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The Revelation of All Things - 34. In which love is a balm and anger is an analgesic

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Josie had secured them passage on a boat that left from Jader, the port city on the border of Orlais and Ferelden, and they rode hard out of Skyhold to ensure they made it on time. The pace left little room for talking, but she wouldn't have wanted to speak anyway. The last few days had been too special, too unbelievable to be able to engage in idle talk just yet.

As she gazed unseeing at the blur of rocks, hills and trees around her, Evana faded into herself to sort through the strange aches and flutters that had plagued her since that day on the battlements. Her tender feelings had flourished under Cullen's gentle care, roots digging in deeper, tighter, woven into intricate, irreversible patterns through her heart. But the way her heart now yearned for him, the way every step away from him pulled at the fragile roots, testing strength as only time and distance could... Would she break under these new and uncomfortable feelings? Would the separation wither the ties between them? Would he change his mind with so much time to rethink their impractical relationship?

A tiny gasp escaped her lips at the sharp, visceral ache that pulsed through her at the thought, an ache unlike anything she'd felt before. She then sighed as one truth became crystal clear. This is going to be a long trip.

They made camp late that night and set off early the next morning to catch their boat. Josephine's connection had offered them passage all the way across the Waking Sea and up the river through the Heartlands to a small port town on western side of Lake Celestine, which meant they'd only have a few days of traveling by horse after disembarking. When Leliana had sent word to Captain Rylen to expect them, Rylen had responded that they had yet to hear from the Champion or Warden Stroud. Evana intoned a prayer as she rode that they were both OK.

Although the prayer was directed to the Creators, she couldn't help the small part of her that wondered if she should also address it to the Maker and his prophet, Andraste. She was supposed to be Andraste's Herald after all, and Cullen's song the other night had moved her in a way she hadn't expected - in a way the songs about the Elvhen lore and Creators never had.

She felt a tinge of shame for even thinking in such a way. But what if Andraste had really guided her through the Fade and given her a mark to fight Corypheus? She still had no memory of what had happened to her in the Fade, but the more regions they stabilized and the more they emerged victorious, the more it felt as though a guiding force had truly taken interest in their mission. The existence of one god did not preclude others, after all.

She pushed the thoughts aside. Her faith in the Elvhen gods had always been more academic than spiritual, but she wasn't ready to jump into another religion quite yet... if ever.

They reached Jader with a couple hours to spare, so they made their arrangements and stopped in for a late afternoon meal at a nearby restaurant. As she absently listened to the idle banter of her companions, she picked at her food. She should be hungry, but the food held no appeal. Halfway through the meal, Dorian's voice finally cut through the haze of her thoughts.

"... I know. But she's clearly not listening to anything we're saying. It's no fun to tease someone who isn't even paying attention to you."

Evana looked up to see her companions staring at her with equally amused and concerned expressions on their faces. "Hmmmm...?"

"There you are. I thought I might have to do some sort of interpretive dance to get your attention. We are supposed to be dancing our way through Thedas, after all," Dorian quipped. After a pause during which she merely rolled her eyes at him, he continued. "So, can I guess what - or rather who - you're thinking of? Perhaps the person I saw kissing you so passionately in the courtyard yesterday morning?"

Varric laughed. "And it's about damn time, too. I thought Curly was never going to make a move."

Evana blushed hotly and looked back down at her food without responding. She wouldn't take the bait. Perhaps she'd be able to joke about it later, but right now, it was too precious a thing to sully with Dorian and Varric's teasing. Bull's voice cut in, much softer and laced with concern.

"I was merely saying that you really should eat, boss. We won't have another meal like this for... well... weeks."

They all gave her their most serious looks. The irony of her three most sarcastic, smart-ass companions being serious for this long was not lost on her. She had to laugh, or she would cry.

"Creators, I'm not made of glass! I'll be fine... and yes, I'll eat, Bull. I was just... distracted."

To prove her point, she began eating in earnest. She made sure to finish the plate for good measure. As they boarded the ship, Evana tried engage more with her companions, but she found herself drifting into her own thoughts in spite of her best intentions. She wasn't used to having friends who worried about her, asked about her day and expected her to participate in conversations. In her clan, she'd focused on her work and learning from Vash'an and Deshanna. Her peers had all had families of their own, so...

All excuses. You were diffident to your clan and your peers. You had no confidence in yourself. How could they?

During childhood, she'd always felt out of place, but she'd also been less shy, more willing to take chances. However, her odd relationship with her mother, working so hard with Vash'an and then being apprenticed to the Keeper had led her to be more withdrawn. Her relationship with Hanir, even before their bonding, had introduced feelings of inadequacy, and she'd folded into herself even more. Then, after the attack, she'd poured all her energy into learning to protect the clan - to do what she'd hadn't been able to do for them before. She worked hard to become the best at offensive magic she could be. She would not let them down again.

But the clan had taken her dedication as disinterest, her lack of confidence and withdrawn nature as superiority. Deshanna had understood and done her best to pave the way, but Evana knew. Clan Lavellan didn't miss her, didn't wish or hope for her return. If she were honest with herself, she was still working on coming to terms with that realization, but her growing friendships and... other relationships at the Inquisition stood in stark contrast with the years of ambivalence from her clan.

Perhaps that was why she felt such kindredship with Cullen. They had both made mistakes in their past, neglected their own lives to try to make things right. Now they both had great purpose as well as great people surrounding them. It seemed like a chance for redemption that neither of them thought they deserved but both had grabbed onto like an anchor in a storm.

With these thoughts swirling in her head, she took up a spot that would give her the best view of the Frostbacks for as long as the late evening sun would allow. Ironically, an experience that started with imprisonment had made her realize exactly what she'd been missing in her clan. Perhaps she felt homesick now because, for the first time, these people felt like a true home. And she shouldn't let her reticent nature keep her isolated from them.

As if they could understand her thoughts, she turned around to find Dorian, Varric and Bull standing just behind her. She smiled at them.

"So, Varric, tell me more about this game you've been talking about... Wicked Grace was the name, I believe?"

The ship docked in a port outside the small town of Velun four days later. Evana had ended up sleeping for most of the trip, the rocking of the boat mimicking the rocking of the aravels of her childhood. She would try to stay awake for longer than a few hours, but the rocking of the boat just put her right back to sleep. She hadn't felt so refreshed in ages. After gathering their waiting supplies, they headed in the direction of the forward camp. They pushed on until dusk, and she took the first watch as they set up camp. She was still wide awake, but the others collapsed as soon as they hit their bedrolls.

Alone once more with her thoughts, she found herself humming Cullen's chant to herself. She couldn't remember the words, but the gorgeous melody echoed in her thoughts along with the golden visage of her Commander.

She'd come to think of Cullen's faith as just another facet of the man, and she could see that he truly did his best to serve his Maker and Andraste. He failed at times, that much he'd told her, and she'd heard echoes of rumors, the vague whispers of other mages in the dark corners of the keep, of the things in his past he had yet to share with her. Although she'd never pressure him to speak with her about it, the fact that he had yet to open up presented an obstacle she knew they'd need to overcome. Additionally, they'd simply agreed to be open to one another's opinion on mage oversight, but they'd not truly reached an understanding. And yet she thought of all she'd learned about him in the last several months, and she couldn't help feeling that they'd come to an understanding eventually.

It was still hard to believe that he truly cared for her, but all the times he'd gone out of his way to please her or make her feel more comfortable went far beyond cursory concern. Even in Haven, before he'd let himself truly show how much he cared, she'd felt and seen his kindness. Just the fact that he'd taken time out of his day to walk and talk meant the world to her. She already missed him terribly, and it made her feel a bit like a love-sick fool.

Too bad I don't care at all.

She woke Varric at midnight for his watch and lay down to sleep. She felt like she'd only closed her eyes for a moment when a hand shook her awake.

"Come on, sleepy head, time to get up and go kill things," Dorian cooed in her ear. "It's your favorite thing, I know."

She grimaced as her body protested from sleeping on the hard ground. It was amazing how quickly a person could get used to a shemlen bed. As they rode further west, the heat and sun intensified. By the time the sun set, they were all exhausted once again. After another night on the ground, they rode into the forward camp as the late morning sun beat down upon the rows of tents and supplies marked for the Inquisition's extended stay in the Approach. Scout Harding greeted them with a wry smile.

"Inquisitor, welcome to the Western Approach. We've sighted Warden activity to the southwest, but no one's been close enough to figure out what they're doing. Between the sandstorms and the vicious wildlife, we haven't made it far out here. One of my men got too close to a poison hot spring and gave me a slightly delirious report of a high dragon flying overhead."

"A dragon!? Yeeeeessss!!"

Evana shot Bull a death look, and he shrugged. Harding paused and shot an amused look between the two of them before continuing in a faux chipper tone.

"In short, this just might be the worst place in the entire world."

Evana gave her a sympathetic look. "I assume you've got your orders to head to the oasis next?"

"Yes, your worship. I will be heading out there soon. And Captain Rylen and his company are out fighting off a group of varghest from our water supply."

"Please tell the Captain when he returns that we're going to find the Grey Wardens. I hope we can end this quickly."

"Be sure to let us know if you think you need back up. Good luck, and be careful, Inquisitor."

Evana saluted Harding and pulled out a map of the area. She found her direction, and they set off. They had to fight through a couple of rifts and multiple attacks from wildlife and Venatori before they finally approached the Grey Warden ruin several hours later. To her great relief, she saw Hawke and Stroud crouching outside the tower's entrance. The lines in Stroud's face pulled deep as he turned his agitated gaze on her.

"I'm glad you made it, Inquisitor. I'm afraid they've already started the ritual."

The green light emanating from the tower told her all she needed to know about the situation. A cold stab of fear shot through her, but she looked at the group of warriors gathered around her and shoved the fear away. Whatever lay within those walls, they would defeat it, as they had done countless times before.

As they approached, they could see a Grey Warden walking away with a rage demon following closely behind. He joined a line of other Wardens bound to various other demons standing eerily still on the tower platform. A dark-haired man in Tevinter-style dress looked up from his Warden thralls and called out to them.

"Inquisitor! What an unexpected pleasure." The man bowed, a twisted smile splitting his face. "Lord Livius Erimond of Vyrantium at your service."

"You are no Warden!" Stroud shouted at him across the platform.

Erimond's eyes narrowed as he looked to Stroud. "But you are. The one Clarel let slip. And you found the Inquisitor and came to stop me. Shall we see how that goes?"

Evana's blood boiled. Corypheus sure knew how to pick the most arrogant, self-important asses for his dirty work. At least if they're assholes, I don't feel as bad about setting them on fire. She pointed to the dead Warden on the ground before Erimond.

"Looks like you've already done some of my work for me."

"What? Him? We simply needed his blood. Oh... were you hoping to garner sympathy? Maybe make the Wardens feel a bit of remorse? Wardens! Hands up!"

The Wardens lining the path to where Erimond stood mechanically lifted their hands like puppets on a string.

"Hands down!"

The Wardens lowered their hands. Evana's heart plummeted to her stomach as she took in the vacant eyes staring out into nothingness. Beside her, Stroud positively radiated anger. She wondered sadly whether he knew any of the enslaved Wardens.

"Corypheus has taken their minds," Stroud choked out.

Erimond shook his head, a sick smile still twisting his lips. "They did this to themselves. You see, the Calling has the Wardens terrified. They looked everywhere for help."

"Even Tevinter," Stroud growled.

Evana could tell Stroud wouldn't last much longer with the talking portion of this interaction. She needed more information, though. What was the plan? Why do this? Luckily, she didn't even have to ask as Erimond provided the information freely. How accommodating of him.

"Yes, and since it was my master who put the calling into their little heads, we - the Venatori - were prepared. I went to Clarel full of sympathy, and together, we came up with a plan... raise a demon army, march into the Deep Roads, and kill the Old Gods before they wake."

Evana rolled her eyes. "Ah, I was wondering when the demon army would show up."

Erimond looked a little nervous for a moment. "You... knew about it, did you? Well, then, here you are. Sadly for the Wardens, the binding ritual I taught their mages has a side effect. They're now my master's slaves. This was a test. Once the rest of the Wardens complete the ritual, the army will conquer Thedas."

Blood magic at its worst. Leliana's words in the dark future at Redcliffe rang in her ears. And mages always wonder why people fear them... no one should have this power. Evana felt the rage inside her grow at the thought. This was why people feared them - feared her. Weak-willed fools who would try to control others with their magic. How many mages' lives had been ruined by the actions of those few who gave them all a bad name? Those who misused their power for their own personal glory or even in misguided attempts to do good?

"Thank you. That's all I needed to know," she spat out at him.

Erimond sneered and lifted his hand. It glowed red as he extended it toward her with a vicious snarl.

"Oh, please."

Suddenly, a stab of pain pierced her hand and shot up her arm. She stumbled, fell to her knees and bent over, clutching her hand to her chest in agony. But she refused to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry out. She was too angry for that.

"The Elder One showed me how to deal with you in the event you were foolish enough to interfere again," Erimond continued, oblivious to Evana's rising temper. "That mark you bear? The anchor that lets you pass safely through the Veil? You stole that from my master. He's been forced to seek other ways to access the Fade."

Arrogant fool! Evana took several deep breaths to push back the pain, and while Erimond babbled on about his power, Evana focused as Solas had taught her. The anger became a tool, feeding her destructive force, and she stood up slowly, with purpose, raising her hand.

"When I bring him your head," Erimond finished, "his gratitude will be-"

Erimond suddenly cried out in pain as Evana used her anchor to overpower and subdue him. He flew backward a few paces and the rift the Warden had opened to summon the rage demon closed with a vicious snap. Erimond got up slowly, terror dawning on his face. In the next moment, he turned tail and ran, shouting over his shoulder.

"Kill them!"

Chaos broke loose around her as the enslaved Wardens and their demons attacked. At least all of Stroud's pent up frustration could now be put into action. A deep sadness on his behalf mixed with her fury as she worked through her forms, fighting against the men and women who once stood as heroes of Thedas. She knew the Calling had them all frightened, but this? Surely they could see they were being manipulated!?

Evana took a hard hit to her right side, forcing her to focus more fully on the battle. She called down barriers for her team as often as she could, but she mainly focused on icing out the rage demon to keep her companions from getting burned. The other mage Wardens were not difficult to kill, and finally, with one final freeze and a jolt of electricity, the rage demon exploded into a thousand pieces before her. As horrible as she felt cutting down the enslaved Wardens, the demise of that rage demon felt good.

Her blood hummed with left over adrenaline as they regrouped. She passed out a few healing potions for Varric and Hawke, who'd taken the brunt of a demon attack before she'd been able to get a barrier up for them. Dorian had been able to keep himself protected, and Iron Bull just shrugged off the damage. Hawke guzzled the potion and then shook her head.

"They refused to listen to reason."

Stroud sighed. "You were correct. Through their ritual, the mages are slaves to Corypheus."

"And the Warden warriors? What of them?" Hawke asked.

Stroud wouldn't look at Hawke, and the other mage seemed to understand. She closed her eyes and shook her head again.

"Of course, sacrificed in the ritual. What a waste."

Evana's ire was still up. She tried to be sympathetic, but surrounded by so much blood and chaos, she began to understand why Cullen might have difficulty feeling sorry for a person like Samson.

"Human sacrifice, demon summoning..." She shook her head in disgust. "Who looks at this and thinks it's a good idea?"

Hawke answered simply with, "The fearful and the foolish."

Tension arced through the air as Stroud responded. "The Wardens were wrong, Hawke, but they had their reasons."

Hawke leaned back and crossed her arms in front of her. If looks could maim, Hawke's eyes would be considered deadly weapons.

"Yes. All blood mages do. Everyone has a story they tell themselves to justify bad decisions... and it never matters. In the end, you are always alone with your actions."

Hawke's words pierced her anger, and all former sympathy for the Wardens flooded back to her. Evana's response was quiet but firm.

"Perhaps you're right, but a person who makes a bad decision may also still be redeemed."

Hawke looked at her curiously, but merely tilted her head in acknowledgement.

Evana's statement seemed to ease the tension, and Stroud finally spoke again.

"I believe I know where the Wardens are, Your Worship. Erimond fled in that direction." Stroud raised his hand and pointed south. "There's an abandoned Warden fortress that way - Adamant."

She nodded. "Good thinking."

"Stroud and I will scout out Adamant and confirm that the other Wardens are there," Hawke offered. "We'll meet you back at Skyhold."

Hawke took Varric aside, their heads bent together in whispered communion, and then she left with Stroud to scout the fortress. As Evana looked over her companions, her mind, still roiling from the adrenaline, swirled in several directions at once. Finally, Dorian pulled her from her thoughts.

"Uh, not to rush you, my dear, but we are standing among a bunch of dead Wardens and demons. Could we move on soon? I'm worried I'll get blood on my shoes."

Evana looked down at the other mage's blood-soaked armor and boots, then looked back up at him with a raised eyebrow, her lips quirking in a disbelieving smirk. "Blood on the shoes, eh? Little bit late for that." Then, turning to the others, she huffed out a long sigh. "Well, it's still light, and I'm worked up from that fight. I know it's hotter than dragon's fire out here, but... should we look for a few more rifts before heading back to camp?"

"Bianca's all in," Varric affirmed.

"Yeah, I'm up for it, Boss."

She looked at Dorian, who sighed dramatically. "Only you would ask me to trudge around in soiled armor and blazing heat to kill even more demons. Shall we practice our dancing in the sulfur pits, too?" Evana's mouth twitched with a barely suppressed smile, and Dorian's shoulders sagged in defeat. "Oh, I suppose since we're here and my boots are already ruined, we might as well."

She gave him a lopsided grin and headed off in the direction of the next rift on her map.

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whattheheckmidoriya · 3 years ago

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Stuck With Me

Requested by: @cloud-joie

Request: Hello 🌸. Hope you are having a great day. Can I make a request with the prompt: “Ew. Get away from me. No– not you. You stay.” when the reader has the same attitude as Aizawa, where they don't like to be around people and the only person they tolerate is Aizawa. And whey they are together they are super sweet. The opposite of what they reflect.

Pairing: Aizawa Shota x Reader

Word Count: 1,434

Warnings: One slightly suggestive comment by Kayama, but nothing explicit!

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Author's note: Ah, I felt so nice to write again! Thank you SO MUCH for your patience, love! This took much longer than I would've wanted, but I hope you enjoy it all the same!♡

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“It would be unfortunate if you lost a hand, Hizashi.” You grumbled, a threat clear in your words as you continued working on grading papers.

The blonde froze behind you, face void of color at being caught in his crime. “Oh, c’mon! Just one sip!” You didn’t have to look at him to know he was flashing his best puppy eyes under his glasses.

Ink scratched at your papers as you continued working. “No.”

“But—”

“I asked you if you wanted some and you said no,” Swiftly, you pushed your coffee mug away from him, watching from the corner of your eye as he frowned at the action. “You’re not having mine. Suck it up.”

“You didn’t ask me if I wanted some of your delicious coffee!” Nemuri piped up, sprawling her figure over the couch. She flashed a cheeky grin. “Shouldn’t I also be graced by your humble offerings?”

“No,” Before she could argue, you continued, “You broke my other coffee machine and didn’t pay for it.” You clicked your tongue. “You lost coffee privileges.”

“Oh, don’t be so petty!” She pouted, earning a roll of your eyes.

Silence hung over you three, heavy and stiff, and though they knew better than to continue disturbing you, the act just seemed far too tempting to pass upon. The two heroes shared teasing glances, a wicked little thing twinkling in their eyes as they settled their gazes on you.

“So,” Hizashi started, feigned innocence tight in his voice. “How about we—”

“How about you keep quiet before I put your grown asses in time out?” The firm look of disapproval that painted your face was set like stone, one brow quirked in a silent challenge, daring them to continue. When you were only met with silence, you shook your head, taking a sip of your coffee before returning to your work.

Despite the initial bouts of silence, the two friends were relentless and wouldn’t take no for an answer. They would continue bugging you with trivial questions and fleeting conversations, their thoughts never remaining still for more than a few minutes at a time. It had taken more than just your patience to not snap at them, your head pounding with a headache as your hand clutched your pen in a white-knuckled grip. All you wanted was to finish your work and take the remainder of your day for some much-needed rest. That, however, seemed more like a feeble dream as your two friends continued to talk your ear off with their nonsense.

Taking your mug in your hands, you brought it up to your lips, grimacing as the drink seeped into your mouth. Great. Coffee’s gone cold.

Too wrapped up in your current predicament with the two energetic heroes who weren’t merciful enough to allow you a moment of silence, you hadn’t seen your lover walk in. Sore eyes fleeted over the unraveling scene before him, frowning at the look of exhaustion that lingered under your eyes. His feet pulled him further into the room, settling his things on a nearby table before directing himself to you.

“Hizashi I swear—” you began, patience slipping from your grasp as annoyance pulled your brows together.

“It’ll be fun! I promise!” Hizashi grinned, Nemuri nodding encouragingly by his side before slinging one arm over your shoulders.

A smirk played on her lips. “Don’t be such a sourpuss, hon! You’re still young, and I know that you’re also wild!” A mischievous glimmer twinkled in her eyes. “Join us tonight— enjoy some of the entertainment!”

You grimaced at the implication of her words, shaking her arm off of you. A glare hardened your gaze, one Shota recognized to be a mirrored copy of his own tired eyes. “Ew. Get away from me.”

At your tone, bitter, tired, and defeated, all three heroes froze in their places, watching as your shoulders drooped tiredly. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sighed heavily, deflating your chest in one weighed breath.

With no more words from you, everyone understood you had reached your limits. Some alone time was needed. Hizashi and Kayama whispered their apologies before filing out of the room, leaving Shota to grab his belongings. Before he could take hold of his things, though, your voice reached him in a mere breath of exhaustion. “No— not you. You stay.”

Shota looked over his shoulder, back at where you sat, his gaze softening at the silent plead that glossed over your eyes. He sighed. Quietly coming over, he knelt down by your side, gently locking his fingers around your own, smiling as you responded with a gentle squeeze of your hands.

“How are you?” Care and concern balmed over his words, his voice a soft rumbling in his chest that flooded you with comfort.

Deep breath in. Your forehead touched his gently, your heavy eyes fluttering at the warmth of his skin. Deep breath out. Gently, he rubbed circles over the back of your wrists, huffing a breath of amusement as you leaned further into his touch.

“Tired.” Shota hummed in understanding. The tale-tell signs were written all over you. The subtle shaking of your hands within his own. The darkening shadows under your eyes. The low drop of your shoulders. The heavy, repeating sighs that tried to expel the exhaustion from your body.

Tenderly, he kissed your knuckles, brushing your skin with gentle, loving pressings of his lips. A small, endearing act of love full of devotion and adoration. With one final lingering kiss to your hands, he peered up at you, letting his scarred fingers slowly travel up to the sides of your face, cupping your cheeks and pulling you closer to him. “Take a break, angel. Does a nap sound good?”

Tears welled in your eyes, fuzzing out the heavenly image of your lover. Turning to the side, you buried your face in his hands, effectively shielding him from the sight of your quivering lips. With a deep breath, you sank further into his touch, sliding out of your seat and onto the floor, where Shota carefully pulled your body close to his with a gentle tug.

You nodded.

One hand holding your head to his chest, while the other rubbed circles over your back— his heart shattered as your figure trembled with silent cries. He kissed the top of your head, whispering sweet nothings until your breath evened out, your heart timidly following the rhythm of his own. Shota was in no hurry to let go, his heart aching to somehow alleviate the troubles that plagued you.

It didn’t take much for Shota to realize you were much like him, reserved with a schooled face— a masochist of a workaholic that hangs by a thread when rest becomes a rare occurrence. He’s seen you wear yourself out a handful of times, but never like this. It would be of no surprise to him to learn it was his friends who had you tumbling over the edge.

He clicked his tongue. Surely, he’d have a word with them soon enough, but right now, in this very moment, his only concern was to care for the treasure he calls lover.

Looking down at you, he snickered, his lips threatening to curl into an endearing smile. Careful not to disturb you, he wiped the drying tear tracks that stained your skin, huffing a breath as you pressed your cheek closer to his chest.

Shota quietly maneuvered you both off of the floor, carrying you across the room before setting your slumbering figure over the couch cushions. Worn fingers lovingly traced over your face, memorizing the shape of your lips, the angle of your brows, the contour of your jaw. Butterflies fluttered deep within his stomach, heat rising to his cheeks as he shook his head.

Looking over his shoulder, he caught sight of the plush blanket you always carry in your bag. He smiled. He had his sleeping bag, you had your blanket. Before he could turn to grab your blanket, a hand loosely held onto his wrist, tugging at his sleeve.

Dark eyes fleeted back to your restful face, a small pout on your lips. “Don’t leave me.”

His response came in the form of a reassuring squeeze of your hand, a preface to the gentle whisper that carried out the low rumbling of his voice. “I’m just grabbing your blanket, angel.” He lowered himself until his lips could reach your knuckles once again. “You’re stuck with me, okay?”

You hummed sleepily, “Awesome.”

Shota snickered, placing a kiss onto your forehead before stepping away.

Awesome, indeed.

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oddaodd · 4 years ago

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· MASTERLIST ·

THOMAS SHELBY

· Fast Enough · In which the reader is there for Tommy during one of his mental breakdowns. (Angst)

· Awfully sensitive · In which Tommy comforts an emotional reader. (Fluff)

· Her Eyes · In which Tommy and the reader are in an arranged marriage. (Fluff/Angst)

· Hesitation · In which Tommy´s reaction to the reader´s pregnancy isn't what she expected. (Angst)

· Wishful Sinful Wicked Blue · In which the reader and Tommy love drinking together. (Smut/Fluff)

· Concern In Painting · In which Tommy snaps at the reader´s concern about his wellbeing. (Angst/Fluff)

· Tender Sunken Sea · In which the reader convinces Tommy to go to the beach with her. (Fluff)·

· Not Quite It Seems · What You Want (part two) ·In which things turn sour when feelings get involved between Tommy and the reader. (Smut/Angst)

· In The Depths Of Despair · In which the reader refuses to let Tommy go into the tunnels alone. (Angst)

· All The Knives That Lacerate Your Brain · In which the reader deals with the aftermath of Tommy´s PTSD. (Angst)

· Stormborn · *Requested * In which Tommy helps the reader give birth. (Fluff)

· Body And Soul · In which the reader convinces Tommy to paint. (Fluff/Angst)

· Relax · In which tommy helps the reader relax. (Smut)

· A Second,Or Two, Or Three · in which the reader tells Tommy she loves him for the fist time. (Fluff)

· I Will Be Your Wine · A Lace Ghost · (Part two) *Requested* In which the reader realizes she and Tommy were never meant to be. (Angst)

· Dancing Out In Space · In which the reader has an anxiety attack and Tommy is there for her. ( Fluff/Angst)

· The Wait · *Requested* In which Tommy deals with the reader’s mood swings during pregnancy. (Fluff)

·A Mundane Occurrence Heavy With Significance · *requested* In which Tommy spends the night at the reader’s place for the first time and his nightmares pay an unwanted visit. (Fluff)

· Pretty Empowering I Must Say · *Requested* In which John and Arthur tease Tommy for being soft in the reader’s presence. (Fluff).

· Dedicated To Touch · *Requested* In which the reader makes a touch starved Tommy feel loved. (Fluff)

· What No One Would Ever Know · *Requested* In which Tommy’s wife is badass and he is soft only for her. (Fluff).

· Besides Tea And Toast · * Requested* In which the reader is a war widow with a daughter and Tommy proposes to her. (Fluff)

· The Flames Singing · *Requested* In which Tommy is vulnerable and Y/n comforts him. (Fluff)

· Cold Tea And Romantic Gestures · In which Tommy makes the reader feel loved. (Fluff)

· Mementos Of The Sea · *Requested* In which the reader takes tommy away to the sea for their wedding anniversary. (Fluff)

· Lydia Pinkham’s Remedies · *Requested* In which Tommy comforts the reader while she suffers from period cramps. (Fluff)

· The Emerald’s Life Long Wait · *Requested* In which Tommy feels the reader deserves better than him. (Fluff/Angst).

· One Of These Days These Heels Are Gonna Stomp All Over You · *Requested* In which the reader is harassed by her boss and tells Tommy. (Angst)

· Winter Son · *Requested* In which Y/n and tommy rejoice over their baby son’s first Christmas. (Fluff).

· For Ages · In which Y/n falls for Tommy, her lifelong friend. (Angst/Fluff)

· What’s Going On? · *Requested* In which y/n isn't sure who her baby’s father is, Tommy or John. (Drama)

· I Was Listening · In which Tommy makes the reader feel less insecure. (Fluff)

· Dangerous, The Horse · In which Tommy doesn't want to open up to the reader. (Angst/Fluff)

· Broken Bones · *Requested* In which Tommy’s wife breaks her leg and he takes care of her. (Fluff)

· Light My Fire · *Requested* In which the reader, Charlie’s nanny, gets pregnant with Tommy’s baby. (Smut/Fluff/Angst)

· Unwanted Surprises · In which the reader wonders if she and tommy have fallen out of love (Angst).

· Can You Feel How Fast That’s Going?· *Requested* In which tommy needs to sort out his priorities and confesses his love to the reader. Based on the The Weekend’s song Where You belong. (Angst/Fluff/Smut)

· Just Till Noon · *Requested* In which the reader convinces Tommy to stay in bed a bit longer. (Fluff)

· Whisky Floors · *Requested* In which Tommy disappears for two days and comes home to his annoyed pregnant wife. (Angst/Fluff)

· Birthday Pearls · The reader wants Tommy to spend her birthday with her, but he’s busy. (Angst/Fluff).

· Maimed · *Requested* In which Tommy finds out the reader had to resort to prostitution when he was away at war and doesn’t react well to it. (Angst)

· A Conjured Up Death Wish · *Requested* In which the reader begins to worry about how much damage Grace’s Ghost can cause (Angst)

· Delightful Misty Dream · In which Tommy joins the reader in the bathtub after a rather stressful day. (Smut/Fluff)

· A Whimsical Tale · *Requested* In which Tommy gets jealous of Finn flirting with his maid because he likes her. (Smut/Fluff).

· Nice Things · In which Charlie snaps at the reader and Tommy feels guilty. (Angst)

· Ominous · *Requested* In which Y/n gets hurt stopping the Lees from raiding the betting shop and suffers from it. (Angst)

· Heedless Words That Numb The Heart · *Requested* In which Tommy snaps at the reader and then makes it up through small acts of love. (Angst/Fluff)

· A Concoction of Honey, Oatmeal and Herbs · In which Tommy agrees to do skincare with the reader. (Absolute Fluff)

· A Dress Made Out Of Daffodils · In which the reader isn't ready to sleep with Tommy and he is understanding and loving about it. (Fluff)

· They Were Closer Now, Fernando · In which Tommy comes home exhausted from a bussiness trip in London and snaps at the reader. (Angst/Fluff)

· Cloudberry Flavored Midnight Cravings · *Requested* In which the reader is craving some biscuits late at night and Tommy being the loving husband he is scours Birmingham to satisfy his wife’s craving. (Fluff)

· Soft Words Professed Amidst Uncertainty · *Requested* In which the reader is shocked by tommy’s newfound compliments towards her. (Smut/Fluff)

· Fake It Till You Make It · *Requested * In which Tommy pretends to be Y/n’s boyfriend in front of her brothers. (Fluff)

· Gardens That Like To Run with Blushing Flowers · *Requested* In which the reader leaves a flower on tommy’s desk every morning and one day he confronts her about it. (Fluff)

· Slumberless Hours On A Gloomy Saturday · In which Tommy tries to make Y/n feel better after Charlie tells him she has been feeling down. (Fluff/Angst)

· The Devil’s Hour · *Requested* In which Tommy comes home late at night to find the reader still awake waiting for him because she wants to cuddle. (Fluff)

· Bishops And Pawns On The Storm · *Requested* In which the reader teaches Tommy to play chess (Fluff)

·Idyllic Announcements In The Wake of Epsom · *Requested* In which the reader has something very important to tell Tommy after the races. (Angst/Fluff)

· I Don't Go In For Sweets · *Requested* In which Tommy reluctantly agrees to marry the reader and is awfully cold and distant towards her. (Angst/Fluff).

·July's Official Birthday Flower · In which the reader suffers from yet another miscarriage and Tommy is there for her, but there's always going to be a reminder of what they've lost. (Angst)

·Wailing Teapots · In which Tommy begins questioning Y/n's allegiances and goes and pays her a visit to confront her about it only to find out a dark truth. (Angst/Fluff)

CILLIAN MURPHY

· Slip Of The Tongue · In which after an embarrassing slip of the tongue while filming a scene with Cillian, the reader feels she ought to explain herself. (Fluff)

ALFIE SOLOMONS

· Home · *Requested* In which y/n Shelby falls for Alfie. (Fluff)

· Cointreau · *Requested* In which Alfie is intrigued by his next door neighbor. (Fluff)

· The Best Pies In England · *Requested* In which the reader finds out that Alfie isn't really a baker and gets sad that he cant bake. (Fluff) .

· Life In Margate · *Requested* In which the reader decides to move with Alfie to Margate when he tells her he has cancer. (Angst/Fluff).

MICHAEL GRAY

· A Lavender Bath · Chamomile Tea · *Requested* In which Michael receives a distressing phone call from the reader. (Angst)

· Like A Queen In Days Of Old · *Requested* In which Michael offers his coat to the reader who is a jazz dancer. (Fluff)

· What About France ? · *Requested* In which Michael tells the reader he must away to America (Smut/Angst)

ARTHUR SHELBY

· Sounds Like A Dream · *Requested* In which Y/n makes Arthur feel better after one of his breakdowns. (Angst/Fluff)

· A Lemon Tree Would Also Be Divine · *Requested* In which Arthur goes strawberry picking with the reader and then they bake a pie together. (Pure cottage core fuel/Fluff)

· Someone Able To Put Your Fires Out · *Requested* In which Arthur relaxes as the reader reads to him (Fluff)

JOHN SHELBY

· Passing Clouds ·*Requested* In which the reader suffers from depression and John comforts her. (Angst/Fluff)JOHN SHELBY

#Tommy Shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby masterlist #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders masterlist #thomas shelby #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader

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seijorhi · 4 years ago

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Home

A/N It’s finally finished!! This is super self indulgent and something I’ve been wanting to write for a long, long time. Anyway, hope you guys like it!

Oikawa Tooru x Female Reader

TW Dub-con, drug use, Stockholm syndrome, unhealthy relationships, nsfw, smut

You watch idly from the balcony of your penthouse suite as the storm rolls through.

It’s pouring torrentially, the night sky lit with flashes of crackling lightning and the thunder rumbling so loudly that you feel the reverberations in your chest. A summer storm to rival the best of them. Furious and violent. It’ll last twenty minutes maybe and then peter off into nothing but a drizzle.

You don’t get storms like this back home.

The thought leaves a bitter taste in your mouth.

Home.

The little villa in the valley. Beautiful and airy, set amongst the stunning backdrop of vineyards and mountains - a breathtaking, gilded cage built just for you. A gift, he’d said, carrying you across the threshold.

When had that become home?

Another fork of lightning cracks through the inky black sky, close enough that you feel the lingering charge of static electricity hanging in the air around you. The night is balmy - pleasant even, despite the storm - but a chill runs through you all the same, goosebumps dotting the bare skin of your arms. You haven’t changed out of the long, teal silk dress he’d chosen for you. The nude Louboutin heels were kicked off somewhere near the door, your pretty necklace and the pins from your hair tossed carelessly aside on the glass table. You’d meant to come back to the room and take a long, calming shower, but somehow you’d found yourself here instead - sitting on the balcony with your arms wrapped loosely around your knees, staring at the city below you.

Buenos Aires. The last time you were here was years ago, and only for a night. Back then it hadn’t been a fancy hotel suite you’d been staying at, but a run down little motel room in downtown. God, you’d been so scared, clinging to him all night, afraid to let him go for even a second.

Some things don’t change, you suppose.

You’d begged for this, but not because you had any real desire to come back to the city you have nothing bad memories of. Not because, as Oikawa had suggested, cooing at you between soft, indulgent kisses, you couldn’t bear to be apart from him, but because the thought of being trapped alone in that house for a week was more than you could take.

You thought you’d wanted this.

There were conditions of course. None that had to be spoken, but you understood them well enough. You thought you’d pay anything. Let Oikawa take what he liked, pretend that you wanted it too. Lavish him in love and affection until he was drowning in it. Let him drape himself over you, tug you from event to event never letting you out of his sight.

Anything to get out of that house.

The game had been overwhelming, to say the least. Sitting front row, watching him play, it brought back memories from high school. He was incredible, you’ve known that since the beginning, but to see how he’s grown… volleyball has always been the only thing he’s cared about. Well, volleyball and you.

You still remember that insecure boy you’d fallen in love with, so worried that no matter how hard he tried, he’d forever be in the shadows of geniuses.

How far you’ve both come.

When that final point was scored and the stadium erupted in a roaring cheers the tears that welled in your eyes hadn’t been of happiness, or nostalgia, but an ache so deep in your heart that it felt like somebody was slowly cleaving you in two. And his eyes had swept across the room to find yours, an elated grin on his face, and suddenly it’d felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Then came the after party. They’d won the national championship - celebrating the end of the season and their landslide victory, well that was a given. And you have beautiful clothes at home, expensive jewellery that would make a lot of women green with envy, but you so rarely get to go out anymore.

You knew that he wouldn’t let you stray from his side. That every word you spoke would be under careful scrutiny - not that you could speak much Spanish to begin with.

But you hadn’t cared.

It was the most freedom he’d given you in years.

Nerves had eaten away at your stomach as you stepped out in the flowing silk number he’d picked just for tonight, but neither that nor the positively wicked glint in Oikawa’s eyes as he gave you a leisurely once over had been enough to dampen the small, excited smile on your face.

The hotel ballroom was filled to the brim with athletes and socialites. The music was loud, hypnotic, the pulse of the beat echoing deep inside of your chest. Champagne was free flowing, and it wasn’t long before champagne turned into liquor shots and whiskey, but with Oikawa’s arm curled snugly around your lower back, you nursed your own drink slowly.

Getting drunk would’ve been… a bad idea.

He, on the other hand, had no issues knocking back drink after drink as he swept through the room, chatting with whomever seemed to catch his eye. You recognised his teammates of course, a few of their partners, but the rest were veritable strangers. So many people packed so close. After months of isolation, it was disorienting to say the least.

You’d simply stuck by Oikawa’s side, smiling and nodding politely while he’d spoken for the both of you. Yet you could feel the eyes that followed you from across the room. They weren’t malicious - well, you didn’t think they were (these people didn’t know you, so how could they possibly hate you?) - but curious. Ill intentioned or not, the stares hadn’t exactly put you at ease.

Of course Oikawa had noticed.

“Ignore them, cutie,” he’d whispered in your ear, noticing the tense set of your shoulders, the telling flush in your cheek. “Come dance with me.”

And you’d let him tug you into the heaving crowd, pulling you close and letting his hands settle on your hips as the two of you moved in time with the beat. Dancing was probably the wrong word for it, but Oikawa had hardly cared, his lips finding your neck, sucking bruising kisses into the tender skin while you tried to lose yourself to the music.

It was what you’d wanted. A night of freedom, of drinking and dancing and other people - a reprieve from the oppressive isolation of home.

Now that you had it at your fingertips… it felt wrong.

Stifling.

But you’d held it together just fine until Oikawa had winked and slipped from your side to visit the men’s room.

Without the safety of his presence to cling to, all of a sudden you’d floundered.

Like a tidal wave you couldn’t stop all of that panic and unease that had been eating away at you bit by bit over the past few days of this trip rose up and crashed over you, obliterating any semblance of control you had.

It was all too much.

The stares, the music, the drinking, the raucous chatter. The room was too hot and there were too many people, all of them strangers, and you’d felt so out of place, not just because you were foreign but because you didn’t belong here, and as tears had started welling up in your eyes and you’d squeezed them shut, all you could think about was that you so desperately wanted to be home.

Strong, familiar arms had enveloped you a split second later and you hated yourself for the sigh of relief you breathed as you’d all but collapsed against him.

You hadn’t fought it when he’d pulled back just far enough to kiss you. Not a chaste peck, but a searing, open mouthed affair that had you breathless, flushed and dizzy. You could taste the mint and tequila on his tongue, the familiar taste of him beneath that. You’d clung to it like a life raft, letting it centre you, calm your racing heart.

When he’d broken it, he’d stared at you for a long moment, his thumb easing over the apple of your cheek, taking with it the stray tear that had spilled. “It’s too much, isn’t it?” he’d surmised, and wordlessly, you’d nodded.

Oikawa had just sighed, letting you clutch at his jacket as he stroked your back soothingly. “Do you want to leave, baby? Go back upstairs to the room?”

And you might have believed the worry leaching into his tone if not for the sick satisfaction glinting in those deep brown eyes, hiding behind the concerned veneer he’d perfected so well. But like a cat toying with its prey, even he couldn’t hide the faint hint of a smirk that had curled across his lips as the hand on your lower back dipped, coming to rest on the curve of your ass.

All that relief you’d felt quickly turned cold and bitter in your stomach.

As if you’d been stung, you yanked yourself free from his grip. “Don’t touch me,” you’d hissed, glaring up at him before stalking for the wide double doors.

And he’d watched you go, amusement dancing across his pretty face.

Thunder rumbles, and you rub absentmindedly at your bare arms. You have no one and nothing but him, he’s done everything in his power to make damn sure of it. You can’t remember the last time you spoke to your parents, your old friends from high school have long since given up on trying to reach out to you.

He was gone for a few fucking minutes and you-

You fell apart.

Completely.

Utterly.

When you’d shut your eyes, it hadn’t been the villa in San Juan you’d thought of, or the old apartment you’d lived in with your family back in Miyagi - you’d thought of chestnut brown eyes and the warmth of his chest pressed up against your back in the early hours of the morning. You’d thought of lazy kisses, the soft, indulgent smile he’d grace you with when he came home every night.

You’d thought of him.

While you sit, curled up on the balcony like a frightened child, the storm around you continues to rage around you.

You should hate him.

You do hate him.

He’s a selfish, arrogant piece of shit who dragged you thousands of miles away from your home to a foreign country and locked you away from the world because he believed his love for you was more important than whatever fucking dreams you might have had.

And you’d been blind and stupid and young and you’d let him.

You’d let Oikawa take and take and take until he was the only thing you had left.

It’s your own fault as much as it is his, you suppose. If you hadn’t been so naive, so trusting of the boy you loved, maybe you might have noticed the monster hiding beneath Oikawa’s pretty smiles and prettier word sooner.

Not that it matters anymore. You are where you are - there’s no chain around your ankle, nothing stopping you from walking out that door and not looking back.

You could leave, if you really wanted to.

But where would you go?

Your passport is back home, hundreds of miles away, locked away in a safe protected by a combination you don’t know. And even if it wasn’t, you’d had to give up your citizenship when you’d both become naturalised here. You can’t just fly back to Japan and try to pick up where you left off all those years ago.

That life doesn’t exist anymore.

You have no money of your own. You could try and pawn your jewellery, the glittering diamond wedding bands and the necklace he’d gifted you earlier, but how far would that money take you? What are you supposed to do when it runs dry? Find a job? It should be easy when you have no skills, no experience and you can’t speak the language.

You don’t have friends or family here, nobody to shelter you while you figured everything out. It’s not safe for you to be out there on your own. You have no home but the one he’s given you.

You’re the wife of Oikawa Tooru, starting setter for the national volleyball team. You can’t just up and disappear into thin air here.

And you know deep in your heart that even if you try, he won’t ever let you. Oikawa would follow you to the ends of the earth if only to drag you back with him.

Amidst the pouring rain and the rumbling thunder, you don’t hear the door to your hotel room open, nor the sound of your husband shedding his jacket and tie, tossing them carelessly over the loveseat as he approaches.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight, baby?” he croons, coming up to lean over the back of your seat.

Swallowing tersely, you opt to ignore him.

He hums lightly, unperturbed by your silence and continues, “I certainly did, though I would have preferred it if my lovely wife hadn’t abandoned me halfway though.”

You’re intent on ignoring him and the pouting tone, but long, pale fingers coax your head back. Dark, glittering eyes meet yours, irises almost swallowed by dilated pupils. His nose twitches, a telling little sniffle as he grins widely down at you.

Your heart lurches, “Tooru, what-”

He’s quick to silence any protests with a kiss, his tongue greedily sliding between your parted lips.

You could fight it. You have before - kicking and screaming, lashing out with sharp nails and biting insults - except you both know how that ends. Tooru always gets what he wants in the end.

You’re tired.

So fucking tired.

His hand, warm and eager slides down the column of your throat, dipping under the low silk neckline of your dress to cup your breast as he circles around you.

He’s usually a talker whenever he’s trying to fuck you, but as your husband stares at you with those dilated eyes, breathing deeply, all he offers is a surprisingly husky, “Beautiful.”

Even after all that’s happened between you two, it never fails to make your cheeks warm.

He wastes no time in dropping to his knees and prying your legs apart so that he can settle between them. Your dress is in the way so he grabs at the hem and yanks, ignoring your indignant protests as the silk fabric gives all too easily.

“I’ll buy you another,” he mutters distractedly, and your black lace panties (another gift) follow suit.

You’re not given a moment's reprieve before your calves are thrown over his broad shoulders and Oikawa’s tongue is delving between your warm folds.

Lightning flashes overhead as your back arches up and your hands find purchase in his soft brunette locks. It’s not particularly refined, the way he eats you out, alternating between long, teasing strokes along your pussy and toying with your clit - sucking on it, letting the tip of his tongue flick across the sensitive bud until you’re squirming beneath him - before finally giving you what you want. When his tongue slips into the warm, slick walls of your cunt you can’t help the breathy moan that leaves your lips.

And when he starts to fuck you with it, your hands tighten in his hair and you jerk him closer, hips bucking up to meet his fervent touch. But it’s the sight of those hungry eyes, staring intently up at you from between your thighs as you moan and writhe that pushes you over the edge entirely, cumming with a cry that’s swallowed by the storm still raging around you.

He doesn’t let up for a moment, his grip on your thighs tightening (there’ll definitely be bruises tomorrow) and lapping at your juices while you ride out your orgasm on his face.

But you’re not so naive to think that it’s over as he pulls away, wiping off the spit and slick shining on his jaw with the back of his hand. Neither of you say anything as he gently pulls you to your feet, discarding the ruined remains of your dress without a care.

He fucks you on the balcony, your back pushed up against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist. You tune out the breathless, adoring whispers and moans at your ear, losing yourself entirely to the sensation of his cock stretching you out so deliciously, the way each stabbing thrust hit that perfect spot deep inside of you.

It’s easy to pretend that it’s only physical when he’s like this.

With your head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and your bottom lip caught between your teeth you cum for the second time around his cock. He follows a split second later, choking out your name like a prayer.

“I love you,” he gasps, stealing your lips once more.

It’s hours later, after the storm has passed and you’re lying exhausted and entwined in bed, your head resting against his bare chest that you begin to wonder when exactly Oikawa had become home for you.

#yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere oikawa tooru x reader #yandere oikawa tooru #yandere hq #yandere haikyuu imagines #female reader #my writing #yandere fic #timeskip oikawa #tw dub con #tw drug use #stockholm syndrome

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lady-ragnvindr · 4 years ago

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Wicked Game

Scaramouche x Fem!reader

Warning: Angst, Diluc being a caring friend maybe some heart break 😐

(Part 1)

(artist: @ssssS2222_ on Twitter)

"So, let me get this straight, you like a guy who you are having a hook up with?" Drinking the last bit of dandelion wine, you nodded. Diluc let out a hum as he observed you, grabbing the towel and swiping the bar, listening to your story.

"And you think he doesn't like you?" Lazily looking up, you nodded. Letting a sigh out, Diluc placed the towel down and walked around the bar, sitting besides you, putting away the bottle of wine and replacing it with a cup of water.

"Drink, that headache of yours won't help at all in this situation"

Grabbing the water, you slowly gulped it down and with that you put the glass down. "Lulu, how do you push away these feelings?" You looked up at Diluc who was silently watching you. "Well, I'm not an expert when it comes to this type of feelings since I have never experienced it but I will say that maybe talk it out with him," putting an arm around your shoulders, he put his head above yours and softly said, "and whatever happens I'm always here for you" Looking away, the realization hitting you and for the first time, you felt your eyes sting, small tears started to fall.

It was bound to happen

Hugging in the comfort that Diluc gave, you knew the truth.

This was a game, a game of loss

It was bound to happen that one of them were to lose.

A knock ranged out the house, picking your cigarette and throwing it on the trash bin, you walked to the door. Standing infront of it feeling the weight on your shoulders, you raised your hand.

Don't.....

The sound of thunder was heard, rain droplets hitting the roof of your house.

Are you sure?

Your hand lingered on the door knob, a storm forming inside of you. You knew who it was, knew what was going to happen once you opened the door.

You knew the last piece of your heart was going to fall.

How long are you willing to play?

Opening the door, your eyes widened, in the rain stood the man who your heart feared, his eyes looking at you not with the same coldness he used to look, no, his eyes held....

Sadness?

Moving aside, you let him in, his footsteps being a remainder, that these was the last time. A silence settled, their was no insults, no words filled with venom, their was just silence.

And for that one time, you cursed it. For the many days you wished their was silence with him, wanting to be at peace and now, now here it was, mocking you.

"Tell me (Y/N)" Scara's voice broke the silence, their was no venom in his words neither hatred.

No, their was sorrow.

"How long do we keep this up? What am I to you? Do you even care?! Is this just some rando-" His voice rising with every question and you only looked at him. A cold gaze stopped him from asking. Your eyes didn't had the same fire they used to have, your eyes didn't had the same warmed that he looked for, no, the same cold eyes that he once looked at you, were the ones glaring at him.

Am I enough?

"Have you forgotten? You wanted this, you were the one coming to me!," You stepped forward, glaring down at him as you felt your chest hurt, "how dare you, if I care, if i fucking care? I do care and you know what's the worst part," Looking him straight in the eyes, your facade almost falling as his eyes showed you his emotions, tears were forming, his eyes betraying him.

Broken pieces falling

"I-I fell in love with you" your voice didn't held nothing other then sadness, looking away, you stepped away from him. A shadow overtaking you as you slowly sat on the chair a hand covering your face as you felt your heart hurt more. Unlike you, Scara's tears started to fall, his strong hold on his emotions broke at your words, daggers stabbing his already broken heart.

He looked at your shaking form, his feet guiding him, each step heavier then before and as he stood infront of you, he knelt down. Grabbing your hand from your face, he gently caressed your cheek. You looked at his eyes, and as he looked at you a soft smile graced his lips. And with the softest voice he said, "I fell in love with you too," afraid to break you, he leaned in, tears falling but yet he held the smile, a genuine smile.

It hurts

"And I'm sorry, I-I was afraid, I know I treated you unfairly, and....and everytime I came here I wanted to apologize, I wanted to hold you, I wanted to stay in your arms, I wanted......to feel love again" Your eyes widened and your heart broke, tears falling, you reached out to him, your hands cupping his face, holding him you kissed his lips.

There was no lust, no hatred neither love. This was the last time and you both knew it.

Pulling away from him, you caressed his cheeks as he leaned in.

"I'm sorry that I can't take care of you like you wished too, maybe not now, maybe in the future we could....be together" Pulling you into a hug, you finally let the tears fall. Scaramouche ran his fingers through your hair, sitting besides you and holding you close.

"I'm sorry love, I'm so sorry"

I don't want to fall in love

Your tears fell on his clothes, your heart mourned, his hands caressing you, holding you as his eyes looked away, not wanting to feel the hurtful pain.

What a wicked thing to do

His heart building the walls he once had.

Time flew, minutes passes and as you fell asleep he carefully moved you, and stood up.

The storm raging outside was finally calmed. The morning sunlight showed through the room, calmness surrounded you. But for him, it meant something else.

Grabbing a blanket, he covered you with it, putting a pillow under you head and as he caressed your soft skin he leaned down, kissing your forehead.

To make me feel this way

He walked away. And as looked one last time at your sleeping form, the walls around his heart were done.

Forgive me

I definitely wasnt listening to sad music.....

I was planning a happy ending, but......oh well

Anyways, imma go and cry

Sorry 😔

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader

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melanielocke · 3 years ago

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Lost in the Shadows - Chapter 18

AO3

Taglist: @nott-the-best @foxglove-airmid @alastair-esfandiyar-carstairs1 @justanormaldemon @styxdrawings @ipromiseiwillwrite @a-dream-dirty-and-bruised

Previous Chapter: Chapter 17

Next Chapter: Chapter 19

Thomas had always enjoyed swimming. He used to be a competitive swimmer in school, and still considered going back to it at university. He was fast and he guessed he’d need to slow down for Alastair, who was not a frequent swimmer at all. While Alastair was fast and nimble on the land, his swimming skills appeared only enough to not drown. Which arguably was the most important when it came to swimming, but Thomas had to be careful, he didn’t want to exhaust Alastair or leave him behind.

‘I don’t usually like swimming all that much,’ Alastair admitted.

‘Really? Then why did you come?’ Thomas asked.

A wicked gleam appeared in Alastair’s dark eyes and he smiled. ‘For the scenery, of course.’

Thomas guessed it was the first time they’d seen each other wearing only swim shorts, although he had seen some of Alastair’s chest after Tessa had bandaged his shoulder. The wound looked closed now, but Thomas knew it was still sensitive.

While Alastair was skinny, he was also lightly toned. Not muscular like Thomas was, but elegant and graceful. He was beautiful. He remembered Alastair telling him he’d gained weight lately because of his new medication, but if this was his body after gaining weight, just how skinny had he been before?

And although Alastair tried to act casual, Thomas caught him staring at him too. Truth to be told, he was a little insecure about his body, and what Alastair would think of it. Thomas knew he was muscular, since he worked out so much, which he knew was considered desirable, but he often felt he was a bit too tall. Not to mention he hated the stretch marks that had appeared on his back, and worried what Alastair would think of those. His mother had freaked out the first time she’d seen them until she’d realized they were stretch marks. They were a faded pink now, although they used to be a bright red like wounds. Hopefully in time they’d fade to white. Of course, after three pregnancies, his mother had them too but everyone seemed to associate stretch marks with pregnancy when it was also completely normal to get them after gaining weight or growing very fast. Thomas sometimes wished he’d known that sooner.

‘My parents would often take me and my sisters swimming when I recovered from one of my fevers,’ Thomas said.

‘In the winter as well?’ Alastair asked. ‘Isn’t that cold?’

‘At the indoor pool,’ Thomas clarified. ‘I always had lots of fun there. There were water slides, a wave simulator bath, tropical plants to create a nice atmosphere. There was this one water slide that was in the dark and Barbara was scared of it so she always claimed I was too small for the water slide and wasn’t allowed to take it either.

Often when I was sick, it was something I looked forward to because I knew I could go to the pool when I got better. When I was older and no longer sick, I started swimming competitively. Didn’t you go swimming as a child?’

‘Not often,’ Alastair said. ‘Cordelia would go with Lucie and her parents sometimes.’

‘I remember getting these invites to classmates’ birthday parties. It’s a surprise what we’re doing, but bring your swimsuit,’ Thomas said. ‘Of course, I could only go when I was well enough, but it was a very common activity at my school.’

‘I was that child who never got invited. Which was fine, I didn’t really like being around other children anyway. My mother couldn’t swim, and my father didn’t really go have fun with us. I did take swimming lessons, passed my exams, but beyond that I didn’t really go swimming. My mother started taking classes not so long ago, though, so she’s learnt the basics. She found a class for adult women and even made some friends there.’

‘Maybe you should give it a chance,’ Thomas said. ‘Unfortunately, the pool I went to as a child closed. They built a mall there, I think. but I’m sure there are other pools I could take you someday.’

‘It’s not so bad,’ Alastair admitted. ‘Maybe if we survive this summer, I’ll take you up on that offer.’

Thomas felt himself become a little warm inside, despite the cold water. Here, spending time together in the lake and in the woods was nice, but Thomas wanted to show Alastair all his favorite places, go to the museum together, go swimming like he used to do. He wanted to introduce Alastair to his sisters, who would undoubtedly like him very much. He hoped they wouldn’t be too protective of him though, Thomas did not think Alastair would react well if Genie started threatening him. He made a mental note to send a warning to his sisters that there would be no threatening Alastair.

‘Do you play any sports?’ Thomas asked.

‘Currently not much beyond generally trying to stay active and taking very long walks,’ Alastair admitted. ‘Cordelia and I used to take dance classes together for several years, Father thought it important we learnt how to dance ballroom. The memory is a bit tainted because it was something he demanded of us, but truth to be told I did like dancing and I was quite good at it. We both were.’

‘Oh, that sounds nice,’ Thomas said. ‘I’ve always thought it would be nice to learn partner dancing, but I never got around to it. Besides, I’m a bit clumsy on my feet so I’d be stepping on my partner’s toes all the time.’

‘That doesn’t happen as often as people think,’ Alastair said. ‘I think there’s a dancing association at the university, so if you want to learn that might be a nice and affordable place to take classes. But you could also join a swimming team there if you’d prefer. Or both, but you’ll need to find time to study too.’

‘Is that something you struggled with?’ Thomas asked.

‘Not really. I had no social life beyond my ex boyfriend and I don’t need much time to study. Magic memory and all. But there were definitely a few students who were partying too much to keep up.’

‘I’m not really one for partying, so that won’t be a problem,’ Thomas admitted. ‘I didn’t realize there were so many options, all I heard about student life was either lots of partying or study until you drop.’

‘Oh no there are definitely options,’ Alastair said. ‘I’m just too antisocial for most of them. I don’t like being around people anyway. One on one is fine, but I’ve never liked groups. And I absolutely despite it when people are loud. What else do you like to do beside swimming?’

Thomas could recognize what Alastair described. He had always been shy as a child, and had never really grown over that. He liked being around people, but mostly in small groups.

‘I like music,’ Thomas said. ‘I play guitar, but I really like writing my own songs.’

He’d never told anyone that. He wasn’t sure why exactly. He’d started playing the guitar after growing over his sickness. He’d tried the saxophone before that when he was younger, but his frequent fevers made it difficult to keep up. To learn an instrument you had to practice daily, and that hadn’t worked out.

He’d started playing guitar at fourteen and he’d written lots of songs, most of which he’d discarded. He never believed they were any good, and he wasn’t very good at singing. He’d practiced, of course, and he knew how to pitch his voice, but he just didn’t sound that good or interesting. He could be a decent back up vocalist, he guessed, but then he’d need to find someone to actually sing his songs.

‘Really?’ Alastair asked. ‘What kind of songs?’

‘Oh, all sorts. Ballads, sad songs mostly, I guess. Love songs too. I’ve never told anyone before. They’re not good or anything.’

He remembered he’d written a very sappy, hopeless pining song not long after meeting Alastair. He was glad there was no remaining evidence of that ever happening, it was exactly the kind of thing Eugenia would use as blackmail. Which he guessed was why he’d never told Eugenia about his songs.

They reached the island in the middle of the lake, and sat down in the shallow water, a comfortable place to rest for a bit and talk. He could tell Alastair was getting tired, swimming was very different from walking or running and Alastair wasn’t used to it. Perhaps it was hard on his shoulder too.

‘You told no one? Really? Why?’ Alastair asked.

‘As I said, they’re not any good,’ Thomas admitted. ‘And I can’t sing well.’

‘Maybe I could sing them for you,’ Alastair said. ‘Although it’s been a while since I’ve really sung.’

‘You sing?’ Thomas asked. He wondered what Alastair’s voice would sound like when he sung.

‘I used to,’ Alastair said. ‘I played the piano too, growing up, but I haven’t played in years.’

‘Why did you stop?’ Thomas asked.

Alastair sighed. ‘I couldn’t find joy in playing music anymore. In anything really. Although I did listen to music a lot, and I do sing along occasionally. But apart from that… I just couldn’t bring myself to play anymore, it hurt too much. I wanted to get back to it, but so far I haven’t found that joy.’

That sounded sad. Would Thomas’ songs be able to cheer him up? Probably not, they were terrible. He would need some good music to play or sing to get back into it, not his hopeless attempts at song writing.

‘I hope you can,’ Thomas said. ‘I can’t imagine what it’s like to not be able to enjoy the things you used to.’

‘Well, sometimes interests change,’ Alastair said. ‘I’ve had a lot of odd interests that changed. But in this case… I want to be able to feel the joy I once felt. I want to play, and sing your songs and feel like myself again.’

Thomas wasn’t sure how comfortable he was with sharing any of his work, but if it would help Alastair then he would let him sing all of his songs.

‘Could you sing something? Now, I mean. If you want to, you don’t have to. I’m just really curious what you sound like.’

Thomas started rambling again, and Alastair silenced him by beginning to sing. The song would definitely sound better with accompanied by a guitar, but even on its own Alastair’s voice was beautiful. It was a bit lower than his speaking voice, but he seemed to have quite a range. Gentle, but firm and when he got farther into the song Thomas realized there was a lot of power behind Alastair’s voice. It was a romantic song he was singing, did this describe how Alastair felt about him? He didn’t catch everything, but some of the lyrics stuck with him.

Never opened myself this way.

Life is ours, we live it our way.

All these words I don’t just say

And nothing else matters

‘Trust I seek, and I find in you,’ Thomas repeated. ‘That sounds beautiful.’

Alastair smiled. ‘I do find trust in you. Even if it is something I still find difficult. I’m trying.’

‘What song is that?’ Thomas asked.

Alastair stared at him in shock. ‘You mean to tell me you don’t know this song? You can’t be serious.’

‘It sounds vaguely familiar, but I can’t name it,’ Thomas said. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘It’s Nothing else Matters by Metallica,’ Alastair said.

‘That does sounds familiar,’ Thomas admitted. ‘I’ve never listened much to Metallica.’

‘You should, their music is very good, and it’s very melodic for a metal band. That’s what I like the most, when music is both heavy and melodic.’

‘What other music do you like?’ Thomas asked.

‘Breaking Benjamin must be one of my favorite bands. You probably haven’t heard of them, they’re not very famous. They’re probably best described as alternative metal. Very angst heavy lyrics, things I can relate to. And I like Metallica, Skillet, Three Days Grace. Within Temptation and Nightwish occasionally. What do you listen to?’

‘I like Green Day,’ Thomas said. ‘And As It Is, which you might not know because they’re not very well known, but they’re a pop punk band.’

‘I don’t know As it Is. I do know Green Day though. I’ve always liked Boulevard of Broken Dreams.’

‘Me too,’ Thomas said. ‘But 21 guns is my favorite from Green Day.’

They talked some more about music, and Thomas made a note to listen to some of Alastair’s favorite songs when they got back. He hadn’t had the time or inspiration to write songs lately, with everything happening, but he wanted to write something for Alastair. If he ever found the time in between trying not to die.

Truth to be told, Thomas found it difficult to have people worry about him so much, risk themselves for his sake. He didn’t want to die and was grateful he had people who were willing to help him, but he hated how all this was because of him. He hated being taken care of, being someone’s burden. It was something Thomas had always struggled with. When his mother had quit her job because Thomas was sick so often it wasn’t doable for both his parents to work. Since his mother was a primary school teacher, it had made sense for her to quit working as his father made more money and worked more hours. When his sisters would come straight home after school to keep him company rather than spend time with their own friends. When his father would come home early as often as he could, passing on opportunities at work.

It wasn’t just that the amount of attention could be suffocating, it was because he didn’t want to be difficult, he didn’t want other people to change their life, their habits for him. But as a sick child, he’d had no choice but to let people take care of him. Everyone had had to adapt to his sickness and even in a loving family such as his own, it wasn’t easy to have a child who was ill so often. Sometimes Thomas feared he’d taken up too much attention and had taken that away from Barbara and Eugenia.

‘You’re thinking of something,’ Alastair said. ‘Something that is bothering you.’

‘It’s nothing,’ Thomas said.

It wouldn’t be fair to complain about his childhood to Alastair. Compared to what he had been through, Thomas had wanted for nothing.

‘It’s not nothing,’ Alastair said. ‘I can tell when you tense up, when you’re thinking of something hurtful. Is it something I did?’

‘No. You didn’t do anything wrong.’ Thomas brushed his hand across Alastair’s cheek. ‘You’re perfect.’

‘Then what is it?’ Alastair looked away. ‘Look, I know how difficult it is to talk about how you feel, how vulnerable it makes you feel. But I can tell when things are bothering you, I know when people are upset. If you don’t want to share, at least tell me you’d rather not talk about it. Because people always like to pretend they’re fine but they’re not and…’

Alastair didn’t finish his sentence, he seemed upset too now. Thomas felt horrible. He didn’t want Alastair to worry, he didn’t want to hurt him. It made sense Alastair could read people well. Thomas had always been good at reading people’s body language, but Alastair had had to deal with his father’s changing moods, anticipating them had to be how he’d survived. Of course people’s bad moods were stressful for him, because Alastair had learnt he’d get hurt when other people were stressed.

Perhaps it was better to tell, that might set Alastair’s mind at ease. Even if it was difficult, even if he did not quite understand why he felt this way.

‘I was thinking about how you’re all risking your life for me, and I find that difficult. I’ve never wanted to trouble others, I’ve never wanted to be a burden. But I also know I cannot do this without help. I’d never forgive myself if something happened to you or to Cordelia or Lucie because of me.’

Alastair put his hand on Thomas’ cheek, wet from the lake water.

‘I understand. But none of this is your fault, Tom, and you’re not a burden.’

‘I’ve always felt like a burden,’ Thomas said softly. ‘I always needed to be taken care of because I was sick.’

‘Is it a burden when the people caring for you love you and gladly care for you?’ Alastair asked.

‘I don’t know,’ Thomas said. ‘With James and Matthew, I was so glad to find friends, people my own age. But James’ mother and Matthew’s mother are my mother’s best friends, so we already knew each other from a young age. We were very close when I was still a child and they would come by to keep me company when I was sick. I am grateful, but they learnt I needed to be protected and when I grew over my sickness, Matthew still believed I was meek and dependent and needed to be rescued from you. James wasn’t as bad, he never noticed I liked you because he was always reading. I think the reason we drifted apart a bit is because of that. I never dared tell them how I felt about you, and I don’t think they would have reacted well. And again, I feared my feelings would make me a burden. That was less of an issue with Lucie, so I think that’s why I’m now closer to her. It was never a problem to tell her I liked you, and that’s why she was the first person I told.’

‘I didn’t realize you’d drifted apart from them. At school, it was always the three of you,’ Alastair said.

‘True, and I still care about them, I really do. But I think they’re closer to each other than to me, and that made me feel out of place at times. I still see them and spend time with them, and we text often, but not as much as we used to. But that’s fine, I think it was for the best. I still have plenty of people around me, enough friends, and we probably work better with a little more distance anyway.’

‘I didn’t realize, that’s all,’ Alastair said. ‘Sometimes change is for the best. How are James and Matthew anyway?’

‘I haven’t contacted them a lot with everything happening, and the last few days I haven’t been able to reach them. But I’m not yet sure what to say when I do call them. Do I tell them about us? Or about what’s going on? Do I tell my sisters? I do not want anyone else to come here and put themselves in danger.’

‘I have not yet decided what I will tell my mother either,’ Alastair said. ‘I did tell her I liked you, before I realized you liked me as well. But the past few days I haven’t been able to reach her, or Risa. Wait a moment, you said you couldn’t reach James and Matthew.’

‘Nor my sisters,’ Thomas said. ‘And my father said he was unable to reach uncle Gabriel. I don’t think uncle Will has had any success calling uncle Jem or your father either. Which is odd. You’d think out of all these people, at least someone would pick up a phone.’

‘Or perhaps that is part of what Tatiana is doing,’ Alastair said. ‘Isolating us so we cannot call anyone for help.’

Thomas tried to think that through. If he were in Tatiana’s shoes, he definitely wouldn’t want them to be able to contact uncle Gabriel and aunt Cecily. Nor uncle Jem, he guessed. Matthew and James were no threat to her, nor were his sisters, so he wasn’t sure why they were unable to contact them. Nor did he suspect Alastair’s mother was a threat. Perhaps it was simply easier to cut them off from everyone.

‘That makes sense,’ Thomas said. ‘But if we can’t call them, how far away from the town and the forest would we have to be if we were to reach people again?’ Thomas wasn’t so sure it would be that simple though.

‘I’m not sure,’ Alastair said. ‘Perhaps it’s like the land in between, except bigger. Perhaps something Tatiana did will not only cut off our ability to contact people who aren’t here, but will also prevent us from leaving.’ He paused. ‘I assumed there would be no point in leaving, because whatever is happening to you would simply follow you wherever you go. But perhaps Tatiana does need you here.’

Thomas wasn’t sure how to feel about that. He hadn’t considered running, didn’t think there would be a point to it. How could you run from a powerful being? But perhaps Alastair had a point and he was running from Tatiana. Perhaps that powerful being would simply take Jesse back if Tatiana failed, and that would be it. The thought brought no comfort. He would never want Jesse to suffer. None of this was his fault either.

‘It makes me wonder why that being picked Jesse over me,’ Thomas said. ‘It must have liked Tatiana a lot better than my parents, and I think when Jesse died Tatiana already knew what was happening. I think she assumed I would be the one to die, and when Jesse died and I didn’t, she got mad with my father.

But wouldn’t it have made more sense to take me instead of Jesse? Since Tatiana knew more about the deal, knew about the creature, knew how to barter with it?’

Alastair grimaced. ‘No. I think that is exactly why it chose Jesse. I don’t think the thief of souls intended to keep Jesse forever. If it had taken you, your parents would have been heart broken, they would grieve you, they would have sustained a wound that would never heal. But they would not have tried to get you back, not at the cost of someone else’s life.

Tatiana, on the other hand, would do anything for her son, and seems to hate everyone else. It doesn’t matter to her that lots of people will die, souls forfeit, as long as she can have her son back. She knew what was going on, what would happen to her son. Perhaps she tried to appease it, to make sure you would be chosen and not Jesse. But that’s exactly why it chose Jesse. Because with Jesse dead, Tatiana would do anything to bring him back, and she would exchange your life for Jesse. And the thief of souls could have asked her for anything it wanted, anything else she would realistically be able to give her.’

Thomas stared at Alastair. Everything he said made perfect sense. He had been looking at this from the wrong angle, from his own perspective of someone who made decisions based on emotion, based on his love for the people around him. But the thief of souls wasn’t like that, he didn’t care for Tatiana just because she liked him better than his father did. He saw her as a tool he could use. He played a strategic game and souls were the prize.

‘Why now, though?’ Thomas asked. ‘Jesse has been dead for years. If Tatiana already knew what was happening, wouldn’t she have gotten him back sooner?’

‘I think the thief of souls must have demanded much from her,’ Alastair said. ‘He could ask for anything. Do any of you know what she’s been up to the past years?’

‘She moved away from London, left her house in a state of disrepair,’ Thomas said. ‘My grandfather was incredibly rich and Tatiana inherited lots of money, so she could afford to just move around and leave her father’s house.’

Thomas knew his father and uncle Gabriel had often wondered what to do with the money inherited from their father, money he’d earned through dark deals and exploitation. Money none of them deserved. But for uncle Gabriel and aunt Cecily the money had allowed them to hunt the supernatural, stop people like Benedict, since such line of work wasn’t exactly paid. His father had donated some of the money, but for them it had been convenient too since his illness meant he always needed someone around to take care of him.

‘Meaning, you don’t know where she’s been?’ Alastair asked. ‘I can’t imagine having so much money that you can just leave an entire house for several years without selling it. Honestly that should be illegal, considering how difficult it is for some people to even find a place to live.’

‘It was her father’s manor, had been in the family for a long time,’ Thomas said. ‘I don’t think she could have even considered selling it, it was very important to Benedict. But no, we don’t know where she’s been. My father and uncle Gabriel did try to reach out to her occasionally. At the very least they called her on her birthday, but she never picked up.’

‘So these past years, maybe she had to complete other tasks first, offer him other souls, anything he could have wanted. And at some point she must have captured Grace, which I imagine made completing his requests a lot easier.’

‘How long do you think Grace has been her prisoner?’ Thomas wondered. ‘I assumed it was a recent thing, what if she’s been with Tatiana for years?’

‘No idea,’ Alastair said. ‘Perhaps capturing Grace is what finally allowed her to win enough favor to get back Jesse’s soul. Whatever he wanted from her, it must have been easier with a siren under her control. But I think there’s still more she must do to bring him back to life. Perhaps that child that drowned was part of it too.’

‘And when Jesse lives, I die,’ Thomas concluded.

Thomas had no idea how to fix this. How to survive without sacrificing Jesse. He knew Lucie and Cordelia wanted to kill the thief of souls, but they didn’t even know what it was. Their attention had to be on Grace right now, if anyone knew more of Tatiana’s plans it had to be her.

‘We’ll get Grace’ skin,’ Alastair promised. ‘Tomorrow. And when she is free, she can tell us all she knows of Tatiana. There must be so much Grace knows.’

‘Will you be alright?’ Thomas said. ‘After this morning… will you feel up to it? I can’t imagine how exhausting that must have been. It’s fine if you need more rest.’

‘I hope so, but if not I can function pretty well while tired. At some point you get used to it. I have good days and bad days. Today was not so good, you’re right that I’m still very tired from this morning. Such breakdowns are always exhausting, that is not something I’ve gotten used to. I would go to sleep early, maybe take some melatonin, but I’ll only have nightmares. And we don’t have the kind of time to wait for me to recover from this morning, I’ll have to do with how I function tomorrow morning.’

Thomas considered for a moment, turning a little red before looking Alastair in the eyes. Thomas had always found Alastair’s eyes beautiful, big and so dark it was difficult to tell apart the iris and the pupil. He’d never quite understood the way people obsessed over blue or green eyes, described as sapphires and emeralds in many of Lucie’s books. Green and blue eyes didn’t even look like that. Light eyes might be less common than brown eyes, but Thomas had always found dark brown eyes combined with dark hair like Alastair’s far more striking.

‘Maybe I could sleep over,’ Thomas suggested. ‘I mean, do you think that would help?’

‘I don’t know if it would help with my nightmares, but I would certainly like it if you stayed with me,’ Alastair said. ‘I like to cuddle. It is very nice when you hold me, sensory wise. So, where are we sleeping? I think my bed is bigger, we could easily both fit in there.’

Thomas wondered what Alastair meant with that it was nice, sensory wise. It sounded like something Lucie, who was autistic, might say, but Alastair had not mentioned such a thing, had he?

‘Alright, then I’ll sleep over at your place,’ Thomas said. ‘And I’ll cuddle with you as much as you want. And when you have a nightmare, I’ll be there to remind you that you’re safe.’

#Thomas Lightwood #Alastair Carstairs #Lucie Herondale #Cordelia Carstairs #Thomastair #Lucelia #fanfiction #the last hours #tlh

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pettyprocrastination · 4 years ago

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Pierced Nipples HC

Just some fun ol’ headcanons about pedro characters reacting to you having peirced nips!! Big thank you to @captainsamwlsn for betareading my FILTH lmao ily bby!!!

Warnings: smut, foul language, blindfold sex, ya’ll know what you're getting into were talking about pierced nipples not going to church lmao.

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Oberyn+Ellaria

Ellaria is letting her hands roam your body while Oberyn watches from the other side of the room, smiling like the two of you just gifted him the sun. Her lips are attached to your neck, leaving dark marks in her wake that you’ll cherish for as long as they grace your skin. Her hand slips under your gown, nimble fingers trail over the swell of your breast and freeze when they feel the cool metal in your skin. Her cool composure falters for a moment, soft brown eyes widen before they crinkle as she smiles. “I knew you were special.” She hums, Oberyn notices the change in his lover’s mood, more excited than before, more enamored with you, if that were even possible. “Come look lover-” Her hands loosen the lace back of your gown, letting the fabric fall off your figure and pool at your feet, leaving you bare before her and the Red Viper.

You try to shy away but she grabs your chin, keeping you focused on Oberyn whose eyes are glazed over and mind no doubt addled with lust. To see the prince of dorne, the red fucking viper so entranced, so in awe by you? That gave you a rush of adrenaline, a surge of power that you’d never felt before and never wanted to leave.

Her hand is tugging and playing with the silver bar in your left nipple as she hums and kisses the side of your face. Oberyn stalks towards you, slowly, but each step is taken with such authority you feel your knees grow weaker as he gets closer.

“Magnificent.” Ellaria coos as you gasp and arch your back when she toys with the metal. “Isn’t she?”

Oberyn’s gaze trails down to your chest, looking at the metal pieces with an adoration that tied your stomach in a knot. A bronze hand trailed around the silver bar while his eyes focused on your reaction, taking in the way you whimpered and bit back moans as they played with you.

“Truly one of a kind.” He breathed out. His gaze shot up to his lover, both of them sharing a conspiring smile. “But she would look so much better in gold, don’t you think my love?”

Din

When Din finds out, you're laying in your bed with a smooth silken fabric tied around your eyes. He’s mouthing at your neck, moaning against your skin as his hands map out every spot of your body and every reaction it pulls from you. He’s getting drunk off it, the way you whimper and writhe under his hands.

You knew he was probably starved of it all. Touch, taste, sex. Living in a beskar cage his entire life. The rough pads of his fingers slip under your shirt, trailing over your stomach before pushing the fabric up and over your chest, his fingers freeze at your chest binding, brown eyes flicking up to your hidden ones under the purple sash tied tight around your head.

You nod, his fingers tremble as he undoes the fabric and pulls it away from your body.

You hear a sharp breathe and grin.

Maker, you wish you could see his face right now.

“You know-” You’ve got that big shit eating grin on your face and it makes Din’s heart beat even faster. “You can touch me, tincan. I promise.”

You arch your back, presenting your chest to him even more and he feels like he may faint.

“C’mon metalhead-” You tease. “-don’t leave a girl hangin’.”

In Din’s mind, the world has shrunk down to just the two of you, His hands frozen at his side suddenly snapped back into motion at your soft coo.

His hands, scarred and rough, gently play with your pierced chest, his heart threatening to hammer right out of his chest when you moan and arch your back.

“Fuck-” You gasp when he leans down and takes a nipple between his teeth, the other currently being rolled and tugged on by a hand shaking so bad you can feel it. “-that’s it Din.”

He moaned against your skin at the praise, letting his tongue savor the feeling of your soft skin and the cool metal.

You were going to be his undoing.

Tovar

With Tovar, you both had fucked a few times before he ever found out. You belonged to the same group of mercenaries as him and William. Being the only woman meant you kept your guard up constantly, when Tovar began to find his way into your bedroll (after you propositioned him of course, he may be blunt but he isn’t a beast) it was quick, rough, efficient, neither one of you would even undress completely. Not that he didn’t know his way with a woman, oh no. You found your ecstasy each and every time you laid with him. Tovar would love nothing more than to unwrap you like the gift he believes you to be and spend hours unraveling you under the stars, but things didn’t work out that way. They were always on the move, mindful of wanderers waiting to pluck off travelers and rob them blind before sticking a knife in their gut. To dawdle with a lover meant being distracted, which couldn’t end well for either parties involved.

Of course that wasn’t always the case, but you were as guarded and stoic as your lover, something William would tease his friend about endlessly.

It wasn’t until the cruel chill of winter settled into your bones as frost coated the grounds you slept on at night that Tovar found his rough hands burrowing under your clothes.

You had an iron grip on his wrist as you led one of his expert hands down your trousers, whimpering against his throat.

“It’s too fucking cold.” Tovar grunted in agreement, fingers slipping between your legs to rub your clit.

“Let me warm you then-” In all the times you’ve laid with the Spaniard, this was the first time you felt the rough skin of his palm slide up your shirt and cup your chest. His hand froze against your skin before he growled, rucking up the fabric of your shirt over your chest. His eyes widened, taking in the piercings that glinted under the moonlight and leaned down, kissing you hard with a moan.

“Do you mean to kill me woman?” You laugh at his words but it melts into a moan as his fingers curl inside of you while the other hand tugs and twists a nipple between his fingers. “Surely you want me dead.”

“I would never-” You smiled as he kissed down your chest, tongue lathering and worshiping every spot it touched. “-If you died, who would keep me warm?”

You didn’t think about how low you were when you cried out as he swirled his tongue around a pierced nipple before biting down. Pain shifting into hot pleasure as his hands and mouth worked simultaneously to bring you closer to the edge.

He pulled away with a pop, breathing heavy and eyes wild as he stared down at you. “Nobody.” He answered, fingers curling and pushing you under hot waves of pleasure that kept rolling, uncaring if it was too much for you to handle.

“No other man will keep you warm, or bring you pleasure.” The coil in your body was pulled tighter and tighter until it snapped, Tovar, the bastard, lets his fingers push you over the edge while he bit and sucked on the skin of your chest. Usually he would silence you with his own mouth, drowning out your cries of pleasure in a harsh kiss.

But not tonight. He wanted them all to hear. Every other man in your group, and the next town over and the one after that. To let them all know that he was the only man to bring you such ecstasy, to see the wicked metal in your skin that was burned into his brain like a cruel brand.

He’d have you scream it loud enough for the gods to hear him if he could.

He was yours to use, and you were his to keep warm.

Frankie

This one is in the Frankie & BB universe, where reader is a camgirl that frankie falls for! Link for the intro hc post is here

Frankie had seen you topless the first night he met you.

Well..the first night he saw your streams, of course. He was no stranger to women with piercings. He’d dating girls with nose rings and belly button piercings, even a pierced tongue once, but never did he find himself enamored with pierced nipples.

Before he met you that is.

Now he fantasizes about worshiping you, covering your chest in kisses and bites. Taking the pierced skin between his teeth with a gentle nip and savoring the way you breathe out his name and tangle your fingers in his hair.

The way you’d look down at him beneath your lashes with that sweet smile before wrapping your legs around his waist, locking him in that spot for as long as you deem right. He’d want to stay in that moment forever.

But those were fantasies, perverted little dreams that lived in his head while he watched you touch your chest on camera with a coy smile. He knew the feeling of your skin beneath his was something he’d never get to truly cherish.

Until he finds himself two months later in your apartment with you sprawled out beneath him on your bed, his hands under your hoodie and marveling at the way you sing for him while he worships the smooth skin he’d longed for.

Ezra

You had been working with ezra for a few cycles before the tension finally blew over one night. You grew fond of his fanciful stories, always painting such a vivid picture with his vast vernacular and slight southern lilt. Though you’d often tease him for his “Motormouth” as you called him, you enjoyed listening to his smooth voice paint stories as you worked.

He grew fond of your warm smiles and your laugh, oh your sweet laugh. He’d spend his life telling you stories if it meant you would never stop laughing. Such a sweet soul you were, he didn’t think the life of a harvester was one you were meant for. But you worked hard and plentiful, so much he asked if you wished to continue to work together. After the loss of his arm he could use the extra help on jobs, not that he enjoyed to admit it, and you were a pleasure to be around.

The way your face lit up as if you had found the queens lair made his heart tie into a knot.

“I’d like that motormouth.”

It was the same night you found the courage to kiss him.

Ezra soon melted into the kiss, letting his tongue slip past your lips and his hand grabbing anywhere on you he could reach. You tangled your hands in his hair, pulling away only for a moment to pant out-

“Bed?”

Which is how Ezra found himself lying in his cot, flat on his back with you straddling him and kissing his neck.

“I will admit I’ve thought of you in such a position many times but-” He let out a smooth chuckle when your hands pushed his shirt up his body. “-never did I believe it would actually happen under these circumstances.”

You had some smart remark on your tongue, but lost it as you pushed his shirt up to see the pierced skin of his chest.

His hand rubbed circles on your waist as you stared at him with your mouth agape. “Have I rendered you speechless, sweet gem?” He has the air of a prize show dog, eyes confident and practically preening under your gaze. “We were just beginning to have fun.”

“No I just-” You shook your head with a light laugh. Your hands removed themselves from his shirt to pull at your own.

“I didn't think we’d match, is all.”

You quickly shed your top, throwing it into some darkened corner of the room as Ezra took in the sight of your bare chest, soft and each nipple sporting silver bars that matched his own.

A big grin grew on his face as he pulled you down for a heated kiss. His hand quickly grabbed and tugged at your chest while you did the same to him, both moaning in praise of the heavy touches.

“It seems we must be made for one another, gentle soul.” He leans down and takes your nipples into his mouth while tugging on the other. The once lone harvester cherishes the way your moans seem to echo through the cot, a song sung for him and only him.

One he hoped he could make you sing again.

Maxwell & Valerie Lord

This one is in the universe of my fic Rip Out Our Seams and Stitch Us Together, focusing on not only you and Maxwell, but his wife as well! Not super important to this because it’s only hc but Poly fic obvi. Chapter one ink is here if you're interested.

Maxwell and Valerie found out before they ever had you in bed. Valerie had been the first to find out actually, and all but sang about it the moment she got home to her dear husband.

She was at your shop, as she usually was during the day. That day she had huffed and puffed about some “friend” that was less of a friend and more of a nuisance, but one she kept around anyways. You listened to her berate the woman as you hemmed a sundress with a smile, occasionally chiming in here and there with your own words on the dreaded socialite, causing the ice queen herself to laugh and smile.

“See!” She pointed to you with a congratulatory grin. “This is why you're my fucking favorite!”

You shook your head and stood up, moving to the next article of clothing to alter. A tux that needed to be taken in.

But as you stepped to grab the suit jacket, you lost your footing on a wire that poked out front the carpet and stumbled. Luckily you caught yourself before falling to the floor, but not without your shirt, which was buttoned dangerously low in the way that Valerie and her husband loved, shifted and got the richest woman in D.C a quick peek at the bare, brown, skin that she dreamed of for months.

She took in a sharp breath, taking her bottom lip between her teeth to hide any noises made at the quick reveal.

Piercings? My oh my you were full of surprises.

She covered her reaction well enough it seemed. After shifting your shirt with no words, you sat back down and began to mark the jacket with tailors chalk.

Unknowing that Valerie’s heart beat against her ribs like the wings of a hummingbird.

The moment she got home she called Maxwell’s office and insisted she speak to her husband that instant, who was currently in the middle of a meeting.

His secretary, a replacement for the one before that she loathed, was quick to transfer her to her husband.

“Darling-” His voice was gentle but scolding, no doubt looking up at the men in the room with him. “I’m a bit busy at the moment, but I’ll speak to you later, alright?”

“Oh?” Her voice was full of faux innocence that her husband knew he was going to dread picking up the phone. “So you don’t want to know what I saw when I visited our girl?”

At the mention of you, Maxwell shifted in his chair.

Our girl. Hearing his wife say those sweet words send his heart into a frenzy. Truthfully you were what brought them back together, showing them a way of love they didn’t know they had for each other as well as you.

Something you didn’t even know you did for them.

“And what’s that my dear?”

He held up a finger to the men in the room with an apologetic smile. It was returned with patient nods and absent minded waves, insisting he continue his phone call.

Of course they wouldn’t tell him to hang up. He was Maxwell fucking Lord.

“Well-” his wife purred, his voice causing a strain in his trousers. “Today, I caught a little peek.”

Maxwell cleared his throat.

“Not on purpose of course.” She further explained, wrapping the telephone cord around her finger as she spoke. “But she tripped, stumbled a bit and well-” His wife sighed, letting her head fall back as she closed her eyes in memory. “Oh she looked so soft Maxie, you should’ve been there.”

“It certainly sounds like it.” Maxwell’s mind ran rampant with the image alone of seeing you in such disarray, his wife sultry tone did nothing to quell the fire. “Now if we can continue this conversation when I get home-”

“She’s pierced too.”

Maxwell pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to feign annoyance in front of the other men so they didn’t see the way he gripped the phone so hard it nearly cracked in his grip. “Excuse me?”

Valerie hummed. “You heard me handsome. Pierced. She looks so pretty with it.” He could hear the little hitch in her breath that told him she was just as unraveled as he was by the news. “I bet it feels so nice to tug on and touch, oh fuck.”

Of course she didn’t have to hide it.

“Type?” His voice was even and composure cool even as his mind was flooding with images, fantasies that he’d do anything to make a reality.

The love of his life, his queen and fucking she-demon in life simply giggled.

“Come home and I’ll tell you all about them.” She blew a kiss into the receiver before hanging up.

Maxwell sighed, masking himself in great aggravation and fatigue at the phone call.

“I’m afraid I’ll have to reschedule this meeting gentlemen.” He rolled his eyes. “My wife is practically in pieces and insists I come home to take care of her this instant. I’m so sorry for all the trouble.”

A man in a cheap suit chuckled and waved the CEO off. “Nonsense Mr.Lord, we all know how it can be with women.”

He knew damn well none of these schmucks knew how it could be with his women.

Maxwell sighed and hung his head. “Isn’t that the truth boys.”

A few handshakes later and a stern order to his secretary and he was walking down the steps of his building to the car waiting for him outside. The moment he got in he slammed the door shut hard enough the car itself shook and he fished out two hundred dollars from his wallet.

“Sir?” Daniels, his driver spoke warily. Maxwell let out a shaking breath, running a hand through his blonde locks and pulling his shoulders back before turning to his driver with a harsh stare.

“Get me home in the next five minutes and this money is yours.”

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franniebanana · 4 years ago

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CQL Rewatch - Episode 3

I just love their outfits here, and since I didn’t comment on that in the last episode, I wanted to say it here. I love the whole color palette they used for Lotus Pier. The donghua goes heavy on the purple and black, but I really love how they incorporate lavender and teal and other blues. It’s just very pretty and soft and relaxing. Such a nice place. I keep having a debate with myself about where I’d rather live. I think I’d be more comfortable in the Cloud Recesses, but I’d never be able to deal with all those rules!

Ah, yes, everyone’s favorite peacock. He played this part so perfectly: just this pillar of grace and poise, except when he’s around Jiang Yanli, and he just becomes butter hahaha. I like his son a lot better than him, but he and Wei Wuxian have some great scenes together, and it’s fun to see him grow alongside everyone else. He’s not just a mindless clan member who does everything he’s supposed to. He’ll stand up and fight for justice too.

It’s easy to forget (myself included in this) that Jiang Yanli is the oldest of the three of them, especially in this show. She’s so much smaller, so soft-spoken; she isn’t going to be the next leader, because that’s Jiang Cheng, being the male heir. But this is one of those scenes where she really is the big sister. Wei Wuxian is fighting with her fiancé’s retinue, Jiang Cheng is just trying to stay out of it and be polite, so she has to step in and put an end to it. I love when Jiang Yanli gets some screen time and lines, and isn’t serving soup. Don’t get me wrong—I like seeing her take care of them, but it’s more mothering than being a big sister. I think the moments when she’s standing up for her brothers and for herself are really special. You can’t blame Jiang Cheng or Wei Wuxian for loving their shijie so much.

Gotta love Wei Wuxian taking every opportunity to throw some shade at Jin Zixuan. I love all of it, and I eat it up—I am the target audience for snarky Wei Wuxian. And at this point, Jin Zixuan just ignores him—good on him. He keeps that up for all of a few days.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOO

YOU FORGOT THE INVITATION!

Sorry, but the first time I watched this, I wondered why there was this big close-up of something with “Lan Clan of Gusu” written on it. I’m a dummy, okay?

Omg they translated ge-ge as “buddy.”

Okay, but here we go! Shut out of the Cloud Recesses. Also, where did they change? I kept thinking they changed at the tavern, but when they left, they were wearing their same Jiang Clan clothes. So, somewhere along the way, they put on their pretty white robes. I’ve got nothing else to say here, because we’re about to see another great entrance from Lan Wangji.

I love how his entrance is accompanied by the guqin. His presence is so ethereal, so otherworldly, yet he’s so grounded as a character. He turns everyone’s heads, including Wei Wuxian’s. I love that Wang Yibo is in reality shorter than Xiao Zhan, so they gave him platform boots to make them more even. But the height and stature gives the relationship a whole different dynamic.

Anyone who knows me knows I love my yaoi/BL. I could go on and on about my favorites, but I won’t do that here. There’s one thing I don’t like about it, and it’s that you can always tell who the top and bottom is just by how they look (sometimes artists subvert this, which I love!). The donghua for MDZS does this (I haven’t read the manhua, but I have seen some screenshots, and I think it also does)—Lan Wangji is so much bigger than Wei Wuxian. And while it’s aesthetically pleasing, it just bugs me, okay? I like the idea of Wangxian being roughly the same size and height—I don’t really know why, I just do. Also I definitely headcanon them both as switches at this point.

I don’t think Lan Wangji would have given Wei Wuxian the time of day if he hadn’t heard this. He’s already impressed that Wei Wuxian picked up on the weird stuff/wicked sorcery going on—he’s made a mental note of him. I’m sure he’s a little disappointed that Wei Wuxian immediately gets on his nerves, but he still pauses before leaving.

Lan Wangji is never going to be a fast friend—he’s not going to be anyone’s best friend right away. You need to gain his trust and that does not happen overnight. Though the setting is anything but realistic, their relationship and the steps it goes through are incredibly realistic. They grow together—they grow on each other (it’s not as if Wei Wuxian really cares about Lan Wangji at first either—think of how many times he calls him a fuddy-duddy. I think his main goal for quite some time is to get on Lan Wangji’s nerves and tease him. Wei Wuxian is used to charming his way in and out of things, but he can’t do that with Lan Wangji).

Yibo’s piercings! That’s it. That’s why I took this screenshot. But, weirdly, I always look at stuff like that.

He has such a swagger here, going up the steps, but I think it’s really just Xiao Zhan trying to climb the stairs without tripping on his costume. XD

It’s funny how surprised Wei Wuxian is to have the silencing spell used on him, even though he had been put under it earlier that day. Frankly, I don’t blame Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian hit him with a bit of a sucker punch there, implying that the girls only liked him for how he looks and that they’d be disappointed by his demeanor.

It’s such a popular trope (enemies to lovers), but I don’t think that makes it inherently bad or less effective as a storytelling device. On the contrary, when done well, it can make or break a story. As I said earlier, their relationship is very realistic, yet has enough fiction to make it fun. I watch these early scenes with a big old grin on my face, and I’ve seen this one probably around four times now, maybe more (I keep watching the Special Edition for all that wangxian goodness).

Okay, let’s watch as Wei Wuxian digs his hole deeper and deeper. The look on Lan Qiren’s face this entire time is priceless. Like, who is this miscreant who just barged in here, telling me how he is breaking all the rules and expecting me to feel bad for him? Meanwhile, Lan Xichen, with a smile: I won’t blame you for breaking the rules, but let my brother who hates you decided your punishment, okay? Thanks!

Peak comedy before it gets all serious again.

She’s so gorgeous!

But I’ll be frank with you all, I don’t like that they expanded Wen Qing’s role in this way. She was one of my favorites in the book, but shoehorning her and Wen Ning into the Cloud Recesses kind of drives me nuts. And then the stuff with Jiang Cheng, while kind of cute, just doesn’t really hit right with me, and I don’t think it was executed well at all after a certain point—but I’ll babble about that when the time comes. So, while I appreciate expanding female roles, I didn’t really care for this bit in the Cloud Recesses. I would have been fine with them adding scenes of what she was up to with the Wen Clan—that would have been really cool, actually, because we don’t get to see much of anything other than the Nightless City. And maybe I’m biased because I quite enjoyed the archery contest stuff in the book that they kind of piecemealed in the show.

It sounds like I’m just whining about this show, but I actually really enjoy it.

I like this moment between the twin jades. We don’t get a ton of these and this one is particularly quiet and peaceful. The contrast between them and Jiang Cheng/Wei Wuxian is so stark—the twin jades are so formal and a little stiff, while the twin prides are off the wall, hitting and teasing each other—but this doesn’t make either one less caring than the other. What’s obvious from this scene is how much both of them care about each other: Lan Wangji wants to do what he can to help, because he knows how much pressure is on Xichen, and Xichen is just worried about his younger brother. Even though you don’t find this out until later, you can tell that the two boys had to grow up very fast. Neither one had much of a childhood, and I think Lan Xichen does take on a bit of a father role to Lan Wangji as well.

Other episodes: 1 | 2 |

#cql rewatch #lan wangji #wei wuxian #wangxian #lan xichen #jiang cheng #jiang yanli #jin zixuan #wen qing #cql #the untamed #mdzs #mo dao zu shi

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blackcherrykiss · 4 years ago

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BLOOD BOUNDARIES - Enhypen OT7 Fanfic (ch.6)

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genre: vampire au, romance, drama, mystery, thriller

note: written inspired by enhypen's storyline, given-taken lyrics & teasers. please keep in mind all members are apart of this fanfic and the main theme is mystery/drama!

*P.S swear words are used (i try not to use them often lol but i feel they added to the emotion in the dialogue) the beginning lowkey not proofread sorry happy readings!

"I sensed you were here." He commented sternly as he stood up from the piano bench.

You stepped back, "Y-you just play really well... Didn't mean to be a creep." You get shy with shivers after realizing he knew you were around. From what you recall, you were absolutely silent.

His wordless response was a cold signal to leave. And so you did. Whipping your head back behind you to see people begin to exit their rehearsal rooms. You left Jay alone as he probably wished, mindlessly waiting for your roommates to storm out. The doors along the hall were now wide open so that you could search the rooms. Like a scavenger hunt, you went in and out of each music room, clueless as to which one you would find your friends in.

"Y/N?" You hear Hyesun before you could even step foot into one of the larger sized rooms along the hall. You slung your head up in surprise to see your roommates chatting with faces you were tired of seeing.

"Long time no see." Heeseung visibly bit down on the tip of his tongue causing your emotions to run wild. You were irked to see Nana, Hyesun and Dahee (in case you forgot these are the names of y/n's dormmates) with Jaeyun, Heeseung and Sunghoon.

"Haha..." You laugh uncomfortably at the overwhelming mixture of people.

"We were just thinking about having a party before the upcoming long weekend," Sunghoon plastered a dark smile that you found strangely annoying. He had some corrupt aura and every bit of your gut felt alarmed by him.

"Jungwon is in the next room over, you should ask him to come here," Dahee said calmly and reassuringly. If anything all of your roommates looked unexpectedly comfortable and relaxed in the presence of some of the school's hottest boys. You imagined your friends to be flustered since they had secretly fangirled to you about them during late-night girl talks. It seemed they had become genuine friends instead of fangirls. It made you question your intuition and trust issues. Maybe it was just you overreacting and these boys were friends, not threats.

Nodding your head, you run off to where Dahee had mentioned Jungwon was. Chasing until you met a closed door with a dim light shining through its' crystallized glass. Listening close you could hear Jungwon sing softly through the door, making your heart rate rise a bit. Like a fool, your heart was going in circles. You focus your eyes through the bits of glass that didn't distort your vision to see Jungwon in pure grace.

"He sings pretty well doesn't he?" You felt a whisper brush the conch of your ear. Not even bothering to see who the whisper belonged to, you agreed.

"Yeah... I've never heard him sing before." You blush at yourself, finally taking a look to see who you were even talking to.

Your gaze met a pair of sharp cut out eyes, "If I heard a person sing like that, I'd be convinced I'm in love with them." Kim Sunoo taunted, trying to make it obvious that your feelings of interest were on full display, even to a stranger. "You might get hurt though, being in love with Jungwon." His voice was a deep frequency that hummed in the bloodstream of your ears.

"Why would it hurt?" Your curiosity getting the best of you.

"He's capable of things you don't want to imagine," Sunoo fakely sighed, his breath hitting the side of your neck. "Jungwon's truly a bad boy. Playing around such a delicate flower." And with that said, Sunoo swung the door right open.

Jungwon abruptly stopped mid sentence, startlement creating a pale cast over his face, "Y/N? What are you doing here?" Jungwon laughed a bit to himself, a little embarrassed after the fact you had probably heard him sing.

"She was standing outside since the beginning of the song." Sunoo smiled smugly before walking out, leaving you in the icy room alone with Jungwon.

"I didn't want to interrupt... That's not even the point... I came to tell you that my dormmates are in the other room talking with the guys."

"The guys?"

"You know... Sunghoon and them... I-I'd really appreciate if you were just there Jungwon." You were sincere because, for some reason, he looked lonely. You would also really feel more at ease with Jungwon around and you hoped your sincerity reached him.

Jungwon had put on a concerned face before dropping it, realizing he was overreacting."Oh. Alright... I'll be there in a few minutes." Jungwon got up, shuffling his sheet music stand into a neat stack that hid in the corner. He had responded in a way that was much calmer than you expected. Perhaps you were expecting him to lash out about being around his friends?

"But Jungwon I want to ask you something..." You hated the secrets between the two of you, it was a mystery game you didn't want to play anymore, "Can you just explain what your relationship with Sunoo... Not even Sunoo, the rest of the guys."

He stopped in his tracks, knowing you were tired of his lies. "We're all orphans from the same orphanage. We just never got adopted." He spoke bluntly in a cold and rushed tone. His answer was enough to have you not ask any more questions about their relationship as it seemed too personal and insensitive of you to keep asking. "Since we were all too old to stay at the orphanage, some social workers came and took us to live in a house together. The house is just on the outskirts of the school but we only go there for long weekends and breaks when there is nobody on campus..." The realization of when Jungwon had said Heeseung was his dormmate came back to you. "They're like my brothers. But, some bad things happened to them in an incident we had a couple of years back at this carnival.. We were never the same after that." Jungwon had gotten somewhat emotional blurting it all out. He had choked up as you heard his words full of frustration built up in his throat. When you looked deeper into him, you found your heartache as his eyes glittered with tears.

"I-I trust you Jungwon. I'm so sorry I must've put you in an uncomfortable situation." You felt like an awful human being hearing his story.

"No, I'm sorry. I'm being too protective with you over those guys. I'm sorry about that. I just see you and get worried. They've become bad people..." He slid his fingertips from his forehead up until they tangled with the roots of his hair, closing his eyes to conceal his emotions.

You could've just hugged him right then seeing him in the midst of crying but your mind was a haze, foggy with not wanting to cross the unspoken boundaries between the two of you. The skinship of hugging was still considered too much for your friendship and you weren't openly ready to have the feelings of endearment that come with carrying out such an intimate gesture. You knew by being in such close distance with him would make you a fool for love.

"I think we should go to the others." You darted with a sudden wall forming between the both of you. You shuddered in pain with your cold remark after Jungwon had just revealed something so deep and vulnerable to you. Even if Jungwon had just told you an intimate part of his identity it was like he became more of a stranger to you. It seemed everything Jungwon was saying was quite true but still Sunoo's words had scarred your subconscious of falling in love with him or even merely liking him. Jungwon had said the boys were bad people but what excluded him from them?

You made your way back, leaving Jungwon to be alone and cool down from whatever you had just made him think of. Every second, regretting you didn't just wrap your arms around him and comfort him. Had it not been for Sunoo, maybe you would've trusted there was nothing more to what Jungwon than what he had just said.

"Did you find Jungwon?" Dahee lifted her eyes off of Sunghoon to yours. You got deja vu when you saw Sunghoon staring at Dahee with the same eyes he used during the commotion at the library.

"Yeah, I think he's just packing up his stuff right now..." You gulp awkwardly as everyone had settled into smaller groups. You think your eyes were deceiving you when you noticed Sunoo now in the room, being quick to withdraw from the conversation he was having with Hyesun and Nana to approach you.

"You don't look well. Something happen between you and Jungwon?" A wicked bubble of laughter rising in his chest.

"Not at all..." It was half true half not. Nothing had really happened mentally or physically but emotionally, there was something.

"Interesting because I was just asking those two girls about you and Jungwon. It seems you two are a lot closer than I anticipated."

"We're just friends, we're just getting closer these days."

"Sweetheart, he's not really trying to be your friend, right? He's just using you like how these boys are doing with your girl friends right now."

"Using us? Using me? Our relationship isn't that shallow. Maybe your dimwit friends would do that but I know Jungwon." You were offended by his assumption, who was Sunoo to claim such an idea?

"What makes you think you know him?" Sunoo laughed gravely at your statement. "I've heard a lot about you from Heeseung and Jaeyun, Y/N." Sunoo used your name. It seemed you both knew each other's names without having to directly say it or formally introduce yourselves.

"I'm flattered I'm that pretty enough to them that they would talk about me, Kim Sunoo." You used his name in the same power he had used yours in a sentence.

"More than just pretty, you should watch yourself. The pretty girls of this school don't last very long in this school."

"And why is that?"

"I think you'll find out soon enough." Sunoo snickered while swaying himself up and away after looking at the doorway.

"It looks like a party in here." Jay had entered with an arm hanging around Jungwon. You hadn't realized how packed the room was until Jay mentioned it.

"Yeah and we're planning one right now." Heeseung spat in a jokingly annoyed tone at Jay.

"A party???" He laughed, "If the school finds girls with us outside school grounds or even near the dorm we'll all be fucking expelled." Jay raised his scratched brow in interest as to Heeseung's response.

"Yeah as if the teachers are even awake super late at night. Literally, no one monitors the halls at night." Heeseung let out an airy scoff from across the room. You and your roommates were all flustered at the plan of a party so late at night. You were embarrassed your mind was even in that direction. "Our place is not far from here Jay, calm the fuck down."

"H-hey I think us girls will head off to eat, we'll settle the plans another time." Nana made eye contact with all the girls as a signal to exit. It seemed the mood took a bitter turn when Jay had entered.

It was an awkward scurry out the door as Nana pulled Hyesun with her. You shortly followed, looking behind you to see Jungwon give a lifeless stare at the ground. Your eyes focusing in on Sunghoon who whispers ever-so closely to Dahee. Whatever he told her, it tinted her face a plush pink.

"Dahee let's go." You glared at Sunghoon before putting on a sweet smile toward Dahee. You couldn't just watch Sunghoon act like such a flirt to Dahee, not when you knew something was also going on between him and Kyungeun.

...

Dahee hums beside you as Nana and Hyesun walk in front. The four of you were quiet, not one of you bringing up the encounter with the boys.

"Do you guys actually want to have a party with them?" You interrupt the silence.

"Y/N they are the hottest guys at our school, do you think we're going to pass on the opportunity?" Hyesun answers.

"Jaeyun told me he and Heeseung could get a couple of drinks from the town over the weekend." Nana added.

"Drinks?! How? Were literally all minors?!" You freaked out like a child.

"Not sure... I do admit though... I'm scared we'll get caught." Nana admitted making you feel reassured knowing she was leaning more toward not having a party.

"What else did you guys already discuss about the party?" You asked, hungry for the details.

"Apparently they've got a place really close by to here. I guess they live together?" The thought of what Jungwon had said to you earlier about the boys all being orphans came back to you.

"Where exactly is there place?"

"Somewhere in the woods of school." _________ author here lol just want to check in and make sure everyone remembers everything from the very first chapter :-) i told you guys that stuff mentioned in early chapters have big significance in the later chapters! Also feel so bad there are so many characters to keep track of LOL I will make a profile of all the characters once everyone is introduced.

Please leave feedback if you have any and thank you for being patient!

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sellyoursoulforagoodfic · 4 years ago

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Shelbys at Somme: Chapter 9

Thomas X Reader

Word Count: 1644

Summary: Grace is forced to endure Reader’s company as Reader heals.

by @adventuresintooblivion

On Saturday morning, it was Thomas that welcomed Y/N instead of Ada. He sat across from her taking a long drag from his cigarette. His eyes were cast out the window a thousand miles away as Y/N sat up. He didn’t acknowledge her at first.

“Thomas?”

He stirred only slightly. “I’ve got something waiting for you downstairs. Do you think you’re up for a small trip?”

Y/N dressed slowly, using the nearby table as support and taking time to make sure everything was in place. She put on women’s clothes for once; the stays prevented her from making any sudden movements that would jostle her ribs. When she was done, she turned to face Thomas.

His eyes had gone wide as he watched her. The cigarette was held loosely in his hands, the end burning dangerously low. Ashes fell onto his fingertips, jolting him into the present. He yanked back his hand from the burning sensation.

Thomas cleared his throat, “I...I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a dress before.”

She shrugged. “I don’t hate them, but the structure is usually too much for running across rooftops and such.”

“What’re you doing on a rooftop?”

Y/N flashed him a wicked smile, “Illegal things.”

He stood and offered his arm. “Someday you’re gonna tell me what you did before the war.”

She didn’t answer as they made their way down the stairs. It was slow going and she didn’t exactly enjoy any of the movement, but she’d be damned if she was cooped up in her rooms for the next two months. Thomas was patient with her, letting her pick the pace, but she was still relieved when they made it to level ground.

The Garrison was already somewhat busy, people grabbing a drink before heading out. Y/N vaguely remembered talk of a football game, so it would only get busier. However, more people were standing than normal; a table by the stairs seemed to be missing. Something was still taking up quite a bit of room.

There against the dingy wood of the pub, stood a black gleaming Baby Grand Piano. It was massive in the crowded space and seemed to glow despite the dim lighting due to it’s highly polished surface. Ivory keys were stark white and begging to be played.

Y/N froze, “Thomas, what the hell is that?”

“Well, I’d expect you of all people to know what that is. But I’ll humor you nonetheless, it’s a piano. A Steinway to be exact.”

“Tommy! Those cost a bloody fortune.”

“To get them shipped here, even more so. But I hear they’re extremely popular in New York City. If we’re going to fancy this place up a bit, might as well have one, right?”

She couldn’t stop her head from shaking, but no words left her lips. Thomas gently guided her towards the seat.

Y/N glanced around wildly. “What’re you doing?”

He leaned forward and she could hear the grin in his voice, “You’re so worried about earning your keep. Go on, play it.”

The room parted for them until finally she sat. Leather creaked beneath her weight as she settled into place. Her fingers brushed over the keys reverently, it was the barest touch and yet it took everything she had not to just play. A thousand notes flooded her mind. Long lost memories ingrained in the notes of a song.

“Tommy, this is too much.” She didn’t feel the tears until she tasted the salt on her lips.

His hand lifted ever so slightly, but he stopped. His eyes casting out among the crowd.

Thomas whispered, “You’ve shown me genuine kindness time and again. And I’ll not have you up in that room feeling useless. Now please, play for me.”

“Any requests?” Y/N bit her lip. She refused to let the sob escape her throat.

He grinned, “The one you made for me?”

She slapped his arm half-heartedly, “You bastard. Trying to make me a blubbering mess in front of everyone.”

“Well if you’re not up for it . . .”

“Shut your heathen mouth.”

Her fingers returned to the keys as Thomas stood. He left to go to his office. Despite the distance between them--and the wood--he could hear each note as she began to play. The idle chatter died. Men turned from their conversations to listen to a song only a handful on earth had heard before.

One song led to another. The day passed by in a blur as Y/N’s hands soured across the piano. All the frustration of the past few days coming out in a prolonged concert. Patrons became used to the background music, their chatter filling what would have been silence.

Eventually, Grace came to stand beside her. A small tray with a bottle and two glasses was grasped tightly between her hands.

Grace cleared her throat. “You’ve been playing for hours. Think you could use a drink?”

Y/N glanced up. “Actually that’d be fantastic.”

It was the first time Grace had seen Y/N since before her abduction. Every time her eyes strayed towards her busted lip or bruised skin a cold chill ran through her. Campbell had really done that? She nodded and poured the drinks quickly. She was about to step away when Y/N stopped her.

“Are you ok? You’re looking kind of pale.”

“It’s been a rough few days.” Grace answered as she ducked her head. “I worked a job for Thomas, and it wasn’t what I expected to say the least.”

Y/N took a drink. “He took you to the races.”

Grace started, “He told you about that?”

“He told me what he had planned for you.” She glanced up at Grace. “So, is he as much of a bastard as he thinks he is?”

“No.”

Y/N caught herself smiling, “That’s good to hear. Come, join me.”

Grace paused a moment before joining Y/N on the bench. It was a tight fit but it worked well enough.

“Do you play?”

Grace shook her head. “No, singing is where my musical talent stays.”

She nodded, sipping her drink as she glanced around. Eventually Grace caught herself staring at Y/N. Her voice was almost too soft for Y/N to hear, “Thomas trusts you.”

“I might’ve saved him once or twice during the war.” She shrugged.

Grace blinked, “You were a nurse?”

Y/N snorted, “I don’t know anything more than what they teach you in basic.”

“You fought?!”

Y/N flinched. "Tell the whole world why don't you?"

Matthew's death finally made more sense to Grace. This woman beside her was trained to kill in the bloodiest war the world had seen. She couldn't have been running on much more than base animal instinct, just like the other men in this bar. She reluctantly admitted to herself that she'd like to see another woman lose her senses in battle. However, she squashed down that natural curiosity, appalled with herself.

Grace's words were barely a whisper, "You killed people, how many?"

Y/N blinked. "It's a bit morbid to count. But it was a side effect of what I actually did. I was the distraction and the insurance to get our boys out if something went wrong in the tunnels. The only person out there who is a better shot than me is Jeremiah."

"Why're you telling me all this?" Grace bit back a snarl.

Y/N cast her a sidelong glance, an eyebrow slowly raising, "Do you not want to be friends?"

Why the hell would I want to be friends with a monster like you? Grace flashed her a perfectly cheery smile, "I apologize. I guess I'm just tired. If you'll excuse me?" She stood without waiting for an answer. There was so much she wanted to say. All of them clashing together fighting for their chance to be said, but every single one of them would've revealed her.

But she couldn't stop one last quip from slipping past her lips, "Brass knuckles, are they a good weapon for self defense?"

Silence hung in the air so heavy the idle chatter of the bar couldn't seem to penetrate it.

"Only if you know how to throw a good punch. Why do you ask?"

Grace stammered, "I wanted something just in case. This isn't exactly the best area in town."

Y/N gave her a tired look. "You work at the Garrison. No one will hurt you."

Grace didn't know what to say, so she simply nodded her head and left. She gripped the tray to stop her hands from shaking. It wasn't until Harry tapped her shoulder that she realized she'd frozen behind the counter.

"Come on, Girl; we've got work to do."

The rest of the night kept Grace too busy to breathe easily let alone think about Matthew. It wasn't until Thomas came in a few hours later that she realized that it was almost closing time.

"Hello, Grace." He leaned against the bar, his eyes roaming over her figure.

She wasn't going to pretend she hadn't noticed it happening more and more often. "Hello, Mr. Shelby."

He shook his head. "I thought we were past that by now."

Grace glanced away. "Your friend by the piano seems to have a high regard for you; I wouldn't want to offend her."

He raised his eyebrow. "What did she say?"

"She said that since I work at the Garrison, I'm free from any harassment on the streets."

"You are."

Her eyes snapped up to meet his, holding his gaze for a long moment. "And why is that Mr. Shelby?"

He shook his head, "Don't worry about it. Just call me Thomas, alright?"

Grace nodded before returning to her spigots. Out of the corner of her eye she watched as Thomas headed directly for the piano.

#thomas shelby x reader #thomas shelby imagine #tommy x reader #shelbys at somme #tommy imagine #reader insert #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinders

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malewifezevran · 3 years ago

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hello 💛 for the OC asks, how abt 25, 26 & 27 for any of your DA OCs? i saw a post that got me into a lovey-dovey mood so there 🤣 anw thank you!!

> OCS asks.

If your OC has a soulmate, who is it?

Why does your OC and his/her soulmate work so well together?

What are some things your OC admires about his/her soulmate?

i wanna preface this by saying that i'm not the biggest fan of the 'soulmates' trope? as it implies the existence of destiny, which is a concept i fully reject irl -- HOWEVER, there are exceptions, of course. and since we're talking about dragon age? there is only one (1) pair i can see as 'soulmates' and that is

hawke & varric. OBVIOUSLY. i like them romantically though she's never going to tell him <3, but even as platonic soulmates they work wonders 🙌 the first time i played da2 was hilarious because i started with the fenris romance? but the more i went on with the game, the more i fell in love with varric......... embarrassing, honestly. love you fenris, and all of hawke's potential lis really, but i've personally never felt THAT spark with any of them 😔

i think they work so well together because they always got each other's back, no matter what. ride or die through & through. they both suffer from the 'running away from my problems' syndrome sadly, so despite not openly talk about stuff, they know they can count on each other's support, whether it's a shared drink or a match of wicked grace 😞

oh goshhh, it must be varric's golden heart. is he a conniving little shit? yeah, but he'd do everything for his friends, as showed both in da2 & dai, which is a trait my hawke admires deeply. marian starts her journey as someone incredibly childish and selfish and it's also thanks to his influence that she managed to better herself during her stay in kirkwall.

#marian: idk i'd rather die than tell varric i like him #nightmare demon: i gotchu girl #they're my tragic ship and i love them v much #thank u for the ask <33 #nora scribbels #marian hawke

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ibelieveindragons141 · 4 years ago

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Tingling | Diego hargreeves x reader

Requested by @infinitelyforgotten who asked for: fluffy Diego where the reader dropped into 1963 with him. When he gets admitted to the psych-hospital the reader visits him everyday and promises to get him out (but even with her powers she can’t think of a way to spring him out-until Five shows up). Diego is so glad to be out to stop JFK’s assassination, but mostly so he can hug & kiss the reader again. Maybe when they (Five, Reader, Diego, and Lila) head to find Reginald, Diego dances with the reader and they get caught up in each other for a while before remembering their task.

Word count: 1369

Warnings: none!

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long!

"Here to see Diego Hargreeves?"

You shot to your feet. "Here."

The orderly raised an eyebrow at you and said, "You're in here everyday, doll. Must be one hell of a guy."

You smiled, "He is."

He opened the door to reveal Diego sitting at a table, hair unruly and hanging over his eyes, wearing a white uniform.

"Y/n," he looked up and grinned at you. You sat down across from him.

"How are you?"

He shrugged. "No different from yesterday." He leaned in, "You got any new ideas for an escape plan?"

You shook your head sadly. "No. Unfortunately, air manipulation is kinda obvious. If they caught us, you'd be locked up even tighter, and they'd probably ship me off to some government facility for experiments." You shuddered.

Diego reached across the table and held your hand. "Hey, I won't let that happen."

You glanced up and stared into his eyes, deep brown pools conveying as much comfort as they could.

"No touching the patients!" The orderly by the door snapped.

Diego retracted his hand slowly, not wanting to stop the only physical contact you'd had in weeks.

You felt a tingle, like electricity, where he touched you.

"Any news on the others?" He asked.

"No, but I'll keep looking. They must be somewhere, right? They can't have just disappeared."

"Unless they're dead."

You gasped, "Diego!"

"What? Y/n, you have to consider all the possibilities."

You thought about crazy, flamboyant Klaus, sweet Vanya, kind Allison, wicked smart Five, Luther's leadership, even of Ben and his crazy book obsession. To imagine them gone seemed unthinkable.

"No. They're not gone, Diego."

"Y/n," he spoke softly. "I'm just trying to protect you. I want you to be prepared for the worst."

You shook your head and frowned. "If they were gone, I'd feel it."

"Y/n-"

"I'd know, Diego."

He didn't look convinced, but let it go.

"So, made any friends yet?" You teased.

He narrowed his eyes at you. "More than you."

You feigned an insulted expression, "How dare you! I am a delight."

He smirked, "Oh, I know you are."

Leaning forwards, you said, "Once you get out, I'm gonna show you just how much of a delight I can be."

His eyes lit up. "Is that a fact?"

"When have I ever lied to you?"

He tilted his head, "Well.."

"Time's up."

The man by the door's harsh voice put an abrupt end to your teasing. This was the worst part, leaving. You stood up solemnly and said, "I'll be back tomorrow, I promise."

Diego gave you a small nod. "Good."

You gave him one last tight smile before turning and leaving.

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Diego's head was spinning. Five would be back. He would get out. Save the president. Be with y/n, really with her, not just sitting a couple feet apart.

Everything would be fine. It had to be.

The sound of gunshots brought him back to reality: being chased by three maniacs with Lila.

Once they finally made it outside, he collided with something- or rather, someone.

"Ow!" You cried.

Warm hands gripped your upper arms, "Y/n?"

Diego.

You stared up at him, eyes shining brightly. "Fancy meeting you here."

Diego shook his head with exasperation and surprised you by grabbing your waist and crashing his lips onto yours. You shut your eyes and placed your hands on his chest, melting into the kiss.

"While this is lovely," An accented woman's voice interrupted your kiss, "We are currently being chased by some very scary men with very scary guns, so if we could maybe pick this up later.."

Diego shot her a glare, "Shut up, Lila."

She shrugged.

The doors burst open revealing three white-haired men who did in fact have very scary guns.

"Go," you said, turning to face them. "I go this"

"Y/n-" Diego started, but Lila yanked his arm saying, "Don't be an idiot. If she says she's got this then she's got this."

As they ran, he glanced back to see you raise your arms, causing a gust of wind to divert the bullets' path into a nearby car. He loved watching you use your powers, you were so graceful and your movements so fluid.

You threw the gunmen back, knocking the weapons from their hands and raced over to Diego and Lila, who was trying to jump start a car.

"That was cool," she commented, still focused on the wires in her hands.

"Thanks," you replied, breathing a little heavier than usual.

Diego kissed you. "What would I do without you?"

You pecked his nose, making him blush, "Probably die."

"Got it!" Lila cried as the car roared to life.

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"I've never been to the Mexican consulate," you said, walking beside Diego, Five, and Lila into the stone building.

Diego raised his eyebrows, "Really? Why not?"

You bumped your shoulder into his. "Shut up."

Soft trumpet music was playing in the back round, and looking around the room, couldn't help but feel under-dressed in your simple purple dress.

As if sensing your discomfort, Diego leaned in and said, "Don't worry, you look beautiful." To Five, he said, "I don't see dad anywhere."

"Just keep an eye out for the Majestic Twelve."

You snorted, which earned a sharp look from Five. "Sorry, but it's a ridiculous title."

"That may be," Five said, "But trust me, nothing about them is ridiculous."

"So, what's the plan?" Diego asked, eyes still scanning the room.

"You and y/n stay down here. Lila and I will take the upstairs."

You heard him hiss quietly to Lila, "I want to keep an eye on you."

You frowned. What did that mean?

Diego distracted you by pulling you into the next room. "They're playing our song."

He pulled you close, wrapping one arm tightly around your waist and taking your hand gently in his. You placed your other palm on the back of his neck and felt the tingling again travel through your fingertips. He spun you, getting lost in the music, and ran his hands down your sides sending a shiver up your spine. You whirled around to face him again.

"Someone's got moves."

"One ever knows when dance will mean the difference between life and death,” he did a terrible impression of Reginald making you laugh brightly.

"You're an idiot."

He moved closer, so you were swaying more than dancing, and pressed your foreheads together.

"I love you."

You rubbed your nose gently against his, "I love you, too."

He suddenly dipped you, making you jump. You smirked and took a step back.

"Switch," you deadpanned.

"Wha-"

You grabbed his waist and pulled him to you. "Just follow my lead."

He scoffed, but let you lead him.

Eventually, you reverted back to your initial roles and rested your head against his chest, tucked under his chin.

His fingers brushed a few loose strands of hair off your cheek, leaving a trail of electricity in their wake.

Suddenly, you felt a cold, heavy weight against your back.

"Mind if I cut in?" An unfamiliar voice shattered your peace. It belonged to a tanned, blond man who clearly spent way too much time on his hair.

Diego's gaze hardened and you felt his arm tighten around you, shifting you so the other man's hand dropped back down to his side.

"Yeah, I do. So back off."

The other man gave you a sneer and said, "Now, see, I wasn't really askin'."

When he took a step closer, Diego whipped out a knife faster than you'd ever seen him do before and held it to his throat.

"I said, back off."

The creep's eyes widened and he quickly fled.

Diego watched him go with dark eyes.

"Hey," you whispered, cupping his cheek. "You okay?"

He looked back at you and softened.

Wordlessly, Diego put his knife back in his belt and hugged you tightly.

"No one will every take me away from you, Diego." You reassured him quietly.

"Good." He murmured, his breath dancing lightly across your face.

And even as he rushed off in search of mom, that tingling feeling never left.

A/n: Thanks for reading! Let me know what you think and feel free to send me a request! :)

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bo-bo-bean · 4 years ago

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The Dance

It was the party of the year, always set on the punctual date of February fourteenth; the Valentine’s day plaza celebration. People can express their love and feelings through music and everyone else dances, couple up, and help themselves to refreshments. There were light pink and red heart shaped lights hanging on light posts, flower petals scattered on the ground, the air being a little cold. It gave all the more reason to snuggle up with your partner. Everyone was there in the bask of the lovely light, Mayday an Zuke entering the scene.

“Huh, didn’t they use daisies last time?” Zuke wondered out loud, looking at the rose petals on the pavement.

“Yeah, but this is totally wicked!” Mayday jumped up and down. Zuke chuckled at her usual enthusiasm. She was just here to dance and get energy out. Plus there was nothing good on TV and they were bored.

Mayday looked at the food table and rushed over, Zuke following behind her as he always did and watched her down some pigs in a blanket. He looked around more and thought maybe this dance would be his saving grace.

It had been seven months since he had feelings towards Mayday. He knew they were feelings of love since he experienced them before with Nadia. His heart yearning to hug her close, wanting to make her smile, and his head flushed around her. It was as obvious as the blush he gains when she offers her brightest smile on her best day.

Of course, he couldn’t say anything. What if it ended like with him and Eve? Then again, he knew it had to happen. He felt a tight feeling in his chest as he looked up at Mayday.

‘She looks so beautiful…’ he thought to himself. ‘It’s just a few words… May, would you like to dance with me?’ He breathed in, letting his chest swell like a balloon to push away any nervous thoughts, then he sighed out and looked up. She looked excited to see something, but maybe she would still be able to hear him.

“It’s time to split in two and dance!” Zam announced, managing the songs. This was it. His chance.”

“May, uhm… would you like to uhm… dance with me-”

“Oh my gosh!!!” she squealed, looking at a boy band. 1010… of course… they were each dancing synchronized, chorusing lines. “I should ask someone from 1010 to dance with me!”

And the balloon deflated. As did his expression. 1010…? A member from 1010…? His hand was raised slightly, it staying there as May looked lovestruck.

“Uh… nevermind…” he muttered out. His whole world collapsed. His eyes felt watery as she excitedly ran to the band. And then… he was alone. He stared as Rin took her by the waist and dance with her. She was squealing and holding his shoulders.

His heart dropped in his stomach and at the impact, he felt himself shiver. How much more of a fool could he make himself? He wobbly went over to a bench and sat down, hunched down. “... 1010…?” he shuddered. “... God… why am I such… What do they have I don’t?” He looked up to try and answer his own question, which regrettably, was easy to know. “Looks… charm… wittiness… robotic…”

No wonder Mayday asked to dance with them. Zuke felt he shouldn’t be upset. Mayday was happy. That’s all that mattered. But… he couldn’t help it. He felt some tears trail down his cold cheeks, to which he quickly wiped them away and played with his hair. His heart; it stung. It hurt. Why did it hurt so much? He gave a little sniffle, which attracted someone nearby.

Before he knew it, someone sat next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He looked to see Eve giving a concerned expression.

“I know that sniffle from anyone,” she said. “Zuke, what’s wrong?”

Should he even tell her…? Well it didn’t matter the answer, he felt his mouth speak for him so he didn’t have to.

“May… wants to dance 1010…”

Eve looked up at the fiery girl laughing with the band, then back at the sad excuse for a lake. A puddle. It just grew smaller. Even though him and Eve broke up, they remained friends. They went out to cafes a lot and chatted and laughed until their sides hurt. He even still showed interest in her art.

So seeing him like she felt… it hurt. He didn’t deserve to feel the same pain she had. Sure, before, she would’ve relished in this, but he was close to her in a whole new way. Someone to lean on. She scoffed and stood up, crossing her arms.

“And you’re just going to let her?” she asked.

“Well… she likes 1010 and… they are better than me,” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Don’t be a pedestrian,” she scolded slightly. “You KNOW her better than them all combined. You know Mayday.”

“Okay, but I’m not going to take her away from her happiness. She’s clearly happy with-”

“Zuke!” she raised her voice. “Now this is a dance party, not a sulk party! You love her. You need to show you love her! You need to shout it! Make a sculpture and smash it down in the name of love! Now.”

She took his arm and dragged him to the refreshments table, getting him some punch and putting it in his hand. “Drink.”

He sighed and did so. He was thirsty anyway. He finished the cup and was taken aback with Eve thrusted a bouquet of flowers into his arms. “Now, there is a fire that needs water. You both will create a steam to make each heart warm up and yearn for more. Are you going to let this slide?”

“... n-no…” he blinked a bit.

“It sounds like you just want to hand Mayday to 1010 and give up…!”

“I-I don’t…!”

“Then are you going to let this happen!?”

“No!” he shouted, breathing in as Eve pushed him towards the crowd as another love song started.

“Then you go get Mayday. And you love her and never let her go!”

Zuke stared at the crowd, looked at Eve, and smiled.

“Thanks, Nadia…” he chuckled.

“What are friends for?” she giggled. “Now go, shoo shoo.”

He laughed a bit and then put on a brave face. He went to 1010, who were taking turns spinning Mayday until she was nothing but a giggling mess. He felt like he was about to melt watching her, but kicked those feelings aside for now. This was more important. 1010 saw Zuke approaching and smiled, dispersing away. Since they were in the center, the light shined in that spot the most, shading her beautifully. When everyone saw 1010 leave to reveal Mayday, they stared, watching as Zuke walked over, pride in his chest. Every amount he had at least.

Mayday looked up after the world stopped spinning and saw him approaching with flowers.

“Mayday,” he started. “... I… I want…”

She watched him struggle with his words. He could feel his pride start to shrink, but Eve cleared her throat near. He nodded to himself. “May, can I have this dance?”

“... Zuke…?” she blinked in surprise.

“I love you,” he felt his heart flood out, as well as some tears. “And I’ve held it in because… because of so many reasons. I didn’t want hurt you, I didn’t want to make things awkward, I didn’t want to be hurt, I didn’t… I didn’t want to lose you. And maybe I will. Maybe this will ruin everything, but I want to tell how I feel. Mayday, you’re everything to me…!” His face was damp with tears for the second time that night, but he didn’t care who saw this time. “You’re the sun I wake up to every morning and your… your charm, your leadership, your fire, your spirit; it keeps me going…! It always has been…! I follow you because I look up to you, but I want to just take charge this time. N-not in that way! Just… just if you don’t feel the same, it’s fine. It’s your feelings, not mine… and maybe this will be the last time I speak to you because you’ll hate me after this. But I just… I want… one dance…”

The plaza was at a standstill as Zuke felt himself bawl and covering his red face. Some hearts dropped at the sight, but Mayday looked the most upset. How could he feel like this for so long? How long was it even? She quickly went over and took his arms as the flowers dropped from his grip. She wiped some tears away from his face. He looked down at her, ready for pity…

“... you’re such a goofball,” she giggled. She bent down and got a flower, putting it in his dreadlocks. She wiped any remaining tears and pecked him on the nose, giving that oh so bright smile. “I should’ve listened, huh? Zuke… I’d love to dance with you.”

He breathed out a bit raggedy, looking at her and her bright pink flower eyes. She led his hands onto her sides, above her hips, and put hers on his shoulders. “Honestly? 1010 is cool…! But no one could replace my buddy. And… I think… I love you, too.”

“You… think…?” he questioned.

“Well like around you, I wanna puke but in a good way? Not like ‘Ew you’re disgusting’ but like ‘I wanna say I like you, but it might come out as barf.’ And like you’re the only one who can make me smile like this…! So… you know what? Yeah! Yeah, I love you, Zuke! I love you so much!!!”

She said this in a way like announcing it to the world, to which the plaza applauded and cheered, Zam putting on a slow love song. Zuke felt like he was about to pass out, but he fought the urge. He danced slowly with Mayday in a circle, trying to believe this was real.

But the message became clear when May put her head on his chest, pulling him close, looking relaxed. Only one could make water steam… and only one could warm up water. He rested his chin on her head.

“Thank you…” he said lightly.

“Heh… you were the one who admitted it first! I’ve been holding it in for two years!”

“O-oh wow,” Zuke looked down at her with wide eyes. “That’s… a long time.”

“Yeeaaahh maybe, but now… we’re a thing! And we can call it dates when we go out for burgers! Ooooh burgers sound great right now!”

“Heh, well, we can grab some on the way back?” he offered. She squealed and kissed him for the first time that night, energetic as always.

“That sounds awesome!! Also don’t look now, but I think 1010 is super jelly,” she whispered.

“Haha, let them,” he laughed. “Let’s enjoy this night.”

“I already am,” she went back to resting on him. And so, the rest of the night was played out perfectly. The two danced together song after song, resting on a bench to eat snacks, and dance some more. It was no lucky guess that things would be up from now on at this point.

@nsr-simp

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