobey him! He has not gone to the surface in many years. Why would he know what it is like now?"

Skylor knew they were right, just as well as she knew how much she longed to feel the air. At last, she relented and broke the surf.

To Skylor's surprise, the air was cold and dry, especially as the water ran off her skin. She shut her eyes as she felt the magic transition them, letting her see clearly above the water when previously it would have been as bright as the sun itself. Her gills closed, her unused lungs opened. An uncomfortable tightness presented itself around her body, but then it disappeared, and her transformation was complete.

When at last she opened her eyes, Skylor found the most beautiful sight before her. An azure sky hung above her, broken by thin white clouds, partially hidden by the rocky outcropping of the cove. The cove had a beach, which was filled with green leafy plants and tall palms. In the distance rose her true prize: the city of Zenith with its shining buildings and palatial towers, amber sparkling everywhere she looked.

As she stared, Skylor's friends cheered, celebrating her first breaths of air. She floated for a moment, tasting the ocean breeze, a smile on her lips. She looked around herself, and saw that the surface world was good.

Once she had adjusted, the mermaids swam toward the city, beckoning her, and she joined them with glee. Now truly a creature of both worlds, Skylor found herself transitioning more easily every time she went under or over the waves, diving and breaching with more comfort every time, laughing as they went together toward the coast.

When the girls finally reached the city, they retreated underwater until they found a suitable hidden place. There, protected from the prying eyes of man, Skylor looked over the water and gazed at the harbor. There, a majestic ship floated in the water, about to be sent on its maiden voyage. A crowd had gathered, and at the head of the crowd were two men– human men, standing on their foreign two legs. Skylor watched in amazement as they stood and addressed the crowd. Her attention was drawn to one of them in particular, and she found herself transfixed.

The man was tall, strong, and clearly of high standing, clothed in the richest of reds. As he turned and spoke to different parts of the crowd, she spied his face– dark eyes, a defined jaw, determined features. He had rich brown hair, and unlike the other humans of the crowd, it has several small spikes that reached toward the sun. He was everything she had never seen before, and she found him to be strangely beautiful. This was no merman… this is was a new sight.

Skylor's friends giggled with each other when they saw her preoccupation. They whispered to each other, and one of them spoke quietly in her ear.

"Skylor, do you see something enjoyable?"

Skylor nodded, not turning away from the sight of him. "He is… fascinating."

"Of course he is! He is a man, not a mer."

"He is beautiful, whatever he is." Her companions giggled, and Skylor at last turned to them, cheeks flushed. "Come now, do not laugh at me! I have never seen men before! You know my father."

"Why yes, we do," they responded. "Yet you have never loved a merman, have you?"

"No," Skylor responded. "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Oh, nothing, but Skylor!" The others laughed. "Do not go and fall in love with a human. We would miss you so if you left us."

"As if I could," Skylor murmured, brushing her wet red locks from her face even as it heated. "A man and a mermaid? It would never work. Your imaginations get the best of you."

"No, no, no. We are fine. What of your imagination? It would not conceive of this."

A smile on her lips, Skylor turned back to the harbor. Something monumentous had apparently happened, for the crowd was cheering. The man in question shook another's hand, and then stood off to the side as the crowd surged forward toward the ship. The people boarded without hesitation, and slowly the man was left behind with his companion.

Skylor held her breath as the man in red looked her way, not seeing her within the water, but seemingly contemplative of some elusive matter. She watched as his face shifted, the consideration of that secret matter almost clear for her to read from his handsome face. Then, he turned and left, his long strides carrying him up the pier and away from sight, and he was gone.

The mermaids watched him go, but then shook Skylor from her reverie. "Come, Skylor! There is much to see!"

"I am coming," she said, following them after one last glance in the man's direction. She wondered if she would ever see him again. "Who are you?" she whispered under her breath, expecting no answer.

For the rest of that fine day, Skylor and her friends explored the coast of Skytarin, watching the people of Zenith. The mermaids cheered in glee as the fishermen caught and tossed their fish, the merchants sold their wares, and the men and women went about their days, with children running under foot. The run beat down, bright and hot. All in all, it was a fascinating sight, unlike anything in the trenches.

When at last they returned to the abyss, it was evening, and all the mermaids were tired. Skylor snuck back into the underwater palace, thoughts filled with the image of the mysterious man in red, his handsome likeness etched into her mind. She wondered who he was, and what he was like, or what his name was. Would she see him again?

On that day, Skylor learned what the air felt like, but all she could think about was him. She dreamt that night of the city, but she also dreamt of him, and woke with a smile on her face.

[joontier]

Patawad, paalam. | drabble

translation: forgive me, goodbye. 

pairings: jungkook x reader

rating: NC-17

genre: romance, angst | warnings: wholesomeness basically (one-liner implied smut),,,,,, until you get to the last line gklasjdfa bUT DONT SKIP 

word count: 1.3k

g/n: AHHHHH! my first release for The Paraluman Project!! might as well rename this angsty august (can i get an amen @mintseesaw​ this was meant to be posted in a few hours bUT IM IMPATIENT LIKE THAT kdsjfasfasf) anywho,, ‘Patawad, paalam’  is meant to be a prologue and an epilogue at the same time and if you guys want to have a lidol backstory well lmk okiiii,,,, yall know im ready to spoil my darlings EEEEP feedback is always appreciated!! ILY YALL

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Today’s the big day. 

The church had been decorated just like the way you’ve always pictured it to be - your idea of the perfect wedding finally a reality. Just as what had been planned years ago by both of you, you have decided on celebrating this once-in-a-lifetime event in your chapel - the very place where you two first met. 

Four-feet tall pedestals crowned with bouquets of white hydrangeas stand tall and proud along the length of the aisle, while the sunlight passing through the stations of the cross depictions on the stained glass provided an extra burst of color on the snowy flowers. 

Jungkook has never been good with crowds, especially not when the audience included their relatives and some of their closest family friends. Yeonwoo, Jungkook’s best friend of many years, takes notice of the man’s palpable uneasiness, and approaches the nervous man. “You’ll do just fine, Kook. I believe in you.” After a pat on the back, Jungkook smiles at his best friend, grateful for the much-needed reinforcement. 

There’s a quiet chatter amongst the guests, remaining seated on the wooden pews as they wait for the processional. The benches have been newly varnished just for the occasion. While a number of the invited guests speak to each other to pass the time, the rest take photos of the immaculate venue as they praise the decorations. Perhaps he could mention your unparalleled efforts in his speech later at the reception. 

Pride swells in Jungkook’s chest as he remembers how much time and effort you had spent perfecting each detail of the church’s decorations, investing at least three whole days of planning for the interior alone. 

Jungkook stands by the altar patiently, big brown eyes scanning the crowd and silently thanking each one of them for having allocated a day from their busy lives just to witness one of the most important days of his life. The man continues to struggle with the event’s actuality, his stubborn nerves gnawing at him deliriously. In fact, he doesn’t think he’d been able to cope with reality for the past few days. 

He recalls having dreamt about you last night, unable to sleep a wink after seeing a vivid image of you in a white dress during his slumber. The restless man takes a stroll in the seminary’s garden in the hopes that the tranquility afforded by the grounds will bring him enough peace and quiet to lull him back to sleep. 

As he entered a secluded area only a few people knew of (you included), he found you on the swing, swaying yourself gently on the seat. He wanted to go back to his room, under the quite ridiculous belief that it was bad luck to see the bride just before the wedding ceremony. He watches you for a while, hiding behind a moss-covered wall. As he studies your features, he senses you’re just as restless as he was and shortly after, he finds himself walking towards you, unproven hearsay the last thing on his mind. You converse for a good two hours until you deemed it time to go back to your rooms and get some sleep. You both had a long day ahead of you and rest was important. With a final hug, you part ways once more. 

The musical ensemble brings Jungkook out of his reverie, the sudden sound of the violin playing making him jerk slightly in surprise. The soloist starts strumming the strings of her guitar to a familiar tune, giving the song more depth and emotion with the melodic sound resonating throughout the chapel. The crowd’s chatter immediately falls to a hush, the audience faces the entrance to watch the highly-anticipated processional. 

Wise men say, only fools rush in 

But I can’t help, falling in love with you

Your niece enters first, passionately throwing white petals from a large disproportionate wooden basket. Her tiny feet carry her throughout the length of the aisle, sending a half-toothless smile left and right. 

Her older brother trails after her a couple of meters away, his usually unruly hair now handsomely tamed with gel for this special occasion. The audience coos at the siblings, finding the duo most endearing. There’s muted laughter amongst the crowd as his small hands tremble, the ring pillow shaking lightly in his grasp. As they reach the altar, your brother, the best man, gives the siblings a high five before guiding them back to their pews. 

Like a river flows, slowly to the sea, 

Darling, so it goes, 

Some things are meant to be

The bridesmaids file in with bright smiles from the side, each carrying a mellow arrangement of baby breaths and lavenders. Your closest cousin, Cassie, who you chose to be the maid of honor has flown all the way from Canada just to witness your wedding. She walks the carpeted aisle slowly, dabbing at her cheeks with the back of her hand as she clutches onto a bouquet with the other. 

Next in line are Jungkook’s parents, who are both holding on to each other for support. When Jungkook’s and his mother’s eyes meet for the first time today, unspoken words are shared between the mother and son, small smiles gracing their lips in acknowledgement. Your parents follow after them with your father’s cheeks already red and wet with tears. 

As the entire entourage get to their seats at the front, the music stops. All bodies turn to face the entrance. The majestic wooden doors finally open with an audible creek, and the whole chapel falls quiet. 

Take my hand, 

Take my whole life too, 

For I can’t help falling in love with you

Jungkook’s eyes, previously scanning the crowd, finally fixate on you. God, you were so beautiful. He reprimands himself for using the Lord’s name in vain, but at the same time, there was no one else to speak to, or thank but the Lord Himself: for his life, for his family, for this day, and most especially, for you. 

You looked magnificent. Regal, even. 

He wasn’t familiar with how dresses were described in detail, all he knows is that the exact moment he saw you today, time just froze, as if the whole world paused in its entirety. You were the girl in his dreams. You were the girl of his dreams. 

A tiara adorned with crystals and pearls rests prettily on your head, the crown anchoring a sheer, long lace veil that flowed beautifully along the length of your gown at the back. The bodice of your dress accentuated your curves wonderfully and the endless number of baroque patterns sewn onto the fabric of your dress added up to the silhouette your wedding gown graciously gave you. 

Jungkook’s mind betrays him for a moment - the vivid memory of the single intimate moment you two shared - an experience of a lifetime that had been etched onto the back of his head for the rest of eternity. 

Jungkook subconsciously tugs at his sleeves, racking his brain for something to stop his trembling hands but achieves nothing. His palms are likewise getting clammy, only adding to the poor man’s nervousness. When he meets his mother’s eyes one more time and she sees the emotion swirling in his son’s eyes, she lets out a choked sob, resting her head against her husband’s shoulders as he places a consoling hand on her back for support.  Jungkook diverts his eyes before his own tears threaten to fall. 

As you finally reach the altar with your own hands trembling like a falling leaf in autumn, Jungkook gives you a small smile, one you reciprocate with a warmer one. Tears start to well in his eyes. Jungkook closes his eyes for a moment, gathering his courage as he takes a deep breath. With renewed hope, he takes in his surroundings and sets another smile on his face, this time more genuine than the last. He spreads his arms and speaks - 

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of God, to witness the joining of my very own brother, Junghyun and _________ in the holy covenant of marriage…” 

© hhyungz 2020. All rights reserved.

[idonotbitemythumbatyou]

Found a prompt list and would love to see one (or more than one!) of these done for an OC pairing if they resonate:

- things you said while we were driving

- things you said too quietly

- things you said at the kitchen table

Also happy birthday month :)

Thank you for this fun prompt!

These are characters from a piece I’ve been playing with on and off for a year. I hope it makes sense with zero context.

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You asked me to pay for breakfast like a normal person. With money. I don’t know what it was but something about that pissed me off. 

So when the waitress came back I said, “I know you have to smile for work, but we’re very lucky to see it.”

“What?”

You rolled your eyes and scowled out the window - muttering something in Irish under your breath. She didn’t notice, and I ignored you.

“You have a beautiful smile” I said, finishing the attack with a sincere smile of my own. 

She blushed and opened her mouth only to find herself speechless. 

Thus disarmed, I extended my will to encompass her like a warm embrace. I held her in my heart and said simply, “Maybe this breakfast could be on the house.”

The waitress faltered - I felt her shift inside the comfort of my will - but not very far. She grinned as though the two of us were sharing a delicious, intimate secret. She really did have a beautiful smile, it brightened her round face and transformed her from an unremarkable person into a heart-stopping beauty. “On the house, darlin.” she said, placing an empty check on the table in front of me with a wink, “Don’t tell.”

Tammy gave us some serious guff when we tried to leave - choking and stuttering and belching when you turned the ignition. You gritted your teeth and turned the key with increasing irritation culminating in a hearty slap to the dashboard (followed by a gentle pet and a whispered apology).

You pulled out of the diner parking lot and towards the poorly lit highway. You looked carefully before turning (even though the flat terrain would have revealed headlights a mile off and I think I saw one car pass by the entire time we were in the diner.)

We were on the road in total silence for an excruciating three minutes. Not even music. Only the grumpy rumble of the deteriorating engine. 

After a long time you took a deep steadying breath. “You probably got her in trouble,” you said.

I laughed - relieved that that was all you were annoyed about, “We’re in trouble, Maeve.” I cranked the window down to vent the trapped sun-heat into the night air. “You act like we have money to spare. I don’t just do that for fun.” The ends of your crimson hair whipped in front of me, drawn by the wind outside. I brushed it out of my face, revelling in the feeling of the strands between my fingers, the smell of you through the horrible motel conditioner. My voice came out gentler, softened by the contact. But I was not ready to back down on how right I was, “Do you think I’ll be able to do that when Tammy here finally gives up? We have to be tactical about where we spend money. Thank you. A-very much.”

You sighed. “But did you have to go that route?” 

“I had to disarm her.”

“Don’t give me that, Lilias -”

“O~oh full names.”

“You only use compliments when you’re trying to annoy me.”

“That’s not true!” 

It was true. A little light flirtation is the easiest way to disarm someone, but it also has the most painful hangover for the person influenced - once they realize that something strange has happened. Especially if I lie. You were the one to point that out to me.

“I didn’t lie to her.” I said (petulantly. I can admit it), “She does have a beautiful smile.”

Without another word, you pushed the wired tape into the tape deck and scrolled down your phone to choose a discordantly jaunty pop song for the rest of the drive back to the motel.

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I have loved you since we were fourteen. Part of me knew you were the only one who could understand what I was - even if I hadn’t wrapped my own head around it yet.

The first time we kissed - years later - I was terrified because by then I understood the power I wielded. I wanted you to love me the way I loved you. But I hated to think you might love me because I wanted it. I tried so hard not to feel anything about you that night. Because I wanted you so badly it was certain to encompass you if I wasn’t careful. I sat beside you, nose to nose, rooted in place  shaking like an ash tree, with tears (tears!) welling my eyes. 

Absolutely mortifying. I could have died of embarrassment.

But you had touched my face and brushed a lock of hair behind my ear. “I have resisted the influence of fair folk kings.” you had said, in that melodic voice of yours - a little sadly, a little exhaustedly, with absolute gentleness, “you cannot make me do anything I do not desire.”

And then you waited for me to close the distance, and smiled into my lips. When we kissed, I realized the love I’d had for you up to then had only been practice. It could have been anyone, but now I was ready to love you in full, with all of myself in return.

From then on, I have faced everything with you. I would not change you for the world. But I did sometimes wish that we could have loved each other in a world that didn’t ask us to face so much. 

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You took a shower while I warded the motel room. A dull routine by now. When I was nearly done, I looked up to find you sitting at the table of what could only be called a “kitchen” under the most generous definition. You had a towel wrapped around yourself, and your hair - usually a majestic flaming halo of curls - hung damp and lank down to your waist.

On the table beside you, my practice scissors rested on a newspaper made entirely of useless coupons.

“I think it’s time to cut my hair.” you said.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve been leaving bits of myself everywhere. It’s becoming dangerous. And if they send a hunter -”

“Of course. I can-”

“A hunter will know exactly what to do if they find my hair.”

“Yes. Let me just-”

“So will you cut it for me?”

I noticed then that your hands were balled into white knuckled fists in the towel on your lap, and your chin was trembling. I stood from the knot I was twining around the doorknob and went to you, taking your face in my hands.

“Of course, Maeve.” I said, and I kissed your forehead lightly, “Let me finish these wards, and I’ll be back to help you.” I took the scissors to cut the twine - extending my will to protect us into the knot. I then went back to you and helped you spread the paper under the kitchen chair. I brought over the ugly standing lamp with it’s fuzzy, peeling lampshade to illuminate our work with dull orange light. You played some quiet music and sat back on the kitchen chair.

I asked you what you wanted.

“Just… short. As short as you can,” you said, “if I can still have some of my curls left, that might be nice. But short.” 

I hardly knew where to start. Your hair is so thick I had to tie it off into five different sections to get the scissors through it, before tossing it piece by piece into the little plastic waste basket.

“We’ll have to burn it in the morning,” you said.

After the first chop, your hair was around the length of your jaw. You wanted it even shorter. I told you it would seem shorter when the curls finished drying. You insisted. So I sectioned your hair with pins instead of bands and kept cutting. Careful snips to the sound of your soft acoustic music.

“Do you know why they’ve never found us, Lily?” You said.

I did. But the theatre of this conversation had kept us safe so far, and it had become a comforting prayer, “Why Maeve?” I said gently (snip)

“Because,” (snip), “they think they know how we should be feeling.”

“Oh?”

“They are reaching their mycelium tendrils out to search for our fear. They don’t expect us to feel anything else. They only know what our fear smells like. They haven’t scented out our joy yet. They don’t know what our love is like.” (snip)

I took another section of your hair down. “Then they’ll never find us.” I said, “What I feel for you is stronger than fear.” (snip), “I’m sorry about the waitress.” 

(snip) “Thank you.”

“We can check on her tomorrow if you’d like.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea. We should be moving on.”

I nodded, though I knew you couldn’t see. Of course we would keep moving. We would do so for as long as we could. I wondered when the folk would learn to track my exhaustion.

It took nearly an hour to cut your hair all the way down. You were blessed with gorgeous thick curls. Back when I was “jealous” of you, this was my greatest source of consternation. I obsessed over your hair as I sat behind you in algebra class. I was irritated beyond all reasonable measure that you didn’t even seem to know how to style it, and imagined vividly what I would do if I could style it for you. I did poorly in algebra and only later interrogated what that jealousy had masked.

If only I could tell my fourteen year old self that I had run my hands through your hair more times than I could count since then. I had braided and combed your hair. Nestled my face into its depths, kissed it so many times that surely my love had reached every strand by now. I had even, on occasion, nearly choked, breathing it into my mouth in moments of uncontrollable ecstasy (a detail I would certainly not share with my fourteen year old self).

I cut it nearly to the skin on the sides - as evenly as I could manage with scissors (I am sorry, my love, the sides looked a bit uneven and plucked for a few days before we acquired the clippers), leaving a long flop of red curls on top to cascade down nearly to your eye-line on one side. I stepped back to behold my clumsy effort, and was about to apologize when your muddy green eyes met mine and my breath caught in my throat.

You had gone from an ethereal beauty to a striking creature whose appearance was less easily defined with words like “beautiful” or “handsome.” I saw for the first time how your cheekbones ran parallel to the sharpness of your jaw. Your long neck arced gracefully to meet your slim freckled shoulders. Even the bow of your lips seemed more prominent. You furrowed your brows at my reaction and turned to see yourself in the mirror through the open bathroom door.

You blinked in disbelief. Then grinned. “I look… They’d never know me now.”

The folk do not rely on vision. If we were found, of course they would know you in an instant by the impression of your being - even if you somehow grew an extra four inches taller or switched bodies with me they would know you. Normally I would never imagine a haircut could make any difference. But as you looked in the mirror your entire demeanor changed. The carriage of your weight, even the set of her shoulders shifted. We had cut your hair so you might not leave such distinctive tracks behind us, and instead we’d revealed an entirely new essence of your being. “You know Maeve,” I said, wonderingly, “I think you’re right. You look like someone they’ve never known before.”

You looked like yourself for the first time in 400 years. 

I felt a pang of self reproach that I’d been perfectly happy these seven years only knowing the masked version of you. You took another rinse to get the clippings off your skin while I swept up. I hesitated before dumping all the hair and paper into the bin. After a moment, when I was sure you weren’t just about to get out of the water, I reached into the bin to pull out a long lock of your hair. I opened my kit and tied the hair with twine, then wrapped it around a quartz with an iron emulsion to keep it safe, and placed it all in a little pouch. I packed it at the bottom of my kit, and put everything else on top of it.

By the time you re emerged into the room, the kitchen was clean and I was in one of the twin beds, scrunched up to the side to leave room for you. It was a tight fit, but we were used to it, and we both felt safer together. You crawled in next to me, and took your place in my waiting arms. 

“There’s more room now without your hair.” I said, nestling my face into the back of your neck, feeling your damp hair against my forehead. I felt you laugh in my arms, and then you were still, breathing steadily for so long I thought you were asleep. Until you spoke again.

“I know you are tired, Lily.”

I closed my eyes and held you tighter. “I just worry, you know? Like. I don’t know if I can run my entire life. And we’re no closer to finding a permanent solution.”

 You shifted a little closer to me. “There might not be one.” You said. “But whatever happens, I’ll be here.”

I kissed your shoulder and breathed you in, finding solace against the inevitability of our eventual failure in the weight of you against me. After a long time, when you were asleep - for sure this time, I whispered to myself, “I’ll be here too.”

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Get on the Floor

Summary: Todoroki invites you to his successful nightclub. Meanwhile, you invite the dashing man to join you on the dance floor after catching his eye. 

Author’s note: I recommend listening to Michael Jackson’s “Get on the Floor” for the full effect.

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Disco music blared throughout the packed nightclub as lights flashed across the energetic crowd going wild on the dance floor.

Todoroki took one sip from his whiskey, the beverage leaving a rather sharp taste against his throat. His heterochromia eyes quietly scanned at the scene below him and he fished for his phone hiding inside his pocket.

‘11:35pm’ read the time and Todoroki shoved it back inside his white pants. Midoriya and the others said they would be here soon, but that was ten minutes ago. Todoroki signaled the waitress to bring him another glass of whiskey and she obediently fetched for one. After all, the young man was the nightclub’s owner.

The twenty-six year old business man opened this club after convincing his father, Enji, that such investment would be promising for the Todoroki Enterprise. It took many proposal meetings which laid out the nightclub’s financial backbone and, most importantly, the potential profit it could make after two years.

Fast forward two years and here he was—proudly relishing his project’s success through the delightful screams of the crowd. Todoroki tries to frequently visit his club to make sure everything was running smoothly. Of course, he whole heartily trusted his staff to supervise in absence; after all, he did hire them after they successfully passed his thorough vetting process. But to be physically present and seeing the club running himself made Todoroki feel calmer.

“Sir, your guests are here,” a bodyguard informed the stoic man and Todoroki blinked. The young man nodded, allowing the bodyguard to relay the message. The burly guard gestured his coworker to lift the red rope nestled at the bottom of the staircase. Gray and blue eyes mindlessly glanced below, but took a double take when he spotted you.

Midoriya did say Uraraka was going to bring along her roommate and Todoroki had no problem with this. He didn’t think much when he told his assistant to add your name on the list, but seeing you now…

Todoroki physically gulped.

As you ascended the stairs, he observed how your delicate fingers grasped the rails to steady yourself on those fierce heels. The dress, a bold and passionate dark cherry hue, accentuated your lovely figure. But it was those eyes—those enticing eyes of yours that captivated him oh so much and it shook his very core.

“Todoroki!” Midoriya cheered at his long-time friend, giving him a quick side hug. Uraraka wrapped both her arms around the half-and-half man before Iida waved a curt hello at him. Finally Todoroki’s eyes fell upon you and you shyly smiled at him.

Uraraka giggled. “Oh Todoroki, this is my wonderful friend and roommate!”

The bubbly brown-haired woman shared your name to the club’s owner and you immediately offered your hand for a polite shake.

“Nice to finally meet you,” you loudly stated over the music with the man’s hand easily engulfing yours. His hand was warm and firm and you squirmed under his intense gaze. You’ve seen a few pictures of him online and from Uraraka herself. He was extremely handsome in those photos, each one carrying a sense of confidence that made your knees weak. So when Uraraka invited you to his nightclub while casually saying he was going to be there…

You. Freaked. Out.

During the Uber ride to the club, you mentally prepared yourself by saying everything was going to go fine. Just say hello, be polite, try not to faint at the sight of him, and maybe dance to a few songs while you’re at it.

Oh how stupid you were for setting those expectations so high. You already failed the moment you spotted him standing near the balcony, sipping on his alcoholic beverage.

“It’s a pleasure to have you here,” Todoroki smoothly replied. Extending his arm out to the empty couch seats, you sat down next to Uraraka and Iida. “Please order anything you like, it’s on the house.”

You ordered a simple Vodka Cranberry to start out safe.

As the night went on, that one glass of Vodka Cranberry transformed into two before finally sipping on a Death in the Afternoon cocktail. Being dead in the afternoon was how you were going to feel the next day if you didn’t stop—but logic was thrown out the window the moment the bodyguard lifted the red velvet rope to Todoroki’s throne.

Your shoulders loosen and your head bobbed to the song’s beat. Todoroki mentioned he decided to host a 70’s disco night and what a smart idea that was; the line to get into his majestic party palace circled around the block. You felt so smug skipping all those people who threw daggers at you.

‘Oh, well,’ you thought as you finished your cocktail. The DJ transitioned from one song to the next and your head snapped up. Giddily patting your friend’s arm, you beamed: “Hey, Uraraka, let’s go dance!”

Todoroki eyed the two women rushing down to the dance floor and he shifted his body accordingly. You pushed your way through the crowd until you were satisfied with where you were. Unintentionally, you placed yourself under the man’s direct eyesight and he intensely watched how your hips sensually swayed to the music.

You snapped your fingers to the beat. You flung your arms high into the air. And you shimmied your shoulders with Uraraka. Grabbing your friend’s hand, you twirled and threw your head back while a loud laugh escaped your lips.

Todoroki’s tongue instinctively licked his own as his fingers curled tightly around his glass.

He was hot and it was not because of his quirk.

Drowning the rest of his whiskey, he harshly slammed his drink on the table and ignored the burning sensation tingling down his throat. Two fingers swiftly unfastened the first three buttons on his silky, navy blue dress shirt before he stood up from his seat.

“Hey, you okay?” Midoriya raised a concerned eyebrow at his friend.

“Yes,” he growled, marching to the stairs. “I’m going to dance.”

Like a predator hunting its prey, Todoroki shoved his way through the sweaty crowd. The alcohol clouded his vision and the music masked his rapid heart beat as he searched for you. Emerging from the tall grass, he spotted your entrancing figure; Uraraka spun you around and you laughed until your eyes landed on his.

You sucked in your breath and momentarily stopped dancing.

However, the liquor swimming in your system brought a new kind of courage you never felt before. Wanting to see how this played out, you flashed Todoroki a flirty smile and beckoned him to come closer with your finger. Without hesitation, the red and white haired man stalked forward as you rhythmically moved your arms all while welcoming him into your space.

He didn’t touch you at first, choosing to keep a slight gap between the both of you.  

You swung your hips left and the man went right. You stepped to the right while he swaggered to the left. The trumpets blew through the speakers as you leaned closer to him. Your hands slid underneath his white suit, dragging your sharp nails on his blue shirt and Todoroki muffled down a moan.

You were torturing him.

The bass picked up and you spun around, your hair tickling Todoroki’s semi-exposed chest. Both of you gyrated against each other, the pace increasing as the song echoed in the background. One of your arms draped around Todoroki’s neck while the other happily guided the man’s hungry hand towards your waist.

His fingers possessively gripped the fabric of your dress and it took all of his willpower not to burn it off from you. He was breathing heavily against your skin. You bit your lips, closing your eyes to selfishly bask yourself in this heated moment. The heavy pants, the hands shamelessly roaming around each other, the adrenaline coursing between your aroused bodies was unbelievable. As your ears listened to the song’s quick whispers, you whipped around and grabbed Todoroki’s shoulders all while boldly piercing into his gaze.  

“Get on the floor,” you proudly sang, mimicking Michael Jackson’s high-pitch laugh. “And dance with me.”

Running your fingers into his hair, you belted out, “I love the way you shake that thing, boy, especially…”

You snatched his hand and boogied your heart out until the song faded away, leaving you both out of breath. As the next song pumped through the speakers, Todoroki yanked you into his chest and whispered, “I’m glad you came tonight.”

“And I’m glad you listened to Michael Jackson’s advice, Icy Hot,” you smirked at him, feeling a chuckle rumble through his chest.

Neither of you left each other side, opting to dance the night away instead.

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Gotta love that liquid courage, hahaha!

Thank you again for reading this story!