#fairies truth or dare

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Masks in Ancient CDramas

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An Ancient Love Song, The Blue Whisper, Heart of Ice and Flame, In Blossom, The Journey of Chong Zi, The Killer is Also Romantic, The Last Immortal, Lost You Forever, Love and Redemption, Love Between Fairy and Devil, Love You Seven Times, Mysterious Lotus Casebook, Princess Silver, Song of the Moon, A Tale of Love and Loyalty, Till the End of the Moon, Truth or Dare, Wonderland of Love

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[dragongodryss]

Truth or Dare

Characters: Sting Eucliffe, Rogue Cheney, Gajeel Redfox, Wendy Marvell, Natsu Dragneel

The Dragon slayers made a point of meeting at least once a month, typically on the 20th. It didn't matter if one or two couldn't make it or what they did together, what mattered was that they met. Sometimes they (Usually Natsu and Gajeel, occasionally Laxus) sparred, sometimes they played trained together, other times, they talked about their dragons and draconic culture in general.

Erik and Laxus were the most typical drop-outs, and Natsu and Wendy usually dropped out together. Sometimes, Sting had to skip out due to his master duties, but Rogue would make an effort to show up anyway.

They usually met in a clearing in the forest between Magnolia and Gazania when they weren't expecting downpour, but on days where rain was expected, one of them would host (Usually Sting and Rogue or Natsu).

Today was scheduled to be rainy, and as Natsu had hosted them last time and hadn't yet volunteered to do so this time, Sting had decided that he and Rogue would host their meeting this week. He ran down to the closest shops for enough snacks to placate seven hungry Dragon slayers while Rogue let the others know.

Rogue called Gajeel, the only one that could consistently be relied upon to answer his lacrima, first.

"Hey kid, what's up? Need me to arrest someone for you?" Gajeel picked up on the first try. He continued his cop bit on occasion, despite not having worked with the council for a while. At least he'd stopped threatening to arrest Sting, among many others.

"No, not right now. I'm calling to tell you we're hosting our meet-up today. Could you let the others know? Oh, and tell Kinana to tell Erik. I'll tell Sorano as well, so maybe he'll hear about it." Erik and Wendy didn't have communication lacrimas yet, so they needed to be told verbally.

"Alright, well, thunder-thighs is out on a job, so he ain't coming. But Salamander and little blue are in town. I'll let Kinana know. We doing this tonight?" Gajeel asked.

"Sting didn't say. He's out buying snacks. Be there at five, I guess." Rogue told him.

They showed up at six, they being Natsu, Wendy and Gajeel.

"Alright, what do we do?" Gajeel asked. Fighting was out of the question.

"Well, I was thinking," Sting started, never a good sign, "We could play truth or dare."

"Sounds good." Natsu agreed. Wendy tacked on an 'Okay'. Rogue supposed he'd be outvoted no matter what, so he shrugged.

"Let's go alphabetically." Sting suggested.

"By first or last name?" Wendy asked.

"You choose, I don't really care."

"Last." Wendy said, for obvious reasons. Which would be fine, if not for the fact that that meant Rogue was going first. "Rogue, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Boring." Natsu commented.

"When is the last time you apologized, and for what?" Wendy asked. Rogue thought for a moment.

"Yesterday evening. I bumped into the table and I was tired, so I apologized to it." Rogue admitted. Gajeel snorted. "Natsu, truth or dare."

"Dare." He had better, after his comment.

"Switch clothes with Sting for the rest of the game." Rogue said without wasting a moment.

"Fine. Let's do this." Natsu had not anticipated that this would be the day he wore thigh-high boots and a crop-top, but he had done far worse dares, courtesy of Erza. "Sting, you're next, right? Truth or dare?"

"Dare!" Sting said. Natsu chuckled evilly.

"Go to Minerva's place, ask for the spiciest thing she has in her house, bring it back here and chug it." Natsu ordered. Sting grumbled but got up.

"I'd be scared, but I can't take you seriously in those clothes." Wendy told Natsu, quite unnecessarily, he thought.

"Yeah, imagine running a guild like that." Gajeel quipped, laughing when Rogue glared at him.

Sting returned with a small jar of a red-brown powder.

"Minerva says I have to bring this back, it's expensive." He told Natsu.

"So you're going to chicken out? How are you going to take care of Rogue if you can't even keep you word?" Gajeel asked.

"He can't take care of anyone if Minerva kills him!" Rogue protested.

"Rogue takes care of Sting!" Frosch, who was apparently in the next room, called out.

Sting chugged the spices. He was surprised by how little he felt it. Then:

"ARGGHHHH, CRAP THIs hurtsss. Ow. Ow. Water- Please..."

"Sting!" Lector, Rogue and Wendy all shouted. Gajeel tried to hold in his laughter at the sheer stupidity.

"Lector, we have milk in the fridge. Just grab the whole bottle and bring it here. Hurry!" Rogue ordered. Lector, who had entered the room when he'd heard Sting scream, flew off to get milk.

Once Sting was in slightly less pain, Lector and Frosch were sent to Yukino, who was supervising the Guild in Sting and Rogue's absence.

"Aright, next. Wendy. Truth or Dare?" Sting rasped.

"Truth. Please go easy on me."

"Last time you snitched on a guildmate and what for."

"That's not going easy!" Wendy protested.

"What gave you the impression I was in the mood to go easy on anyone?" Sting asked.

"Fine. I- I never told on anyone." Wendy hoped she would get away with the lie. From the doubt on everyone's faces, she hadn't. "Fine, I told Erza about Natsu and Gray smoking Bixlow's weed."

"That was you? I thought she smelled it!" Natsu exclaimed.

"Okay. Moving on. Gajeel, truth or dare?" Wendy panicked.

"Dare."

"Hold a plank until it's your turn again." Wendy said. Gajeel got up into a plank.

"Rogue, truth or dare?"

"Dare." Rogue hoped he wouldn't regret it.

"Keep your eyes closed for the next two turns." Gajeel told him. Well there was absolutely no way that would ever go wrong. Rogue shut his eyes.

"Okay, Natsu. Truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to let Sting write or draw whatever he wants, wherever he wants, with whatever he wants, taking as much time as he needs, on you." Rogue said. Sting deserved the chance to avenge himself.

"Ooh. Nice! Give me a minute." Sting scrambled off to get whatever it was he was getting. He came back a couple of minutes later. "Alright. Don't move, Natsu!"

"Why do you have glitter glue? Sting!" Natsu questioned. "Sting, you know I'm giving you a dare next. Sting!"

Rogue had no idea what the hell Sting was doing, since he couldn't see, but Gajeel sounded like he was trouble keeping up his plank while laughing and Wendy seemed concerned.

"Hurry up, lightbulb! I've been holding this damn plank for five minutes now." Gajeel complained.

"What is he doing?" Rogue asked Gajeel and Wendy.

"Writing 'I'm a jerk', 'Erza sucks' and, uhm... 'Please kick me uwu' in permanent markers and, uhh... Bluebird, go see what he's drawing, I can't move. He's using glitter glue for that anyway." Gajeel explained.

"I'm drawing dicks!" Sting happily called out before Wendy could get up.

"You're paying for this, Sting! Truth or dare?" Natsu growled.

"Truth." Sting said with what Rogue imagined to be the most unbearably smug look on his face.

"What is your most ridiculous fear?" Natsu grinned sadistically, planning on using the information against him next turn. By the look on his face, Sting knew it too. Served him right. Sting thought for a while.

"I don't know. They're all serious to me." Sting thought aloud. "Oh! Minerva said my fear of hospitals is ridiculous. So, that, I guess."

"That's normal though." Natsu said. "They smell like sickness and death and stuff."

"Well, Minerva doesn't think so, and she's going to send me there for the spice incident. So yeah. Wendy, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Of all of us here, who is your favorite?" Sting asked.

"Not you." Everyone, even his boyfriend, said in unison.

"Rogue?" He whined.

"Did you really think you were her favorite? After your last question?"

"Fine. I'm yours anyway. So who is it, Wendy?" Sting asked again, the matching looks of expectation on Gajeel and Natsu's faces erasing some of the hurt he felt. This was going to be fun.

"Uhm... Let me think." Wendy panicked again. Sting entertained himself with watching Gajeel suffer in his plank, so close to relief, yet so far.

"Come on, it's clearly me!" Natsu insisted. "You already said it's not Sting, and it's definitely not Rogue."

"What about me, you jerk? You wanna go?" Gajeel shouted.

"Why wouldn't it be Rogue anyway?" Sting threw in for good measure.

"If you wanna fail your dare, I'll fight you!" Natsu answered the challenge.

"Coward!" Gajeel insulted him.

"What do I do if I don't want to answer?" Wendy asked sheepishly.

"Then Gajeel has to stay in his plank forever." Rogue said evenly, ignoring the chaos. That gave Sting an idea.

"Nah. Then I give you a dare instead and we reverse the questioning order so you don't give anyone a dare this turn." Sting suggested, pretending to be merciful.

"Yeah, I like that." Natsu said.

"Sounds fair." The oblivious Gajeel agreed, Rogue's comment making him desperate for a resolution. Rogue and Wendy nodded,

"Alright Wendy, dare it is. Take this lacrima, call anyone you want outside this room and tell them that they are sexy and you are hopelessly in love with them. Then hang up before they answer." Sting dared her.

"That's mean." Wendy complained.

"Then answer the question." Sting suggested. Wendy gulped and called.

"ErzayouaresexyandIloveyoubye!" Wendy rattled off in one breath.

"Close enough. Alright, since we're reversing the order; Natsu! Truth or Dare?" Sting asked.

"Wait! What?" Gajeel roared.

"You agreed to it, plank boy." Sting dismissed him.

"Dare?" Natsu said, a little more hesitantly this time.

"Give Rogue and Wendy your wallet and let them go shopping unsupervised." Sting ordered.

"With my eyes closed?" Rogue asked, worrying about the many stairs.

"Wendy will take care of you."

"After the stuff you put her through, I wouldn't blame her for pushing me down the stairs to get back at you." Rogue told him.

The trip down the stairs went better than expected, thanks to Rogue's shadow travel. But now, the trouble was finding a shop while guiding a blinded Rogue in the pouring rain, which would give him trouble finding his way around.

"We really should have brought our coats." Wendy mused as she guided Rogue by the arm. She looked around. They walked the streets in silence, looking for a shop that looked interesting. She picked a jewelry shop, hoping to get a gift for Sherria. She looked in Natsu's wallet. Wow, did he have a lot of money. Something caught her eye.

"Hey, Rogue? Since you can't see, can I choose what we get? I want it to be a surprise." She asked innocently. Rogue agreed.

Meanwhile, in Sting and Rogue's apartment, Sting was stuffing himself with sweets. Natsu was doing the same, while wondering if he should have told Wendy that he had been holding on to the reward for their last job and that she could be spending Lucy's rent money. Gajeel, meanwhile, had been in his plank for half an hour at this point and was sick and tired of this game.

Cheerfully, Wendy guided Rogue back home.

"We're back!" She called out, soaking wet but smiling. Beside her, Rogue looked like a wet cat.

"What did you get?" Natsu asked.

"I don't know." Rogue answered.

"Give me a second. First, I got matching bracelets for me and Sherria!" She proclaimed, holding up two silver bracelets, one with a sapphire and tiger's eye heart and one with rose-quartz and sapphire. Expensive, but there would still be enough to make Lucy's rent and some money for the rest of the team to split. "And I bought this for Rogue!"

"It's beautiful! Put it on him." Sting exclaimed. Natsu couldn't see it yet, but he didn't need to be Carla to know this was not going to go well. "Oh, man. I wish he could open his eyes. It matches them so well."

Rogue felt some sort of circlet being placed on his head. It felt cold, like metal. From Stings awed commentary, he could guess some of it was red.

Natsu couldn't deny it suited Rogue, but the circlet killed any hopes of bringing back any money. His team would never trust him with the rewards ever again.

"Rogue. Truth or dare?" He asked numbly.

"Truth." Earlier, he had mocked Rogue's decision, but now, he saw the wisdom in his fellow Dragon slayers choices. He remembered something a drunk Sting had thought up while at a party.

"Have you ever had sex in a tree?" Natsu asked. Sting suddenly looked awfully sheepish.

"I have tried. Do you remember when I had that concussion?" Rogue answered honestly.

"Sting, you moron. What part of that is looking out for him?" Gajeel scolded.

"It was romantic until he fell!"

"Alright Gajeel. Truth or dare?" Rogue asked. Gajeel sighed in relief and collapsed in a heap on the floor.

"...Truth."

"Where do you think you'll be in five years time?"

"What is this, shadow princess, a job interview?" Gajeel asked.

"It's a question, and what's with the nickname?" Rogue fire back.

"Ya look like a princess. Tiara'n all. But I guess I'll be in a meeting with you losers again. But I sure as hell won't be playing this stupid game." Gajeel answered.

"Okay, my turn! I pick dare!" Wendy said.

"Lick your elbow."

Wendy tried to reach, but her tongue would not stretch quite far enough. Scowling from the effort, she kept trying. Eventually, Rogue piped up.

"Shouldn't the dare be physically possible?"

"Fine. New dare. Hit Sting on the head." Gajeel agreed. Wendy obliged, carefully. "Ya had a free hit, and ya let him off easy. The jerk would've had it coming."

"Okay Sting, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Do you have vinegar?" Wendy asked. Sting liked where this was going.

"Yeah. Brand new bottle."

"Drink it. All of it."

"Good kid." Gajeel said.

"We have a new bottle for a reason." Rogue complained.

"I'm sorry, what?" Gajeel asked.

"We have a new bottle for a reason." Rogue repeated. "And that reason is that Sting likes sour things."

"I'm not surprised. Bloody Freak."

"Chug! Chug! Chug!" Natsu was probably chanting loudly enough to rouse the downstairs neighbours. Sting opened the bottle and gave it a swirl, putting it to his lips and drinking the whole thing in about 30 seconds.

"Alrighty, now! Natsu, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Have you ever said something you regret about someone in this room?" Sting asked mischievously.

"Yes."

"Well?"

"No. Rogue, truth or dare?"

"Truth!" Rogue opened his eyes as he spoke, blinking them a few times to get used to the light.

"What to you think about the circlet?" Natsu asked. Rogue went to look at a mirror. He came back shortly after.

"It's beautiful, but it must have cost a fortune."

The game fizzled out after that. Everyone crashed at Sting and Rogue's place for the night.

The Fairy Tail Dragon slayers returned to Magnolia to find Erza waiting for them.

"Wendy, I got your message. Are you alright?" She asked, concerned.

"Yeah. We played truth or dare."

"That explains... things." Erza said, her gaze sweeping the trio before her. Gajeel was rubbing his arms with numb fingers, looking absolutely miserable. Natsu, wearing what looked like Stings clothes, with marked skin and a deeply guilty expression on his face. Wendy, all things considered, looked the best out of the three. "Do the other two look worse?"

"No. We all agree that lightbulb is the worst though." Gajeel growled.

Back in Gazania, Rogue was surprised at how little clean-up was necessary. Looking at Sting's smug face as they had their morning coffee, Rogue knew he had been right.

When Sting had an idea, it was never a good thing.

[rwac96]

Prompt

Crossover RWBY and Fairy Tail

Ren is dared by Neptune and Sun to slap Cana's ass. He is ready for a slap or kick or something physical. Instead the girl takes it that he wants her and she is all for it. Face shoved into tits.

Nora: Renny? RENNY!! *turns to the SN duo* Sun, Neptune, you guys seen Ren?

Neptune: *gulps* Um...

Sun: He went off to meditate!

Nora: *squints* You two are hiding-- *eyes widen, gasping* REN?!

*Lie Ren is in a tight hug, thanks to Cana Alberona; who has shoved his face into her bosom*

Cana: *chuckles* Since you love to slap asses, how about you get a face full of tits~.

Ren: *muffled shouting, blushing*

Nora: *enraged, pulling out Magnichild* LET GO OF MY RENNY, YOU BOOZE HUSSY!! *lunges at the Wizard and attacks her*

*Ren is free as the two women get into an intense catfight*

Neptune: *turns to Sun, whispers* She's gonna find out that we dared him to slap that bar hottie's butt.

Sun: *clasps his hand onto his teammate's mouth* Keep that on the down low!

[gojoest]

this was supposed to be a ramble post but i went on and on ;-; i might fw this idea some more in the future! tried to be as eloquent as possible but failed

royal au, crown prince!gojo satoru, f!reader (she/her), you reject him but that ain’t stopping the king to be from pursuing you, wc: 1.5k

crown prince gojo satoru, predictably, was the most desired man in the kingdom.

along with his royal heritage — the simple fact of being the next in line to the throne — his highness was undeniably a well-favored, handsome man that no other could hold a candle to. naturally, ladies would often throw themselves at him — some charmed by power, others harboring genuine feelings. he could see through them all and he would politely, and sometimes not so — depending on the intention — would turn them down.

his highness found no thrill in the concept of love. he saw no challenge in it and in someone dolling up for him and speaking to him of all the things that he, supposedly, wanted to hear. he deemed it boring. thus, he’d often sneak out of the castle (jumping off his balcony, unharmed) when the ladies arrived to visit him. other times he’d send the servants to deliver the unfortunate (and very much untrue) news of his highness being sick and needing rest to recuperate his strength. he truly could not be bothered while there were other things that piqued his interest more.

the battlefield, he admired it.

he grew up as — what others considered — a problematic child. ditching etiquette lessons to go into the forest and climb the trees, hunt animals and pick up branches to practice swordsmanship by himself. other times he’d simply act up in inappropriate ways, purposely so, that would inevitably bring punishment upon him, resulting in him being locked in his room to reflect on the unfitting of a royal behavior he displayed that day.

yet, nobody knew how agile and flexible he was, that he had learned how to climb and land safely after jumping from dangerous heights.

hence why, to this day, his highness uses his balcony as an exit when faced with unwanted guests. and to this day, nobody knows to where the crown prince has perished when the noble ladies line up in the castle to meet him.

truly, a problematic man.

his father, the king, was not having it. he thought, maybe, if he were to actually send his son the battlefield in order for him to come face to face with the harsh truth of it, that it was not as the fairy tales told so, that it was bloody, merciless and brutal, filled with death and decaying corpses — he would, maybe, come to his senses.

but, unfortunately so, that did not do it.

so far, everything was going the way the crown prince had desired — he had learned, early on, how to manipulate his environment to get what he wanted, through mischief. he had become a self-taught knight by his own means. he had caused enough havoc in order to be sent away to the most desired of places he wanted to be. the battlefield.

he conquered lands. each time he returned to the royal capital, he brought victory.

the neighboring countries were growing wary, avoiding conflicts and easily agreeing and bowing to the demands of the kingdom in order to prevent wars from breaking. the army’s strength, led by none other than the crown prince gojo satoru, was unheard of.

soon, the entire world knew of it. the clashes and conflicts seized. nobody dared oppose the kingdom anymore.

the prince returned to the capital, back to his boring days.

the days once filled with dull etiquette and history lessons were now replaced with the constant nagging to review a list of candidates in order to pick a bride to be the next crown princess.

it was a bothersome activity. his only challenge now was finding new excuses every day to avoid it.

but alas, there was only as much he could do to run away from his royal responsibilities of continuing the bloodline.

it was after the king had threatened to have the head of his right arm in combat and best friend, the glorious knight geto suguru, that the crown prince caved and considered looking at the portraits of the candidates presented to him.

in front of him were a list of the big families and the portraits of their daughters sent in.

“say, suguru”, satoru lifts a curious brow. “the lady of this house”, he points at the paper, “i can’t see her portrait”

suguru chuckles. “i am afraid, she did not send in one”

the prince scrunches up his nose. thinking. “i don’t understand?”

suguru, covering his mouth, tries to hold his laugh back. “she did not send in a portrait”

“did she forget?”

“i don’t think so”

“then? why?”, satoru stares. clueless.

suguru, with his entire willpower, is earnestly trying to fight the laughter climbing up his throat. the crown prince might be his best friend, but he didn’t really know how this man would react when faced with rejection for the first time in his life.

“in my humble knowledge”, he clears his throat before continuing, “when a lady refuses to send in a portrait to the royal palace, it only means she is politely withdrawing from the list of the candidates, your highness”

silence.

and then, a stretch — of lips, into a smile. a smile of disbelief. one that resembles the smile he shows when faced with a challenge on the battlefield that his audacious opponents throw at him.

“is she rejecting me?”

“i am afraid so”

intriguing. it’s been too long since he felt that kind of thrill, and to think he’d experience it while flipping through mere portraits of his wife-to-be’s. perhaps, he should’ve listened to his father sooner, huh?

he chuckles to himself. “good. i want her”

from that day on, the crown prince, who was once apathetic and uninterested in banquets held by the nobles, attended every one of them that was rumored to have you as a guest.

sadly, you rarely showed up. during the times you were present, you obviated his approach in a crafty and tactful manner.

he started sending you gifts — luxury gems and stones, hairpins, foreign cloths and dresses that were considered hard to obtain even by the big noble families. you sent them all back to the royal palace.

but unfortunately to you and very fortunately to the crown prince, this uncourteous gesture of yours intrigued him even further. he already had a hunch from your previous encounters, that you were not one to be bound by etiquettes of high society nor were you one to be easily blinded by opulence. but just in case, he wanted to test you. he wanted to see more of your deviant nature.

yet, he almost felt defeated, ashamed of taking you so lightly — as if tarnishing and trampling on your character — every time upon seeing the gifts delivered back to him in the same state that he had sent them, unpacked. not even touched out of curiosity. spotless as they were — as a sign of unambiguous rejection.

maybe, he shouldn’t have acted so carelessly with you.

it was during a banquet hosted by the royal palace in honor of the visiting diplomats from the neighboring countries when satoru finally got the chance to strike a more private conversation with you.

eyes glued to you all night, watching as you danced and socialized with other nobles, he was waiting for the right moment to approach you.

and just as you happened to leave the ballroom and walk toward the balcony to catch some fresh air, he excused himself and followed behind you.

“don’t tell me you’re already bored and want to leave, my lady?”

you turn around, visibly unfazed by his presence.

“good evening, your highness”, you politely greet, bobbing a curtsy to him. “although it is not to my liking, i wouldn’t call such a fancy banquet objectively boring. i was merely getting some fresh air after dancing”

there she goes again with that witty tongue of hers, he chuckles. “i see. you find it subjectively boring, if i may assume?”

“you may and that wouldn’t be far from the truth”

he lets out another chuckle, wiping a hand across his face as if at a loss of words. you truly are one intriguing woman.

“i will be very frank with you, my lady”, he speaks. “i think, i might’ve fallen for you”

you remain unamused, not even a single feature on your face flinching at his very confession.

“love is not something you think, but rather something you feel, your highness. curiosity, on the other hand, might pick at your brain and make you think and ponder”

he chuckles. “they’re not mutually exclusive, i believe. can’t love start from curiosity?”

you crack a soft smile. “perhaps”

“may i assume this is you giving me permission to pursue you further?”

“excuse my impertinence, your highness, but — do you have a thing for getting rejected?”, you tilt your head, an impish grin on your lips. “how long are you going to keep this up for?”

he steps closer, “i promise i’ll stop”, taking your hand into his and courteously going down on one knee before kissing it — “when you stop rejecting me, my lady”

[sanemistar]

DANGEROUS MAN

contents ★ clan leader!gojo x fem!reader, enemies to lovers, fluff, suggestive (17+), making out, slight mention of biting/marking, reader gets called princess, 1.6k+ wc. ﾉ requested for my milestone event.

event m.list ★ jjk m.list

your parents had warned you several times about satoru gojo, the leader of the gojo clan. one of the strongest clans to exist, along with your own clan. they had forbidden you from speaking him, let alone being in the same room as him. due to the long history and the rivalry between your clan and the gojos, your clans had considered each other enemies for as long as one could remember. you had been familiar with their warnings like the back of your hand, and you had abided by them for so long. though you personally had no ill intentions towards him, nor even understood the hatred against the gojos.

that was, until you had met him in person at one of those boring higher up gatherings that you were forced to attend when you two coincidently went outside to get a breath of fresh air, away from all the tension and awkwardness inside.

the first thought that had come across your mind when you first saw satoru was that he was charming, like one of those charming princes you read about in fairy tales. you’d seen him in pictures before, but never this close. truth be told, pictures could’ve never fully captured how ethereal he looked in real life. you’d never seen anyone like him before, and you probably never would. he was simply out of this world, like a work of art—a one in a million man. enchanted by his beauty, you couldn’t help but stare at him in admiration. your eyes never dared to look away from him, as if they were glued onto him.

“well well. if it isn’t you, the princess from that clan.” satoru’s voice pierced through your ears, waking you up from your dazed state. “you’ve been staring at me for so long, like i’m a statue in a museum or something.” you were unaware of how long you’d been staring at satoru until you saw the confusion on his face as he pointed out. you felt your face redden in embarrassment and you immediately looked down in an attempt to hide your flushed face.

“s-sorry about that, gojo-san. i didn’t mean to do that, i just…” you trailed off mid sentence, unsure of what to say in order to justify your actions earlier. your head was in and your thoughts were all over the place.

you heard a pair of footsteps coming closer to you and before you was none other than satoru. the one man you shouldn’t be standing so close to. your mind was telling you to run away and leave, but your body refused to move an inch. his thumb quickly glazed over your chin, swiftly lifting it up and your eyes got caught in his alluring gaze like a mouse in a cheese trap that was unable to escape before he let go of your chin. you could swear that the spot where he touched you earlier was tingling, as if his touch was electric.

“oh c’mon, no need for these formalities. they mean nothing to me. my name is satoru, so just call me satoru.” he spoke and you were slightly taken aback, you two had just met and he already wanted you to act on a first name basis.

“but..” he cut you mid sentence.

“no buts, it’s pretty easy. just repeat after me, satoru.” he said his name again slowly, waiting for you to say it back. he was pretty insistent on it so it looked like you had no choice.

“satoru.” his name finally rolled off your tongue, and a proud smirk made its way onto his face upon hearing you say his name. the way it came off your lips got him a little excited.

just then an idea popped up in satoru’s head, a reckless one at that.

“why don’t we go somewhere else where it’s just us two? away from all this.” he grabbed your hand gently yet firmly, like he had no intention of leaving you alone.

you knew best that it was never good ignoring what your parents had told you and involving yourself with him. but at that moment, you agreed to go with him. completely forgetting about everything, the rivalry, the hatred, everything. you weren’t sure if that was a rebellion phase or what, all you knew was that it felt right leaving with him.

satoru seemed surprised for a moment by how quickly you agreed to follow him, but grinned and took your hand before dragging the two of you away as you disappeared from the main entrance and into a quieter place where it was just you and him.

you had no idea how you ended up being pinned against the wall with satoru’s tall, lean figure hovering over you. completely blocking your view and blocking you from sight.

“why did you follow me so easily, hm? what if i had a malicious intention of some sort. didn’t your parents warn you about how dangerous the gojos were? especially their leader.” your chest moved up and down as your heart began racing rapidly.

“if you had any malicious intentions like you said, you would’ve taken me somewhere outside the territory. but since we didn’t really go that far away, it’d be useless for you to be doing anything dangerous here.” you began explaining. and satoru seemed so impressed by your smart response.

“you’re indeed very amusing.” he chuckled softly. he rested his hands on the wall, forcing you to look at nothing else around but him.

tension between the two of you began rising, and you found yourself subconsciously looking at his lips.

and satoru was so quick to notice how you were eyeing his lips for a while now.

“you could’ve simply asked me for a kiss if you want it so badly instead of just staring at my lips, princess.” he leaned in as he whispered into your ear and you could feel it heat up a bit in embarrassment.

and before you could get the chance to say anything you felt satoru’s lips smacking onto yours. you gasped into the kiss in surprise, your mind screamed at you to break away and push him off of you. but this time not only your body, but also your heart, refused to. you wrapped your arms around his neck, getting in the mood as you pulled him even closer to you. your fingers ran through the back of his soft hair.

meanwhile, satoru’s hands delicately trailed all over your back, slowly exploring every part and every bit of your skin. he was taking his sweet time touching you all while having your lips against his own, tongue exploring every corner of your mouth.

as the two of you further got in the mood, your kisses had become sloppier and hungrier. teeth clashing against each other as tongues swirled around one another in sync. what started off as a soft, gentle kiss had become a series of deep, passionate kisses that held so much lust and desire in them.

you felt so good that you could almost see stars.

“mhmm..” careful not to make any loud noises in order to avoid getting caught by anyone, you hummed against his lips. and you never knew you had the ability to hum like that ever so sweetly.

you couldn’t believe that you were doing such things with the one man you were never supposed to be doing all of that with.

satoru gojo was indeed dangerous, he was too dangerous for your heart.

the two of you had been making out for almost ten minutes straight. if it wasn’t for your desperate need for air to breathe, you wouldn’t have broken away. but due to the lack of oxygen, you had to break away from the kiss and catch your breath. eyes were only half open, your head was still light and dizzy after that makeout session as you were heavily panting, your lips which were now swollen were still slightly parted as a small trail of drool trickled down your chin.

“you look so beautiful right now, i think i’m in love.” satoru glazed his thumb over the corner of your lips, wiping the drool off. he leaned in once more and began nibbling on the crook of your slender neck and you winced a little as you felt him biting a bit too hard which would have probably left a mark that you would have to hide.

“maybe we should leave all this behind and run away together. it’s a great idea, don’t you think?” he suggested as he looked up at you, his blue eyes glowed slightly in the dark.

you suddenly came back to your senses upon hearing the words he said and slightly pushed him off of you.

“satoru we..” you began speaking, trying to form a coherent sentence. “we can’t do that. we’re supposed to be enemies, remember?” it was more of a reminder to yourself than it was to him that you and satoru would never be anything more than enemies.

“but enemies don’t kiss each other like that.” he whispered as he continued kissing your neck and up to your cheeks, then your nose, then back to your lips. he gave you quick, light pecks before pulling away.

“guess i’ll have to talk to those annoying higher ups of ours and end that nonsense rivalry, cause no way i’m gonna let you be with anyone else that’s not me.”

and the next thing you knew, you were being dragged by satoru into the main hall where all the higher ups were as both of you made a dramatic entrance when he announced that he’d be marrying you before kissing you in front of all of them. leaving everyone in the room, you included, in great shock.

satoru gojo was a dangerous, very dangerous man.

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[whisperofwonder]

Wife Guy

The wife guys of Haikyuu

(The term does have some negative connotations but I don't mean it like that here. They're just some dudes who really love their wife. Cool? Cool.)

Featuring: Bokuto Koutarou, Iwaizumi Hajime, Sakusa Kiyoomi x wife!reader - ~300 words each

(if someone else needs to be here, tell me. I might write it.)

BOKUTO KOUTAROU

Come on. He's the ultimate unironic wife guy.

You, his wife, are the light of his life. He adores you. He doesn't shut up about you. Your friends and family know this, the Jackals definitely know this, even his fans know this because he can't resist posting about you even when the social media managers get on his case. The moment your name or the words "my wife" pass his lips, anyone within earshot knows that it's all over.

He never misses an opportunity to tell you how much he loves you. You need to know that, in his eyes, every little thing about you is perfect. Not only that, but he's a really touchy guy. He loves holding your hand, putting his arm around you, barraging you with kisses, any form of skin to skin contact with you. You and everyone around you have gotten used to the constant PDA over the years. He's just so pure and sweet about it that no one can even say a thing about it.

One of the things he loves about being a professional athlete is that it gives him the means to spoil you. Designer items, the latest tech, lush vacations, whatever it is that catches your eye, he's already got his credit card out. He's not trying to buy your love, he's showering you in his. No matter how often you insist that all you need to be happy is him, he can't resist a little treat every now and then.

The day you agreed to marry him was one of the best days of his life. Every time he takes notice of the ring on his finger, a little jolt of joy goes through him, even after all this time. The mere fact that he gets to spend the rest of his life loving you is simply unmatched.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

There's a reason that Iwaizumi Hajime (27) Athletic Trainer is written as a knight in every single medieval AU. He's chivalrous, hard-working, and utterly devoted to his wife. He might be quieter about it, but his love for you is an undercurrent to everything. From the kiss pressed to your forehead when he gets up to start the day to the moment he pulls you against his chest in bed each night, there are a hundred little moments when he shows just how much you mean to him.

Most obvious to everyone around him is the small smile that comes across his face every single time he talks about you. "Oh, my wife picked it out." "Yeah, she did make this." "I'm taking her to dinner tonight, actually."

You will never walk closest to the street on his watch. Forgot your jacket? No you didn't, he tossed it in the back seat. When you're washing dishes after dinner, he's right there with the towel to dry. Craving ice cream at 10 pm? The corner store is only a few minutes walk for him, no it's no trouble, don't be ridiculous. It all just goes to show that he's constantly thinking of you - what you might need, what you might want, what might make you smile. If it's within his power, why wouldn't he do it for you? It's just inconceivable.

You make his life better. All he wants is to do the same for you. He might never say it out loud, but being married to you is the fairy tale life he hadn't dared to hope for. Spending every day by your side is enough to make him the happiest man in the world.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

His wife is his person. The world is full of irritants, uncomfortable situations, people who rub him the wrong way. You are the one that soothes it all away. His safe space. Coming home to you every day feels like a weight sliding from his shoulders.

He took to the simple day-to-day of married life so well. Dating was never his scene. Truth be told, you've felt married long before he put a ring on your finger. Everyone says the pair of you are the token old married couple. He might scoff, but to him it's the best kind of compliment.

He takes real pride in the home you share together. It's a sacred place that deserves to be kept neat and clean and comfortable. No matter what kind of day he has, he'll always spend at least a little time making sure everything is running smoothly for you, keeping up with the small things that he knows make your life a little easier.

His favorite moments are the quiet ones you share together. When either of you has had a less than perfect day, it's an unspoken rule that you'll be spending the evening together, curled up in your own little world where nothing else matters. Nothing is more comforting to him than the feel of you in his arms, breathing in your familiar scent. Everything else simply melts away.

Marrying you was the easiest decision he's ever made. There was no alternative. In the course of his life, he knows that he's doing something right, because with you by his side, he knows he can face anything else that may come.

[dawngyu]

𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑: 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍

pairing: knight kang taehyun x crown princess reader genre: royalty au, forbidden romance, monarchy, power imbalance, court politics, treachery, longing, slow burn, mdni. (more to be added)

Keep your head high.

You are to be the future queen of this nation.

You echo the words under your breath, the hundred-page script drilled into your skull, etched into your bones with every curtsy and correction. Your hands won’t stop shaking. You feel your eyes burn, but you don't dare blink.

Fairy tales are for the forgotten. Lies dressed up in gold leaf and ink. In your world, love is a coin, and no one walks away whole. The dress is perfect. White stark silk spun fine as breath, stitched with a thousand careful promises none of them intend to keep. It fits like a story meant for someone else. Isn’t this what little girls are supposed to want?

A crown, a kiss, a kingdom?

“You look beautiful.” Your head turned swiftly at the sound, drawn as though by instinct. Familiarity crashes into you, and with it, the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding finally escapes your lungs.

“Taehyun,” his name fell from your lips like a hymn. Of all the lessons they forced upon you, all the names and titles committed to memory, his was the one truth your heart would never forget. “You came.”

He remained where he was, as if the very sight of you had rendered him still. You moved, not with grace but with desperation, as though your soul had caught fire. He was still out of reach, yet you already felt his embrace, the ghost of his hands pressed over your skin on your countless nights.

“I knew you would look this beautiful,” he murmurs, the words barely rising above a breath. He leans in as soon as your body met his, burying his face in your hair, heedless of the silken pins or the hours of preparation. The scent of jasmine and fear clings to him now, and he lets it. None of it matters. Not when your sorrow carves itself down his cloak; stiff, and now stained with the truth of you. The emblem of the crown catches your tears like a confession.

He holds you tighter. For when he crossed the threshold, ironclad boots echoing in a hall meant to keep you caged, he broke every vow but one.

“Run away with me,” he breathes, his voice shaking, heart laid bare and offered in your hands. “Run away with me, princess.”

‎₊ ˚ ⊹ ིྀ ‎‎‎‎‎RELEASE DATE: JUNE 29, 2025 MST

note: I made this little teaser during a quick prompt writing session with my girls! It made me think of my bbg @xylatox and her man, Taehyun — and since I’ve never written for him before, this fic was born! Can’t wait to share it here soon. 💖

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[rafesbuzzcutseason]

wicked game

chapter 1 - welcome to kildare college

synopsis: y/n is sarah’s roommate and the embodiment of sunshine. rafe, on the other hand, is her complete opposite. when the boys place a bet that he can't win her over, rafe takes the challenge without hesitation. after all, he never backs down from a dare. the closer rafe gets to y/n, he finds himself drawn to her warmth in a way he never expected, and for the first time, he wants to be more than just the guy with a bad reputation.

but secrets don’t stay hidden for long, and when y/n finds out the truth, rafe is left to face the consequences. now, he has to prove that somewhere along the way, the bet stopped mattering, because losing her was never part of the plan.

masterlist

here it was. the day you had been counting down too for the last 6 months.

you took a deep breath, and entered the room the resident assistant had told you was yours.

the room was already half-decorated. fairy lights strung along one side, polaroids pinned to a cork board, and an expensive looking tote bag tossed on the bed.

before you could even process it all, a blonde girl spun around from where she was unpacking, eyes lighting up. “oh my god! you must be y/n!”

before you could do more than nod, the girl was pulling you into a tight hug.

“i’m sarah cameron, your official roommate and new best friend” she said, grinning.

you laughed, already liking her energy. “nice to meet you sarah. i'm y/n."

“so, tell me everything. where are you from? do you have a boyfriend? what are you studying?" she asked.

you shook your head but smiled. “well, i'm from south carolina, i do have a boyfriend, and i'm studying education as i want to work with kids!"

sarah gasped dramatically. “a boyfriend? oooh, tell me everything. long distance? is he at KC? is he hot?”

you laughed, shaking your head. “yes, no, and… yes."

sarah smiled. “that's cute. and studying to be a teacher? even cuter. you're a little ray of sunshine."

"i get told that a lot." you smiled back.

she leaned forward, eyes gleaming with curiosity. “okay, real talk. how do you feel about frat parties?”

you hesitated, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “uh, i mean… i’ve never really been to one.”

sarah’s jaw dropped. “never?”

you shrugged. “not really my scene, i guess.”

sarah gasped like you had just confessed to a crime. “okay, nope, we have to fix that. there’s a huge party at kappa tau tonight. it’s basically a ‘welcome back to chaos’ event. you have to come with me.”

you hesitated, nerves starting. “i don’t know-”

sarah gave you a squeeze. “come on, y/n. you don’t have to love it, but you can’t start the semester without at least going to one.” she nudged you playfully. “i promise i’ll be your personal bodyguard if the frat guys get annoying. plus i have a few friends who came here as well who you'll love.”

you sighed, already knowing you were probably going to cave. “fine. but if it’s terrible, you owe me coffee in the morning.”

sarah grinned. “deal.”

before you could respond, a loud ding! came from her phone. she glanced at the screen and groaned.

“what?” you asked.

“ugh. my brother,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. “he’s already texting me about the party.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you have a brother here?”

sarah sighed dramatically, falling back onto the bed. “unfortunately.”she continued. “year above. he’s a frat guy, the frat guy. throws wild parties, and thinks he’s god’s gift to campus.” she shot you a look. “so, if he or any of his little minions try to charm you tonight, run.”

you laughed. “duly noted.”

"good. he's a pain in the ass."

a/n: first and foremost, my baby @darlingstarkey deserves every ounce of credit here possible. she is my own ray of sunshine and i can't thank her enough for how much she helps me and lets me throw all my ideas at her. i love you my cherub

secondly, first chapter AHHH scary. hope u guys are ready for this one <3

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[mahgyu]

Thinking about Nanami, who always warned her not to be upset if he didn't cry during their wedding ceremony.

Yes, it's obvious that he loves her more than anything in the world. He would face anyone to keep her safe above all else, but Nanami doesn't consider herself the type to express her emotions through the crying, whether they are good or bad.

So, as the wedding date approaches, Nanami begins to prevent any possible disappointment, trying to reassure her that, even if he doesn't cry at their wedding, he will be more than happy and fulfilled with the occasion. You clearly wouldn't expect anything like that from him, but Nanami started to fear that you might find him a bit rude for not getting emotional during the most important day of your lives. But, you and Nanami have been together long enough for you to know every aspect of him, knowing him from the first strand of hair to the last toe. You would never find him rude for dealing with his emotions in his own way.

However, we truly only know how to deal with situations when they are happening before our eyes. Holding the wedding ceremony on the beach was of both decision, just for close family and friends. Nanami stood beneath the altar, trying to cope with the growing anxiety as he heard the wedding march begin to play. In the distance, you appeared, resembling a princess from a fairy tale, the one and only and exclusive princess of Kento Nanami.

Time stood still, the entire journey of you two together flashed through Nanami's mind. He never believed he would live this, always dedicating his life solely to work and refraining from relationships. He doesn't even dare to think what would become of him if you had never accidentally bumped into him at the bakery Nanami frequented. The icing from your cake that ended up staining Nanami's suit also marked the beginning of your conjugal life.

All Nanami had in mind now was to build a family with you, to move to a peaceful environment in a big enough house to comfortably accommodate all the children he dreams of having, to come home from work and be greeted by the people he loves most and lives for. And as he grows older, to carefully enjoy what remains of life alongside the family he built, next to the woman he loved the most and with whom he could share every dream fulfilled.

And after all, Nanami was mistaken, tears trickled slowly down his face, clouding your smiling image that was coming towards him.

When you joined him at the altar, with the sunset kissing your face, your eyes shining with tears that also flooded them, and your smile that would be able to bring Nanami back to life, Kento could swear that this would be the image that he would carry with him forever and ever.

"I thought you said you wouldn't cry," you break the silence jokingly while holding one of Nanami's slightly trembling hands and, with your other hand, wiping the glistening drops off the man's cheeks. "You can't blame me for loving too much," he responds, smiling genuinely, while briefly kissing your forehead.

The truth is Gojo would be sitting in the front row, crying even louder and more dramatically than the bride and groom themselves while blowing his nose with a handkerchief ( ˃ ᵕ ˂ )

Let me know what you think of it. Comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

[shiorihyugawrites]

Velvet Heat (No Regrets!Levi x Reader Oneshot)

Before Levi Ackerman ever wore a uniform, he was the Underground’s most dangerous man—untouchable, cold, and utterly lethal. But one night at a lounge, a bold little dancer climbs into his lap with a smirk that dares him to lose control. And Levi? He takes the challenge personally.

He doesn’t go easy. And you don’t want him to.

18 + Only | Minors Do Not Interact

The air in the lounge was thick with smoke, sweat, perfume, and whispered sins.

A low hum of conversation murmured beneath the seductive melody of piano and strings, the notes floating like silk through the haze. Candlelight flickered along polished brass railings and red velvet drapes, casting golden shadows across the faces of criminals, smugglers, and nobility who liked to pretend they weren’t slumming in the filth of the underground. But even here—in a city without sunlight—there were stars.

One star, in particular.

Levi Ackerman leaned back in the worn leather booth in the farthest corner, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded. His posture was deceptively relaxed, but those who knew him understood the truth: he was always ready to kill.

The infamous Levi. The underground's deadliest blade.

People whispered his name with fear, respect, and jealousy. A man who slit throats like it was second nature. A ghost with knives for hands and no soul to speak of. And tonight, he was here for one reason:

To see you.

“Oi, is this really worth the trip?” he muttered to Furlan without turning his head. “She better not be just another girl in fishnets pretending to be a dancer.”

Furlan chuckled softly. “She’s not just a girl. She’s a fucking legend down here.”

“Tch.” Levi’s sharp grey eyes flicked to the stage as the house lights dimmed. “We'll see about that.”

And then… She stepped out.

You.

Wrapped in crimson sheer silk that shimmered with every sway of your hips. The lingerie dress clung to your curves like it had been painted on, exposing your legs, waist, and just enough cleavage to tempt death itself. Thin straps slid off your shoulders like you didn’t care who watched.

The entire room silenced.

Your hair spilled down your back, and your face—gods, your face—looked like it had been sculpted by an artist with a love for sin. Lips painted scarlet. Eyes laced with mischief. A smile with dimples so deep it made hardened criminals shift in their seats.

But Levi didn’t shift. He stared. Unblinking.

The music started—slow, sensual. You danced, your body twirling through the stage like a blade of light. Effortless. High. Ethereal. 

Levi’s jaw clenched.

You didn’t look at him right away.

You twirled. Danced. Let your body become the music. Graceful, fluid, seductive. Like a fairy dipped in wine and wicked thoughts. Every man in the room leaned forward like moths drawn to flame.

Then your eyes locked with his.

You didn’t smile.

You smirked.

And Levi, that deadly bastard, raised a brow. Just one. Like a challenge.

You accepted.

Your bare feet padded silently across the stage and down the short set of velvet-covered stairs. Each sway of your hips more deliberate now. Every movement calculated. A predator in sheer red lace. You crossed the room slowly, a siren weaving her spell.

Levi didn’t look away.

He never did.

When you reached his table, you climbed onto it—graceful as a cat—and straddled his lap with your thighs spread wide over his, ignoring the stunned gasps and growls of envy from the crowd.

Furlan nearly dropped his drink.

Levi didn’t move.

You leaned in close, your voice a soft, wicked purr near his ear.

“You look bored.”

His eyes narrowed just slightly. “You’re bold.”

“And you’re beautiful,” you whispered, dragging a fingertip down the bridge of his nose. “I don’t usually do this. But I think I’ll make an exception.”

You kissed his cheek slowly, deliberately, your red lips smearing against the sharp angle of his face.

A perfect lipstick mark.

He caught your wrist just as you started to pull away. His grip was strong—but not cruel.

“I don’t like games,” he said flatly.

You smirked, twisting your wrist free with a dancer’s finesse. “Then follow me. Let me show you how I play.”

You gently grabbed his hand and lead him towards the back on the lounge. The private room was lit only by a chandelier of dying candles. Crimson velvet lined the walls and chaise lounge. A soft fur rug lay beneath your feet. You locked the door with a click.

Levi stood just inside, silent.

You didn’t speak.

You just danced.

Slow. Sinful. Seduction distilled. Your hips rolled, your bare feet gliding over the rug. The sheer silk flowed around you like mist. Your hands slid over your own curves, drawing his attention to your waist, your thighs, your breasts—everything men dreamed about and never touched.

He watched. Breathing steady. Face unreadable.

But you saw it in his eyes. Hunger.

You turned your back to him, letting the red silk slip down your arms. You looked over your shoulder, lips parted, breath shallow.

“Touch me,” you whispered.

He was on you in an instant.

Levi’s mouth crushed yours, his kiss rough and greedy. You answered with a moan, throwing your arms around his neck. His hands gripped your hips, fingers digging into flesh. You kissed him deeper—tongue, teeth, passion. You sucked on his bottom lip, then licked the corner of his mouth just to tease him.

He growled.

You laughed breathlessly and pushed him toward the chaise. He let you.

You climbed into his lap again, kissing down his throat, nibbling just beneath his jaw. His pulse jumped under your tongue.

“You gonna kill me?” you teased, voice soft as silk.

“Not tonight,” he muttered, dragging his lips along your collarbone. “Not unless you ask real nice.”

You rolled your hips over his, slow and deliberate. You felt him—hard beneath you, the tension in his muscles coiled tight.

“I’m sure you’ve killed for less,” you whispered.

He gripped your ass with both hands, pulling you tighter against him. “Don’t tempt me.”

But you did.

Every sway. Every sigh. Every flicker of your eyes as you stripped for him, peeling away the last sheer layer of your lingerie, baring your flawless skin beneath flickering candlelight.

You were a goddess made flesh.

And he worshipped you in silence—with his hands, his mouth, his body pressed against yours like he was starved.

You kissed again—slow this time. Tender. Deep.

You guided him down onto the chaise, your body hovering over his. Hair cascading around your face, your dimples deepening as you smiled down at him with a sultry glint in your eye.

You had him.

Levi’s cold, calculating gaze never left yours, even as you straddled him like you owned him—like you’d always meant to. His body was deceptively still beneath yours, but you could feel the tension in him. Like a beast barely leashed. Like something wild that hadn’t decided yet if it wanted to devour you or let you keep teasing.

He stared you down, a predator in human form.

And you… you stared right back.

Your smirk was slow, sultry, teasing.

Daring.

Your hands moved with purpose, curling around the delicate straps of your sheer red lingerie and sliding them off your shoulders, letting the fabric drift down, inch by inch. His gaze didn’t waver—yet. He was trying to prove something. Maybe to you. Maybe to himself.

But then—

The silk slipped low enough to reveal your breasts, and that was when he broke.

His eyes flickered downward.

Just for a heartbeat.

Just long enough for you to feel the victory pulse like electricity through your veins.

You didn’t say a word. You reached for his hands, rough and calloused from years of violence, and guided them to your chest. You pressed them to your bare skin, slowly… deliberately.

He didn’t resist.

Didn’t even blink.

His fingers curled, squeezing your breasts with slow, deliberate pressure, thumbs brushing over your nipples like he was testing the texture. His jaw tensed, nostrils flared. Still quiet. Still unreadable.

But his hands stayed.

You began to move again—hips rolling, body winding. A private dance made just for him. You moved with purpose, grinding slowly, sensually, until you could feel it—him. The hard, growing bulge beneath you.

You felt him twitch through his pants, and your hips rocked harder, more confidently, feeding the heat between you. The air was thick with your breath, the scent of candle wax, and the sharp buzz of Levi’s restraint fraying at the edges.

Then, without warning, you leaned forward and kissed him.

He didn’t pull away.

His lips were dry but warm. Soft but firm. You moaned against him, deepening the kiss. His hand slid from your breast to your lower back, gripping you tighter, anchoring you against him as he kissed you back—slow, hungry, like he had been holding back for too long.

And then, in a blink—he moved.

His grip on your waist tightened, and before you could react, he shifted his weight and flipped you beneath him in one smooth motion. You let out a small gasp as your back hit the velvet chaise, his body now hovering above yours, knees planted on either side of your hips.

His hands pinned your wrists above your head, his body pressed flush to yours, hard and unrelenting.

He was fast.

Strong.

Dangerous.

And yet… he wasn’t hurting you.

His face hovered inches from yours, eyes dark and stormy, studying you like you were something fragile—something rare.

“You think you’re in control?” His voice was low, rasping, a growl dragged over gravel.

You didn’t flinch.

You didn’t look away.

Instead, you tilted your head, smirking again, breath hot against his lips. “Aren’t I?”

Something flickered in his eyes. Lust. Annoyance. Admiration.

“You’re bold,” he muttered, voice thick. “Too bold.”

“And you’re hard,” you whispered, shifting your hips beneath him just enough to remind him exactly where your body met his.

His jaw clenched again. His hands slid down from your wrists, dragging slowly over your arms, until they settled at your sides. His fingertips dug into your hips like he was trying to decide if he wanted to leave bruises.

He leaned closer. His lips brushed the shell of your ear.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

You shivered, heart racing.

“I know exactly what I’m asking for,” you whispered.

He exhaled slowly, his breath hot on your neck, and you felt the smallest shudder run through him.

“I don’t go easy.”

“I don’t want easy.”

Levi pulled back just enough to look at you again. His hair hung slightly in his face, the dim candlelight catching on the sharp angles of his jaw. His eyes were dangerous—full of promises you weren’t sure you were ready for, but completely unwilling to turn down.

One hand rose to cup your cheek, thumb brushing just under your bottom lip.

“You’re gonna regret this,” he said quietly.

You nipped at his thumb with your teeth and grinned.

“Then make it worth it.”

His mouth was on yours before the last word left your lips—devouring, dominating, taking. You moaned into the kiss, your hands fisting in the back of his shirt as your legs wrapped around his waist.

He pressed his hips into yours, grinding slowly, deliberately, making you feel every inch of his arousal through the thin fabric between you. You gasped, arching into him, your fingers clawing at his back.

He broke the kiss with a low curse, staring down at you again like he was about to commit a crime.

And in that moment, you were more than willing to be his next sin..

You were flushed, lips parted, body trembling beneath his weight. You couldn’t move, not with the way he pinned you down with nothing but his presence, his hands, his voice.

And then—

He moved lower.

His hand slipped between your thighs.

You gasped, hips twitching, but Levi didn’t let up. He used two fingers to push aside your lingerie underwear—slowly, carefully, like he was unwrapping a gift. His touch was rough, calloused, but his movements were maddeningly gentle, teasing your folds with deliberate strokes.

“Shit…” he murmured, almost to himself. “You’re soaking through already.”

You whimpered. “Levi—”

He slipped one finger between your slick folds and dragged it through your heat, smearing it across your clit with a slow, lazy circle. You bucked beneath him, but he pressed his forearm against your hips, holding you still.

“You wanted this, remember?” he said, tone dark and smooth. “Climbed into my lap like a little slut... dressed like that... teasing me in front of a whole damn room.”

You gasped at the vulgarity of it—but gods, you liked it. Too much.

“I bet you thought I’d be rough right away. Thought I’d rip your panties off and fuck you into the chaise.” His voice dropped lower, lips brushing your ear. “But that’s not how this works.”

And then he slid one finger inside you.

Your back arched as the sensation bloomed white-hot. He watched you, expression unreadable except for the way his eyes darkened, flicking down to watch your body take him in.

“You’re tight,” he growled, slipping in another finger beside the first. “Hot. Fuck.”

He curled them inside you, rubbing against the spot that made your thighs tremble. Your legs tried to close, but he shoved them open with his knee, never once looking away.

“Keep ‘em open,” he ordered, voice like gravel and smoke. “Don’t make me tie you down.”

Your walls clenched around his fingers, and his smirk grew wicked.

“Yeah, I felt that.”

He started moving his fingers—slow at first, then faster, deeper. You cried out, breath catching, body bucking under the force of each thrust. He added pressure with his thumb against your clit, circling it in time with his pumping fingers.

You were unraveling.

Your hand flew to the cushion behind you, the other gripping his shoulder as you moaned his name, loud and broken. He leaned down, lips brushing your neck, whispering filth in your ear.

“You love this, don’t you? Me inside you like this... fingers deep, pussy gripping me like it’s desperate.” He chuckled darkly. “You’re gonna cum already? That easy?”

You were so close. So fucking close.

And then—

He stopped.

You let out a broken cry, hips chasing his fingers. “No—! Why did you stop—?”

“Because I can.” His tone was low and cruel, but his eyes sparkled with lust. “I told you—I don’t go easy.”

Before you could protest, he moved down between your thighs, dragging your underwear fully off with his teeth. He tossed it somewhere behind him and stared at your dripping core like it was the most decadent thing he’d ever seen.

“You’re a fucking mess,” he muttered. “Look at this—fuck.”

His breath ghosted over your heat, and then—his tongue was on you. Lapping. Sucking. Devouring. You cried out, thighs trying to close around his head, but his hands held you wide open as he feasted on you like he was starving.

You were shaking. Writhing.

His mouth was relentless. Every flick of his tongue pushed you higher. His teeth grazed your clit just enough to make your vision blur. Then, without warning, he slid his fingers back inside, curling them with precision while his tongue circled your clit.

You screamed.

“That’s it,” he murmured into you. “Make those pretty sounds. Let the whole fucking Lounge know who’s got you like this.”

You were right at the edge. Your walls clenched, legs trembling. The orgasm crept up your spine, white-hot, merciless.

But just as you were about to fall—

He stopped. Again.

“No—Levi! Please!”

He sat up slowly, licking your arousal off his fingers with maddening calm. “Goddamn, you taste good.”

You were panting, tears stinging your eyes from the sheer denial.

“You’re cruel,” you whispered.

“Yeah?” He leaned over you, dragging the head of his cock along your folds through his pants, just enough pressure to make you shudder.

“Then beg for it.”

You blinked up at him, breath hitching.

“Beg for what?”

“Everything,” he growled, gripping your jaw with one hand. “Beg me to ruin you.”

Your body was shaking. Slick with sweat and arousal, skin flushed, lips swollen from his kisses and your own bitten-back screams. The chaise lounge beneath you was damp with your arousal—your thighs soaked, your core pulsing and aching from the relentless teasing.

Levi leaned over you again, his voice low and cruel in your ear.

“Dripping all over the fucking chaise,” he muttered, running his fingers along the mess you were leaving. “You’re gonna clean that, brat?”

You whimpered, nearly sobbing. “Please—please, Levi, I can’t—”

“You can.” He grabbed your chin and tilted your face up to meet his. “You’re gonna take everything I give you.”

He pulled back and stood for a moment. You thought—hoped—he might finally give you what you needed.

Instead, he chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “You're so desperate. That little act back on the floor—straddling me like a bitch in heat—this is what you wanted, right?”

You were too dazed to answer, but your body betrayed you, arching and trembling in need. That smirk on his lips deepened as he ran a hand down your spine.

“Get on your knees,” he ordered.

You obeyed—barely—your legs wobbling as you turned and braced yourself on all fours atop the chaise. He spread your knees wider with a rough hand, his other gripping your hip like a vice.

He gave you no warning. No softness.

Just a rough, deep thrust that stole the breath from your lungs.

“Fuck!” you gasped, crying out as he filled you all at once.

“Quiet,” he growled, leaning over your back, teeth grazing your shoulder. “You don’t get to scream unless I say you can.”

He pulled back and slammed into you again—harder. Your eyes rolled back.

“I should’ve fucked you on that stage in front of everyone,” he hissed, pistoning his hips. “Let them all see what kind of filthy little thing you are.”

You were crying, moaning, unable to stop the way your hips rocked back to meet his every thrust.

But when you squirmed too much, trying to wriggle out of the overwhelming pressure and pleasure, he snarled.

“Can’t even stay still.”

In one brutal motion, he yanked his belt from his pants and grabbed your wrists. Before you could process it, he’d looped the leather around them and tied you up���wrists bound behind your back like a plaything.

“Nowhere to run now, yeah?” he breathed against your ear.

He gripped the end of the belt for leverage—and used it.

He fucked you.

Hard. Unrelenting. Brutal.

The slapping sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, mingling with your choked sobs of pleasure and his ragged breathing.

Your body rocked forward with every thrust, your tits bouncing, your knees struggling to hold you up. Your cheek pressed against the velvet cushion, lips open in a silent scream as he pounded into you from behind.

“You feel that?” Levi groaned, snapping his hips forward. “This is what happens when you act like a fucking tease.”

You could barely speak—barely think—but you nodded, whimpering, “Yes—yes, Levi, please—don’t stop—”

He tugged the belt tighter, slamming into you harder, deeper, like he wanted to mold your insides to the shape of his cock.

“Fucking dripping,” he grunted. “I can feel you squeezing me. So fuckin’ tight.”

You were gone. Slurred moans fell from your lips, tears slipping down your face as your body shook violently.

“You like being used like this, huh?” he sneered. “Tied up. Fucked dumb. Just a needy little hole for me to ruin.”

You nodded furiously, mouth open, drooling onto the cushion. “Yes, Levi—please, I need it—I need you—”

He bent over your back, still thrusting, now grinding deeper. “You’re gonna cum on my cock, aren’t you? Just from getting fucked like this?”

You clenched around him, crying out, the pressure in your belly snapping like a rubber band stretched too tight.

Your orgasm hit you like a wave—violent, overwhelming, shaking. Your vision whited out as your whole body spasmed beneath him, held together only by the grip of the belt and Levi’s hands on your hips.

“Fucking hell—” Levi groaned, voice cracked and low, “—that’s it, cum for me—fuck—”

He didn’t stop.

He kept going—faster, rougher, chasing his own release as your body twitched and convulsed from the overstimulation.

The only thing you could do was moan brokenly as he used you, mouth wide open and drooling, eyes glassy.

Then you felt him—his hips jerking, the rhythm breaking—and with a harsh groan in your ear, Levi slammed into you one final time and spilled deep inside you.

His grip stayed locked tight, fingers bruising your hips as he rode out his high, chest heaving against your back.

For a long moment, the only sound was your combined breath and the occasional, accidental twitch of your trembling legs.

Finally, he leaned over and kissed your shoulder. The belt slipped loose from your wrists, and his hand found your cheek, thumb wiping your tears.

“Did I break you?” he murmured, voice rough, but… gentle.

You let out a hoarse, satisfied sigh.

“I hope so.”

He chuckled low, biting softly at your shoulder. “Good.”

Your body felt like jelly. Used, full, and entirely boneless—folded into the chaise like you’d melted there.

The room was silent now. The glow of the candles had dimmed, flickering low, their golden light casting soft shadows over Levi’s face. His eyes weren’t sharp anymore. They were softer now. Still intense, but unreadable in a different way—like he was searching for something on your face that he wasn’t brave enough to ask for aloud.

You blinked at him, tears dried on your cheeks, lips swollen, pulse still fluttering in your wrists.

He finally moved.

Without a word, Levi pulled out of you carefully, steady hands on your hips to guide you down. You whimpered at the sensitivity, but he hushed you instantly with a thumb brushing along your thigh.

“Easy,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”

He untied the belt from around your wrists, letting it fall to the floor. Your arms ached with relief, and before you could slump forward, he caught you—pulling you gently into his lap.

You were a mess—legs trembling, body soaked with sweat, smeared lipstick, and still full of him. But he didn’t flinch. He didn’t push you away.

Instead, he wrapped an arm around your back and pulled a throw blanket from the chaise, draping it over your shoulders. Then he held you—silent, solid, grounding.

You pressed your forehead to his chest, dazed and buzzing.

“I-I can’t feel my legs,” you mumbled, half-laughing, half-crying.

“Tch.” His voice was gruff, but his hand rubbed your back in soothing circles. “I told you I don’t go easy.”

You giggled weakly, nuzzling closer. “You’re a menace…”

Levi tilted your chin up, thumb brushing your cheek. “You good?”

His voice was quieter now. Rough, yes—but laced with something gentle. Something careful.

You nodded, eyes glassy. “Yeah. Just… floating.”

He stared at you for a beat. Then he shifted, slipping a hand between your thighs and gently brushing over your core.

You flinched.

“I know,” he murmured. “Too much. Sorry.”

He wiped you with the edge of the blanket—slow and gentle, surprisingly so. You watched him in a daze, heart swelling at the contrast. The same hands that had just wrecked you now handled you like you were porcelain.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled your legs across his lap and reclined back against the chaise, cradling you to his chest. One hand stroked your back, the other ran through your hair—slow, grounding motions.

“You didn’t have to be so gentle,” you whispered.

“You didn’t have to look at me like that,” he replied, voice low.

You blinked. “Like what?”

“Like I’m worth a damn.”

The silence that followed was thick—but not uncomfortable.

You nestled closer, resting your cheek against his collarbone.

“You are,” you whispered. “Even if you don’t think so.”

Levi didn’t answer. But his arms tightened around you just a little.

And that was enough.

~

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Hi! Can you do prompt 8 with Chrollo? Have a good day!

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, isolation, abduction, manipulation, hints of Nsfw, hints of dub-con

Prompt 8: “Don’t cover my love bites or else I’m going to add more.”

Tags: @jamayah @chxxz @leveyani @cynniical @shenryu-sama @maggiequinn59

Word Count: 2.4k

Prompt 8

Every rustle of the sheets threatened to slash the silence, your movements pausing every few seconds as your panicked gaze darted towards Chrollo. Dark, tousled hair covered his hair, hid the tattoo on his forehead. With his eyes closed and his breath escaping in soft patterns, he resembled a prince from a fairy tale far more than the harsh truth that you too had learned once upon a time. It was this very image of serenity that made you unable to decipher whether he was really asleep or if he was just pretending. Chrollo liked doing that a lot. Pretending to be something or someone all to observe your every reaction.

You didn't dare to crawl closer though to find out the truth. Whether you would risk waking him up in case he was actually asleep right now or his hands would suddenly grab you and confirm that he had been awake all along, all of it would just ruin you the chance to have a shot at starting your day how you wanted it to start. So the only thing you were left with was this agonisingly slow game, stopping your movements every few seconds only to slowly go on after another moment of motionlessness.

As soon as the first sole of your feet made contact with the wooden floor, your heartbeat accelerated. You didn't know why. It was rather stupid after all, the thought that such a simple thing had your heartbeat quickening so noticably within your ribcage. Yet unfortunately your life wasn't that simple anymore, not after everything that had happened. As the second sole of your feet joined the first one on the floor, you couldn't help but start chewing on the insides of your cheek. You just sat there, on the edge of the ned as you contemplated for a while. The steady sound of breaths behind you still hadn't changed yet you didn't dare to let it lull you into a false sense of security.

With one very quiet release of air that was stuck within your lungs due to the tension you were feeling at the moment, you slowly stood up from the ground. The bed groaned as your entire weight shortly dipped into one spot on the mattress before it was gone as you stood up, unsure whether you had done it too slow or too fast. All you knew was that you could only stand there frozen, wiping your sweaty palms over your bare skin as you waited with bated breath. Only once half a minute had passed did you feel courageous enough to take your steps.

Everything was done tentatively and cautiously. Your heels didn’t make contact with the floor, only the front part of your feet pressing against the wood. There was always that short moment where the damp skin of your foot got stuck on the floor, leaving that little noise the moment your feet unlatched from it and even that noise, in another lifetime so insignificant, added to your nervousness. Still you went on, in your own slow tempo. Honestly, you didn’t even know what you wanted to do if you were to succeed and leave the bedroom without waking Chrollo up. All you knew was that you needed to be alone right now and that wouldn’t be possible as long as he was within your vicinity. What you needed was time without Chrollo.

Seeing him, hearing him, smelling him, feeling him, sensing him. All of it would only heighten the fresh set of sore memories that he had recently made with you. There was a new part of your heart that was aching, only one of many bleeding spots within your heart. Maybe it could be mended though if you could have this moment, just one moment, to yourself.

“Where are you going?”

And just like that the hope of healing vanished, your heart silently grieving yet only able to acknowledge with nothing but defeat that another part of your essence had been stolen and corrupted by him.

Who could have known that such a gentle voice could strike so much negative emotions within you at once? It had to be done on purpose. He had to have been awake for a longer time now as the timing of it all was too well done. Just as the tips of your fingers had touched the doorknob, the spark of temporary freedom flowing through you with it.

Unable to answer that question as you yourself didn’t know where exactly you had even planned to go, the only reply you could spontaneously come up with was deafening silence. Any lie that you might come up with, Chrollo would see through immediately. So what would they serve you right now?

“I… I don’t know.”

Your lips moved before your brain had fully caught on to the instructions that your brain was sending as if you had just entered a default mode. It sounded quite pathetic and you dreaded his reaction. You could so absolutely without any of his shallow displays of pity or worse, that earnest curiosity and amusement gleaming within those gray eyes. Whatever emotions you would decipher soon on his face, one thing you already knew for certain. That Chrollo would without a doubt let you know that he had already anticipated your reaction, that he would inform you that he had been watching you. The exact origins of his obsession to always tell you that he had foreseen your reaction and your plans were unknown to you. You didn't know whether his intentions were to subtly inform you that he knew you too well for you to ever have hopes of escaping his tight hold for even one second or if he had other motives, possibly even more genuine ones.

The sound of the bed creaking and the rustle of sheets was what fully caught your wariness, the confirmation that he was not only awake but moving. You spun your body awkwardly around, unsure how to face him after that whole ridiculous sequence of trying to sneak away from him. Immediately you made eye contact with those all-observing gray voids, his gaze searching yours on purpose. It was overwhelming, you were not prepared for his intimate gaze. Not that you were ever truly prepared when Chrollo was around to begin with but especially now, early in the morning and suffering from a queasy mixture of frustration and embarrassment were you throughly unable to hold his eye contact.

Automatically your own gaze fled from his, sliding down. From his muscular torso down to the sheets of the bed, the afterimage of his upper body staying within your mind for one moment longer than you would ever admit. Now at the very least his facial expressions wouldn't haunt you but that didn't erase that prickling feeling that overcame you as his eyes still were focused on you. This was doable though. As long as you wouldn't have to see whatever emotions his eyes would reveal whilst looking at you for whatever it would be, it would only mock you further.

"You don't know?" he hummed amused, repeating your answer after you. His tone gave it already away, that entertained fascination he always felt whilst observing you. Of course he'd react like this, as patient and in control as always. Admittedly, sometimes you wished to get something more out of him then that serene acknowledgement. On the other hand you knew better than to trigger the storm from the calm. You weren't that stupid after all.

You had no intention to confrim what you had already spoken before and Chrollo knew that. For all you knew, he'd probably just repeated your answer loud to let you hear just how silly it sounded now. If that was indeed the case, it had worked wonderfully as you could feel your cheeks growing warm with the shame of being caught.

"Well, what do you plan to do now?"

He only spoke up after giving you enough time to simmer in your own shame and embarrassment, the hot prickle on your neck by now having extended to your face. The air felt hotter, more uncomfortable and you more vulnerable and exposed. You were more conscious of everything and suddenly the fact that you were wearing no clothes had your whole face burning. It was early morning yet already you were physically and mentally bare for him.

"I..."

You didn't know.

You didn't know what you planned to do now. Heck, you hadn't even planned through what you would have done if you had managed to leave the bedroom without him noticing. However, you did not have the courage to repeat the same answer you had already given him for his previous question. Wouldn't that just make you look awfully stupid after all? Chrollo had always a plan, always knew what he was doing. You were nothing like him, you weren't as beautifully composed. No, you were reckless and messy, would never be able to achieve what Chrollo was capable of achieving.

"Would you prefer to lay in bed for a while longer or do you want to start the day?"

As he offered you two possible solutions on what options you had right now, you had to bite your tongue. Two so easy answers to his questions that you had been unable to think of. Really, what else could you have done besides sleeping for a while longer or starting your day? Now whatever you would choose, it would be something that Crollo had chosen for you.

Now, with the two choices presented to you though, you knew at least what you wanted to do. Because you couldn't start your day like this, already outsmarted by him. So with heavy footsteps you made your way back to bed, still refusing to meet his gaze. The softness of the mattress and the warm sheets were only a shallow comfort for you, especially the moment his firm body brushed against yours as he shuffled closer, just shy of pressing himself against you.

Warm fingertips started tracing the outline of your body, sliding smoothly over your curves. That little touch paralysed your entire body shortly as vivid memories of the previous night returned.

"You're very mobile despite our indulgences last night. Should I be glad or disappointed about that?"

You felt it. You always felt it when his gaze was trying to meet yours, wanting to figure out what your opinion on a specific topic was. Not because it could possibly influence his opinion but simply because he wanted to know. You couldn't suppress the little gulp that you did, the muscles within your body tensing up as his palms rested on your hips, pulling you closer to himself.

Whilst your own brain was still trying to come up with an answer that would satisfy him, your body already reacted to his unwanted touch. Your palms manoeuvred themselves within the cramped space under the blanket up to his chest, resting flatly against it. This simple yet very telling gesture had Chrollo stopping within his movements, observing your hands as they pressed against his chest before gray eyes darted to your face.

Your own vision was focused on your hands as well, silently furious that your body had made a choice whilst your mind had been too busy scrambling for a way to appease Chrollo. Yet the sad truth was that your own wishes and desires would never be his priority. Not as long as he didn't see the advantage that he would earn in the long run. For the first time that day you finally dared to look him into his eyes with as much emotional preparation as you could gather. Almost immediately you wished to wither away as those analysing gaze met yours. He was doing it again, you could tell. Whilst the true depths of his mind were places you would never be able to understand or dive into, you knew that he was calculating again. Weighting whether obeying your silent plea would promise him a bigger reward later on or if proceeding and following his current desires would provide him with a greater pleasure.

That silence was painful. It was heavy with uncertainty and the knowledge that no matter what he would decide on, you would have to comply with.

Only when his hold loosened and that calculative gleam slowly simmered down were you sure that he had decided against letting sexual desire guide him once more. In the back of your mind you knew that this meant that he would only demand more from you another time but right now, in the present, you felt more at ease with that decision.

You felt yourself almost fully relaxing, only a slight stiffness remaining within your body that had become a constant alert simply due to his presence. Still, it was the closest to peace that you were capable of feeling so you took it. Even as your body was smushed against his, even as you felt the few chaste kisses that he pressed against your forehead and face. Nevertheless, you willed yourself to relax as you closed your eyes, hoping to doze off and start this day again. The words that Chrollo murmured softly next had you slowly opening them again once more.

"The rest of the spiders is coming later today. There's something important that I have to discuss with them. Why don't you come with me?"

The idea of seeing other people made your heart race. The idea of seeing some very specific people again made your heart drop. You got along more or less with all of the spiders, only because you were Chrollo's darling. Yet you would never deny that you had clear preferences with whom you would rather spend your time with. After having been surrounded with nothing but Chrollo for so many weeks though, you would gladly endure Feitan's scary scowls, Machi's sharp glares and Shalnark's eery grins. So you nodded quietly in agreement, already brainstorming what clothes you should wear. As long as you would be able to cover everything up, you'd be good to go.

Another kiss, close to your ears. followed by a pleased hum due to your answer.

"We should make sure that you look extra pretty today then. It's been a while since they've seen you and I want to show them how far you've come since the last time. I'll help you choose your clothes for later."

All semblance of relaxation was gone when his words reached your brain as the familiar rigidness returned, the unease back as if it had never been gone in the first place.

"Wait, wha-"

This time his lips met yours, the sensation as cold and as alienating as always.

“Don’t cover my love bites or else I’m going to add more.”

[dunnerlars]

truth or dare - mat barzal

pairing: mat barzal x fem!reader summary: summers are your favorite, but what comes after summer? word count: 2.7k warnings: alcohol mention a/n: and we're pinch hitting! this is for the lovely @writingonleaves for the #the summer fic exchange 2k24 hosted by the absolute kick ass @wyattjohnston! cobbled this together the last couple of days so i hope it's okay!

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You coveted summers.

Summers were the only time of the year that you got uninterrupted moments with your best friend. Every summer it felt like he became more and more busy, with less time to spend at home so, summer was what you looked forward to and the little time he did manage to carve out and visit.

You’d grown up living just a few streets down from where Mat did, tucked away in a sleepy suburb, moving to the area when you were 10. It’d been hard moving to a new country, even if Canada wasn’t all that far from the States, things were just different. Making new friends and trying to fit in had been overwhelming, most girls already forming their friend groups and shunning outsiders, but when you’d met the boy down the street just a couple of years younger than you, when he came by your house one hazy afternoon asking if you wanted to play street hockey, well- that’d been it.

Despite the small gap in age, you two were inseparable and his friends became yours and it made the move easier- settling in seem inevitable instead of never ending. When he left only a handful of years later for Seattle to play hockey, it felt like everything was falling apart again. The infrequent texts and calls, trying to keep in touch through things like Facebook or Snapchat, was rough. You were 17 and sure Seattle wasn’t all that far but it’s not like you could explain to your parents why you suddenly needed to cross the border to see your best friend who’d helped you keep everything together.

Eventually things got easier. Mat’s friends were still yours, but you made your own. Went off to University, made more friends, moved to Vancouver, and got a big girl job but still summers were spent at home. With Mat.

And so: summers. 

You didn’t actually get the whole summer off, normal jobs were like that, but you saved all of your vacation to make sure you were home for most of it. But, well- you'd quit your job just before the beginning of summer. And you were set to start the new one in early September so now the entire summer was yours.

There’s been something about this summer that’s felt different. Maybe it was the fact that you’ve been hiding something you’re nervous to share with the important people around you or that you were nearing a new decade in life soon, time changing, even if you felt like you were the same. Summer’s spent in the same childhood room with posters covering the wallpaper, fairy lights strung around the ceiling, polaroids tacked on your closet door full of memories and friends.

Mat had come home earlier than planned this summer, knocked out of the playoffs in the 1st round. You’d let him sulk for a week before you dragged him out into the sunshine with promises of ice cream and letting him beat you at tennis and then he’d left again- for Italy and weddings, relaxing far away from responsibilities and you. And then he was back. Back to soak up the last bits of summer before he flew across the country, and back to hockey.

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It was one of the last days of summer and you were determined to make the most of it.

So, you packed a bag full of towels, sunscreen, books, and a million other ‘just in case’ items, and made the short trek over to Mat’s childhood home.

The front door was slow to open once you knocked, Mat appearing sleep rumpled and hungover.

“I thought you went home early last night,” you frown in greeting, pushing past him and into the house you were just as familiar with as your own.

“I did,” he groans, making his way to the kitchen and starting coffee, “Just tired. Are we really going to the beach this early?”

“It’s noon.”

Mat bangs his head against the cabinets at that and you snort, setting your bags down and hopping onto the counter next to him.

“You leave tomorrow. I leave next week. We don’t have to go, but I thought it would be nice. Everyone’s already down there. Charlotte’s made those sandwiches you like and Justin got you a whole case of only mango White Claws. And Hannah might kill me if we don’t show up and I’ll blame you.” You nudge his thigh with your foot, trying to get his attention as he watches the coffee pour. “Come on. Please.”

Once his gaze catches yours, he stares for a second and nods reluctantly. “Fine. Give me five?”

“Perfect. I’ll finish the coffee. You get dressed.”

You hop down as Mat shuffles out of the kitchen, doctoring his coffee into a to-go cup and putting the rest of the pot in a thermos you dig out of the back of the cabinet. 

As you tuck the milk back onto the shelf of the refrigerator, the sight of the photos littering the doors as you close them has you smiling. You’re in a handful of them, Mat tucked under your arm in a couple of them until he hit a growth spurt a couple of years later. One of you both playing street hockey the first year you’d moved to Coquitlam. Your favorite, though, is stuck under an Islanders magnet on the top corner from Mat’s draft day where he’s giving you a piggyback ride down the hallway of the hotel after a long day of shaking hands, phone calls, and endless press. 

Mat breaks the moment as he comes back to the kitchen, dressed in swim shorts and a long sleeve button down on, buttons completely undone leaving him bare chested. You have to take a deep breath, willing yourself not to say something stupid as he presses up behind you and hooks his chin over your shoulder. “Coffee good?” he asks, peering at the pictures on the fridge too. 

“Yep, uh huh.”

Leaning over you, Mat presses his finger to the picture of you both playing street hockey and taps it with an airy laugh. “Who knew, huh?”

You barely manage to swallow and nod before he’s peeling himself away and grabbing the thermos and to-go cup of coffee, tucking them into his own bag and waiting. 

“I don’t know what you’re waiting for, you’re driving. Let’s go.”

—

The drive to the beach is a short 20 minutes, Mat filling the time with his obnoxious singing. Normally it was something you’d give him shit about, but you were thankful he didn’t notice anything off about the lack of ribbing he wasn’t getting, lost in your own thoughts. 

Since you were both late, it was easy to spot everyone down near the shoreline set up near a haphazard volleyball net. Cheers of your names were mixed as you both approached the group, like they hadn’t seen you both in years, not hours since you’d all gone out last night too. 

Mat’s quick to pop open one of his mango White Claws once you reach everyone and you roll your eyes, setting up your towel and undressing down to your swimsuit. You were determined to make the most of the sun, knowing you weren’t going to see it too often soon. Hannah, one of your best friends who you’d met in college, lays out next to you and pulls out her book. 

“Are you excited for the move next week?” She asks curiously, turning to face you.

Hannah was the only one who knew your news, confiding in her when you’d gotten the job offer a couple of months ago. 

“I think so? I’m still so nervous and being so far away from everyone,” you sigh, “But it’s not like I won’t have anyone. And I still haven’t told Mat.”

Hannah’s expression turns funny and you realize why when Mat plops down near you both, “Haven’t told Mat what?” he wonders.

You scramble, looking around and catching Charlotte playing cornhole with Jordan and remember, “Charlotte forgot the sandwiches. She texted me on the drive over. Sorry.”

Groaning, Mat dramatically lays down and feigns upset. “Can’t believe you lied to me. What kind of best friend are you? Have the last 20 years meant nothing?”

“I still can’t believe you two have been friends for that long. I can’t remember the last time I could stand someone longer than a couple hours,” Hannah chimes in and you pinch her thigh with a scowl.

“Best 20 years of my life,” Mat says proudly and you glance up at him through your sunglasses, catching the grin spread wide across his face. 

“Okay ya big sap,” you tease.

The afternoon wears on. You finally finish the book you’re reading and switch with Hannah, reapplying sunscreen and choosing to drink water over alcohol. Mat never strays too far from you, choosing to lay out and play on his phone while you read or fetch new water bottles as yours deplete. It’s sweet and Hannah makes sure to make a big deal of it when he leaves, poking you in the side with a sly grin. 

Eventually you need to cool off and sure enough, Mat’s right behind you and volunteering you both for a game of chicken. It’s best out of 3 and you lose in the last round, Mat losing his footing and you both topple into the water, giggling. You can’t remember the last time you felt so carefree, at ease and not wanting or wishing for anything else. There’s no hurry for either of you to get out, so you both float around, chatting nonsense until Mat catches your ankle as you float past him.

“So,” he starts, and suddenly you know it’s kind of serious. “I know Charlotte brought the sandwiches, the jig is up. What uh- what haven’t you told me? If you don’t wanna tell me that’s fine, I just. Is it something bad? Should I be worried?”

You let yourself fall out of your floating position, trying to find footing in the bottom of the lake but come up empty, not realizing you’re so far out you can’t touch the bottom. Mat’s the nearest thing so you hold onto his shoulder, kicking your feet to stay afloat until he grabs you around the waist to hold you close.

“I, uh. I got a new job,” you tell him, nerves filling you up. 

He’s puzzled and you can tell. “Okay? Why wouldn’t you wanna tell me that? That’s awesome. What is it?”

“It’s at a publishing house in Manhattan,” you take a deep breath, starting the spiel you’d been practicing for when you finally told him. “And I don’t know, I’ve been feeling a little weird about it? I didn’t want you to think I was following you or something but like, obviously it’s benn my dream job and I know you know that but-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You got a job in New York? That’s amazing, holy shit!” Mat pulls you to his front, squeezing you tight and relief floods you as wrap your arms around his neck. 

For whatever reason, this was not how you pictured this going. You knew Mat- he didn’t like feeling stifled and that’s what you thought this decision felt like it might be to him, like you were encroaching on something that was his. 

“Really?”

Mat pulls away, searching your face in confusion. “Yeah, of course. This is gonna fucking sick. I can’t believe you didn’t say anything.”

“Well, I-”

You’re interrupted as Hannah yells at the two of you from the shore, “Hey, we’re gonna start grilling. Justin says you need to help, Mat!”

“Ugh. Fine!”

You both swim to shore and before you part, Mat grabs your wrist. “Don’t think I’m done with this. I have questions,” he tells you, waiting for you to nod before letting go.

Settling back on your towel, you turn towards Hannah who you can feel burning holes into your side. 

“Spit it out.”

“What was that all about? You two looked pretty cozy out there,” she teases. 

You shrug, still not sure how you’re feeling. “I told him about the job, moving, all of it. He was excited but then I think he realized I’d been keeping it from him and he might be upset? I can’t tell.”

Hannah glances over at the grill and you follow her gaze, both of you watching Mat and Justin goof off and she shrugs at you. “Maybe he’s forgotten,” she offers and you can’t help the laugh that passes your lips.

“Fat chance.”

—

Everyone gathers together to eat and discuss plans for after the summer and you’re pointedly quiet, still not quite ready to share your news with everyone. Hannah’s known and now Mat knew and that felt like enough. You still had a week, it would be fine. They all give Mat shit for going back all the way across the country and you’re thankful he doesn’t say anything, just gives it right back and tells everybody they’re welcome to visit. 

Once the weather starts to cool, everyone begins packing up. You’re still sat on your towel, wrapped in an old hoodie of Mat’s he’d grabbed you from the car earlier and Hannah comes to sit beside you, placing her head on your shoulder.

“Gonna miss you, ya know,” she tells you quietly. 

It’s hard, trying to hold the tears that are threatening to fall and you sniffle. “I know. God, we have a week left. Stop making me emotional and go home,” you tell her, voice wet and you push her away lightly. 

She clambers up, dusting the sand off her ass and wipes at her eyes. “Dinner tomorrow?”

“Obviously.”

She salutes you and you watch her make the trek back to the parking lot behind the beach before turning to find Mat. You find him easily enough, hugging a couple of friends goodbye and slapping them on the back. It’s easy for your mind to wander to when the time will come and you’ll all be doing different things, too busy to come together for the summers. Time filled with new families and friends.

Eventually, Mat makes his way back down to the beach and packs up what little is left: the rest of his White Claws and the couple of chairs you’d eventually brought down later in the day. He packs up the car but you’re not quite ready to leave, waiting for the sun to set. 

Mat’s quiet when he sits beside you, picking at the corner of the towel, and you nudge his arm with yours. “I’m sorry for not saying something sooner about moving, I-”

He cuts you off, shaking his head. “No, you don’t need to apologize.”

There’s a pause, and you can see him trying to gather the thoughts he’s been holding onto since you told him the news a few hours ago. 

“I think I just wish you’d felt like you could’ve told me,” he starts. “I didn’t even know you were looking at jobs out there. Like, we’d talked about it before years ago- you moving out there, but it always kind of seemed like a joke? And I guess it was, for a while anyway. But at some point I thought maybe you’d actually come out there and we could, I don’t know.” Mat shakes his head and you sigh, glancing towards the horizon of the setting sun and wonder if you’ve gotten something wrong here. 

He continues, cutting his gaze towards you. “I guess I just thought at some point you’d actually make the move for real and we could finally try something.”

And oh.

Mat looks serious and you suddenly feel warm all over despite the chill taking over, the breeze from the water rushing over you and giving you goosebumps.

“Mat…”

“Was I crazy to think that?” He asks, earnest.

You shake your head quickly, hands sliding out from the sweater sleeves and you reach for him, intertwining your fingers. “No. Not crazy.”

Sitting there, you both watch the sun finally set in the sky, the beach awash in a hazy blue glow and Mat turns to you.

“Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” you answer without hesitation. 

“Kiss me.”

The dare catches you off guard but Mat’s grinning, his smile stretched wide across his face and you lunge forward and press a kiss to his smiling lips.

[dragongodryss]

Truth or Dare, Sabertooth edition

Sting thought he had gotten away with his shenanigans the previous night. Yeah, Rogue was shooting him the occasional glare, but this was Rogue we were talking about. He'd forgive him after they had finished their coffee. Probably.

Maybe showcasing his responsible side might hurry things along.

"Right, I'm gonna get started on some of the paperwork. Could you stay in until Yukino drops the cats off?" Sting asked as he got up.

"Dressed like that?" Rogue hummed into his coffee. His face was neutral, but his eyes glittered with amusement. Stunned, Sting looked down to find he was wearing Natsu's clothes, minus the scarf. Realizing that that meant that Natsu had gone home to Magnolia in Sting's clothes caused him to burst into laughter.

"Yeah, you're right. I should get changed." Sting answered when he was done laughing. While rifling through his closet, he decided that he might as well just take a shower.

"~I stay up too late~

~Got nothing in my brain~" Sting sang.

"Goddamn right." He heard Rogue mutter from the kitchen.

"I heard that!" He protested. The doorbell rang, and he heard Rogue get up to answer.

"Good morning, Yukino! How were the cats?" Rogue asked, opening his arms for Frosch to fly into.

"Lector was worried about Sting. Is he alright?" Yukino asked, a little concerned.

"He lives to mess around another day." Rogue answered.

"Hope he doesn't have to find out." Yukino joked. Rogue heard Sting protest from the bathroom. What he also heard was the clicking of heels approaching down the hall, in the distinct gait of Minerva Orland.

"I think you jinxed it." He muttered, remembering last night's spice incident. Yukino's smile grew strained, shrugging anxiously. Lector hopped over to Minerva.

"Princess! How are you on this fine day?" Lector asked woodenly. Rogue heard Minerva exhale through her teeth, producing a hissing sound.

"What has our beloved Guildmaster done with my spices?" Minerva queried dangerously. Rogue handed Frosch to Yukino, signaling for her to get Sting out of there before stepping through the front door.

"...he's suffered enough." Lector tried to appease her. Minerva's eyebrow arched.

"What did he do?" She repeated, losing patience. Rogue walked up to them. Minerva wondered what he would do. Honestly, it all depended on how upset he was at whatever Sting did and how upset he though Minerva would be about it. If he was upset and thought she would be less upset than him, he would tell her, otherwise, he would deflect blame away from Sting, sometimes onto himself, or keep his silence.

"Natsu dared him to chug them and Gajeel pressured him into following through. You could probably catch up to them if you left now." Rogue told her flatly. He knew that given Wendy's call, Erza would likely pick them up, and Minerva wouldn't fight her over this. But Minerva didn't know Erza would be there, so...

"What led to this?" Minerva sighed, letting it go. If Rogue was going to go out of his way to defend Sting, then she wouldn't push it.

"We were playing Truth or Dare." Rogue admitted. Minerva felt her eyes sparkle.

"Tell you what," she said, putting on a facade of generosity, "You get Sting to put together another game today, and I'll forgive him."

"Wait, really?" Sting's head popped around the doorway.

"Yes." "Consider it done!"

-

Rufus tried to contain his grin when he thought about all the fascinating instances he would be able to memorize. This guild had become so much more fun since Jiemma had been dethroned. Orga had turned on the music, which wasn't his cup of tea, but well...

The phrase 'cup of tea' brought his attention to something he had been struggling to ignore. While waiting for Sting to convince Dobengal to watch the cats, Yukino had brought out the ice tea. Now, ice tea wasn't exactly Rufus' thing, but the way she and Rogue consumed it was an insult to tea across the board. He threw a quick glare at the duo, who were muttering about something, likely regretting the life decisions that led them there.

"Do you want some tea, Rufus? We have extra mugs." Rogue offered, noticing Rufus' gaze. Yukino smiled widely, the influence of the Princess rubbing off on her. Rufus knew she knew. And she knew he knew. She knew damn well that one does not drink ice tea from the teapot. She was mocking him. But vengeance would be his.

"I'm fine, thanks Rogue." Rufus politely declined. He was pretty sure that Rogue thought that regular tea was just boiled ice tea, and the entire guild had agreed not to tell him otherwise, and had sworn Rufus to secrecy.

Orga was pumped to finally be playing truth or dare. It was a staple of the high school dramas he so enjoyed, despite never having gone to high school. This would be so much fun.

While he waited for the game to start, he watched Yukino. The silver-haired beauty was talking to Rogue, grimacing and chuckling at words Orga couldn't hear. They were good friends now, at least he thought so, but he wanted to be more. But he remembered the person he had been, back when they had first met, and how he had acted when she had been expelled from the guild she had worked so hard to join. The fact that they had managed to become friends, that Yukino had forgiven everyone and moved past it, was already nothing short of a miracle.

His eye caught Minerva's, who was also watching her, and Orga's heart sank. Yet another reason he couldn't bring himself to make a move on Yukino. He never stood a chance, not when his competition was Sabertooth's strongest mage. Did that mean he would give up without trying? Hell no! Orga was no coward. He was just a realist.

Finally, Sting came running down the stairs with an armful of snacks.

"Okay, I'm ready! Is everyone here?" Sting asked. Everyone was. "We doing this by last name again?"

At least he wouldn't be first this time. Opposite him, Yukino shifted.

"I mean, sure." She agreed, worried as to what she was getting into.

"Truth or dare?" Sting asked.

"Truth?"

"Truth it is. Did you eat my sandwich last Monday?" Sting asked.

"What? No!" Yukino protested. "Why would you think that?"

"No reason. It just had to be someone." Sting shrugged.

"Dude, it's just a sandwich!" Orga complained.

"Rogue made it!"

"He makes, like, half of the food you eat!" Orga pointed out.

"Rogue, truth or dare?" Yukino asked hurriedly, before things could escalate further

"Truth."

"Boring." Minerva booed.

"Tell me that again in two rounds, without picking truth." Rogue dared her, knowing who would be giving her the dares.

"What would you say was the biggest mistake made during yesterday's truth or dare game?" Yukino asked.

"Wendy wasted her free hit on Sting." Rogue said. Sting squawked in protest.

"Are you saying she should have hit me harder?"

"I'm saying that I would have, in her position."

"You little...! Just you wait!" Sting threatened, not sure what he was planning to do.

"Truth or dare, honey?" Rogue asked smugly.

"Dare."

"Call Gajeel and tell him Wendy forgot Sherria's and her bracelets at our place." Rogue said.

"What kind of weak-ass dare is that?" Orga protested.

"Saves me from doing it." Rogue said, not wanting to be the first person to give a mean dare. Sting was already dialing.

"Gajeel! Just wanted to let you know that Wendy forgot something at our place.

Oh, I'm the one calling because Rogue didn't want to. Think he's getting spoiled. Tiara got to his head.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Bye!" Sting hung up, looking like Gajeel had threatened to kick his ass. Minerva chuckled.

"Rufus, truth or dare?" Sting asked. Rufus thought for a moment.

"Truth, if you will."

"Did you eat my sandwich?" Sting asked. Orga groaned.

"I'll make you another one if you let this go." Rogue pleaded. Sting smirked.

"If you ask nicely, I'll consider it."

"You want me to beg you to let me make you a sandwich?" Rogue asked, his voice getting dangerously low.

"This is a major slight against the master of the second strongest guild in Fiore. It would take a lot to convince me to stop investigating." Sting explained, worried his teasing had gone too far. Rogue didn't respond, pouring himself another mug of ice tea. "Okay, I'm sorry. I should have just said no."

"Orga, truth or dare?" Rufus decided to hurry the game along while things were still going alright.

"Dare, I'm no pussy." Orga said, glancing at Rufus, Rogue and Yukino.

"Get him good, Rufus." Yukino said grimly. Shit. Crap. He was supposed to be wooing her. Rufus glared at her.

"Make out with the two hottest people in the room for one minute each." Rufus said snidely.

"Score!" Orga said, though dying inside. He had a choice to make. Kiss Yukino or don't kiss Yukino.

"I'm not kissing you." A certain Guildmaster said.

"Yeah, cause you look like shit." Orga snapped. He though he was attractive. "Give me a sec, I need to think about this."

To him, Yukino was the most beautiful, no question. Second and third were Rogue and Minerva, respectively. So his options were his crush, his boss' boyfriend and his romantic rival. Fucking stellar.

"Fine. Yukino and Rogue then." Orga sighed. Minerva might just kill him if he picked her, and that way he was doing the dare properly.

"Sting?" Rogue asked.

"He's right, you're hot. But we're making out after that." Sting said. Rogue shrugged.

Okay. Cool. Co-co-co-cool. He was just going to make out with his crush and former crush (What could he say? Kindhearted people were his type, whether they showed it or not.) No big deal. He was cool. He was suave. He had his shit together. It wasn't as if he'd never kissed anyone before, he'd done it quite often.

Rogue cocked his head, inviting him to go for it. Okay. He wasn't going to die from doing this. Orga leaned in, cupping Rogue's face. He could feel Sting's eyes piercing his skull. Shit. He was so dead.

Well. This was awkward. Thank goodness he was going to be kissing Sting afterwards. He could hear every second on the timer. Orga's tongue moved around in his mouth, but for some reason, it wasn't the same as with Sting. Still, Rogue made an effort to kiss him back, not wanting to make this more awkward. Finally, the timer went off. Rogue got up and went to Sting, who grinned at him.

"How was it?" Sting asked in Dravic, their native language. Unlike Rogue, he had some experience with other people. Rogue had never felt attracted to anyone but Sting. Seemed like that still held true.

"Wasn't feeling it. Can we make out now?" Rogue asked, more bluntly than he usually would.

"Hell yeah we can." Sting said, switching back to Fiori.

He leaned in to kiss Rogue, and soon they weren't paying attention to the game.

Yukino and Orga, meanwhile, looked at each other. Yukino gave Minerva, who was watching her avidly, and Rogue, who wasn't, a quick look. Well then. She turned back to Orga, leaning in to kiss him gently. He kissed back, passionately, a bit more than she had expected him to. After the minute was up, they broke apart.

"Minerva, truth or dare?" Orga asked.

"Dare." After trash talking Rogue, she had no other choice. Not that Rogue would know, being otherwise occupied.

Orga thanked his ancestors for picking a surname that began with N, narrowly beating out his rival's O.

"I dare you to stick chewed gum halfway down your hair. Then stay still for one minute." Orga said.

"What the fuck." Minerva asked. "Give me another one."

"Chicken. Do you want everyone her to think you're a coward?" Orga taunted her.

"Orga, that's disgusting!"

"Chicken."

"Ooooooh! Is someone chickening out? Who is it? Is it Rufus?" Sting broke away from Rogue to jump on the chaos train. The only train he'd touch.

"Minerva's a chicken." Orga said.

"Fuck you! I'm doing it!" Minerva looked irate.

"What's the dare?" Rogue asked.

"Orga told her to stick gum halfway up her hair." Yukino informed him.

"Ew. That's awful. You can't get that out." Rogue cringed, remembering the time some kids had stuck gum in his hair, near his scalp, before he had learned to shadow travel. He ran his fingers through his hair, still able to feel it. Sting grabbed his hand and ruffled his hair before turning to Minerva.

"This whole thing was your idea. But go do it in another room. Orga can go with you to check you're doing it." She had coerced him into this game, and now she could reject the dare in front of everyone.

"Can't we use the rule you made up for Wendy?" Rogue asked, running his hands through his hair again.

Minerva resigned herself. She wouldn't have Rogue begging for her to be let off after mocking him for playing it safe. Her ego wouldn't take it. Before Sting could answer, she got up.

"Where's the gum?" Orga handed it to her, and she popped it in her mouth. Farewell to her gorgeous midnight locks, she thought, moving to the next room. Orga followed her. "You'd better not let me catch you alone before my hair grows back."

"I won't. Sorry. I figured you'd chicken out." Orga fumbled. Minerva took a deep breath and stuck the gum into her hair. Maybe having short hair would be nice. Yukino had short hair. Perhaps she could ask Yukino for tips on taking care of it. That would be a nice bonding experience.

"After all this time, you think me a coward, Orga Nanagear?" Minerva asked, waiting for the time to tick away.

"Nah. Hoped you'd be though. Would give me a better shot with Yukino." He admitted. Minerva huffed.

"Because you think dickheads are her type?"

"Pretty sure she had a crush on Sting back in the day." Orga deflected.

"She doesn't anymore, does she? Pretty sure she likes Rogue." Minerva said sadly. Orga chortled.

"Yeah, well, pretty sure most of the guild has had a crush on him at some point." He said.

That was certainly a conversation. Not one he particularly wanted to be overhearing, mind you. Rogue tried to focus on other sounds, but they all blurred together, overwhelming him. Shit. Turn it off. Ah. He was stuck like that. Oh well. At least he couldn't hear that conversation as clearly.

Minerva rushed to the bathroom to scrape out the gum as soon as the minute was up, hoping to dislodge it with water. After a few minutes, she accepted that she was just making it worse and decided to bite the bullet. Taking a pair of scissors, she hacked it off, trying to keep it straight but failing completely. Sighing, she made her way back to the group.

"Yukino, truth or dare?" Minerva asked tiredly.

"Truth?" She said hesitantly, eyeing Minerva's choppy hair with guilt. She should have protested on Minerva's behalf. "No, Dare!"

"You sure? Okay. Dare it is." Minerva said, thinking for a moment. "Eat an entire box of cereal. Any cereal, but it has to be a whole box."

Sting offered her one of his many boxes, which he appeared to be stockpiling. She would ask Rogue about it later.

About halfway through the box, she was already sick of fruit loops. But Yukino Aguria wasn't a quitter. She soldiered on, braving the sickly sweetness of the cereal.

"Chug Chug Chug!" Sting encouraged her. Emboldened, she tipped the box back and forced down the last few mouthfuls. "You did it! Good job!"

"...Rogue. Truth or dare?" Yukino asked, knowing the answer.

"Truth."

"So, you know those zombie movies? Who do you think would be the first to die and last to survive, and why?" She asked after a while.

"With magic?"

"No. No magic."

Rogue had to think about it. Honestly, the only person he had faith might survive for even a month without any of their magic was Sting, owing to his superior strength and constitution. But the first?

"Rufus and Sting, respectively." He said bluntly. Rufus tried not to be offended. "Sting, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"...uh. Hop around the room on one leg?" Rogue said after pausing for way too long.

"I think we should switch the order up. I know Sting is dying to ask people about his sandwich." Rufus suggested.

"Good idea!" Sting exclaimed, hopping around the room. He came across an obstacle in the form of a stool, which he jumped on top of instead of hopping around it.

"I could live with that." Minerva said, throwing Orga a dirty look. The other three shrugged neutrally.

"Reverse order?" Yukino suggested.

"Nope. Not happening." Orga vetoed.

"Not taking a dare from Orga." Rufus agreed.

"Age?" Minerva suggested, eyeing Orga slyly.

"Works for me." Rogue said. The others agrees.

"Oldies first." Minerva said smugly. "Orga, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Kiss, Marry, Kill. Rogue, Laxus and Yukino." Minerva said, giving a list of Orga's most recent crushes.

"Kiss Rogue, Marry Yukino, Kill Laxus." Orga gritted out, death glaring his rival.

"Minerva, you're next, right?" Sting asked, knowing she was only two years younger than Orga, which made her two years older than him, the next person in line. She nodded. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare." How bad could it be?

"Try to fit as many ice cubes as possible in your mouth and keep them there until they melt -No chewing!" Sting's eyes shone sadistically. Minerva complied, successfully cramming 8 ice cubes into her mouth and silently communicating to Rufus to give Sting hell. The cold seeped into her tongue, to the point where it was painful, but Minerva would pull through.

"Sting, truth or dare?" Rufus asked.

"Dare."

"Grab one person here and help them with their love lives." Rufus dared.

"Okay. Yukino, come with me." Sting lead Yukino to the rooftop, where not even Rogue would hear. "Spill the tea."

"Um... Okay... I like Minerva, like, a lot, but I've started noticing Orga too and that just makes it so much more complicated because I know he likes me, and I kinda like him, but I really, really like Minerva but I don't know if she likes me back and I don't know what to do." Yukino rambled, letting it all off her chest.

"Wow. Sounds complicated. Look, Minerva definitely likes you. Huuuge crush. Would totally let you step on her. Don't worry about that part. I don't know what to tell you about Orga though. Maybe talk to them, or have Rogue talk to them. Tell them how you feel. Tell Orga that you like him, but you feel more attracted to Minerva. Tell Minerva that you do have feelings for Orga, but you really like her. That she's the one you're more interested in. Just let them know. I'm worried that they've already started fighting over you." Sting said, hoping he wasn't spewing bullshit.

"You know...I think you're right. I should talk to them. Thanks."

"No worries. What else are friends for?"

"I'll keep that in mind in case Rogue ever picks dare." Yukino promised.

"Rufus, truth or dare?" Rogue asked.

"Truth."

"Why didn't you answer Sting's question when he asked about his sandwich?" Rogue had only just realized that in the chaos, Rufus had managed to evade the question.

"I forgot." The memory mage answered.

"YOU! You ate my sandwich! My poor sandwich!" Sting jumped up from where he had just sat down.

"Look, it was a tasty looking sandwich, and I had just pulled an all-nighter! I'm sorry, but what's a man supposed to do?" Rufus defended himself.

"Was it worth it?" Sting said coldly.

"Yes." "Right answer. We're cool."

"Just like that?!" Orga exclaimed.

"Yeah." Sting said.

"Rogue, truth or dare?" Yukino asked.

"Truth."

"Would it kill you to pick something else?" Minerva asked.

"No."

Yukino needed to convince Rogue to pick dare next time. What could she ask him. While she thought, Sting got up to get some snacks.

"Who have you thought about having sex with, other than Sting? Name all of them." She asked. This would work.

"No one." Rogue responded immediately.

"I call bullshit!" Orga interjected.

"Yeah, same." Rufus said.

"Come on, Rogue, tell us." Minerva insisted. "You'll have to do a punishment otherwise."

"But I'm telling the truth!" Rogue defended himself.

"There's nothing wrong with thinking about other people that way, Rogue." Yukino reassured him.

"I never said there was. I just said I didn't."

"Bullshit, everyone does." Orga retorted, getting annoyed.

"Why is it so hard to believe that Sting is the only person I want to do anything with?!" Rogue raised his voice despite himself. Why didn't they believe him?

"Because that's not how that works. Rogue, you have nothing to be ashamed of." Rufus said gently. Rogue must have been feeling guilty about his attraction to other people and buried it.

"Except for lying when you picked truth." Minerva said.

"I'm not lying." Rogue snapped.

"Rogue, who is it? Is it Gajeel?" Yukino asked, trying to get to the bottom of what was stopping Rogue from telling them.

"What's wrong with you people? I've never wanted to do anything with anyone else, deal with it!" Rogue said heatedly, trying to get his volume back under control.

"You don't have to tell us. You can just do the punishment instead. Just let it go." Rufus said evenly, trying to calm the upset Dragonslayer down.

"You guys let it go!" Rogue retorted. The door burst open, revealing Sting, without the snacks he'd gone to get. He'd dropped everything when he'd heard Rogue shouting.

"What happened?" Sting snarled.

"Rogue got caught lying on his truth and keeps denying it." Orga said.

"I'm not lying! Why is that so hard to understand?" Rogue's voice cracked under the strain of his emotions.

"We told you, Rogue, it's nothing to be ashamed of." Yukino said gently.

"I never said it was! Why can't any of you listen?"

"Then tell a more believable lie. Come on. We can skip the punishment if you're going to be that upset about it, just admit that you were lying." Rufus said, unable to understand Rogue's insistence on this one lie.

Sting shot his guildmates a withering look, pulling Rogue behind him.

"Yukino. What was the question?" The Guildmaster asked coldly.

"Watch your tone." Minerva warned him.

"I asked him to name all the people he thought about having sex with, other than you, and he said-" Yukino started.

"Thank you." Sting interrupted her, seeing where this was going. Gently, he turned to Rogue. "What did you tell them, sweetie?" Sting rarely used nicknames. He only really used them ironically (Darling, Honey, sometimes Dimples) or when comforting him (Sweetie). He took Rogue's hand and squeezed it.

"I told them that I never though of anyone but you that way. They didn't believe me." Rogue said, still not understanding the issue here.

"See, he's clearly lying. You've thought about other people too, right? We all have. We're trying to find out why he's feeling so guilty about it." Orga explained, concerned for his friend.

"Well yeah, I have. Rogue knows that. But I'd have been more surprised if he said he had been attracted to someone else. I believe him, so mind your business." Sting said, keeping his hold on Rogue, who leaned into him. Sting adjusted his grip so that they would be more comfortable.

"But that's not how it work though? So why do you believe him?" Orga didn't seem to have gotten the message. Sting turned to Rogue.

"Sweetie, do you mind if I try to explain?" He asked. Rogue shrugged. "I need a yes or a no."

"You can try to tell them. Don't think they'll believe you." Rogue said. Yukino's heart broke at his defeated tone. They'd overstepped. She was sure of it.

"...Rogue-" Yukino started, unsure of what to say, what to do with his broken trust. Rogue's eyes flickered over to look at her for a moment before looking away. Sting settled the two of them onto the couch, running his fingers through Rogue's hair.

"For a long time, we both thought that Rogue didn't like people that way. Sexually. After we got rid of Jiemma, he realized that he was in love with me and we started going out. He wasn't particularly averse to sleeping with me, or kissing or anything, but he wasn't big on it either. He just liked being close to me, and he didn't mind what form that took. Then a couple of months ago, he told me that he was starting to feel these new feelings towards me, and that's where we are now. So honestly, I strongly doubt he would think about having sex with anyone else for a few years, if ever. So yeah, I believe him." Sting glared at them, daring them to refute him. He'd left out so much, like Rogue's fears that Sting wouldn't want him if Rogue wasn't interested in sleeping with him, or Sting's pining back when he believed that his love for Rogue could never be returned. It had been hard to get to the point they had reached, and Sting didn't appreciate how carelessly their friends had reopened those wounds.

Rogue leaned into Sting, amazed at how concisely his beloved had managed to explain what he had felt, or in some cases not felt. He could see the guilt on his friends faces.

"I'm so sorry, Rogue." Yukino apologized, trembling.

"You didn't know..." Rogue said. Maybe he should have told them. He hadn't thought it necessary. As though reading his mind, Sting leaned closer.

"It's not your fault. It's your business." He whispered. Rogue smiled softly at him, making Sting's eyes brighten.

"My bad, Rogue." Orga said. "I shouldn't have been so aggressive. I just didn't think."

"I apologize too. I had heard of people in similar situations, but they had slipped my mind." Rufus apologized.

"I'm sorry." Minerva said.

Silence fell over the friend group, as they waited for someone to say something. Finally, Orga broke the silence.

"Yukino. Truth or dare?"

"Dare." And so the game continued.

"Go outside the guildhall and try to summon rain." Orga said. Yukino got up, and Rufus went with her to make sure she followed through.

How does one go about summoning rain? Yukino wasn't sure. She stood there, trying to think of a ritual.

"Rain, Rain, come this way! For today is the promised day!" She chanted, crouching down and standing up again. She repeated the chant a couple of times, until suddenly: Fwoosh. The rain came pouring down, drenching her, Rufus, and everyone else in the area.

"Holy moly macaroni, it actually worked!" Yukino gasped in amazement. Rufus looked stunned, trying to soak this moment into his memory.

As quickly as it had come, the rain cleared, revealing Gajeel and Juvia from Fairy Tail.

"Juvia has never heard someone praying for rain." Juvia said, smiling.

"What're you twerps doing?" Gajeel asked.

"Playing truth or dare." Yukino explained.

"So Lightbulb found more victims. Lucky him." Gajeel grumbles, massaging his arms.

"Juvia would like to have a word with your Guildmaster and Gajeel came to pick up the belongings Wendy left behind." Juvia said, a little menacingly.

"I wouldn't right now if I were you..." Yukino warned her. "Some of us have made some... bad decisions recently."

She and Rufus led Gajeel and Juvia back to Sting and Rogue's apartment.

"We saw the rain! How did you- Oh. Hi Juvia, Gajeel." Orga started excitedly, but trailed off as his question answered itself.

"Juvia wishes to talk to Sting about the 'plank incident'." Juvia said.

"Hey Rogue, where are the bracelets? And why aren't ya wearing your tiara?" Gajeel teased.

"The bracelets are on the counter and I put the circlet in a box so that it wouldn't get damaged." Rogue said, not moving from his position curled up at the Glowstick's side. He looked tired, no, more than that, he looked weary. Gajeel would have to call later to ask what was wrong. Or maybe not. Maybe he'd drop by in a few days.

"Look, the plank was Wendy's idea. Talk to her." Sting defended himself to the angry water mage.

"So it was Wendy's idea to double the amount of turns Gajeel had to wait?" Juvia asked.

"She dodged her truth so I gave her a break. I didn't realize what that meant for Gajeel until later." Sting lied. Juvia didn't seem happy with the response, but Gajeel stepped between them.

"It's all good, 'Via. Let's get these back to Little Blue before she realizes they're missing." Letting his friend beat up Rogue's boyfriend would not make matters better, in Gajeel's mind. "See you around!"

"Bye!" Sting said, while Rogue waved.

"Orga. Truth or dare?" Minerva asked.

"Dare."

"Act like a dog until Rufus' turn."

"Woof." Orga dropped to the floor.

"Minerva, truth or dare?" Sting said, fighting to keep a straight face.

"...Truth."

"What is the sexiest thing about each person here?"

"Wowowoof." Orga struggled to make his laugh sound like a bark.

"Very well. Rufus' is his hair. It's very well taken care of. Sting's is his abs. Orga's is his...um...his. Give me a minute." Minerva struggled. Unable to tell her off, Orga growled at her. She chuckled. "His commitment to the bit. Rogue, um, hard to say. His eyes or his scar. The one on his nose. Yukino..." Minerva steeled herself. "Everything."

Yukino blushed scarlet and covered her face.

"Sting, truth or dare?" Rufus asked.

"Truth."

"If this was a story, what would everyone's role be and what kind of story is it?" Oh. This was a good one, actually. Option one was a romcom, with Yukino, Orga and Minerva in a love triangle and the other three as side characters. Option two was that Sting was the main character in a sitcom and Rogue was his love interest. He could see it now: 'The Guild'.

"Well, obviously, this would be a sitcom about a guild. I'm the main character, Rogue is my love interest and a fan favorite, Orga is the office prankster that fans write two hour academic dissertations about, going into depth about whether of not he went too far, Minerva is the office Karen, Rufus is the know it all and Yukino is the new recruit I have to show around." Sting declared confidently.

"I may need to speak to your manager about that one." Minerva joked.

"Guess what, bestie? I am the manager!" Sting declared.

"Bow Wow Bitches! It's Rufus' turn." Orga thundered.

"Rufus, truth or dare?" A now largely recovered Rogue asked.

"Dare, for a change."

"Call Gray and tell him you knocked up Orga's girlfriend and you're freaking out because he thinks it's his." Sting suggested.

"No. Why would I dare him to do that?" Rogue asked.

"Because you're cute when you're mean." Sting grinned. He'd decided to subtly implement compliments like that when it had become apparent that Rogue had been bottling up anything that could be perceived as negative even more after the dragon attack on Crocus, led by his future self. As far as Sting could tell, it had helped, and Rogue hadn't noticed him doing it. Besides, it was true. Rogue blushed as red as his eyes, but tried to hide it behind his bangs. Cute.

"Do a handstand." Rogue ordered.

"I don't think I can."

"Try. If you can't, have someone assist you."

Rufus sighed and tried, not even getting close. "Orga! Help me, please." Rufus panicked as Orga guided his legs up until he was upright, standing on his hands. The blood started to rush to his head, causing him to collapse, but Orga caught him. "Thanks."

"Alright Rogue, truth or dare?" Yukino asked.

"Dare."

"Don't stop touching Sting for the rest of the game." She said.

"Can do." Rogue hummed. Sting put his arm around Rogue, promising to make sure of it.

"Yukino! Truth or dare?" Orga asked.

"Dare."

"Call someone outside of this group, pretend it's their birthday and sing them 'Happy Birthday'." Orga said. On the one hand, she could call Lucy, and they could laugh it off. On the other, Queen Hisui also had a communication lacrima and it would be way funnier.

"This is Hisui. Is that you, Yukino?" Hisui asked.

"~Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you~

~Happy Birthday, dear Hisui, Happy Birthday to you~" Yukino sang awkwardly before hurriedly hanging up.

"You know, when I said call someone, I didn't mean the Queen of Fiore, right?" Orga asked, concerned.

"You didn't tell her not to." Minerva retorted. "Now, will it be truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Scare one person, other than me, in the next ten minutes. Make it a surprise." Minerva said.

"As good as done."

"Minerva, truth or dare?" Sting asked.

"Dare."

"Let Yukino cut and style your hair." Sting said. Both women's faces lit up before turning bright red.

Yukino led Minerva too the bathroom and reached for the scissors that Minerva had left on the sink. She had Minerva sit on the edge of the bathtub as she brushed out the uneven hair.

"I think this would be easier if your hair was wet. Do you mind?" Yukino asked. Minerva didn't, and wet her hair. Yukino got to work, noting that the back was considerably shorter than the front. "Do you want it to be even or do you want the front to be longer, like, with a gradient?" Yukino asked. She thought that the sharper cut would suit Minerva better, but it was pretty bold and she didn't want to do it without permission.

"Do what you think will look nicer. I trust you." Minerva smiled at that, and Yukino felt like her heart would explode as she looked into those deep green eyes. Emboldened, she went for the sharper cut.

Minerva looked in the bathroom mirror, barely recognizing herself. Her hair looked sharp, elegant and so... her. She could feel the tears welling in her eyes at how well Yukino had understood her, had captured her heart, in more ways than one. "It's beautiful, Yukino."

"Not as beautiful as you." The words just slipped out. Yukino felt her face heat up with embarrassment. "Sorry." She looked up to find Minerva's lip trembling, her cheeks flushed red and her eyes welling with tears.

"You're the best!" Minerva choked out. Uncertain, Yukino opened her arms a bit, inviting Minerva into a hug. It took her a moment to process the invitation, but when the though finally registered, she all but collapsed into Yukino's arms, letting the celestial mage hold her close. She was warm, as much as Minerva had known her to be.

They sat for a while, Minerva clinging to Yukino as she cried. Yukino traced patterns on her back, in the shape of the constellations she wielded.

"I-I don't know if this is the right time, but... I like you. Romantically. I've liked you for a while, but well, I like Orga too, and I didn't know what to do. But when I was talking to Sting, and he told me you liked me back, I realized that it's you. I want to go out with you. Will you go out with me?" Yukino asked, hoping that this wasn't wildly inappropriate. Minerva huddled closer to her.

"I'd like that. When do you want to go?" Minerva couldn't quite believe what was happening. Yukino liked her back, and more importantly, Yukino Aguria had asked her out. This was the best day of her life, possibly tied with the day her father had died and Sting and Rogue had invited her back to Sabertooth. It was a good day, to be sure.

"As soon as I've cleared the air with Orga. He's my friend, after all. I owe him that much."

They left a few moments later, and Sting gave them a discreet thumbs up, while Rogue smiled proudly at them. Shit. They had forgotten about the Dragonslayers' heightened senses. Oh well. It couldn't be helped.

"Sting, truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"Make us some pancakes. I'm hungry." Rufus demanded. Sting smiled goodnaturedly. It would be hard to be annoyed when he had Rogue clinging to him. Sting took his hand and got up to make the pancakes.

"Right, I need both my hands, so hold on to me, okay Rogue?" Sting asked, making sure Rogue wouldn't fail his dare. Rogue smiled and hugged him from behind, using the one inch of height he had on Sting to peer over his shoulder to watch him work.

With the pancakes done, they sat back down to enjoy the food.

"Rufus, truth or dare?"

"Truth, after last time."

"Sorry." Rogue said, with minimal regret. "What would you have done if I had gone with Sting's suggested dare?"

"I would have killed you and forced him to spend the rest of his life mourning you." Rufus said.

"Glad that didn't happen. Wouldn't wanna lose you." Sting said. "But, like, really?"

"No, I would have done it and then avoided Gray for the rest of eternity." Rufus amended.

"Don't you already do that?" Sting asked. Rufus wished his Guildmaster hadn't noticed. Due to an unresolved incident involving Gray's house-key, Rufus had been avoiding him, but no one knew about that and Rufus intended to keep it that way.

"Rogue, truth or dare?" Yukino asked.

"Dare."

"Let Sting carry you everywhere until tomorrow night."

"Why would you make him do that? What could he possibly have done to upset you like that?" Rogue protested, embarrassed at the idea of making Sting do yet more things for him.

"Oh, trust me, I don't mind at all." Sting saw the dare for what it was, an excuse to spend a whole day holding Rogue. What was there to complain about?

"Let's just say I owe him one. Or a bunch." Yukino smiled, looking at Minerva. Rogue accepted that. If Sting didn't mind, who was Rogue to complain? He could live with spending a day being held. "I'll watch the cats for you."

"Yukino, truth or dare?" Orga was pretty sure it would be the last turn for today, it was pushing 5pm. He could tell that something had changed between Yukino and Minerva, he wasn't stupid.

"Dare."

"Two truths, one lie. Have us guess the lie."

"I love baking. I like to sing. I want to see a meteor shower."

"Three." Orga, Rufus and Sting said.

"Two." Rogue and Minerva said.

"It's two." Yukino revealed.

They game ended, and Sting carried Rogue to his office to do some paperwork. Meanwhile, Orga and Yukino went to the top of the Guildhall.

"I need to talk to you." Yukino said with determination.

"About my feelings for you?" Orga guessed. Yukino smiled.

"Yeah. I do like you, but I like Minerva more. I think I might love her. I'm sorry."

"Well, it happens. You can't really control who you like. But now that that's been said; Let's party!" Orga suggested?

"Come again?"

"Yeah! Two of my friends just got together, and you think I'm not gonna celebrate? It's party time."

"I'm not sure Minerva would want to have a party like that right now, not if it's explicitly about that. I think she would come to a normal party though." Yukino compromised.

"Good enough for me! I'm gonna get it sorted."

Orga couldn't deny that the rejection stung a bit, of course it did. But he hadn't been lying when he had said he was happy for them. To cheer himself up, he would do what he enjoyed most: Plan a party. Maybe he could still use some company. Rufus liked planning. Maybe he'd enjoy helping him with this. Orga would be fine. He developed crushes quickly, though those crushes had the uncanny ability to get into loving relationships as soon as he acknowledged his feelings for them. But he wasn't worried. He was only in his twenties, after all. He had ages. Eventually, one of the loving relationships his crushes found would be with him. Until then, he would party it up!

Rogue looked at the predicted expenses Rufus had submitted for Orga's impromptu party. It was cheaper than the typical guild parties, thanks to the careful budgeting that had been done. Rufus and Orga worked well together.

"Do you want to go to the party?" He asked Sting, who was working on the paperwork.

"'Course! If you don't mind me carrying you in front of everyone, that is." Sting responded, glad to have a distraction from the paperwork.

[bvrnesher]

❝ Write me a Sonnet ! ❞ — part. i

🫧 ꣑𓍢 Stormy's Typewriter;; Write me a Sonnet, part. i ♡ starting a series—if I make a part ii, of course.

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YOU SAW HIM PASS BY every day.

Each morning, while the sun still yawned over breakfast. Each afternoon, in the dust and discipline of your legion training. And how could you not see him, when Jason Grace was everywhere? Wherever your gaze wandered—there he was. Those blue eyes, bold as a love sonnet whispered from heart to heart, always holding a quiet certainty that things would turn out as they should.

There was something in him. Perhaps in the way his steps never faltered, as if the ground itself recognized him. Or maybe in the way his presence entered a room—not loudly, not seeking, but inescapably. He carried something rare, something magnetic. A stillness that spoke louder than noise. A command not of force, but of calm. He drew attention not to boast, but to balance. He inspired respect not through fear, but through the ease with which he bore himself.

And when your eyes found him—when they truly settled on him—something shifted. A spark. A quiet bloom of warmth beneath your ribs. As if the world tilted, just slightly, to let a little more light in. As if, for a fleeting breath, everything became more vivid. His eyes shimmered beneath any kind of sky—sunlight, torchlight, even the gray of storm clouds—always clearer, always brighter, always transparent.

They say the eyes are the windows to the heart. And with him, that saying became truth, sacred and unshakable. Looking into his eyes felt like stepping into something eternal—something vast and kind, unafraid. But that truth only lasted as long as you didn’t look at your own reflection.

Because in the mirror, or in the river’s surface, or in any glass that dared to hold your face, your eyes told a different story. There was no light in them. Nothing remarkable. Nothing anyone might pause to admire, not without effort or pretense. They were just… eyes. Yours. And they never shone the way his did.

Still, you longed. Not in the desperate way of fairy tales, but in the quiet, enduring way of rituals. You longed for him with the same steady pull that led your feet, every morning, down the path that crossed his. It wasn’t that you followed him—of course not. You simply happened to walk the same road. At the same time. Every day. A small grace. A secret blessing. To exist, if only in passing, in the orbit of his light.

Jason was a dream. Not just yours. He was the dream of the whole camp. The kind you don’t dare touch, only admire from a reverent distance. He was the example. The ideal. The leader who never faltered. The perfect praetor—steady hands, clear mind, eyes fixed on something greater than himself. Always ready. Always prepared to rise when called, to carry the weight when no one else could.

And still, despite all that, he never once looked down on the rest of you.

And maybe that was the cruelest part of it all.

Though he always seemed a little... stoic. Distant, even. Not unfriendly, not unkind—just unreachable in a way that made you hesitate before speaking. It wasn’t that he dismissed others or held himself above anyone. He was polite, gracious even, but always with a kind of calm detachment, like his thoughts were anchored somewhere far beyond what the rest of you could see. He would listen, offer one of those soft nods or easy smiles, and then disappear into his duties with the kind of focus only someone born under the weight of Jupiter’s name could carry.

And that’s how you found yourself here.

You didn’t even remember the first time something in you began to change. There was no clear before and after, no sudden realization. Maybe it started the first time your paths crossed in those in-between spaces of Camp Jupiter—at the same corners, the same quiet hours, the same stretch of road beneath a pale sky. Or maybe it was him who began appearing in your world, as if drawn in by something.

It wasn’t anything dramatic. Just small things. Glimpses. Accidental eye contact. The way your steps sometimes fell in sync when he walked past. Things so subtle they almost didn’t exist. So quiet you convinced yourself you imagined them. And maybe you had. You’d always been good at keeping yourself grounded, at focusing on your training, on your responsibilities—on what was expected of you. That life was steady. Predictable. Safe. You were like everyone else in the legion: loyal, capable, tired. The afternoons were long, your muscles sore, your thoughts often drifting as you walked home beneath the orange spill of sunset.

It became a routine. After training, you would walk past the Senate House, letting your feet carry you wherever the day’s thoughts took you. You weren’t searching for anything. You weren’t chasing him. But still, every evening you found yourself in the same place, at the same time, always alone, always walking the path he sometimes took. There was something peaceful in those moments, something honest. You were nearing your fourth year of service. Some days had slipped by like dreams, others had dragged like stones, but you had endured them all. That counted for something. You were still standing.

And then, it changed. Not all at once. Not in a way you could name. It was subtle, like a shift in the wind or the way the light feels different just before a storm. You didn’t notice until much later, until the moment had already happened.

One day, as you passed the Senate House, the sun was beginning to fall behind the mountains, the sky melting into shades of amber and violet. It stretched above you like a painting in motion, and for a moment, it made everything feel still—like the day itself was holding its breath. You were distracted, fiddling absentmindedly with one of your earrings, your thoughts tangled in something quiet and soft. You weren’t looking where you were going. You were watching the way the sun dipped behind the ridgeline, disappearing slowly, as if reluctant to leave.

And then, a brush. A soft bump at your side—barely a touch, really. You flinched out of instinct, and before you could turn fully, a hand settled briefly on your shoulder. Warm, steady, grounding. It was only there for a heartbeat, but it left something behind. Not a mark. Not a bruise. Just a spark. Like electricity beneath your armor, humming low and sharp.

"Sorry," came the voice—quick, almost casual, as if the word had left his mouth before he even registered the contact.

You knew that voice.

You turned, already knowing what you'd find—or rather, what you wouldn't. He was already walking away, not looking back, his steps easy, unaffected. But your eyes followed him anyway, caught in that moment like a thread pulled taut between you.

Jason Grace.

And it was, you were almost certain, the first time he had ever said a word meant only for you.

💐 — a/n: This is a short one, but I intend to maybe make it into a series? Anyway, I tried something new with my writing in this one. It's the first time I've published something like this, so I hope it's not bad. 🫂 + I was sleepy while writing this, so it's probably a shit.

🏷: taglist open ! — if I do write more 🤟🏻

[deminetly]

PLSPLS tell us about the dates you scripted with your s/o!! i’d love to know

ᰔ DATES ME AND MY S/O GO ON IN MY BETTER CR

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night walks and car rides

swimming at night

looking for fairies at our local forest

thrifting (silly outfits) for each other

randonauticaing

just meditating together

playing with lps and sylvian families

making and shifting to drs together

watching documentaries and taking notes together

feeding birds

picking up trash to save the planet

running

arts and crafts

bug/snail hunting

silly photoshoots

watching sunrises and sunsets

getting drunk at trampoline parks

pretending to be crazy in public

travelling together

taking random busses and trains

getting matching nails, hair and outfits

him teaching me to skate

him teaching me to play guitar

exploring (abandoned) places

museum dates

him giving me massages

spa days at home

watching and analysing movies, books and shows (and the characters)

sneaking to places we shouldnt be at (roofs, house parties, etc)

thrift and have a fashion show later

talking to random people finding new friends

volunteering

people watching

learning a language together

stargazing

24h without phones (we so this once a week)

talking to strangers (possibly interviewing them, then analyzing the answers)

pretending to podcast

building random things from snow (like a trash can)

taking uquizzes together

extreme truth or dare in public

thrifting baby clothes (even though neither of us want children)

buying or making matching plushies

making silly tiktok/youtube vlogs together

him teaching me to drive

[arielleslipgloss]

How To Plan A Super Girly Sleepover!!

“I love dressing up. It’s the best part of being a girl, I think.” - Emma Roberts

Schools almost over for a lot of us and that means it’s time to start planning girly summer sleepovers!! In this guide I’ll be going over movies to watch, games/activities, and sweet treats. Oh, and I must say I’m quite the expert at planning slumber parties. After all, I’ve been having sleepovers with my best friend since I was seven years old. I still remember making imovies and singing Mariah Carey with her. So take it from me, as someone who’s been having sleepovers since she was very little.

1. The Basics!! Before we start brainstorming all the fun stuff we have to think about the basics. The date, time, who you want to invite, and even invitations if you like. Start by making a group chat with everyone you want to invite to your sleepover. Then, figure out if anyone has any plans the day you want to have your soirée. If you’re having more than one person come over, it’s probably best to ask. Once that’s all situated (the date, time, + who is coming) you can start making invitations if you like. You could mail your invitations or just text them their invitation. Whatever works best for you!!

2. What Movies To Watch!! Now when I’m making a theme, I personally like to base it off whatever movies we’re watching. So what movies you watch play a major role in planning your sleepover. Try choosing movies that match the same vibe as each other. Some examples could be, Sleepover (2004), 13 going on 30 (2004), Crossroads (2002), The Hot Chick (2002), Mean Girls (2004), Sharpay’s Fabulous Adventure(2011), The Princess Diaries (2001), 27 Dresses (2008), Monte Carlo (2011), Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961), 10 Things I Hate About You (1999), The Parent Trap (1998), Clueless (1995), Wild Child (2008), The Bling Ring (2013), She’s The Man (2006), White Chicks (2004), Legally Blonde (2001), etc. I seriously could write a whole blog with movies to watch at a girly sleepover. Actually maybe I should 🤭

3. Activities!! I know the feeling of you and your bestie(s) having no clue right to do. Which leads you to resorting to your phone. Then time passes by, and you still have no idea what to do. Well no worries, I have a list of things you can do!! Starting off the list with baking, karaoke, blind karaoke, dress up (boas, fairy wings, sunglasses, etc) do at home glam bots, watch some movies ofc, play scary online games, roleplay as celebrities (ex: the Kardashians), truth or dare (this one could be a bit boring for some), play guess who, give each other facials (steam your faces, put face masks on, then use your hands or a gua sha), have a pillow fight, have a photoshoot, have a “talent show” with singing, dancing, or even comedy, spill who your “hear me outs” are, play board games, do each others hair or makeup, have a baking/cooking contest, and more!!

4. Sweet Treats To Make!! If you’re like me and my friends sweet treats at sleepovers are a must. That being said I ofc have a list of sweet treats to make!! Such as a s’more’s dip, ice cream cookie sandwiches, ice cream sundaes, root beer floats, rice krispie treats, puppy chow, candy salad, smash cake, make your own Crumbl cookies, cake pops, dirt pudding, cookie fries, marshmallow popcorn, pizookies, brownies, chocolate covered strawberries, cheesecake strawberries, churros, and chocolate fudge!!

Now you should be ready to have the sleepover of the summer!!

“I'm surrounded by great friends and family. I don't know what I would do without them.” - Emma Roberts

Remember to enjoy life and to stay pretty 💗

Xoxo, Arielleslipgloss 💋🎀