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Can you make a veneer x reader where reader is supposedly assistant but actually a super famous model/popstar? Velvet and Veneer only realize that their assistant was no ordinary person, (Veneer notices it first) but a celebrity more popular than them (Velvet only realizes when they go to reader's concert that Veneer begged Velvet to go with him) :3 (also reader took the job because they wanted to try having "a normal job" for once and for the possibility of making friends with other popstars) and can we choose our stage names ourselves?

my first request, thank u!!! i love this plot omg…, absolutely >o<

F/S/N : first stage name

L/S/N : last stage name

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• falling for fame •

veneer x FEM!reader

• one shot

• fluff

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“goodnight, Velvet and Veneer.”

you closed the door to their dressing room and

dashed down the hall. you had just finished helping

Velvet and Veneer get un-ready from their

performance, which was absolutely spectacular.

every time you watch them perform you’re taken

away by how they control an audience and how their

aura beams across the room. being their assistant ,

you kind of have to say things like that for appeal, but

you really meant it 99% of the time.

the other the majority of that percentage was from

what you took by watching Venner, though.

whenever you watched him dance and sing and

seem so relaxed, you can’t help but feel the urge to

start moving too.

maybe he was your inspiration when you decided to become your own star.

now out of the building, you hurried down a small

trail behind the overly large structure which led to an

underground neighbourhood that was lightened up

by old bulbs hanging from trees and cheap

streetlights. this place didn’t really have any

meaning , well, of course until you showed up.

you had finally made it to another building , where

you dragged yourself to your own dressing room.

after running up many stairs, you let your huge work

tote bag down and started undressing, throwing your

robe on as you waited for someone.

knock knock

there she was.

“come in,” you called and the door opened. Georgia,

your own assistant , came through holding clothes in

her arms and lots of small bags. she smiles brightly

at you.

“oh, y/n, thank goodness. i almost thought you

ditched on all of us.” she jokes, putting the outfit

down on your mini sofa beside your vanity which you

sat at. Georgia was a sweet woman, who was a

mother to a small boy, Finn, you had met one or

twice. she was a dream assistant to anyone who

wanted one that didn’t bark or bitch.

“i would never abandon you, Gia. the siblings were

busy today, Velvet wanted extra touch ups and such.”

you explained while Georgia set up curling irons and

laid out makeup brushes. you seen her smile slyly at

you.

“oh, really? it wasn’t because you got caught up

staring holes in the back of her brothers head? huh,

how strange.” she teased you, and you fought back a

huge smile that threatened to take up your whole

face.

“sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.” you

murmur, trying to hide the embarrassment in your

voice, but obviously failing.

you sort of wished Veneer would show up, if only he

knew. you weren’t sure WHY he didn’t know,

Velvet either, considering you were popular enough

for plenty of people to know about.

you tried to shrug it off, but you still felt weird about

it. you guessed they had better things to worry

about, that wasn’t you.

( performance ref pictures for anyone that wants them, if not then imagine to your hearts content )

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Meanwhile…

“goodnight, Velvet and Veneer.”

you closed the door, and Veneer bit the inside of his

cheek.

“i wonder where she goes after her shifts.” he

wonders out loud, crossing his arms. Velvet looks at

him like he said something out of pocket, and she

scoffed.

“hm, well, i don’t really give a shit. she can do what

she wants, can’t she?” she said in a snarky tone,

gathering her things together and throwing her now

free hair into a loose ponytail. you did an amazing job

with being able to get all of the product out of their

hair , and Veneer only noticed how flawless it was

now.

Velvet headed towards the door and looked back at

Veneer.

“i’m heading home, Ven. you following ?” she asked,

raising an eyebrow. Veneer was still staring at the

door from when you walked out, but he looked at

Velvet and smiled.

“yeah, eventually. go on, i’ll get a ride later.” he

replied. Velvet kind of gave a side eye to a fake

camera and shrugged. “mkay.. ciao.” she closed the

door on her way out.

Veneer waited a second. two. three.

he scrambled, threw on a pullover hoodie and bolted

out the door, following after you.

he panicked half the time, hoping that he looked like

a janitor on his way home from his shift , and frankly

he did. he followed you out of the building and down

the strange path that he didn’t even knew existed,

but he tried not to question it.

he made sure not to get too close , but also not too

far away, not because he was afraid of losing sight of

you, but also to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt.

now he saw what he walked into, a beautiful

underground neighborhood that almost looked like a

child’s dream treehouse. he was so taken aback that

he lost sight of you and began to panic. you

vanished in thin air, and he almost turned around to

run. but then he started hearing music, from a stage

from the middle of the grounds.

“what…” he whispered. he began walking towards it.

it took him a few minutes to get there, and when he

did, loads of people started flooding the ground, and

he became afraid of people recognizing him. he

pulled the hood further up but made sure to keep his

eyes on the stage. but it just got worse from there.

he could’ve swore the ENTIRE neighborhood was

flooded with people; 3x the crowd that Veneer and

Velvet get. Veneer began to over think.

‘Vel wouldn’t be happy about this…’ he thought to

himself, and he was about to leave again, when all

the lights on stage went off. people began cheering

and screaming as the sound of footsteps tapped on

the stage. the lights came back on, and Veneer seen

a tall lady standing at the front of the stage in a suit

holding a microphone

“you’ve all been waiting long enough! please welcome our loved, F/S/N L/S/N to the stage!”

more cheering commenced and Veneer was getting

confused. he certainly didn’t know that name. that

was until the lady left the stage and someone else

took the lead behind her.

Veneer froze.

“oh my god.” he said out loud. you appeared at the

front of the stage, backup dancers behind you. you

posed with confidence and gazed the crowd like you

owned it. he stood and stared like that’s what he was

born to do.

it was a magnificent performance.

As much as he adored Velvet and everything

she did was better than what anyone else

could do, he couldn’t say the same thing

right now.

he gazed and was lost in a trance; at the

way you danced, sung like you were holding

in a voice of gold since you were born and

controlled the audience with every striking

belt. this was probably the best show

Veneer has ever seen, and his heart

squeezed, wondering how this girl he swore

he knew ended up being someone

completely different.

after your performance, Veneer felt as if something

apart of him bloomed. that was all he needed to see

to feel complete. his supposedly normal assistant

was actually a pop star that he casually never knew

about ?

he wanted to go see you. he wanted to run backstage

and ask a million questions, but he knew he couldn’t.

not right now. instead, he ran off somewhere where

people weren’t and pulled out his phone and dialled

Velvet. she picked up after a few rings.

“what Veneer.”

“hi sis, uhm, were you AWARE that y/n, our

ASSISTANT, is a pop star???”

there was silence.

“…what the hell are you talking about? also where are

you??”

“listen, vel, i….i followed y/n here. i was curious of

her outside life and i accidentally discovered that

she’s super famous , and i kid you not that she’s

almost as famous as WE ARE. i’m bringing you here

tomorrow.”

“uhm. sure.” she sounded unsure.

“okay. i’m coming home.” he hung up and looked at

the stage one last time before leaving.

the next day…

after a long day of Veneer struggling to hide the face

that he knew about your “secret” , the time finally

came for Veneer to bring Velvet to your show. he

stood anxiously in their dressing room, picking at his

hands and clearing his throat repetitively. Velvet

noticed this as she was packing her things.

“uhm, what’s up with that? you’re the one that

wanted to bring me to her in the first place.” she

questioned, putting a hand on her hip as she

examined her brothers anxious gestures.

Veneer looked at her and suddenly stopped, running

his fingers through his hair.

“i-i don’t know what you’re talking about. let’s go?”

he tried to change the conversation. Velvet would’ve

protested but she kind of wanted to get this over

with, but of course she had to throw in a remark.

“you like her.”

Veneers heart pumped furiously as the thought was

put in his head.

“no. well.. no! velvet.” he became embarrassed by her

comment and suddenly wanted to disappear. she

laughed.

“you’re really bad at hiding your feelings. i’m your

sister, i would know.” she smirked and opened the

door. “move it.”

he shook his head and went out the door, Velvet

closing it behind him.

Veneer guided his sister to the underground tunnel-

ish place and she grimaced with her voice.

“oh my god, it’s like, damp in here. ew.” she

complained, pulling at the sweater that she wore.

Veneer wasn’t really listening. he was eagerly looking

around, wondering if he would spot you out and

about, hoping to have a conversation before you

performed.

they made themselves to the pit of the arena,

ushering off to the side so people wouldn’t look at them.

“it’s off putting that no one has noticed us yet.

almost upsetting,” Velvet said.

“maybe it’s the fact we don’t have three tubs of gel in

our hair right now?” Veneer replied, not meaning to

sound like a hard-ass but coming off as it anyway.

Velvet scoffed. “shut it.”

that’s when the people started flooding in, and

Velvets face went shocked.

“holy shit,” she whispered , looking around

frantically.

“there’s no way this is for y/n. she has ten times more

people than we do! ugh!” she became upset and

veneer blew air in his cheeks.

“that’s..what i told you.” he whispered to himself and

looked to the stage.

when the hundreds of people finally stopped coming,

Veneer knew this was the time. he could barely wait.

he was basically shaking in his boots, eager to see

you. to see you dance and steal the shine of the

stars. he couldn’t help but see you as the moon.

then, the lights went off,and Veneer nearly shrieked.

he felt like a fanboy to his own assistant; and he

didn’t know how to feel about that.

the announcer came on again, and that’s when the

lights came back on and he could see you, there,

with a gorgeous outfit and stunning makeup that

made you seem intimidating. he could’ve cried at

how beautiful you were, his heart throbbed in his

chest as he just wanted to climb on stage and join

you; steal your own show but make you the main

attraction.

Veneer was getting caught up with his thoughts the

entire performance, and the look on his sister’s face

was priceless. he couldn’t really tell if it was jealousy,

admiration or a combination of both. but in this

moment, he didn’t care what she thought , all he

wanted to do was watch and admire you.

there was a split moment when you were near the

edge of the stage, singing effortlessly like you always

do, and made direct eye contact with veneer.

the whole world stopped for both of you. Veneer was

lost in your eyes, you were clueless of why he was

here, but that butterfly feeling started in the pit of

your chest. you kept singing , didn’t miss a single

word, and carried on.

Veneer felt his face flush as he continued to stare like

a fool.

after another ground breaking performance, the

applause roared across the entire plot and you gave a

bow, giving Veneer a final look and thanking

everyone in your mic. heading backstage , Veneer

held the urge to run back as well, but he looked to

Velvet.

she was already looking at him, and her expression

was…soft.

“go, Ven.” she said, motioning her head towards the

backstage entrance.

he smiled at her. “thank you vel.”

he ran to the backstage, being able to sneak past the

guards and past the red curtains.

he stopped to look around and saw you stepping off

the stage stairs. you looked at each other.

‘she’s so beautiful in the dark.’ he thought to

himself, walking towards you and your mouth parted.

“veneer,” you started, trying to get words out of your

mouth while shaking your head. “you..you knew?

how? you brought velvet ?? why…why?” so many

thoughts came blurting out and Veneer took your

hand.

“i always knew. i knew you pursued something,

you’re the type of girl to do that.” he looked at you

with kind eyes, and you swallowed with a dry mouth.

“i..” you stopped, taking a deep breath, looking away

and looking back. “thank you, for showing up. that meant more than you really know. i didn’t tell in fear of trying to out run you and Vel. i’m sorry,” you explained, a slight panic in your voice, but Veneer sealed your worries with a gentle kiss to your hand.

“let me support you y/n. i want this for both of us.”

his words had an effect on your heart and you smiled

warmly. you brought his and your hand to your heart.

“ yeah. just you and me. oh, well, Velvet too.” both of

you shared a laugh.

FLASH

a bright light came from the backstage entrance ,

and paparazzi and kid ritz stood there with shocked

expressions on their faces.

“oh.” you both said in unison.

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a/n: AHHH IDK IF THIS WAS TOO LONG OR NOT IM CHARACTER FOR VENEER HELP 😞 i apologize if this sucks lol but i had fun making it 💗 tysm for the support lately i love all of you + my dms are always open if any of u need a friend ! requests are open always unless said otherwise <3

[emmies-agere]

OKAY i feel greedy for asking for a few things buuuut,,, can i request a oneshot with little!kai monteago, and cg!damon maitsu? maybe with like, nap time, cause kai is sleepy,,,

no other specifications, whatever you feel ^_^

(i’m a kai fictionkin and i go absolutely wild for me x damon ,,)

hi anon! don’t feel greedy at all, i’m so sorry this took me so long ^^" i hope this is to your liking!! thank you for requesting and have a wonderful day <3

“Kai, x does not equal 17. I regret to inform you that 19-4 is not 17,” Damon said sarcastically, pointing to Kai’s answer with his pencil.

The two of them were studying together in Damon’s dormitory for a math exam tomorrow. It had been going fairly well, despite Kai lacking a general sense of what he was doing. But it wasn’t going poorly.

Well, that was until Kai yawned, pushing his paper away.

“‘M sleepy.”

Damon raised an eyebrow at his slurred speech, yet chalked it up to either boredom or genuine tiredness.

“Well, too bad. We have to study. What’d you get on #8?”

“Nuh uh… Don’t wanna…” Kai frowned, huffing and crossing his arms.

Damon blinked, and suddenly, it clicked. The slurred speech, the passionate disinterest in math (even though that was normal), and the subtle rocking he’d began to do in his seat.

Oh. Kai was regressed.

Damon cleared his throat awkwardly, sliding his own paper to the side and turning to face Kai.

“I see…” He said, “You don’t want to do math, huh?”

“Nuh uh. Wanna go to bed,” Kai whined.

“Okay, okay,” Damon raised his hands up defensively, though a small smile had formed on his lips, “Let’s get you to bed, then. Do you want me to take you to your dormitory?”

Kai chewed thoughtfully on his lower lip, before looking back over to Damon with pleading eyes.

“I stay with you?”

Damon nodded, standing up from his chair.

“Yeah, sure. You need to do anything before bed?”

“Uh huh. Need to get my stuffie,” Kai explained seriously, and Damon was aware he would not sleep without it, “A-And then ‘m gonna go make milk. Strawberry milk.”

Damon tilted his head. Honestly, he did not trust Kai to not make a mess.

“Hey, how about I make the milk, kiddo?” He offered, “You can go get your stuffie while I do.”

Kai’s eyes lit up.

“Really? You do that for me?”

“Yeah. Go get what you need,” Damon told him, following in his footsteps as Kai dashed out of the room.

Damon headed to the kitchen, grabbing a cup with a lid and filling it with milk. He then poured some strawberry syrup into it, stirring it up and clasping the lid back on.

Once he had returned to his dormitory, Kai was sitting there on his bed, swinging his legs with a cat plushie in his arms.

His eyes lit up as soon as Damon entered the room, and he immediately reached for the cup.

“Are you going to be able to drink this without spilling it? Or do you need help?” Damon inquired as he sat next to him.

“Don’ need help,” Kai huffed dramatically, snatching the cup and beginning to drink it.

Damon chuckled, allowing Kai to lay down and get comfortable. He pulled at a nearby blanket on his bed, gently covering Kai with it.

“What do you want me to do? You want a story?” He tilted his head pointedly to the bookshelf against his wall. It was mostly filled with textbooks or classics, but at the bottom, a few picture books were aligned neatly together.

Kai chewed absentmindedly on his lower lip, a hint of hesitance in his expression.

“U-Uh,” He frowned, “Y-You just stay with me? Hold me, maybe?”

For the briefest moment, Damon felt a warmth pool in his chest, and he would have dared to say it was affection. A small smile formed on his face.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure. C’mere.”

Kai shuffled over to Damon, resting his head against his shoulder and allowing him to wrap an arm around him. Humming comfortably, he snuggled closer.

“‘Night night,” Kai murmured drowsily.

Damon pulled him ever so slightly closer, carefully taking the empty cup of strawberry milk that had begun to fall from Kai’s hands.

“Goodnight, kiddo. Sweet dreams,” He said fondly.

They could study later. Right now, Kai was endlessly more important to him.

[sivellevossen]

Just an Act

~part six~

Prompt: You and Sebastian broke up following the events of 5th year. Now it is 7th year, you and Ominis are together and all seems well… until you and Sebastian are casted as lovers in a play.

Part One, Part Two, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 *completed*

*7th Year*

Your mind had been plagued by Sebastian as the next few days went on. Everyone had gotten their scripts to study and the directors worked on director stuff. Although Ominis was one of the directors, you were too busy studying to really understand what was happening behind the scenes. However, your busy schedules never interfered with your nightly study dates. You always found yourself cuddled up in the library with him after curfew, enjoying the calmness of each other’s presence.

“So your outting with Sebastian.. did he mention anything?” Ominis asked, combing through your hair with his hand. He had been dying to know, but didn’t want to come off as suspicious or foreceful. He had no reason not to trust you, it was just that Sallow had a way with his words mixed with his own anxieties and self doubts.

“Actually it all went smoothly surprisingly, we both acted as if nothing ever happened…but nothing really went beyond surface level chatter.” You smiled, turning on his lap so that you were looking up at him

“I see..” Ominis replied. Truthfully, he had been nervous Sebastian mentioned the few counts of blackmail Ominis had faced him with. Ominis knew the weeks after your breakup that you wanted to try again with Sebastian or at the very least maintain friendship. But, Ominis felt as though Sebastian didn’t deserve to be in your life (and you were finally his). Ominis couldn’t let you go after finally saving you. To your knowledge, Sebastian willingly fell off the face of the earth, and intentionally ignored you. His lack of caring is what helped you really give up and move on.

“I think he’s changed Ominis..” You stated, studying his face to see his reaction. You would’ve loved to have your trio again and enjoy your last year all together.

“Dove… you know how Sallow is, I wouldn’t get your hopes up…plus what would your girls do without you..” Ominis shook his head, hoping his response was good enough to shut down your thoughts.

“I suppose..” You didn’t really have a good reply. He had a point, those two were your best friends now, and it would be extremely selfish for you to dump them for Sebastian…your ex boyfriend.. Ominis was pleased, smiling slightly as he reached down and placed a light kiss on your forehead.

“Little Dove its getting late, perhaps I should walk you down to the common room?” He smiled, stroking your hair one last time before you nodded. You two snuck through the halls of the castle as usual, hand in hand. He loved being able to put his heart and trust in your hands. As your adventure came to an end, you hugged him and stood on your tip toes to kiss him goodnight.

“Sweet dreams MC.” He whispered before you two went separate ways into your rooms.

~~Next Morning: Rehearsal~~

Today was the day you and Sallow took to the stage! You had read your lines, noticing that both yours and his ended abruptly. Although that was strange, you didn’t think much of it.. Ominis and Natty were seated in front of the stage together, intently listening and watching what was going on around them. As everyone was waiting for the Professor to show up, Sebastian came over to talk to you…. Little did you know, this man had been waiting for the next moment you two would be able to interact,

“MC, how’s it going with your lines?” He smiled, sitting next to you on the stage. Ominis immediately looked up at the sound of your name, paying close attention to you two. MC looked dashing that day, and Sebastian couldn’t help but fall guilty to wandering eyes. He so desperately wanted to be close again, or even have a chance to redeem himself and show you he was a changed man.

“Great actually! Our characters are so funny!” You smiled looking up at him, “how about—“

“Goodmorning actors and actresses!” The Professor shouted, bursting through the auditorium door. The cast and crew all replied with a mass response. All of your attention was focused on the Professor as she sat down next to Ominis and Natty,

“Today is officially the first day of rehearsal! I hope you have all been studying! And I hope some of you have been able cut through the tension!~” She smiled, eyes darting over to the two of you. A blush instantly painted both yours and Sebastian’s cheeks. You two glanced at each other, locking eyes immediately before turning away, the blush growing redder. Ominis shifted in his chair slightly, knowing what she had been implying.

“On with it!” She smiled after working out some minor kinks with the rest of the crew. You and Sebastian began rehearsing. You could tell he made sure to memorize every single line to the best of his ability, only messing up a handful of times. You reciprocated with the same accuracy of lines. You two had so much chemistry on stage, and you could tell the Professor was ecstatic. Ominis’s mood had gone sour quickly, hearing your laughs and knowing they were genuine. He could only imagine how Sebastian felt, probably like he was winning. In Ominis’s mind, there was no way this boy was purely innocent, and he happened to be right.

You two got to a point where you and Sebastian were standing close, your hands in his. Sebastian’s heart was pounding at this point, only wishing this was real and not acting.. this may be the only time he will ever be able to be this close to you again, and he made sure to savor every moment.

“Professor..” You started, breaking eye contact with Sebastian and pulling him out of his trance, “There’s no more lines..” you continued, breaking your hands away from his and holding up the script. The professor broke out into an excited smile,

“Yes! I was waiting for this moment! The play ends with a kiss!” She boasted, looking around the room for reactions. Everyone was thrilled and cheering except for 6 specific students. MC, Sebastian, Ominis, Octavia, Natty, and Poppy.

Your mind was all over the place. How could you possibly do that?! For one, you weren’t sure how you felt for Sebastian, and two it would destroy Ominis, and you knew that. Your face instantly went red, looking straight at the floor worried to give the wrong reaction to anyone.

Sebastian’s heart started pounding, yet was instantly met with guilt. He selfishly took this role to get closer to MC, yet now that it was happening he felt bad for his girlfriend, and even Ominis. Although Ominis had the girl of his dreams and he was so desperately wanting her back, he knew it was unfair for him. He didn’t even know how you felt. All of these thoughts made him feel even worse about his excitement and feelings towards MC.

Ominis also looked straight down, clenching his fists to suppress a more visible and reactive outburst. How could he let this happen?! What was worse is he knew Sebastian’s feelings toward this news, and it made him even angrier. How was he supposed to sit through and direct this play knowing the impending doom waiting for him. And why was everyone here so happy?! Was there something he couldnt pick up on due to his lack of sight?! His anger was quickly replaced with anxiety.

Octavia was pissed. That was supposed to be HER. Never mind the fact word travels fast in Hogwarts, and today was the same day she found out about the history between her boyfriend and this girl. She angrily threw the prop in her hand and stormed out.

Poppy initially cheered, oblivious to everything. It took Natty’s gentle elbow to make her realize what was really happening. Both instantly exchanging looks and going quiet.

“We’re saving that for our premiere!” The professor continued, accepting all the cheers and praises, oblivious to the real drama unfolding right in front of her. Rehearsal was done for the day after her big announcement, and everyone joined her to Hogsmeade for lunch except the six of you. Ominis instantly ran off, hyperventilating and freaking out. You chased after him while Sebastian chased after his own girlfriend.

“Ominis wait!” You called, running after him and following him to an empty hallway. He hesitated to stop, but kept walking, he couldnt even think straight right now. His heart and mind all over the place, his worst nightmare coming true. “Omi!” You called again, catching up to him and grabbing his arm. He stopped for you, turning to face you and you could see the tears glossing over his milky eyes.

“I..” He stared before you immediately pulled him into a hug. “It’s okay.” You reassured. He didn’t hug back, letting his hands fall to his sides. You were taken back by his reaction. He pulled away, wiping a stray tear that fell..

“MC… i can’t right now..” He sighed, voice cracking. Your heart broke as he turned away.

~

“Octavia!” Sebastian shouted, more annoyed than concerned for having to deal with this. Octavia was in the common room, absolutely fuming.

“Sebastian! How fucking dare you!” She shouted back, causing a scene for everyone present.

“Okay first of all, calm down.” He hushed, pulling her into one of the halls.

“Calm down?! Sebastian Sallow, did you forget to mention along the way that the girl your ‘acting’ with is your ex girlfriend?!” She shouted again. Sebastian internally rolled his eyes and sighed. Before he could even get a word in she continued, “You know, I thought you were actually interested in this play?! I noticed you were distant these past few days but assumed it was because you were serious about the play. Damn Sallow.” She ranted.

“Octavia—“ He started before she shook her head and stormed off. He let out the biggest, most annoyed sigh ever and turned. Just as he turned, he saw Ominis storming down the hallway as well, obviously a mess.

“Fuck….” Sebastian muttered before exiting the common room.

~~

You didn’t know where to go..you always spent the nights with Ominis in the library but this time he wasnt there. You made sure to check just in case, but your corner was left sad and empty. Shaking your head, you found yourself wandering the castle alone. You hadn’t spent a night alone in months, you had all this time and didn’t know what to do..and the last place you wanted to be was your dorm, listening the the gossip spread.

You ended up in the Astronomy Tower. You sat alone on the floor, looking up at the stars and listening to the wind. The last thing you wanted to do was think, but you ended up lost in your thoughts very quickly. You were quickly startled, hearing the door opening and turned around instantaneously.

Sebastian..

“MC…” He started, his initial aggravated demeanor quickly dissipating.

“Sebastian..” You replied, turning back around to the sky.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, not sure exactly what to say. He knew why you were here, but didn’t want to seem like he was monitoring your situation.

“Don’t play dumb” You called him out, cracking a small smile before patting the ground next to you, urging her to come sit. He hesitantly joined you, looking up at the stars. “I assume you’re here for the same reason?”

“Something like that..” He trailed off, “Octavia is… less than happy..”

“Ominis is the same way..” You added, biting your lip. As you both fell quiet, Sebastian realized the situation he was faced with.. You two were alone, it was quiet, and there was no possibility of someone interrupting you. And the mood seemed just right.

“MC.. I’m sorry for everything..” Sebastian started after a period of silence, “From fifth year to now.. I’m sorry…” He sighed, fidgeting with his fingers as he continued looking up at the stars, refusing to look your way.

“Sebastian…” You started, feeling your heart strings tighten, “We were both kids..we didn’t even know what we were doing with the dark magic..you can’t blame yourself for that… and this play, we didn’t know what we were getting into..” You started before chuckling slightly, “I guess history repeats itself huh?” You smiled, turning to look up at him. The moon lit up his face beautifully, perfectly defining and highlighting his features. He let out a small laugh, shaking his head in exaggerated disbelief, “Seriously..” You blushed slightly before looking down,

“Can I ask you something?” You ask, this time, you were the one fidgeting with your fingers.

“Of course..” He smiled, putting a hand over yours in efforts to reassure and calm you down. Your fingers immediately felt like they were on fire

“Why did you disappear after that day?..Did you really not care?” You bit your lip in preparation for his response, ready to accept the harsh reality..

Sebastian’s eyes immediately widened before frantically shaking his head, “What?! No of course not, I love— loved you!” He spit out frantically, immediately turning his head to face you, making intense eye contact,

“Ominis…Ominis told me you wanted nothing to do with me.. and he told me I better stay away and respect you if I didn’t want to find myself in Azkaban.. What?! MC, I promise you that all I had wanted was to fix things… I— I even stopped using the dark arts in hopes to bring you back to me..” He poured his heart out all at once. Your eyes widened, your heartbeat quickening at everything he had just said. Had Ominis been lying to you?! Is this why he was so nervous about you and Sebastian being together? What the bell was going on…

“Ominis… no..no he wouldn’t..” You said in disbelief, tears welling up in your eyes as your heart began to shatter. Sebastian quickly noticed and put an arm around you, pulling you into his side. The warmth and once familiar scent comforting you.

“MC… I would never hurt you like that… I thought you knew that.. I just wanted what was best for you! And then.. you looked so happy..” He started, trying to comfort you while also being in shock himself. Ominis. He could’ve had you, gotten you back if it wasn’t for his best friend. What a sneaky little—

“Merlin…” You sighed, a few tears escaping. You never doubted Ominis, and now you were so confused about the events from the past two years, was all of the hurt for nothing? What was even real and not planned out and fabricated..? Sebastian’s mind was running through the same thoughts as yours, a long silence surrounding you as you leaned into his touch… its the only thing that currently felt real..

The stars continued to shine as you both searched your minds and hearts for the right answers. You never left his side, finding comfort in his embrace. While he found comfort in your presence alone.. you felt safe with him.. You both knew nothing needed to be said, mutually understanding how you both felt. You two stayed together until the sun started to peak through the dark sky.

“I suppose we should head back…” You started, looking up at the man who stayed with you all night.

“I suppose so..” he sighed. Your time was over, and who knew if you’d ever get this time together again. You both stood up, giving each other a sad smile and wave before parting ways..

A/N: Um…. So who do we want as endgame ?!?!?! I initially wanted Ominis but Sebastian~~~!! IDK!! Help!

[angelofviscera]

every night I rapidly refresh my dash like a maniac so I can comment on murphs goodnight tunes post and wish her sweet dreams and tell her I love her <3

[castielsprostate]

Please say goodnight every night!!!!<3, you've done it the last 2 nights and it's so dam comfy coming home from work (I work a late shift) and scrolling though my dash and seeing your day in reverse starting at you saying goodnight

Have a great night and sweet dreams!!!

aw anon 🥺🥺🥺🥺 good morning !!!! i do try to say goodnight every night!! but sometimes i hit post limit sjsjsjs but!! i do try <3<3

[ishouldsleepbut]

goodnight to all my moots, i hope you have sweet dreams and are able to sleep through the night

goodnight to all my followers, i hope your pillow is always cold tonight no matter what side

goodnight to anyone who's ever seen me on their dash, i hope you're able to sleep without remembering some embarrassing memory from 5 years ago

have a wonderful evening all of you and don't worry

tomorrow will be better <3

[2truehearts]

ill look for the fic more but goodnight dash <3 sweet dreams and sleep well (or have a great day) !!

[joinmetoexploretexas]

15 Songs to Spark Joy and Kick Off Your 2025 Right

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Howdy, y’all! As we step into 2025, why not set the tone for the year and make some lifestyle adjustments with a playlist that’s as inspiring and heartfelt as the Lone Star State?

From Cody Johnson’s to Dylan Scott’s, this list of 15 songs will help you start the new year with joy, love, and a dash of Texas magic.

Cody Johnson … A Texan Heartbeat

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1. “Dear Rodeo”: This heartfelt ballad reminds us to embrace challenges and keep moving forward.

2. “On My Way to You”: Everything is possible when we pursue our dreams, accept twists and turns that shape our lives and the journey we share.

3. “’Til You Can’t”: A motivational anthem that encourages us to seize every opportunity and cherish the present, to never give up until we have achieved our full potential.

4. “That’s Texas” : A proud homage to the Lone Star State, this song will fill your heart with Texas pride and remind you why you love it so much.

Brett Young … Love and Light

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5. “Goodnight Into Good Morning”: From evening reflections to hopeful mornings, good enough for setting an optimistic tone for the year and making the most of every day.

6. “In Case You Didn’t Know”: A timeless love ballad that’s perfect for reconnecting with loved ones, expressing our love and appreciation for those we cherish.

7. “Say Less”: With its smooth rhythms and uplifting lyrics, this track is a reminder to express our feelings and needs with simplicity, clarity and confidence.

Luke Combs … Deep and Meaningful

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8. “Forever After All” : This song celebrates lasting love and enduring commitment, celebrating togetherness, and nurturing relationships.

9. “In Case I Ain’t Around”: A touching narrative about cherishing time and memories with those we love, it’s a reminder to live with intention.

Blake Shelton … Texan Charm and Friendship

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10. “Texas”: The Lone Star State’s unique culture and spirit ! … She’s probably in Texas.

11. “Friends”: This upbeat tune inspires us to cherish the importance of true friendship.

Dylan Scott … Reflections

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12. “You’d Think I Was a Cowboy”: it’s okay to embrace our individuality and pursue our passions.

13. “New Truck”: Fresh starts and new beginnings.

14. “My Girl”: A sweet song that celebrates love and the unique bond we share and an invitation to always prioritize the relationship.

15. “Lay Down with You”: This song is a gentle reminder to slow down and appreciate life’s little moments, embrace intimacy and connection in relationships.

This isn’t just music, each track reflects a story, a memory, or a moment to cherish.

Do not hesitate to share your 2025 ‘’Special Playlist” ! 😊

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[2005noroithecurse]

Hiiii just wanted to thank you for always filling the dash with such cute and positive posts! Ily goodnight! 🫶🏼

hi hi omg ur so sweet!! <3333 ily too I hope u have cute dreams & a great day tomorrow anon :3

[chil2de]

ohoho, i dare you to write something soft for toji. we know he's all about that good pussy and kinky sex, but i genuinely believe that he gets softer and more vulnerable for his partner and only them <333 because listen, he's been through some shit, someone give him some cuddles and some love

it’s canon that toji softened up when he met megumi’s mother and lost his shit when she died so... i live for this with my entire being <3 omfgggg i really have a lot to say about this i could write like three different parts to this because i KNOW that toji can be the biggest softie (this also offsets the top tier filth i’m about to write for toji/megumi so-)

the format is kinda strange on this one, it’s too long to be headcanons but too short for oneshots.. it’s just.. some of my collective thoughts about a slice of what the fushiguro family could’ve been like :) enjoy! lmk if you’re interested to see more / different scenarios

-

the epitome of happiness came in a bundle of blankets with the radiance of a thousand suns and steel blue eyes to boot.

“lemme see him.” toji extended his hands.

after a moments consideration, toji could only stare down at the being with a dumbfounded expression. his eyebrows screwed, scarred lips upturning as he stifled a snort.

“he’s kinda ugly, no?”

“toji!” you guffawed, ogling him with wide eyes and an ‘o’ for a mouth,

“you can’t just say that about our newborn son!”

perhaps that’s when it occurred to him.

our son.

he wasn’t alone anymore.

“megumi.” toji blurted rather abruptly, peering down at the newborn he cradled in his arms.

“we’ll name him megumi.”

toji could hear the little pitter patter of footsteps, no matter how silent megumi thought he was. even in the dead of the night, he wasn’t used to this quiet and peace.

your quiet and gentle snoring sang into his ears, instantly calming him down. his shoulders slumped, muscles relaxing and he reminded himself to take a breath.

through one screwed eye, toji pried his eyelid open when the footsteps ceased to exist just outside your shared bedroom.

he let out a small sigh, lightly smiling to himself in the dark as he carefully clambered out of bed. you stirred, letting out a gentle groan when his weight disappeared from the mattress.

toji curled his hand around the handle, carefully opening it.

“hey.” he whispered softly, crouching down to his three year old’s eye level.

“can’t sleep, buddy?” toji murmured, reaching his fingertips out to soothingly ruffle megumi’s cowlicked hair. megumi shook his head, pouting. one of his small hands trailed a stuffed toy of a white wolf behind him.

“come on. i’ll read you a story, yeah?”

“n-no.. i want to be in the big bed, with mommy.”

“a-and you too..”

toji cocked his eyebrows, features lighting up with delight. he felt like cackling outright, but decided against it.

“you wanna sleep with us tonight?” he combatted the mockery that would have laced his tone. he found it sweet, really.

“yea..”

toji stood up, extending his hand for megumi to hold onto. the small boy wrapped his hand around just one of toji’s fingers, for that’s all he could manage to grab.

“no pushing and shoving, okay? your mom’s been working hard. don’t want her to wake up on the floor.”

megumi giggled at your to-be misfortune, earning a chuckle from toji.

like father, like son.

you can see it clearly now, toji staring down at you with that cocky grin as he snorts whilst megumi attempts to hold in his laughter, refusing to meet your gaze.

toji closed the door shut behind him, leading megumi up to the bed. due to the sheer size of the bed, there would be no way on earth megumi would be able to get up onto the platform. to him, it probably resembled a mountain.

toji carefully grabbed his son by linking his hands underneath megumi’s arms. he gave him a moments warning before gingerly hoisting him up and plopping him down onto the mattress.

“why isn’t my bed so soft?”

“because you’re not old enough, megumi. we’ll get you a nicer one when you’re older.”

“come on. get comfy.”

toji pulled back the blankets enough for megumi to keep warm. because of the drastic size difference, the blankets went up to megumi’s chin. as for toji, they only went up to his waist. it was okay, though. a worthy sacrifice to make for his son.

he pulled megumi in for a kiss on his temples, giving megumi one more head ruffle as he sandwiched in between you and toji.

“goodnight, megumi. sweet dreams.”

funnily enough, it wasn’t just megumi who had the best sleep of his life that night.

-

the pan sizzled audibly, emitting low hisses as you spooned in ladles full of pancake batter.

“what’re you doing?” toji remarked from the doorway, glancing over at you as though it weren’t the most obvious thing in the world; especially based on smell alone.

“this? i’m making pancakes. why?” you creased your eyebrows, glancing over your shoulder at your husband who raised an eyebrow at you indecorously.

he only strode over, broad frame overwhelming yours in an instant as his back clicked into your torso.

“you’re making pancakes at 4pm?”

“you’re complaining?”

“no. go take a seat. i’ll do it.” he stole the spatula out of your nimble fingertips, shooing you away to the dining room.

within a few moments, toji served up a piping hot stack of pancakes at the table. he brought out an assortment of toppings suited to your tastes as well as some hot coffee and a bowl of fruit.

“you know, you make a good woman.” you chortled, taking a bite out of a strawberry.

“you saying i make a better wife than you do? i’m flattered.” he snorted, glancing up at you as he poured you some orange juice.

“oh? where’s megumi?” you inquired through a sip of your beverage, blinking at the empty space at the dining table. by then, he would have come dashing into the dining room for food.

well, perhaps not. he’d say he doesn’t want pancakes, then nonchalantly walk into the dining room before taking a seat and digging in.

“i’ll grab him.” toji stated, getting up to check in on megumi.

you hummed an acknowledgement, waiting for your son at least before properly digging into your food.

“said he’s not hungry.” toji returned promptly, clambering back into his seat.

“you feed him?”

“we had some leftover dog food, so i gave him some of that to eat as a snack.”

“toji!”

“of course i fed him.” toji sneered, scarred lips grinning at you over from the rim of his mug.

“so? tell me about your day.” he asked after a sip of his espresso, leaning his face into his right hand.

as you went on a tangent about some drama at work, toji could singlehandedly say that he didn’t understand over sixty percent of your story- there was one thing that he knew for sure.

that he was thankful this was the life he had chosen.

[starilicious]

ishq wala love (echo x gn!reader)

》 summary: reader comforts an insecure echo after the end of tbb episode 4 "cornered" about having mechanical parts as part of his body.

》 word count: ~2.2k

click here to read on AO3

》 warnings: slight sensory overload, mild panic attack (i think it could be classified as relatively vague in regards to the description), insecure echo about his body, a teensy bit of in universe swearing, lots of flufffff and a dash of angst here and there, no use of y/n [if i should add more warnings, please let me know!]

》 spoilers: extremely mild ones from tbb episode 4 "cornered"

》 a/n: hello! this is my first tbb fic, so i really hope i do the show, the characters, and the fandom justice hehe ^_^ over the past few days, i've become obsessed with tbb fics, particularly the echo x reader ones bc my GOODNESS this man is such a soft bean who deserves all the love in the galaxy. as a result, please enjoy this sleep-deprived frenzy of a fic that i wrote at 1 am and let me know your thoughts! :)

》 misc. notes:

• title of the fic is from the hindi song "ishq wala love" from the film student of the year. i've linked the song (in blue) with some pretty good english translations in case you would like to take a listen, but it isn't necessary for the fic–i just thought it fit well!

• i kind of got way too invested in building up the environment at the beginning, so apologies if it seems like a slow start! i just had to indulge in having the other characters there too <3

• please ignore the inaccuracies of the havoc marauder. i don't really know what the ship looks like, especially the living quarters, so i unintentionally ended up using the ghost from swr to guide my writing for that part.

• what the reader says at the end about the word in love in her native language is true. the language i'm referring to here is hindi, and we have several different words for love. in my very humble opinion, i think it’s one of the many characteristics of the language that makes hindi so sweet-sounding and poetic :)

• THANK YOU FOR 100 NOTES OMG AHHH YOU ALL ARE TRULY AMAZING 😭<333 (7/1/2021)

After Tech piloted the Bad Batch away from Pantora and safely entered hyperspace, you all decided to turn in to get some rest–or at least attempt to. With the bounty hunter scare, you and the boys figured it would be best to discuss what to do tomorrow morning, for Omega’s sake.

You tucked Omega in with her doll and offered her a comforting smile. “Don’t worry ‘Meg,” you said softly, running a gentle hand through her cropped blonde hair. “You’ll be safe, I promise. You’re stuck with us for life.”

Omega smiled sleepily at your teasing and held her arms out for a hug, one which you gladly indulge. “Sweet dreams, love,” you murmur as you let go. You shut off the lamp in her makeshift room and closed the curtains as you climbed down the ladder.

You turned around to find Hunter looking at you from his seat in front of the blinking controls. You raised an eyebrow as you plopped down in front of him unceremoniously, the exhaustion of the action-packed day catching up to you.

"You're good with her," he murmured as you both glanced at the light beige divider and you shrugged in response.

"Just looking out for her. Besides, you're not so bad yourself. She mimics your every move," you grinned. Hunter chuckled fondly as he recalled the memory where they were all stuck in the Kaminoan prison cell and Omega copied his every gesture.

The two of you lapsed in a comfortable silence as you mulled over the day's events, the hum of the ship thrumming beneath your feet.

"We'll be okay. It's tiring and difficult and none of us know how to raise a child, but we'll be okay," you said, breaking the quiet with optimism. You placed a hand on Hunter's shoulder and smiled. "Crosshair will be okay too. Have faith."

Hunter sighed but nodded in agreement as he put his hand over yours. "Goodnight," he said as he stood up, stretching his muscles.

"Sleep well."

You sat at the small table for a few more minutes to think before standing up yourself. You quickly checked in on Tech in the cockpit since he was on watch, and he immediately shooed you away, insisting you get some sleep. You had a feeling he only did so to optimize the ship in peace without distractions.

Nevertheless, you obliged and left him alone. Walking to the back of the ship, you completed your rounds. Wrecker was snoring loudly and you stifled a laugh. At least he was sleeping well–it was all you could ask for really. But frankly, you had no idea how Crosshair was ever able to sleep through it. Thinking about him and seeing his empty bunk made your heart pang in loss, but you were as determined as the rest of them to somehow bring him back. You had to.

You opened the door to Hunter and Tech’s shared room to find Hunter already sleeping soundly and you quickly left. With his enhanced senses, he was already a light sleeper, and compounded with his responsibilities as a leader, he rarely got any rest. You worried for him.

Last stop was your and Echo's room. You stepped in to find the light still on. Echo was sitting on the floor in front of your bunk, staring at the ground.

"Hey there handsome," you joked lightly in an attempt to get his attention and mask your unease. Echo usually only came near your bunk when something was wrong and after everything that happened today, it was safe to say you were concerned.

Echo didn't respond. Did he hear me? You make your way over to your lover and sit down in front of him. You place your hands on top of his.

"Echo, honey?" You said softly and finally finally he looked up at you. Your heart dropped into your stomach.

"Oh, darling," you breathed and you moved to his side to envelop him into a hug, his head resting comfortably in the crook of your neck. You didn’t say anything more–you saw the deep pain swirling in his eyes, the grief, the loss. The anger. You let Echo take the lead; you knew how difficult it was to wrangle raging thoughts and muster them into words.

You didn’t know how much time passed of you two sitting on the floor, breathing each other in before Echo spoke.

“Today… when we went on the supply run, I was dressed as a droid.”

You bit your lip, knowing exactly where this was going. But you didn’t interrupt, letting him continue. Your thumb rubbed absentmindedly on his arm as you listened.

“That vendor we were talking to wouldn't take what we had. And then he saw me,” Echo took a deep breath. You stayed quiet, holding his hand in a manner that you hoped soothed his anxieties at least a little bit.

“Hunter sold me as a droid to him. I-I know he doesn’t see me as a droid. I know that. But–” Echo’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat of the emotion building up. Echo didn’t know how to express what he wanted to say. He didn’t even want to speak it aloud–that would make it feel too real. And Echo severely doubted he could handle the heartbreak. Can I do this?

“Cyar’ika,” he murmured and you hummed in response. Echo pulled away from you, his hand still in yours. Now or never. “I need you to be completely, absolutely, 100% honest with me,” he whispered. Echo steeled his expression, doing his best to hide how terrified he truly was.

You nodded because of course you would be. When were you not?

But the way Echo gazed at you threw you off. Something was wrong, very wrong. You were almost scared of what he would say next, but you made a gesture for him to say what was on his mind. Clearly, this was important.

“Do you really want to be with me when I’m just–” Echo struggled with the last few words and you strained to pick them up with how they caught in his throat. “–a pathetic, disgusting, hybrid machine?” It’s out, I said it. I said it. Echo felt like he couldn’t breathe, the pressure on his chest too much, too much. He stared down at the floor, face flooded with shame.

You stared at him in blatant disbelief, eyebrows furrowed and mouth open from a shocked laugh. No no no Echo. You’re nothing of the sort. You didn’t move. Echo’s breath hitched as he looked back up at you, broken and open and raw.

“Don’t lie, please don’t lie to me. I know there's no way you could ever love me when I… when I look like this,” Echo whispered, but he may as well have shouted with the way the blood was rushing through your ears.

And then something in you snapped.

You removed your hands from his and placed them on his cheeks, pulling him in until your foreheads were touching. “Echo, you need to listen to me,” you instructed and heaved a breath as you tried to sort your own rushing thoughts into articulated words. But the effort was futile as your careful speech turned into a haphazard and passionate stream of consciousness.

His eyes glistened with unshed tears and your heart broke into pieces. Echo gave you all of his attention. What are you going to say? He didn’t want you to agree, but he would understand if you did. Echo felt disgusted with himself. The walls were closing in on him. Breathing was getting harder.

“You are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t give one flying banthashit about any of your mechanical parts. If anyone ever says anything about them, they’re di’kuts and you can send them my way because I will not hesitate to punch some sense into them,” you spat with pure determination, not even noticing the Mando’a slip. After being surrounded by clones for so long, you absorbed bits and pieces of the language. You didn’t even register how Echo picked up on the word, much too focused on getting your point across. You were a person on a mission and nothing would stand in your way.

The knot in Echo’s stomach was loosening a bit, the storm in his mind beginning to break. The walls were a bit farther from him. He wasn’t drowning in his own presence anymore.

“Because you know what? You’re still my Echo. You’re a man, my dear. Not a machine. You never were, and never will be. These parts?” you gestured to his scomp link, his legs, the cybernetic implant in his head. “They mean nothing. Absolutely nothing. Don’t focus on them.”

You smiled sadly as you rubbed your thumbs gently on his cheeks. “I fell in love with you, Echo, not your body. I love the way you make me laugh, the way you comfort me, the way you cry with me. As much as I kriffing hate that you have been through so much pain because of those damned Separatists, I’m grateful for the fact that I’m in love with a man who would do anything for his family, for his brothers.”

A tear slipped down your cheek as you remembered Fives coming back home from the Citadel but no Echo in sight. You would never admit it to anyone, but you swore a piece of you had died that day.

Echo felt like he was going to cry. The pressure that had been building up in his chest was releasing. He could breathe again, slowly, slowly. His only focus was you, was your words. The artificial lights didn’t seem to be as glaring now. They were softer, calmer.

“Echo, my love, even through it all, you not only survived, but you came out on top, victorious,” you paused, briefly overcome with how much love and gratitude you had for this wonderful man. “You came back to me, Echo, and you’re as handsome as ever. I have never stopped loving you, and never will. Don’t you ever forget that darling.”

Echo drew in a shaky breath. The harsh cold of the floor grates was biting into his skin, but he didn’t care. It grounded him as much as your warm touch on his face. He could breathe again. My cyar’ika.

Your fiery and passionate emotional speech came to an end as you stared into your lover’s eyes. There was so much more you could say, but you feared words would not be able to convey it all. You hoped your eyes would be enough to soothe his pained and tired soul.

Silent tears trailed down Echo’s face and you gently brushed them away as you pulled him into a tight hug. It was all you could do to not cry yourself. Echo was always so strong–you admired him for it.

“Thank you,” he whispered, voice thick with appreciation and love. You didn’t say anything. There was no need to. The charged air between you both was enough. The two of you sat in a comfortable silence on the floor of the Havoc Marauder, deep in your own thoughts.

“Ishq wala love,” you muttered fondly after some time, still caught up in your own mind.

“Hm?” Echo questioned, curious as to what you said. The soft sound gently pulled you out of the clouds and back to the man in your arms as you attempted to explain.

“There’s a phrase in my native language, ishq wala love. You see, in Basic, there’s just one word for love, which is love. But back home, we have several different words for love, each with their own subtle, but distinct meaning,” you blew out a breath as you tried to figure out what to say. Echo was hanging on to your every word.

“There’s… there isn’t really a direct translation, but the best I can come up with is that the love that we have, ishq, is much deeper than just romantic love. It’s deep and strong and pure and unyielding. It–it reminded me of us,” you admitted, a bit sheepish. Your fingers dance along Echo’s scomp link, nervous.

Echo took a moment to process your explanation before smiling. You felt your heart stitch itself back together again after seeing that beautiful smile. You would do anything to keep it on his lovely face.

“Ishq wala love,” he echoed, his pronunciation a bit off. You giggled in response. “Close enough,” you teased and Echo simply beamed. You leaned in and planted a chaste kiss on his soft lips, rubbing his metal arm gently.

Echo stood up then, offering a hand to you to help you up. You took it and he led you over to the bunk you shared together. You both quickly climbed in, relaxing in the warmth of the well worn blankets and the other’s presence.

Your head was near his chest and you could hear the soothing dull sound of his steady heartbeat. Your arm curled over his waist protectively and your head rested comfortably on his flesh arm. Echo shut off the light and you were ensconced in black velvety darkness.

“Goodnight, cyar’ika.”

“Sweet dreams, Echo. I’ll be here, waiting for you.”

please consider reblogging! it really helps me and is super encouraging ^_^

[fandomlovingfreak]

Glacial Passion (1/?)

Regulus Black/Reader

Rating: Mature / Explicit (Lemon) 18+ Readers ONLY

Word Count: 3931

MasterList Link I AO3 Link I Wattpad Link 

Summary: Glacial, cold, icy... all words that described Regulus Black's grey eyes. Was there truly no emotion behind those eyes, or did a caring man exist beneath? Could she defrost those glacial eyes?

Disclaimer: Regulus Black (Walburga Black, Orion Black, and Sirius Black) is a character from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling. Reader or y/n is not owned by Rowling. This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

Notes: Should be maybe 2-3 chapters. It’s a mini series! I’ve never even thought to write Regulus content so I hope this is good! I enjoyed writing it. I want him to go from cold pureblood quiet boy to a more “loving” person. I hope that translates in the next few chapters.

Enjoy

"(Y/n) Raynott will be your bride," Walburga says matter-a-factly. Having been used to his parents making decisions for him his entire life, Regulus doesn't argue with the announcement. The indifference he wears well masks the annoyance he feels.

"We will arrange for the ceremony to take place soon."

His eyes dart up to his mother, "I have not met miss Raynott."

Walburga waves her hand dismissively, "dear, that is not  necessary  for a wedding."

It sort of is , he thinks to himself. He doesn't dare vocalize his displeasure. Orion looks between the two, too disinterested in the whole affair to give his opinion. Hell, he probably had something to do with the match.

"You'll have plenty of time to acquaint yourself with your wife when you are married."

Regulus looks towards the parlor window. The sky is grey, with storms passing over since the morning. A perfect reflection of his mood.

***

Mother fusses over my dress. "You need to look presentable. The Black family is respectable; they want a proper young woman,  who has been raised as you have , to be the perfect wife for their son."

The sudden betrothal has me in a state of shock. I hadn't thought my parents would do this without my permission... without telling me! 

"We will solidify the engagement tonight and choose the date." Mother continues to prattle on. "Probably in the next months. How exciting, isn't it (y/n)?"

"Yes, ma'am."  Lies.

***

Regulus straightens his shirt collar in his bedroom mirror. Grey eyes stare back at him, devoid of emotion. 

It'll be fine.

"Regulus!" His mother's shrill voice echoes through the house, "come down this instant! The Raynott's will be here soon."

Regulus takes another look at himself in the mirror before making his way down to stand by his parents. His mother nitpicks his person for a minute before she restrains herself. Not pleased with him completely but satisfied enough to let it go for now.

A knock sounds on the door, causing Kreacher to make a mad dash to the door to greet the guests. The house-elf leads the family of three towards them.

The first glimpse of the woman he'll be tethered to… He could admit she was pretty. She probably was very pretty. All he could focus on is the anxious tightness of her lips.

***

Dinner is a quiet affair. I don't talk, not to Regulus, or my parents, or the couple who will soon be my in-laws. I don't know if I could talk if I tried.

Walburga and Orion look pleased. Probably enthralled to have picked out such a meek and obedient wife for their son.

Their son , who has stolen glances at me the entire dinner but hasn't let a word fall from his lips.  His rather shapely lips.

He was handsome; I could acknowledge that. Not that it helped in the situation I've found myself in. No, his good looks  did not  make me happy to be stuck with him.

"Have we thought about potential dates?" Orion asks, taking a sip of his wine.

Father looks at mother, "Possibly in the next few months--" Mother is interrupted by Mistress Black, who makes a disapproving noise in the back of her throat.

"Nonsense. Next Tuesday will do just fine."

I nearly choke on my wine.  Next Tuesday?

"That could work as well," Father looks at me, "how does that sound, Sweetheart." I want to roll my eyes. How dare he call me some loving pet name as he was marrying me off.

"That-- It is fine." I look up at Regulus. Unreadable as ever.

"What do you think, Regulus?" Mistress Black turns her attention to her son.

Regulus glances my way, blinking slowly, "the sooner, the better."

**

Days fly by, finally arriving at the day he was to be married.

Married.

It didn't sound quite like it should be a word that describes him. Regulus never assumed his parents would find him a match at his age. Nearly twenty now, his parents had suddenly decided he had his fair share of bachelorhood. 

Orion had taken him to his first brothel at the age of seventeen, intentions being his son would learn the art of procreation early on and get any foolish actions out of the way. Some of his best and worst moments had been in his father's favorite whorehouse. 

Orion clearly believed his education in whoring should be satisfactory by now. The bloodline was to be his mission next.

'Mission' was harsh. He didn't want his wife to feel like the women he had slept with were in preparation for this match. He wasn't the perfect man, he could admit that, but the last thing he wanted to do was make this girl believe she was being used for his pleasure and creating the next heir.

There was truth in her being the vessel for his line, but he hoped she could see he did not intend on treating her like such. Regulus did not know (y/n), doubted he could ever love her,  even with time , but she was to be his wife. The next Mistress Black. She should be happy. If they could not share mutual happiness like a couple ought to, he would try to make her happy in  different  ways.

Merlin knew his presence alone would not make her happy. Regulus was a cold man; he didn't share sweet moments or loving smiles. He would never promise to kiss her goodnight or hold her hand in public. It just wasn't who he was. But he could try not to make her completely miserable. And he hoped that would be enough for (y/n). 

It would have to be enough.

***

I feel numb as I stand in front of the long mirror in the white dress I didn't want. It wasn't ugly; I just wasn't the one to choose it. Which fits perfectly with the day's mood. Wearing the dress I didn't pick to marry the man I didn't pick.

Poetry.

I sigh loudly as mother walks into the room. She squawks about how beautiful I look in the dress  she picked.

"Thank you," my voice is so quiet I can barely hear myself.

"Where is that veil..." mother searches around my packed things for the long organza veil. Finally, she locates it. 

"Come sit so I can place it in your hair. Hurry now. We're nearly late." I obey, sitting down on my bed so she can fuss with the damn veil.

"Perfect. Let's scurry now. It would be very embarrassing for me if we were late for your wedding."

Would it be mother? 

***

"Who is giving this woman to be married to this man?" The older wizard officiating looks to my father.

"Her mother and I do." Regulus doesn't show a pinch of emotion; his face as inscrutable as ever. 

When I had dreamed about this moment, I had imagined the man who was to be my husband would have shed a tear or at least smiled at me as I walked down the aisle... Regulus regards me like I'm a chore as he takes my hand from my father.

"The ceremony of pureblood marriage in which you come to be united in values is one of the first and oldest ceremonies of our kind. Marriage is a gift in that we give ourselves totally to one another. Marriage is a gift given to comfort the sorrows of life and to magnify life's joys." The wizard continues spewing lies of a happy marriage to come. 

"Pureblood marriage is that of traditions, where two families come together to strengthen our convictions. The ultimate union, a blending of blood." I grimace, happy the veil hid my face well. It gave me no joy to think of a  blending of blood  between Regulus and me.

"Regulus Arcturus Black," the wizard turns towards him, "Do you take this witch as your wife? Do you promise to provide for, protect her, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?"

"I do." He says the words with such ease. The wizard turns to me, reciting the words once again.

I pause. Maybe longer than what is appropriate, surely an embarrassing pause compared to Regulus's swift one. His grey eyes stare into mine. He doesn't look angry or alarmed that I've taken nearly half a century to reply. 

"I do." The words slip from my lips. I stare back through the wall of organza between us. 

"Master Black, you may kiss your bride." 

Surprisingly, Regulus hesitates for a moment before he lifts the veil from my face. The kiss is nothing more than a quick brush of lips. His hand wraps around my wrist as he pulls away. Without appearing to drag me, he pulls us through the dining room doors away from the crowd.

Letting go of my wrist, Regulus sits down on one of the velvet couches of the parlor. From a decorative box, he plucks a cigarette, lighting it without a word to me. The drag of the cigarette is long, the smoke billowing from his lips, expanding throughout the room. 

I have half a mind to tell him to extinguish the cigarette at once. Instead, I walk to the other side of the room and sit on a different couch.

The feeling of his eyes on my person can't be ignored, but I cannot make myself meet his eye. I want to wallow away in my misery, if only for a moment. Long stretches of misery are what I expect most of all from this union.

"Come," he stands from the couch, beckoning me like a lap dog towards his awaiting arm. I frown but obey, seeing no other option at the moment. He'll be surprised when he tries this again when I'm not expected to be with him. 

Regulus pulls out something from his dress robes pocket. Taking my left hand in his, Regulus slides a purple jewel on my finger.

"What--?"

"A wedding present. From me."

I look down at the large jewel. It looks expensive.  Hell , it probably is expensive. It's a massive ring, for Merlin's sake.

I remember myself quickly, "thank you."

Regulus nods. "They'll be waiting."

***

Regulus sits on the bed, watching as I pace around, searching for my clothing and personal items. Where the hell did all of my stuff go?

I huff, hating that I must ask Regulus, "Where are my things?" 

"They have been appropriately placed in our room."

"Yes, but  appropriately placed where in the room ?"

Regulus looks at me for a moment. His eyes are cold as he stands, walking towards a door. I follow close behind, finding my clothing has all been hung within the large closet. He glances at me before walking away.

I exhale, beginning to rifle around my side of the expansive closet. I pick a nightdress from the large collection, intending to remove this ridiculous dress...

Damn it!

The only buttons I can successfully reach on the back of the bodice are the top two. There's at least a dozen down the back, and the last thing I want to do is ask for Regulus's help… but if I don't, I'll be trapped in this damned dress for the rest of eternity.

With nightgown in hand, I shyly walk back out into the bedroom. Regulus now stands near the lit fireplace, staring into the flames. He's still dressed in his wedding robes.

"Regulus," I say quietly. He turns towards my voice. The light from the flames flutters against his dark curls.

"Yes?"

My face scrunches up. I hate to do this. "Can you help me? With the buttons, that is?" I turn my back towards him, waiting.

His feet make the lightest of noise against the wooden floor as he approaches me. "You'll need to move your hair." Slender fingers lightly touch my neck as he gathers my hair. I oblige, moving my hair out of the way as his nimble fingers loosen me from this trap of a dress.

When his task is complete, he doesn't move away. Instead, Regulus stays put, his breath fanning gently over my naked shoulders.

He stinks of cigarettes, and I wonder if he had somehow snuck another when I was occupied in the closet.

"Did you smoke?"

He's quiet for a moment before chuckling softly. "I did." 

I would have maybe pestered him about the habit, but I'm so caught off guard by his laughter. 

"Do you not like that?" He whispers in my ear. 

Turning around does nothing for my flustered state as I end up nearly nose to nose with Regulus. He doesn't move, his eyes never leaving mine.

Finally, I find my words, "no."

"No?"

"No, I do not like that you smoke."

He studies me, eyes flickering across my face. I find myself wanting to know what he's thinking. His face betrays nothing.

I don't know what to do with this, his body so close, eyes glued to my face. It unnerves me the way he hasn't said a thing back.

"Regulus..." his name comes out as barely a whisper.

Suddenly, Regulus is leaning in closer. There's no time to react before he's kissing me tenderly. It's not much more than the kiss we shared in obligation earlier, but now his fingers caress my neck and jaw. I get lost in the kiss, my body unconsciously pressing in closer to his. 

"Regulus--" I sigh as he presses kisses down my throat, his fingers beginning to move my sleeves off of my shoulders.

His nose brushes against mine before he mutters a low, "come." 

The nightdress in my hand drops to the floor, forgotten as my body seems to move by its own volition. Willingly letting him situate me on the bed has me in perfect shock. Only a few soft touches and gentle kisses have me so pliant under his touch.

"Do you want this?" he asks curiously, moving ever so slightly away from me.

I pause, unsure. I'm certainly attracted to him. I would be a fool to deny that. And... well, there's the pressure from this sort of relationship to complete the bond of marriage. In pureblood marriages, an extra spell was placed upon the couple specifically to encourage coupling. It was meant to bring a couple together, an artificial sort of attraction. The bond only strengthened with intimacy. Most couples liked to complete the initial bond on their wedding night because it gave a stable foundation for something  like love  to blossom from arranged marriages.

I stare up into his cold eyes, "yes."

"You're sure?" 

I nod. Deep down, a girlish fantasy still burns within me. That this artificial attraction that was placed upon us will grow into something other than comfortable civility.  I wanted Regulus to love me . I want to love him back in turn. I didn't wish to live in civility with children and an overbearing mother-in-law. I wanted romantic, passionate love. I wanted his glacial eyes to thaw. Wanted those eyes to be filled with warmth  specifically for me.

Regulus kisses my neck again, his fingers moving down the front of my dress.

"Can I?" His eyes flit up to mine. Fingers move across the neckline of my dress. 

I feel dizzy as I nod. Regulus gently pulls me up to a sitting position, moving the dress up and off my body. I want to cover myself up as he inspects my naked body.

"Don't cover yourself," his tone is alarmingly smooth. He seems to notice the way my eyes widen at his words. He rephrases himself, "please do not cover yourself."

"Are you going to get undressed?" I ask, trying to figure out where to put my arms.

A small smile jumps on his lips. He almost looks amused. I squirm as he begins to loosen the silk scarf from his neck. 

Slowly, he strips out of the rest of his clothing. Before I can get a good look at his physique, he's moved back onto the bed.

"Have you done this before?" He leans down, whispering into my ear.

My mouth opens and closes slowly before I shake my head. No, I had not. But, what was he expecting? Of course, I hadn't. No one like us--  like me  would even dream of this before this specific moment. Like Mother had said,  I was raised for this life. 

He stares down at me for an unnervingly long beat. Much too long for my liking before leaning in to kiss me. The kiss is deeper this time and full of something  more  than the last two we had shared. Courage comes over me, and I tangle my fingers in his curly hair. A low moan escapes his lips as he moves to press open-mouthed kisses to my neck.

His hand moves down my body, stopping to cup my breast. My fingers grip his shoulders as I press up against his palm.

Pupils blown wide, Regulus pulls away to situate between my legs. His long delicate fingers run across my skin, spreading my legs further.

Trying to breathe normally and push the sudden embarrassment that comes over, I focus on his face, ignoring the light brush of his fingers as they move up my inner thigh.

"It's going to hurt a little bit." His thumb moves slowly against my clit, as he watches my face with interest.

"What are you doing?" 

"Getting you ready for me." He gives me a small smile.

I frown, turning my face away from him again.

"Don't be that way," he gently moves my face back towards him, "there's no need to be embarrassed with me."

"I have no idea what I'm doing." Admitting this shouldn't make me so... self-conscious.

He looks amused, "I'll keep that in mind."

Regulus presses my knees closer to my chest. Maintaining eye contact, he presses kisses down my abdomen to my thighs. 

"Relax, (y/n)."

"Regulus--" I squirm as Regulus's thumb moves from my clit, dipping into my sex. 

"Relax." Regulus replaces his thumb with his finger, slowly easing it in to his knuckle. 

He watches my face as he moves his finger gently, "how does that feel?"

"Odd."

I catch his smile before it disappears from his face.

"Not exactly what I wanted you to say" He presses a kiss to my clit before lightly sucking. 

"Oh!" My fingers find his hair again. I hadn't expected this to feel good...  for me , at least.

A second finger joins the first as Regulus continues to please me with his mouth. 

It feels like electricity flowing through my veins. Small jolts pulse through my nerves with each swipe of his tongue or movement of his thumb. I want to close my legs, the feeling becoming too much too quickly. 

"No," he moves my thigh back towards the comforter.

"But--"

"No." Regulus continues the dance of his tongue against my sensitive clit, his grey eyes locking with mine as I writhed under the hypnotic movement of his mouth on me.

The pleasure crashes over me in waves. My fingers dig into his hair, pushing his mouth closer. My fingers relax as the aftershocks take over. I feel like I'm melting into the bed, satisfied and pulsing with dull electricity.

Regulus sits up, leaning over my body. His right-hand plants down by my head, his left moving my leg up towards his waist.

"Are you ready?" 

Suddenly, I'm shy again. I nod.

"I need you to tell me you are ready, (y/n)." His hand smoothes over my upper thigh as he waits for me to give consent.

"Yes, I am ready."

Regulus nods, hand pumping his cock slowly, "I'll be gentle, as gentle as possible." 

I stare up at Regulus, watching him focus as he brushes the head of his cock against my slit before pressing in slowly.

"Relax. The pain will subside in a moment. Relax." His voice is surprisingly gentle as his thumb brushes the sun under my eye, moving down my cheek. 

As he continues to press into me, I try to do as he asks. 

Regulus bottoms out, his eyes staying glued to mine. For a moment, I think I see a flicker of something in those grey eyes. 

I open my lips to say something, but the words don't come. His eyes flicker to my lips. Slowly, he leans down, kissing me tenderly. 

"You can touch me if you want," he whispers. His nose brushes against mine as his hips begin to move.

"I--" I inhale shakily as he presses forwards, "Where?"

"Anywhere you want to. I don't mind." He continues to watch my face as I reach for his hair.

"Do you actually like this?" I laugh, raking my fingers through his curls. 

He huffs out his own version of a chuckle before replying, "I do."

"Oh--" I was expecting him to tell me I was giving him a headache with all the hairpulling. 

He continues the slow pace of his hips rocking against mine, watching my face.

"What are you looking at?" I ask quietly.

"You." 

I squirm uncomfortably. "Well... don't?"

Regulus stops, "don't look at you when we're doing this?"

"You're making me self-conscious!" 

He rolls his eyes, " I'm inside of you.  There's no room to be self-conscious."

"That..." I frown, "does not make me feel any less self-conscious."

I wiggle, sitting up slightly on my forearms. I look down where he's buried deep inside of me.

Regulus sighs, "There's no reason to feel self-conscious with me."

"But--"

"No." Regulus stops me from rambling on, "no more talking unless you want me to stop or you want something specific from me. Do you understand?"

I nod.

"Good," Regulus looks like he's collecting his thoughts before he restarts his pace. "Touch yourself."

"What?" 

"Touch yourself," he presses his lips against mine, "touch your clit."

Hesitantly, I move my hand between our bodies.

"Just like that. Trust me."

My fingers press against my sensitive clit. I shudder beneath him, feeling overwhelmed by the push and pull of his cock as I press deeper against the nerves.

I look up at him, "Will you kiss me again?"

Regulus doesn't give me an answer, leaning in to kiss me hungrily as he chases his release.

Without warning, he moves my hand out of the way, replacing it with his own, more skilled digits. 

"Cum for me," the snap of his hips quickens as his fingers move rapidly. My world shatters as I cum for the second time tonight.

"Fuck." He buries his face in my neck as he releases.

I feel lightheaded as he rolls away from me. Slowly, I turn my head to look at him. His hair's splayed across the pillow, jaw relaxed as he catches his breath. I study his side profile with interest.

The question sits at the tip of my tongue. What happens next? He hasn't tried to... cast anything, a charm to end the chances of a pregnancy. Unless this was his plan?

"What... what about the possibility of a baby?"

"Don't worry about it."

"But there's a possibility, or maybe you wanted--"

"No," with a flick of his wrist, Regulus stops any chance of that.

I turn my body towards him, "are you tired?"

Regulus glances over, "Yes. I am."

***

He holds her as she falls asleep. It's nice, he supposes.

But dangerous.

It couldn't hurt to hold her when she's sleeping. He just can't let her catch him holding her when she wakes up.

She can't get the wrong idea about their relationship.

[therealvalkyrie]

worm dreams

Pairing/setting: Kuroo Tetsurou x GN!Reader, post-timeskip

Summary: You tell Kuroo about your dream, and he's an insufferable adorable know-it-all.

Word Count: 461

Warnings: entirely fluff

AN: found this half-finished in my notes app, so have some kuroo fluff on this Monday afternoon:3 ~valkyrie

The wet hitching of your breath jerks you barely to consciousness and out of your dream at 2:43, according to the green glow of your alarm clock. The floating sensation of sleep ebbs away from you after an indecipherable moment, leaving in its wake the warmth of Kuroo nuzzled into your back and the awareness that you’ve started drooling onto your pillow.

Your body is still heavy when you shift to reach for your water bottle on the nightstand, and it’s only a quick wipe of your mouth by the back of your hand and a sip of water before you’re settling back down into bed. Still, the shift in the mattress draws a soft snort from your boyfriend. After a moment, his eyes flutter open and find yours in the semi-dark.

“What’s up?” His voice is gravelly and mumbly, and you turn on your side to face him so that your noses are almost touching.

“I had a dream,” you whisper.

“What about?”

“Sand worms.”

His nose scrunches, and you press your lips together to prevent a giggle from bursting out of your chest.

“Like in Dune?”

“Yeah. Except they were nice. Herbivores. Like regular worms.”

“Regular worms aren’t herbivores.”

Now it’s your whole face that scrunches, retracting from his in confusion and offense.

“What do you mean, regular worms aren’t herbivores?”

“I mean that they eat anything they come across, plants, dead animals, fungi.”

“Insufferable know-it-alls,” you poke him in the ribs just to hear him squeak.

“C’mere, you brat—“

And suddenly you’re both wide awake, squealing as you nearly topple off the bed to get away from his fingers searching for the spot at your sides that makes you collapse every time. It’s a mad dash to the en-suite in an attempt to save yourself, but he catches you around your waist as he always does and hoists you, wriggling, into his arms.

“This’s what you get—“ you shriek when his fingers find their target "—for name callin’—“

You’re giggling so hard you can’t form words until he dumps you back in bed onto soft pillows.

“It’s not name callin’ if it’s true!”

Kuroo groans and drops his full weight onto you, renewing your laugh attack as he snuggles in.

“‘M not insufferable,” he grumbles when you’ve finally settled down. His head is in your neck and your hands are carding through his hair and your legs are tangled and you don’t think you’ve ever been this happy.

“You’re not insufferable. I find your scientific fun facts incredibly endearing,” you whisper into his scalp.

“You better.”

“Goodnight, my adorable know-it-all.”

He has the presence of mind to shift the comforter back over you both before settling down again across your chest.

“G’night. Have sweet worm dreams.”

[ushiwakatrash]

On your knees, King! (Part 2)

Bakugou x reader, Todoroki x reader

Fantasy AU

!Warnings!: Swearing, betrayal, lil dash of angst, shitty writing

Synopsis:

Bakugou is the esteemed King of the Kingdom of Barbarians and because he succeeded in ruling the lands that were once governed by the Yuuei Kingdom, an offering must be made for the peace of the people. As the so-called ‘black sheep’ of the royal family, the King of Yuuei a.k.a. your father, offered you--naming you the most precious thing he could give; but you know the truth behind his words.

PART II 

← Part 1           Part 3 →

The whole night Prince Shouto held you in his arms, gently running his hand through your hair as he cooed you to stop crying.

“Oh Sho, if only our engagement was not cancelled then I could have been happy to live the rest of my days with my best friend. But alas, this is only wishful thinking”

These words struck his heart as he yearned for the princess even more. His heart had been hers to begin with, ever since they were kids, ever since they met one beautiful morning in the garden where their parents often had tea.

Knowing she was to be given away when she was supposed to be his pained him. She saw the marriage as her marrying her best friend but for him, there is no one else who he is willing to grow old with rather than (Y/n).

A bitter taste was left in his mouth and before he even knew it, a tear started to roll down his face. The world had always been unfair for him and he almost had the only thing he could ever want, the Barbarians had to take that away from him too.

“Princess, I am still hoping your father changes his mind. I will try to convince him as best as I can” Todoroki softly said. He knew the chances were too slim but he still had to try.

His last string of hope got cut when he saw the broken smile of the princess. “I don’t think there’s anything we can do at this point. My father has already signed the papers. My life is over, Sho.”

“Don’t say that, milady. It may not be so bad. For sure they do things differently but I know they won’t treat you poorly. You are a grand token from the Kingdom of Yuuei and the um... future... queen of the.. Barbarians” The prince’s hands fell to his side and he balled his fists.

“You dont deserve this, (Y/n). I truly wish I could do something. I can’t give you up to that unsightly king! I... just can’t take it..” slowly Shouto got up and turned his back on you.

“Sho, what’s wrong?” he started walking towards the door and flashed a small sad smile “I don’t want to lose you, but it looks like the future is set on doing so. Rest, (Y/n). Goodnight.”

Silence surrounded the room and the princess was left alone to her thoughts once more. “Should I make that Bakugou hate me so he would want to get rid of me? Oh wait, if I become a nuisance, he might just go for my head!” she said to herself.

“If I do what he wishes, he might treat me well...” all that thinking and crying finally took over on the girl’s body and soon enough she fell asleep.

--

As the Prince excited her room, he felt his legs stagger and when he was already further down the hallway, his knees finally gave up. Immense pain clouded his heart as the news finally hit him.

He grew up with her, he shared his pain with her and he was ready to see her seated beside him when it was their time to rule over their empires. All because of that stupid king, all of his dreams were crushed.

Memories of them came flashing in his mind and he smiled a little when he remembered the time he fell in love. 

--

“I can’t stand how you look like your father!” those were the words he heard before the scorching heat of boiling water kissed his delicate face. What hurt the most was that his own mother was behind the ugly burn mark that’s starting to eat away his pale skin.

“AAAAAAAAAAH! NO PLEASE MOTHER, STOP IT!!!” the child prince’s cries filled up the whole room. The queen couldn’t believe what she had done and dropped everything she was holding. One of the guards herd the commotion and stood frozen as he saw the scene unfolding in front of him.

“M-ma’am, what happened here?” his shaky voice asked. “I- I d-didn’t mean i-it! It’s his father’s fault! Everything is his father’s fault!” Soon more guards entered the room and some escorted the prince to find medical assistance.

“Get the king, quick! We don’t know if we can arrest her majesty or not”

King Enji, mostly known as King Endeavor, quickly rushed to the room where his knights led him and saw the mess his wife had made. Knowing how big of a scandal this would cause, he announced that the queen had gone ill but in fact, she was hidden away in a room deep in the palace where only selected maids were to tend to her.

If ever palace staff were to spread the truth about Rei Todoroki, their heads would be chopped off in an instant. Out of the fear of the king and of course their lives, no one said a word.

--

When Princess (Y/n) heard the news she quickly dragged her personal maid out of the castle and demanded for a carriage pronto. Her palace staff scrambled to their feet to comply to the princess in a hurry. 

“Quick, to the Todoroki Castle, something bad had happened. Please sir make the carriage fly if you have to!” she pleaded. They knew their sweet little princess never demanded anything from them so this must have been a real emergency. 

When they reached their destination, (Y/n) jumped out of their vehicle and run towards her friend’s room. Her visit startled the maids because she had come without prior notice.

In a loud authoritative (but cute) voice she ordered the maids to immediately take her to Shoto. Without even knocking, the princess busted the door open and took the boy in his arms.

Instantly, Shoto felt the comfort the princess was trying to give. He cried as she cooed sweet words in his ear. When the prince calmed a little, the little girl cupped his tear stained face and gave a little kiss on his nose.

“You know Sho, you’ll always be the most handsome prince to me. Your face may change but you’ll always be my Sho!” she then kissed his scar and engulfed him in another hug “You’ll always be my prince Sho. It’s okay to get hurt and cry but you have to pick yourself up too. How will my prince protect me if he keeps looking down?” the sweet girl then beamed at him.

Her contagious smile made way to his and he knew everything would be alright. The girl had said everything he needed to hear.

So when Shoto fell for her, he sure fell damn hard.

--

Back to the present, a red strong dragon had just landed in the balcony of the royal castle of the Barbarians. He roared to let his master know he was home.

“What did you see, Kirishima?” the King went to pet his mystical dragon. In human form, the dragon would be able to talk so after receiving his well earned pats on the head, Kirishima transformed to a young buff man with sharp hair as red as his beautiful scales.

The red head knelt on one knee and proceeded to tell King Bakugou the events that happened. “Oh so she and that Todoroki bastard are friends, huh? But really, a grown ass woman sleeping over at his fucking castle? Tch. I’d rather not have that dual color haired bastard taint what’s going to be mine!” the Barbarian King was not happy with the scenes relayed to him by his loyal steed.

“(Y/n)... you better toughen it up if you wanna stay a fucking queen in my palace.”

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