#eyes locked in a trance of pure and passionate hate

[obsidian-blade-of-badassery]

normalize using homestuck quadrants for non-homestuck ships

[psych0-str1ngs]

Tongue Twister || Danny Wagner x Reader (smut)

Warnings: drinking, weed, p in v, unprotected... oral

"I want to listen to this record" Josh barked at Jake, who was holding a different vinyl.

"We're listening to this one," Jake said, putting his vinyl on the turntable and dropping the needle down.

"Well clearly," Josh started, almost falling over. "You just don't have a philosophical truth..."

I laughed, zoning them out. I look at Sam who's got his arm around Hannah, indulged in his conversation with her. I felt the other side of the couch dip, looking over I see Danny leaning against the couch with his arm on the back of it. tbh, I hated parties and stuff, but I love Danny, so it was worth it. Plus josh wouldn't shut up about it. I think he's aware of my crush on his brother from another mother. He always giggles like a little girl when he says Danny's name around me, causing me to blush a little. Danny was the perfect guy, I mean he really is the sweetest.

"Hi Danny," I smile.

"Hey y/n," He smiled back sweetly. "You having fun?"

"I think I'd have a lot more fun if Josh and Jake weren't to bicker with each other," I laughed.

"Me too," He let out a little snort.

I looked at my cup, seeing it was low.

"wanna go with me to the kitchen?" I asked, giving him puppy eyes.

"of course," He got up, holding his hand out to help me up.

We walked across the living room, and into the kitchen. Josh's house had so many twists and turns. (Just imagine the kitchen isn't visible from the lounge room) I opened the fridge, scanning it for another bottle of beer. I grabbed one and turned back to Danny, sitting on counter.

"Here," He said pulling out his bottle opener. "Let me open it."

I handed him the bottle and thanked him. Noticing the little space between us, my face got a little hot. He was slightly in between my legs. He popped the top off and came a little closer, handing it me, then leaning a few inches away from me on the island.

"Thank you Danny," I elongated my sentence. "So how's everything with the new album?"

"Well," He sighed, it's been stressful, you know, there's still a lot to be done. But it'll be worth it in the end.

I tilted my head and smiled, "I'm sure everyone will love it when it's released."

"I hope so," He smiled. "I'm just nervous you know, we haven't put out an album for a moment."

I jumped down from the counter, pulling his hands to be closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his waist and looked up at him.

"Well, you guys are in your primetime," I started "I'm sure you'll have no problem with sales and stuff."

"Thank you y/n," He said, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

We stood there for a second, he grabbed my chin to make me look at him. Looking into his eyes I was immediately put into a trance. His brown eyes stared at me, love and passion filled them, but there was also a certain, spark in him.

"Kiss me," he whispered.

Stretching onto my toes, I press my lips to his softly, putting my hands on either side of his. He grabbed my hips gently, pulling me closer. He moved away, looking into my eyes once again.

"I really like you y/n," He whispered, tp keep the others from hearing.

"I really like you too Danny," I whispered back, smiling.

"Will you, be my girlfriend," He put his hand on his neck.

"of course!" I exclaimed, leaning to hug him again. This time, my arms were on his shoulders. I got butterflies a little when he wrapped his muscled arms around my waist, pulling me up slightly. He kissed me again, this time, we quietly, and slowly lapped at each others tongue. My hand stayed in the back of Danny's hair, scratching and massaging lightly. His hands slowly moved down to grab my ass, he gripped the fat lightly massaging it. He pulled away.

"Bathroom?" He asked, looking into my eyes with lust, and love, nothing but pure passion.

"Yes please," I grabbed his hand, walking further into the hall of Josh's home, getting closer to bathroom. Finally I found, flipping the switch and locking the door after Danny came inside. He grabbed my hips, lifting me up and setting me on the counter. He laid his hands on my thighs and leaned again to kiss me. I rested my hands on his mid back, running my nails along his skin lightly. Our tongue's danced together like flames from a bond fire. His hands moved up to my hips, gripping them somewhat tightly.

His lips trailed to my neck, sucking and biting lightly. I let out a sigh, and he smirked against my neck. My hand went straight to his hair again, locking my fingers in it. Pushing my unbuttoned shirt off of my shoulders, his fingers pulled on the top of my tank top and bra, revealing my nipple piercings. His expression changed completely, he went from passionate and slow, to animalistic eyes, though it was short lived. Rough sex was another kind of sex, for another kind of day. Right now his main focus was making sure that you received only the best treatment. His hand cupped my left boob, as he did the same with the other.

"May I?" He looked up, silently begging you to let him please you.

"Of course Danny," I smiled, flushing a pale red.

His mouth landed around my nipple, his tongue danced around my nipple ever so lightly, his teeth lightly pulled at my piercing. I arched my back, pushing my chest against his face harder. He looked up for a second, before going back to my breasts. He switched to the other nipple, doing the same with that one. I moaned lowly, careful of the others in the house. I pulled his head up, kissing him. My hands tugged at the bottom of his sweater. He pulled away long enough to take off his sweater, and under top. I stared at awe in a second. His happy trail, his biceps. He chuckled a little bit before grabbing my hips and grinding slightly against my core. I moaned again. I unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down. only leaving me in my underwear. Danny pulled me to the edge of the counter. Making sure my pussy was right over the edge. He got on his knees and moved my thong over.

"You're so gorgeous in every aspect y/n," He said making eye contact, while leaving light kisses on the insides of my thighs.

I blushed deeply and thanked him. His fingers delicately moved to my slit, his fingers running between my lips, brushing my bud. I jolted back a bit, not expecting it. I hear him laugh and roll my eyes. He kisses closer to where I wanted him, carefully watching my reaction. His mouth soon pressed against my clit, kissing it. He licks a stripe and then starts to suck on my sensitive bud. My hips lightly rock against his face.

"Oh Danny," I whispered, my mouth hanging open slightly. He hums, vibrating my pussy. His inserts his middle finger slowly, immediately coated in a thin layer of my liquid. His finger curled inside of me, hitting all the right spots. His eyes still watches me intensely, learning my weaknesses. He continues to suck on my clit while he adds a second finger, pumping at a slow, constant pace. I felt a coil rising in my stomach, my breathing got heavy. I panted, lowly cursing. Just as I was about to come he stopped.

"hey," I frowned.

He got off his knees, dusting them off. Smiling at me, he dropped his khaki pants, and his boxers, his dick slapping onto his chest. I gaped at it, it was bigger than I've ever seen. He chuckles.

"What it is it baby," His voice was low, and husky.

"nothing," I blushed and looked down.

"bend over the counter," He said, stroking himself slowly. I got down and bent over, leaving my ass and pussy vulnerable. His hands rubbed softly on my hips and butt, his lips kissing my shoulder.

"If it hurts, or I get too carried away, tell me okay?" His breath fanned into my ear, his eyes looking at me through the mirror. I nodded quickly.

"Let me hear you say it," He said, slapping my ass lightly.

"I will tell you," I said shyly.

"good girl," He praised, I immediately blushed.

He grabbed his dick, rubbing it in between my folds a few times before slowly inserting himself inside. we both sighed at the same timing, Danny's hands gripped my hips, ready to fuck me. He started slowly, with deep thrusts, my tits jiggled lightly. He moved his hand to my throat, his eyes filled with a lust I hadn't seen yet. His hips start moving quickly, his dick hitting my spot continuously, I whimpered lightly.

"fuck y/n," He moaned out "You feel so good,"

"Thank you my love," I moaned back.

He moved at a constant speed, eventually, he was drilling into me, his hand over my mouth to keep the others from hearing my moans. He moved his mouth next to my ear.

"shh baby," He started. "We don't them knowing that I'm fucking your little pussy do you?"

I shook my head, sweat lightly coming out of my face. His hips faltered, I felt that same coil from earlier begin to rise again. Danny quickly moved me to sit on the counter again, hooking his arms under my knees, he thrusted into me again, my body started to shake. Danny was moaning in my right ear, whispering little nothings. My head dropped onto Danny's shoulder, my nails digging into his biceps, I came, his dick sliding out of me, then drilling back into me. With a few more thrusts he pulled out and came on my stomach. Panting heavily, we both smiled at each other like idiots.

"I'm really glad you told me," I smiled.

"I am too," He kissed my forehead, cleaning my stomach off with a little toliet paper. He handed me my clothes, and kissed my lips. He continued to dress himself, admiring me from a few inches away while I also got dressed.

We heard snickering from outside of the bathroom door and immediately I flushed. Our smiles dropped as we stared at each other wide eyed.

"Oh god...," Danny said.

[voca-smut-drabbles]

heyyyy i saw you like doing heat stuff. can i get some heat x amab!reader for teto daina and dex? ty!

Aw yea first request is a fuckin banger. I dunno if you wanted a more rut-like thing for Dex or if you wanted me to go for the omega route, but I opted for the latter. Lemme know if you want something different tho! -The Mod

Dex, Daina, and Teto in heat with an amab/dick-having s/o

Teto:

Teto, being a chimera, had always struggled with her feral instincts during that time of the year. Every time it happened she put herself on lockdown, knowing that if she came across you, she'd lose all control over herself, and she didn't want to hurt you. Every year, a different excuse, the flu, an important project, or something else, she always had to say that she was alright and just needed some time alone. She hated it. Snarling to herself as she paced around her room in a feral trance.

Knock knock knock…

Teto froze, her pupils reduced to slits as she stared down her bedroom door.

“...Teto? Are you there?”

Teto wrapped her imp-like tail and wings around herself as she huddled in the corner opposite to her door, panting in a mix of panic and arousal, she needed to stay calm, but the scent of her partner… her mate… no, she needed to make sure you were safe. “Get out… I don't… want to hurt you…”

Click. Creeaaaak… You peered in, and immediately the strong scent of the chimera’s arousal hit you like a truck, and the same went for Teto and your own scent. She looked almost terrified, her breathing becoming more haggard and full of growls as she dug her claws into the ground and averted her gaze, trying to keep herself from attacking you then and there. “Rrrun… g-get away… please…”

Despite her pleas, you simply got closer, crouching down to her level gently grabbing her chin and guiding it so that she looked you in the eyes. “I’m here to help…”

Immediately Teto pounced, throwing you into her nest of pillows and blankets before kissing you passionately, already rubbing herself against your groin with muffled moans of pure desperation.

You quickly removed your clothes before the chimera had a chance to damage them, but you couldn't say the same for her outfit. Teto swiftly ripped off her clothes, only taking a few moments to get your erection up to full mast before lowering herself onto you. “R-Rah! A-Ahn…!”

Every roll of her hips was punctuated by some kind of growl or whimper of arousal, years of pent up frustration finally being lifted from her shoulders as she sunk down onto your shaft with a shuddery growl of satisfaction.

“Rrgh! H-hah! Ngh! Mrrr…!”

Pulling the chimera down for a kiss, the chimera's scent only intoxicating you further as the two of you rutted into each other. That was all it took for the chimera to reach orgasm, her walls clenching around you in a matter that helped you reach your own, and the two of you let out muffled cries into your passionate lip lock before relaxing to catch your breaths. Teto then wrapped her wings around you, holding you close as she trembled, tears streaming down her face and needless apologies tumbling out of her mouth, you embraced her back, shushing her with a comforting tone.

“It's ok, I’m alright, you didn't hurt me, I'm ok…”

Eventually the chimera calmed down, pulling away to look you in the eye before nuzzling you once again, her rumbling purrs an indication that she had fallen asleep, and a lullaby that lulled you into a peaceful slumber of your own…

Daina:

Daina absolutely hated whenever she went into heat, always feeling so pathetic and helpless compared to her normally energetic, fun-loving self. Not even sleep was an escape, her mind plagued with wet dreams of you railing her senseless. Every moment filled with an unmistakable desire and a burning feeling in her folds.

And then you showed up, knocking on her door and asking if she was ok, but just when you went to open it, she beat you to it, greeting you with a bright red face, airplane ears, and many heavy breaths.

“D-Daina?”

“I'm gonna be real with ya, chief. I'm really not ok right now…”

Immediately your expression changed ever so slightly, your worry swapped with sympathy. You stroked the vixen’s cheek, your pity only strengthening as she practically melted into your petting with a shuddery sigh. She practically dragged you to her bed, clumsily trying to tug down your pants as she did. She didn't put up much of a fight when you turned the tables on her, pinning her down and yanking down her denim jeans and boyshort panties in one fell swoop before reaching down to lightly prod at her clit.

“A-Ah! O-Oh fffuck… ooh… please…”

Daina had always been a bit loud at times, but being a fox, she couldn't help but respond to every little dose of pleasure you gave her with a loud, lewd cry, every moan and keen only acting as more encouragement as you gently fingered her. She then stopped you, grabbing your wrist and looking you in the eyes. “M-more… need more… need you…” heeding Daina’s pleas, you remove your clothes, as well as her remaining articles, before turning her onto her hands and knees and penetrating her with a swift thrust. It didn't take long for you to get Daina crying out your name at the top of her lungs, every little thrust caused her to wail in pleasure and curl her tail around your legs in a desperate attempt to keep you going.

“AHN! HAHH! NGH! D-DON’T STOP! I- AH! PLEASE! F-FUCK ME H-HARDER!”

As you emptied yourself into the vixen, she let out one more caterwaul as you painted her walls white before whimpering and shaking with pleasure as you lovingly shushed her, helping the fox slowly but surely calm down from her climax. “Shhh. Good girl. I got you.”

Eventually her quivering cries faded to whimpers before disappearing all together, and she looked back at you, still panting from exhaustion. “Th-thank you…” you smiled and climbed into bed, the last thing you see before drifting to see being the wagging of your girlfriend’s tail…

Dex:

Dex growled and whimpered to himself, tears of desperation streaming down his face as he rutted himself against the soft pillow beneath him. With each and every thrust he only grew more and more desperate, it wasn't enough. He needed someone, anyone, to come and-

“Dex? Are you alright in there?”

The fur on his tail puffed up, no, he wasn’t alright, but you didn't need to know that. Things would probably get all awkward between you, he didn't want that! “D-Don't come in! I-I’m fine, I promise, I- ngh…”

Ignoring the wolf’s pleas to stay out, you gently opened the door, being greeted by the sight of the wolf desperately trying to cover his naked body with a whimper of fear and shame.

“Aww, Dex…” you whispered, eyes full of empathy as you approached him. “Don't worry, I can help you if you want me to.”

Dex merely looked up at you, but the wagging of his tail and the love-drunk look in his eyes said all you needed to hear. Jerking him off with one hand and scissoring him open with the other, you had Dex crying in pleasure within seconds.

“Ngh! Oh god, please! R-Right there!”

After a bit, you pull away, and Dex whimpers from the sudden loss of contact before yelping with surprise as you flip him onto his back, using the pillow he was previously humping to prop up his rear end. Taking only a brief moment to remove your clothes and cover your cock with lube, you enter the wolf, relishing in the tight warmth enveloping you and the moans of pleasure from your partner, every “Faster!”, “More!”, and “H-Harder!” egging you on even more, and as you empty your load into him, he too climaxes, painting his chest white with a loud howl of pleasure.

The two of you lay there for a bit, trying to catch your breaths, but when you try to leave, you're stopped by Dex wrapping his arms around you, giving you the signature puppy dog eyes and whimper combo that never fails at getting you to stay, and the two of you drift off to sleep in each other's embrace…

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

ALPHA HYBRID!JONGIN X YOU

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Semi-Noncon, breeding, claiming. Both characters are of legal age in this. This does not represent Kim Jongin nor anyone affiliated in any way and is purely a work of fiction. Browse at your own risk, you've been warned.

Request: Your mate Alpha Jongin claims you on a full moon against your will.

Y/n rolled her eyes at the eldest son of the Kims, Jongin, before she sipped on her drink and walked to the other side of the hall where the party was being held. She was only here because her mom forced her to do so, saying the whole family was invited and it'd be rude. The annoyed girl was standing in one of the many big balls of his mansion. And Jongin was so damn cocky, arrogant, proud and fucking smug.

The Kims were an elite wolf hybrid family and Jongin's father was the current mayor of the city. Humans and wolf hybrids coexisted throughout the whole world with almost all the hybrids being elite, the specie almost a class of its own. Currently, Jongin was showing off some project he was working on for the city whilst literally eye fucking Y/n who was the daughter of his father's human bestfriend.

She wondered what girl would fall for him. He was way too fucking over confident in himself and his abilities. The man carried himself like he was above everyone else around him and probably thought that too. How could anyone like him? Ugh. He was too much to bear with.

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"You seemed bored during my speech." Y/n broke out of her trance, jumping a bit when she heard the familiar deep voice behind her. Rolling her eyes she stood up straight now as she was leaning against the railing of one of the many balconies of the mansion, staring at the full moon. "Tsk… isn't this kind of weather cold for you humans? What if you get sick, you foolish little girl…" Before his warm coat was draped over her naked shoulders.

Clenching her fist, the girl turned around to glare up at him. "I am 20! I am not litt-" she stopped abruptly when she came in face to chest contact with the taller, gulping at how he was staring down at her. "J- Jongin…" She whispered, throat dry.

"Hm…?" He casually sounded like he didn't have her trapped against the railing like that. Looking down at her soft curly locks, he softly pushed them out of her pretty face, tucking the strands behind her ear. "Better now that I can see that beautiful face fully."

Y/n felt her legs trembling. She had never been this close to another man let alone Kim fucking Jongin! "Y- Your eyes… t- they're… r- red…" The girl had always found the fact that they could shift into literal wolves terrifying, that was also one of the many reasons she avoided interacting with hybrids as much as she could.

"They are?" Putting his hands on the railing on the Y/n's either sides, the man leaned down and levelled their gazes, staring down at her calmly. He liked how her cheeks were red and pupils shook with fear. Good. "It's a full moon after all. They get like this on such nights. But don't worry, doll. I won't hurt you. I've trained plenty to keep Kai under control. He doesn't bite" before he grinned, his own words contradicting his body because his teeth looked sharper and longer.

"O- Oh alright… I- I'll go then~" shrugging his coat off, the girl tried to escape but oh no.

"Did you think about what I said, little one?" His bigger hand grasped her smaller one before he pulled her right back into him. "My confession… the other day." Jongin raised an eyebrow and spoke before she would try to play dumb. "You're my mate, baby. I need you on these nights… But you're always so busy running away from your Alpha… your mate… your guardian…" His voice was sickeningly low and sweet, plump lips grazing against her cheek. "Your protector and owner."

Angered from his last words, the girl furrowed her eyebrows and glared up at him. "I- I can protect myself just f- fine! Thank you! N- Now let me g- go! I already told you I like someone else! Y- You're a hybrid! I am human! Do you really think I am t- that stupid?! NO. We can't be mates! We are different species!"

The male sighed and shook his head. "Not when you stutter like that. Tsk. You just have to make it so much harder and complicated than it actually is, right? Little brats like you just won't learn until they're taught. And luckily your Alpha is here to teach you all that you need to learn."

Usually, he'd be able to keep his wolf under control much more as well as his anger. But the moon shining so bright right in his face was not helping. And then this little girl right here, huffing so adorably in her top cut low dress was looking so damn beautiful. Her constant denial wasn't helping.

"Thinking your Alpha is a liar…" Throwing her over his shoulder, he smacked her ass. "Tsk. You deserve to be punished harshly for that, my little human" before another smack landed on her ass as the man entered his bedroom, locking the door before he threw her struggling form on the bed.

"L- LET ME GO! Y- YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Before she tried to take her heels off to hit him with that, making him throw his head back and laugh loudly.

"What a pathetic little mate I have!" Smacking her hands out of the way, the man ripped her shoes off before ripping her dress from the bottom all the way up to the top, causing her to squeak and try to hide herself. "Fuck! You're so beautiful, my little mate!" Catching her kick mid-air, the man crawled on top of her and smacked her lips softly before kissing her. "Trying to hurt your Alpha? Bad baby."

Y/n was constantly running her mouth while crying but the Alpha turned a deaf ear to it. "Just give into the way of the moons, my pretty one, you'll be so much better." Trapping her hands that she was continuously hitting him with above her head, the male started kissing her face all over, tasting her tears and getting hard on them. "So good…" Before Jongin pulled her underwear down and gagged her mouth with it, the girl's screams were muffled now.

"You're so pretty with your mouth stuffed by your underwear, baby." Holding her hands tightly in a bruising grip, the hybrid unzipped his pants, holding her thighs open with his knees before his fingers started to rub against her pussy lips, pushing them open and now playing with her folds, making her sensitive body jump up in his chest from the sudden stimulation, her slit leaking.

Jongin chuckled. "You tell me no but your body can't deny me, huh? Seems like it is much more obedient than this dumb little girl here, tsk." Y/n whined and tried kicking her legs when he pinched her pussy lips painfully. "Look at this wet cunt, tsk!" Before he smacked her folds, causing the girl to scream in pain, his cock standing up painfully hard. "You want another man?!" His fingers turned into half claws, voice getting animalistic. "Well too bad the only man that's going to be fucking you and having you is me!"

Y/n's head was pounding. She hated how good and wet she felt. Her entrance was clenching needily, wanting just any object to push in her right now. Even if it was a marker like she had back home. Of course she was naughty. The girl was 20 after all!

"Fuck baby I need you now~" before the Alpha pushed in her unprepared pussy. No marker or even toy would have prepared for this. Jongin's knot was fucking huge! The human's eyes widened and mouth fell open, her body jerking when he instantly hit her g-spot, not being able to hold back especially because of the full moon and going berserk, thrusting his whole thick knot in and out of her, snapping his fists rapidly.

"You like this baby?! You're inviting me further and further in like you love it!" Pinching her nipples, the man started to suck and bite at her tits, sucking wherever his lips touched and covering her in hickies. "Fuck baby! You're so fucking warm and tight!" He loved the smell of her purity coating his cock, balls upping in without any effort.

"You deny me like that but your body says yes. You're mine after all! And I'll rightfully fucking claim you as such!" Y/n felt her body submit more and more, eyes falling shut as she tried to breathe through her nose because her whole underwear was stuffed in her mouth.

"Tsk… you're blushing in pleasure… look at this naughty fucking girl!" Before he kissed her lips harshly, biting at them before he guided his hand back to her pussy, rubbing at her clit with his thumb while going faster and faster, licking at her dripping sweat. "You like it, Princess?! You like being forced to lay under your Alpha?! Tsk. I should have known! Little girls like you end up being the most desperate whores!"

Letting go of her hands, the man grabbed her jaw and moved her face, licking at the marking point, the junction between her shoulder and neck before he bit down hard, drawing blood out while she screamed and started to squirt, feeling her pussy spasm as her hands gripped his shoulders, shaking.

"I am going to fill your adorable little tummy with my pups. You'd like that, won't you, baby?" Jongin licked at the fresh claim mark on her skin, starting to fill her with his cum before hitting it up her g-spot repeatedly, Y/n's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she gripped his shoulders, trembling under him.

"Tell me how you feel, my pretty human…" The hybrid male husked before he pulled the underwear out of her mouth and kissed her passionately. His hands groped her perfect skin as he stopped thrusting, still letting his cock rest in her, balls deep.

"A- Alpha… Alpha please f- fill my tummy…" She finally submitted, sobbing. "I- I am sorry…" He was right. She could feel it now after being touched and claimed like this. "Y- You were r- right… I- I can feel it… I only w- want you… P- Please fill my tummy with your puppies…" Jongin smiled and kissed her tears.

"Good girl."

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This is a pretty old request I found laying around along some others. I don't even have the actual request anymore so I made up a summary of the events that unfold.

[the-sympathetic-villain]

Lullaby of Woe

AO3

Angst Prompt - "Of all the times to tell me, why now?" - Any pairing From @crazydemigod666 on Tumblr

@crazydemigod666 Psst you sent this ask to my main but I don’t really post my writing there, so I’m posting it here. Hope you don’t mind ;) Also, though very different in tone, this actually reminded me of your own Jolly Sailor Bold as I was writing it in a lot of ways lol so I hope you enjoy!

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Description: Feeling unwanted, Patton climbs up to the deck of their ship to get some fresh air when the voice of a siren comes calling.

Also, there's a song in this one. I modified the lyrics, but the song is "Lullaby of Woe" - Ashley Serena and you can listen to it here if you'd like.

Word Count: 2104

Pairings: Logicality

Characters: Patton, Logan

Warnings: Major Character Death (Ambiguous, honestly its entirely up to how you interpret it), Angst with an ambiguous ending, Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of neglect, Mentions of cheating, Past toxic relationship, Mentions of food insecurity, Touch starvation, Hypnosis-like trance, Brief Suicidal ideation, Crying, (Let me know if I need to add anything!)

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    Patton had a problem.

    The crew hadn't been able to look him in the eye for over a fortnight, even though he could feel the pity in his stares as he milled about the deck without purpose. At any other point in his life, he would have been deeply ashamed, but he was nearly too tired to care now. The captain had notified him that his rations had been cut. He'd been told it was a temporary measure, but Patton knew better. The captain was starving him off the ship.

    The wind nipped at his arms as Patton nimbly topped the ladder to the upper deck. Moonlight pooled on the polished wood, lighting his way as he strode through the darkness. He moved confidently, though he felt himself nearly stumbling and losing his footing with the sharp rocking of the ship. The weakness was getting to him. He knew he shouldn’t be up in the open air as the boat rocked in the wind. One swift wind could blow him overboard and he'd be gone forever, but he couldn’t bear another minute of listening to the crew's whispers.

    His heart was broken enough already. He'd thought the captain loved him. When they met, Patton’s body and soul had felt like fire. In a flurry of passion, Patton had dropped his comfortable life to follow the man he'd loved across the sea and it had been the thrilling journey of his life. Flowing from adventure to adventure, the pure excitement and adrenaline had lit up his world and blinded him to the fire that had begun to eat him up inside.

    Only now, as Patton staggered to the bow of ship, did he realize how much he'd withered away to make way for the man who claimer to love him. Mere embers of the previous flame remained in Patton’s heart as the captain drifted into the arms of new lovers, his loyalty already fickle and fading before Patton was even gone.

    Patton sucked in a sob as he lurched forward, nearly tumbling over the ship's railing as a sudden wave jarred the ship. His white knuckles gripped the wood on instinct as he sunk to his knees. A soundless cry escaped him as he collapsed to the floor and tears flowed freely down his face in silent grief.

    The pain in his chest was nearly unbearable as Patton lost himself staring into the black water of the sea below, mesmerized by the swirling vortexes as he desperately pushed away darker thoughts. He had no idea how long he sat there, silently sobbing as the moon moved across the sky, but it seemed like only moments before an unnerving melody floated through the air.

    Fishes asleep among the weeds,

    Patton’s head shot up at the sound the unfamiliar voice echoing eerily across the open deck. His knees curled to his chest as his eyes darted through the darkness, searching for the source of the voice.

    Waves all a swaying in the breeze,

    “Who’s there?”

    Patton shivered as he raised his head to get a better view of the deck below. Unable to spot anyone, he cautiously reached up to the railing to pull himself upright and listen to the voice continue.

    But one soul lies anxious, wide awake,

    Fearing no manner of ghouls nor wraiths.

    Patton jumped, spinning on his toes as the last line finished directly behind his ear. His shoulders spun clumsily as he stumbled away from the bow of the ship, landing on the ground with a thud as he turned to stare at the beast balancing on the bowsprit of the ship.

    The creature stood on two feet and Patton could nearly have mistaken him for a man a man, if not for the pallid color of his skin and haunting blue glow of his eyes. The specter glided forward with an unearthly grace, balancing on the narrow bow of the ship as it rocked chaotically in the wind.

    “Do not scream.” The man purred as he dropped silently on the deck. “Lest you condemn the rest of your friends to share your fate.”

    A grimace curled on Patton’s lips at the statement and he resigned himself to quietly edging closer the railing behind him.

    “Oh, not friends then.”

    The beast cooed under his breath as he leaned forward to loom over Patton.  Adrenaline rushed through his veins as the creature slowly kneeled in front of him and raised a hand to his face. Patton flinched as cold fingers brushed along his jaw and guided his chin up until he was staring into the ice-cold eyes of the man above him.

    “Relax.”

    Patton felt the tension in his body disappear as the dulcet tones of the man's voice lulled him into complacency. His vision blurred as he tried to stay focused on the man’s face, but as he was pulled to his feet, only one thought rang out in his mind.

    He's…pretty.

    The beast's calming voice continued to fill the air with a lilting melody as he smiled crowded Patton against the railing.

    Don’t dare let him tremble,

    For the witcher, heartless and cold,

    Paid in coin of gold,

    He comes and goes and he'll leave not behind,

    Subtle chills tingled across Patton’s skin at the man's power. He knew fear should be gripping his heart, but he couldn’t help but his starstruck smile as the man lips curled into a sharp-toothed grin.

    but heartache and woe,

    Deep, deep woe.

    Patton’s breath caught in his throat as his waist caught the railing. His balance wavered as the momentum nearly sent him tumbling into the dark water below, but an iron grip caught his collar.

    Deep, deep woe.

    The man’s deep voice resonated against Patton’s chest and he finished its last note, drawing Patton’s attention back to his mesmerizing eyes.

    “Are you afraid?”

    Patton sucked on his lip as he stared into the icy look of the man’s eyes. His heart slowed as the air shifted blinked his shock up at the man in front of him.

    “Please, I'll do anythi—”

    “Young one, be at peace. Fearing me is a waste of your energy.”

    A raspy breath escaped Patton’s parted lips as the beast's hand passed over his jaw to curl around the back of his neck. Instinctively, he started to flinch away, but the monster caught him.

    “Why do you allow yourself to wither, human?”

    Patton sucked on his lip as his skin tingled like wildfire from the man’s icy touch. He hated to admit it, even to himself, but it'd been a long time since he'd been touched with such gentleness. The sense of danger radiating off the man in front of him should have made him quiver with fear, but instead he felt himself leaning into the unfamiliar comfort with a quiet sob.

    “Hush now. You no longer need to suffer.”

    Scaled fingers slipped through Patton’s hair as the pale beast comforted him. The walls which he’d built around his heart came crashing down and his feelings escaped him in a subdued mourning.

    “That’s all you really wanted. Isn’t it? To be needed?”

    Patton’s grip tightened on the man's flowing silk shirt as a soft whisper escaped him. “I don’t want to be a burden.”

    “I've been watching you since your ship left the port nearly a full moon ago. The effort you extend to for the benefit of the others aboard this vessel is nothing less than commendable.” The beast’s breath passed through Patton’s hair like a soft wind as his fingertips brushed Patton’s cheek. “You are not simply a weight to the man who scorns your love.”

    The man’s soothing voice resonated from his chest as Patton timidly tipped his head up to him.

    “W-who are you?”

    “My name is of no consequence,” The man’s whispered, though he seemed to immediately correct himself as he noted Patton’s disappointment. “Though you may call me Logan, if your heart desires.”

    “Logan—” Patton breathed as he lifted his head. “—you've been watching me?”

    “With deep interest, my dearest. You are too delectable to be wasted on someone who does not appreciate you.” Logan’s sharp-toothed grin grew wider as his thumb brushed Patton’s cheek. “Your scent is absolutely dizzying.”

    “T-that can't be true.”

    “Oh?” The siren's pale fingers trailed down Patton’s jaw, letting out a melodic chuckle as Patton sighed at the touch. “And why is that, my lovely?”

    Patton’s face twisted in disgust and he started to pull away. “I'm—I'm not—”

    Logan’s hands caught Patton’s waist, eliciting a gasp as he effortlessly lifted Patton and placed him on the railing of the rocking ship. He moved forward, standing between  Patton’s legs as his piercing, blue eyes locked onto Patton.

    “Not what, darling?”

    “N-not special.” Patton whispered quietly, suddenly entranced by the mesmerizing glimmer in Logan’s eyes.

    “It truly is a crime that any man was able to convince you of that.”

    Patton blinked in disbelief as the siren curled a finger under his chin, lifting his gaze. “What?”

    “Your soul leaves a sweet scent in the air that only a fool would neglect to savor.” Logan whispered, sending pleasant chills down Patton’s spine as his other hand slipped around Patton’s waist. “My dearest, you are a gift to this world that has kept my eye for thrice the time it's taken for the dark moon to turn bright in the sky.”

    “If—If you've been watching me—” Patton started after a moment of silence, shaking as he reached up to grip Logan’s wrist. “Then, of all times to tell me, why now?”

    The siren was silent as his piercing eyes bore into Patton, sending a heated wave of adrenaline through him as another wave crashed against the side of the ship. Logan’s grip tightened on Patton’s waist as sea's mist filled the air.

    “I think you know why I have approached you.”

    “Y-you're a siren.” Patton whispered as he nervously clung to the railing.

    “Come away with me, darling.”

    “They—” Patton swallowed the lump in his throat as he turned his head away from the dangerous look in Logan’s eyes. “The sailors say that those who are taken away by sirens are never heard from again.”

    Logan remained quiet for a moment before raising a hand to wipe the tears from Patton’s cheek. “You will not be missed by the men on this ship.”

    Patton sucked in a breath as though he'd been struck in the stomach. “I—I know, but—”

    “Hush, now. Do not be afraid.” Logan whispered as tears brimmed in Patton’s eyes. “Do you have loved ones on the land?”

    “No,” Patton breathed as an emptiness filled his chest. “I am alone.”

    “Then what do you live for, dearest?”

    Patton started to shake as tears streamed down his face. “I—I don’t know anymore.”

    “Then tell me, my love.” Logan whispered as he curled a finger around Patton’s chin to lift his head up. “What risk is there in leaving with me?”

    “I'm not ready to die."

    Logan's sharp teeth glistened in the moonlight as he leaned into Patton’s ear. “Who said anything about dying?”

    Patton blinked, still in disbelief as he sputtered out a response. “Are you going to hurt me?”

    “Will you take the risk to find out?”

    Patton sucked in a breath as he stared into Logan’s blue eyes. His heart pounded in his chest as he balanced on the railing of the ship, teetering above the dark waters above.

    “O-okay.”

    Logan leaned in closer with a knowing grin. “You have to tell me what you want, love.”

    “Take me away, p-please.”

    Logan's unearthly grin widened as Patton curled into his chest. “As you wish, darling.”

    A hum started deep in Logan's chest, soothing Patton’s uneven breathing as he continued his song.

      The waves are silent for the night,

      All matter turned in as daylight dies,

      But one soul lies anxious wide awake,

      My dear darling Patton, shut your eyes,

      Lie still, lie silent, utter no cries.

    The world around Patton seemed became blurry as the siren’s song lulled him into a deep trance. His skin tingled with a pleasant vibration as the soft sound of Logan’s voice filled his ears. Deep in a stupor, he barely noticed as they dropped into the dark waters below. The moonlight faded as they disappeared beneath the surface, but Logan’s voice still echoed beautifully in his mind.

    Beware of the man who covets your soul,

    He'll chop you and slice you,

    Cut and he'll dice you,

    Eat you up whole,

    Eat you whole,

    All while he sings to you,

    he lullaby of deep, deep woe.

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storms w/sugawara

hey guys, i'm back with another story featuring sugawara (aka. my fuckin cinnamon apple)!! this was requested by a lovely anon and i'm so glad i got this request bc suga is my favorite (wow tell us something we don't know). this one's for you anon, i hope you all enjoy!! i kinda hate the ending though so bear with me

- arson >:)

sugawara x gn reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: very slightly suggestive moment, but it's all fluffy otherwise ;)

also before this starts: cerounophile = lover of thunderstorms

thunderstorms have always been something you’ve adored. even when you were little, and most other kids in your class ducked under tables, trying to hide away from the loud crashes and rumbles, you always sat there, staring starry-eyed out the window of your classroom. to you, there’s no better feeling than grabbing a blanket and curling up near the window to revel in the beautiful display of nature, and every time you hear that familiar boom, you feel at home.

It was a saturday evening, and you sat in your living room mindlessly flitting through the channels on your tv, when you felt your phone vibrate. your reach into the pocket of your boyfriend’s oversized hoodie and smile upon checking the notification:

[koushi <3: just picked up dinner, be home in ten ;)]

[can't wait :))] you respond.

just as you rise to go set the table, a weather alert pops up on the tv:

BREAKING NEWS: SEVERE THUNDERSTORM EXPECTED AROUND 7PM IN MIYAGI PREFECTURE, ALL CITIZENS ENCOURAGED TO SAY INSIDE

while most would see this as an inconvenience, that starry-eyed look returns to your face. completely forgetting about the table, you dash up to your bedroom and look out the window. a billow of cumulonimbus clouds has already started to form. you hastily open the closet door, searching for the warmest blanket you can find. pillows are thrown off of the bed and onto the floor near the bean-bag chair you oh-so-elegantly dragged near your window.

everything was set. pillows fluffed, blanket retrieved, and the rain had already started to fall. you plopped down on the bean-bag and curled up in the blanket. there was a childlike wonder about your face and you were so giddy you could barely sit still.

the rain was coming down hard now, and you began to feel a little worried. suga wasn’t home yet, and it had already been 15 minutes. but as soon as you heard that familiar rumble, you fell into your ceraunophilic trance once again, and all of your worries melted away.

just then, the sound of keys rattling filled the lower level of your house, as a very wet suga walked in.

“damn, it’s really coming down out there,” suga whispered to himself as he hastily made his way inside your home, observing his now soaked clothes.

“y/n i'm back, and i got your favorite!!” he shouted in a sing-songy voice.

his calls fell on deaf ears however, your focus was elsewhere, the storm capturing you in your little world.

“babe?” he questioned, worry piquing his voice, “i’m home, so come on down, the food is getting cold!!”

no response.

they probably just have their headphones on full blast again. he thought to himself.

koushi set the food down and discarded his shoes at the doorstep before heading to the upstairs bedroom. he expected to see you wildly dancing to whatever music filled your ears, but what he was met with an almost pitch black room- the only light coming from a small lantern next to the beanbag chair and the open window.

he knocked twice on the door, finally managing to break you from your trance.

“koushi!” you exclaimed, “you’re home!”

“yeah, i have been for like 5 minutes now dummy,” he chuckled.

“oh, sorry,” you laughed, a bit embarrassed, “but holy shit you’re soaked!”

“yeah it’s raining like crazy out there and i didn’t bring my umbrella, or raincoat today,”

“well hurry up and dry off honey, you’re gonna miss it,” you said, turning your attention back to the window again.

he cocked his head questioningly, “miss what?”

“just go,” you pushed. he put his hand up in surrender and compiled.

koushi began to undress, taking off his work shirt and placing it on a drying rack in the corner of your bedroom. you found yourself sneaking quick looks at him. his toned, slender frame never failing to captivate you. you tried to be discreet, but you were full on staring now, gawking at him like a kid in a candy store.

he moved to the drawers to find a t-shirt, but felt a pair of eyes boring into him. he turned his head a bit only to see you quickly shift your attention back to the window, trying to act like you weren't just ogling his abs just then.

“see something you like?” he smirked, “take a picture love, it’ll last longer.”

“just go dry off,” you said dismissively, trying to hide your embarrassment.

his honeyed laughter rang through your bedroom and he gathered the last of his clothes and went to the bathroom in search of a towel. you smiled to yourself, rolling your eyes as your attention turned back to the window.

a short time later, the smell of something absolutely delicious filled your nose. you quickly turned to see sugawara with an assortment of takeout boxes and utensils in his hands.

“i got your favorite,” he smiled, setting everything down in front of you.

thanking him, you begin practically tearing open the boxes taking some for yourself and passing some to koushi, excited to eat the meal with him.

as soon as you both were settled, he spoke up, “so, what’d you say i was going to miss?”

BOOM

immediately after he spoke, the loudest thunderclap you had ever heard roared in both of your ears and a bold streak of lighting lit up the whole neighborhood.

you and koushi, shocked looks plastered on your faces, turned to each other.

“that.” you remarked.

you both laughed at that little comment and the silly looks on each other’s faces, and settled back down in the beanbag chair to eat your meal.

thunder continued to roar outside. droplets of rain collected on the glass of your bedroom window, sliding off of it in haphazard streaks. lightning strikes every now and then, illuminating the world for a brief moment. you watched the extravagant display with pure awe in your eyes, unable to peel away from it.

but koushi... he spent his time staring at you, his eyes fixed on your exhilarated expression. he watched as the shadows of the raindrops cast on your face, he gazed at your smile, that seemed impossibly big, impossibly bright. and when the lighting struck, illuminating your features for that brief moment, you looked so… beautiful. so impossibly ethereal. like mother nature herself shone a spotlight directly on your face. he swore he had never seen something so beautiful in his life.

you tried your best to pay full attention to the storm, but the gaze boring into you was a bit distracting.

a smirk quirked on your lips as you faced him, leaning in so that you faces were millimeters apart,

“take a picture love, it’ll last longer.”

now it was his turn to turn away, flustered.

you giggled at his embarrassment relishing in the pink tint that now decorated his face.

“i hate you,” he joked, joining you in your laughing fit.

“no you don’t,” you countered, playfully swatting his shoulder.

there was a moment of air before you felt koushi’s delicate fingers caress your chin, gently tilting your face up towards his.

“you’re right, i don’t,” he whispered, bringing you even closer, “in fact- you’re the very thing i love most in this world.”

koushi’s lips brushed against yours for a moment and you looked up into his eyes. there was nothing but pure adoration gazing back at you. he meant every word- he does love you, and the kiss you then shared proved it. there was so much passion and tenderness behind the moment your lips locked. so much devotion and warmth, neither of you could help but melt into it, wanting to further lose yourselves in each other’s embrace.

however, the lack of oxygen made itself apparent and you had to pull away from each other, breathless and giddy.

koushi breathily chuckled as you reached out and held his face, brushing the mole that adorned his left cheek. giving him the same adoring gaze he flashed you not moments ago.

so cute, he thought to himself kissing your palm in return.

koushi’s arm found purchase around your waist pulling you into his chest. his heart jumped against your ears, the pace of his heartbeat slowing to match yours; your heartstrings strumming a melody only you two would ever hear. and you spent the rest of the night like this, bathing in each others’ warmth until your eyelids went heavy and you were both lulled to sleep by the sound of the roaring thunder.

[saelwen]

Maglor x Shy!Reader

Request by a lovely anon:  Hello! First I loved your chapter of Pure Blood, amazing as always💞 Second, can I request a smut first time with Maglor and fem! Reader, where reader is kinda shy? I love all of your smuts😅

Warnings: Angst, smut, fluff

Words: 2, 267

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A/n: So i decided to make the reader plus size. I hope you don’t mind.

A relief sigh fell from your lips as you sit by the riverbank, delighted that you finally could be in this quiet place all by yourself.

You hate crowds of people, you always had. It made you feel dizzy and breathless, feeling they judging gaze on you since you aren't like the other beautiful elven maidens. Tall, slim, and with perfect heart shape face and sweet pouty lips.

No, you were the opposite of that.

You are small with extra curves. You have a round face shape and your lips were excessively plump for an elf. Your mother was always making snarky comments about your fatness, telling the servants to put less food on your plate to see if you lose weight. But your older sister is way worse than your mother, always introducing you to the other Lords and Ladies as the black sheep of the family. It was because of that, that you stop going to the feasts and found that quiet spot by the riverbank.

The smooth sound of the water stream made your all body and mind relax, forgetting all the madness of your family and the cruel world. You rest your back on the tree behind and close your eyes, focusing on the beautiful sound around you.

Suddenly, you heard soft footsteps beside you. Your eyes shot open and you saw the one and only, Prince Maglor.

"Oh? I'm sorry if I have disturbed you, My Lady." He says as he sees you sitting against an old tree.

You quickly stood up and bow very awkwardly to him, your cheeks burning like the flames of Aulë forges. "M-My Prince!... N-No, you didn't disturb me. Huh... I was about to leave actually." You shutter.

He looks down at you with his perfect brow lift, seeing through your lies. "You don't need to leave just because I'm here, My Lady." He says with a delicate voice. "Actually, I would love that you stayed here with me. I need someone to judge the new songs that I created." He sits down and puts his harp on his lap.

You stayed there awkwardly, swaying on your feet. You didn't know what to respond to that, you aren't good with people especially with royal ones.

Maglor looks up to your in curiosity and pats the green grass beside him. "Come. Sit and relax, My Lady." He says with a soft smile.

Swallowing hard, you sit beside him very ungracefully. You look down to your hands, playing with the hem of your dress. Maglor grab his harp and began playing a soft melody, his slender fingers brushing the thin strings carefully. He took a deep breath and began to sing.

His voice was something that you had never heard before. It was full of passion and fire. You have heard that Maglor had a beautiful voice but you thought that was only your sister being exaggerated.

You find yourself humming softly with him, your mind was clear and your body relaxed which was strange since you are in the presence of a Prince.

When he finished, he put down his harp and grins excitedly to you, his dark blue eyes glittering in mischief. "Well? Did you like it?" He asked.

You took a moment to return from your trance. Blinking a few times, you look back to him and smile shyly. "Yes, My Prince... It was very beautiful."

He grins widely and rests his back against the tree. "You know... You have a beautiful voice. We could do a duet together!" He says in excitement.

You shook your head quickly and gasp. "No!" You yelp, making Maglor look at you in confusion. You push an h/c lock behind your pointy ear and clear your throat. "W-What I mean is... that I'm not very good with crowds and singing is not a talent I have." You whisper.

Maglor frowns and looks at you carefully. "I found that very hard to believe, My Lady." He says. "A beautiful elleth like you must be the jewel of a feast and when you joined while I was singing... it was beautiful."

You blush violently with his words and look away, trying to hide your face from him. "Excuse me for saying this, My Prince... but you must be blind." You say quietly, scared that you maybe have offended him.

Maglor tilts his head and frowns. "Why would you say that?" He asked.

You bit your lip and take a deep breath. "Because... Because I'm not beautiful, My Prince." Your voice trembles as you say those words, trying to fight the tears from falling.

You have been bullied your all life by your own family. You don't have any self-love, every time you look in a mirror, you only see an ugly fat elleth.  So, it's hard to believe his words especially when it's the first time you have heard those words.

You feel a large soft hand cupping your soaked cheek and a thumb cleaning your tears away. Looking up, you see Maglor gazing at you with concern.

"Don't cry, My Lady." He whispers. "I've noticed you a few times in some feasts. Always wearing a simple dark red gown with a simple necklace and hair down. Every time I saw you, I thought 'She is a rare elleth.'" He smiles softly at you and grabs your hand. "Do you know why?" You shook your head, sniffing quietly. "You have something that every elleth would die to have... a natural beauty."

Your eyes widen and more tears fall down your eyes. He might be lying but you want so bad to hear those words, to feel beautiful.

"You don't need jewels or expensive gowns to make you beautiful, My Lady." He whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

You clean your tears and smile at him. "Thank you... Thank you so much."

After that day, you two have been meeting in secret there. Maglor would always bring his harp and play it softly while you hum a soft melody. Sometimes you two would just relax and share stories or things you both have in common which both you hate attending feasts.

One day, Maglor had sent you a letter to meet him at midnight by the riverbank. You thought it was weird since you both made a deal to meet always in the evening. Wrapping a dark cloak around you, hiding your nightgown from preying eyes, and walk out from your house.

When you got to the riverbank, Maglor was already there waiting for you. A serious look on his face as he watches the water stream flow gently.

"Maglor." You whisper as you sit beside him.

He looks to you and smiles widely. "Y/n." He greets.

"What's so urgent that it couldn't wait for tomorrow?" You asked.

He took a deep breath and whisper something under his breath like he was trying to get the courage for something. Clearing his throat, Maglor turns to you and grabs your hands with his.

"Y/n...Since the day I first saw you, I knew that I would never see a woman as beautiful as you." He pauses for a moment, his deep blue eyes fixed on yours. "I-I'm not very good with this but... Would you make my dreams come true and court me?" His eyes shined like two big stars, filled with hope and fear at the same time.

You were speechless for a while. Shocked that someone like him would want you to be his. You definitely have feelings for him even when you tried to bury them since you thought that Maglor would only see you as a friend.

"You don't need to accept-"

"Yes!" You cut him off with a big smile. "Million yes!"

You see a tear fall down his eye and a relief sigh fell from his lips. "Thank you Eru." He whispers to himself as he pulls you into a warm embrace. He kisses your both cheeks and then gives a small, shy kiss on your lips. "You make me so happy, Nin mel."

You giggle and kiss him back, feeling brave for a second. "And so do you." You whisper, seeing how beautifully the moonlight fell on his raven black hair and his pearly white skin.

You cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing his cheekbone. You feel his warm hands moving to your waist, pulling you into his lap as he leans down for another kiss but this one was full of passion and lust. You moan into the kiss, letting your hands roam freely, exploring his strong chest and arms.

Maglor gently removes your cloak, goosebumps spread through your skin as the cool air of night kiss your feverish skin.

"Maglor..." You whimper, feeling a massive tent between your legs.

"What is it, Nin mel?" He asked as he moves his lips to your neck, nibbling the skin there.

"More... I-I want more..." You moan as you tried to remove his shirt.

He helps you and throws his shirt to where your cloak was. "Your wishes are my command, Nin mel." with that, he pulls the ribbon of your nightgown and removes it from you, making you bare to his eyes. "Beautiful..." He murmured in awe.

You tried to hide your breasts but Maglor stopped you. "Don't! You are beautiful, Y/n. Don't you ever try to hide your beauty."

You nod slowly, feeling overwhelmed by all his sweet words. He leans down and began kissing a trail towards the valley between your breasts. His kisses making your blood boil with need. You feel his hands wandering to your plump thighs, grabbing gently the extra meat there and moaning against your skin.

"Your body is soft... I love it." He whispers as he captures your nipple with his mouth, giving a hard suck.

You arch your back and moan loudly, forgetting that you both are outside and that someone could see them at any moment. You put your hand on his head, grabbing a fistful of his silky black hair, and push him more into my chest.

"Ahh...Maglor..." You mewl, drunk by the feeling of his mouth on you.

His kisses began moving down to your soft belly, his soft lips caress all your extra curve with such passion. He was worshipping your body as it belongs to a Goddess.

He pushes your legs apart and nests between them, resting the back of your knees on his shoulders. His deep blue eyes fixed on yours as he leans down and kisses the space between your thigh and your soaked lips. A lewd whimper fell from your lips and you rock your hips a little, trying to get his mouth directly into your core.

"Maglor...Please!" You plead, your eyes were almost black with lust.

He nods and starts kissing and licking your wet slit, sucking gently your swollen clit. Moans, whimpers, and pleads fell from your lips while Maglor feast between your legs like a mad man. This was your first time and you should be afraid but something in Maglor made you feel safe like he would never let something happen to you.

He pushes one slender finger inside your channel, making you gasp in surprise. He looks up, his eyes asking if you were okay. You nod and smile softly, gasping for air as his finger began doing the come hither motion.

You could feel your orgasm coming close and you knew that Maglor could feel it too. He took his finger out and stood between your legs on his knees. You blush immensely as he licks your nectar from his finger and hums in pleasure.

"True nectar from the Gods." He says as he leans down and captures your lips in a deep kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck and moan softly as you taste yourself on his tongue. Maglor grabs his shaft with his hand and rubs gently against your soaked sex, lubricating his member with your juices.

He pulls away from the kiss and looks into your eyes. "Are you sure about this?" He asked in a quiet voice, fear of being rejected lingering behind his mind.

You swallow loudly and nod, smiling sweetly at him. "Yes, my love... I'm absolutely sure about this."

He chuckles and nods. Positioning his shaft at your entrance, he began pushing inside slowly, careful to not hurt you too much. You hiss and claw his back with your nails, taking a deep breath, and trying to relax as much you could.

"That's it, Y/n...Relax..." He whispers against your ear. "Oh, Eru... you feel so good, Nin mel."

You whimper and bit your lower lip, the pain had begun to vanish and pleasure took over your body. You squeeze tightly your velvet walls around his member, making him moan loudly in surprise.

Maglor begins thrusting harder, shaking your all body. His left hand grabs yours and put beside your head on the cool grass, intertwining your fingers together while his right hand grabs tightly your hips.

Sweet nothings fell from his lips while you moaned his name into the cool night. The lewd sounds from your bodies echoed through the calm waters of the river and the moon bathe you two with her silver light.

"I-I love you, Y/n.... I love you so fucking much, Nin mel." Maglor whispers.

Tears of joy fall from your eyes, feeling so happy and so loved. You pull him into a deep kiss and rest your forehead against his.

"I love you too, My Prince." you whisper back.

The two of you make love the rest of the night, surrounded by the sound of the river and illuminated with moonlight.

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Thin White Lies: A Nick Scratch Imagine

Request from @qveenmikaelson​: Heyy It’s Me Again 😂 . Could I Request A Nick Imagine From CALM . If You Don’t Mind Could You Do Thin White Lies 🙃 💜 P.s I’ll Be Back With More Request From CALM 😂😂 Bc You’re A Very Good Writer So It’s Already Hard For Me To Just Choose One 😭

Prepare for angst! Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x 

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Thin White Lies

I don't feel your love But I don't ask too many questions The words, they are too much When you show me my reflection If there was one thing that Nick Scratch was sure of, it was that he was head over heels in love with Y/N Y/L/N. Pure, passionate, fiery, unrequited love. It was a shame he wasn’t so sure she felt the same way. In fact, he knew she didn’t, having finally plucked up the courage to tell her only a week ago.  

There had been silence after his confession, which he knew meant that she was finding the words to let him down gently. He had told her that it didn’t matter, and she was quick to leave, guilt coating her goodbye, her apology that slipped from her lips before she closed the door. 

Nick didn’t want to know why, couldn’t quite believe it after he had been so convinced she felt the same. He knew then that he had made mistakes, taken her smiles from across the room for so much more than they were, the way she took his hand as so much more than the comforting gesture that she had intended it to be.   

And now, a week on, he was still telling himself he was an idiot for ever believing that someone like her could love someone like him. He looked at himself in the mirror, at the reflection of a man he hated, and wiped away the tears from his eyes. It was time to face Y/N for the first time he had told her how he felt, and he wasn’t entirely sure he was ready for it. When the sun goes down, we all get lonely Watch me as I disappear These empty sounds and endless stories So tell me what I wanna hear (Thin white lies)

Nick had arranged to meet her at Dorian’s that evening, having received a note from her asking to talk to him. On his way there, he stopped for a moment, watching the sun set behind the clouds that hovered over Greendale. He envied it, wanting to disappear, for everyone to forget about him for a while, just until he could forget about what had happened between him and Y/N.  

When he walked into the bar and saw her sitting at one of the tables, all the breath was knocked out of him. She hadn’t noticed him yet, and she was staring into her drink, her eyes, those stunning eyes that he had often got lost in, hidden from him. He remembered the last time he had seen them, the pity in them almost killing him.  

Y/N looked up and a small, sad smile greeted him as she locked onto him. He tried to return the gesture, trying and failing as the commotion of Dorian’s faded into nothingness, the night where he had probably ruined his friendship with Y/N playing over and over in his mind.   

All he wanted was for her to tell him she loved him, and yet, he knew, that wasn’t going to happen. It was time to accept it, and move on. Killin' me slow with the words you wrote The heart you broke, the heart you broke, yeah Callin' my name, I don't wanna stay But I'm wide awake, I'm wide awake (Thin white lies)

“You came.” The gratitude in her voice was already enough to kill him, already enough to make him turn around and leave. But he couldn’t do that, not to her, not when she was probably hurting just as much as him. He didn’t want to stay, didn’t want to hear her explain what he already knew, but he had to. He loved her and he couldn’t hurt her, not when she needed him to hear the truth.

He didn’t say anything, just sat down, trying to avoid her eyes.

“Nick, I need you to look at me.” The way she said his name was enough to make all his plans fall to ruins. He looked at her, feeling his heart shatter, tears already threatening to fall. This was by far the hardest thing he had ever done, and that was saying something.

More silence from him, a flicker in his eyes giving Y/N the permission she needed.

“Nick, what you told me, about you, you know. It threw me, it scared me. I-” Nick resisted every urge to place his hand on her shoulder when she put her head in her hands, the image of her in pain enough to snap him out of his trance, out of his state of misery.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You don’t have to explain.”

She looked up at him again, and Nick was surprised to see that she was the one crying this time.

“Yes, yes I do.”

Just one more taste of you, my love (Thin white lies) Killin' me slow with the words you wrote The heart you broke, the heart you broke, yeah

“Nick, when I first met you, it was really easy to fall for you. Really easy, and I did. I fell really hard. And then, you know, I accepted that you weren’t going to feel the same way about me. So I moved on, and well, the thing is, I’ve been seeing someone. I really like him, and I can see myself being happy with him. And then you came out with that, and it really confused me. I’m sorry. It’s just, I need some time.”

Nick felt his heart break with every word, letting it sink in that had he told Y/N how he felt sooner, she would have told him she loved him back. He wasn’t in control of his actions as he put his hand on hers, savouring the feeling of her skin on his.

“Take all the time you need, Y/N. I’ll wait. And if you decide that I’m not the one for you, then that’s okay. I’m still going to be in your life.”

Nick Scratch placed a kiss on Y/N Y/L/N’s cheek, letting his lips linger as his hand slid off hers. He stood, looking down at her, at the girl he loved, who might, just might have been in love with him, as he said his goodbye.

He didn’t say what he wanted to.

Her choice would already be hard enough without the reminder that he loved her.

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nAdDy sEnpAi if you’re still doing ikevamp matchups, could you do mine pleaseee 👉🏼👈🏼, school’s been really hectic and i need a pick me up 😔😔 here’s my updated info hehe 😚

I’m a female on the libra-scorpio cusp and a Slytherin, I used to be an ENFP but now I’m an INFP. Appearance-wise, I’m 5'2, i’ve brown eyes and caramel brown hair. I also wear glasses and I’m also quite tanned from being out in the sun all the time.

Personality-wise:

- I can be really enthusiastic about stuff I’m really interested in, such as history (especially world war history), sciences (but physics is trash to me) and anime (I’m a closet nerd hehe) .

- I can be really ambitious and competitive, and I would sometimes place unrealistic expectations on myself, leaving me mentally exhausted and stressed, but like i place these unrealistic measures on myself to strive to be the best

- I do try to chill and take it slow, but you know, sometimes i just can’t 😅

- I’m quite an open book to all my close friends

- I also tend to be really possessive, like I dont like people purposely trying to steal my friends (it happened a lot of times before) and i hate it when someone randomly butts into a conversation i’m having with anyone, especially if it’s a deep conversation

- I can be really awkward around people i don’t click with, but around people i click with, i can be pretty wild and will be able to hold conversations with.

- I tend to procrastinate a lot, and people say i look intimidating but i don’t feel like I’m intimidating.

- I can be really sensitive to other’s emotions and i tend to put others before me, so like my close friend always told me that i’m too much of a giver, like I try to please everyone else and ignore myself

- My love languages are physical touch and quality time

- I can’t stand people who are attention seekers or just aim to be public nuisances as i feel that they’re just really irritating and it gets on my nerves, especially those people who are just doing stupid things to be popular (which is lowkey why i think tiktoks dances are dumb, like seriously i dont get the hype, but i do like tiktok meme videos tho)

- I listen to a lot of different genres of music, but i especially love classics (mozart and chopin are my favourites) and pop.

- I can really insecure at times, because i always feel that every other girl out there is better than me and i’m just a plain and ugly, and partially because i got bullied when i was younger about my appearance

- I like dressing up and putting on makeup occassionally, but i do act like a tomboy most of the time (ie. I hate skirts, like i really dont like them and i have no idea why, but jeans are supreme).

- I also love playing the piano and singing as well, even though i’m not that good at it :D

- People tell me that I’m very curious and persistent, constantly pushing until i get answers, but i do know my limits.

- I’m also very passionate about things I love, and i would do anything to protect people that i care and love.

- I’m also very affectionate and supportive towards my close friends and people i love. - I do have trust issues and I often feel like i do not deserve love and that I hate people who betray my trust.

- I’m ok with pda, but not anything overly affectionate, like hand-holding and kissing is ok, but not making out 😳😖

- I also tend to be pretty forgettful, and i’ll not eat for hours to get my work on hand done (whoop pretty unhealthy but :0)

- I’m also really sarcastic when i want to be, and i can’t hold a poker face to save my life (i swear i always start laughing like 2 seconds in) and I tend to sass people a lot, especially if I’ve had a bad day

- I’m also pretty fiesty and I hate people stereotyping me for my gender (i.e like when someone says that “oh you’re pretty good for a girl”) like what does my gender have to do with my ability? Like there is zero correlation

- My sense of humour is kind of twisted at times but i really love memes and i tend to crack inappropriate jokes sometimes

- I’ve been told that i come across as really flirty to some guys but it’s because i can be really touchy feely to my friends

- I’m also quick to anger, especially if i have a bad day, i hate people who nag and i hate people who put down others

- I’m kind of touch-starved, so i really like hugs and cuddles, but I’m also ticklish so my friends tend to tickle me when hugging me

- I can be a daydreamer at times, like I would get stuck in my own fantasy world when i shouldn’t 😂😂

- I’m also a drama queen around my friends, I dont have a lot of them in real life because of some rumours that others spread, so i only have a close circle of friends i really treasure and would do anything for them

- I also tend to bottle up all my anger and negative thoughts, and would sometimes like explode on others even though I don’t mean to

- Sometimes I don’t really think before I say or act, which is why sometimes I can come off as a bit rude or unfeeling but it’s just me and my impulsiveness 

Fun Facts:

- i really love food, especially sweets (dark chocolate and dango is my life)

- i really hate horror movies (I’m usually pretty brave, but horror movies just get to me so much ergh) but i love chick flicks and adventure flims

- I’m also a hopeless romantic, which is why even little romantic gestures can make my heart flutter

- My hobbies are reading, writing and shooting (only air-rifle though)

- I used to be pretty athletic, I still am, but to a lesser extend now, because i injured my left knee playing volleyball in the past. It’s on it’s road to recovery, but it still hurts quite badly when i overexert myself.

- I love artic foxes and cats, dogs are too energetic for me 😅

- I’m also a sneaker hoarder and I love collecting and wearing sneakers hehe, heels are like torture devices for the feet i dont care even if they make me taller

- Coffee over tea anyday, no offense to peoples who like tea, but a fresh cup of brewed coffee is one of the best things in the world 😚

- I’m really terrible at drawing, I’m not gonna kid you. When i was younger, my art teacher threatened to fail me because im really terrible at drawing. 😂

- I’m also very injury-prone and a bit clumsy, which caused me to have bruises occasionally

- I’m kinda bad and math and physics, but like if you take your time to explain to me then I’ll understand a bit more lol, my best subject is like chemistry

- my ideal date would just be cuddling with my boyfriend, and either watching a movie together or bookshop date hehe

uwu i would be super grateful and happy if you did my matchup uwu thank you sm sending you all my love and hugs and cuddles 🥰💖💕

Hi hi, lia! ❤I’m so happy ya requested! 😆Hehe, I hope you enjoy it love, and I hope this cheers ya up! Love ya lots, and I hope you enjoy it! ❤😊

So I match you with……………. Isaac

Oh, the first time Isaac spotted you in the dining room, introducing yourself to everyone, he was paralyzed with fear. You quite possibly looked more intimidating than anyone he has ever met in his whole entire life, and that’s saying a lot considering you were standing right next to his pure blooded vampire, sire. Comte spotted Isaac hiding behind the doorway of the dining room, peaking in to catch a glimpse of their new guest. You instantly turned around when you heard the blond vampire beckon, someone closer, whose name you know all too well. He had been the cause of endless amounts of math and science homework over the years. 

Your eyes locked with his for a split second, but moments after you met his rosy eyes he darted them to the ground. “I-s-saac Newton, n-nice to meet you.” You gave him a shy smile and took his outstretched hand and shook it, before you could even say a word, Arthur budded in and interrupted. An action which caused you to feel slightly irritated, Isaac looked up at your face and saw that you were starting to become awkward with being the centre of attention. The two of you still held hands when the physicist decided to pull you into the kitchen with him to give you a moment of peace. You smiled when he is a very soft meek voice confessed that he didn’t really like crowds or loud people, a little fact that the two of you bonded over. And before you knew it, you and Isaac were now sitting in the kitchen chatting away in a deep conversation about your mutual dislike of overcrowded places, bullies and plain old public nuisances.

The next day you decided to curiously explore the mansion. You came across a great big library, and you felt as excited as a kid on Christmas day. They had every and any book you could possibly wish for. You decided to spend the day doing something you absolutely loved, and that would be... reading. You had found yourself an old outdated science book, and you were honestly so fascinated at how little had changed in terms of scientific principles over the years. You were so invested in the book you were reading you didn’t even hear Issac walking in. He was on the hunt for his little hedgehog. 

You were awoken from your book reading trance when you heard the sound of a vase smash against the floor. Startled you turned your head towards the loud crash only to see a very distressed looking Isaac. You are naturally sensitive to other emotion, and very much a giver, so it only took one glance at Isaac’s troubled face to prompt you into action. You noticed that he had cut himself on the fallen vase and he was now down crouched on the floor trying to retrieve his terrified hedgehog, who had gotten himself caught at the bottom of one of the large bookcases. 

Wordlessly you laid on the floor beside Isaac and peered under the bookcase, when you spotted little Harry cowering in the dark corner tangled in a ball of wool. Your hands and arms were much smaller than Issac’s, so you were easily able to reach under the bookcase and secure the little hedgehog. Both of you sat up as you cradle the scared little animal in your hands, trying to untangle the wool that was wrapped around his body. “My God, Harry, I was worried sick about you, please never disappear like that again.” both you and Isaac breathed a sigh of relief at the now rescued critter.

That is when you looked up and noticed that Harry wasn’t the only hedgehog who had been injured, “Isaac, your hand!” You stood up and offered Isaac a hand up, you then gently took his hand in yours and led him to your room. You sat him down on your bed and gently started treating the injury as Harry had made himself comfortable, now sleeping on your pillow. While treating Isaac’s injury, you started chatting away with him. You could see him blushing profusely from embarrassment so you decided to tell him about the book you were reading before the whole fiasco. At the mention of the science book, Isaac instantly perked up and met your enthusiasm ten fold. After his wound was wrapped and treated, the two of you sat in deep conversation for the second time that week, chatting all about science and your mutual love for the subject. And that my dear friend is how you and Isaac had become good friends

Since that day, it wasn’t uncommon for the two of you to be sitting across from each other in the library, reading away. Usually, Harry would be nestled in your lap as you and Isaac enjoy a quiet afternoon together. Some afternoon the two of you would just simply sit in silence and read while other afternoons were filled with laughter and conversation between the two of you cuties. 

As the days went on Isaac had noticed a very curious fact about you, and that was how forgetful you were. He had noticed that you would go hours and hours without eating or drinking something which strangely enough, was the exact opposite of him, who required minimum routine of five meals a day. It was this curious observation that had started the habit of the two of you dining together every day. Something which both of you really enjoyed, especially now that the two of you were determined to find the best sweets in all of Paris. Every day without fail, at lunchtime you and Isaac would go out to town to try a new cafés for lunch and sweet. These café crawls usually involved Isaac showing you around Paris, visiting book stores together and leisurely walking beside the Seine. You honestly loved spending time with this hedgehog, who had seemed to have completely opened up to you. 

Isaac loved your inappropriate jokes and twisted humour and would bust out into uncontrollable laughter whenever you would crack a joke. One time as the two of you were sitting on the fountain’s edge eating some ice cream, you saw a man falling up stairs. As hard as you tried, you couldn’t keep a poker face, it just wasn't in you, especially when Isaac had just witnessed the exact same scene and was now looking at you and snickering. Of course, being the sweet angels you were, you rushed to see if the man was alright, however, your walk home with Isaac was filled with jokes and endless laughter of the days events. 

Ooh how Isaac had fallen head over heels for you, his favourite thing in the world was to hear you sing and play the piano. He would silently walk into the piano room whenever you played, and just let the beautiful sounds wash away his weariness of the day. He would shower you with endless compliments, even more so, when you would deny them, saying that you aren’t that good. These playful little banter fights usually end with him tickling you. He usually won’t give up until you admit that you are the best singer and piano player in the whole mansion. Cue Mozart walking in like challenge accepted.

The night Isaac finally confessed his feeling for you was on, one warm summers night. The night started of with Isaac taking you out to watch a musical concert. He knew just how much you love music. Before he had met you, he had never really bother taking the time to listen to music, as he had always been far to absorbed with his own work, to stop and smell the flowers. However since meeting you, he found himself utterly enjoying going to the opera and musical concerts and letting himself just get absorbed by the sound of music. He loved the way your eyes gleamed as you watched and listened to the performance. 

After the concert, he lead you out into the garden, where his telescope had been all set up. The two of you sat together and stargazed while Mozart played some romantic classical music in the background, which was arranged by the resident hedgehog himself. Somewhere between the beautiful sight of the stars and the gentle melody playing in the background. Isaac build up the courage to finally reveal to you just how madly in love he was with you. He then produced a bunch of red roses out of thin air and resting in the roses was a card with a hand-drawn meme ( courtesy of Sabastian) asking you in the most hilarious way to stay in the past with him. The two of you met in a sweet kiss and the rest of the evening was spent cuddled in each other’s arms under the stars.

Both of you are pretty touch starved creatures, so expect to be cuddled, snuggled, kissed and hugged whenever Isaac comes across you. Like if Isaac spots you in the garden hanging laundry he will give you the biggest hug from behind, kiss your neck and then tell you how much he loves you, before he is off with Napo to teach the children.  

Don’t worry about your impulsive behaviours, bottled up emotions or a quick temper. Isaac might be new to the whole human behaviour thing but he is very in-tune with your emotions and he will instantly pick up when you are feeling upset or angry. He will aim to fix every and all problems immediately, especially if it is causing you hurt or upset. This also counts for when you are over stressing yourself, about putting too high an expectation on yourself. If he sees you getting angry, stressed or frustrated, he will pull you into his arms and gently stroke your hair, you can’t be angry when you are being so gently held and loved. Isaac will sit an listen to all your troubles. 

He always encourages you to communicate whenever you are having negative emotions so he can help you through it the best way he knows how, with cuddles. He would usually make you a cup of coffee and pull you into his lap and cuddle you, as you unpack everything and anything that had upset you that day. He will patiently listen and leave small little kisses on your cheeks to remind you that he is there for you and will support you no matter what

He loves your competitive side, even more so when you use it to win a bet and beat Arthur. HE also loves how open-minded you are. The two of you often teach each other new skills, for example, you have been teaching Isaac how to shoot while Isaac has been patiently teaching you maths and science.

He low key loves how possessive you are and is just as possessive over you. He absolutely adores you and will remind you of that every single day. 

He loves holding your hands and giving you small kisses on the cheeks whenever the two of you go out together. He honestly can’t believe it when you feel insecure about the way you look, “You are honest to God, the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” Will tickle you and shower you with kisses and loving words whenever you are feeling insecure about yourself. 

He will always snicker when your feisty side comes out. Like whenever you sass the men at the banquets for spewing gender based stereotypes and being ignorant. Once they have been put in their place, Isaac while still laughing at the hilarious smack-down you just gave the ignorant men will always give you the sweetest kisses, “God, I love you so much.”

Isaac legit loves everything about you from your quick temper to your clumsy streak. You best be sure this hedgehog is ganna be right by your side whenever you clumsily injure yourself. He will legit sweep you off your feet and nuzzle into your neck, all while making sure you didn’t injure yourself too severely. 

This boy loves you to the moon and back and would do anything to make you happy. If you are overexerting your injured knee you best be sure he will piggyback you to his room and do everything in his power to ease away the pain. Even if that means taking a soothing hot bath with you.

Often the two of you cuties can be found cuddled together, each reading their own book. Both your love languages are physical touch and quality time so Isaac is happiest when you are nestled near him simply spending some good quality time together.

Other potential matches…………. Comte 

I hope you have the best day lia! Sending ya all the hugs! ❤❤🌻 @i-sleep-like-napoleon

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Silly scenario. Dainty Lexa loves nature but hates camping (no decent showers). Frequent camper Clarke has a trick to enjoy the ONLY working shower & avoid queue: wait till all asleep. Lexa has same idea. Door reaches floor but not ceiling leaving gap to see top of head BUT Lexa is bending to set shampoo down. Clarke enters backward to set her towel over edge & close rickety door shut. Uses such force towels fall outside & jams door shut. Both turn & bump into the other. Stuck naked til morn! XD

(I take no responsibility for typos, it's all my keyboard's fault)

Lexa hates camping with a passion. One would think she's into it, given her love of flowers and potted plants, but one thing is to enjoy nature in a control environment; another is to be surrounded by wilderness with no control over everything around you.

So, no. Lexa does not like camping. Most of all because there are never any decent showers and unpleasant people almost always hog the good ones.

When Anya forced her to go camping, Lexa thought she was doomed. How was she going to stay clean in the wild? However, when they finally arrived and she was able to test out the showers, she realized she'd been wrong — the scenario was even worse than she'd thought.

There is only one working shower in the whole park. And it barely qualifies as an actual shower, not to mention there's always a never-ending line for it.

After two days of filth, though, Lexa's decided enough is enough. She will shower, even if she has to wait until everyone is asleep.

Which is exactly what she does. On the third day, once night has fallen, Lexa steps in the shower. The door is strange: it reaches the ground but not the ceiling, leaving only a gap to see the top of her head. Anya must have chosen the cheapest camping park on the list. She doesn't bother locking, considering no one is still awake. And if anyone is awake, the sight of the top of her head will surely make them leave.

Lexa hangs her towel on the hook and sets her body wash and shampoo down on the floor, before turning the knobs.

She's heard the legends about this shower — the water comes out warm right away; the showerhead is studded with diamonds; the water running up the tubes sounds like birds singing. While the last two ones are definitely fabricated, Lexa is surprised to find that the first one is true.

Lexa lets out a full-body sigh the moment the warm spray hits her skin. This is going to be one nice shower.

She bends down to squirt a dollop of shampoo onto her hand.

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Clarke's had the system all figured out from a young age, when she'd go camping with her parents at the wackiest places.

She knows how to get the best perks, chief amongst them the best showers. Or, in this case, the only shower.

She's long learned to always wait for everyone to fall asleep before heading to the showers. Tonight is no exception – when the night is finally silent, she grabs her in-ear headphones, and sneaks out of her tent and towards the showers.

Clarke struts her hips to the loud music playing in her ears as she checks that the stall is empty – no tops of heads poking over the door means she can go in. enters the stall backwards to set her towel over the edge and close rickety the rickety door shut.

She must do it with with too much force, though, because the door shakes with the impact and the towel falls outside, jamming the lock shut.

Clarke hears a loud yelp and turns around, startled, only to find a beautiful fellow camper under the showerhead, naked as the day she was born.

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The sound of the door banging shut startles Lexa so that she lets out an uncharacteristic yell. She turns around and finds herself face to face with a beautiful woman, whose eyes bulge out of their sockets.

The woman's eyes are a striking blue. That's the first thing Lexa registers, as they remain locked with her own for seconds longer than perhaps necessary, given hee current situation.

Her current situation.

She snaps out of her trance and rushes to try and cover up all the sensitive parts in a feeble attempt to hold on to her dignity.

By now, the woman's face is crimson red, her shoulders are so tense they seem about to break, and her gaze is fixed on a spot well above Lexa's head.

"The shower was occupied," she bites out, trying to summon some modicum of normalcy into the situation.

No sooner are the words out than the woman's eyes are snapping back to meet Lexa's, now with an indignant crease between them.

"Excuse me? I looked there was no one here."

Oh. So that's what happened. Still, Lexa rolls her eyes, as one does in situations like this (whatever this situation even is).

"I was bending down to get some body wash. If you hadn't been wearing those things," she points with disdain at the woman's headphones, "you would have heard the water running."

The woman seems about to bark back, but stops herself at the last moment and raises both her hands in a pacifying gesture.

"You're right, I should've been more aware." At Lexa's nod, the woman lets one hand drop to her side and stretches the other into the space between them. "I'm Clarke, by the way."

Lexa goes to shake Clarke's hand, but remembers her own hands are being used to cover her boobs and private parts, and grimaces. Clarke chuckles and withdraws her hand with a good-natured shrug. Lexa feels the urgent need to give her something.

"I'm Lexa. And we're trapped."

Clarke seems to remember their quandary and turns back around to shake the lock and then the door, but nothing gives. She tries a second and third time for good measure, but it's like the door is made of pure stone.

At last, Clarke turns around and admits defeat. "I can't open it," she sighs. "We're stuck."

Lexa looks at the door, then at Clarke, and then down at herself. Reality starts to sink in. "We might be stuck here all night," she realizes.

Clarke grimaces along with her and Lexa doesn't miss the way blue eyes flit to her body for just a moment. Strangely, she doesn't mind it.

"Is there anything you can cover yourself with?", Clarke asks, although both of them know the answer.

"No."

The ensuing silence is uncomfortable, to say the least. Lexa keeps trying, to no avail, to hidden and Clarke is busy looking red as a tomato and avoiding staring at the general vicinity of Lexa's body at any costs.

"Well," Clarke tries, sounding every bit as awkward as Lexa feels. "Thank god it's summer."

--

Thank god it's summer.

What is wrong with her?!

Clarke almost amends it, but figures the damage is done and gathers the courage to meet Lexa's gorgeous eyes.

What she doesn't expect is for Lexa to be regarding her with amusement. "You're funny."

"You should see me when I'm naked."

Shit.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

To both Clarke's surprise and delight, Lexa throws her head back and laughs, loud and carefree. Her laugh is beautiful, crystalline but with personality, and Clarke thinks she's a little bit in love with the sound of it.

She could hear it for a days and months and years.

When it stops, Clarke mourns its absence, but all her thoughts flee when she realizes Lexa has given up pretense of trying to cover herself up and has laid everything bare for Clarke to feast her eyes with.

She won't, though. Clarke will remain respectful and respectable decent and–

"You could always take off your clothes."

Clarke's brain goes into overdrive. She tries to make sense of all her thoughts and threads of though, but all she hears in her head is Lexa, beautiful, naked, naked, Lexa.

It's hard to learn how to speak all over again, but she does eventually, and finds the voice she was looking for.

"Do you... Do you want to borrow some of my clothes?"

Lexa raises an eyebrow, as though Clarke just said something absurd.

"Not really." Lexa shrugs, the picture of composure, when just a minute ago she was freaking out as much as Clarke. "But if I'm going to spend the whole night naked, then you might as well keep me company."

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[9:24]

y/n laid on her dorm floor, covering her mouth, afraid that she would make a sound as the tears trailed down her face. She is used to her boyfriend Jae neglecting her and appressing her, but since the summer, he has been tainting her. He has been coloring her skin with purple marks. Marks not from love but from anger. Bruises on her hips and arms dance across her skin. She still loved him and tried her best to be the perfect girlfriend for him, but apparently that wasn't enough. Yesterday she saw him go into another girls dorm room, when she asked him about it, he started to get physical towards her and ended up breaking up with her.

Her phone vibrating next to her caused her to jolt up. It took her eyes a couple seconds to adjust to the bright light of her phone. It was a text message from Hyunjin. 

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Hyunjinnie

One of Woojin hyung's friends is throwing a party at his apartment tonight, wanna come?

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y/n's eyes filled with sorrow, she hated to decline Hyunjin's offers, but recently it has been harder for her to go out and have fun. She didn't want Hyunjin to see her this upset, or ruin his night. She didn't want him to worry about her, even though he does anyway.

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y/n

No I'm not really feeling up to it.

Hyunjinnie

oh okay

is Jae coming over then?

y/n

No he isn't

Hyunjin

Is your roommate there?

y/n

Bora is always at her boyfriends place, I haven't seen her in months

Hyunjinnie

So you are alone?

y/n

yeah but its fine don't worry

—

As y/n typed that, her eyes welled with tears. She wasn't fine. But Hyunjin deserves to go out and have fun, not worry about her. She put her phone down, and hugged her knees. She hated feeling so powerless and sad. She is such a bubbly person, but she has lost her true self since she started dating Jae when she started college two years ago. y/n picked up her phone, in hope of getting a text from Jae, but she didn't. Hyunjin didn't even respond, but he was probably driving to the party. 

Tears started to stain her cheeks, and she just let them flow. She has lost the urge and strength to stop them from falling. She hope Hyunjin has fun at the party, he has always been a great friend towards her, since they became friends in the eighth grade.

y/n huffed a breath out, that made her bangs fly upwards and quickly fall back down. She has been in the library for ten minutes now, waiting for her english project partner to show up. The teacher assigned partners for a project due the next day. A boy sprinted into the library, his sneakers squeaking against the floor caused a teacher to stop him and yell at him for running. y/n laughed at the boys foolishness. Hyunjin sat down across from y/n and gave a boyish smile. "You must be quite the athlete. I bet you have a fast mile." y/n teased. That caused Hyunjin to blush. "I'm sorry if I kept you waiting, I had to finish up my math test." The look in his eyes was so sincere, y/n almost melted. She never met a boy this mature in her grade. "Don't worry about it. It is just so inconvenient that Ms.Song only gave us one day to work on this book report." 

"Yeah sometimes she can be a real-"

"Bitch" y/n cut him off.

y/n's vocabulary that she used to describe their teacher had Hyunjin laughing so hard he was gasping for air. Seeing him like this sent y/n into a fit of laughter. Hyunjin found y/n's little giggle adorable. Hyunjin took a deep breath and wiped his eyes. "You are hilarious."

"Hey I try. But I liked your reaction. First you gasped and your eyes went wide and then you started laughing so hard you almost cried." y/n smiled. "Those are the best kinds of laughs, the ones that make you cry and giggle so hard that you stomach hurts, and you gasp for air and you can't stop laughing." Hyunjin stated. y/n found his way of wording things very charming. She knew she wanted to be friends with him.

She smiled to herself while thinking about that day. The day she got to know Hyunjin. The day that started their friendship. As much of a bitch Ms.Song was, y/n thanks her for pairing them up, because y/n doesn't know what she would do if it weren't for Hyunjin. Back in 8th grade, she never would have guessed that her and Hyunjin would be as close as they are today. As each year went by, her and Hyunjins friendship grew more and more.

A soft knock on her dorm door caused her to jump out of her thoughts. "I guess Bora came back. Or maybe just to collect all of her stuff and move in with her boyfriend." y/n whispered to herself. She quickly wiped her tears and opened the door. The person who was standing on the other side of the door was someone unexpected. Their facial expression changed from a positive one to a worried one once they made eye contact with y/n. They quickly, but gently grabbed y/n's face and starred into her eyes with concern. "Why are your eyes red and puffy?" They then gasped, "have you been crying?" 

"I'm fine don't worry about it Hyunjin" y/n then dropped her head and broke eye contact. 

"y/n please look at me." Hyunjin raised her chin up with his pointer finger. "Why are you upset?" This question made y/n's eyes get foggy, and a tear slipped out. Seeing y/n like this made Hyunjin's heart ache. Hyunjin fully came into her room, and quietly closed the door, and wasted no time in taking y/n in his arms and embracing her in a hug. Hyunjin's hugs were the best, and they always made her feel safe, and made her feel at home. She rested her head on his shoulder and passed more tears. The quiet sound of y/n's weeps made Hyunjin upset, and feel useless. He wanted to make everything better, but he didn't know why she was upset. 

y/n took a deep breath, and grabbed Hyunjin's hand and brought him towards her bed. They sat across from each other on the bed, Hyunjin not releasing his hand from her grip. y/n wiped her tears, and hiccuped. Hyunjin squeezed her hand, a gesture so common to her, it made her feel warm. "Yesterday I saw Jae go into Rin's dorm" she huffed out. "Wait isn't she the dorm next to yours?" 

"Yeah, and they were loud. He slept with her." y/n looked down at her lap in shame. "And when I questioned him about it, he um broke up with me." y/n said, as her eyes started to water again. Hyunjin jumped over and wiped her tears and gave her a bear hug and rubbed her arms. y/n winced in pain from the slight action. Hyunjin quickly backed up and looked into her eyes, "are you alright?"

"Yeah its nothing, I walked into the door the other day." y/n said while looking at the door. Hyunjin could sense she was lying, he had known her for six years. He softly rolled her sleeves up and inspected her arms. She had bruises on her arm, in the shape of fingers, someone bruised her. y/n quickly looked away. Hyunjin delicately traced the bruises with his finger, and y/n scrunched her face in pain. "Did he do this to you?" The anger in his voice was evident, and it surprised y/n because Hyunjin rarely got angry. As a response, y/n just lowered her head. "You told me he stoped hurting you." Hyunjin couldn't stop the water building up in his eyes. "Its okay, we aren't together anymore so he won't do it anymore" She tried to reassure him. "It isn't okay. Stop saying that. y/n you don't deserve this abuse, it should have stopped. I should have stopped it." Hyunjin let a tear slip, but he quickly wiped it. "Please don't beat yourself up over this, it's not your fault, it's mine. It's my situation." y/n exhaled. "but it's not your fault, it's that assholes fault. He was never a good boyfriend, he didn't cherish you. You are an amazing woman who deserves better." Hyunjin caressed y/n's cheek. "No I should have been a better girlfriend, maybe then he wouldn't have cheated, or hit me. He said I dressed ugly and I wasn't sexy." 

"What the actual fuck. y/n, every guy that sees you does a double take. You are absolutely stunning and have an amazing personality, you are my favorite person to be around. He ruined your confidence, that isn't what a good boyfriend does, he didn't love you. You deserve real love. You deserve a guy that tells you that you look amazing. A guy that is absolutely whipped for you and doesn't take you for granted. A guy that loves you and cherishes you." He had pure passion in his eyes. 

y/n locked eyes with him and couldn't look away, it was as if she was in a trance. No one has ever said something like that to her before, and it made her feel special. She started feeling a foreign warm feeling towards Hyunjin in this moment. She only felt this feeling twice before and it was after the summer of tenth grade when Hyunjin came back from camp and he was 4 inches taller than y/n. Also when they first started college last year and Hyunjin decided to dye his hair a light brown, she couldn't deny that he looked very handsome. y/n felt her lips getting dry, and so she licked her lips which didn't go unnoticed by Hyunjin. 

Hyunjin felt himself leaning closer to y/n, and she copied his actions. They soon got so close that Hyunjin could feel her breath on his chin. He dipped his head down and tilted his head. y/n moved in closer and she slightly bumped his nose with her own. Hyunjin felt as if his heart will burst out of his chest. They both lean in until their lips connect. Hyunjin takes control, and y/n picks up his pace. Their lips mold perfectly together, and the kiss was slow but full of passion and love. finally, she felt real love.

[reiven2017]

From ridicule.

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Rachel winced at the acrid smell of her aunt's strong black coffee that reached the second floor. She had just left the room, the wall clock was ticking, and the time of the first school day after summer vacation was approaching, so she resisted the urge to go back and lock the door. Especially her cousin, Leila, very emphatically and eloquently made it clear that this year they really need to be on time. I think the only reason we've been late for the last couple of years is because of Leila.Fie. She didn't know why, but her hatred of coffee passed the mark of "Wipe off the face of the earth", but her aunt Alice liked this drink, so Raven, pulling something like a smile, quickly slipped into the guest room, ignoring the annoying stench. "Good morning, aunt." "Morning, honey. - Wow. She's got another new order, is that it? Rachel smiled softly, leaning her body against the bar, casting a warm glance across the room at the busy woman. - Exactly. another girl came in, hastily gathering her curly hair as she went, and pulling her jacket over one shoulder unsuccessfully in the process. Leila was a complete mess this morning, unlike Raven. Roth didn't like to sleep too long and had no problem getting up early, so she was always willing to go to school and try to look not only shittily beautiful, but also neat. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail, her uniform was clean and ironed, and her ballet shoes were polished. From the very morning it was clear that today's day was more hectic than the rest of its brethren, and Raven suppressed a wave of laughter that was about to burst from her lips when Layla, cursing everything in her path, made it to the hallway without strangling herself with a tie. Wow. Is it going to snow today, or is it all-peaceful house day? Roth cast a skeptical glance at her cousin, and her face contorted into a puzzled expression for a moment. Rachel raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure what to see. Her cousin, who despised and resented a thousand taunts in the face of makeup-clogged girls, stood in front of the mirror and put on her lipstick with an awful precision. Pink. It is very pink. Wow. "What's that?" Rachel shot a sly glance at her cousin, and her face took on a cheeky grin. She had learned her cousin's words by heart, and even the slightest change in them gave her Cause for suspicion. Her curiosity snickered at the new victim. Oh, Yes, it's definitely going to snow today. "What do you mean?" Leila looked up from the mirror, giving Rachel a brief, too-brief glance, and then went back to her makeup bag. - You look at each other. Roth said casually, watching the girl with interest. "Um ... no...you're definitely imagining it. Layla applied another thick layer of mascara to her lashes and looked herself up and down in the mirror, then winked at herself with satisfaction. OI-Wei. This is something new. Leila's self-esteem was bordering on narcissism. She had always considered herself beautiful without makeup. And so it was. The girl was tanned and pumped up. She had shown some promise in volleyball, playing for the Gotham Academy team, when Rachel preferred quiet reading in the library. She had a wild and passionate temper, and her brown eyes were full of devils. Leila could show off her ample bust size, forcing her to swallow the poison of her classmates and swallow the drool of guys. So the last person in their family who needed arithmetic was Rachel. The satanic-looking gray Rachel Roth. She wasn't a very thin girl, but you couldn't call her fat, either, but her cousin had assured her that she had a Golden mean, or whatever that might mean, so RAE had long ago given up on her appearance and just let people think she was weird with her purple hair and big purple eyes. Roth continued to stare at Leila, noticing that she was wearing a much shorter skirt and blouse with a much more expressive neckline. Now Rachel could call her usual dark skirt, just above her knees, a nun. Leila snorted, looking up from the mirror and irritably switching her attention to her Mouth. - So. Stop being detective shit, ray. after a pause, she added. "And look at me like that." "But you certainly don't look your usual self today." Is something going to happen? Rachel protested softly, trying not to press her cousin any further, and her lips curled into a tender smile. She left her mug on the table, kissed her aunt good-bye, and went into the hall, putting on a warm coat. "It's just that your sister, Rachel, wants to impress a guy...and it's really, wow. Alice muttered in a monotone, her eyes still fixed on the tablet. - Maman! Leila exclaimed, casting a murderous glance at the woman. The corners of Rachel's mouth twitched in a playful smile as she looked at her cousin's stunned face. She was scurrying into the corridor, trying to get out of the mother-daughter battle as quickly as possible, when the smithy gave her one of those withering looks. - It is not something to be ashamed of, Lalaila. the girl clucked in exasperation and frowned, folding her arms over her chest as she stared at Alice. "You know I hate it when you call me that." - You also know that I don't like it when you call me maman. Rachel giggled softly into her jacket sleeve, pulling her headphones out of her pocket, and walked calmly to the Academy.

Roth was sifting through a textbook in the school locker when a green-haired boy came into view. Oh, no, Garfield Logan. The main school athlete and known for his adventures among girls about little to great, playboy. He was older than her by a year and had a brilliant reputation and fame, girls hung around his neck and were ready to get into his pants at every opportunity, but he surprised everyone a year ago with his interest in Rachel. This became the most enviable topic of discussion for a month and the most important problem for the Company. The girl was never interested in him and did not understand what he found in her. Hey liked the quiet and the old library, and he needed someone who liked football and loud parties. Well, or at least someone who understood football. She didn't particularly like the way people started treating her. That is, some spat at her back, others tried to curry favor. But no matter how much trouble Logan brought, she gave him what he wanted, though not exactly what he expected. They began to communicate without crossing the boundaries of friendship at the whim of Rachel. But Garlfield became more insistent with each passing month, and no longer seemed to share the line between them. Of course, Rachel was ironically or ill-fated pure and innocent, kind and all the cells in her body believed that there was nothing wrong with being patient and giving Gar minutes of happiness when he accidentally called her his girlfriend, or hugged her shoulders. She rolled her eyes dejectedly and closed the door with a soft creak, turning her attention to the guy. Rachel hoped there wasn't an irritated look on her face and Logan wouldn't notice. - Gar...hi. the frown on his face puzzled her, and she arched a questioning brow. "Is something wrong?" "Why are you avoiding me, ray?" his voice was low and his obvious displeasure slipped through him like a thin ribbon. He did not take his gaze from her Mouth as the girl momentarily faded away. What do you mean by that? More precisely, what do you expect to hear from me Guarlford? That you, I'm sorry, got tired of following me around last year, huh!? Swallowing the words that were about to fall from her lips and fall on him, Rachel straightened up and gave him one of her sweetest smiles. No. Garfield is a sweet and kind boy and he doesn't deserve such disrespect from you, Raven. "No, I'm not avoiding you. You know me, first day of school and all that, the joy of meeting the library and that dam, I'm in a trance. a wistful expression crossed Logan's face as he scanned her for signs of deception. Rachel was nervous. Panic ran through her veins. Lying had never been one of her strengths, and she knew it. She was about to say something in her own defense when Gar burst out laughing, throwing his head back. "You should have seen your face, ray. he quieted his laughter and straightened up beside her, hands in his pockets.- Exhale, I know what you are in ahuya from school and do not get mad at the lack of your attention. - too freaked out? The boy arched his eyebrows and cast a playful glance at his Mouth. Rachel rolled her eyes at his advances. - I'm sure you survived it. she gave him a soft smile again, moving down the hall toward the classroom as Logan settled in next to her. Well of course. "How was your vacation?" I heard you and Lailai left of Gotham? "no," he said casually, keeping pace with her. Rachel thought for a moment as all sorts of thoughts raced through her mind. How did he know they were leaving? No, where he could have found out. Nervousness slowly crept up on her and She swallowed the lump of irritation in her throat, glancing briefly at his innocent face before turning her attention back to her shoes. - Cbms...we went to San Francisco. It was quite fun. the vagueness of the answer didn't seem to bother him, and Logan whistled happily. "Wow, so San Francisco?" I envy you with the blackest envy. - No need, I think you had a great time, too? she raised a quizzical brow, making her look interested. "You're always right, ray. Although I didn't bask in the sun, my vacation in Gotham was great. - next, followed by a cheerful and very energetic, filled with delight chatter about his sporting achievements in the summer and about what a new car his parents gave him. Class. Raven nodded politely when he paid attention to her in the intervals of his bowing and assiduous chatter, when he tried to praise himself and the car as much as possible. Roth stifled a laugh. Oh, Yes, he wouldn't die of modesty. By the time they reached the classroom, his inexhaustible supply of words and energy had evaporated, and Gar scratched his head nervously. "Listen, Ray. Roth turned her full attention to him, watching him with the eyes of a DOE. His nervousness increased and he tried to hide it behind a high-pitched smile. "This Friday, Jackson is having a party at his house and you would...maybe we could go there together. before she could react, Raven collided with a man coming out of the classroom. More precisely, they ran out of the classroom. She swayed, trying to balance not only herself, but the books in her hands, as a strong, large hand rested firmly on her waist, holding her in place. She raised her eyes to the stranger and met his gaze for a moment, frozen by the shock of electricity in her veins as the amazing emerald eyes stared back at her.

[flamegatorwrites]

Feel (BruAbba oneshot)

Warnings: PART 5 SPOILERS, angst, death

A/N: ok hi so i wrote all of this in like 2 hours so im sorry if its trash. ive been hardcore vibing with bruabba lately, and ive needed to vent, so this was sort of a 2 in 1 combo haha. also uhh part 5 spoilers so if you havent gotten past like episode 28 then leave unless you want it spoiled for you.

Dealing with loss was always something Bruno was good at. He had to be; not only for himself, but now that he was promoted to capo, he had to stay strong for Passione- well, what remained of it.

Narancia had finally tired himself out. He was inside of the turtle now, leaving only Bruno and Giorno outside on the boat. They were on their way to the Colosseum, where the man in the computer told them to go. He still didn't fully trust whoever it was, but it was a hell of a lot better than sitting back and doing nothing. Worst case scenario, it turns out to be a stand user.

He didn't want to admit to the others that he didn't trust the man. He didn't even want to be around the others. Usually, dealing with the loss of a loved one, he'd been alone. He'd been able to pick himself back up and grieve fairly easily. Now that he was the sole guardian of literal children, it wasn't exactly the same. Not only did it hurt to watch them grieve over someone closer to them than their own families, it hurt to lose the man he considered the love of his life.

Bruno always considered him an attractive man. Leone Abbacchio, one of the most esteemed police in Italy. He and Bruno never interacted during Abbacchio's days as a cop, but Bruno always found himself admiring him- from his work ethic, to his sense of justice, and even his looks. But as everyone knows, as beautiful as Italy is, everyone in charge was cruel and corrupt- and willing to kill. Soon, Leone became what he hated the most. After his partner died, he retired. His life went down the drain, he became an alcoholic, and he gave up on everything- including that sense of justice that Bruno loved so much.

Eventually, Bruno decided to shoot his shot. He only had one man on his team, and that wasn't enough to achieve his main goal. Besides, he'd always wanted to talk to him anyways, so why not start then?

He was a little hard to convince at first. He wouldn't even open the door. Bruno would've thought he was dead if he hadn't seen the curtains beside the door move.

Every day for almost two months, Bruno would come by to check on him. Sometimes he would bring fresh food, other times he would simply listen to Leone, allowing him to vent to someone who wouldn't judge him. Eventually, he decided to join Passione, and he moved in with Bruno.

It was only meant to be platonic. Sure, Bruno did find him attractive, and he may have developed a crush. But it would pass, he kept telling himself. Abbacchio relied on him, he trusted him. What would he think if Bruno turned around and shoved all of his feelings down his throat? Bruno didn't even know if he felt that way about other men, let alone himself.

One night, though, that changed. He'd been living with them for around 4 months by then, and it was around two in the morning. Bruno was awakened by Fugo and Narancia shaking him firmly. 

"What's wrong?" Bruno yawned. It wasn't until he heard the screaming that he got up and ran out of the room, the younger boys trailing behind.

"Narancia, search the area! It's late, so nobody-"

"Bucciarati, I already have!" 

"Well do it again, damn it!" He growled, bursting into Abbacchio's room. He was screaming as if he'd been stabbed, flailing wildly about his bed. 

"Go!" he yelled at the boys. Narancia summoned Aerosmith, running back down the hallway, and Fugo glared at him.

Bruno kneeled down beside the bed. He looked for any blood on the sheets, any sign that someone had broken in, but he found nothing. He wasn't hurt- he was having a night terror. 

"Leone," he said, lightly shaking the older man's arm. "Leone, wake up."

He sat up immediately, his silver hair clinging to his neck and forehead. He coughed, loudly, clutching his sweaty t-shirt. 

"Fugo," Bruno called, "I need a glass of water!"

He didn't bother to listen for his footsteps down the stairs. Instead, he only focused on Abbacchio. He was silent, except for his heavy breathing. Bruno sat on the bed beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Abbacchio trembled under his touch. The expression on his face could only be described as pure emptiness. The tears in his eyes began to fall down his cheeks, trailing some of the leftover eyeliner from the night before with it. 

Bruno wiped them away with his thumb, then pushed his stray hairs behind his ear. Fugo appeared beside them with the glass of water, holding it out for Abbacchio to take.

"Grazi," Bruno whispered, as Abbacchio grasped the cup. "I'm sorry for being so rude earlier, I hope you and Narancia can forgive me."

"It's alright, sir," Fugo sighed. "Should I tell Narancia to go back to bed?"

"That would be great," Bruno smiled. "You go ahead and get some rest too. We'll have an easy day tomorrow, so you can sleep in as long as you'd like."

"Thank you, Bucciarati."

Fugo trudged out of the room and called for Narancia. Bruno turned back to Abbacchio, who'd drank most of the water. He sat the glass down on the bedside table. He wasn't as sweaty anymore, and his breathing had returned back to normal, but he was still shaking.

"I thought something happened to you," Bruno sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know what the hell I'd do if you got hurt-"

"Bruno," Abbacchio whispered, his voice hoarse and shaky. "I'm so sorry. I'm okay."

"No you're not, Leone."

"It's been so long…" his voice broke. He began to sob, his quiet tone slowly getting louder. "It's been months since he died and I still have nightmares about it! Every fucking night all I can see is his face. It's all I can fucking think about!"

"Leone, it's alright-"

"No, it's not fucking alright, Bruno!"

He buried his face in Bruno's chest. Bruno embraced him, taken aback by the sudden contact. Abbacchio was not a hugger. Hell, he hardly even spoke unless it was with Bruno. 

Fugo and Narancia peeked into the doorway. Bruno waved them off, hoping they would just go back to bed. They gave in and left, still eyeing the two older men suspiciously. 

"Bruno," Abbacchio whispered, "Please don't leave me."

"I won't."

"I just… I just need you with me. You're the only person that understands."

"Leone," he sighed. "It's okay to hurt. It's okay to feel. I'll always be here for you."

Abbacchio sat up and his eyes met Bruno's. Bruno stared in awe. He never noticed how beautiful his irises were. They were golden and rimmed with a light purple, almost like a ray of sunlight shining through the darkest storm clouds you'd ever seen. It was beautiful- he was beautiful. 

It's okay to feel.

His own words repeated in his head. Bruno leaned back on the bed, Abbacchio joining him. After some adjusting and moving around, they found themselves in a comfortable position. Abbacchio laid his head on Bruno's chest, his long hair flowing around them like a waterfall. Bruno ran his fingers through the silver locks, and Leone almost immediately relaxed. 

Bruno stayed up to make sure Abbacchio fell asleep. Eventually, his breathing evened out and he began to lightly snore.

And it stayed like that. That's how they slept almost every night until today.

"Bucciarati."

He was pulled out of his trance by Giorno. The blond was now sitting beside him, a hand on his shoulder. Mista was on the other end of the boat beside the motor, feeding the pistols some chips. He was silent, which was new to everyone. Mista always had a smartass comment waiting to come out, but he wasn't even looking up at the other two.

"I think you should go into the turtle. Mista and I can keep watch."

"Why do you say that?" Bruno asked. "I'm fine."

"Sir, please," Giorno sighed. "I know how it feels to lose someone close to you. You need to rest, you've been working hard enough as it is."

"I'm fine," Bruno snapped. "I'm not going to take orders from someone lower in the gang than me- especially someone who only joined this gang three days ago."

"I-I'm sorry, sir, I j-"

"Don't 'I'm sorry' me! You don't even know how I feel right now. You'll never understand this!"

"Sir-"

"I lost someone who I'd planned my entire future with! I lost the love of my life, and you don't even understand how I feel! You don't understand how any of us feel. If it weren't for you, I'd still have him here! He hated you! I should've listened to him!"

Giorno sat in silence, staring down at his shoes. Bruno knew he'd regret saying all of that- his and Abbacchio's relationship had been kept private from the other members, and for a good reason, too.

"I'm going into the turtle," he mumbled. He decided to get in before either of them could say anything about his rant. He knew he had to get it together before the others woke up. He couldn't act like this in front of them- he was their capo, they looked up to him, they respected him. He couldn't feel this way around them.

Then, he heard those words running through his head that he'd told Abbacchio all those years ago-

It's okay to feel.

[smoljoelito]

On Describing How Love Feels, a Masterpost

A/N: Hi friends! Sorry for being inactive, I recently started nursing school! I might be posting an imagine sometime over the weekend though. I’ve been meaning to make this masterpost for a while, so here we are! Hope all is well x

I read TONS of imagines, stories, etc. where the main character is having dialogue with their lover, then suddenly they’re making out. There’s no build up, nothing. So, I decided to create a list of descriptive language I use and will use to describe anything from a mere crush to an intense, passionate display of love. I tried to keep this gender neutral so everyone else could fill in what they wanted! :)

Skin

Tingled- This can be used for many things. Maybe their presence caused this, their lingering touch, or just a glance.

Electricity- Did it feel like them stepped on a live wire, shocking every cell in their core, or was it more of a gentle spark, dancing across their skin with the same grace of a ballet dancer? Did them welcome this feeling, or do them hate how much them love them? Where did this come from, their words, their touch, and/or a kiss?

Warmth- I don’t know about them, but whenever I’m around my crush, my skin doesn’t feel like it’s necessarily on fire, but I feel a warmth emitting from my soul. Even just their presence can trigger this in me. Maybe for their character, their crush’s or lover’s touch turns her blood to lava, rising in the skin on her cheeks. Maybe their crush makes them feel on fire from their own nervousness. Do they start sweating in their presence?

Goosebumps- Maybe their S/O can sing, and some people, like myself, actually produce goosebumps from this when a person hits certain notes. Maybe it’s their touch; is it their lips against their neck or against their forehead? Is it their deep voice?

Fingertips- Did they tingle or go cold?

Numbness- Did their whole body feel numb, as if every feeling were taken out of them? Is that why they always said nonsense in front of their crush? Or maybe their s/o was kissing their neck, chest, hands, or any other part of their skin. Did it make them feel like their soul was leaving their body?

Hypersensitive- Maybe with all the kisses, every cell in their body felt alive. Did they seem to be in complete tune with their s/o? Did they hear their breathing or feel even the gentlest of graces of their fingertips across their skin?

Laugh

Their S/O’s laugh can produce many things:

Goosebumps

Tingly skin

Their heart stopping/skipping a beat/etc.

Also, what does it sound like:

Is it fruity? Singsong? Dripping with honey? Loud? Shrill? Like a melody? Or was it a cute giggle? Did they sound like a seal? Did the other person love them and didn’t care?

Heart

Heartbeat- Was it erratic? What was it from, nerves, their crush, etc? Did it feel like their heart was in a war with their ribcage, threatening to burst out? Was the heartbeat loud? Were they afraid their s/o could possibly hear it? Is it so fast that their smartwatch thinks they’re working out? Or does their heart stop? Did they surprise them, or did their beauty leave their heart dead? Or does it skip a beat? Does their S/O make their heart kick into arrythmia?

Tingling- Does it feel like there’s butterflies in their chest? How about a lion?

Pain- Were they so beautiful, it actually caused a stinging pang in their chest? Did their heart groan upon seeing them?

Somersaults- From nerves or excitement? Fueled by love, or the chase of a crush? Was it from a few flirty words or just catching a glimpse of them? Did they just have their first kiss or maybe an intense make out session?

Breathing

“Their breath hitched in their throat”- Was it from the beauty of the person? Did they unexpectedly compliment them or flirt with them? Did they surprise them? Does it prevent them from speaking any words, leaving them standing there speechless like a fool? Is the love unrequited? Expand.

Rapid- Was it because of nerves? Did them just run to see them?

Slow- Did they just shock them and confess their feelings? Or does the presence of their crush make them feel relaxed and at peace?

Lungs- Did they burn? Was it from first glance, or a fiery make out? Maybe for once, they didn’t complain about the lack of oxygen caused by the passionate kiss, since the rest of their body was getting its fuel elsewhere.

Stomach

Tingling- Are butterfly’s wings getting tickling the inner lining of your stomach, or is it a storm, as if, if they were to open their mouth, one might escape? Did it make them feel nauseous?

Flipping- Was their stomach doing somersaults? Why? From a kiss, touch, or maybe just seeing their s/o? Did it feel as if all their organs in their body were rearranging themselves? Is this caused by excitement or nerves like they’re going to throw up? Is there some anxiety involved?

Voice:

Shrill- Were they nervous? Does their voice get high in front of all their crushes?

Honeyed- Did they not believe the words for some reason? Did they seem fake? Maybe instead the words dripped with a honey-like sweetness, making them swoon?

Deep- Is the person trying to remain calm and show their smoothness? Does it come off as a bit cocky to the other person or cute?

Stuttering- Does their brain know what it wants to say, but every word seems to get mixed up in a blender before spilling out of their lips? Do they say it all as once sentence? Do they ramble?

No words- Are they lodged in their throat? Is their unrequited love? Are they not sure how to let the person down? Are they not sure how to spill their feelings?

Eyes:

Shining- Did they reflect the happiness of the entire world? Were they too pure, lighting up with innocence? Are they extra shiny from tears collecting in their eyes? Or do they shine even in the dark, because they wear their soul behind their irises?

Looking away- Are they shy, too afraid to meet the gaze of their crush? Did locking eyes burn them like they were gazing into the sun? Or were they unable to look away, in a complete trance by the other person?

Looking directly at the person- Are they 100% certain that their love is requited? Are they confident? What about the other person? Are they bold as well? 

I’ll probably add onto this eventually, but I want to post it to help others! Thanks all xx

[onewaywardwitch]

Just A Typo (11/?)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Hacker!Reader

Summary: It was a simple challenge between a very competitive group of friends. A challenge that ended very differently than anticipated.

Warnings: A cliché trope and a lot of shouting

Word Count: 2106

A/N: I promise the gif is accurate for this part.

“I don’t get why you can’t just ask him out,” Becca whined as she glared at me across the table. We were sitting in Angie’s apartment which was a refreshing change from the high-tech atmosphere of the tower. After begging and pleading and annoying Tony for nearly eleven hours straight, he finally agreed I could leave for a few hours, provided I was brought there and back. He didn’t seem to appreciate me persistently hanging around his lab.

We were talking about Bucky. Again. It's not as though I was the one to bring him up. Since Becca visited me in the tower last week, she’s been more determined than ever to make something happen between Bucky and I. Somehow, she managed to convince Angie to join her on her mission. So now I had to deal with the pair of them constantly inserting themselves into my love life. Or lack of.

“I can’t do that,” I scoffed. “It's Bucky. He’s not looking for anything like that. I'm just grateful he talks to me at all. He’s pretty quiet with most people.

Angie clapped her hands together. “There, you said it yourself. He doesn’t talk to many people, but he talks to you. He clearly likes your company, judging by what Becca said happened last week.”

“Oh please,” I waved her off. “Becca exaggerates everything- “

“Hey!”

“- nothing happened. He was just curious about what I was doing on my laptop, so I showed him. What’s the big deal?”

“The big deal is that, for a very empty corridor, you both were sitting awfully close to each other,” Becca replied, smirking at my flustered face while I struggled to come up with an excuse.

“Why don’t you just focus on your own love life?”

“Oh I am, trust me.” She grinned proudly, nodding in Angie’s direction who just gave me an exhausted look.

“Becca’s decided to join my gym,” she explained. “She picked me up last week and has now fallen head over heels for another woman who goes there.”

“We’re soulmates! I can feel it,” she defended. I simply rolled my eyes. This wasn’t unusual for Becca. She caught sight of a woman in the grocery store or in the bank and promptly fell for them. It was endearing how passionate she could be, but it didn’t make it any easier when the relationship ended and Angie and I were left to help her move on.

“But for once Y/N's life is more interesting than mine so that’s my current priority.” Before I had the chance to interrupt and disagree with her, she went on. “Look, you're clearly a mess and have no idea what to do with all your feelings- “

“Oh dear God, are you about to give me the talk?”

“- so why don’t you write it down.”

I rolled my eyes at Angie who shrugged in reply, not bothering to hide it from Becca. “What?”

She grabbed my laptop from the bag I brought with me and opened it up. After a few moments of her messing around on it, she looked up at me and cooed, “Aw, you have his email.”

“What are you doing,” I questioned, trying to sneak a peek at my laptop but she moved and sat away from the pair of us.

“Ok, say we write an email to him. But we don’t actually send it, of course,” she added quickly, noticing how I was about to interject from her first statement alone. “That way you can get everything out there so you know what to do. You can practice how to ask him out.

I laughed nervously, chewing on my bottom lip and glancing at Angie for support. “I mean, it couldn’t hurt.”

“Great!” Becca clapped her hands in glee. The pure joy that was radiating off her was shocking. She loved playing matchmaker a bit too much. “We’ll start it off simply. ‘My dearest Bucky, my loins burn in your presence- “

“What the hell!” “Why would you write that!” Angie and I yelled at the same time. I stared at Becca incredulously. “I want a date with this guy, not a restraining order.”

“Then tell me what you want me to write.”

That’s how the next hour or so went; with me baring my heart and soul while Becca told me I sounded like an idiot and needed to rephrase. Angie chimed in every so often with a “Becca, shut the hell up” or a supportive “that sounds great!”

Together, we broke everything down. We went through it step by step, word by word. It wasn’t uncommon for me to start blabbering before stopping myself and telling Becca to delete everything I just said. I was surprised with how helpful I found it. Admitting to myself and my friends that there was a slight possibility there was a spark between Bucky and I was almost therapeutic. And definitely healthier than the whole ‘lock it in a box’ schtick.

“And I was wondering if you drink? Well, obviously you do. Y’know, you’d be dead if you didn’t drink water. But other drinks. With people,” I rambled on and rubbed a hand over my face. “Scratch everything I just said, that was so dumb. Just end it with ‘I’d like to get a drink with you sometime’.”

“And that’s that,” Becca announced, mockingly wiping a tear from her eye. “I'm so proud that not all of that sounded moronic.”

“Gee, thanks for your undying support,” I replied sarcastically as she rolled her eyes.

“So, all you have to do is say to him everything you said here. You’ve already done it once. The hardest part is honesty. Now you’ve been honest with yourself, you can be honest with others.”

“If I'm being honest, Angie, you need to stop reading those motivational books. You're starting to sound like you swallowed a few dozen of them,” I commented. I turned to Becca. “You can shut the laptop off now. I think I should just go talk to Bucky while I'm in the right head-space.”

She shot me a thumbs up and went to exit our work. I was putting on my jacket when I heard the ping from the laptop.

It was like a scene from the most cliché movie ever. We all turned to stare at one another at the exact same moment, mouths agape in horror. Becca was glancing from the screen and back to our alarmed faces. She did this several more times before any of us did anything.

“Wha- please, please, please tell me that was not what I think it was,” I managed to sputter out. Angie clutched her scarf as though it was the only thing tethering her to the ground. I appreciated her dramatics on my behalf.

“I am so sorry,” Becca whispered. “I thought it was the delete button.”

“NO!”

I rushed over to where Becca was cowering and looked at the open email that now had a little ‘sent’ button in the corner. I quickly scrolled through, hoping it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. It was worse.

“Wait, you didn’t even delete the stuff I told you to cut out!”

Oh, it was much worse.

“Maybe it's not that bad,” Angie offered.

“Well, Bucky’s gonna see that I said, ‘shall I compare thy ass to a summer’s day?’, so that’s not ideal,” I exclaimed, giving Angie a pointed look.

This was horrible.

“Don’t forget the whole ‘burning loins’ part.”

It was this moment I decided I hated my friends.

Angie sensed that I was about to throw Becca out the nearest window and rushed over, struggling to think of how to console me. “  It's going to be alright. First things first, does he check his emails often?”

I snorted. “He’s like a hundred years old. I think he forgets he has an email half the time.”

“Great. So we just hack into Bucky’s phone and delete the email. Simple,” Angie said as if it was the easiest thing in the world. Becca and I shared a look. It did sound pretty simple when she put it like that. Technically, cyber security was what I did for a living now. And this was technically a cyber threat. To my happiness. How hard could it be to delete an email?

“The only thing is, Tony set up all the tech in the tower to be much more difficult to breach ever since what happened with us. I helped him make every electronic more secure. You have to be in the building and have whatever it is you're hacking into in your possession.”

“Field trip to the tower to save your relationship. Yay,” Becca said quietly, waving her hands slightly in mock excitement. She was still hiding behind a cushion, scared that the second she came out I would attack her.

She wasn’t wrong.

~~~~~

We somehow managed to make it inside the tower without anyone being suspicious of our behaviour. We all seemed to realise that we would we terrible spies; we couldn’t lie for shit. At least, Becca and I couldn’t. Angie was a lot calmer, acting like her true neutral self. She was able to whisk me away from a colleague who had said hi to me and I replied with a very loud “I work here!”

It wasn’t that difficult to get Bucky’s phone. I was just glad we didn’t bump into anyone on the way to the gym. While I was distracted watching him with the weights, my ever-faithful friends snuck over to take his phone which was lying on the bench. His hair was tied up in a bun, which was a style he hadn’t tried before but damn, it was definitely working for him.

“Hey, you still don’t want that restraining order, right,” Angie hissed, snapping me out of my trance and beckoning me to leave with them.

~~~~~

“We should be good here,” I told them, closing over the door to Tony’s lab. We headed towards the back where we would be less likely to be seen. “Pepper’s been giving out to Tony about the lack of breaks he takes from work, so she’s dragged him away for a few hours at least. I think my nagging earlier might have had something to do with it too.”

We hooked the phone up to my laptop and, with three expert hackers working on it, we unlocked it quickly.

“That wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be,” I said, cringing as I saw the first line of that email once again while deleting it.

I could only imagine Bucky’s reaction if he had seen it. That email was unfiltered madness and I wished I could do more than just delete it. I'd rather burn it from screen. If Bucky had even got a glimpse of it, I would have been ruined. His stupidly perfect eyes would glare at me in horror while I took one of the quinjets to an uncharted planet not in our solar system.

As we were leaving the lab, we froze when we heard Bucky shouting, and nearly tripped over each other when Sam came running past us in a panic.

“He’s gone mad!” He panted, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds as he paused to speak with us. “He says he’s sick of me taking his stuff. He flexed his metal arm at me! I don’t even know what he’s taking about!”

I went to comment, but he was gone before I could help him with his unfortunate situation. Becca stifled a giggle and Angie and I turned to her with a questioning gaze.

“I slipped Bucky’s phone into Sam’s back pocket,” she cackled. I grinned at her. She was a pain in my ass half the time, but Becca really did lighten up every shitty situation.

Bucky came thundering down the hall, a murderous look on his face. The three of us just pointed in Sam’s direction. He grunted in reply and we scurried down the opposite direction.

~~~~~

“Y/N, can we talk for a minute.”

I felt my blood run cold as I heard Bucky’s voice. Angie and Becca’s eyes grew wide from where they were sitting on the sofa.

“And, uh, what do you want to talk about,” I asked, facing his general direction but refusing to look him in the eyes.

“Um, I got a really weird email from you…” He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. “Something about my ‘intoxicating smell’?”

My two ‘friends’ bolted from the room before Bucky had even finished his sentence.

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Kuromaya Bodyguard AU

Claudine had too much pride in herself to simply stand by and watch. From a young age, she had always found the art of swordplay quite interesting, and as the soldiers trained in the courtyard, she often took the time from her regular royalty duties and snuck away to watch. Years after her exasperated mother and father grew tired of the girl escaping, they decided to let her train with the soldiers of the castle.

Now, at the age of 18, she was rather exceptional, being able to beat any recruit in just a few blows, and holding herself against the best of the king's men. But it wasn’t just the love of sword play that kept her passion burning throughout the years, it was the Kingsmen's daughter- also known as Maya Tendou, and also known, begrudgingly, as her royal bodyguard.

The two had met not long after Claudine had started her daily training. The right hand of the king, known as Captain Tendou, had come to the palace one day with his daughter in tow. The moment Claudine saw her, she was quick to notice her natural confidence. The girl had a stern look and stood straight and proud like her father. She introduced herself humbly to the others, already gaining liking from the soldiers. But, right away Claudine was wary of the new girl. It was 5 years ago when Maya first came to Claudine, introducing herself.

“Princess.” She said respectfully, bowing to the blonde. Standing straight once again, she spoke. “My name is Maya Tendou. I will be training to be your personal guard. I believe we will be seeing each other often.”

Claudine’s lips curved into an unapproved line, trying not to notice that the brown haired girl was taller than her. She did not need a bodyguard! She could protect herself perfectly fine.

Claudine huffed and to Maya’s surprise drew her wood weapon from its makeshift scabbard. Holding it out in front of her, the point aiming to the sky.

“I challenge you. And I won't lose.”Claudia said stubbornly. We will see who needs the protection here.

The corner of Maya’s mouth curved into a light grin, and her eyes sparked with determination, drawing her wooden sword accepting the challenge confronting her.

Needless to say, that was the day the Claudine Saijo was filled with a new passion. She lost to the skilled girl. Claudine found herself overwhelmed by the pure swiftness of Maya, and it seemed like they were on different levels- like looking up at an overwhelming mountain. Claudine couldn’t stand it.  

Claudine looked up from the cobblestone ground, her sword out of her reach and her hair frazzled.

“I look forward to our relationship.”Maya said, sheathing her sword, as Claudine glared up at her.

5 years passed, and their relationship changed, yet always stayed the same. For the first two years, they grew to be bitter rivals. Maya never showing any acknowledgement to the girl, and Claudine constantly challenging her. Then, on Maya’s 16th birthday, she was knighted as the princesses royal guard.

They went from sparing from the spare hours of the day, to Maya being by Claudine’s side almost every moment. Trips to faraway places, the dinner table, and Claudia’s lessons with the castle teachers. At first, it drove Claudine to madness. But the blonde girl got used to her rival’s invigorating presence. Her little teases and quips about Claudine’s everyday life and events began to be routine and the times when Maya’s presence was requested elsewhere, it felt oddly lonely. They grew to know each other better than anyone in the castle.

One thing that did not change was their competitiveness to beat each other. Claudine still had not won a single battle against her bodyguard, and it drove her to frustration. That frustration was then used and turned into determination to show Maya Tendou that she could protect herself, something she had failed to prove on day one. If there was one thing Claudine vowed to do before her life ended on this earth was to beat Maya Tendou.

Their training became more and more intense, and every day they sparred each other at least once. Without even knowing it, their daily battle became something Claudine ooked forward to. At the end of every spar, it ended the same, with Claudine on the ground and Maya with a victorious smirk on her face, holding out a hand for her rival. It took a while for Claudine to learn to accept the gesture, pushing down her pride.

The two girls had become very close over the recent years, and they soon learned that nothing could separate them. They knew each other's likes, dislikes- little quirks and habits. Yet there was always a fine line between them.

Maya being her bodyguard, had a duty- and that meant, while often poking at Claudine with small playful comments, she often kept to herself and stayed cautious. Always professional, never unguarded. Often it annoyed Claudine (for what reason she didn't know) but that line stopped them from getting further in their relationship. A princess and her guard, that is all they seemed to be.

But Claudine wasn't a fool. Out of the corner of her eye at times she saw Maya looking at her. A gaze that made her cheeks blush lightly with color and embarrassment. Whenever she turned her head at all, then the look would instantly snap away, back onto high alert like nothing had happened.  

Claudine would see the way that Maya would glare at flirting boys or soldiers that got too close, causing them to cower and leave the princess be. The way her brow furrowed when she spoke to possible suitors that her father arranges for her (if she had to choice, she would avoid them at all costs).

It would be a lie to say Claudine didn't think Maya was beautiful. Her soft brown locks that flowed down to her shoulders. The old blue bow that was tied in her hair. The tall, lean body that used a blade like an extension of her own arm…

Claudine definitely did not think about those things. Her rival. Her bodyguard. They kept it strictly professional of course. She wouldn't have it any other way.

Except for the times that line was crossed, just a tad.

“1,2,3 1,2,3 and- stop! Truly you two are remarkable!” Claudine's dance instructor praised, looking upon them with pride.

Claudine at the moment, was partnered with Maya for the lesson. Although she denied the need of a partner, the teacher strongly insisted otherwise.

“It is just not the same alone. This is a very intimate dance, something that you and your future suitor will dance at your wedding.” The woman seemed to daydream to herself, looking off with a smile.

Meanwhile, Mayas arm around Claudine's waist tightened and the two became closer than before. A smirk appeared in her features as she laced their fingers together and looked down a but at the princess in her hold.

“You are not afraid, are you? It's just a dance.”

Claudine set her lips into a fine line, hating how the bodyguard could read her so easily. It wasn't that she was afraid...but irritated.

Even in dance, Maya could keep up with her - no, surpass her so easily. Like everything came naturally. It was frustrating. And so that lead to determination.

In retaliation against Maya's statement she trailed her left hand from the guards shoulder to the back of her neck, and leaned up to her ear, letting out a breathy voice.

“I will not lose.”

Claudine herself, was surprised by her own bravado, but did not show the emotion on her face as she pulled back. She managed to catch a glance of wide blinking eyes, before the smirk settled back onto her rivals face.

“Of course.”

This was not the last time they crossed the line.

As time passed, Claudine found herself drawn to Maya. Although the girl was there constantly, she seemed too far out of reach. It was as if Claudiane could feel her presence even from any room. Hyper aware of every movement and shift.  She wanted to be closer. To feel the warmth of Maya's presence.

These feelings not only confused the princess, but also motivated her. The drive to get Maya to truly acknowledge her, to see her as an equal.

This went on until one fateful night. It had been soon after Claudine’s 18th birthday. After her party had been finished and she thanked all her guests, she retreated to her room, tired and drained.

From her open window where light from the slim moon filtered through, she could softly hear outside the cheers and banters of the drunk soldiers, soaked in the left over beer and ale from the party.

Quickly shutting the shutter doors, she let out a heavy breath and relaxed in the peace and quiet, her thoughts wandering to the many conversations with countless guests she had.

Her trance was broken by a knocking on the door. Two knocks, a pause, then another knock.

Right away Claudine knew it was Maya and opened the door, revealing the brown haired woman in her fine drab. Brown dress pants and a red vest over a crisp white shirt. Of course her scabbard and sword were by her side still, even in the fancy attire.

“A tiring night?” She asked, musing in her voice.

Claudine gave her a blank stare then let out a sigh. “Even after all these years, talking is still the most energy draining activity one could participate in.”

A light grin appeared. “A princess has her duties I suppose.” Maya turned a bit to indicate her leaving, but still faced Claudine.

“I just came to make sure you made it back to your room safely...”

Claudine felt a pinch of irritation and her brows furrowed.”I can escort myself to my room just fine.”

“and to say goodnight.” Maya’s eyes squinted a bit with amusement, and she continued her turn to exit the doorway.

“-And I also must say, the color red looks absolutely perfect on you.”

At this point Maya had already begun walking away receding into the darker part if the hallway, leaving Claudine to stew in her own embarrassment and fluster. Her cheeks had taken the color of her dress and her grip on the door knob tightened before closing the door with a click.

“Annoying…”She fumed, trying to rid the warm feeling from her face.

Although still reeling from the thoughts of the recent event, Claudine found herself extremely tired and exhausted, so she finally found the softness of her bed. The heavy fur blanket helped lull her to dreams quickly, and unfortunately she didn't manage to get away from the thoughts of the insufferable Tendou Maya.

She dreamt of the party, but instead of hundreds of guests and a hurricane of voices, it was an empty ballroom, where music played softly.

She was back in her red gown and pinned up hair, and found herself face to face with a certain brown haired girl.

Over her vest was now a black tailcoat that reached down to her thighs, and in the place of the belt and scabbard was a red sash. Maya stepped closer, to Claudine's dismay, and swiftly held her, exactly as the day they first danced together.

“You look nervous.” Maya teased, the usual smirk on her face.

Claudine looked away fleetingly, feeling much less confident than real life. It was true, regretfully. She didn't know what these feelings were. They plagued her night and day, and yearned for contact between the two.

“Why must you always seem so confident.” Claudine asked, looking down at their feet. Her hands slowly slid to their positions- one hand gripping Maya’s and the other gripping the waist of the tailcoat.

Maya was silent for a moment, before they started moving to the soft sway of the music.

“You...make me want to feel that way. It brings out the faces and emotions of yours that I truly love.”

The answer shocked Claudine, and she not only felt a burning in her face, but now her whole body. The connection of the skin of their hands felt like static, and she tucked her chin down a bit so that her face would be hidden.

But, in a turn of events, Maya sped up a bit, spun and dipped her. Her arm wrapped around her back and her hand still gripping Claudine's, she looked down at her with a look the princess had never seen before.

“I want you all to myself. If you haven't noticed already, I tend to be a very jealous woman.”

Claudine stared up at eyes burning with passion and could feel herself drown in them. With heat burning between them both and the gentle pull, she found herself closer and closer to lips that hovered just out of reach. Closing her eyes and using her just senses, she felt a ghost of a touch brush her lips…

Before she opened her eyes.

But, unlike to darkness, she spotted something. A glint and reflection of the faint moonlight hovering above her.

With a gasp, Claudine shot out her hand and grabbed the arm holding the knife that hovered above her, stopping it in just the nick of time.

Pushing the arm down and away from her, she jabbed out blindly with a fist, and luckily made contact with a nose.

The assailant let out a yelp before falling backwards onto their back and Claudine spotted and heard movement of another shape shifting toward her with speed from the same side  Diving off the opposite end of the bed, she scrambled off the bed and to her feet, lunging for her sword they lay against her armoire.

“Shit!” The figure that had been knocked to the ground cussed, and stood, pulling a sword from his waist. The other did the same, and with Claudine’s eyes adjusting to the dark she could not see their faces due to the black cloaks that covered their shoulders.

“You have made a grave mistake.”Claudine threatened, holding her blade in front of her.

Without another word the two rushed forward, one with his blade raised, the other ready to strike.

The one with the raised blade reached her first, and without hesitation, she blocked it with a clank, and shifted her body to the side before letting her weapon run along the edge. A screech sounded from the clashing metal's, and she swiped down and across, making contact with a leg.

Yelling, the man stumbled back, losing his balance and fell to the ground a few steps away, unable to get upon his feet.

Soon after the other swung his larger sword from his right side, and using her strength, Claudine angled her blade as a ramp, and side stepping, so that the uncontrolled attack would not hit her.

Losing momentum, the second man stumbled forward into the cabinet with an crash, the wood splintering slightly from his force. Taking a step back, Claudine raised her blade again, ready for another attack, but it never came.

After regaining themselves, the two struggled to their feet and exited back through which they came, her bedroom window.

Claudine thought to go after them before her attention was shifted to her bedroom door bursting open.

Maya, looking ultimately on high alert had her shirt poorly tucked into her loose pants and her hair a true mess, held her blade in front of her ready for assault.

But when her gaze first scanned upon an empty room, they then landed on Claudine. Without a moment wasted, she rushed over and wrapped the princess in a rib breaking embrace dropping the sword to the ground.

“I heard noises, so I rushed over as fast as I could…” she breathed, her arms wrapped tightly around Claudine's shoulder and torso.

The blonde stood in shock, never hearing the tone in her bodyguards voice before. It seemed panicked and worried. Nothing like her usual confident self. Dropping her sword, she begun to left her arms so that she could return the hold, but Maya pulled away at arm's length.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” Her eyes quickly scanned Claudine's body for any injuries before staring straight at her.

They were painstakingly silent for a few moments, just staring into each other's eyes before Claudine begun to register what was happening. She had just been attacked. They had tried to kill her. And they had been so close to doing so.

Before she knew it, her body shook, and she felt something wet on her cheek. Reaching up, she wiped it away, before looking down at her hand, then up at Maya’s concerned gaze.

Claudine felt her cheeks become more and more wet, and soon the neutral plain expression on her face morphed into a frown. When the sob escaped past her lips, Maya pulled her back into her chest, whispering soothing words into her ear. Saying it was okay, she was safe now. She would protect her. Her words were also apologizes for not being there. For letting her be alone. For getting there too late.

Claudine buried her face into her bodyguards shoulder, and pressing her body as close as she could. Tight arms wrapped around Maya's torso, and hands gripped the soft worn tunic. Sobs became muffled in the cloth, and after a while her body stopped shaking.

After a sharp inhale, Claudine pulled back from Maya’s grip to look into her eyes. While they were back to being calm and collected, the blonde could see the worry still etched into the girls face. Reaching up, Maya took her hands and gently cupped Claudine’s face.

“I'm so glad you are okay.”

A thumb brushed across her cheek, and with those words, Claudine felt her heart squeeze.

It was then she realized what her feelings really were.

Soon after the traumatic event,  the castle was in a panic. Guards stood posted more than ever, and the King and Queen had become incredibly busy with the news and many other duties that had spawned.

The night of the attack Claudine had instead stayed in Maya's room in her bed, while her bodyguard sat all night in a chair next to her. She refused to fall asleep, and when Claudine woke the next morning (she somehow managed to sleep with Maya's presence) she saw the girl sitting straight up and alert, watching everything in the room.

The next few days were truly hectic, and Claudine found herself under 24/7 surveillance and Maya did not leave her side. In fact, instead the the usual watch from a short distance away, she stood directly next to her at all times, and instead of being just a hallway down, she stayed in Claudine’s room with her, once again standing guard.

The was truly tiring the past couple of days, and every night Claudine found herself turning to mush the moment she met the warmth of her bed. Although it somewhat irritated her that she was under constant watch and surveillance, Maya was a more tolerable presence. And even if she did tell Maya to go and get a good night's rest, she would not have answered and continued her watch by the door.

Letting out a heavy breath from beneath the covers, Claudine looked down past the end of her bed and let her gaze settle on Maya who was lit from the light of a fireplace in the corner of the room. She stared for a short while, before biting her lip and braving her next question.

“Maya.”

The guards eyes instantly snapped to Claudine's location, and her gaze softened in acknowledgement.

“Will you...come stay with me?”

The question hung in the air for an awkward amount of time, and Claudine instantly began regretting her question.

It wasn't until Maya stood and walked over silently to the other side of the bed Claudine began to panic. She had not turned, so she couldn't see Maya, but she did hear the unbuckling of her belt and scabbard and the clank of the metal tip of the sheath hitting the cobblestone ground.

The bed then dipped beneath weight, and after movements of settling, it became still. Claudine bit her bottom lip, before turning and facing an already turned over Maya.

There were bags under her eyes and her lips were chapped, but her eyes were wide awake and alert. Claudine suddenly became a bit angry, her usual behavior coming back to her. Maya had not properly slept or eaten ever since the incident, and the princess just now let the frown come to her lips. Maya had to take care of herself. She was her bodyguard and her rival, and it was a necessary for the girl to be in top top shape. In this state, Claudine was sure she could beat her in spar. Which wouldn't be right.  They both needed to be in full health before it was an real challenge. The princess would not accept it otherwise.

Softness in her face, she brought a hand up to Maya's cheek lovingly, before pulling her hand back a bit and flicking the girl in the forehead with a satisfying snap.

Maya's eyes opened wide, and she blinked a couple times in surprise, not knowing what to say. A frown on her face, Claudine spoke.

“You will get a full night's rest and eat tomorrow until you are full and properly healthy. If you do not do so, I will throw you in the dungeons.”

Maya blinked a few more times, before the corner of her mouth curved up and a giggle escaped her mouth.

Claudine was so entrapped by the sound, she almost forgot she was scolding the girl and her irritation was instantly gone.

“Yes princess.”Maya replied, her eyes a bit squinted from her grin. It was infectious, and Claudine couldn't help but let her own grin escape from her lips. The two stared for a moment before Maya shifted and put a hand between them. Sucking in a small breath, Claudine broke her gaze and looked down at it, before moving her own hand to meet it.

When they met, their fingers intertwined with each other, and the warmth from the contact soothed them both.

Looking up, Claudine saw that Maya had closed her eyes and was finally beginning to rest, so she decided to do the same. Just before the crackling of the dying fireplace and dreams overtook her she heard a quiet voice speak.

“Goodnight my Claudine.”

Days passed and the castle went back into its its normal state, with the exception of more guards posted. Things returned to as they were before, and training and Claudine's normal schedule had begun again, including her favorite part of the day.

Training had gone along like usual. A warm up to start, then a polishing of techniques, and last the sparring. Maya had reverted back to her usual self with her teasing quips and natural confidence and Claudine went back to being irritated a frustrated with losing.

But something was different. The line that was there before seemed faint, and the two found themselves often closer than usual. Accidental brushes of the hand, fleeting touches, lingering gazes. It all seemed new, and while their relationship remained mostly the same, there was something deeper now. A connection that made Claudine's heart flutter and her frustration melt away.

Although not at the moment as Claudine began to fall backwards after having her feet sweeped out from under her.

Claudine started to protest, but found herself caught in a grip that kept her hovering from the ground below. Opening her eyes, she met a familiar gaze with a invigorating smirk floating above her.

“It seems I win again.” There was gloat in Maya's voice, and her tone was teasing as she held the blonde In her arms.

Claudine stared for a moment, the familiarness of the situation freezing her thought process and she instantly thought of her dream.

It was so close now, and it was real. All she had to do was move up…

But, instead, she let a determined smile take a place on her lips, refusing to give up just yet.

“Then I will win the next one.”

Maya smirked once again, her smile saying it all. She accepted the challenge. And she always will.

It was later that day when the sun was setting and the courtyard where training took place had cleared out. All that was left were a few spare wooden swords and arrows left in their targets.

The sun left an orange glow across the setting, and from the grass Claudine stood holding a wooden sword, practicing her strikes. She wore her blonde hair up in messy pony tied by a brown ribbon, and her clothes showed the fruit of her heart work, sweat beginning to show.

She had been so invested on making precise blows, she almost hadn't noticed the soft footsteps behind her. Whirling around, she met another wooden blade with hers, the two sticks making a loud clack that echoed through the courtyard. Maya stood behind the blade, and the two held the position before they exchanged a few more blows, filling the air with noise.

After an opening appeared, Claudine jumped back away from Maya, and stood in a ready stance. They held each other's stare for a moments, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Claudine moved first. She held her blade out in front of her, the point facing into the sky.

“Maya Tendou, when I beat you, I propose that you will no longer be my bodyguard.” The princess stated.

A look of confusion passed across the brown haired girls face, and she raised an eyebrow.

Claudine cleared her throat, and looked away from a second, before quickly looking back.

“Instead...you will...you will be…”She could feel her confidence from before wavering, and without even noticing, Maya stepped closer to her, lowering the sword.

“I will be what?” She said slowly.

Claudine became nervous as she came closer and had to look anywhere but Maya.

“Er, uh um...my uh...lo- lov…” She could not finish the sentence, and the princess felt like she was beginning to boil over. She was so flustered, she had not noticed Maya had come so close. Close enough for their bodies to almost touch. Too close.

“Hmmm.” She hummed, leaning forward.”Is this what you mean…”

Claudine looked forward at the last moment to face Maya just as their lips pressed together. She suddenly felt like her insides twisted and her heart started pounding throughout her body. The kiss was warm and soft and she could feel the bodyguards hand travel up the her sides, leaving trails of fire, but it was painstakingly short and sweet. As maya pulled away, Claudine whimpered and leaned forward a bit to try and capture them again, but she was already gone.

“I see. Then I look forward to the day you beat me...If you do.” Maya teased, before stepping back.

Claudine felt like she had a fever, and her nerves were screaming throughout her body, but then her eyes met Maya's. Her rival. Her bodyguard. Her friend. She learned to breathe again. Now that the shock had passed, another feeling entered her body. Pure determination.

“I won’t lose.”