#cupid's defence

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heart fairy by imaginarybarista | T | 4398 Harry Styles is Cupid. He accidentally falls in love and uses holiday themed drinks to woo Louis.

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(Failed) Heavenly Intervention by The_Halcyonic_Lachesist | M | 5024 Niall for the life of him can't understand why he's failing at matching one of the most compatible couples he’s ever seen in his job as Cupid. Little does he know, there is more at play than what it seems.

draw back your bow by gorgeousnerd | M | 14320 Niall is a cupid who takes his job very seriously. He's grateful for all the help he gets from his friends and from his own magic. But what happens when he gets a name without any hints? Will he be able to figure out Louis Tomlinson's love match, and, possibly, find his own love in the process?

All Out of Love by SunTomato | G | 32788 Harry is a Cupid, who work their magic on a different plane, invisible to humans. Harry is good at love. Harry loves love. Unfortunately, Harry can be a bit clumsy, and sometimes he gets a little distracted. While on a mission to match Liam and Zayn, the distraction comes in the shape of Louis Tomlinson – an overworked and underloved man trying way too hard to do everything himself. Everywhere Harry turns, he sees Louis. That wouldn’t really be a problem except that Harry’s fairly sure Louis sees him, too.

Cupid's Chokehold by bluelemur | E | 35326 But - naively, stupidly, blindly - Harry holds out hope for a love that’s written across the stars. He can’t give up the feeling that there’s someone out there, waiting for him. He’s just going to have to wait for them, too. Or: Louis is a Cupid who tries to match up Niall and Harry. It doesn't work out as planned.

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Collision by itjustkindahappened | E | 226294 Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other. (Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who’s got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.)

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𑑛 “ARMOUR-CLAD HEART” ﾉ MYDEI. HONKAI STAR RAIL

gn reader ﾉ words 0.9k ᯽ mydei teaches you some self-defence. reader is not made for fighting and rather weak. an awkward display of affection from mydei’s side lol ﾉ no proofreading, we die like kremnoans ᯽ FLUFF ﾉ GENERAL CONTENT ᯽

You hear a displeased click of his tongue — nothing surprising given your stance and previous pathetic tries at blocking his fist — and take a step back with your face embarrassingly hot. His fake hit was nowhere near fast nor strong, just a mere presentation of where such an attack would come from and land at the end.

“You’d be dead within a second on the Strife’s battlefield. Or perhaps should I even say that a mere thug would get through your defence with little to no preparation?” Mydei’s gaze moves all over you in a judging way, and it takes your every strength not to look away.

“I’m not made for battle! You wouldn’t see me anywhere near it. It’s just way too hot today to focus.”

Another loud “tch” escapes his lips, now much more annoyed and agitated than before, as if he has already completely given up on any hope for you. A blazing sun over the terrace is no excuse to stop the lesson, or perhaps it’s precisely because of its presence.

“Surely someone with an ill intent would wait for you to be comfortable and well prepared for their arrival, am I correct?” He snickers in a sarcastic tone, leaving a short pause to give you another opportunity to oppose him.

But again, this time not only is his attitude towards you harsh and insulting, but his words make complete sense, and they burn with embarrassment even more than the scorching heat that surrounds both of you.

Maybe you’re simply spineless and will forever be even under his tutoring. You bite your lip, trying not to appear weaker than you already are, knowing very well that there will be absolutely no use in defending yourself anymore. But it doesn’t matter now. What does he plan to do next?

Your body tenses up out of reflex only seconds before his warm palm wraps around your arm, turning you around effortlessly while pressing your back against his own chest. An uncontrolled gasp leaves your mouth as you are left immobilised in an instant and the forced proximity feels even hotter than midday, yet the one behind you pays no mind to it, completely focused on keeping you in place.

“Most people would assume you cannot get out of this hold unless you’re physically stronger than the aggressor.”

You feel every slight breath he makes pressing harder on you. Not to mention how his voice sends pleasant shivers down your spine by being so close to your ear. All the discomfort disappears the second a faint memory reappears in the most unexpected of places. The way he holds you reminds you of something entirely different from sparring.

Curse your mind, it doesn’t help to focus at all and it’s especially shameful when Mydei’s not affected; calm and composed, with a fiery spark running along the red marks on his body.

“You’ll most likely always have a free hand or two. Instead of wriggling them mindlessly, use one to press on the bottom of your opponent’s nose or even punch them. The nose is always sensitive, even under the slightest pressure.” He eases the grip around your body and demonstrates what he just said and although he doesn’t apply force at all when bringing his knuckle above your cupid’s bow, you squirm involuntarily in an attempt to escape.

But since he never lets go of your other arm, there’s nowhere to run.

“Now, try it yourself.” Yet instead of waiting for your move, his hand — armoured in golden claws, a trap for your smaller palm — grabs yours and brings it behind towards his face. You peek over your shoulder, a little afraid.

To add on top of everything, he is as serious about this sparring lesson as ever, not paying attention to the closeness between your bodies. The red lines decorating his chest seem brighter than usual, with sweat glistening along his collarbones and hair dishevelled by the breeze.

Your heart skips a beat in anticipation when you are almost certain he’s about to kiss your fingers instead, but in the last second, he inches away and brushes them against the underside of his nose. “Here. Remember this.”

“I’m sure that my enemy won’t navigate my hand towards their weak spot.” A shaky sigh of disappointment escapes your lips.

He chuckles lowly at your comment, raising the corner of his mouth in a sardonic smile.

“You’d rather aim blindly than focus on where and what to attack? You’ve just earned the disapproval of the crown prince of Castrum Kremnos.” He moves in front of you, abruptly pausing all physical contact. “Be thankful that I’m not only willing to teach you how to defend yourself but also for that I will protect you with my own strength as long as you’re near.”

He pushes a damp strand of hair out of your face, the lightest touch of his bare finger causing more tingles to travel down your spine. At the same time, he flinches when realising what he has done and lets his hand drop to his side; the victorious glint in his golden eyes changes to bewilderment. His armour rattles at the subtle gesture of humanity and betrayal of his emotionless posture.

“We’ll practice again until you gain the approval from me. Do not expect me to be lenient.” The heat spreading on your cheeks becomes a problem only after Mydei finishes the sentence and moves away with haste, surely caused by his discomfort.

A gentle breeze runs through the illuminated terrace and cools your skin. You watch him walk away without turning around (you wish he would). This feeling of shame mixes with admiration and unadulterated curiosity to stir up something completely bizarre in your heart.

A pomegranate-sweet infatuation with the prince.

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everything good happens after midnight ᯓᡣ𐭩

pairing: art donaldson x popstar!reader

warnings: divorced art, mentions of a failed marriage, lily lowkey being cupid, alcohol use, small timeskips, set in 2019, minor swearing, small age gap (r is 24, art is 31), forced proximity?, tension, making out, slight height difference (not specified), written kinda weird i dunno how to explain it, unironic use of the word ‘girlboss’, not proofread

word count: 4.3k

a/n: be a freak in the club !!! ty chappell roan for the inspo xxx also please don’t flame me for this guys. i’ve never written a full fic for a man b4, had to google some words, had to pull out my pinterest board titled ‘writing stuff’ for this one, my longest fic ever!!! let’s clap xx

disclaimer: i am a minor, if what i write makes you uncomfortable knowing that i’m a minor dni!!! don’t complain to me because i can do what i want okay thank you bye x

The time on your phone read 8:27P.M. You sat backstage, fixing up your makeup and warming up your voice for the show you were about to start. All you could hear from the crowd behind the curtain was screams and chatter.

Your manager came up to you at your vanity, he cleared his throat before he spoke, “On in two minutes.” You looked back at him and gave him a nod as you stood up, flattening your short leather skirt and most beautifully designed corset.

Your manager came back to you, microphone in hand and gave it to you, “You got it, you’ll be great.” He gave you a wink and you nodded, walking onto the stage.

As you stepped out onto the stage you put on your persona, that bubbly, energetic singer that all of your fans knew and loved. You waved to the huge crowd of people and spoke into the microphone loudly, “How are we doing tonight?!”

All around you, you heard cheers and screams which made you smile. You waited a minute for the cheers to die down before you spoke again, “y’know, that’s real good to hear. It’s my first show here, did you know that?” you asked the crowd. You heard replies of “no!” and “really?!” You nodded, a cheeky grin on your face, “I know, I know. But, that’s a good thing. I’ve got a real special show prepared for y’all tonight,” you announced to the crowd, pacing around the stage slowly.

Cheers instantly filled your ears, fans excited to see what you had to show them. One fan in particular, a tall man with blonde hair caught your eye. He was smiling down at someone shorter, maybe his daughter, and pointed at the stage, telling her what was happening. You nodded to yourself, “alright! Well, I can tell you all we’re gonna start with a banger. Not that I’m biased or anything..” you mumbled into the microphone which caused the venue to erupt in laughter. As your band was already on stage, the instrumental to a popular song of yours began playing and you smiled, “I hope y’all know this one. I’d be embarrassed if you didn’t,” you winked just before you counted yourself into the song.

2 HOURS LATER

“You guys were such an amazing crowd, I’m so glad this was my first show here! Y’all really didn’t hold back on that last song,” you chuckled as you spoke to the crowd. You reached for your bottle of water and sipped from it, rubbing your neck, “hey! I may or may not be doing merch signing at the back exit..” you whispered into the microphone, wiggling your eyebrows, “be there!” Now, that wasn’t entirely true. Sure, you wanted to do a signing after your show but was it planned? No.. But, in your defence you wanted to see if that blonde guy would come to the back, exchange numbers maybe… Huh? Who are you kidding, he probably has a wife! Who’s also probably waiting for them at home, it is pretty late. You checked your watch; 10:38P.M. Probably way past their daughters bed time, too. Gosh.

You waved goodbye to the crowd, blowing kisses. As soon as you got backstage you tried to find your manager. Where was he? Right. Where he always is, the bar backstage. Better not talk to him while he was drunk, so you told your assistant manger instead. Sweet girl, unfortunate she’s a lower rank than that asshole of a man. “Hey, love. Um, I know we have to get going back to the hotel soon, but I told the crowd I was signing stuff at the back exit. Can you cover for me if Sam asks?”

Your assistant manager nodded, writing what you said down on her clipboard, “got it. Why can’t you talk to him yourself, though? Just wondering, it’s not an attack on you,” she asked with a chuckle. You sighed, looking down at your feet, “He’s in the bar. He’s probably drunk. I don’t wanna have to deal with him right now.” Your assistant manager nodded, clapping you on the back, “not a problem. I’ll go talk to him,” and with that, she left you. All you had to do now was say hi to a few people, sign some things and be on your way.

You made your way to the back exit of the venue, weaving in and out through wires and auxiliaries. Pushing the fire exit open, you were met with tens of smiling faces, pens at the ready. Oh, alright. Tonight’s gonna be a long night. Squeals could probably be heard from states away as you made eye contact with a few fans. “Oh, my God! Can you sign this for me please?!” Pens and paper were pushed into your face, barely getting any room to breathe. A security guard would be nice right about now, you thought.

You took a deep breath before you spoke, almost shouting, “sorry, if you would like me to sign something or take a photo, please be patient. There’s a lot of y’all, and one of me. Imma take my time with all of y’all, make it special. Is that alright?”

You were met with nods and replies of “yes!”, “sorry!” and “alright!” You sighed in relief, “Okay, good. If you want, you can form a line.” Fans struggled against each other, pushing and shoving to be first in line. Surprisingly, a small teenage girl made it first in line, despite the shoving. You smiled brightly at her, making casual conversation, “hi, what’s your name?” She replied in a whisper, “it’s Julianne.” You nodded, humming, “that’s a beautiful name. Do you want to take a photo or do you want me to sign something for you?” Julianne nodded, her hands quickly going to her pockets for her phone. “Can we take a picture?” she asked kindly and you replied, “of course we can, sweetie,” with a chuckle.

She opened up the camera app and readied herself for the photo, posing casually. You followed her lead, a peace sign on your fingers as you winked at the camera. As soon as the picture was taken she quickly turned back to you, hugging you. “Oh!” you almost yelped, obviously not expecting the sudden embrace, but hugged her back anyway. “It was great to meet you,” you whispered to her before she waved goodbye and left.

45 MINUTES LATER

After making your way through almost every fan, you were left standing with two people. A little girl and her father, the tall blonde man who had caught your eye. You smiled at the pair, “last two, huh?” you chuckled. “Anything to sign?” The man nodded, “she’s a little shy,” he gestured to his daughter, “she’s always talking about you at home,” he added with a chuckle. “Anyway, could you sign this?” he asked, grabbing what looked like a CD case out of a backpack slung over his daughters shoulder. He handed you the case, “don’t ask.”

You looked down at the case in your hands and your eyes brightened, “Spiderverse? I like that movie too,” you said to the little girl. You pulled out the Sharpie from your hair, conveniently hidden away, and pressed it to the case. Fuck. It’s wasted. Your face dropped in embarrassment, “I’m so sorry,” you chuckled lightheartedly, “my pen’s wasted. Have either of y’all got one?”

The man sighed heavily, “I’ve got one in the car. I’ll go get it, I’ll be right back, sweetie,” he told his daughter before he jogged away to his car. You looked down at the girl, “what’s your name?” you asked curiously, she looked up at you, her big brown eyes shining, “Lily.” You nodded, “that’s a beautiful name, Lily. What about your dad, do you know his name?” Lily nodded, “mhm. His name is Art.” You chuckled, not expecting such a name. “Wow, cool name, huh?”

Art returned, pen in his hand. “Here you go,” he smiled, handing the pen to you. You took it, popped off the cap and quickly signed the case. Lily took the case from your hands, a great big smile on her face, “thank you!” Art smiled down at her, and then at you, “thank you so much,” he said, taking the pen from you. “Hey, just out of curiosity, what hotel are you staying at tonight?” Art asked you, taking his daughter’s hand in his, “we could give you a ride. If we’re lucky enough, we might be staying in the same place.” You thought to yourself, do I let this hot man I don’t know bring me back to my hotel, leaving my team completely unaware as to where I am or do I decline and leave with my team? Tricky question.. You shrugged, “I’m staying at the Black Bird Plaza, do you know it?” Arts face lit up and he chuckled, “yeah, I do. We’re staying there as well.”

Your eyes widened slightly, “oh, wow. Y’all are lucky, huh?” Art nodded, a smirk on his face, “do you wanna get a drink at the bar?” Never one to say no to a drink, you nodded. “Great! Guess I’ll be your chauffeur for tonight,” he added.

“C’mon,” he said finally as he began walking to his car and you followed. “Are y’all from around here? I assume not.” Art shook his head, “no, we’re not from here. A few states over. Lily saw you weren’t coming to our city, so we traveled.” You chuckled, respecting the dedication, “big fan.” “You have no idea,” he replied.

Art unlocked his car and opened the door for you, “thank you,” you smiled, sitting in the passenger seat. Buckling yourself in, he helped Lily into the back, “do you need help putting on your seatbelt or are you good?” Lily declined, buckling her own seatbelt like the girlboss that she is. Art nodded, and got into the drivers seat.

10 MINUTES LATER

Art parked his car in the hotel parking lot and helped both you and Lily out of the car. You checked your watch, 11:25 P.M. You turned to Art as you all entered the lobby, “wouldn’t the bar be closed by now?” you asked. He shook his head, pressing the button for the elevator, “don’t worry about it. I’m liked around here.” You laughed at his certainty, “alright then.” The three of you entered the elevator as the doors opened, “Lily, we’re gonna sit at the bar for.. maybe an hour, okay? I’ll turn on the T.V. for you, just don’t leave the room and don’t open the door for anyone, got it?”

Lily nodded, “mhm. Can I have a snack from the mini fridge?” Art looked at you and you both chuckled, “of course you can, sweetie,” he told Lily. He pulled his room key out of his pocket when the elevator doors opened. Two young ladies were standing, waiting for the elevator and saw you. Their faces instantly lit up, “Oh. My. God!” one of the girls chuckled out, “can we get a picture?” You nodded, selling out of the elevator, “of course!” Art and Lily followed, he nudged you, “gonna go to the room. We’re in room 276.” You nodded, and just as he was going to leave one of the girls spoke tremulously, “wait! You, too. You’re my dad’s favourite tennis player, he’d be so stoked to know I met him.”

Your eyebrows creased together as you looked back at him, “tennis player?” He shrugged, an awkward smile on his face, “yeeeah?” He walked back over to you and the girls, leaving Lily to fend for herself and smiled for the pictures. The girls giddily spoke to each other after the pictures, “this has to go onto my Instagram. My actual popstar idol and a super hot tennis player? I’ll literally go viral.” You and Art shared a glance and knowingly smiled at each other.

The girls entered the elevator, still excitedly chatting. You noticed that Lily wasn’t next to Art anymore, “oh, no. Where did Lily go?” Art brushed you off, “she’s probably already waiting for us outside the room. She’s used to having a famous dad,” he gloated sarcastically. “Uh-huh,” you nodded with a scoff.

You followed him back to his room where Lily was standing safe and sound, she leaned her head against the door tiredly. Art rapped on the door, “wake up, Lily.” She lifted her head up from the door, “I’m awake, dad.” He unlocked the door and pushed it open. Lily ran in and sat in front of the mini fridge, rummaging through the snacks. Art allowed you inside before he followed. You glanced around the room, pretty big room for two people, you thought. Lily picked out her snack and walked over to Art, “I’m gonna have this one.” He looked down at her and nodded, “go ahead.” She gave him a hug and he kissed her gently on the cheek, “you going to bed?” he asked her and she nodded. “Good. It’s way past your bedtime,” he responded lightly. “We’re going to the bar, we’ll be back up soon, okay? Love you.” They waved goodbye and you both left the room.

Art began walking down the hall and you asked him, “you can trust her to set her sleep there alone?” He nodded, pressing the elevator button, “she’s a big girl. She’ll be safe, don’t worry.”

The doors opened slowly and you stepped inside. Art looked at you curiously as he followed you, “you are over 21, aren’t you?” You chuckled, “you didn’t do your research. I’m 24, so yeah. I’m legal.” Art scoffed, “alright, sue me. I just wanted to make sure, okay?” The doors closed and suddenly you felt claustrophobic. No, the elevator wasn’t small, there was enough room to breathe. So, why couldn’t you? Was it the fact that you were in a concealed space with a super hot dilf- I mean, super cool tennis player? Shit, probably. You looked at your watch to try and calm your nerves, you seemed to do that a lot. The time was 11:48 P.M.

You scratched your neck before speaking, “I didn’t bring my purse. You are planning on paying for these drinks right?” He frowned mockingly, “oh. Well, I guess you can just go back to your room.” You let out a sigh of relief, “yeah, okay. Just checking.” “It’s only gentlemanly,” he started, “how should I ask a pretty woman out to drinks and not pay? That’s just rude.”

You scoffed, ignoring just how flustered that statement made you, “oh, nice. Smooth, even.” The doors creaked open and he stepped out, shrugging, “I thought that was good,” his words echoed through the empty lobby. The sound of your heels on the marble floor mocked his words as they echoed after him.

The elevator was only a few steps away from the bar and yet it felt miles away. Once you crossed the threshold you sighed with relief, a heavy weight taken off your shoulders suddenly. Art guided you to a small table next to a window, the lights dim and seats soft. You gave him a smile, “what do you drink?” he asked. Oh. What do you drink? Did you know you’ve been sober for over a year? Now you know! “Just get me a whiskey coke,” you blurted out. He raised an eyebrow at you, “you sure that’s what you want?” You shook your head, a frown on your face, “I dunno, get me something sweet, I guess.”

He gave you a nod, “you got it.” He walked over to the bar and leaned on his elbows as he spoke to the barman. What you heard could only be described as ‘acquaintances who have a semi mutual friend who is never around so conversation is hard to get flowing and is usually awkward. so, communication is normally short nods, mumbles and thanks’. He came back over to the table, two drinks in hand; a beer and a… Shirley Temple? Your eyebrows creased as you looked up at him, “seriously?” He waved you off, “Dirty Shirley,” he claimed, setting the drinks onto the table. “Oh.” You grabbed your drink and sipped it cautiously, he took a seat opposite you.

You tasted the drink warily, and nodded to yourself. “It’s good,” you mumbled. He snickered, “it’s just a Shirley with vodka, it’s nothing special.” You shrugged, swallowing a sip, “so? It’s good. What’d you get?” You turned his beer bottle to face you, ‘Carlsberg’ is what the label read. “Any good?” you asked him. “It’s fine, used to drink it in college.” Ah. You nodded, “nostalgic, huh?” He shrugged, “I guess.”

Suddenly, a few questions popped into your head. “Should’ve asked this earlier, how old are you?” He sighed, setting down his beer, cleared his throat, “32.” You nodded, kind of expecting him to be older, “alright, not bad,” you half-shrugged. “Do you.. have a wife?” He froze up a little. Oh. “Uh, no.” Frown on your lips you asked, “really? You’re a good looking man and you’re an athlete, it’s kinda hard to believe,” you laughed softly. “Hm. Relationships don’t work out sometimes,” he replied, taking a swig of his beer. “Tell me about it,” you reciprocated, rolling your eyes.

He cleared his throat, trying to move from the subject, “anyway. You been singing long?” You sipped your drink before answering, “I guess, yeah. I was in choir in middle school, so. I’ve always had ‘the talent’, y’know? But, I’ve been a singer since.. what is it now? 2014? So, five years going strong, give or take a few months.” He grinned from ear to ear, clearly very impressed, “wow. Long time, huh? You don’t get bored?” You sipped your drink and squinted at him, shaking your head, “don’t you get bored of tennis?” He made an iffy face, as if he didn’t really know the answer to your question.

“Hmmmmm…” you hummed as you looked at him sideways, “we’re very different, I see.” Pretty much after gulping the rest of your drink down you asked him one more question, “how old is Lily?” “She’s 8,” Art answered with a stiff nod. “She’s a good kid. You’re a good dad, too.” Art made a somewhat uncomfortable noise but thanked you anyhow.

“Sorry, that was kinda sudden,” you chuckled. “That’s alright, I appreciate it. I’ll grab you another drink,” he responded, standing up from his seat. Another less than acquaintanced conversation between Art and the barman. Jeez. You could feel the anxiousness of the conversation from your seat.

He came back over, another Dirty Shirley in hand and gave it to you. “Thanks,” you began sipping your drink again. “Barman’s closing up in 5, you’ll have to drink that fast,” Art told you lingering at the table, rather than sitting down. He picked up his beer and started drinking it a little faster than what would be considered a ‘normal’ beer drinking pace. You gave a nod and started uncomfortably gulping down your drink. You placed the glass on the table once you finished, fishing for the maraschino cherry at the bottom.

You got up from the table, pushing your chair in before you left the bar. Walking back to the elevator you tried to make conversation with Art, “thanks for the drinks. Haven’t had one of those before, they’re good.” “Not a problem,” he replied, pressing the elevator button.

The doors opened instantly and you both stepped in, ladies first. The doors closed slowly as you stood face to face with him. The slight smell of alcohol filling the elevator was gross. Slightly intoxicating. The elevator stopped suddenly with a jolt. Art sighed, “we’re stuck.” You groaned, “seriously? Does this happen often?” He nodded, eyes widened slightly, “oh, yeah. Fantastic hotel, super old elevators. It’s sad.” “Is there an emergency bell for things like this?” You asked, examining the buttons which read: ‘0, 1, 2, 3, 4’. Four floors and no emergency button? Jesus Christ.

He shook his head, “nope. We just have to wait it out. Usually takes ten minutes for assistance.” You looked at your watch again, 12:07 P.M. What’s a better way to pass the time than make a move? Probably a lot. But that just didn’t register in the moment. You never really mastered the whole flirting thing, usually you weren’t the one to shoot your shot. Clearly, you liked this guy. Maybe he liked you, too? What’s an invite out to drinks with a stranger? Basically a date.

“You look nice,” you finally got out, looking at his shoes. His brows furrowed and he chuckled, “are you trying to make conversation or are you trying to flirt?” Fuck, he caught you out. Play it cool. “Uh, no. Obviously not, we’re just stuck here, in this elevator, and I noticed you look nice, is that okay?” You said quickly. Art chuckled, running a hand through his hair like the dream boat that he is- who said that? “Look, we both know why I invited you for a drink. I think you’re pretty fine, and I know you think the same about me,” he stated, giving you a look.

You squinted at him, “it’s rude that you think so highly of yourself..” your complaint was cut short as Art pressed his lips against your quickly which made your eyes widen to the heavens. He pushed himself away from you just as quickly as he pulled himself to you. “Sorry,” he mumbled with a chuckle, “I should’ve asked you.” You shook your head quickly before forcing your lips back onto his in a desperate attempt to feel what you felt when he first kissed you. Did that catch him off guard? No, not really. He knew you’d kiss him back anyway, he’s Art Donaldson, he does fine for himself and he knows it.

You pressed a kiss to his neck which caused a choked moan to escape his lips. Now, that caught you off guard. He plays tennis, he should have a lot of practice trying to keep grunts in when he plays, right? Maybe you’re just that good. Props to you. Well, now you knew; his neck is the Jackpot. So, you abused the fuck out of his neck. Not literally. But continuously kissing his neck, biting it even and hearing him whine did wonderful things for your ego.

His hands made their way to your waist and pulled you impossibly closer to him and you groaned as you took a breather, “your lips feel nice on mine,” you told him, a smirk playing on your lips. “Don’t be such a tease,” he warned breathlessly, to which you replied, “or what? You gonna whine again?” He rolled her eyes, his tongue prodding at his cheek in faux annoyance. You were about to kiss him again when the doors creaked open and outside stood a trio of firefighters who stared blankly at you both, “alright in here?” one of them asked to which Art replied with a nod. “We’re going up..” you mumbled, unsure of yourself. The firefighter who had spoken before nodded and said “should be safe. Have a good night.”

Art quickly pressed the button and the doors slammed shut. Giggles escaped you as the elevator began to move again to which Art nudged you. “What? That was pretty funny, don’t lie,” you responded to his antics. The elevator doors opened and alas, you finally made it to your floor. You held your hand out for him to take in which he obliges, following you out of the elevator like a dog on a leash.

He took the room key out of his pocket and unlocked the door slowly to not wake up Lily. You pushed the door to the master bedroom open and took off your heels, softly setting them down near a bedside table. Art walked in after you and sat on the bed, anxiously waiting for your next move. You left the room and entered the bathroom. You let the water run in the sink for about a minute before splashing your face with the cold water. Making an attempt to dry your face you ended up leaving a huge makeup stain on a towel. Oops.

While you were in the bathroom, you decided to take off your show outfit, leaving you in your bra and panties. Too little? Oh well. You left the bathroom, your clothes in a pile on the corner. Re-entering the bedroom, Art was still getting changed himself. You quickly left to give him some privacy and grabbed your phone from the bathroom sink, where you left it while getting changed. Knocking on the bedroom door softly, Art called back to you, “come in.”

He sat under the covers, his bare shoulders exposed which were covered in scars. Smiling at him, you climbed in next to him, placing your phone onto a bedside table. It lit up as it was placed, the clock read 12:36 P.M. He moved next to you, wrapping his arms around you as you shut your eyes.

9 HOURS LATER

You were awoke by the sound of your phone buzzing against the table, hundreds of notifications flooding your phone. Quickly, your eyes adjusted to the screen, images of you and Art with two fans in a hotel went viral, just like the lady said. Your manager spammed your phone, ‘are you serious? do you know what this could do for your image??? please tell me you didn’t sleep with him.’ You turned over and there Art was, completely sound asleep.

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[weasleyreidstyles]

Serendipity; Tulips & Starlight

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i decided to make it super fluffy and cute - to make up for the angst to come (ig thats a spoiler?? but not really). if you want more one shots for this series send me a request because this was actually so fun 😁😁

Every year, without fail, the castle halls were full to the brim with wreathes of glittering hearts and ribbons of all sorts of reds, pinks and whites. The Hogwarts student body made a huge deal of Valentines Day every year – the muggleborn students had the most fun with the aspects that made it all the more magical. Each year, Professor Dumbledore would employ a series of real life Cupids to fly about the castle shooting 'arrows of love' towards their targets for the price of five whole Galleons.

Every year you find it sickening. This year is no different.

The Great Hall is swarming with people during breakfast and flying among the swooping owls are at least thirty or so Cupids who drift above the tables, skimming people's heads with the tips of their wrinkled feet. In place of the enchanted sky in the ceiling, red hearts have been enchanted to cascade like rain fall, bursting into balls of sparkling light that falls softly onto the tables, which are decorated in the same shade rather than the traditional scarlet, emerald, navy and yellow of the House colours.

You walk into the Great Hall, followed closely by Theo and Pansy, with distain painted across your face. Theo snickers as Pansy gushes silently over the Valentines decor.

"This is disgusting." You say with a scowl as the three of you wander in behind a group of giggling second year girls. Theo's snickering turns into a full on laughter as Pansy's head whips in your direction, disbelief written on her face.

"How can you possibly hate this?" she asks with wide eyes, as if you're committing some form of treason for hating this muggle holiday. "I think it's an endearing little thing."

"At least it's only for one day, tesoro." Theodore teases sarcastically, moving away just in time to avoid your swatting hand. "Don't you want to be swooned with flowers and chocolate?"

You curse his words as you part ways to the Ravenclaw table, shooting him daggers when he speaks to you in your mind as he sits down.

I wonder...should I pay one of those ugly Cupids to shoot an arrow at Matt for you? He smirks mischievously as said boy wanders into the Great Hall, deep brown eyes immediately seeking you out before he finds his friends.

You send him a smile, that goes unnoticed by everyone but him, before shooting as many cuss words you know towards Theo, who only laughs in response.

I'll take that as a no, then. Enjoy your breakfast, tesoro. Is all he can say before you kick him from your mind with a forceful shove.

He turns to Mattheo and they begin to have a lengthy discussion, but you're not curious enough to find out what it is, more content with drowning yourself in caffeine, if only to fuel your need to survive through the day.

~∞~

The Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom is possibly the only room in the castle that doesn't reflect the rest of the hallways. You should be glad that it no longer looks like Saint Valentine threw up in every single crevice, but the gloomy atmosphere actually makes your mood deplete. Mattheo had been sending you secretive looks all day and you had to admit that you were curious.

He was definitely planning something; it made you nervous, butterflies fluttering anxiously in your stomach.

Professor Snape was still yet to make his dramatic entrance to the classroom; you were chatting with Hermione, Ron and Harry as you waited impatiently for the lesson to start when Harry pointed to something fluttering above your head.

It's not a Cupid. Thank Merlin. But it's still happening in front of so many people and you want the ground to swallow you whole, until you make eye contact with its sender, who was smirking into the crook of his elbow, avoiding your narrowed gaze.

Mattheo had somehow gotten some faeries to flutter about your head, silent and imposing as one by one, they made about a dozen tulips of varying shades of red, purple and yellow, appear on your desk. You bite the inside of your cheek hard to stop the smile spreading across your face, but it doesn't hinder the bright blush that floods your aching cheeks.

"What the fuck?" Ron guffaws loudly, drawing more attention to the four of you, but you ignore everyone in favour of the deep rasp of his voice that enters your mind.

Theo said it would be a hard no if I paid one of the Cupids to shoot an arrow at you. He says, voice filled with mirth.

Yes. I would've run out of this classroom and you would never see me again. You respond with sparkling eyes.

Well I'm glad I listened to him, for once. Do you like them? The flowers, I mean? He sounds almost... insecure; nervous. Two things Mattheo Riddle is not. Your expression softens.

I love them. Did you know that tulips are my favourite flower?

I asked little Weasley for some help with that one. I'm glad you like them, love. His smirk has transformed into a genuine smile as you brave looking at him amidst the sea of your peers, including the eyes of your three best friends.

Within your conversation that only took mere minutes, rather than the eternity you wished it was, the faeries flittered towards your books and rested upon your desk infront of you, bounding the fallen tulips into an intricate bouquet, bound by what looked like a string of glitter, but you knew better.

You and Hermione gasp simultaneously, along with the other girls in the near vicinity of your desk. Harry and Ron only look more baffled.

"I-is that starlight?" Mione whispers in awe as you both stare down at the faeries who grin up at you with sparkling teeth as the bright silvery light acts like a beacon amidst the darkness of the classroom. "Whoever this is has gone beyond what I thought possible for your attention."

"Yeah." you reply with glistening eyes that flick to Mattheo who looks like he's sat on the edge of his seat.

He sees it in your eyes. The emotion that neither of you have dared to voice, too scared to step even further over the line that you were already holding onto for dear life, but that grip was slipping with every passing day.

Mattheo knew then that he would gift you the world if you asked for it; he would give you anything, even something as rare and beautiful as starlight.

The rest of the day is a blur for you. You hardly notice the eyesores that are Cupids flying around like headless chickens, chasing people around the grounds. All you can think about are the Tulips wrapped up in glistening starlight that sit safely in a vase in your dorm room.

~∞~

Meet me in the Astronomy Tower – M

The lone note, that sits on your bedside table, reads. It was not there when you returned from dinner earlier, so it had appeared during the time you've spent in the company of your friends since then.

The day is almost over, the Grandfather clock in the common room is distantly chiming that it is eleven at night, marking one more hour of the day.

You had woken up in a sour mood over what you would have to endure from overbearing couples and lovesick idiots all day. But you had been pleasantly surprised by just how thoughtful Mattheo had been.

And you were not expecting it at all.

Mattheo Riddle who portrayed this persona of pure evil, stoicism and nonchalance to the world had gone above and beyond your expectations of Valentines Day and turned it into something truely magical.

You turn to look at your chest of drawers, where the tulips rest in a glass vase, starlight pooling around them, and into the air, casting a pleasant glow around your room. You had quickly discovered that he had also charmed the tulips to last forever. So they would never die; symbolic true love forever bathed in breathtaking starlight that was bestowed upon the bouquet like faery dust infront of your very eyes.

Quickly you changed into presentable, but comfortable clothes: Black flared leggings and you covered your cold arms with a fluffy jumper that cropped just above your belly button shoving on a pair of dark trainers before you made the short journey out of the Ravenclaw common room towards the neighbouring Astronomy tower.

It only took you ten slow minutes to sneak across corridors, silently praying the Filch and Mrs. Norris didn't turn the corners when you did. But you got to the Astronomy tower without a hitch and descended the steep staircase, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself at the bite of the cold.

"You came." his voice is a soft caress against the wind and you find yourself immediately wrapped up in his strong arms.

"Of course, I did." you mumble into his chest, hugging him tighter as a gust of wind circles the two of you. "I've been thinking about you all day."

"Have you now?" He asks with a smirk that turns into a startled chuckle as you shove against his chest with a laugh of your own.

It's only when you step out of his embrace that you see what he had planned. Your mouth gapes as you take in the scene in front of you.

Set up in the centre of the open room, surrounded by telescope's and magical orreries, is a red and white gingham picnic blanket surrounded by dazzling balls of light that cascade down the stone walls like fairy lights. There are candles dotted about the room, casting a warm glow.

"Matt-" you start but the feeling of his chest pressing into your back has your voice quieting as he presses languid kisses to your exposed neck. You sigh as you relax into his hold. "How long did this take you?"

"Not long. Pansy helped me with the decorations while I got food from the kitchens. Dobby heard your name and went all out." he chuckles quietly as he gently guides you towards the blanket, where a dark brown picnic basket sits among a series of long candlesticks.

"It looks lovely." you say as you move to sit down, Mattheo following closely behind.

Your thigh presses against his as he reaches into the basket, pulling out a bottle of sparkling wine. You smile as he turns to you with a cheeky grin.

"Ready to be wined and dined, sweetheart?" he asks with a smirk as he pops the cork and pours both of you a generous amount. Your smile gives way to a delightful giggle as you clink your glasses together, pulling out a series of food that Dobby had generously prepared for the two of you.

~∞~

"How did you manage to plan all this? From the tulips to the starlight to...to this? It's all so perfect." you ask as you take a bit out of a chocolate covered strawberry.

"Well...Weasley told me about your favourite flowers and their meaning and I figured out how to bargain with the faeries from the forest for the starlight."

"How?" you were intrigued.

"That's my secret, love." he teases. "I'm not allowed to say."

"Not even to me?" you pout and he laughs as he takes a bit out of the pumpkin pasty on his plate.

"Not even you. I can't break a faerie's promise. You know that."

You could reason with that, you supposed. Faerie promises were sacred in the wizarding world.

"I think this is our first real date." you say contently, as you lean back on your elbows, staring at the side of his chiselled face.

"It is, isn't it." he says, nodding his head. One of his hands rests idly against your thigh, thumb occasionally stroking against the fabric of your leggings. "Well I must say, I don't think you'll ever top this."

You let out a loud laugh at his arrogance that has Mattheo swooning as he stares at you.

"What?" you ask, face wide with a smile as you reach up to brush your hands against your mouth. "Do I have something on my face?"

He leans in closer, voice barely a whisper.

"Yeah, you have an eyelash right here-" he reaches his hand to brush away the stray lash that had fallen onto your cheek but before he does, he presses a searing kiss to your lips.

Momentarily stunned, you react a second late before you wrap your arms around his neck, letting him lay you across the gingham blanket. He smiles against your lips and you can't help but lick at the seam of them until he lets you explore his mouth with your tongue, groaning as he grinds his hips against your's.

The peaceful atmosphere is disrupted by the incessant flapping of wings that has you detaching your lips from his. Looking around curiously you spot the intruder floating around in your peripheral.

"I thought I made it clear that I abhored the idea of a Cupid shooting an arrow at us." you say with a huff as the angel like creature lines up it's bow and arrow. To his credit, Mattheo actually looks confused as he swivels his head in the direction you're looking in.

"I- I didn't-" he pauses before shooting a scathing look towards the door. "Fucking Theodore thinks he's so funny."

The Cupid's arrow makes it's mark and all you feel is a pinch, no less painful than a pin prick, before the loud laughter of your friend is heard from behind the door. You'd find it hillarious if it was anyone else, but not while you were having such an intimate moment.

Mattheo looks about ready to maim his best friend, but you stop him by wrapping your legs around his hips.

"Leave it, Théo. He's just being a dick because he's got no Valentine this year." you say, making your voice louder so that Theo can hear you clearly. You hear his receding footsteps along with his echoing laughter that has Mattheo easing up, but he's clearly speaking to Theo as there's a clouded look in his raging onyx eyes.

"Sorry love." he says as he presses kisses down your neck, reaching for the hem of your jumper that is quickly discarded. You look up at him with an expression that has him melting into you instantly. The words are on the tip of your tongue, but something was stopping you; you knew it was irrational, knew that he felt the same way about you.

But you wanted to tell him when the time was right, and no matter how perfect, you knew that this wasn't that moment. You were content in bathing in his otherworldly presence, pressing kisses to his mouth, nose, cheeks and neck as he worshipped you under the stars.

Your time together was a reprieve from everything happening around you; there was a darkness looming about the castle, but in Mattheo's arms you felt infinitely safe.

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[pullakori]

Cherik resurrection 2025

1. Left out in the cold

This was not how Charles had thought the night would go. He was supposed to be forgetting the stress from his thesis and the legal battle with his step father by drinking, flirting, making out and finding a comfortable bed of someone else’s to crash on. And he had been doing pretty good on that plan until ten minutes ago! But now, he was stuck outside of some fraternity building after 1 am on Halloween night.

As the cold started slowly to seep into his skin and bones, Charles found himself wishing that he had dressed as a sexy librarian like he had originally planned. At least he would be wearing more clothes than he currently was as a cupid. He cursed Raven in his head as he sat on the building stairs, trying to gather enough energy for the long walk home. 

At least he would get warmer as he started moving, he thought to himself, trying to pull the hem of the white toga lower, but not succeeding. He cursed Raven some more and then himself for letting her talk him into shortening the damn thing from the original length. It hadn’t been that long to begin with, but right now he would be grateful for every inch of extra cloth.

“Are you alright?” Charles didn’t know if it was because of his frustration or his slightly drunken state that he hadn’t noticed the stranger approaching. Felt his mind nor heard his steps. He turned to look up at the man with wide eyes and had to stop to take him in. He was tall and dressed in gothic clothing, with white shirt, deep maroon vest, dark trousers and a frilly white cravat. Instead of a jacket, he had a long maroon and black cape. Despite how covered the man was, the clothes left little for imagination, hugging and complementing his frame in the most delicious way. The man’s skin looked pale in the light of the street lamps and the sharpness of his cheekbones had been highlighted with some makeup. Maybe the unnatural paleness too, was a result of cosmetics.

His sharp eyes were staring intensely at Charles, his frown turning to a questioning rise of an eyebrow and suddenly Chalres realised that he had been staring for way too long.

“Ummm, yes, or no, I mean-” Charles forced himself to stop and think. Was he really going to bother this stranger with his unfortunate situation, even when there was not really anything he could even do about it? 

The stranger tilted his head to the side and a small smile was tugging his thin lips. Well, Charles thought, there was no harm with unburdening his heart a little.

“Well, in truth, I have been locked out.” Charles explained and nodded behind him towards the house. The stranger glanced at the door and then back to Charles.

“You live here?” He asked and Charles hurried to shake his head.

“No, I was here to party. I was thrown out.” He said and when the vampire gave him a suspicious look, he felt the need to defend himself. “Which was not my fault, just so you know.”

The man seemed amused by his answer.

“Oh, is that so?” He probed lightly, with some doubt in his voice. 

“Well, maybe slightly my fault.” Looking back, maybe his sultry behaviour in the party and slight drunken state might have compromised his judgement somewhat. But even then it had been a 10/90 situation. 20/80 at most! “But in my defence I didn’t know she had a boyfriend and she approached me. I learned that only after I had to dodge a drunken punch to the face.” It felt like he was making a court case for himself, but the stranger seemed to find amusement from his suffering.

“A trouble maker, I see” The vampire nodded with a small grin, before his look turned more curious. “Why are you still sitting here? You don’t seem so drunk that you can’t walk.” 

“I’m just gathering mental energy to start the long walk home.” He had just stopped banging the door few minutes ago and the sudden shift in the night’s plans had caused him the need to take a moment to gather himself.

“How long?” The stranger queried and Charles shrugged.

“Thirty to forty minutes.” He sighed. He wasn’t looking forward to it, but had made peace with it as the conversation had gone on.

The vampire looked alarmed by Charles’ answer, consern colouring his voice.

“That long? While wearing that?” Charles noticed how the vampire’s eyes lingered on his exposed skin and without thinking about it too much, he stretched his legs a bit and leaned back on the steps.

“Something wrong with my costume?” He asked, feigning ignorance and smirking inwardly as he saw the other man swallowing thickly, some colour appearing on his cheeks, but barely noticeable. So it was makeup, Charles thought to himself.

The man managed to pull himself together in quite admiring time, however. Though his eyes still crept to glance at Charles’ body every now and then.

“That is a long way to walk in this weather and it’s only going to get even colder. Almost freezing.” He cautioned Charles, 

“Really?” That dampened Charles’ mood somewhat. He supposed the alcohol in his body had been keeping him little warmer this far, but if the night was about to turn even colder, his journey home would be very unpleasant indeed.  “Well, I’ll keep warm by moving.” He sighed, finally standing up and stepping down from the stairs. No reason to keep avoiding the inevitable.

The stranger watched him with intense eyes, and if someone had told Charles that he truly was a vampire, he might have believed them.

“You don’t have anyone you could call to pick you up? There is a phone booth just around the corner.” The man nodded towards the direction where the phone most likely was, but Charles shook his head.

“No. Everyone I know is having fun at other parties, who knows where.” Even Hank had for once in his lifetime agreed to join Alex, Sean and Armando for a long night of festivities. Wasn’t that just Charles’ luck…

“Then how did you get here?” The vampire wondered.

“I had a ride.” Charles explained, and continued before the other man was able to actually voice the new question in his head. “And I planned on getting one back in the morning.” That had never been a problem before, Charles thought sourly.

But there was no point crying over the spilled milk.

“I better get going.” Charles decided, nodding to himself and turning to look at the stranger, who was looking unsure now. “Thank you for your concern. I will be fine though.” He thanked him and walked past him, beginning his long and chilly journey home.

“If you need a place to crash,” The man’s voice made Charles stop and turn around in shock. “I have an extra mattress and live less than 10 minutes from here.” The offer sounded sincere, but Charles still couldn’t believe what he had heard.

The vampire seemed to sense his hesitation, because he hurried to reassure him.

“No strings attached.” He said, holding his hands up. “I just don’t want to hear in the news tomorrow about how someone found a cupid frozen to death.” Under the unserious tone, there was actual concern of Charles’ well being. But just to make sure Charles wasn’t going to be killed tonight…

Charles moved two of his fingers to his temple for focus and as carefully as he could in his slightly drunken state, used his power to look into the vampire’s mind and his intentions. Reading thoughts under influence wasn’t dangerous, unlike trying to control someone, which was the reason Charles hadn’t tried to make someone let him in before.

He was almost thrown out by the mental shields that rose up to meet his probing, like metallic security doors. There was a moment of alarmed surprise in the vampire’s face, but then realization. The barriers lowered themselves and the stranger gestured at his head.

“Oh, right. Feel free to check.” The vampire said and Charles was a bit surprised by the ready acceptance of his mutation. But with the permission, he scanned the stranger’s, Erik Lehnsherr, intentions and found no ill will there, only concern, protectiveness and intrigue. 

Happy to know that he didn’t have to walk all the way home and that he could spend the rest of the night with this curious man, Charles lowered his hand and smiled at Erik.

“Sorry about that, I promise I didn’t dig too deep.” Charles assured, but Erik shook his head.

“Not at all. It’s good to know that you seem to possess some self-preservation instincts.” The cheeky answer made Charles’ jaw drop slightly. The nerve!

“You got an impression I didn’t?” He questioned, slightly offended, but mostly amused.

Erik shrugged, not looking apologetic in the slightest.

“Considering that you were stuck outside in that outfit because you were making out with someone else’s girlfriend. It crossed my mind.”

“I told you, I didn’t know!” Charles insisted, although some colour started to heat his cheeks. “And you are one to talk about outfits! You are the one wearing a bloody cape!” He accused, pointing at the said garment.

His attack against Erik’s fashion sense seemed to take the other man aback.

“What is wrong with capes?” He sounded almost offended, frowning as he took hold of the cape and lifted it up a bit with his right hand.

“What isn’t wrong with them? They make you look like a comic book supervillain for starters.” Charles pointed out and his arms crossed, but his tone was more joking again. And the same mirth was mirrored in Erik’s expression too.

“I rather enjoy having a cape. They give an outfit a slash of…” He paused and threw the cape, making it flare behind him. “drama.” Erik finished and Charles had to roll his eyes as he tried to hold in laughter.

“Here I thought you were all broody and mysterious, but I’m starting to realize you are actually just a dork.” He teased and was delighted when the man let out a full chested laugh.

“Additionally…” Erik said as he got his breath back and brought his hand on top of the buckle that kept the cape on his shoulders. It came undone like it was magic, or by mutation, and with one smooth movement the other mutant wrapped it around Charles, surrounding him in sudden warmth that almost made him melt. “capes keep you warmer.” The last part was murmured so close to Charles’ ear that he could feel the warm breath tingling it.

He would have been lying, if he said that his legs didn’t go little weak from it.

But, too soon Erik stepped back and gestured at the road.

“Shall we?” He asked and with a nod from Charles, they started to walk towards Erik’s apartment. The cape was slightly uncomfortable, considering that Charles already had wings and quiver on his back, but it was a small price to pay for the warmness.

“So, should I call you Dracula or..?” Charles asked after a moment of silence.

“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t find my name in my mind when you were digging around there.” Erik glanced at Charles with a smile and a raised eyebrow, causing Charles to cough from getting called out like that. Though Erik’s non-judgemental attitude towards his telepathy was quite refreshing. 

“Sure, but it is more polite to ask about it aloud.” He said and offered his own hand. “I’m Charles Xavier, I study genetics and I have to say that you have a very groovy mutation yourself, my friend.” He started, leveling the playing field. Erik took Charles’ hand and gave it a firm but small shake.

“Erik Lehnsherr, engineering. And my mutation is magnetism.” He explained and immediately Charles’ mind was filled with dozens of questions he wanted to ask the other. But for now, he let Erik’s hand go and smiled even more broadly at the other.

“Well Erik, I feel like this is the start of something amazing, my friend.”

[captain-tch]

Closet (Daryl Dixon x PlatonicFem!Reader)

You had been hiding a part of yourself for years, it only took the world to end to finally speak your truth.

You stood on Aaron and Eric's porch, bracing yourself against the railing. They had prepared dinner for yourself and Daryl, as payment for bringing some spices back from a supply run. It was a lovely gesture, and it made you hate yourself even more when you couldn't stand to be in their company for too long. It was the hand holding, the loving gazes, the inside jokes. It was the way they shared gentle touches, so openly and so in love. It was the kisses and the laughs and the smiles.

It was hard to recognise the nasty feeling festering in your gut. It turned your gaze green and made yourself bitter.

You were jealous.

You shook your head, leaning back, trying to let the night wind wipe your sadness away. You wanted to push past this feeling - Aaron and Eric were lovely people, good people, yet you felt yourself turning sour the longer you spent in their company.

The door clicked softly behind you. You jerked, frantically wiping a hand at your cheeks. You turned, expecting to see Aaron or Eric wondering why you hadn't come back in after twenty minutes, but it was Daryl. You smiled weakly, secretly grateful that you didn't have to endure being in the presence of the lovebirds. Even on their own they managed to ooze cupid's scent.

"Hey." Daryl stood beside you, turning to look up at the night sky. The stars twinkled back. "Beautiful night."

You nodded in agreement, attempting to muster the energy to talk, to explain your disappearance.

"Food was good."

You nodded again.

Daryl sighed, playing with his fingers, tugging softly at the cuticles. "Look, ya know I'm no good at this small talk shit. I think we've been friends long enough to skip that crap, and you've been acting like this ever since we got here. Distant."

You bit your lower lip, taking comfort in gnawing at the skin. Your heart wanted to spill it all, to let loose your truth, but your fear kept you trapped.

"Did Aaron or Eric do somethin' to ya?"

You were that shocked at the thought you snapped your head to his. "No. They've been nothing but kind."

"Then what the hell is it?"

"I -" You averted your gaze, keeping your eyes glued firmly to the wood of the porch. "I can't tell you." You muttered, hating how water splashed on your cheeks. Your heart pounded in your chest.

Daryl reached forward, softly grabbing you under the chin, turning you to face him. You tried to muster a smile, though it did nothing to hide the tears freely pouring down. "You're cryin'."

Your hand moved to your cheek absentmindedly, aggressively wiping the wet away. Defeated, you pulled yourself away from Daryl, slumping to the floor feeling as if the world was trying to pull you down.

A beat of silence passed, then two. You wanted to speak; the ball in your throat choked the words. "Whatever it is, ya can tell me."

You pulled your chin into your knees, shoulders sagging. Your chest felt tight, the possibility of letting the truth pass your lips stealing your breath. But then you spotted Daryl at the edge of your vision, his brows creased in concern. He was your closest friend, your greatest confidant. You had told him about your night terrors, and he slept beside you, a moment away, to protect you from the monsters haunting the land of dreams. You leaned on him when you had killed in self defence. You relied on him to watch your back on runs, and he hadn't failed you yet.

He hadn't outright spoken to you of his past; he had let his lips loosen more around you than anyone else. He showed you the cigarette burns - never his back. You never dared to ask, knowing that was one private terror he would spill in his own time.

This man would never judge you. He would never press for more if you weren't ready, and he definitely would never leave your side. He was your platonic soul mate.

You released a heavy breath, scooting along to make room for him. Your voice was as quiet as a mouse - as a hunter you knew he heard. "I've never told anyone."

Daryl was quiet, accepting your invitation and settling in beside you. He didn't move to comfort you; he sat close enough to know he was there.

You clenched your fingers into your palm, the pain of the nails biting into the skin distracting you for the self destructive thoughts whizzing around in your head. "I'm jealous of them."

"Why?"

He's going to walk away, your brain whispered. He's going to leave you and you will be all alone surrounded by people. He's going to sneer at you and ignore your existence.

A large, calloused hand pried your fingers out of their fists. The skin of your palms cried in relief, sharp indents speckled with blood released into the air. You looked up at Daryl, and at his hand.

You screamed at the voices in your mind, uttering the words you never spoke aloud. "Because they're living their truth, they're not afraid."

Daryl stared at your crumpled form, it taking a moment to sink in. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water - no one had ever told him this kind of thing before, he had no idea how to respond. Turns out Daryl didn't need to worry, because the moment you started talking you unlocked the door you had kept barred shut for years.

"I've known ever since I was a teenager, kept it as quiet as I could. I dated, but it never went past the first date. I couldn't... be myself, and I think it's because I couldn't accept myself, and I think my dates could sense that too." You laughed darkly. "You know how if you were applying for a job, you had to state your sexual orientation? I always put "prefer not to say" as I was afraid to admit to the world that I'm a lesbian." You looked at Daryl, trying to sense any shift in him. He hadn't started cursing you out or walked away. The doubting voices in your head quietened.

You sniffled. "I'm envious of their confidence. Their openness. Is that stupid?"

Daryl shook his head. "Nah, it's not."

"You know what the stupidest thing of all is?" You shook your head, "It's taken until the end of the world to admit out loud that I am a lesbian."

Daryl wrapped his arm around you, bringing you close. "Proud of ya."

You relished his warmth, the warmth of your best friends embrace eradicating those voices for good. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders, and you could tell him about a part of your life you had kept hidden for so long.

"Thanks."

Daryl squeezed the hug tighter around you. "Feel better?"

"Bit."

"Well, come on. Dessert is waiting." Daryl got to his feet, putting his hand out to you.

You gulped, looking at the hand, then him. "You don't think any different of me, do you?"

"Hell nah, you're still a dumbass in my eyes."

You snorted.

"And hey, I can be your wing man."

"I'd love to see that Daryl."

As you walked back into the warmth of Aaron and Eric's home, you felt a peace settle inside you. The conversation didn't solve your insecurity and anxiety, but you felt better having admitted your truth out loud to your best friend.

You were on a long journey to accept yourself, whilst dealing with the trials and tribulations an apocalypse could bring, but in that moment, you were happy.

In your mind you repeated I am a lesbian, a smile forming on your lips.

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[hopeluna-archived]

hiiiiiiiiiiiiii can I ask for a lucifer x mc headcanons but mc is the exact opposite of lucifer.

Like how lucifer is always serious, sadistic, a lil scary and not easily forgiving but mc is soft, sweet, passionate and forgives everyone easily. I hope you get what I mean :D

Thx!!! ❤️

! Cupid's arrrows

── ❥ Characters: Lucifer x reader

── ❥ CW: none!

── ❥ A/N: ok so I kinda did a similar something like this here but imma do it again 'cause i'm a sucker for the Grumpy x sunshine trope <3 oh and I uh- accidentally turned it into a drabble kinda oops? Also its kinda shit ngl (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

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" - and did you think I wouldn't find out that you've been using my credit card for your purchases, unecessary purchases-"

Mammon wasn't sure how much time had passed since Lucifer started talking. Maybe three hours? Four? It was as if time had started to melt and Mammon wasn't even sure what Lucifer was scolding him about at this point, his voice nothing but a distant buzzing in the corner of Mammon's mind.

All he did know is that he happened to have the worst timing today and had stumbled across Lucifer at the exact moment he had fallen victim to one of the Anti-Lucifer league's schemes.

Lucifer, of course, saw Mammon and didn't bother to waste another second before dragging him by the ear to his office. Mammon also didn't bother defending himself 'cause he knew that usually Lucifer would understand that it wasn't Mammon's doing but lately the stress of managing RAD had taken a toll on him and so the first person to fall in his sight would be a victim of his lectures.

The victim being Mammon, unsurprisingly.

"are you even listening to me?"

Mammon's eyes snapped back from the wall to notice Lucifer's narrowed eyes. "What? Don't you have anything to say? A defence? An apology? Something instead of emptily staring off into nowhere?"

Just as Mammon opened his mouth to try a pathetic attempt to sway his brother's attention from his sharp words, the door to the office behind Mammon opened and the sudden shift in Lucifer's expression almost made him question reality.

"Lucifer?"

Oh its MC, that makes sense. This is my cue to get out of here!

"Yes, darling?" The honeyed voice of Lucifer that followed would surely render any other demon speechless to even process that tone came from the cold Avatar of Pride himself.

" we had a date planned, remember? I think we should leave if we wanna get to the restaurant in time!"

"You're right, we should get going-" and like the demon in the middle of the room he was previously scolding didn't exist, Lucifer made his way to the door without missing a beat "- i'm glad you came to inform me before it got late", his voice soft and expression as if he'd been struck by arrows, the good kind though.

Well that was weird. As far as Mammon knew from Asmo, Lucifer and MC's date was not going to start until after almost two hours so he didn't understand why MC had showed up to the office to take Lucifer away from another two hours of scolding.

A wink and smile from MC before the door closed answered that question for him.

© hopeluna. Do not copy, translate, modify or repost any of my work in this or any other site. Do not steal or modify my ideas/concepts either.

[aliensandanxiety]

Making a Jojo fan character and stand because life is short and cringe culture is dead. Info below the cut for anyone interested.

His name is Florian de Locke (Smashing Pumpkins song Cupid De Locke), he's 25 and his stand is called Savage Garden (localised name is Angry Orchard)

It's a plant based humanoid stand that can take on qualities of nearby plants it touches i.e. if it touches poison ivy, it becomes poisonous, if it touches something thorny, it gains spikes, if it touches something medicinal, it gains healing properties. This could include things that have plant extracts inside them in a pinch.

If no plants are nearby it can still function as a long range stand that can use vines similarly to Hierophant Green's tentacles or Hermit Purple but it isn't particularly powerful.

Florian is a florist by trade who has had his stand since he was a child. He is kind hearted, a little timid and at times a pessimist. Generally he prefers not to fight and uses Savage Garden primarily for defence and its healing potential.

Incidentally Florian is based on my farmer in Stardew Valley who has the same name 😂

[stoatallybored]

Art Fight attack for @redysetdare of their OC Cupid - an aromantic archer who is is the world's only defence after being attacked by alien "love bugs"! 🐸

(Bonus)

[berryflavouredkoolaid]

Rosalie Jenkins - Harry Potter OC

~ General ~

Full Name: Rosalie Ethel Jenkins

Nickname(s): Rose, Rosie

Birthdate: April 12th, 1961

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Residence: London, England/New York City, New York | London, England

~ Physical Appearance ~

Hair Colour: Blonde

Eye Colour: Amber

Skin Tone: Pale

Body Type: Mesomorph

Height: 5’3

Misc: A slight gap between her two front teeth, freckles, a defined cupids bow, large, doeish eyes

~ Background ~

Hometown: London, England

Growing up in the wizarding community of Diagon Alley, Rosalie spent her childhood exploring the magical shops of the Alley and running wild in the streets of muggle London with her gang of siblings. One by one, the Jenkins children received their Hogwarts letters and left, until Rosalie was the only one left.

~ Magic & Schooling ~

Wand:

Wood: Applewood

Core: Phoenix Feather

Length: 11 1/2 Inches

Flexibility: Supple

House: Gryffindor

Best Class: Charms

Worst Class: Astronomy

Patronus: Dove

Patronus Memory: Stealing candy with her siblings in London

Boggart: A squirming tangle of worms

Riddikulus: They turns into a bunch of spaghetti noodles

Amortentia (what she smells like): Vanilla, lavender, marshmallow, roses

Amortentia (what she smells): Eucalyptus, black currant, sandalwood, Quidditch jersey

Mirror of Erised: Regulus

Quidditch: No—But she is the announcer

Prefect: Yes

Clubs: No

OWLs:

Transfiguration: Exceeds Expectations

Charms: Outstanding

Potions: Outstanding

Defence Against the Dark Arts: Outstanding

History of Magic: Acceptable

Astronomy: Dreadful

Herbology: Outstanding

Care of Magical Creatures: Exceeds Expectations

Divination: Acceptable

NEWTs:

Transfiguration: Exceeds Expectations

Charms: Outstanding

Potions: Outstanding

Defence Against the Dark Arts: Outstanding

Herbology: Exceeds Expectations

Career:

1971-1979: Student at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry

1979-1981: Healer-in-Training, Member of the Order of the Phoenix

1981-1995: Healer

1995-1998: Healer, Member of the Order of the Phoenix

1998-Retirement: Healer

~ Family ~

Mother: Jeanette “Jeanie” Carr

Jeanie Carr, an American aspiring journalist, spent the summer after her college graduation in London, hoping to expand her horizons. While there, she explored museums, concerts and met Thomas Jenkins. The pair fell hopelessly in love. Jeanie learned of Thomas’s magical heritage after their wedding, only 6 months after meeting. Needless to say, Jeanie stayed in London for much longer than just a summer. Twelve years, actually. Until, she received an offer of Editor-at-Large for Vogue. Thomas refused to follow her, adamant that their three children attend his alma aater. The pair separated, and divorced officially a year later. The custody agreement dictated that the three Jenkins children would spend at school in England and spend summer holidays with their mother. Jeanie visits for Christmas every year.

Father: Thomas Jenkins

The owner of an apothecary in Diagon Alley, Thomas Jenkins met Jeanie Carr four years after his graduation from Hogwarts. For him, it was love at first sight. However, it wouldn’t last. Adamant that their four children attend Hogwarts, Thomas refused to make the move across the pond to America with Jeanie. This culminated in their divorce. Thomas has the children Christmas and Easter break.

Eldest Brother: Thomas Jr. “Tommy” Jenkins

The eldest of the Jenkins children, Tommy was the first to attend Hogwarts. He was sorted into Hufflepuff. There, he met Ruth Cole, a Ravenclaw. Initially a harsh rivalry, By the time their 6th year rolled around, the pair were hopelessly smitten for each other and married the summer after their graduation. They have two children, Lorelai and Carter. Tommy took over his father apothecary in Diagon Alley.

Older Brother: Edward “Ed” Jenkins

Ed Jenkins, the first Gryffindor in the family, marked the beginning of a trend for the Jenkins children. Often the leader of their little gang, Ed became an Auror after his time at Hogwarts. He was killed in 1980 while fighting against a group of Death Eaters.

Older Sister: Wilhelmina “Billie” Jenkins

Hardly a year apart, Billie and Rose were always close. Really, the two were inseparable, Rose regards the year before she was allowed to go to Hogwarts as the worst of her life. During their time at Hogwarts, the Jenkins sisters were the social butterflies of Gryffindor house, with Billie’s bright-eyed, blunt charm, and Rosie’s upbeat and friendly personality, they were well-liked by most and befriended by many.

~ Personality & Traits ~

Personality: Despite her sweet-as-sugar demeanour, Rosie has a temper to match the Jenkins reputation and the knife-sharp tongue to wield it. However, she doesn’t anger easily. Rosie is usually very friendly and kind, always open to new people and experiences. She’s usually the one to smooth over arguments between her sister and other students. Rosie is naturally extroverted and dislikes being alone. She is very persistent and stubborn, to an infuriating degree. Rosie is very charismatic and lovable, with a particular talent for charming adults and older people.

Likes: The Beatles, sherbet, lemon flavour, roller-skating, embroidery, Quidditch announcements, dancing, jewelry, Fizzing Whizzbees, Star Wars, David Bowie, Joni Mitchell, card games

Dislikes: Actually playing Quidditch, milk chocolate, driving, tight spaces, worms, honestly all bugs, coffee,

Hobbies: embroidery, roller skating, dancing, playing piano, playing cards

Favourite Place: Astronomy Tower

~ Relationships ~

Love Interest(s):

Mary MacDonald

Mary MacDonald was the kind of girl who was easy to fall in love with. With her easy charm, brash and outgoing personality and beauty, it’s no wonder she was Rosalie’s first love. Short and sweet, they decided to be just friends after only a few months.

Regulus Black

Rosalie met Regulus on the astronomy tower. She’d known him, of course. But she’d never really talked to him before. The Astronomy tower was her refuge, she’d go up to calm down and maybe have a smoke or just look at the stars. So imagine her shock and horror at finding Regulus Black in her normally undisturbed space. Somehow, the two ended up having a surprisingly civil and insightful conversation. They continued to meet at the Astronomy Tower, by coincidence or not, Rosalie could not be sure. Little by little, Rosalie began to consider Regulus a friend. They even tiptoed towards something more, when Regulus pulled away. All attempts to contact him were met with roadblocks, and Rosalie was left confused and heartbroken. Perhaps in a last ditch effort, or some final goodbye, Rosalie did something rather foolish. She told Regulus the address of her cottage in Ansty. Honestly, she never really expected anything from it but on December 21, 1979, Regulus Black appeared in her living room, half drowned and soaking wet, accompanied by a house elf. Rosalie fixed him up, and with a little back and forth with Auror Moody and other members of the Order, it was decided he would stay with her. It was….tumultuous to say the least. They fought, and talked and fought more and began to fall back in love. And the rest is history, I suppose.

Best Friend: Billie Jenkins/Maeve Leigh

Friends:

Joanne Archer

Sirius Black

Marlene Mckinnon

Mary MacDonald

Rivals:

Marcy Linshaw

Enemies:

Barty Crouch Jr.

Alecto Carrow

~ Misc. & Notes ~

In her first year, she made a habit of sharking the upperclassmen at cards and winning cigarettes, money, sweets and even the occasional favour. Once they wised up, no one would play with her.

Rosalie used to read her brother’s old textbooks when they got them to get ahead in school.

She became quidditch commentator in her 4th year.

She’s always been a bit of a crybaby, and cries at nearly everything.

Following her graduation, Rosalie accepted a spot as a Healer-in-Training at St. Mungo’s.

Her favourite holiday is Halloween. Every year, she and Billie do matching costumes and throw a massive party in the Gryffindor common room.

She has shit handwriting. It’s scribbly and hardly anyone can decipher it.

During her 6th and 7th years, Rosie interned with Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary. She helped with minor afflictions and injuries.

She has a small scar on her left leg from tripping and falling onto a rusty nail. She had to get 6 stitches and a tetanus shot.

{i will never not make an oc who loves joni mitchell}

[booksndpoetry]

Wristwatches and Hand Kisses

A Lee Minho Fanfic

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A/N: Comments are welcome :)

Characters: University Student Lee Minho X Female Reader, along with a certain wristwatch.

WC: 1.6k words

Genre: Fluff

Triggers/Warnings: Too much fluff

Swinging your hands together, you joyfully skipped along the busy street with your best friend and roommate, Lee Minho after a long and tiring week of university as well as long hours in your part-time job. Not that it was very eventful, but because it was normal. It was normal for the both of you to hold hands like it was no big deal to you. It was very normal to long to spend time with your best friend and roommate, because you were in love with him who, very conveniently, didn't believe in love.

Smiling so hard your cheeks hurt you kept walking and unbeknownst to you; Minho secretly stole glances at your giddy smile. He couldn’t help it, the yearning expression on his face. Yearning for what? He didn’t know, at-least not yet. Despite the occasional stares from people at your boisterous figures, you prodded along to find what you both had come for:

To find a gift for cupid. No, not the real guy, but the matchmaker/ best friend who had coincidentally introduced the both of you to each other. The legendary Han Jisung.  It was only proper that he be paid his respects, in the form of his birthday gift. And so, the both of you went searching to find something that would catch his eye. 

About fifteen minutes later, you arrived at a small knick-knacks shop after finding “the gift”. Whilst paying, the shopkeeper asked you both if you’d like to check out the watches and without waiting for an answer, dramatically flourished around to reveal a secret rotating watch display.

 “Watches?”, you whisper-yelled.

Minho smiled, caressing your hand. He knew watches were your favourite accessories. Besides, looking down at your intertwined hands, he realized your hands looked a bit empty after losing your beloved former watch to damage. And by damage, he referred to the time you had carelessly broken into a dance while eating that one time, because your fries were so good. The dancing in question being so aggressive, that the loosely tied watch was sent flying out the café-window and that was the last that was ever seen of it. In your defence, the meal was too good to be eaten sitting still, but that was up for debate.

How you survived sometimes, and were still alive, the both of you hadn’t a clue.

Amidst all thoughts he was having about your watch, you were internally freaking out, all your thoughts about watches long gone. He was caressing your hand. Your hand. You were on fire, each caress of his thumb sending sparks up your arm. “I am a rock”, you thought to yourself. “I am a rock who feels nothing.” It didn’t work, unsurprisingly.

Meanwhile the shopkeeper was standing awkwardly in front of you both, unsure of what to do after trying to call your attention twice. Minho was the first to snap out of it, and pinched your arm.

“Ow, what was that for, you jerk?” you yelped, rubbing your arm. And here your heart was fluttering over him.

Rolling his eyes, he nudged you gently, “Pick a watch.”.

“I don’t-“ you started, but he shut you up as per usual. “I’m not asking dummy. Pick one”.

He had an annoying talent of being nice while managing to be mean. Huffing in annoyance, you let your eyes skim over the display. 

The watches were of all kinds, surprisingly of a large variety for a small shop. You certainly didn’t mind. Your fingers gently brushed on the watches. Some were made of ceramic, others of painted metal. Some have metal clasps and others magnetic straps. You insisted that you were just looking, but Minho gave you a look that said, “You literally earn money Woman. I will buy it for you if you let me to. Gladly.” But you pointedly ignored that look and explored.

After begrudgingly agreeing that you’d get one, you selected one. A navy watch with a slim, wide face and magnetic straps. But you didn’t trust the magnetic straps and changed your choice, thrice (“I panicked!”, you replied after he shot you his deadpan expression) before finally settling on one. It was a silver hue, its face embedded with crystals. The interface of it was black too. “Perfect”, you thought. ”It’ll go well with any colour.” But the process of getting the watch was a tad bit more lengthened. Since your wrists were so thin, you had to get two of the chain’s clasps off for it to fit you.

Minho laughed maniacally while you struggled to secure the watch and not having it slide across to your forearm. Giving him a pointed look, you flailed helplessly until the shopkeeper kindly helped you out. After the shopkeeper finally adjusted it and put it on you, you beamed. Now all was left was to pay. But your beloved Minho would not let you. Claiming that you never gave him a chance to pay you back for all the meals you treated him to, he brought out his puppy eyes, the look you could never resist and you sighed, giving in.

 After paying for your watch, the shopkeeper clasped the watch onto your wrist. Minho was glad he got to buy it for you. It was a watch you’d selected and he’d paid for. On all the days you’d spent together, you were insistent on paying for the both of you or, in the least, splitting the bill. So it was with surprise that you let him pay for you, that he paid for your watch. Meanwhile, you were internally berating yourself. “Seriously, that’s all it took for me to break?” you lamented. How he still did not know you were in love with him, you didn’t know. But you hoped to keep it that way. 

 Minho took it upon himself to initiate holding hands on the way back home. You were taken aback because he was never one to initiate affection first, even shied away from it sometimes. Slowly, like a butterfly perching on a newly-bloomed flower, a heartwarming realization settled in your chest. He was growing comfortable to be affectionate, he knew you wouldn’t judge him. Suddenly your heart was glowing as bright as a glass jar full of fireflies. Scared that if you broke the silence, the moment would cease to exist, you quietly revelled in it.

Minho was quite happy in the silence too. He realized how nice it was to be around you, even in silence. He remembered that song lyric, “There’s something more precious than words in our relationship”. He simply couldn’t stop smiling. Engrossed in each of your own worlds, you finally reached your magnificent abode (“Humble abode” was getting a bit old). “Ah! There’s nothing quite like going on home with your beloved after braving the day’s events” he relaxed. "Even if said beloved is oblivious about your infatuation?”, his brain quipped. “Oh Shut Up”, he thought to himself.

Breaking the silence he asked you “Are you not looking forward to the destination comrade?” he questioned dramatically.

You sighed again, “I would’ve, if you had let me pay. But anyway, the watch is so pretty, isn’t it?”. You coyly put your watch out on display to him, delighting in it like a starry-eyed child.

He found you adorable. Raising your hand, he seemed to inspect it before lowering your knuckles. “Everything looks good on you. But since you let me pay for it, it has come to my notice that the watch is quite magnificent. It suited you after all, didn’t it?” he raised a brow as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Getting flustered, you dragged him along so he couldn’t see your shy gaze.

Sometimes, when he made off handed comments like these, you didn't know whether you wanted to be only a friend to him. But a cliche never really gets old, does it? 

After finally reaching home, your shared apartment, Minho immediately went into the kitchen to make dinner. You were extremely hungry. And so, you went to the kitchen and asked what you had to do, whilst trying to be helpful, trying. Sure, you wouldn’t burn down the kitchen, but nothing you made would be remotely edible either. Minho brought out an apron, something pink and filled with strawberries, and tied it to your waist. Your breath hitched at the proximity and the touch. The tension would've lingered if not for his next words. 

 “Welcome maiden, I now proclaim you the sous chef of this restaurant” he gave a deep bow and looked you straight in the face seemingly unaffected, unlike you.

You held your composure for an impressive sixty seconds before you burst out laughing. In moments like these, you got why you both were such close friends, despite the short time you’d known each other. You were both extremely dramatic. You couldn’t hold in your laughter for the life of you, especially if the Minho was saying all of that with a straight face. The Lee Minho whose glare could melt glaciers. Luckily, it was pushed aside in favour of making supper.

Minho was visibly sulking though, he was trying to get your attention and all you were thinking about was FOOD? 

Noticing his expression, you nudged his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”.

He didn't even hesitate, “I'm entertaining you with my elite humour and all you think about is FOOD? You ungrateful brat”.

You weren't annoyed, it was him after all. He was the literal personification of a cat. “Well, I can't help that your cooking is so damn delicious now, can I?”, you grinned.

His eyes softened. Goddammit, he couldn't even pretend to be mad at you. Just what was this feeling? Suddenly you remembered you hadn't off your watch yet. “No, keep it on” he said. “For now” he finished, when he really meant “For Me”. The sight of your wrist adorned by your watch was too pretty to pass up.

“Okay” you agreed, not thinking too much. 

The rest of the night was spent in stuffing your faces full with food and gleeful laughter, in the lovely vicinity of the moonlight.

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© booksndpoetry 2024. All rights reserved. Please do not plagiarise, translate, repost or steal my works in any way. All idols used in this piece are just inspiration for characters. They do not reflect the real people in any way.

[homobuckybarnes]

The more I think about the Cupid scene in House of Hades, the more I love and hate it.

Obviously it sucks for Nico to have been outed, but i also think it was kind of necessary. He grew up in the 30s, he has so much internalised homophobia that he literally isolated himself from everyone because he was so scared. He was scared of people finding out and leaving him for it that he left them first. He was so scared he left when he was ten years old, and he was planning to leave again after they defeated Gaia because he had so much self hatred because of it.

As much as it sucks and it shouldn’t have happened but i don’t think Nico would have been able to accept himself otherwise. If he never had someone (Jason) to tell him it was okay for him to like men, to show him that he still cares for him, if not cares for him more after finding out, i think Nico would have continued running forever. It sucks and it’s horrible and he didn’t deserve it, but he needed it. He needed a friend, he needed someone to tell him he could stop running and I think Jason was the first person to do that for him since Bianca. Obviously there’s Hazel, and Nico loves her like the sister she is to him, it he was never able to confide in her like that. He needed to confide in someone that way to know it was okay for him to love who he loves. To show he’s not wrong because he loves men. And he built up so many defences, and ran away for so long, that he needed to be forced to confess to someone.

[fchriyekocak]

𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁   :    fahriye ﹠    civan guneri @ A FANCY TURKISH RESTAURANT OUTSIDE OF TOWN.

fahriye detested the concept of blind dates, a sentiment that stemmed from the profound irony of it all. despite her reservations, fae found herself standing at the elegant entrance of a high - end restaurant, preparing to meet a stranger named civan. as she took a moment to gather her thoughts, lingering frustration surged through her. she couldn’t help but silently chastise her parents — especially her mother, sevda — who had orchestrated yet another matchmaking escapade.

sevda had always relished the idea of playing the role of cupid; matchmaking was more than just a pastime for her; it was her personal hobby, a delightful distraction from the mundane, and especially now with her current diagnosis. with fahriye’s natural respect for her elders, it was nearly impossible for her to refuse any request from her mother. even after enduring a series of disastrous dates, each worse than the last, fahriye had firmly declared to her mother that she would not and could not participate in any further matchmaking schemes. despite her resolute stance, the moment sevda announced that she had discovered “ the perfect man ” for her daughter, fahriye felt her defences weakening. she was so excited for the first time in a long time.

days crawled by as sevda bombarded fae with enthusiastic descriptions of civan, embellishing his qualities with every conversation. her father, ever the diplomat, chimed in with zealous encouragement, pleading with fahriye to at least entertain the idea. eventually, the incessant phone calls and text messages wore down her resistance, and she relented — agreeing to meet this ‘ ideal match ’ if only to restore some peace and silence to her buzzing phone.

as she stepped inside the restaurant, fahriye was enveloped by the lively ambiance around her. the melodic hum of conversation filled the air, interspersed with the rhythmic clinking of silverware and the gentle creaking of chairs being pulled across polished floors. a fragrant breeze wafted through the space, bringing tantalizing aromas causing her stomach to rumble audibly in protest. she hadn’t realized how hungry she was until that moment.

taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she approached the table where civan, as throughly describe by her mother, was seated. ❛ hi. you must be civan, yes? i’m fahriye, ❜ she introduced herself, pulling out her chair and settling down elegantly. she strategically positioned her elbows off the table, adhering to the politeness instilled in her from a young age. however, in a moment of vulnerability, she clasped her fists in front of her, resting her chin on top as she sized him up. ❛ excuse my bluntness, but i’m going to make this as easy as possible for both of us. if my mother is correct in saying that we’re ‘ so much alike, ’ as he so enthusiastically praised, i’m guessing you don’t want to be here any more than i do. ❜

she leaned slightly forward, emphasizing her intention. ❛ i suggest we keep the conversation light, simple, surface-level topics. let’s get through a couple of drinks, share one or two appetizers, and then we can part ways and act as if this never happened. ❜ with that she hopes there is an understanding that this meeting would be more about politeness than genuine connection.

[princess-of-the-corner]

ML Plot Points: Heroes' Day

I mentioned in the “Lila” and “Ladybug replacement” post that Alya blames herself for what happened on Heroes’ Day. Here’s what happened:

Volpina made the illusion of Ladybug killing Chat Noir and Scarlet Moth made his move. Ladybug goes to Fu to ask for help, but he cannot go with her because he is using the Ox miraculous to prevent any of the akumas from wrecking his home, and therefore, finding/damaging the other miraculi. Fu just tells her to get the temp heroes she used before and do her best.

I first got the idea for this when thinking about what they should have done. More specifically, what is the most logical strategy that Ladybug could have tried with the five miraculous holders available? In canon they just ran dick first into the fray and hoped it would work. Twice. And somehow it did the second time. 

The plan isn’t super complicated, but it doesn’t have to be. Ladybug and Chat Noir will run in and draw everyone’s attention. When they get most of the akumas in the same place together, they will ditch get away with their weapons so Carapace can trap them in a Shell-ter. In the meantime, Rena will use Mirage to hide herself and Queen Bee so they can get close to Scarlet Moth and see what defences he has going on. If Queen Bee gets the chance, she is to sneak attack him with Venom, take his miraculous and run.

The first part goes as well as could be expected. A couple of akumas are free, but they are quickly taken out and purified. The second part goes well at the beginning. Queen Bee and Rena Rouge arrive at the part of the tower where Scarlet Moth is at and see that he has no defences around himself. Queen Bee is suspicious, but Rena is thrilled and just keeps encouraging her to use venom on him and finish the fight already. We get some Queen-a Rouge banter when the rest of the team arrives. Now that Scarlet Moth is distracted, Queen bee jumps on him to eliminate him and… It’s an illusion.

A bunch of Akumas, including Dark Cupid, come out of hiding to attack and Scarlet Moth himself shows himself to gloat. Carapace is shot and akumatised and gets Rena shot and akumatised as well. Queen Bee successfully takes Dark Cupid down, but gets shot and akumatised. 

With more and more akumas arriving, it’s now or never. While Ladybug is getting crowded, Chat Noir, in a last ditch effort, attacks him with a Cataclysm and hits the cane.

From then on it goes on as canon, only with the added complication of the heroes having to protect the civilians in the tower so the Sentimonster doesn’t toss them off.

This way, the heroes actually have a plan, they win by the skin of their teeth and Rena gets the setup for next season. We also don’t get the people rising up scenes, which helps Marinette feel like she cannot really rely on anyone for the Ladybug replacement arc.

It also makes the Scarlet Moth showing himself bit a little less dumb. In canon, he just tries sneaking up on them with no backup. Here he shows up to gloat because he has fuck-if-I-know-how-many akumas between him and the two non akumatised heroes. He’s still letting his hubris show, but it’s a little more justified.

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Oh hell yeah be smart don’t go dick-first unless you know your nose will hit the wall first

[4urum-4rgentum]

CUPID'S CHOKEHOLD

(Part 1) The family

This is for those 5 ppl who are interested in my modern mundane band au heronstairs unwritten fanfic (unfinished fancomic)

CUPID'S CHOKEHOLD:

1. Ella, Will and Cecily get kidnapped as kids, ella dies, will and cecily gets out, will has survivor's guilt and thinks its his fault so he runs away.

2.Will parents try to look for him but give up after a few months thinking he is prolly dead by now.

3. Edmund is a dead beat, linette's soul is drained as tine goes by, cecily starts doing odd jobs and illegal shit to get money to help run the family and pay off debts

4. Cecily gets involved in a underground parkour(?) illegal scene (idfk man injust want her to climb buildings running from the cops in one scene)

5. Will runs away to london, somehow, is adopted by charlotte's (charlie) parents when charlie is 15/16. Jessamine also is adopted at the same time, her parents die and charlotte's parents were distant family friends who took her in. And all the other family members let them bc moneyyy

6. Will and jessamine and charlie have a sibling bond.

7. Charlie and Henry start dating when they are 16 and 17.

They meet at a school function where the boy's school and the girls school are participating together.

Or at a party in the bathroom, in the bathtub, they sit there sharing earphones, the party becomes irrelevant as they stare at the moon in the dark bathroom with "temporary high" by AURORA plays in their ear

8. Both are introverted nerds and quickly become friends. Henry plays drums bc i said so. Charlotte is in the debate and in the volleyball team, nishinoya ass bitch

9. They sneak out one night and encounter sofie, face torn in half, bleeding like a faucet, she runs towards them across the street with a man chasing her, as she reaches them the man behind her gets hit by a car.

10.Charlotte takes her home...

11. 3rd adopted child boom!

12.Sophie doesn't want to take any help from them so the fairchilds basically tell her to be the babysitter for will and jessamine.

13. She agrees and takes the weekly salary.

14. As a means of self defence she picks up boxing. The fairchilds encourage this, she is enrolled in the same school as the other kids and practices in the gyms. She becomes a professional kickboxer.( and an illegal one underground)

[silentauroriamthereal]

First lines post

@khorazir tagged me to share the first lines of my most recent 10 fics, so in order of least recent to most, here are my 10 most recent opening lines: 

1. It initially began as concern, though Sherlock wondered even then if the excuse weren’t a little thin. - In the Still of the Night

2. They’re drinking tea in front of the fire one afternoon when Mrs Hudson comes up, her step a little heavier than usual to Sherlock’s ear. - Home for Christmas

3. PS. I know you two, and if I’m gone, I know what you could become, because I know who you really are. A junkie who solves crimes to get high and the doctor who never came home from the war. Well, you listen to me: who you really are, it doesn’t matter. It’s all about the legend, the stories, the adventures…

Mary’s words go on, but somehow John stops listening. - The Bells of King’s College

4. It starts with an email on a Tuesday afternoon sometime in April. - Isosceles

5. When the text comes, John closes his eyes and sighs. - Rebuilding Rome

6.  “The National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition,” Sherlock reads aloud. - The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse

7. Interesting, that soldier fellow. He could be the making of my brother. Or make him worse than ever.

Mycroft purses his lips and moves the cursor back to the start of the surveillance video, beginning it at the precise moment where John Watson rushes forward and begins to beat his brother to a bloody pulp. - Sine Nomine

8. John has a secret. - The Secret of Hazel Grange

9. It starts with an event that takes John completely by surprise. - Nocturne

10. Sherlock squints across the narrow, wobbling table and wishes for the seventeenth time that some idiot from behind the bar would come and shore it up with a wedge of serviettes or else just make the floor level, or whatever it would take to keep the thing from swaying precariously every time he forgets and puts his right elbow down onto it again. - Cupid’s Venom

Tagging: Any of you who write!