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On our way

Chapter 1 :

We’ll keep falling on each other

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authors note: first chapterrr🤪 ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLS

And pls tell me if the chapters should be shorter and what kind of perspective I should write from (Ellie pov will come later when I’ll fit), LONG AF

Summary: modern Jackson au!

you and Ellie were best friends through your childhood. Now your just neighbours who act like enemies towards each other, but after an incidence you both decide to run away together.

Joel lives 💯

warnings: anxiety , Panik attack?, alcohol, smoking, feeling of throwing up (only mentioned once) smut in future chapters!!, chaotic and stupid arguing between reader and Ellie, school anxiety, messy af (I mostly write at night when the demons come out🐺)

(ellie is 18 and reader is 17 (soon 18))

Readers pov:

6/25

You couldn’t remember the fall out.

For a matter of fact you couldn’t remember anything that happened that night.

You just knew that the next morning Ellie and you weren’t friends anymore. You guys weren’t anything, just total strangers who knew more about each other than any other.

“Iced Coffee and 4 chocolate donuts should be your order”

Your head snaps up and an older guy holds out a bag of donuts.

“Yes, thank you”

You quickly scurry out of the waiting crowd, out the dinner and into the summer air.

2:25 p.m. If Jody would finally pick you up, the both of you might only be 10 minutes late to the game.

While you're waiting, you take a donut out of the bag and realize as you're eating that you don't have a cold ice coffee in your other hand.

"Fuck”

you really wanted that coffee, and by any normal logic you should just go back.

But the fear of embarrassment won. so you decide to just wait outside without a coffee, feeling the dizziness of the lack of sleep in your brain.

The day before was the last exam and you couldn’t sleep the whole night, because of your anxious thoughts that are so unjustified that it’s actually embarrassing.

you watched the cars drive by, as you wait for Judy to pull over.

Today was the last school day. Ever. This morning was the last morning you would ever be in a high school class room to study.

After waiting for a while you hear the horn of Judy`s car or rather her parents car, since both of you are broke and only one of you has their license.

"i forgot my coffee" you complain as you collapse into the passager seat.

"yeah but you didn`t forgot the donuts and thats the really important thing here" Jody happily takes the box full of donuts, out of your hand

"footbal games always stress me out" you rummage through your bag, looking for gumm or just something that will help your body through this hard time.

"i hope my exams were good" you tell her anxious.

"It was our last fucking day, dont worry about something that is over soon. Those last days don`t really matter no one cares"

"I do"

Judy scoffs, puting the donute to her mouth again, all while looking at the street.

"I know, thats your problem. Really, you need to fix that. Your grades are amazing and whatever college you wanna go to, will say yes."

Now you scoff.

"right then why haven’t they replied yet then?"

"because you were too anxious too send your application, you almost threw up in my room"

Your face contorts at the memory. Judy's poor cat hissed at you the whole time because you couldn't sit still at all.

"yeah sorry he gets like that, but not all cats are this easy to annoy i swear"

Your giggle fills the car and you share the last donute, as judy tries to find a parking spot which is obviossly not that easy anymore.

"goddamit those wild people are so greedy" her hands grab the steerig wheel harder, but theres simply no other free spot anymore.

You grow even more annoyed now.

The thoughts in your head take more space than you usually allow them.

The whole morning was shit, the whole day is shit and your life is fucked if you don’t get into university.

"i think we need to use the other one" judy says

"then we`ll have to run through the whole fucking school, were already late, Malik is playing!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she looks at you, thinking, and finally sighs.

"get out I’ll park the car" You immediantly regret snapping at her.

"you dont have to-"

she interrupts you (no suprise)

"bro get out of my car. It’s my fault we`re too late anyway and we both know im only here for the fries"

For a few seconds you hesitate, but then you grab your bag and the donut, and get out the car. Outside, a warm brise tickles your skin, now that the sun is shining right on your face. You pinch you eyes.

Judy dissapers around the corner and you wave, hoping she saw it, but the worry leaves with her because you start running towards the football field.

The whole row was full, every seat. You try to push your way through the crowd on the front, which didn't make it any easier because everyone was pushing forward against the bar to see better.

And it was so loud, every type of noises from every angle. This is your last game of course everyone will be loud, Jesus you’ll be loud, but the game hasn’t even started.

Arriving in the almost last row, Lyla waves to you and you sprint towards her.

"I don't know how you manage to save us seats, thank you so much," You almost scream, because the large group sitting behind her started singing the fucking national anthem.

lyla quickly hugs you and sits right back down. "I don't know how either, but here you go. Where's Judy?"

Her gaze wanders behind you to look out for her, as if judy is hiding behind you "Looking for another parking spot and getting us some fries"

You feel the light box in your hand and remember the one donut inside it.

“Here we’ve left you a donut”

“How generous” lyla replies smirking

Your attention turns to the football field. No one’s there.

“Everyone is still in the cabins, you're not as late as you think" she adds while slurping her milshake.

Malik is Lylas brother and a good friend of yours. Even Judy likes him, and that's saying something.

After the "incident" you tried so hard to find another group of friends, that one day it actually happened.

Which wasnt easy, before ellie you didnt relly need other friends. You also didnt want other ones. You always thought she felt the same way.

Her company, her words, her feelings and thoughts were all you wanted.

"Holy shit im not late!"

Judy's loud voice pulls you out of your thoughts. She quickly sits down next to you and hands you the large french fries package. You grin at her and pass them on to lyla. The loud noises became quieter and quieter, which made you hear the microphone voice.

"Dear seniors and juniors, After weeks full of learning and exams, one last football game with our beloved team and a guest team of their choice should be enough for you. I don't understand why you wanted to have this when every one of you’ve seen so many other games, but as you want. That’s the last one really though, please."

Judy giggles at the voice of the principal, but with empathy rather than mockery.

"Poor Ms. Servopoulos, juniors and seniors are not easy. The Other Class's prank surpassed everything"

lylas eyes widened at the memory. "Which of the 20 One?" She asks, leaning a bit over my lap to hear judy better.

"The one where they all had their tables outside at the_" Judy's bright voice gets stuck in the air, and she looks past me with squinted eyes in dismay.

You know why and didn't want to turn around.

But you do it anyway.

She wore her typical short baggy shorts and a red oversize t shirt with a fucking beanie , which makes her look like the love child of Adam Sandler and Jesse Pinkman.

You’d be happy to laugh at her if she didn't look so fucking good. But you chuckle a bit in your head at the Beanie, because it’s fucking june.

She looks down at you , just standing there.

Ellie has always been a bit taller than you. You might be sitting right know, but you still know That hasn't changed yet. You don't have to get up to be sure. You would notice if she grew even 1 cm. You don't know if she would still recognize that about you.

The familiar, soft and light brown freckles on her face. As a tween you always wanted to connect them, to find out how it would turn out. Or how she would look. Or react. You wanted to make her laugh so bad it hurt.

"Seth told me to bring this too you"

The Ice Caffee, with your name on it, is suddenly right in front of your face.

"Why should I accept it? It's already warm anyway" The irritated pitch in your voice cannot be ignored

Elie's gaze remains neutral, but there was some caution in her expression. "He forced me when I was paying, just take it and throw it away."

"Why didn't you throw it away?"

"Because im at a point where I listen to that old man for my benefits. Seth hates me already. He didn't even tell me about the senior special last week" she protests

You roll your eyes in annoyance.

"i dont give a shit about you or the now hot coffee"

Your argument became more intense, Judy and lyla exchanged glances but stayed out of it. You want to sort out your shit yourself and they know that.

"just fucking throw it away ellie!"

"No, I'm sitting at the top and have to go down all the fucking stairs and-"

"I don't care Ellie"

The people around slowly became aware of the both of you screaming, and you wonder for a second how strange you both must look right now. How you line up like little kids. But ellie also hurt the child version of you. God she has hurt so fucking many versions of you.

"just be happy that I’m even bringing this too you, i didnt really had to do that"

Her hand holds the plastic cup so hard in front of your face that it looks like it's about to explode.

The fact that she thinks she has a right to be angry with you bothers you even more, as you try to hold back your tears. You try to imagine her as adam sandler, screaming at you in this fucked up voice from grown ups, to make the tears go away.

"right i didn’t ask you to do anything, you decided to be so stupid and come over here"

she chuckles sligtly at your words, really pissed now. "you bitch-"

The last words never came out of her mouth. But the coffee out the cup. On your shirt.

Frightened, you take a loud breath in and stand up. Ellie has already put a safe distance between the both of you and her own mouth is open with surprise and startle.

Behind her stands a paralyzed Joshua, with his hand on his mouth.

"I swear, he ran into me...," she babbles desperately to herslef, waving her hands in the air, the empty cup on the floor now. Looks like the rest of the liquor soaked your shoes.

Yo didn’t let her finish. You mumble to lyla and judy not to follow you and that you would call them later. You grabbed your bag and Then left.

And you cried the whole ride home with your mom next to you. And not because of the coffee.

The smoke comes out of your mouth, you take the ciggarette to you lips again, and breathe in deeply.

If you smoke in your room, you always have to lean almost completely out of the window, now with the shadows of the trees falling in your face.

The light, split by the limbs, danced to the movements of the branches. There was a small and almost sweet breeze in the air.

The sun is still shining, but the golden hour is almost here.

You get goose bums on your arm as a cold breeze comes, and you put out the cigarette on your ashtray.

As you lie down on your bed and just stare at the wall for a while, the dark smell of cigarettes is still in the air. your parents don't care as long as it doesn't get into the rest of the house.

You grab a book from your bedside table and start reading.

"And when you at last find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter- they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped darek inside yous so long"

You close the book with a jerk.

Yes, maybe no sylvia plath for today.

The buzzing of your phone makes your head move to the side.

Judy: Malik won

Judy: Tonights a party at the beach, everyones going

Your eyes stare back into the void of your ceiling.

Ellie has had so much influence over you and your feelings for so long, that has to stop at some point. And with all the anger in you, you think that today it will.

You get up and stand in front of your closet, you rummage around to find something and you do. A t shirt that belonged to ellie.

Your fingers brush over the dark green material. It was a fucking normal t shirt. Except that it wasn't.

"Today it will stops"

You put the t-shirt in your backpack and look for an outfit that was well suited for the beach. In the end, you wear short jeans shorts, where your grandma had sewn in flower patterns years ago, With a light blue shirt it goes nicely with the flowers.

you: can you pick me up?

Judy: I would love too :)

You quickly brush your teeth to get rid of the smell of smoke. Outside, you can already hear Judy's honking. You sprint down the stairs with your backpack and look for your beach shoes.

"Where are you going" Your mother is standing behind you with her arms crossed. In her old cardigan, she looked like she did a few years ago and you almost get a déjà vu.

"A party, Judys picking me up"

"how long are you gonna be there?"

"Mom im going to be 18 in what now 4 days you dont have to ask me that anymore"

she scoffs

"yes i do and guess what? i also want you to text me So i know youll be fine"

Nervously, you look out to see if Judy's car is still there, maybe she thinks you've changed your mind.

"Ok, Mom, I'll probably go to Judy's and be gone till midnight."

Suspiciously, she looks at you from head to toe, but (luckily) gives in.

"okay but please call me if something happens. Be smarter than your brother"

Your body flinches at the mention of him. "Has… he called lately?" you murmur

She looked at the floor and you thought for a moment she was going to cry. "No, but maybe if you call him, he'll answer"

You nod, but you know you won't do it.

He doesn't care about you either.

~

"I'm proud that you're coming along" Judy and you are walking, with beer in your arms, towards the beach where a few people have already gathered.

"I mean, that was a great show, a few people definitely noticed it"

You sigh at the unpleasant memory. "Then that's the way it is, I think a few other things are going to happen tonight, that are far more interesting than a girl with coffee on her T-shirt"

"I hope so" A mischievous smile on her face.

You look around to find lyla and malik, But because of all the people, it doesn’t really work. You were sure that there weren't that many seniors and juniors, but that a few friends of others came along. There was a big fire and even a barbecue.

After wandering around for a while, you find the two siblings. They had already made themselves comfortable on the big blanket and had taken some alcohol with them, but the bottles will probably spread over the whole beach anyway.

"Finally I see you, everything ok with you?" Malik mentions as he stands up, giving you a vigorouslyhug. "Really fucked up what happened"

You digress with a wave of your hand and sit down

"im fine, but you won, tell me abou it!" You try to make your voice as shrill as possible to make it clear that you don't want to talk about it.

“oh yeah we won, I made a touchdown, obviouly"

"almost didn’t catch it tho" throws lyla into the round and you giggle.

"Shut up, we only won our last game Ever, Because of me!”

Pride, but also the quiet pain of the loss of his team, can be noticed on his face andin his voice. The reality that you try so hard to run away from hits you again. high school is over, real life begins now.

“whatever, im getting something to drink and then im gonna tell sam to put on some music” Lyla ties you back into the moment. "I'm going with you , I need a drink of Voda-Coke"

~

Later that night Mr. Brightside was what got you on your feet and into the crowd.

Mesmerizingly, the fire flares higher and leaves just light trail of smoke behind. Malik and Judy are now singing along loudly with the others.

All these people who so clumsily sing the song about a heartbroken man, as if they would die if they don't do it, carry the same fate with them. They will all wake up tomorrow with a headache and worries about the next day. as it is one day closer to real life.

Some have broken families or parents, complicated friends, grief and draining fear of the future.

Knowing that it was like that but everyone was still singing along motivates you to do it too.

"Here more vodka has to work not taste good" Judy pours more vodak into your cup, but misses more than ends up in it.

Now you just laugh, because why did you thought so long about everything, this night was a good decision.

"I need to dance like I physically need to dance"

She grabs Malik's arm as he pours more beer next to her.

“let’s danceee!"

Lyla stands next to you, grinning and sober, and you both watch her.

"he likes her"

Lyla explains

"I know" you reply.

“That’s fucked up”

She looks a bit worried, as she watches the two of them dance and sing, with her arms crossed

"is that bad? or are you the "dont date my fucking brother" type of girl, please dont be by the way its always a bit-"

Your brain is mush, your tongue works on its own and Lyla obviously didn't like that

"no of course not, i don't care about him or who he dates"

The light from the fire reflected on her skin, she looked like a painting drawn at sunset and you wished you had your camera with you. It would be a shot of a very sad girl, with a lot of repressed feelings that she will never explain to a human soul.

But she didn't have to, because you understand.

You once looked at someone like that, from a distance where these looks were not visible to the person, where they were safe.

Comforting her was your first thought, dumb decision because a drunk person comforting a sober one never works out.

"I'm sure judy likes you back"

Alarm bells could be seen in her eyes.

"shut up you don't know that"

you laugh but it sounds unstable.

“No your right I don’t”

It looked like a lot of fun, everyone singing and drinking away their worries, you just wanted to join the dancing crowd when you see her. Again.

Fast an quickly, just ignore her, act like you didn’t see her.

But your eyes lock with hers and your stomach sinks.

In that moment you wish you could just admit that Ellie will always be a part of your mind. Wherever you are, with whomever, she will always appear In your mind and she will haunt you.

The worst thing is that it was also your fault, you allowed this relationship to be far too deep and perplexed even though you knew that it was becoming too emotional.

Ellie's presence on the other side of the fire, fills you with all those deeply buried feelings, as if she dug them up with her own hands. As if you told her where you buried them.

“I really don't understand you two"

with a snap you arrive back on planet earth.

"what?"

"the both of you. starring at each other, like you're about to run through fire to be just a bit closer. Makes me want to puke" lyla repeats.

Disbelief and vulnerability spreads through your chest and all those lights are too bright, the music is too loud and Ellie is too close.

"It's ok to forgive, we don't even know what happened so be honest, how bad was it?"

brushing all those feelings off, or at least trying to, you turn around and disappear into the darkness.

In a kind of trance you push your way through the many people, a few call after you, and you are sure that you have run into someone. You just didn't notice anything about it.

You stop in front of the many cars. You used to drive with your father to the local supermarket or other short distances, but you're not willing to steal a car.

Your head turns to the right then left, looking for something, anything that will take you away from here.

Cars, skateboards and bicycles.

Without thinking about it, you grab an unchained bike and get on it. The adrenaline in your veins works on its own and has far too much influence on your body.

It took some time to get stable on it, because the tears in your eyes made it difficult to see. Nobody seems to have noticed that you ran away and that you are riding a bike that doesn't belong to you.

The road was pitch black dark.

The warm summer wind wipes your tears away, the bright street lights of the city can be seen in the distance.

You step on the pedals and realize that you have arrived on the local road.

Out of breath, you press your fingers on the brake lever.

Desperately trying to get your lungs to return to normal, mind concentrate on the outline of your shadow that was visible on the floor, because of the street lanterns.

You get off the bike in silence, put it down next to you on the sidewalk and sit down.

The pumping of your veins feels like electricity.

You could still hear a few cars in the background.

You brush away strands of hair from your forehead.

“Fuck” you hear yourself whisper.

The tears were just about to come back when you hear a car turning.

She still drives Joel's old truck.

The vehicle stops in front of your feet and you notice that some of the light green paint has rusted off.

That wasn't the case the last time you saw that thing.

Ellie slams the car door loudly behind her, so she looks back to see if everything is still fine.

The feeling of shame just bubbles out of you and drips onto the floor, as she steps in front of you with even louder steps.

your head lifts up just a bit, to look at her. Her nose is a bit crooked and she's breathing just as fast as you were a few seconds ago, it looks a bit like she was running after you.

“What the fuck are you doing”

Ellie Williams will always come from the far corner of the world and remind you that you will never let go of her.

The effects of the alcohol still had an influence on your brain, so you stay calm.

“calming down"

For a few seconds it's eerily quiet, for a moment you thought Ellie had left again, but the squeaking of her sneakers prove the opposite. Her body settles down next to you.

"You look really stupid, sitting here like that."

You scoff mockingly.

"yes, that's exactly why you're sitting next to me bitch"

"don't fucki-"

"Don’t act so innocent, remember what you said today before you spilled my coffee on my shirt”

Her head turns to you, sweet regret and longing in her moss green eyes. She scans the bike next to you.

"i think i stole that" the embaressment goes up your cheeks.

"yeah totally badass, but we have to bring that back later" she chuckles softly.

The bright beam of light from the lantern above you gives her face an bright tint , like the beach sun always did in the evening.

"sorry... about the coffee, joshua ran into me and-"

"Yes, I know you've said that before"

She drops her head. No idea why she's sitting here, but you don't mind. you just wanted to capture her and keep her close to you, like a butterfly.

"your brother called me" Ellie mentions it so casually that it shocks you to the bone.

He can even call her but not you. After she just sat down, you were as close as ever.

"what did he say"

"He wants us to come visit him."

Her pupils were large, but you assumed it was because she just drove a dark route and not because she was high. She's way too lucid to be high.

"why? and why the both of us?"

Ellie shrugs her shoulders cluelessly

"He said that we would like Florida, that he was getting a new apartment next week and that we should visit him. You didn't tell him anything about me?"

"I haven't told him anything Ellie, we haven't been able to get in touch with him for months"

You can clearly see from her expression that it makes as little sense to her as it does to you, which worries you even more. something is wrong.

You can feel how your hands shaking, you tried to tell yourself that your just cold.

"Alex said that he tried to call you and your parents, but the line never got through, fuck he even reached Joel"

You continue to shake and Ellie gently grabs your shoulder like she has often before, when you were lost in your head, when you were so afraid of roller coasters that you almost vomited or when you cried because Alex moved out 3 years ago.

Ellie's own security was always an anchor for you, when things got too confusing she strengthened you and even though you didn't talk to each other for almost a year, she still decided to tell you that your brother was fine.

That he wants you with him.

Sometimes, on the particularly melancholic nights when loneliness and nostalgia take over, you read Sylvia's poems and it just clicks. That all because this girl with her hair that is way too short and her pants that are way too big and her full lips, her unhealthy obsession with the universe and planets, exists on the same time as you.

“There’s gonna be a explanation or a reason whatever but just calm down for now okay?”

her voice is suppressed but still safe. yes the Ellie Anchor effect, fuck that shit

“Okay yes your right what the fuck”

“Yeah I can be right sometimes”

“ I Doubt that”

Her lips pucker upwards and yours follow suit. you are still too close to each other, it all feels too new and yet too nostalgic.

The old patterns gave your heart a little sting, you quickly shook off her hand on your shoulder. You clear your throat, thanking the universe or whoever there is that it's night.

Otherwise Ellie wouldn't have been able to miss your red cheeks. In your mind you beat yourself up because you still feel this way after everything she did.

"Show me your phone"

Your hand goes protectively to your back trouser pocket. "um no?!"

Ellie Scoffs thinking your joking, but when she sees that you’re serious, she laughs.

"just give it? the fuck do you think im gonna do"

"I don't know"

With a little nudge to your foot, she gives you that look again that shows trust and you give in.

"fine"

It's a little painful for you, this morning you had a mental crisis because of her, now you letting her scroll through your contacts.

"yeah, sorry to disappoint you, but this is not your bros number"

But that must be his.

Your parents gave it to you.

Oh.

"show me" you said firmly, having a really fucked up scenario in your head, about why this is the wrong number.

Ellie takes out her phone and shows you your brother's contact. chats, phone calls, everything is there. the one from this week too.

"this doesn't make any sense, I just- I don't get it"

"Your parents gave you the number?"

You nod, "My mom said, a few Months ago he had to change his number, in the beginning we texted a bit but never really called"

your eyes switch from her phone to yours to check the numbers again and again .

"After a few days, he didn't get in touch at all, with no one. We thought he was just done with his old life." you pronounce the words and your stomach turns.

Ellie's eyes stare thoughtfully at the asgap in front of you. You're helplessly trying to build up eye contact to figure out what you're thinking.

"I think they lied to you… He said something like this could happen" She says it so fucking sure.

You couldn't take in any more and you get up with your eyes are watering "What the fuck are you talking about Ellie" Your voice broke with the trust in your parents, even Ellie looks at you sympathetically.

"Alex said on the phone that he has been trying to reach someone from home for a long time, but it doesn't work. He was so desperate that he even called me and joel. Do you think your parents or your mom-"

you raise your hand to tell her not to finish the sentence. "Why… would they do that?"

She gets up and comes closer to you. "He mentioned that your mother said he shouldn’t call her anymore or you anymore, that even you don't him in your life anymore"

It feels like your whole past is falling apart, all the beautiful moments with your family, you even want the bad memories back.

"Hey"

Ellie's soft fingertips gently touch the back of your hand. Roughness was still there, she hasn`t stopped playing guitar.

"lets run away"

a/n: omg, the chapters are gonna be shorter next time and we’re also on the road PLS STICK W IT

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anyways if you’ve come this far ur a real survivor thanks 🫶

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@elysiankitty said: I've always wanted someone to write what might've happened if it had been Asi who found Alaz that first night, with no Ruya or Yaman. I thought about doing it myself, but I'm not much of a writer.

thank you for this idea!!

feel free to send me head canons/requests/anything aslaz related

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It was one of these nights where Asi simply needed to be out in the open.

It was strange considering she had spent a considerable time in her life dreaming of a roof over their heads to keep them secure, a warm bed and a door for a privacy. She had it now and she was content with her squeky bed and a room that smelled a little of mold and humidity yet some nights she just wished to breathe out in the open.

Maybe you could never get rid of the street kid you had inside of yourself, she had to wait and see.

Yaman was working that night and Cesur was having an early night in. Asi was feeling restless. She went out in her pijamas which were her old joggers and a band t-shirt Yaman had bought years ago, with her leather jacket on top. She was feeling chilly but the cold was a welcalmed addition to calm her mind in this restless night.

Her thoughts (that were all over the place to begin with) were interrupted with a loud engine sound and a distant club music blasting from the speakers.

She rolled her eyes at the audacity, at this hour of the night and at this neighbourhood it had guts to drive around like that.

She turned around to see the car and was blinded by the headlight and well, the car was moving towards her too fast and she barely threw herself of road.

The car stopped with tires screaming with the force of it, the music was still blasting as she heard someone getting out of the car.

She groaned a little as she rolled on to her back, her arm was hurting a little.

"Hey, sorry I didn-"

"Are you fucking crazy?" She yelled as she sat up, she was fuming. "You entiled rich bastard, almost fucking killed me!"

She got up and tried to get rid of the dust on herself.

"Well, you were the one on the road," the guy muttered which made Asi even angrier. She looked up with a frown on her face.

"DOES THAT MEAN YOU CAN KILL ME, YOU FUCKING IDIOT?"

She moved forward and the guy took a step back with his hands above the air in surrender. His hair was ruffled and he was swaying a little bit, barely standing still. "Wow, easy there girl. You are the one with a possible murder charge here, with that murderous look in your eyes."

The guy laughed, he looked young and hadsome when he did. With that Asi punched him across the face.

"FUCK!" The guy yelled as he stepped back and fall down on his back like a rag doll. Asi could smell the booze off of him now, could see his white shirt clining on to his chest with sweat. She stared at him as he laid down with an arm drapped over his eyes, and his face squmished with pain.

Of course the rich asshole was drunk or high or both, and she had knocked him down.

Asi started to feel a little anxious, she did not want an actual murder charge on her hands on a random Friday. She moved closer and nudged him with her shoe, she could see his chest raising and falling which was a relief but there was no response. "Hey, asshole. Wake up," she said.

Oh god, was he brain dead or something?

She crouched next to him, his lip was bleeding from her punch and in her opinion it was well deserved. Such a pity that the bastard had a pretty face and she had to mess it up a litile.

"Come on, wake up," she said again. The music was blasting and the car screaming a techno song still and Asi felt like throwing up. "Hey! Are you ok-"

As she grabbed him by his shoulders and shook a little, he grabbed her by the wrist and smiled. "I think you deserved this scare," he opened his eyes with a mischievous glint in them. Asi yanked her hand and sat down as she stumbled back.

"You are such an asshole. Goodbye," she spat out as she got up.

The guy chuckled, and then subsequently started coughing in pain. "Don't go! My head hurts, you broke me, you fix me," he demanded but it felt childlike instead of commanding to Asi. He tried to sit up on the pavement and groanad in pain a little. He touched the back of his head and there was a little blood on her finger tips.

Great, fucking great.

"The weather is so nice. Should we go dancing?" He barely got up on his feet swaying from side to side and Asi had to hold him by the shoulder to prevent him from falling again.

"You are about to die you idiot, you might have concussion! Stay still," she said.

"But its so hot! I wanna swim."

Asi groaned as the guy ckumsily tried to unbutton his shirt, while she struglled to keep him still. He managed to get one open, she could see a silver chain dangling on his neck, some chest hair and smooth looking skin.

"You're gonna freeze, stop it!" She hissed ande grabbed him by his wrist. His hands were beautiful, fingers long and lean, decorated by several stylish rings.

The guy finally stopped moving and stared at her as if it was the first time. He was breathing heavy with his lips slightly parted, they were standing close now. His pupils were dialeted and eyes were unfocused but Asi could feel he was coming down off of what ever was running in his blood stream.

"You are so fucking pretty," he stated, there were no hint of any game, just observation.

Just when Asi was about to push him away the guy grimaced dropping his head on her shoulder. Their hands were trapped between thier chests and Asi heard a low groan. "I think I'm gonna puke."

Asi pushed him just in time and let him hold her arms as he moved forward and threw up on the ground.

"Its Alaz by the way," he said after coughing for almost a minute.

It was gonna be a long night.

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bayramınız kutlu olsun 💕 eid mubarak to ones who are celebrating. i wish everyone a good time with your loved ones

[thecclover-fanfictions]

What A Night

A bit nervous Charles looked down at his watch. At last minute he had finished his speech, somehow he had lost his sight for it, but yesterday was his 65th birthday and Camilla and his staff had given him a little surprise party.

But this evening, generally the whole day, was very important to him. For the first time ever he had to represent the Queen at the Commonwealth Heads of Government Meeting, an event that was always close to the heart of his mother. In the morning he and Camilla had welcomed all the heads of state and their wives here in Sri Lanka. Under huge press coverage he had opened the meeting, it went all very well and he had to confess that he was a bit proud of himself. But especially proud he was of Camilla. Her part was to greet and entertain the ladies and she acted as if she never did anything else. Full of confidence and obviously full of joy she leaded on the party, so he could absolutely concentrate to his duty, knowing his wife was the perfect representative of the Royal Family.

But now they really had to leave their hotel for the gala event. One last time Charles checked himself in the mirror, his suit and his bow tie fitted perfectly well. He turned around to knock on the door of the room, where Camilla got dressed. In this moment the door opened, Camilla came out and Charles´s breath caught. He had a déjà vu to this day that was one of the happiest day in his life back then. It was his wedding day to Camilla, he had waited for her to going to church, and suddenly the most beautiful bride he could ever imagine stood in front of him. He watched her in exactly the same pose and with exactly the same facial expression as he did now, now, as his most beautiful princess came out of the room.

He even couldn´t figure out, what had made her so beautiful. She wore his grandma´s tiara, the matching earring he had given her and the bracelet, that was one of his wedding gifts to her. But she did so often before…And her dress was actually simple, but somehow it was absolutely perfect. The colour was perfect, the lace at the upper part and the little trail was perfect…He still stared at her, trying to find out, why he couldn´t take his eyes off of her. Now Camilla touched his chin and laughed heartily: “You can shut your mouth again, it´s just me!” The way she throw her head back while laughing, her smile and her glittering eyes put him over the edge completely now. So he simply decided to hold the view he always did: she was born to be a princess, his princess indeed.

But now they really had to hurry up, with an adoring smile Charles took her by her hand and followed by their entourage they left.  It was only a short ride to the gala reception, after five minutes they reached the location. It happened like Charles did expect it. By watching Camilla everyone turned towards her, the flash-lights of the photographers almost blinded them, most of the guests were simply amazed by her view. Camilla always felt a bit awkward by so much attention, but Charles wished everyone in this world would love her as much as he does. Being able to present her like a queen made him so very proud, it was clearly to read in his face how much he loved the attention she got.

She clearly enjoyed the event, so naturally and confident she greeted the guests again, but left no doubt, that Charles was the main person here. Charles almost burst with pride to have her at his side tonight, he asked every guest: “Had you already met my wife today?”. Of course they had, every single one of them had, Camilla couldn´t help but quietly chuckling. From time to time she gave him her mischievous grin, Charles didn´t mind, he couldn´t get enough of being photographed with her.

It was time for the formal dinner now, somehow Charles was sad that he couldn´t share the same table with Camilla. But she was placed not so far away from him, at least he could see her face clearly, what was very important to him. On this high level event they simply had to interact to one another, they didn´t need words, they just had to read their faces.

They light was dimmed and Charles started his short speech. From the corner of his eyes he constantly spotted Camilla, it seems she was the only person who intensively followed his speech. But this wasn´t new to him, since their very early days she loved to reread his speeches and was clearly interested in. He felt again, how very much he loved her and how lucky he was to be her husband. He felt he must thank her immediately for everything, at least mention her, like he did a few days before in India. In front of hundreds of guests he called her his “Mehabooba” and he still was chuckling about her blushing face then. But he decided against doing it, on this event it would be inappropriate, later he would tell her again and again.

His speech ended, he wasn´t interested in the applause of the audience, he only was relieved about the gaze of his wife, where he could read “Well done.” He winced towards her, she answered with her most adorable smile. The candlelight reflected in her tiara and her earrings, once again he forgot the world around him by watching her. But most of all her eyes gleamed in the way which let him still get weak knees. But he had to break away from viewing her, he had to do his duty now and the same was with Camilla. Professional they went through the evening now and entertained the party. Under huge applause they finally left after a few hours.

Back in the hotel his first act was to hugging her tightly, he didn´t care that a few members of their staff were still around. But Camilla was a bit awkward and shortly pecked him on his cheek before losing from him. Her Lady-in-Waiting and her chambermaid were waiting for her to help her undress and to safe her tiara and jewels. She followed them into the next room, slowly Charles let glide her hand out of his, wincing to her again. Wincing back to him she shut the door, sensing that she had wait a bit longer as expected for her sleep tonight.  

The ladies helped her remove her jewels and the dress and left then. In her underwear she went out of the room, looking for Charles. He stood in front of a mirror, just only dressed in his skirt and desperately tried to remove his bow-tie. Camilla embraced him from the back and snuggled against him. “I´m very proud, darling. You did perfectly well tonight.” She mumbled into his skirt, kissing his back softly. He stopped with his bow tie, grabbed her hands on his stomach and answered from the bottom of his heart: “You are the one, who did perfectly well tonight.” He turned around, grabbed her shoulders, his thumb gently caressed her bare skin. “May be I´m boring you, but I have to tell you again, that I´m so very proud of you. Very, very proud…And you looked so beautiful to me.” With an adoring gaze he bent down to kiss her, happily smiling she kissed him back. “Oh darling, please stop. I´m not beautiful at all…” Charles frowning laid his index finger on her lips, but she continued: “And once again, I´m so proud of you, too.” Her hands grabbed his bow tie and finally removed it while Charles couldn´t stop adoring her.

He still had grabbed her shoulders and whispered: “And now it´s my turn.” His hands slowly glided down her back and opened her bra. Once again he bent down to kiss her, much deeper now, his hands glided back again to strip down the straps and the bra fell down on the floor. By feeling his fingertips gently stroking over her breasts Camilla heavily shivered, kissing him back passionately. Charles grabbed her more tightly now, his massaging hands let her slip out cute little moans.

But her brain still worked a bit: “We really have to take a shower, it was pretty hot today.” she mumbled into his mouth. Charles was rather moaning an answer than speaking proper words but, he gently pushed her into the bathroom. Much faster as Charles realized it Camilla had removed her panties and his skirt and had pushed him into the shower cabin. Charles turned on the warm water but they couldn´t stop kissing. Deeper and deeper they kissed, their bodies more and more clinched to each other under the relaxing water jet. Their hands wandered all over their bodies, kneading their bottom cheeks and her breasts. Charles couldn´t deny his starting erection and pressed her against the wall. Unfortunately she touched the control with her back and suddenly they parted, loudly squeaking. Confused they stared at each other, before realizing that Camilla accidentally had turned on the cold water.

Bursting out into loud laughter they pelted with their towels. Now Camilla said: “Darling, it´s late. We have to hurry up.” Charles grinned and came closer again: “Hurry up with what?” Camilla mischievously looked back to him: “You know…” With the words: “I know! Hurry up to bring you to bed!” Charles grabbed her with both arms under her bottom, lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom under playfully moans. Loudly Camilla giggled and tried to press out: “I´m way too heavy…think of your back!”

Under fits of laughter they flopped onto their bed, immediately Charles scrambled between her legs and started to kiss her again. Camilla twisted her legs around him, her hands wandered caressing over his body. The feeling of her tracing nails gave him a goose flesh, his tongue plunged even deeper into her throat, kissing her more passionately than before. He felt her hands slowly wandering towards his point of pleasure, in pleasant anticipation he pressed his lower body more against her hand. As Camilla reached her goal and started to please him there he couldn´t help but stop kissing, closed his eyes and started to moan. Gently she turned him around and her mouth continued what her hands just had done.

Immediately Charles was away with it, of course he loved what his wife just did to him. His left hand reached out to find hold on the top of the bed, his right hand tried to caress her back and her hair. Camilla exactly knew how to spoil him and to stop before sending him over the edge. Slowly she kissed up her way to his chest and her nails traced alongside the outline of his body. Charles chest heavy sunk up and down under his loud moans, his hand laid still on her back. As she gently sucked and nibbled his hard nipples, his nails dug into her flesh. Actually he was more than ready for her, but a little rest of his brain still worked and so he gently removed her from his chest and tried to say something. But out of his mouth only came slurred sounds.

Camilla giggled, her hands caressed his hair and his cheeks. He had to giggle, too, particularly about the fact that she was still able to arouse him heavily within moments. He gently kissed her lips again and again, that gave him the chance to calm down a bit. Adoring he looked now up and down her body, he still found her beautiful and exciting. He didn´t mind about crinkles and that her breasts weren´t in the same place as they were ten years before. At last it was the same with him, his body did change a lot, too, and Camilla still loved every inch of him.

He caressed her in every way she liked now. He kissed and sucked every part of her breasts, which let her always forget everything around. Actually she never wanted to stop him, but he also enjoyed to spoiling her with his tongue and sucking at her most sensitive spots. As her heavy breathing turned out into heavy moans, he started to kiss down her body to the cute little triangle between her legs. Camilla started to tremble as he placed a kiss there. He kissed her again and again, slowly slipping deeper between her legs. He felt her fingers pulling his hair and her muscles tensing in her thighs.

On one hand she wasn´t sure how to survive this now, on the other hand she didn´t wish for anything more than to feel his tongue circling around her clit and her wet lips. Charles knew this perfectly well, and so he shortly stopped, chuckling waited for her to beg for more. He didn´t have to wait for very long, after two seconds she grinded her lower body against his mouth, mumbling something he couldn´t understand. Covetous he gave her everything she wanted now, while feeling his heavy erection starting to ache.

If he would continue in this way, Camilla would reach her climax within a minute. So he stopped and quickly got up to her again. She wasn´t really in this world no longer but she twined her legs around him again and under relieved moans they became one. He was still able to embrace her, like in trance she grabbed his neck and they kissed again. But they couldn´t wait no longer. Faster and faster their moves went on, Charles steadied on the mattress now with both arms, Camilla pressed heavier against him, her nails deep dug into his back. In her stomach she felt building up a huge pressure, it wouldn´t take long to reach her climax. With one hand she pressed down Charles head towards her, he didn´t recognize any longer, within seconds he would explode, too.

By reaching her highest point she let out one last moan, than she bit into his shoulder without really realizing it and enjoyed the feeling of the warmth and happiness that spread over her body. She heard Charles going over the edge as well, uneven moans came out of his mouth, or better said uneven yells. His body heavily trembled and his hands dug deep into the bed sheets. He pressed her deeper into the mattress before falling down on her.

Gasping and giggling they embraced, their hands still caressed their sweating bodies and finally they were able to kiss again. With still blushed faces they smiled at each other, Charles hold her tightly in his arms and whispered: “The most appropriate way to say you good night, especially after today…” Camilla grinned and rubbed nose with him: “The best way to say good night to you, as well. Especially after today, darling.”

They still laid there for a while cuddling up to one another, whispering from time to time, before falling into a well-deserved sleep.

[little1too1dramatic]

1st Week; 5 pieces that every Lolita wardrobe should have, regardless of style

Hii ʕ ᵔᴥᵔ ʔ, 

As research for this challenge, I went through my oldest blog and found out that this is actually the third time I´m attempting this. And that I actually forgot what my first lolita piece was, but that´s a story for another time. I didn´t want to go for the obvious - petticoat, white blouse, etc. What do you consider universal essentials? 1. Earmuffs Can you tell that I´m freezing right now? :D Earmuffs are not always practical. They get in a way, you can´t hear through them, and at least I hate using them at the same time as my headphones. Unfortunately, they are so damn cute. And accesible. And I feel like they balance every outfit out so nicely. You have nothing to put on your head? You don´t feel like doing an elaborate hairdo? Well, if it´s cold outside, here are earmuffs! 2. Fan If you have the oposite problem, a fan might help you. Simple black, pink, or one with patterns can be easy to get. You can go for more elaborate one, almost like from Versailles. Some european courts even had a fan language – you can learn some phrases with you friends and use it at meetups, just make sure no one else understands before you sign anything scandalous! :D

3. Brooches You wanted to be casual, but not so casual? Or you don´t feel OTT enough, yet your arms, neck and head don´t have any spare space? Well, cute brooche is your best friend. You can go for elegant pearls, little leaf (I do think about Fellowship of the Ring a lot) or something outragiously extravagant, it´s up to you! And since not everyone wears them, it can gather some attention from fellow lolitas and maybe even become a great conversation starter.

4. Go-to headpiece I feel like I covered this with earmuffs, but I think this is way more helpful whole year around. Do you have any piece, as simple as can be, that you always just throw on? It doesn´t have to go with every single one of your pieces, but it would be helpful. For me, it used to be Margaretha Head Bow, now I prefer simple black headbows. It can be a small bonnet, head-eating bow, or anything that makes your coords feel more complete.

5. Huge collection of socks and tighs I used to hate getting those under Christmastree, now I specifically request this every year. It´s just so helpful! Not just simple black OTKs in many pairs, but colourful (remember the red thighs trend?), with patterns, lace even… not to mention few matching ones if you are into prints. I think that everyone, even outside the lolita spectrum should have a collection of sock and tighs!

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Right now, Paris is getting a little bit warmer. Which is nice, but I´m still looking for new black blazer. It´s such a staple of 80s goth. I already have at least three coats, so it will be a nice change. 

Even chilly weather can´t stop us from having a picnic. I went this Monday, maybe chatched a flu, but it was worth it! We went to Jardin de Luxembourg and then to Gibert, this nice 5 floor bookshop. They had amazing renditions of classics as Metamorphosis from Kafka and even a Dracula, but I bought French conversation instead.  Then we had another picnic near Seina, complete with a jazz band playing behind us. I don´t know if I have ever felt so peaceful.

I hope you are doing good! What is your favourite thing about autumn?

[yandere-daze]

Waa congrats on 3k daze! i've been here since 1400 (or maybe even before that. I can't quite recall) and it's really heartwarming to see my favourite writer grow so much ♡ For the event, can i please ask for the tower, the hierophant & temperance from the tarot prompts for mika? :)

Whoa, it seems like you´ve been around for quite a long time then! A lot of time has passed since the 1.4k followers event so it´s kind of impressive to hear that someone has been reading my stuff for that long, thank you for sticking around!☺️ And your favorite writer? Omg you´re flattering me and it´s working😳

And of course I´m always happy to write for Mika <3 I guess you can consider this a late birthday gift? Since I haven´t actually written any of the other stuff I´ve been meaning to write about him yet silnfls

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, delusion, violence, allusion to murder, possessiveness, stalking, taking pictures of the reader (mentioned), worshipping the reader, implied kidnapping as a throw-away line

The Tower - If this yandere saw their darling in danger, how would they respond/react? 

Okay so if you somehow got put into a dangerous situation, there´s no way Mika is going to be unaware of it because he´s always by your side, whether that´s him just tagging along no matter where you go and being generally clingy, or him stalking you from a safe distance away to “make sure you´re safe”.

And well, either way, he´s very glad that he made that decision to stay close to you ( and totally not for his own interests) because his beloved darling actually is in danger now, right in front of him!

Of course, Mika´s first reaction is one of shock and panic but that quickly turns into a blind rage after he has fully assessed the situation.

You´re right in front of him, calling out for help while someone else is endangering you.

And Mika just can´t have that. No one is allowed to touch his darling and he sees it as his duty to save and protect you.

So how does he deal with this tense and difficult situation? Violence.

Charges in screaming, probably yelling death threats and demanding for you be let go while he jumps at the attacker´s throat, fully intent on just killing them if you weren´t there to ground him a bit.

He doesn´t want you to see him as a violent person because that wouldn´t make for a good romantic partner so Mika hesitantly refrains from actually killing this person right in front of you and instead just beats them into a bloody pulp until he´s sure that they´re never ever going to try and put you in danger again.

Immediately afterward makes sure that you´re safe and checks up on any wounds you may have suffered while offering you words of comfort ( and candy from one of his pockets). Don´t worry, he´s going to take great care of you while you recover from that horrifying situation, he´s going to serve you in any way he can!

Of course only after searching out your attacker once more on his own and actually finishing the job now. They didn´t think they could get away with putting his darling in danger, did they?

The Hierophant - Could this yandere´s darling fool them easily? Or be manipulated by them? 

Oh, it´s almost too easy in fact! Mika is an obsessed and worshipping yandere that puts his darling onto the highest of pedestals, you´re basically a deity to him.

He´s absolutely hellbent on pleasing you in any way he can, so it´s very easy to get him to do things for you. Mika will bend over backward just to hear your praise.

On that note, yes, praising him will get you pretty far and it will keep him satisfied for quite some time before he starts demanding more attention and affection from you.

He sees himself absolutely beneath you and so anything you say goes. In his eyes, it´s all to show you what a good boyfriend he could be for you by doing things for you all the time.

There´s also the fact that Mika is a very delusional yandere so as long as what you say or do fits with his ideal fantasy of you being a loving couple destined to be with each other for all eternity, he´ll believe it.

He´ll believe almost anything you say with a smile on his face because you could never be wrong.

He also just sometimes.... outright ignores things that would go against the delusions he had built himself about your relationship. All the times you accidentally let a hateful comment toward him slip? Oh, he simply didn´t hear you correctly!

The only thing that might be your downfall is Mika´s rampant jealousy though. If he has even a hint of suspicion that you might like someone else more ( even if it´s completely unfounded), he´s going to be quite a bit warier when you try to manipulate him.

The same counts for when you´ve done it too many times or have, in his eyes, “betrayed his trust”. Like trying to escape from him by making him take off your shackles.

Temperance - What made this person yandere for their darling? 

Most of all, I feel the cause of Mika turning into a yandere is a combination of his childhood and his linked self-esteem issues.

As we know, Mika was given up by his birth parents into an orphanage and he had wondered for many years if they simply found him hideous. Always wondering about why they didn´t want him.

Mika is also very touch-starved and has said that he just craves love, it doesn´t matter how much it hurts him, how painful it is.

So when he meets you, someone that is so kind to him and willing to give him the attention and love he never really got? Well, he´s smitten and quickly starts to idolize you.

Mika is experiencing a feeling he has never felt for anyone else before and he soon grows obsessed with it, wanting to keep feeling all warm and fuzzy when you look his way or give him a compliment. Wanting to finally feel alive.

And while their relationship has grown and gotten a lot healthier in recent times, Shu´s past treatment of Mika also probably had an impact on him turning out this way.

He tries to accept that he´s no longer a doll, he´s a human with his own thoughts and feelings.

And yet. And yet he still wants to be controlled by you, he wants to have a purpose by serving you and making sure that you´ll always be happy ( with him at your side of course!)

Watching you every single day and taking photos of you when you aren´t looking just makes him even more enamored with you.

Mika is convinced you´re the most wonderful and divine person that has ever walked this earth, your beauty and benevolence second to none.

And he almost thinks he doesn´t deserve you.

But maybe just this once, he wants to be selfish too

[freewilllife]

Maybe I'm missing something but it seems kinda fucked that James Potter is viewed as some huge bully.

We do see one of Snape´s memories where James hung Snape upside down in front of the other students...This was a clear humiliation. This memory is accurate, as I do think his two former friends didn´t deny that the scene had happened.

So yes, James Potter was a bully.

And that is the great difference between James and Harry. The scene makes a great impression on young Harry Potter as he believed his father to be "always good and kind". He was horrified that Snape had been right.

Harry turns invisible and throws snowballs at Draco who has no way of defending himself. He laughs when Draco gets turned into a ferret and embarrassed in front of the school.

Yup he disliked Draco, but he did not go out of his way to embarass him himself in front of the whole school.

Harry and Draco couldn´t stand each other, but I would say that Draco had not that much opportunity to bully Harry and Harry has never bullied Draco.

Ron straight up considers leaving Draco in a room of fire, and everyone loves Ron.

Harry is against it though and that is cold-heartness on Ron´s part, but no bullying a person. At least I did not applaud Ron for his wish.

Harry almost kills Draco himself with the septumsempra curse.

Yeah and Harry is horrified by the effect of septumsempra. Nearly killing Draco is the reason, he started to distrust the "book of the Half-blood Prince" which was Snape´s book as a student.

Just like James and Snape.

James Potter would try to humiliate Snape in front of other people, well-knowing of the weaker position of Snape, and he even did it when the other just minded his own business. That would it make it bullying for me, especially as he did it in a group, while Snape was alone.

Not to mention that James hated Snape for almost one to one reasons that Harry hated Draco.

Harry hated Draco, because he targeted weaker people like Nevil, Ron ect...considering himself being better than others simply because he was a pureblooded rich Wizard. Draco indeed bullied people, while James literally bullied Snape.

James reasons could be the following reasons:

I guess that Severus Snape used to be a close friend of Lily, who James Potter wished to have as a girlfriend was one of them. He was jealous and did not want Snape near her.

Granted James knew that Severus was part of a dangerous group of people.

Least, but not last...it was likely because Severus Snape used to be a poor boy (who wore his mother´s clothes ) from an abusive household and the rich and well-kept James Power obviously lacked empathy, since he could likely not imagine that some of his peculiar traits stemmed from that environment.

Snape tells the story of James in the same way I'm sure Draco would tell the story of Harry. Dumbledore even literally compares Harry and Draco to James and Snape. That is literally a canon comparison in the very first book.

Both Draco and Snape eventually became death eaters and showed signs that they agreed with death eater ideals long before they actually joined. Both of them called someone that James/Harry cared for 'mudblood'. Like.

The comparison between Draco/Harry and James/Severus is unfortunately not as good. Even Dumbledore had his blind spots and mistakes. I guess Dumbledores did not want to see how cruelly Snape was bullied. It was easier to dismiss this case.

Draco resembles more James Potter as both are rich pureblooded wizards with a certain lack of empathy for people who are not like them.

One thing about Harry is distinctly different to his father...He knows abuse as good as Snape did, which is one reason, why he can feel sympathy for this man and other people who are mistreated. He was abused by his family as well. For him such treatment as Snape had suffered under the hands of his father was not right, as he knew how Snape felt.

Snape becomes a Death Eater for a different reason than Draco Malfoy...as he wished to become powerful. For Draco it is more an inheritance of position. Both despair upon their choice...Draco wished to rescue his family, and Snape grieved the woman he loved and whom he had called once mudblood. He lost Lily´s friendship at that point.

Maybe I'm missing something but it seems kinda fucked that James Potter is viewed as some huge bully. Snape tells the story of James in the same way I'm sure Draco would tell the story of Harry. Dumbledore even literally compares Harry and Draco to James and Snape. That is literally a canon comparison in the very first book.

Harry turns invisible and throws snowballs at Draco who has no way of defending himself. He laughs when Draco gets turned into a ferret and embarrassed in front of the school. Ron straight up considers leaving Draco in a room of fire, and everyone loves Ron. Harry almost kills Draco himself with the septumsempra curse. Nobody accuses Harry of being some huge bully. He routinely fights Draco, and Draco fights him back. They each give as good as they get.

Just like James and Snape.

Not to mention that James hated Snape for almost one to one reasons that Harry hated Draco.

Both Draco and Snape eventually became death eaters and showed signs that they agreed with death eater ideals long before they actually joined. Both of them called someone that James/Harry cared for 'mudblood'. Like.

Unless you're willing to say Harry is a bully then there's no reason to say James is.

[the-travelling-witch]

Hello!!! I love your new event and wanted to put ina. Request please heh

Could I request a poison to love potion (angst to comfort) with unicorn hair, flower crown, and will-O-wisp? Could I please request it for Ran Haitani Love your writing, thank u so much 🥺🥰

Hi, thank you for being so sweet; you saying you enjoy my writing? Absolutely made my day ♡

The choice of ingredients here was very fun for me to work with and gave me major Ran brainrot, so I hope you´re proud of yourself; I have to admit though, it did not turn out as poisonous as I planned, hopefully, you can enjoy your potion nonetheless ✧.*

As always a little bit of feedback is appreciated <3

Tempted to order your own potion? Check out my Special Valentine´s Day Offer ♡

Let me show you

ingredients: unicorn hair, flower crown and will-o-wisp combined in a poison and its antidote

pairing: pre-timeskip!ran x gn!reader

warnings: insecurities (mostly about appearance), alcohol consumption, swearing like twice, assault and mentions of violence

The reflection staring back at you looked just as miserable on the outside as you felt on the inside. You´d spent the last two hours trying to get ready, putting on outfit after outfit, just to rip them off with a groan not a second later. Not even your “get ready with me” playlist could get you in the mood as you pulled on the hem of the top that looked so gorgeous in the changing room before letting out a deep sigh.

Normally, you´d just call it quits and stay in but you knew your best friend, Ran Haitani, would throw an insufferable tantrum if you stood him up again. In fact, you almost couldn´t go a second of the last week without him chewing your ear off about you not showing up to their most recent party.

Honestly, you and Ran were an odd pair and you knew people were talking about the notorious criminal ruling Roppongi and little Miss goody-two-shoes. It actually started when Ran was assigned a tutor because of his many absent days and you just happened to be top of the class, which in your opinion was really just a fluke but it wasn´t like your teacher cared about that. Besides, he probably thought you´d be a positive influence for Ran.

Turns out, his determination to be a menace in more than one way was ridiculously stronger than your will to resist him, a fact that was apparent from the first time you met. You´d searched him out to work out a convenient time for both of you and against all your expectations, he actually entertained you and agreed to meet you in the library the following Saturday.

Giving you another once-over, Ran leaned down with his head right next to your ear and let out a low chuckle “Can´t wait for our date, doll.” When he straightened back up, he sent you one last wink and was off, all the while never dropping the self-assured grin, that was both insanely attractive and infuriatingly annoying.

You thought it suited him rather well, half of the time wanting to kiss him stupid and the other half wanting to punch him square in the face. Alas, neither ever happened and while you were getting closer over time, your relationship stagnated at him flirting jokingly and you blushing furiously anyway, which in turn just made him coo at “how cute” you were being, occasionally pinching your reddened cheeks. It was harmless fun but you sure resented the way he made your heart flutter so effortlessly and it certainly didn´t help that he was easy on the eyes too. Yet, you decided early on not to act on your feelings because he was Ran Haitani and playing in a completely different league, so you buried your feelings deep down and just continued to tutor him, not making any effort to move your relationship in a different direction.

The universe, however, seemed to have different plans and pushed its agenda on you as you were walking home after a late-night grocery run one night. You were too busy trying not to drop any of the bags you were holding to notice the figure walking on the other side of the street and it was too late when the man had his hand wrapped around the strands of your hair.

“I´d hate to hurt you, so you´re going to be good and give me all your money and that watch you´re wearing, right?” His voice sounded like someone was grinding a block of concrete on a cheese grater and he pulled on your locks harder when you didn´t move, completely frozen in shock.

As you were descending into a state of panic, your mind spiralling directly to the worst-case scenarios of how this could end, mentally scolding yourself for going out this late, a younger, smoother voice rang out.

“I wouldn´t do that if I was you. Unless you have a death wish, of course.” From the way you were facing, you couldn´t see him but you would´ve recognised Ran´s voice everywhere and you’d never been happier to hear it.

“What do you want, brat? Can´t you see ´m busy here?” Wincing as he gave your roots an even harsher tug, one of your bags tumbled onto the ground.

“Fine, have it your way then. But just for the record, I tried being nice, don´t forget that.” The normally playful tone of his voice was replaced by something darker, colder. Then, the strain on your scalp stopped, leaving the affected area throbbing. Still stuck in place by fear alone, you didn´t turn around when you heard multiple nasty cracks followed by a muffled scream and finally a dull thud. When Ran moved into your line of view, your knees buckled under the wave of relief washing over you.

“Woah, easy there”, he said, steadying you with two hands placed on your shoulders. When he thought you´d be able to stand on your own, he tilted your head up by placing his index finger under your chin. “You okay? He didn´t hurt you, did he?”

“No, I´m fine, just a bit spooked.” You didn´t trust your voice to hold steady, so it came out as a mere whisper. “Thanks, Ran.”

“No need to thank me, doll. After all, I can´t have anyone hurting my precious tutor, now, can I?”, he chuckled. “Alright, let´s get these home. Next time, you wanna go shopping, just call me. I´m sure I don´t have to lecture you on all the dangerous people lurking around at night.”

“Very funny, Haitani.”

Ever since then, you started hanging out outside of your little “study dates” as Ran liked to call your tutoring sessions. Against all odds, you´d become rather inseparable and your new best friend was all about you coming out of your comfort zone. That was how you found yourself in front of a door that was already vibrating from the bass of the loud music, not really knowing whether to knock or to ring or whatever you were supposed to do. As if someone read your mind, the door was swung open full force and you were greeted by the girl you guessed was the host.

“Oh hey, uhh, (y/n), right? Your Ran´s friend, yeah? Come in.” She waved you in after glancing over you once with a raised brow. “Drinks and snacks are in the kitchen. No idea where Ran´s though.”

You thanked her and began your search through the house already reeking of sweat and cheap booze. Luckily, you didn´t have to look for him very long, as always, he attracted a crowd like a lamp would moths. Your chest tightened at the way girls were eyeing him up, laughing obnoxiously at whatever he was saying and taking every chance to run their hands up his arm. Even the boys around him were vying for his attentions, others standing off to the side, staring him down in either jealousy or interest.

The worst part was, you couldn´t even fault them for it either. There was no denying that Ran was ridiculously good-lucking and charming without seeming to try. On top of that, he had the same allure and temptation that made people swoon over the bad boy in a book or movie.

Your breath caught in your throat though when you saw Ran had followed your advice and put his hair up in a high ponytail, looking unfairly more gorgeous than usual. At least you were helping other people look better even if I didn´t extend onto yourself. That thought could only console you for so long though and before you knew it your hands were unconsciously messing with your own hair.

Not wanting to measure up with any of them, you made a quiet retreat into the kitchen, where you met Rindou, who you inevitably bonded with too. You wouldn´t call yourselves best buds but he was cool with you and didn´t seem to mind when you came over to see Ran, which was a whole lot more progress than most people made with the younger Haitani.

You made a bit of small-talk as you filled your very cliché red solo cups and you were about to follow Rindou out the kitchen when two arms draped over your shoulders from behind, full weight being leant onto you.

“First you stand me up more times than I want to count and now you´re cheating on me with my brother, doll”, Ran accused, dropping his head on yours.

“Excuse me, I did no such thing. Besides, you looked busy, didn´t want to intrude.” Your voice carried more of a sting than you liked. You knew Ran was just your friend and it wasn´t your place to get jealous in the first place but you couldn´t help it when you saw all these perfect people throwing themselves at him. The thought alone made bile rise up, acid settling on your vocal cords, hating the way they looked like they actually belonged next to him.

“Hey now, you´re not intruding when you´re the one I wanna talk to. When whatever-her-name-is told me you were here, I was actually relieved to ditch the others, okay?” Then he spun you around and, just like when he first met you, he looked you up and down before wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Don´t you look stunning? Trying to impress someone perhaps?”

Shrinking away, your arms immediately tried to shield you from his intense lilac gaze as heat shot up your neck. “No, I´m not. I´m only here so you wouldn´t be all sulky again. Last time was insufferable.”

“Oh, so you only came and dressed up for me? Now you´re flattering me too much, (y/n). Don´t understand me wrong though, I don´t mind one bit.” His voice dropped lower at the last sentence and you´d be lying if you said it didn´t get your heart racing.

Your little one-on-one was cut short though when some dude called Ran over to play truth or dare and by default, he grabbed your hand to pull you along and down next to him. The game was rather uneventful for you, the bottle only landing on you once and even then, your question was uninspired and nobody was really listening to your answer anyway, just wanting to move on to someone interesting. Deep in your gut, the sinking feeling you experienced before coming over, returned and you couldn´t decide what was worse; having everyone scrutinise you or being completely ignored.

For a while, you watched as everyone was having fun, egging each other on to do more and more outrageous dares and spilling spicier truths than the round before. You, however, were merely an expandable decoration and, instead of making you more confident, the alcohol just brought back your earlier state of mind. At one point, the girl sitting between Ran and her boyfriend was dared to kiss one of the people next to her and for a couple of tense seconds, it seemed as though she might actually choose Ran. And for you, that was the straw that broke the camel´s back.

Wordlessly, you stood up, doubting anyone would even notice your absence and made your way over to the porch. Why were you upset? You knew this was going to happen. So, what made you think you could compare with all these people and their glowing faces, toned bodies and charming personalities? You were only Ran´s plus one. Naturally, nobody was going to flat out deny one of the popular Haitani brothers; that didn´t mean you were welcomed though. Who were you kidding? Nobody wanted you there. Maybe you should just go home again. Letting out a breath you didn´t even notice holding, you leaned against the railing staring at nowhere, in particular, fresh air helping clear your head.

You downright jumped out of your skin, when you felt a jacket being draped over your shoulders. Whipping your head to the side, you came face to face with the only person who had paid you any attention the whole night. Besides Rindou, that is.

“Relax, it´s just me.”

“Ran? What are you doing here? Shouldn´t you be inside with the others?”

Poking your forehead with his index finger, he rolled his eyes. “When are you going to get it through that thick skull of yours? I invited you here because I actually want to spend time with you, dummy. Besides, I couldn´t go through with my dare inside.”

“Why not?” you inquired, rubbing the spot where his finger was just a couple seconds ago.

“I was supposed to kiss the most attractive person at the party but they just happened to have run away that very moment. And since I can´t turn down a perfectly good dare, I guess I had to go and find them,” he contemplated, placing his elbows on the railing and his head in his open palm.

“And you really think they´d be out here? I think it´s more likely they just went to the kitchen to get a new drink”, you said. If you hadn´t stared straight ahead again, you would´ve caught the incredulous look Ran shot you.

“You know,” he stated, voice flat, “for someone who´s tutoring me, you´re unbelievably dense.”

“Excuse you? What´s that supposed to mean?” Indignation carrying in your raised voice. He groaned, sliding a hand down his face.

“Do I really have to spell it out for you? Fine. It´s you, (y/n), you´re obviously the most attractive person here. And before you can accuse me of lying, yes, I mean it.” Just like that night where he saved you, he held your chin between his index finger and thumb, tilting your head up so you´d look at him. “So, are you helping me with this dare or do I have to announce my defeat?”

Licking your lips, you swallowed heavily as you caught his eyes darting down to track the movement. You squirmed in your spot, eyes blown wide and resembling more a deer in headlights than the most attractive person at this party.

“Why me though? Everyone else-“

“How often do I have to tell you? I don´t care about anyone else. Even my brother noticed and that means something. Everyone else is fucking boring but you´re so adorable, from the way you bite your lip while concentrating to how you grip my sleeve if you spot a cute dog. If I didn´t think it would´ve scared you away, I´d have done this a lot sooner, believe me.” His other hand was gliding down your side, stopping at your waist and inching you ever so slightly closer.

As much as you wanted to pull away and melt into a little puddle of embarrassment, it was physically impossible. This is what you had daydreamed about more often than you´d like to admit, immediately pushing the pictures in your mind away, ashamed that you saw your friend this way. But you couldn´t deny wishing for a scenario like this to play out, no matter how unrealistic it seemed.

“Ran, are you sure this is really what you want?” Searching his expression for something, anything, that would show him regretting this but ended up not finding a single trace of it. He responded by gently lifting your arm over his shoulder, hand immediately returning to your hip once he was sure you were comfortable with this change in position.

“Come on, (y/n), you´ve got the beauty and the brains, so you must´ve figured it out by now, too. What do you think why I even agreed to this whole tutoring shit in the first place? I´ll give you a hint: It´s not because I care about my grades or what the teachers think of me.”

There was something about the way his thumb was tracing along your bottom lip before settling over your cheekbone that pulled you in some sort of daze. Your breath came out more shallowly and your heart was pounding so loudly against your rib cage he had to hear it too. Barely being able to make out his next words over the sound of your blood pulsing, you focused solely on his warm hand moving to cup the back of your neck, thumb now mapping out the space behind your ear. The pads of your fingers hesitantly played with the hair in his nape that fell out his ponytail; second hand joining the first, exploring the smooth skin under his collar where you knew a part of his tattoo was.

“Fuck, I don´t think you know what you´re doing to me, pretty. Please let me show you.” His hypnotic eyes met yours and, as he was waiting for your approval, he leaned in so that your noses were almost touching.

When he was graced with the slight nod of your head and a breathy “yes please”, he wasted no time sealing your lips. Against what you might have thought, Ran was very gentle with the way he delicately moved against you. Well, at least until he tightened his grip on your hips, pulling you flush against him, and tangled his hand in your hair to angle your face in order to deepen the kiss, pulling a surprised moan from you.

Parting from you just enough so that you could catch your breath, his eyes were more hooded than usual, studying the expression on your face attentively.

“You have no idea how long I´ve been waiting for this.” You hummed in agreement as he pulled his jacket tighter around your shoulders again, still too out of it to come up with anything remarkably more intelligent.

“Why don´t we ditch this lame party and I show you in more detail just what´s so captivating about you; sound good, doll?”

[nighttimewrighter]

Oh, Mary

Summary: A short John Shelby x Reader one shot, in which their youngest daughter may or may not have tried their talent as a hairdresser

Warnings: None, just remember english isn´t my native language (maybe not prrof read I´ve wrote this around roughly 2-3am).

Have fun and stay safe darling😙🥰

MY SHELBY BOYS MASTERLIST

It had been a normal morning in the Shelby Household.

It had actually been quiet the beautiful morning.

But it HAD been.

Because as (Y/N) Shelby had finally finished getting all the Shelby kids out of bed and ready for breakfast she wasn´t able to find Mary. 

The youngest daughter. She had only turned four a couple of weeks ago and was only to be described as Johns apple of the eye. The little girl had a truly stunning smile and beautiful hair, framing her face that resembled her mothers so much, it could have been a copy. John always had said that she looked like an angel… but had the personality of the devil himself.  After all, she was a clever little wicked Shelby.

And exactly that had been the reason for (Y/N)s worry when she wasn´t able to find the little girl.

Asking Marys sisters first, they all didn´t know where she had gone either, neither did her brothers. So desperate, (Y/N) asked one of the nannies, who immediately freaked out as well, so they didn´t know either! Like mad women the three raided the house, already having bad thoughts and anxiety climbing up her spine, (Y/N) finally found something.

On the bathroom floor, right in front of the mirror laid her sowing scissors, almost gleaming mockingly at her. Perfectly placed at the edge of the countertop in front of which stood a little chair. All around lay, what (Y/N) could only prescribe as a battlefield like scene, a dozen of little Marys beautiful locks. Scattered around and torn to shreds. (Y/N) looked around in shock finally spotting her youngest daughter, who stood in the midst of all, smiling at herself being completely proud of her handiwork. Finally noticing her mother, the little girl turned around. “Mommy Mommy!” She beamed up at her, throwing her arms around in the air, all excited. “Look look what if done!”

John would literally have a heart attack once he´d see this! “Oh, Mary!” Not yet able to decide whether she should scold the little girl, or laugh at the situation, she had to slightly snicker and picked up most of the hair.

As she picked up most of it, she went out into the hallway again, telling the nannies that she found out what had happened. So they wouldn´t worry anymore.

Mary followed her mother curiously and (Y/N) was finally able to examine the work of her daughter in the daylight.

It looked hideous!

One side was completely shaved off, while the hair at the back of her head had almost stayed the original length and the one on the left was only half cut off.

It was truly a shame what happened to Mary's hair, but (Y/N) couldn´t stop herself from slightly grinning. She could very vividly remember the day she had done exactly the same thing to herself...and her little sister as well. Her parents had been furious but it was one of her core memories of joy. Nearly every girl goes through something like that after all.

Carrying the little girl on her hips, she walked past the two nannies, who immediately gasped in shock! They definitely had expected something bad… but this? They silently stared in shock for a couple of minutes, before they were able to look at their mistress...would she be angry with them? But when they saw her slightly smiling, they had to snicker themselves. It definitely was funny!

Especially the way Mary herself was so absolutely obvious to what she had actually done.

“What’s so funny here? Do you mind sharing the joke?”  Suddenly a voice beamed behind them and /Y/N) turned around. “John!”  She exclaimed and smiled at him. “Dada! Look look!”  Little Mary began to struggle in her mother’s arms, who finally let her down.

John, not expecting what would come, held out his arms, lifting her back up. But then it hit him. “What the fuck!?”  He immediately looked at his wife, who was silently scolding him for the swearwords.

“What happened here!?”

“I cut my hair daddy! I look beautiful now! Just like Momma says when you cut yours!”  

Mary happily ruffled her hair and smiled at her Father lovingly, who in return couldn´t stay angry at a sight like that.

“Don´t worry John...every father of a little girl has to go through this...and oh so much more!”

(Y/N) had to grin again, as she ruffled his own hair. “And besides….we will always love our little Mary. Whatever haircut she chooses next… right love?”

“Next!? Why would there be a next time! I´ll ban all these scissors out of this god damn house meself if I have to!”

Only laughing (Y/N) nodded her head, returning to setting the table so they could finally have breakfast. Sure he would. But they all knew how well keeping a Shelby from what they want works. And their kids definitely were Shelbys.

[blzzrdstryr]

Midnight chatter

Yandere Diluc x gn!knight!reader

Wordcount: 2385

CW: Yandere, drugging, kidnapping

This was a third week after his return and fifth day of the tireless fight with winery work, when Diluc received an unexpected guest. During his travels across the world, the winery business fell into disrepair and almost collapsed, so once he learnt the state of the wine industry he decided to settle in his office and try to battle the endless reports about necessary expenses and small profits all on his own.

He started to work with the first rays of sunlight well into the night, squeezing every bit of energy his body had, not only because financial issues could affect him personally, but also because of the night vigilante of Mondstadt title he took upon himself.Due to the increased workload he couldn’t find time to patrol the dark streets and alleys of the city, while experience and conscience didn’t allow him to thrust the safety of ordinary citizens into the hands of bumbling, cowardly and lazy knights.

The day soon turned into the late evening, and dawn winery workers started to go home, when someone knocked on his door. It was Adelinde.

Her steps were faster than usual, her stoic face shadowed by the note of concern. Diluc wanted to say that no, he won’t go and have a rest, but she spoke first.

“Master Diluc”, she stopped before his desk: “we have a guest, a knight”.

He lifted his head shifting the eyes from the report to the head maid and pondered - despite his long absence, a lot of people in the city had a general idea how much he dislikes the Favonius Order and so a rare knight would actually dare to bother him, unless… Unless, they were acting out an order from someone high-ranking, like Jean or Varka for example.

Apprehension that his former colleague somehow learned of his nightly escapades sent an unexpected wave of shivers and vague feeling of unease, but he didn’t let it get to him.

“Ask why this knight is here and if it’s something unofficial tell them to leave”, he ordered, at which Adelinde blinked, slowly and tiredly, as if she was looking for the strength to tell something incredibly upsetting or scary.

“The thing is, master Diluc, that I already let them in”.

“Without my permission?”, his eyes widened at that, and the heart started to pick up the pace. What if this knight was really sent here by Varka or Jean? If it was true, Adelinde, unknowingly set him up to fail.

She was looking after him from his earliest childhood, so she was allowed to do and say more than any other of his staff, yet this perceived audacity was unheard of before.

“They were badly injured and said that they needed to stop for the night and once it’s over they will travel to the city with the first sun rays. We helped them to patch up their injuries and offered a room for guests, yet they declined and remained to sit on sofa”, the maid explained absolutely unfazed, after noticing Diluc’s dissatisfaction and then added : “If you are that displeased, master Diluc, I can tell this tired and battered knight to get out from here into the dark night”.

Her voice remained even and emotionless as usual, but even like that young Ragnvindr could hear a light mocking in her words. And to think about it - he got so freaked out over some silly coincidence - the knight stopped here because of the injuries, not some insidious scheme.

“Alright”, Diluc admitted defeat: “they can stay… and offer them some food and tea”, he added just as Adelinde’s hand touched the doorknob.

“Will be done”, she replied before exiting the office. The corners of her mouth slightly moved and crept upwards.

***

Despite his earlier goal of finishing as much work as he can, Diluc couldn’t do anything. Small digits and letters started to float and dance before his eyes while the long lines fused together, when he tried to analyze the state of wine business in naught. But the worst thing was the fact that his thoughts strayed to the topic of mystery knight again and again and Diluc lost count how many times he caught himself thinking who this person is.

He sat like that for a while, until the cinnabar of dying sky got replaced by the darkness and pleasant chill of the night.

Diluc scolded himself for his uncharacteristic indecisiveness, standing up from the desk and locking the office, when this thought, loud and persisting, knocked into his head again. Wouldn’t it be nice, he wondered, to learn who this night is, and finally decided. After all the thoughts about them pestered him for a long time.

Quietly and carefully walking through the unlit corridor of the winery, he confirmed that all servants and workers had already left for sleep, some into the rooms of the main building designated for them, some into the cabins around it. All in all, he was confident that there’s no one except him, the knight, Adelinde and a couple of other maids.

His steps were quiet and slow and not even a single board in the wooden floor creaked under his weight as he knew the winery like the back of his hand. With a bated breath he made his way downstairs, making out vague shapes of the familiar objects. Moonlight pouring out through the windows illuminated only the silhouettes, but even with that he quickly noticed the unknown frame.

The person was half-sitting half-lying on the sofa, and their sword and armor were placed nearby the furniture, reflecting the pale light of the moon. They weren’t moving, seemingly asleep. Diluc couldn’t make out their face even after making a coming closer, so he decided to take the risk and summoned a small wisp of flame.

The dancing light illuminated everything in a small radius and what he saw made him jolt and take a step back. You were the mystery knight.

Why are you still a knight? Where were you? Who injured you?

Still shocked by the previous revelation, Diluc accidentally knocked over the breastplate with his foot and it fell on it’s side with a loud thump.

You woke up.

“What… Who?”, you stirred and half sat on the elbow: “Ah, it’s you” and saw him :”What are you doing here?”.

Caught red handed, Diluc didn’t find any words - it was so sudden and unusual to be caught unaware, and because of that doubly unpleasant.

“This is my winery and I am free to do whatever I want”, he decided to hide the awkwardness behind the faux annoyance.

“Easy, easy” you half smiled, half yawned: “I just managed to fall asleep”. You yawned again and blinked at him with sleepy tired eyes.

“I have sleep medicine if you want some”

You got surprised and touched by his sudden responsiveness: “Thank you, but I think painkillers would be better. My body is aching and that’s the main problem”.

Maybe because of the trembling, dancing light or maybe because of the recent sleep you imagined worry and pity twisting his facial features.

“I have it too. Wait here”, he quickly replied and vanished into the dim darkness of the winery, not giving you any time to answer, as you were left to sit and wait for him. Diluc, to your own surprise, happened to be extremely stealthy, able to move without producing a single sound.

“Here”, you first heard and then saw him,as Diluc used pyro vision to light the nearby candlestick and then opened the medicine vial he brought and handed it to you: “Drink it all”.

“Thank you”, you whispered to him, taking the painkiller before making a big gulp. The taste was horrible, so horrible in fact that you almost immediately started to violently cough. Well, if it’s as effective as foul, then I will be good as new in no time, you thought to yourself, suppressing the urge to throw up.

Diluc stood nearby and observed your reaction, his hand extended on his own when the coughing started as he awkwardly tried to pat your back in the gesture of comfort. “I will be here with you until you fall asleep”, he stated once the fit stopped and then, seeing your highly raised brows explained further: “Painkiller takes time to work. Tell me if you won’t feel better”.

You nodded in response, and closed eyes, listening to the sensations of your body. Your injuries still burned and screamed and throbbed, yet a strange numb sensation started to slowly surround you. Just like Diluc said, medicine would need time to fully settle in.

“If you're here can you talk with me?”, you decided to shorten the time in conversation: “Ijust wanted to talk with you. For a really long time”.

“About what?”, he allowed himself a shadow of the smile, Diluc that you used to know peeking through the gloomy facade, like a long awaited sun or it’s reflection on the tranquil mirror of the water surface. Next words stuck in your throat, bitter and acidic and totally unfit, and you had to force them out through your own hesitance to destroy this calm.

“What happened that day? The day before you left. I asked Jean and Kaeya and other knights who were present with you, yet no one said anything”, the water surface bubbled and the visage of that old, sunny Ragnvindr shattered into thousand pieces. The person before you adopted the same cold facade of annoyance and indifference.

“Why do you need to know it?”, he answered the question with another question and you sensed barely buried hurt and grief.

“You leaving hurt. A lot”

“That’s why you are still a knight?”, you quickly nodded at that.

A minute passed by and he still stood, without saying a single word, thinking what to do. On one hand, he didn;t want to open up, the story of his eighteenth birthday was incredibly painful and personal experience to be shared so freely, on the other hand he yearned for your understanding.

"Alright", he broke the silence:"Let's make a deal, you answer my questions and I'll tell you the whole story after. Deal?"

"Deal".

Diluc looked at you again, looked at the bruises and cuts, still peeking through the bandages and for a second his mind lit up with one thought alone: what disgusting bastard did that to you. He suppressed the rapidly rising rage, deciding to start from the most important.

"Is my leave the only reason why you decided to stay?" his heart picks up the pace again, he needs to know the answer.

"Basically yes, you knownI didn’t do it for my parents… I just.. That tragedy, I know it's not my place, but… I always wanted what happened to you. I asked this question to myself everyday and night, and I missed you terribly".

His breath hitched and he lowered his gaze. For some reason you always managed to fluster him with the words alone, even if it wasn't your intention.

"Your parents must be happy", h e changed the topic, stifling the heat in his heart.

"Yeah, they're ecstatic that I stopped being difficult and made their aspirations real. Hm, do you have any other questions?"

"What happened to you? ",he pointed at the bandages covering most of your body.

"Ah, catching treasure hoarders does that to you, usual stuff", you dismissed his concerns and Diluc started seeing red from the way your voice remained so calm and unbothered. Usual stuff? Usual stuff?!

"Grandmaster could send anyone else", he snapped:"Favonius Order has more than plenty of vision holders, they should've sent one, instead of you! You could die!".

Diluc’s sudden explosion left you speechless, but soon your own weaved words of irritation:"Ordo Favonius doesn't consist of Jean and Kaeya only. We can't let them handle all the hard and dangerous business all the time. Ordinary people like me can still help, even if the gods didn’t favour us. Don't think of me as some helpless idiot just because I have no shiny vision to show off"

Your heated response seemed to work and Diluc turned red from embarrassment, realizing how annoyed you got, despite the worry for your health and still present anger at the other knights for letting you get hurt. He also didn’t like how you looked at him, reprimanding and disappointed.

"Alright, sorry", he cleared his throat:"where were you before? I haven't seen you anywhere"

"City gates aren't the only thing that needs guarding. I was sent to the Liyue border, to make sure that no treasure gang crosses it. I think I will get sent there again, once I fully recover".

Diluc got angry at that too, yet this time he suppressed unpleasant feelings, already knowing how you will rebuke and reprimand him again. There's no convincing to be done, as you won't change your opinion. You left him no choice for what he was going to do.

"Alright, you answered all my questions", he said before changing topic again:"Did painkillers start working? I have another".

Being so engrossed in the conversation you forgot about the ache, yet once he mentioned it your body started to hurt with a renewed strength.

"Yes, I would like one", you decided and Diluc vanished in the unlit hall yet again.

"Here", he handed the small bottle to you already opened. The new substance was different, sweet and viscous. You managed to take two sips before your eyelids started to feel up with lead, and soon even lifting a hand seemed like a highly arduous task. Whatever the thing that Diluc gave you wasn't a painkiller.

"What…", you uttered, before your body relaxed and you fell asleep once again. Diluc bent over, looming over your unconscious form, as his hands carefully took the bottle away. He didn’t want it to somehow fall and injure you

This is a necessary measure, Diluc assured himself, before making a plan of actions. He would need to fake your disappearance and forge enough leads to direct investigation into the completely opposite direction, but now he needed to wake Adelinde up and ask her to prepare the room in the basement. He didn't want you to be uncomfortable in your new home.

[blueeandyellowmakesgreen]

mike is such a bad boyfriend to el it´s almost funny. like, you´re girlfriend got literal sent to jail, then oh actually no she´s in a lab now, but ofc that´s not the real problem, the problem is that she may or may have not not broken up with you through text(also known in the 80s as letters), but ACTUALLY that´s not the problem, the problem is that you´re scared that she might know why you weren´t working out as a couple anymore, but wait, that´s not a problem anymore, because your boy best friend with the big doe eyes just big doe eye´d you into not worrying that much, wich ofc means not to worry at all, so you throw your gf´s letter to the trash, flirt with her brother, and everything´s good for like a day bc el´s fine, boy best friend said so, so everything´s back to normal and you get to have heart to hearts with him until, oh, so we´re going for el? like, fr? oh, you guys are worried abt her? oh ok, I mean sure whatever it´s not like I actually have one more week to spend with will but alright, like, sure, my gf is in a lab and my last words to her were that I was going to help her, and yk, shit´s crazy, but I didn´t think we were actually going after her :/ but yeah sure let´s go

hes so insane and we love that for him <333 gws king

[goodneighborxfallout]

What are the companions reaction to sole using lingerie to impress them?

Btw Love your work

First of all, thank you for your request! And I’m really happy you enjoy my work! Second of all, I’m so sorry it took me this long to write it. I had a lot of trouble with Nick, Preston, Curie and Piper for some reason, so I’m really sorry this one will probably not be up to your expectations. But I hope you still enjoy it a little bit.

Also I assumed Sole and the companions were already together, let me know if that’s not what you wanted.

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Cait

Walks in and freezes in the doorway for a second, but quickly composes herself, raises both eyebrows and smirks. “Well, this is a sight I don’t mind coming home to.” She won’t jump right into bed with you though, instead she’ll tease you by doing literally anything else she could in the room first, like checking herself out in the mirror, taking off her shoes, getting an outfit prepared for the day after etc. 

Curie

“Sole! What are you doing? You must be so cold, no? Put on some clothes or you will get sick.” Curie will - unsurprisingly - not get your true motives, unless you’ve done it once before and explained it to her then. But even then she might have forgotten, or just be confused.

Danse

“Oh… god, I’m so sorry, I’ll give you some privacy,” Danse will say as if he has never seen you in lingerie (or even naked) before! “Stop acting like a virgin, Danse, we had sex yesterday,” you say while rolling your eyes. Danse will go bright red, but fully enter the room and close the door behind him, and once he gets over his embarrassment he’ll finally tell you how nice you look and get down to business ;) 

Deacon

Walks in, stops right in his tracks when he sees you and just stands there for a while, contemplating how he should react. When you start to get nervous about the lack of reaction and open your mouth to say something, he’ll quickly cut you off by walking out. “Deacon??” You shout after him, surprised and afraid he’s angry with you. A minute or so later, he’ll walk back in, this time with a book in his hand. “Sorry babe, forgot my book, you know I can’t sleep without a bedtime story.” Annoyed, you get up and throw his book aside. “I hate you sometimes,” you say before pulling a smirking Deacon into a heated kiss. 

Hancock

Not fazed in the slightest. Pleased though! He’ll lean against the doorframe with arms crossed, and smirk mischievously at you. “What has this ghoul done right to get this lucky?” “You want the door open or closed? I don’t mind an audience, you know. Everyone can know how beautiful my baby is.” You’ll have to call him over to actually get down and dirty because if you don’t, he’ll continue to compliment and flirt with you. He just can’t believe you’re truly his. 

MacCready

Mac walks into your room finishing the last page of the comic book he was reading. “Babe, have you read this one, it’s- oh… Guess we’re not reading this tonight?” “I mean, if you prefer doing that instead,” you say while getting up to put your clothes back on. Mac will instantly panic. “No, no, that’s not what I -“ You smirk at him and walk up to him to give him a kiss and he sighs both in relief and annoyance. “You’re the worst,” he says, making you laugh. 

Nick

“Well, ain’t this a sight for sore eyes,” Nick will say in his usual “just commenting on the weather” kind of tone, but his raised eyebrows will tell you just how surprised he truly is. “Watch the enthusiasm, Mr. Valentine,” you say laughing. “I can almost smell your enthusiasm.” “Ah, sorry doll, you caught me off guard, is all. You look beautiful, as always. Now come here.” Nick prefers taking things slow, so no matter how long you’ve been together, he’d love to first take his time cuddling with you and kissing you before doing the dirty. And that is exactly what he intends to do. 

Piper

“Oh wow, uh well, hey Blue,you’re looking really good in that pose, want me to take a picture of it? We can put it in the newspaper as advertisement,” she’ll tease, holding back laughter. “I spent two hours convincing Nat to stay at a friend’s place tonight and this is what I get?” You respond, acting offended. “Awh sorry Blue, but seriously can I take a picture?”

Preston

“Gener- Oh! Damn… uh, didn”t expect this sight when I entered,” he says but will stare at you in fascination without fully realizing it himself. “But do you mind it?” You ask while trying to hold back laughter at his heart shaped eyes. “Well… there are a few settlements that need our help but… I guess they can wait.” (I’m sorry, I can’t, I just ffffffffffff)

X6-88

“Oh, I think I’ve heard about this sort of thing before. I assume you’re trying to seduce me into having sex with you? Honestly, I’d prefer it if you just ask,” he’ll say very matter-of-factly. Don’t be too sad though, because honestly he really quite likes the sight. But that to X6 is the biggest problem. He’s scared human emotions will interfere with his courser tasks, so he tries to push them aside as much as possible.

[famigsart]

The fair had been Harleys idea. Ever since this basket case he considered a friend noticed his …interest in Dottie, she had made it her buisness to “make the magic happen!”

Not that Digger minded much. It wasn´t like…like he was bad at this whole dating people thing. He considered himself rather good at flirting up the cuties! Okay, did not work on that Sword Lady. Did not work on the security lady at BelleReve. Did also not work on that bar guy few weeks after. Neither on…you get the point. Other than getting laid here and there Digger hadn´t had too much luck lately.

So when Harley casually invited him, Abner…and for whatever reason Nanaue to the fair, Digger did not refuse. To his surprise neither did Abner. Right at the beginning, Harley grabbed Nanaue and ran off with the shark, ensuring Abner and Digger could walk over the fair togethere. The other man seemed to accept this rather quickly as he let Digger lead him on. Both probably didn´t have a lot of…nice childhood memories about fairs and such, so going there without the nostalgic feels wasn´t that great.

They ate the way too sweet junk food, rode the alarmingly rusty rides (those were fun at least as Abner clung to him the hole ride) and looked through the booths. At one booth, a kind of shooting gallery, Digger stopped. There was a unicorn plushy on display - a POLKADOT unicorn plushy! Digger was already buying a few shots when someone tugged at his sleeve. A teenage girl with blue hair stood beside him, looking somewhat grumpy.

“You don´t need to bother Mister. This booth is a scam! Me and my girlfriend just wasted our last fairmoney at this joke of a game…you cannot win here.”

The man inside of the booth just chased her off with some harsh words and turned to Digger. “Sore loosers those kids. Couldn´t even hit the target at ALL. Should have gotten themselves a boy to win them a price if you ask me.”

Digger honestly did not care. Not at all. He just wanted to win this unicorn, hand it to the shy man beside him and be an amazing date. Said shy man however seemed to care. He also tugge at Diggers sleeve and looked at him with tose big, sad, dark eyes. “Digger I´d rather go. I am not that good at aiming anyway.” Digger snorted, a little amused. “I promise this won´t take long Dottie. I just want to win you a nice little price and we are off to go, good?”

The owner of the booth raised an eyebrow, watching the two men critically. “Good luck with that.”

Just as the girl had said, the booth was a scam. The riffles aim was totally off and the target seemed to move just a little bit. After a few rounds Digger had enough. He grabbed the booth owner by the front of his shirt and almost pulled him out. “Wha-” “SHUT UP! Listen bloke, I am a simple man with simple demands. I. Want. My. Price. But with your shitty game here I can´t get it. So you are going to allow me to hit the target with these.” He pulled out one of his sharpened boomerangs and showed it to the other man. “And why on earth should I allow that…BLOKE?!”

Diggers voice dropped dangerously as he held the boomerang to the mans throat. Beside him Abner wheezed. If in panic or amusement Digger couldn´t tell. Dude often laughed when nervouse. A habbit Digger found cute. “Because if I can´t throw my boomerang at this target I will have no choise but to make YOU my target.”

…

Long story short, Captain Boomerang EMPTIED the booth. He won each of the girls a plushy…why? Because he was a show off and because it made Abner - who was pale and nervouse after Diggers little stunt - relax and actually smile a little bit. Than Harely and Nanaue showed up, having looked at the whole thing from afar. Both got a plushy too. And finally - he won the unicorn!

Abner hadn´t looked that amazed at first, seeing the rather silly looking plushy whish resembled his chronic illness. Digger hadn´t considered that one…but than Abner smiled shyly and patted the thing on its head. “It´s really fluffy.” He simply stated, still smiling. Digger laid an arm around the other mans shoulder and walked them away from the booth, feeling rather proud of himself.

Abner spoke up softly. “So…why did you win a…unicorn…for me?” Digger remembered something Harely said…something about Abner feeling uneasy about being…flamboyant. Better play this one safe than?

“Why? Mate unicorns are NEAT!” He pulled his coat a little and showed Abner what or rather who was sitting in the inside pocket of his coat. “And Pinky needs a friend!”

[dilly-oh]

Rent-a-Boyfriend

I need to get drunk, FAST, Kakashi thinks, taking a seat at the bar and signalling to the bartender. He wants to forget this evening ever happened as quickly as possible. He is never going on another blind date arranged by his so-called friends again - the guy they’d set him up with was some creepy artist with a ponytail who straight up asked to sculpt his dick, and when he politely declined, told him it was okay, size didn’t matter to him. Naturally, Kakashi’d dipped the moment the guy was distracted flirting with some other dude and scurried off to a nearby bar to drown his woes and seriously consider ghosting his friends forever.

Speak of the devil, his phone starts buzzing in his pocket, but he ignores it in favor of taking a swig of beer instead. He is NOT talking to them right now. Just because they all found love doesn’t mean he needs to as well, especially not with their ‘help’. They make it seem so easy, like he isn’t even trying. Yeah, right. It isn’t as if the perfect man is going to just fall into his-

“Oh my God, help me,” a man hisses, barging over and plopping right into his lap. Kakashi gets a faceful of long brown hair (which is quite delightful considering it’s wonderfully soft and smells like flowers) and has to repress a giggle as it tickles his nose before remembering he’s supposed to be in a bad mood. Nice hair or not, Kakashi is about to shove the stranger off when he twists around to look up at Kakashi with the most gorgeous brown eyes he’s ever seen, wide and pleading for mercy. A worried frown wrinkles his forehead, crinkling the faded scar over the bridge of his nose, and he bites his lips anxiously. Suddenly Kakashi will do anything for this man, including murder. “My asshole ex is here.” Okay, he was kidding about the whole murder thing, but he’s not above a firm talking-to. Maybe even a long-winded discussion about boundaries if need be. “Please, please pretend to be my boyfriend so he’ll fuck off and leave me alone.”

Kakashi blinks. 

Pretend? Hell, he would love to actually BE this cutie’s boyfriend, where’s the application, sign him the fuck up. Kakashi almost says this aloud, but the desperate, almost wild look in the man’s eyes quiets his instinctual smartass remark and forces him to actually take things seriously for once. He nods imperceptibly and wraps his arms around the man’s waist, pulling him closer just as a douchey-looking guy with silver hair struts up, glaring at him poisonously.

“Who the fuck is this?” he spits out.

“Piss off, Mizuki,” the man in his lap snaps back. “He’s my boyfriend, obviously. Why don’t you go vape in the alleyway or something?”

“Bullshit. I don’t believe you.” Mizuki’s eyes narrow dangerously as he studies Kakashi. “...Prove it. Prove that you’re actually dating him.” The man stiffens in Kakashi’s lap.

“Don’t be ridiculous! He doesn’t have to prove anything-”

“Leave him alone, he gets enough stress from teaching brats every day,” Kakashi cuts in. The man jerks around in his lap, gaping in surprise for a moment before carefully schooling his face. “He was up late correcting papers again last night. I felt bad, so I brought him his favorite Ichiraku ramen for lunch and walked the dog for him. I even offered to play CoD with his little brother.” He leans forward, pulling the man closer to his chest protectively. “Now...why don’t you get lost?” 

“...Fuck you.” Mizuki’s glare darkens even further. 

“Fuck you, too.” Kakashi sends him off with a cheery wave that turns into a middle-finger once the guy’s back is turned. 

“How the hell did you know all that stuff about me?” the man in his lap asks once Mizuki slithers away to lurk in the shadows. He looks up at Kakashi uneasily, almost frightened. “Have you been...stalking me or something?”

“Never met you before in my life,” Kakashi replies, then goes on to explain. “According to my friends, not only am I a smug know-it-all and complete smart-ass, I’m also incredibly observant.” He takes a deep breath and begins. “You have red ink marks on your fingertips, presumably from a cheap red pen. The only reason for you to be using one of those is if you’re a teacher, grading papers, and judging from the bags under your eyes, I can easily guess you’ve spent more than a few nights up late grading. You have a rather fresh stain on your shirt, ramen, judging from the smell, with a unique aromatic spice added to the broth that’s only used at Ichiraku - I recognize it, having eaten there a few times. I know you have a dog because there’s fur on your pants, but it’s too high up for it to be from a cat, so therefore it must be from a medium-sized dog, perhaps a Shiba-Inu going by the length of hair and reddish tint. And as for your brother, the cell-phone in your pocket has a case that is a rather unfortunate shade of neon orange. Given your fashionable outfit and kempt appearance, you’d never have picked it yourself, therefore it had to have been a gift, and a sentimental one at that. A parent would never have purchased something so ridiculous for you, and you wouldn’t actually use it if it was a gag gift from a friend, so it could only have come from a younger sibling, obviously a brother, who I assume is teenaged based off the practicality of buying you a case for your cell-phone instead of something silly or useless like a keychain.” He finishes in a rush and takes a breath. 

“...Oh,” the man breathes out softly, his eyes wide with awe. Then he frowns. “Wait. How did you know about the Call of Duty thing?”

“He’s a teenager,” Kakashi snorts. “Of course he’s into fucking CoD.”

“Ugh, true,” the man laughs, relaxing in Kakashi’s arms, which he, admittedly, doesn’t want to remove. “God, is there anything you don’t know?”

“Your name and number,” Kakashi blurts out, then immediately wants to slap himself. What is he, an idiot? Hitting on this man right after he’s been accosted by his ex? That’s just...it was just-

“Damn, that was smooth.” The man leans back in his lap, looking him up and down, considering. “...I’d say you earned the name, at least. I’m Iruka.”

“Kakashi. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Iruka cocks his head and hums. “You know, it was kinda hot when you went all Sherlock like that.”

“My friends wouldn’t agree,” Kakashi scoffs, deciding his arms feel quite good where they are, as does Iruka. “Especially after I ruined Asuma and Kurenai’s surprise pregnancy announcement-”

“You didn’t.” 

“I thought it was obvious! Her feet were swollen!” 

Iruka laughs so hard he almost falls out of Kakashi’s lap.

Almost.

“Anyway,” Iruka says once he can breathe properly again, “thanks for pretending to be my boyfriend, I really appreciate it.”

“My pleasure,” Kakashi replies with cheer. “I was more than happy to offer my services.” 

“Then you wouldn’t mind keeping up the act until my ex leaves, or I do?” Iruka asks, nodding at the shadows where Mizuki is slumped over a beer, glaring at them. “What are your going rates?”

“I’ll give you a discount,” Kakashi tells him. “My only payment is you stay in my lap the entire time.”

“Deal.” Iruka grins wickedly up at him, throwing an arm over his shoulder and getting comfortable. “Although, as my pretend boyfriend, you should totally buy me a drink.” Kakashi grins back.

“Sure thing, babe.” 

Maybe he won’t have to pretend for long.  

(Written for @kakairu-fest KakaIru Month 2021, Day Twenty-Four Prompt: Fake Dating)

[yandere-daze]

Congrats on reaching 2k! You absolutley deserve it :D

Could I request a Shu and Mika headcanon on how they would try and make the reader forgive them in the imposter self aware au?

Thank you! I assume you probably just made a typo and put 2 instead of 3 there jfsn

And yes, I´m always happy to write for Valkyire, you know me too well ☺️

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, mention of bad previous treatment of the reader, mention of murder, self-deprecation ( Mika), self-dollification ( Mika), mention of verbal abuse, unhealthy mindsets ( both), overworking ( Shu)

How would Mika try to make the player forgive him in the imposter self-aware AU?

With how far Mika is willing to go for the people he loves, he was probably pretty nasty to you when you first were transported into the game and everyone thought that you were responsible for the disappearance of their beloved player.

Mika gets attached so easily to the point that it´s kind of scary so that obviously means he´s also super obsessed with the player, who spends so much time taking care of him and looking out for him. He´s so starved for love that he soaked up every little bit of attention he was getting from the player, even if he didn´t feel worthy of it

But then one day, the player simply left him and you appeared instead? Mika wouldn´t call himself the smartest person out there but he can figure out just fine that you must be responsible and it´s an understatement when I say that he isn´t very pleased

Honestly? Good for you for even surviving because there´s no doubt in my mind that Mika would resort to killing you out of anger and desperation because you´re the “reason” the player left him

Other than that very extreme scenario he also isn´t all that nice to you, which is kind of rare to see from him. But how can he be nice to someone like you that took away the most important person in his life? How dare you?!

Which is exactly why he´s shell-shocked when he finally finds out that you actually are the player and he´s been so cruel to you all this time. Immediately gets on his knees and bows his head while breaking out into sobs, apologizing profusely for treating you so cruelly and saying all of these mean things as he clings to your legs

He truly is so sorry! How can he ever make up for this grave mistake?

Honestly almost throws in the towel at first as he doesn´t think that there is any way to make up for what he did. From the very beginning, he already believed that he wasn´t worthy of being in your presence, of receiving your kindness and warmth. He was dirty and would only taint your saintly body

But now? Oh, it´s simply hopeless! How dare someone like him, who is completely beneath you, treat you like this? He truly has done something completely unacceptable and he´s unsure of what to do, he just knows that he has to atone for his sins somehow

Mika is so scared that you´re going to abandon him now, throwing him away like the piece of trash he is. And he understands why you would, he really does, which is why he´s all the more desperate now. He feels that he has to prove to you that he still has his uses, that he´s your pliable doll completely devoted to you and willing to do anything you ask of him

So his way of making it up to you is basically becoming your servant, willing to complete whatever task you ask of him because he thinks that if he proves to be useful, you might find it in your heart to at least tolerate his presence, even if you can´t forgive him.

And as long as he gets to stay by your side, Mika is more than happy to let you control him as you please, all while obsessively thanking you for granting him mercy

How would Shu try to make the player forgive him in the imposter self-aware AU?

While not physically violent or downright murderous like Mika, Shu definitely wasn´t kind to you either, to say the least. He´s already pretty rude and snappish to the other idols he holds no grudge for so just imagine the amount of verbal abuse you must have suffered at his hands when he saw you as the reason why his muse left him behind

At first, Shu might have assumed that the reason you left was that his efforts weren´t enough to impress you, which led to him throwing himself back into work to try and make something new that would please you, but the more time passes, the more he thinks that it´s strangely convenient timing for you to appear right around the time the player disappeared

While he was gruff to you before, now he outright takes some sort of pleasure in talking you down as it only seems fitting for what you have caused. And he just gets worse the more you try to be friendly to him, asking you how you dare show your face in front of him. How he finds you reprehensible

Naturally, there´s a nagging feeling of guilt hidden deep within him when the truth finally comes to light and he realizes that he´s done you a great disservice. All this time, you were his muse, the light of his life, and yet he chased you away when you had greeted him with open arms of your own volition. Oh, how he wished to slap his past self now!

You were the most divine creature walking this earth, blessed by the heavens itself, and yet he said all these horrible things to you

He wants to make it up to you to get back in your good graces but he doesn´t really know how to proceed. Shu has a lot of difficulties with being honest and conveying his true feelings to someone because deep down he is still scarred by his childhood and the rejection he felt due to his family never supporting him in his passions. He has long since closed off his heart and so only with a great deal of effort from both sides is he able to open up

But now that you most likely despise you for treating you so horribly, Shu is all the more reluctant to approach you, fearing that you might flinch away as soon as he extends a hand towards you.

He has many discussions with Mademoiselle where he spills all of his worries to her and she tries her best to comfort him all while giving him some advice. She had always been there for him and that´s also true now.

Mademoiselle tells Shu that she´s more than happy to talk to you on his behalf if he doesn´t feel ready to do so just yet. She reasons that it might help break down the barriers that he had created between you. She´s also just very excited to have a proper chat with you!

Meanwhile, Shu goes back to what he knows best to try and make you forgive him: creating wonderful and awe-inspiring outfits.

Though he´s horrible with words, Shu hopes that his feelings will get through to you with this outfit he´s making just for you. He spends days upon days working on the outfit until the late night hours when it´s already gotten dark outside. He´s barely even taking care of himself, instead tirelessly working as if his life depended on it

And well, to him it did. Having his darling forgive him is the only thing he wants. He truly doesn´t know what he would do if you would still reject him after all of this

Maybe this is why he´s even more of a perfectionist than he usually is, nearly ripping out his own hair when he sees even the slightest imperfection that no one else aside from him would even notice. No, this has to be absolutely perfect for you and he won´t rest until it is!

It´s like he´s possessed, never even giving himself a break until he is finally satisfied with the final outcome

Of course, the outfit fits you absolutely perfectly in the end and you can´t help but wonder wherever Shu got your exact measurements from

[laceymorganwrites]

Dear daughter - chapter 7

Word count: 1,407

Warnings: swearing, descriptions of violence

Summary: You make new friends.

A/N: picture of fairy!Baji is a comission by lovely @princessoftherose

Taglist: @kiwifeii @ryusukeimdonee @dreamtogether2000​ @dot0nix​ @cerelcereal​

“Morning” Mikey yawned as he finally joined you in the kitchen, his hair still messy and he didn´t even bother to get dressed. He honestly looked as if he was still sleeping, it was quite the funny sight.

“Good morning, are you hungry?” you smiled and handed him a plate as he nodded.

“See? I told you he´s useless before he´s eaten” Draken laughed, you liked his laugh. You guessed it was because he didn´t really seem like a guy to laugh a lot. No, he was the guy where every little kid started crying even though he was harmless.

“Well, he´s gonna get a power up now! Eat up” you grinned and you two joined him at the table, you had some fruit, syrup, whipped cream and anything else you might need to decorate your pancakes.

Draken was very simple with it, he just ate them plain with some fruit, Mikey´s plate looked like a mess, he really maxed out on the sugar but you could just see the way his eyes lit up when he took that first bite.

“Those are amazing, (Y/N/N)!” he beamed at you, immediately back to his usual self. How the hell did he do that? Mikey really was a mystery to you.

You never knew what was going on inside that airhead of his, for now that was fine, but you were quite worried about him. It wasn´t normal being this happy all the time and then magically switching to a coldblooded individual when fighting.

You just hoped he wouldn´t break underneath the pressure.

After finishing up breakfast and cleaning Mikey finally got ready. But only because Draken reminded him that the others were already waiting for him and they´d be late for the meeting. You tagged along since they asked you to and honestly you were excited. Meeting the others and just sitting with them in such a meeting was always fun to you.

If that was how your mom felt when she started the gang? Must have been nice. You wondered if you would ever start something that made you feel that way too.

You were still so amazed at how nice everyone else was, they didn´t mind you being there with them, quite the contrary, they made you join the conversation and laughed with you, mostly making fun of the ridiculous way some of them fought.

“No, really! Baji´s move was so funny, it looked like he was flying but not in the cool way” Mikey laughed, nudging your shoulder a bit to make his point.

“Oi! It got the job done, okay? It´s not like everyone can control how they look when they beat somebody up” Baji pouted, yeah their last fight with another small gang didn´t really go that well.

He thought he looked cool but apparently he didn´t, but hey, at least he got creative with it and managed to take out three guys with it. He saw that as a win and didn´t care that it meant being the laughing stock this day.

Well, he did care. But he knew that it was all in good fun.

“Aw, I wish I could´ve seen that!” you laughed with them, just the imagination was so absurd to you, well, all of their stories were, they sounded like out of a movie but a bad one. Not bad in an unbelievable way but bad in a good trashy way with the most over the top special effects.

“He looked like a fairy princess, the way he was floating through the air” Draken commented, arms crossed and throwing his head back laughing. Fuck, they all almost cried, that was how hard they laughed.

It was the genuine laughter that made you feel warm and safe.

“Actually I think wings and a cute dress would suit you” Kazutora giggled along, he was more of the quiet type but certainly had his fun with the group. He reminded you of your own friends, the ones nobody else wanted to talk to, the ones eating alone in their break.

“Shut it!” Baji turned red from embarrassment.

“That´s so mean, guys! I wanna see his move too. Can you show me, Baji-hime?” you grinned, regretting it about fifty percent, you weren´t sure if it was your place to joke with them but the opportunity was too tempting to pass out on.

The regret completely vanished when Mikey and Draken burst out in laughter and even Baji had to chuckle.

“That was a good one, I´ll give you that. But if anything, you should be the princess” Baji remarked and stretched a bit.

“But you know what, since it´s you I´ll try to do it again” he smiled gently and you smiled at him brightly. You felt really honored that he´d do that for you. Baji was always so easy to talk to, you hoped you´d become friends some day, but to him you already were.

There was no need for you to be so unsure and insecure with them, everyone liked and accepted you, you might as well be part of the gang. Most of them saw you like they did Emma, as a sister.

Your eyes were glued to Baji as he told everyone to step back a bit, he then went out in a sprint and jumped in the air, pushing his legs off of a nearby rock to create momentum and then he…. flew.

You held your breath and followed him with your eyes, his jacket really looked like wings as he spun in the air and then kicked as hard as he could when he came back down, you could just imagine his enemies underneath him. And then he landed, casually pushing his hair out of his face and joining you again.

“Whoa! That was so cool!! If you were a fairy you´d be the most badass one for sure. You´re the kind of princess that doesn´t need saving” you cheered for him and yes maybe your reaction was a bit overdramatic but that was the first time you ever saw something like that. You didn´t know the magic of a real fight yet.

“Right? It was a fun day. I mean, I was just done beating up my part of the gang and I´m looking around, where is Baji? And the second I look up he´s flying over our heads, yelling like a madman and just fucking stomping on this guy… it was insane” Draken laughed as he retold his point of view, you couldn´t help but laugh along, you could just imagine his surprise.

It was that day that yours and Baji´s friendship deepened and truly started becoming more than just acquaintances, the girl that Mikey and Draken always bring along.

No, you were his little princess now. It was so funny how you were someone everyone just wanted to protect but at the same time you wanted to preserve all of their smiles, you wanted to protect them too.

“I wanna have cool moves like these too, can you teach me?” you asked hopefully and the guys thought about it for a while.

You weren´t that inexperienced in fighting, after all your aunties taught you everything about self defense, but you wanted more. You wanted to train and get strong so that you could take down bigger guys that were mean too.

“You know what, I have an idea! We´re all gonna teach you something” Mikey proposed and you nodded along, you liked that idea a lot.

And so in the next months you went jogging and working out with your aunties, they also taught you more self defense and you learned Baji´s spinning trick, Mikey´s kicks and Draken´s punches. Mikey´s and Baji´s techniques were more complex and you had trouble with them but after some time you at least had the basics down.

“Thank you, guys!” you smiled. You would´ve never thought that you could still smile after your mom died but here you were and you could just feel her smiling down on you, you bet she was resting assured now that she saw what great friends you had, that you were safe and sound and happier than ever.

You weren´t sure you deserved this, after all you didn´t do anything, you were just there. But you would never take it for granted, you would work hard to maintain those friendships and make sure everyone knew how much they meant to you!

[moronic-validity]

The Vincent Sinclair’s Boot x Reader Fic

okay so a few notes! 

1) Reader is a trans guy (like your’s truly) 

2) This is smut for the sake of smut, plain and simple.

3) I finished this at 2:30am and I have to be at work at 8. 

This Contains: dubcon/coerced consent, drugs, bdsm, dom vincent, a boot kink, typos, almost murder, masturbation, and car problems! Everything under the cut is 18+!!!

As the temperature gauge crept higher and higher, [y/n] had to kick himself. He had been told to check his oil periodically through the road trip, but more than that, he had always been told to keep an extra thing of 5-20 in his car. Both pieces of advice went in one ear and out the other.

Which left him here, in the middle of nowhere Louisiana, 30 miles shy of Baton Rouge.

The immediate reaction was to get out of his car and scream. Sure, it was near midnight, but there wasn’t anyone nearby, so what was the worst thing that could happen.  The flash of headlights on him and his car answered his question.

Great. Fantastic. Cool.

“Hey, sorry about the yelling,” he called out in the general direction of the headlights. “Any chance you have some 5-20, I’ll be right out of here if you do!”

No response. [y/n] sighed and sat on the hood of his car and watched the car. It was the middle of the night and it was still hotter than hell and humid to match. Without giving it much thought, he pulled his t shirt over his head and sat it on the hood next to him. What did it matter, he had a binder on anyway. Not like anything was showing.

The mystery driver flashed his brights at [y/n], then threw it in reverse and went back to where he came from.

Well that’s fantastic. I’m in the middle of nowhere and someone knows I’m stranded here. Perfect.

Without giving any more thought to it, he got back into his car and went to sleep, his t shirt thrown over his eyes.

The sun didn’t wake him up, the tapping on his window did.

[y/n] scrambled into an acceptable position and pulled his still damp t shirt on. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he was able to see the man standing near his window. The man wasn’t intimidating or anything, but the situation was odd and [y/n] was immediately warry.

“Sorry ‘bout that, didn mean to startle ya or nothin,” The man with the green hat said with a small laugh, “it just looked like ya might need some help, most people don like sleepin in their car this time a year.”

[y/n] squinted at the guy. It wasn’t due to the accent or the look of him, the sun just happened to be right in his eyes. The perfect start to another fantastic day.

“Uh yeah, I’ve definitely had better days. Any chance you know where to get a quart or two of oil?” He asked, ending it with a still tired yawn.

“I could give ya a lift into town, ‘m sure Bo will help you out at the station,” The green hatted man offered helpfully.

“Actually, that’d be wonderful, thank you…” [y/n] realized that he just accepted a ride from a man who’s name he didn’t even know. His mother would be so proud.

“Lester, Lester Sinclair,” Lester said with an extended hand.

“[y/n], [y/n] [l/n]” He took the other’s hand and gave a firm shake. [y/n] was acutely aware of the tacky reddish-brown smudge that was now on his hand.

The ride into town was quite, aside from the rumble of Lester’s truck and the sound of tires throwing rock.

“So where’re you headed?” Lester asked, glancing over at [y/n].

“Ah, no direction, wanted to go up, down, coast to coast. Want to see a little bit of everything, I guess,” [y/n] picked at the skin around his index finger, “I’ve only broken down once, so I figure I’m doing okay.”

“Welcome to Ambrose, I know it probably isn where ya wanted t’ go, but there are worse places.” Lester said cheerfully.

The ride went back to being quiet.

“Oh shit,” Lester whined, more to himself than anything else, as he threw the car in park and jumped out, “ya wouldn’ mind givin me a hand flipping the hubs, would ya?”

What the hell does that even mean? {y/n] thought to himself as he hopped out of the car to help Lester with the task anyway. Help was a bit of a strong word for what [y/n] did, it was more get in the way and offer moral support. Lester appreciated the gesture and the company. Most people jumped out of the car and fled into town by this point.

The two got back into the truck and drove right on into Ambrose and parked in front of the service station.

“Now, you wait here, Bo ‘ll be ‘round soon,” Lester dropped [y/n] off with a wave then drove off to wherever he worked. It occurred to [y/n] that he never thought to ask.

It also occurred to [y/n] that he’d have to walk back to his car or hope that someone in town would be willing to give him a ride. Just one more thing. He sighed and sat with his back against the wall of the station.

At least there’s shade. It’s already starting to feel like the devil’s armpit, but at least there is shade.

Time passed, could’ve been hours, could’ve been minutes.

No, it was definitely hours.

Around the point [y/n] was sure that this Bo guy would have to pry him off the cement with a spatula, Bo happened to come down the road and up to the door of the station, near where he was sitting. Bo stood within arm’s distance as [y/n] pushed himself up off the sidewalk.

“I take it you’re Bo? [Y/n] [l/n], Lester said you might have some oil?” [y/n] offered the man he assumed to be Bo his hand. Bo flashed [y/n] a smile that seemed to try to hard to be charming.

“Well, I’d introduce myself but you already know who I am,” Bo chuckled. He was in a suit and tie, didn’t seem like he was dressed for his line of work. “ Let’s see if we can’t get you back on the road, hm?” He hummed to himself as he unlocked the door to let the two men into the store.

There was no AC, and that was the first problem [y/n] had with the station. The second problem was that there appeared to be no oil. Anywhere.

What type of station doesn’t carry oil. Oil. OIL. Walmart carries oil, DG carries oil. Why does this man not have oil.

“Uh….Hey Bo, any chance you have some oil in the garage that you’re willing to part with?” [y/n] asked, while squatting and looking at another shelf devoid of oil.

“I’m sure I could check,” Bo said, his voice drifting further away. [y/n] kept looking.

“So I’ve got some bad news, I don’t have any oil down here;” ,” Bo said as he re-entered the store, wiping his hands down on a grease rag, “Good news though, I got my restock shipment in yesterday and just haven’t gotten around to bringing it down from the house. I’m more than willing to let you wait here while I go up to to get what you need, but you look like you need something to drink.”

[y/n] thought it over. This would mark the second time in less than 24 hours that he went somewhere with a random stranger, but at least this time he knew the guy’s name.

Well, the south is known for its hospitality, so I might as well go and get something to drink.

“I’d really appreciate something to drink and thank you so much for the help,” [y/n] said, suddenly aware that his mouth felt like it was full of glue.

The pair were about halfway to the house, when [y/n] finally felt the need to ask about the suit.

“Okay so, I know it’s absolutely none of my business, but why are you wearing a suit? Isn’t it a bit hot for that?” Bo stopped moving at [y/n]’s question and seemed to consider a few possible answers before he nodded to himself and kept walking.

“Well, it’s not the heat that gets you, it’s the humidity,” he chuckled to himself, “and uh,” he paused to clear his throat, “My mom passed on, was at her service.”

“Bo, I am so sorry. If you don’t mind, I’ll be sure to pay my respects before I leave town,” [y/n] couldn’t help but feel intense sympathy for Bo.

He left his mom’s funeral to help me get some oil so I can get back on the road. Holy shit.

They walked in silence for the rest of the day, [y/n] was unsure how to comfort this stranger, so he just followed the other man’s lead. Silence.

Bo unlocked the door when they got up on the step and lead [y/n] into the house.

“Washroom is down the hall if you need it, the door should be open,” Bo motioned towards the washroom, “Make yourself at home.”  

With that, Bo was in the kitchen, pouring two glasses of sweet tea. [y/n] decided to take Bo up on his offer of a washroom. Once the door was shut, he fought with his binder for a minute, before finally getting it off his chest, letting it hang loosely around his neck. At this point, it just felt good to take a few deep breaths. After a few minutes passed, [y/n] pulled his binder back into place, swore he’d keep it off until he hit the next rest stop, then went back out into the house and met Bo in the kitchen.

Bo handed [y/n] the glass of sweet tea, condensation already beading on the sides. Nice and cold and incredibly sweet, it even tasted southern. And a bit salty. [y/n] had never had homemade sweet tea before, so he assumed that maybe that just happened sometimes with the tea when it cooled.

The room started to sway.

“Hey, [y/n] maybe you should sit down, looks like the heat is getting to you,” Bo said, worry in his voice, but a smile on his lips, “maybe you ought to lay down for a bit.”

Not a bad idea. Not a bad idea at all.

That was weird, he tried to say it out loud, but his mouth didn’t seem to want to cooperate. Bo helped [y/n] to sit on the couch and as his vision started to darken, [y/n] swore he saw another person enter the room.

When [y/n] came to, he realized a few things in short order. It was much darker, he was not on the couch, and he was restrained to the metal table he way laying on. Ever the optimist, he was thankful for the fact that he still had his clothes on and also for the fact it was much cooler wherever he was.

A tall man with long dark hair entered his line of sight. [y/n] had a few ideas of things to yell at him, but instead, took a different approach.

“So, either I’ve been asleep for a really long time, or you’re not Bo,” [y/n] said, turning his head to get a better look at the man. The man’s shoulders shook, like he was laughing without the noise.

Okay so he can’t talk. Noted.

The man turned around to face the table and made sure his hands were in clear view as he signed, “Vincent.”

The motions were smooth and [y/n] caught it near immediately.

“Vincent is a nice name,” he mused, giving Vincent a charming smile of his own, “I’m [y/n]. Now, I do have a few questions, mainly, why am I tied up?”

Vincent turned his back on [y/n] and went back to preparing the paralytic, deciding to make it a bit stronger so the man on the table wouldn’t have to be awake for the worst of it. When he turned around and [y/n] saw the needle, the reality of the situation began to sink in and things snapped into focus.

“Hey Vincent, I don’t know what’s in that needle, but I promise you don’t have to do whatever it is you’re about to do,” [y/n] tried to keep his voice level as he squirmed and fought against the restraints, “I know we don’t know each other, but I swear you don’t need to do this.”

Vincent watched him writhe on the table and considered his options.

“Please, can we talk this out, please,” [y/n] continued to beg, tears forming in the corners of his eyes and bruises already forming at both his wrists and his ankles from the jerking around. Desperation in one hell of a drug, because in no other situation could [y/n] see himself saying, “I’ll do anything to convince you.”

Vincent set the syringe back down and walked up to the head of the table and gripped [y/n]’s jaw and turned his head to make sure he saw when he signed “Are you sure?” he drew it out to emphasize the importance of the question.

Was [y/n] sure? No. No he wasn’t, but he wasn’t in a place that allowed many options. Behind door one? Death! Behind door two? A questionable fate that could very well still end in death!

Yeah, I’ll go with door number two, please.

[y/n] nodded, Vincent’s hand still not leaving his jaw.

Vincent considered the situation for a moment. He considered the number of girls that Bo had brought to him after he had had his way with them at the station. Girls had never really been Vincent’s speed.  There were plenty of attractive guys who had come through, but mostly they were either already dead or just spit curses at him. [y/n] was different. No threats, no insults, he was shockingly calm, all things considered. Vincent stroked up and down the side of [y/n]’s face, bringing his hand into the smaller man’s hair and pulling, eliciting a soft whimper.

“I want you to show me,” Vincent signed before undoing the restraints at [y/n]’s ankles. As for his hands? His hands were going to stay bound, but a change of position was still needed. Vincent kept eye contact with [y/n] as he undid his wrists.

[y/n] sat up on the table, moving slowly as to not startle Vincent. The last thing he wanted was to scare the guy who probably had a half dozen ways to kill him in arms reach. His wrists ached and were bleeding in some places. He rubbed at his sore joints before Vincent snapped his fingers, pointed directly at him, then down at the floor near his boot clad feet.

[y/n] had the opportunity to make a run for it, but instead knelt at Vincent’s feet. Vincent put his hand out and without thinking, [y/n] rested the side of his face against it. Vincent’s face burned beneath his mask, that was not what he needed the man to do. He pulled his hand away and gently slapped at the kneeling man’s face, not hard enough to hurt him, but hard enough for him to know that that was not the desired action. The kneeling man was a quick learner and when Vincent put his hand out again, he reluctantly placed his wrists in the larger man’s hands.

[y/n] was not thrilled at this situation, but he was also a simple man, and for all the terror in the situation, Vincent was a large man with shockingly soft hands that were big enough to envelop both of his wrists, who had complete control over the situation. Should he be getting wet due to the situation? Absolutely not, but in the one psychology class he took in high school, it was mentioned that fear and arousal were close together in the brain.

Vincent saw the bruising and blood on the smaller man’s wrists and was careful when he rebound them. Sure, he was planning on killing the guy, but his plans had changed. He threaded a rope and carefully suspended his wrists so that his wrists would remain above his head.

[y/n]’s first thought was that Vincent wanted head. Most guys he had met enjoyed getting head, so it did make sense. He carefully pressed his cheek against the man’s crotch and nuzzled against it, then looked up and into Vincent’s eyes for any sign. Instead, Vincent just lifted his knee and pushed [y/n] off of him like he was a disobedient dog.

A thousand thoughts raced through his mind as to what he wanted, if not a blow job. He was further confused when Vincent lifted his boot clad foot and pressed it into the smaller man’s pelvic bone, hard.

Oh.

The pressure of it was enough to lift him up just a little bit more and it had him wetter than he thought he could be in a situation like this. He pressed down onto the shoe and began to grind against it, shamelessly chasing the friction it created.

Vincent groaned. His cock twitched as he watched the man’s lewd display. He didn’t want [y/n] to touch him, not yet. There was still the chance that could go horribly wrong, what Vincent wanted was to see exactly how desperate the man was. Vincent began to palm himself, stroking through the fabric of his pants while he watched.

The answer was very. [y/n] was very desperate. [y/n] was desperate not to die and now, now he was also desperate to cum. He pressed himself harder against the toe of Vincent’s boot and rutted against it, groaning loudly when it pressed up against that bundle of nerves. He began to fall into a rhythm that hit every sensitive spot he could reach.

Vincent’s hand was now in his pants as he stroked himself to the same rhythm [y/n] was fucking himself to. God,  Vincent thought to himself, this man was making an absolute whore of himself. It might not be a bad idea to keep him around. Could make work slightly less taxing. Then the bound man made a sound that snapped Vincent out of his thoughts and almost made him cream his pants.

He was getting so close, he had thrown himself so into chasing his high that he almost forgot that the circumstances that brought him to this were less than desirable. He pressed began to rotate his hips so that bundle of nerves caught significantly more pressure and more friction. He let out a loud, needy whine.

“Please Vincent, please tell me I can cum, I’ve been such a good boy, please God, Vincent,” the words came tumbling out of his mouth, he was babbling and begging for a different release now. Vincent bucked into his own hand, listening to the whines and pleas.

Tears were starting to form in [y/n]’s eyes again, he was trying so hard to be good for Vincent, trying so hard to be his good boy. Sure, less than an hour ago, he wanted nothing more than to be as far from him as possible, but God, he was so close to cumming and he just needed Vincent to tell him he had been good. Hadn’t he been good enough to deserve release?

Vincent pressed his crotch against [y/n]’s face and continued to jack himself off. He didn’t want the man’s mouth, but he wanted the proximity. He was so close to his own release. So so close, all he needed was-

“Oh GOD, sir please, I’ve been so good for you, please sir. Tell me I’ve been a good boy for you, tell me I’m your good boy, please sir; oh my God, please, please,” [y/n] continued to babble, now crying for release against Vincent’s aching cock.

Yeah, that just about did it for him. Vincent’s orgasm took him hard and left a sizable stain that leaked into the front of his pants and against the begging man’s face. Vincent closed his eyes, lost in his own release. When things snapped back into focus, he realized the other man was still whining pitifully, still having not came.

Vincent had to admit, he was impressed at the man’s willpower, it was oddly attractive to him that the man refused to grant himself pleasure without permission. This could actually work out wonderfully, Vincent thought to himself.

He took the rope in his free hand and yanked on it hard enough to knock the [y/n] off balance. He looked up at Vincent as he tried to regain balance. Vincent let go of the rope and let him drop onto his knees, but his eyes were still locked on his masked face.

Vincent thought about it for a moment before signing “I want you to cum.”

That was all [y/n] needed to hear before going back to rutting against the shoe, quickly going over the edge and coating the toe of the boot in his fluids. He braced himself against Vincent’s leg, mumbling thank yous as he came back down. Vincent allowed this to go on for a short while, before cutting the rope and pressing [y/n]’s face down to the still wet boot.

Vincent used one hand to yank [y/n]’s hair to make the blissed out man look up at him, with the other hand, he calmly signed “Clean it up.”