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lazyleafeon · 9 days ago

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i put a lot more time into my piece for the serenity zine than I usually do, so ive been wanting to make a write up with more details about what i was intending + stuff thats easy to miss (full piece without the character names can be seen here)

[ID: a drawing centered on a young kim dokja writing in a notebook, surrounded by paper cut outs of ways of survival characters. there are names next to the cut outs to clarify which characters are which. End ID]

1: text on the characters

the text on all of the characters are all quotes from orv. for characters from specific rounds, the text is specifically linked to those rounds (ex: 1863 uriel has text from when kdj is thinking about how gabriel isn't aware of her own betrayal of eden). Where i could, i tried to find text that paralled kdj somehow (sp with changing the 999th worldline, and 41 sys with her resentment towards yjh paralleling kdj's towards lsk for leaving him behind.).

for characters that aren't from specific worldlines (or where i couldn't find text i wanted to use that related to their worldlines) , the text either centers something i feel is central to orv (ex jhy talking about the final wall is used in both of her cut outs), kdjs perception of the character or thoughts of them from wos (ex lsh and his line about not really knowing her), or something about the character that parallels kdj (bihyungs cut outs are both about his ending of sacrificing himself, yma is about yjh leaving in the epilogue and her belief he won't come back (which works doubly as yjh leaving as kdj often did, and yma being left behind by her guardian)).

there is also sunfish yjh. who only says "the sunfish" because of the constraints of being a tiny piece of paper. The full quote is "Maybe I had been lucky until now. I might be the 'sunfish' rather than yoo joonghyuk" from chapter 38.

i don't think everything like, perfectly follows these categories, but that was the intent for the most part. One intentional exception is that the yjh near the bottom of the drawing has the text: "I want to read this story for a little bit longer"

if you want to read all the text, I have it up on a doc here. (you can also ask me about thoughts behind specific quotes if you want to know why i chose them)

2: amount of characters + visual details

there are 2 versions of each character for the most part, with 4 exceptions: kdj (3), yjh (6, counting the sunfish but not the kkoma), and na bori and knw only having 1.

the reason there's only one na bori is because her fate is, for the most part, set before her story can be changed by yjh. there is only 1 of her in all of the characters memories, outside of the 1865 worldline (though given we see knw after kdj kills him, its not out of the question there isn't a worldline where she reappears.)

for kim namwoon, its part because of kdj's hatred for him as someone he sees himself in, and part because kdj in orv like. replaces knw pretty directly by killing him and trying to become yjh's companion. so in kdjs notes and doodles based on wos, knw is here only as an outergod king, where kdj is unaware of him.

the outer god kings all have at least one element that sets them apart from the other cut outs: sp has his crumpled paper cloak, knw's cut out is in the shape of dragons near the edges, uriel is on fire, lhs is partially tin foil, and ljh has a water stain and some of her paper is peeling off into water. this represents them being unbound from the worldlines, but since they're still bound to the story they're still made of paper.

anna croft (near uriel) is intentionally a little more 3D than the other characters, since she has memories from past worldlines. she's supposed to seem like shes going against the tide.

1863 uriel is also a bit of an exception, though not intentionally, since her halo looks better as a separate piece of paper, and i wanted her to have flames too... it fits because shes a constellation and seeing the story from a somewhat outside perspective but is still a part of it, but it wasn't intentional.

near the edges of the piece towards the right, some characters outlines start to become faded, and the paper cut out outlines become more irregular. the outer god kings are exempt because they've managed to keep their sense of self to an extent outside of the worldline.

some of kdjs books are from his library in orv.

the text for all characters is slightly cut off (i tried to make it so most of the quotes are missing some texts so you can't actually read them in full). this is both because they're cut out of a larger page, and because kdj can't actually learn everything about the characters once he meets them by reading them because you can't read people like that. so some of the text is out of view because the characters are viewed as characters to kdj and not "real" yet, so kdj doesn't see their full stories.

some concept art + one of the earliest digital sketches i have. all of my works in progress have a billion notes left on them so i know not to forget something when i get back to them:

[drawing of yjh made of paper, and an earlier sketch of the overall piece]

i sort of wish i kept the paper style of this yjh, but it wasn't meant to be....

3. final thoughts........

this really is the most... orv piece i've ever done (?), in a lot of ways. there is nothing that makes you feel more like kdj like searching up orv quotes from memory and then scrolling through the epub on your phone to find what you want. i even ended up explaining it to my mom and having to show her what a sunfish was.

there are things i would change about it if i did it now (i would probably erase the outline from adult kdjs cut out and emphasize his shadow falling on it instead), and things i didn't get to do that would've made it more like what i envisioned (ideally i would've reread all of orv to find quotes. and i didn't do that).

It's personal to me in ways that are kind of silly. I used to doodle a lot of paper cut out creatures in high school, which helped a lot with getting the sort of paper movement down here. and of course the handwriting is just my own, so i had to actually rewrite the quotes i found. it's probably the most ambitious piece i've drawn yet composition wise, and i don't think ive spent so long on a single illustration besides art studies for school. It feels like a love letter to everything orv means to me.

if you've read this far, thank you :)! i don't normally go into this much depth about my thought process, but there's a lot here i don't expect people to pick up that i wanted to get into

#my art #orv #orv spoilers

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farity · 2 years ago

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In friendship

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary: Aemond’s taken you for granted until rumors of your betrothal to another begin to swirl

“My lady, to what do I owe the honor of your company?”

You smiled at the tall, handsome prince, dressed in black as always. “Prince Aemond,” you were pleasantly surprised at finding him here in the library although to be honest, you had hoped he would be. “I am researching the architecture of Flea Bottom since I am forbidden to go in person.”

“Ah.” He placed a marker in his book and left it on one of the tables before walking toward one of the bookcases. “I believe you can find what you are looking for right here.”

You smiled to yourself. Oh yes, what I want is here, right before my eyes.

He reached up to grab a volume and brought it back down. “Hmmm. This is only the story of one of the builders. I suppose you want detailed descriptions?”

“Yes, I’d like to do some illustrations.”

The shelf he’d plucked the book from was too high for you, so you slid the small stepstool over and the prince put out his hand to help you climb atop it. His hand, so much bigger than yours, was warm, and you let go of it reluctantly once you were higher up. You turned to find yourself staring down at him, the candle light making his pale hair glow like a halo.

“It’s not often I find myself looking up at you,” he murmured. “You have a smudge, charcoal, maybe.” He indicated the spot on his own face and you immediately brushed the back of your hand over it, but when you pulled your hand away, he shook his head. “Let me.”

He reached out to brush the offending mark himself, brushing his fingertips lightly over your cheek, and then turned his hand so it was his knuckles now sliding down the side of your face.

You held your breath.

You’d known Prince Aemond most of your life. Your mother was a friend of his mother, you were only a year older than him, and were used to casual touches. He’d offer you his arm as you walked around the keep, or you’d grab his hand in order to climb a fence. You’d been there for him when he lost his eye and you considered him the person you were closest to other than your mother and your sister. Spending time with him was always a highlight of your day, and as you’d both grown older, you’d felt the friendship change a little. You’d caught him looking at you at times, and when you walked arm in arm with him these days, you were very aware of him next to you.

Your mother knew of your evolving feelings for him, and you hoped that someday she might speak to queen Alicent to work a betrothal between you two.

He was looking at your parted lips, hand still on your face. “My lady,” he whispered, moving just a little closer. You inhaled the leather and spices scent of him, felt the cool peppermint of his breath on your jaw.

“My prince.” Your voice was a mere rush of air as you caught the look in his eye as it met yours. There was hunger there, raw and powerful, and the next thing you knew he had stepped back.

“I wish you success in finding what you seek.”

He left you there, and for a few moments you were stunned. He’d been about to kiss you, you were sure of it. The sudden change in his demeanor left you hollow, and you stood there, wondering what had happened.

* * * * *

The next day you were sitting in the gardens, absently staring at the same page you’d been looking at for the last hour without understanding a single word.

You covered your mouth as you yawned, exhausted from spending the entire night reliving every second of those few moments with Aemond. What had happened? What had gone wrong?

“Daughter.”

You jumped at your mother’s voice, almost dropping the book you held.

“I’ve called you three times, my darling.”

You turned to see your mother, smiling kindly at you.

“I am sorry, lady mother, I was lost in my book.” You joined her, and she kissed your cheek before taking your arm.

“Darling daughter, there are wondrous news,” she said gently. “It is a great day for our family.”

Was this it? Had she spoken to the dowager queen?

“What news, mother?”

“You are to be married . . . “

Your heart soared and you sighed. Everything would be set right. You and Aemond were to be married. Your greatest desire was about to come true.

“ . . . to Lord Cregan Stark.”

* * * * *

You headed to the library to return the book, but when you saw Aemond sitting by the fireplace you nearly turned around. He had seen you, however, so you steeled yourself and walked in.

“Prince Aemond.”

He turned, and you saw he had removed his eyepatch. You had seen him plenty of times without it, one of the few people allowed that privilege -

as if it meant anything

- but the fire in the blue gemstone he wore paled in comparison to the one in his eye.

“I am told that congratulations are in order, my lady,” he said, his tone emotionless.

“I’m only here to return this book,” you said wearily.

He stood and held out his hand. You gave him the book, careful to not touch him, and he walked to the bookshelf to return it to its usual place.

You turned to leave and found yourself pressed against the bookcase, the prince holding your wrists. "Are you looking forward to meeting your betrothed, my lady?”

You tried to push him away but he barely moved, easily holding you in place. “I do not have time for this, Prince Aemond. I need to go.” You didn’t look at him, simply wanting to go to the peace and quiet of your rooms.

He stepped closer, the heat of his body enveloping you. He lowered his face to yours, whispering in your ear. “Are you looking forward to the bedding? To him planting a babe in your belly?”

You had tried. The feel of him pressed against you, the scent of him, the silk of his hair as it brushed your cheek, you had tried to get away. It was all too much and you suddenly pushed him back, startling him. “And why in the seven hells do you care?”

Aemond opened his mouth, but you continued. “Why do you care, my prince? We are nothing to each other but childhood friends, is that not the case? Why the sudden interest in the delights of my marriage bed?”

He lunged at you, one hand cupping your face, the other against the bookcase, effectively trapping you there. He was so close, his nose against your cheek, his mouth but an inch from yours. If you turned ever so slightly, your lips would touch his. “Tell me, childhood friend, when you spread your legs for him, will you think of me?”

You shivered at the words, at his venomous tone. “I might,” you spat back, “but it will be his name I sigh.”

Aemond pulled back as if you’d slapped him, eye wild with fury.

It wasn’t enough. You wanted blood now.

Raising your face, you whispered, “oh Cregan. Oh Cregan!”

You saw the moment he snapped, the moment that wall he so carefully kept around himself collapsed, and briefly wondered if you’d gone too far.

The answer was swift and punishing, and before you knew it, he’d hauled you against him, mouth devouring yours. One of his hands held your head in place, his long fingers grabbing the tidy knot of your hair painfully, but you didn’t care. Here was victory, here was fire, and you kissed him back, your own hands delving underneath his tunic to feel the muscles beneath.

When he lifted you in his arms you quickly wrapped your legs around him, letting him walk you somewhere, you cared not where. Pulling away from his mouth, you began kissing and biting his neck, sucking on the pale skin until his breathing hitched and he stumbled, crashing against the wall before continuing.

You were now in his bedchamber, and when he placed you on his bed, you began pulling at the laces on his tunic, the ties of his breeches. He pulled the tunic over his head, throwing it aside before pulling out his dagger and slashing through the ties on your bodice. Some other day you might have worried about it. Some other day you might have said something.

He bared you completely, the hunger in his eye flashing in the dim lighting of the room. “Mine,” he whispered before shoving your thighs apart. “Say it.”

Nodding, you complied, “yours. As you are mine.” The silver silk of his hair fell like curtains shielding your face from everything else, and he kissed you as he began pushing inside you.

For a moment you wondered if this would work, he felt so big, but he took his time, letting your body adjust to this new invasion. “You feel so fucking good,” he said, desperately trying to go slowly so he wouldn’t hurt you.

“I’ve always been yours,” you whispered as you reached up for him. “Take me and make it true.”

With a groan, he snapped his hips, tearing through your maidenhead and seating himself fully inside you. The pain was sharp and you cried out, your vision blurring for a moment. Aemond stayed still, his only movement that of nuzzling your cheek. “Mine,” he repeated softly, over and over.

You pulled his mouth to yours, and rolled your hips experimentally. The pain was almost all gone, and you did it again, smiling when he moaned against your lips. He pulled back slowly, “please,” he said desperately, “stop. I can’t, I can’t-” but when you moved a third time, he gasped and began pumping his hips against you, his breathing fast and hard as he filled you completely. He reached down and began to swirl his fingertips on the slick bundle of nerves between your legs, dragging a ragged whimper from you.

The coil low in your belly was tightening with every snap of his hips, every turn of his fingertips. You had touched yourself before, but this, this claiming, the feel of him within you, the heat of him against you, the smell of his skin, this was new, and overwhelming your every sense.

“Come for me,” he said, “I want to see you fall apart.” He ran his teeth alongside your jaw and someone screamed as the coil snapped inside you, sharp tendrils of pleasure tearing through you. You vaguely felt his body go taut as he groaned and then collapsed against you.

* * * * *

He had a servant tell your mother you were spending the night in Helaena’s chambers. You had done so before, whenever the princess was in need of a friend to listen to her.

“I have been a fool, pretending I did not care for you.” He kissed your lips so gently and tenderly, you almost wished that had been your first kiss.

“Why did you?” you asked. “Why did you pretend you did not care for me?”

He let out a breath. “Because you deserve better than me.” His voice broke on the last word, and he swallowed.

Reaching up to touch his cheek, you smiled at him. “Better than a fine warrior, a learned man, a loyal son?” you whispered, “a cherished friend?”

“I have been less of a friend than you deserve.”

“Aemond, I could not ask for more than you. You are everything to me,” you added.

He leaned down to kiss you again. “As you are to me.” He met your gaze and you saw the tears in his eye. “I love you. I think I always have.” He pulled you to his side, kissing your forehead. “Tomorrow I will speak to my mother about your betrothal.”

#aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #aemond fanfiction #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aemond targaryen x you

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 11 months ago

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So i started playing the whb game bc i read that really hot fic u wrote where satan’s horns were leaking.

Here begging for a crumb of anything “demon horns as an erogenous zone” related

I love the idea of ‘horn org*sms’ (or halo)

The horn ‘cum’ I don’t think is fertile so it cant be used for breeding it’s kinda just like a natural lubricant.

I honestly think of the horns as though being hard, and basically unmovable by a human, they have a LOT of nerves under them, which also means in injury there bleeds a lot and is extremely painful.

Their horns very in size and appearance and ‘fancier’ horns that are think or short are more sensitive as there’s less space to protect the nerves.

It’s confirmed all demons horns heal every ‘decade’ so it’s likely they are weaker and more sensitive while healing, they prolly end up with a think layer of membrane protecting the horn until it’s fully developed, they sheds the extra membrane when it’s ready. (Think of it like deer/elk horns developing that gross skin over their horns and rubbing against trees to get it off.) it’s definitely uncomfortable and at least a little itchy.

I so funny enough I was using the ‘horn pulling’ thing on Leviathan and Beelzebub and they basically ‘ejaculate’ through their horns before they are ‘done’ and lowkey judging by how they ‘cum’ at the end (after you ‘satisfy’ them) so when they’ve ‘really cum’ their horns don’t always produce, not unless they are being stimulated or are heavily aroused.

Here are the pics from ‘secrets club’

(It took be over 20 mins to get a pic with the pre in it)

So their horns without fail are always a rainbow touch meaning it’s where they WANT to be touched. They only get the ‘spurting out cum’ if you are actually touching them otherwise they just drip/ooze.

Given how surprised they are when touched and how quickly they get aroused to the point they don’t need to use their dick. I assume it probably sends them just as much, if not more as their actual cock since Satan basically hit his edge once he was grabbed by the horn.

It’s probably like, a intense feeling of pleasure that corses through them while it’s being stimulated? But I imagine it’s also like, really fucking painful to be hurt there, and the devils say “we reguard our well-being by our horns!” Sp it is also probably Like, a mental stimulation to the thought of being touched there, so it’s probably a mix of physical and mental pleasure/pain

I think penetration with horns is possible but not ideal as it seems…almost every horn type is fucking sharp. You gotta corkscrew the bitches before you fuck then-

I think it’s possible though! They probably prefer grinding though, that seems more pleasurable on both ends

#horn kink #horn play #nsft #what in hell is bad #whb #demon biology

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oceaneyesinla · 6 months ago

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This was written in the span of about 2 hours, after I saw this video and HAD to make it about Satoru and his little girl. The idea was too cute for me to ignore! The adventures of Gojo Catoru and his darling daughter might continue, because I loved writing this so much

Constructive criticism welcome, but please be nice

Divider by @/cafekitsune

Enjoy!

You just barely bit back a coo at the sight greeting you in your little one's room. She was fast asleep in the fancy crib Satoru insisted she needed, white hair splayed out around her head like a halo. Right next to her, a giant cat, with fur the same colour as her hair. His back was pressed against the length of hers, and you could feel your smile tugging almost painfully at your cheeks. The two biggest loves of your life, safe and sound in your shared home.

See, the cat just so happened to be your dear husband. Satoru had suffered an … incident on a recent mission and that meant that for the moment, you had a giant fluffball where your husband was supposed to be. He made for a beautiful cat - soft, white fur and those same blue eyes you had been staring into since your school days. However, the energy of Gojo Satoru and the energy of the average cat were things that never should have been combined. He was getting far too much joy out of bothering the students, and you couldn’t count the number of times they had brought his fluffy butt back to you over the last few days, thrusting him into your arms and scowling at the pleased expression they just knew he would be wearing.

You were privy to something they weren’t, though. Satoru was struggling. As much as he loved being a menace to the kids, he also loved watching out for them. You had been taking them out for their missions and every time you left the school, you could feel his eyes on you. It wasn’t something the great Gojo Satoru was used to; watching the people he cherished most walk into danger while he could do nothing but wait and pray for their safe return.

The worst part of all this, and the thing you knew was bothering him most was your daughter. She was his mini me, and she was getting to the age where she began to notice if one of you were absent. The first day you came home down one husband and up one cat, your little one had waddled around the entire house, Satoru shadowing her every step of the way. She ended up back at your feet, staring up at you with teary blue eyes, “Daddy?”

Even in cat form, you swore you could see Satoru’s heart breaking. All you could do was crouch down and cradle her against your chest, quickly spinning a tale that Daddy was away for work. It wasn’t like you could explain to a toddler that Daddy was actually now a cat for an undetermined amount of time, until Auntie Shoko figured out how to fix him or the effect wore off. She was smart like her daddy, but she was still just a little girl.

“Daddy call?” The building tears began to fall when you shook your head and she buried her face in the crook of your neck. Even when Satoru was working, he was just a phone call away. One particularly memorable video call had you scolding him as he dodged blasts of cursed energy, pulling faces to make your then infant daughter smile.

You looked between your sniffling daughter and Satoru, who managed to look despondent even in cat form, and a little idea formed, “Look at me, baby.” It was adorable, the way both sets of blue turned your way, looking at you as if you had the answers to the most complex questions of the universe, “Daddy had to go away for a little while, but that’s why he left Catoru for you!” You gestured to Satoru, “He’ll keep you company while Daddy isn’t here, okay?”

“Ca-to-ru?” She sounded out the syllables of the name you had pulled out of thin air, and you smiled as her expression brightened, little fingers reaching out to pet white fluff. Satoru seemed happier too and once your daughter had toddled off to get her favourite plushie to introduce to her new friend, he climbed into the spot she had just vacated, pressing as close as he could get and butting his head into your chin.

That little white lie was what led to the current situation. Since that day, your daughter and her new cat/father had been attached at the hip. Wherever one went, the other wasn’t far behind. Of course, there were still occasional tears, when all your daughter wanted was a hug from Daddy and she couldn’t understand that he was right there, shoving himself into her hold and letting her tears wet his fur.

You let yourself enjoy the moment, glad that your daughter was resting peacefully. It had been a bad day; with her missing her daddy and you missing your husband. Really, you should wake her if you wanted her to sleep later, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Instead, you decided to just move her into the pack and play in the sitting room. It would satisfy your selfish urge to keep her close, and it would mean you could keep an eye on her in case she woke up still upset.

With practised ease, you lifted her up into your arms, cradling her to your body and moving through the house, gently laying her out in the pack and play before making sure her favourite plushie (a gift from her daddy) was tucked into her arms. Pressing a kiss to her head, you pulled away and turned to carry on with your day. You were expecting empty space but instead you were met with one fluffy cat, staring at you with a level of betrayal you didn’t think was possible for a cat to express. You just knew that if he was human, he would be pouting.

“What is it?” You spoke softly, not wanting to wake your daughter. Satoru ignored you, pointedly looking away from you before hopping up and over the side of the pack and play, making himself comfortable.

Oh. He was upset you took away his cuddle buddy. With a barely hidden smile, you reached out to rub his head in apology but your hand was batted away. He wiggled closer to your daughter, staring up at you accusingly.

“I’m not moving her again, don’t worry.” You rolled your eyes - at least his flair for dramatics was still intact. As you watched, your daughter rolled over, releasing her plushie in favour of grabbing hold of Satoru, snuggling into his warm fur. As quietly as you could, you pulled your phone out and took a few pictures. Yeah, this was difficult and you missed Satoru and you wanted nothing more than to be wrapped in your husband’s arms, but this would make for a hell of a story for your daughter when she was older. Besides, this had inspired you. Maybe once Satoru was back to normal, it would be time to get a family pet.

#satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk fanfic #gojo catoru

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silverior968 · 24 days ago

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Shudderkin propaganda for @sp-fanclub 's ship wars. You might notice that this is a polished version of one of the drawings from my last propaganda post :]

[Image ID: A digital drawing featuring two smaller drawings of Anton Shudder and Larrikin Fetter from the Skulduggery Pleasant series, the first having them pictured from the waist up, the second from the shoulders up. The background is dark shades of red and blue. The drawings feature somewhat painterly rendering and soft lineart. The drawing to the left has Larrikin, depicted as a chimeristic black person with golden brown skin, hazel eyes and ginger-and-brown curly hair, pictured from behind, their face obscured. They're embracing Anton, depicted as an irish-eastern asian man with dark spots under his eyes, a gaunt face and black hair with gray streaks, who is crying, his eyes squeezed shut and hands holding tight to the back of Larrikin's shirt. His hair is cut short and his face is pressed against Larrikin's shoulder. His clothes are all black. Larrikin has his hair in a ponytail with a yellow handkerchief, and is wearing a loose white shirt. He has a glowing golden halo behind his head. The second drawing has Anton pictured from the behind, obscuring his face. Larrikin is pictured from the front now, one of his hands on Anton's shoulderblades and the other in his hair. They have a serene smile on their face, and their pupils are glowing, shedding golden light on their face. The halo is still in place. The artist's signature, Silverior968, is overlayed over the image./ End ID]

#skulduggery pleasant #fanart #anton shudder #larrikin fetter #Shudderkin #Lsodm spoilers #Yeah this is them post lsodm #Hence the lsodm Anton design instead of his usual clothes and long hair

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flowergirlmiwa · 23 days ago

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#my post #retro gaming #vote on my stupid poll

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zapreportsblog · 1 year ago

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Request for female reader poly volturi.

Im sorry if this is long but the idea popped into my head and I just need to get it out.

She’s the mate of the three kings. She’s becomes a target from another coven that wants to take down the volturi. They managed to kidnap her and all hell breaks loose the volturi immediately act. She’s held prisoner in the covens hideout but she make an uno reverse on them because she’s has the ability to create and control fire she’s had this ability all her life but kept it. A secret from everyone is hard to control for her and her ability is triggered by emotion. She sorta let the coven take her so she could flambéed them and help her mates in the process even thoguht she’s human and was terrified there was no way she was going to let them use her to take down her lovers.😤 so the place was held prisoner explodes and when the volturi get there the captures are on fire and running for their live only to be finished off by pissed off volturi kings.

Needless to say they are shook when they see the place in flames and her just walking out blue like flame surroingg her like halo and your hung the assholes who tried it. Her mates : reactions:👁️👄👁️

The guard:👁️👄👁️

So the kidnappers are taken care of (killed and finished off since they where already burning)

After they all go back home she has some explaining to do. She’s explains how she always had this ability but was scared of telling them because it’s hard for her to control and it sorta drains her energy which is why she sorta fainted afte setting everything on fire but she did it for them and because she was pissed off. She also didn’t know if she would hurt them but she found out that her powers are also controlled by her Will so if she want to harm her powers would do that of not they don’t. She shows them this by by touching them with her hands having flames but it’s not hurting them which makes her happy because she thought that would be impossible for her to have physical contact with them( hug ,kiss etc) turns out she can do that without worrying.

Hugs and kisses they are just happy she’s safe and proud of her 😊 relieved that their mate is ok but not gonna lie they where so scared of losing her 🥹 some ptsd might have happened poor Marcus would have been sweating if he was human . Shook all of them where after these events.

Sorry if this is long btw😂😅

Not a problem at all, i believe it’s you who’s sending in these long requests but I don’t mind, you’re being detailed which is great :)

↳ target on my back ↲

➘ summary : You should know better than to mess with what belongs to the volturi

➘ aro x reader x caius x marcus, volturi kings x reader, twilight x reader

The ancient halls of the Volturi castle echoed with the weight of history as (y/n) moved gracefully through its grand corridors. She was no ordinary vampire; she was the mate of the three Volturi kings: Aro, Caius, and Marcus. Her beauty was as captivating as her power, and her presence commanded respect from those within the castle's walls.

Today, (y/n) was perusing the extensive library, her fingers tracing the spines of leather-bound volumes. As she immersed herself in the knowledge within, a sense of tranquility settled over her. The bond between her and the Volturi kings was unbreakable, forged through centuries of loyalty and devotion.

However, that very bond also made her a target.

Rumors had been swirling about a rival coven, the Romans, who harbored a deep-seated hatred for the Volturi. They sought to take down the Volturi and establish their dominion over the vampire world. (y/n)'s unique position as the mate of the kings made her a valuable pawn in their dangerous game.

As the sun set and twilight painted the sky, (y/n) felt the presence of the Volturi kings drawing near. Aro, with his piercing crimson eyes and enigmatic smile, approached first.

"(y/n), my dear, I trust the library has provided you with some solace?" Aro's voice held a melodic quality as he spoke.

She smiled, her gaze meeting his. "Indeed, Aro. The knowledge contained within these walls is a treasure."

Caius, with his regal bearing and cold demeanor, joined them. "The Romans have grown bolder, (y/n). We must remain vigilant."

"Agreed," Marcus added, his gaze distant and mournful. "They will stop at nothing to tear down what we have built."

Aro's fingers lightly brushed (y/n)'s arm, his gaze intense. "They are aware of your significance to us, (y/n). You must take extra precautions."

(y/n) nodded, her expression determined. "I understand. I won't underestimate the danger they pose."

Days turned into nights, and (y/n) continued to live under the watchful eyes of the Volturi. She trained rigorously, honing her already formidable abilities to new heights. She knew that the Romans would strike when they perceived weakness, and she was determined not to give them that opportunity.

As she patrolled the castle walls one night, a chilling breeze swept through the air, sending a shiver down her spine. Her instincts kicked in, and she turned to face a group of menacing figures emerging from the shadows.

It was the Romans.

Their leader, a tall and imposing figure, stepped forward. "Ah, (y/n), it seems you've been well-protected by the Volturi."

(y/n) stood her ground, her voice unwavering. "I won't be swayed by your threats."

The Roman leader chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malice. "You underestimate our resolve, (y/n). Your connection to the Volturi is your weakness, and it will be your downfall."

The chilling night air hung heavy with tension as the Volturi gathered in the grand hall of their castle. News had reached them that (y/n), their mate and a crucial member of their coven, had been kidnapped by the Romans. The three kings exchanged grim looks, their expressions mirroring their shared concern.

"We must act swiftly," Aro declared, his voice carrying an edge of urgency. "The Romans have shown their hand, and they will not hesitate to use (y/n) against us."

Caius's eyes glittered with fury. "We will crush them and retrieve our mate."

Marcus, usually reserved, nodded in agreement. "We cannot afford to wait. Let us strike immediately."

As dawn approached, the Volturi assembled their forces and prepared to confront the Romans. Their resolve was unwavering, and the power they wielded was unlike any other in the vampire world.

Meanwhile, (y/n) found herself in a dimly lit chamber, the cold stone walls a stark reminder of her captivity. The Romans had used her own power against her, exploiting her vulnerability to fire by rendering her unconscious. As she slowly regained consciousness, her surroundings came into focus, and her heart raced with a mixture of anger and determination.

It was time to turn the tables.

Summoning her latent power, (y/n) focused her energy, creating a small flame in the palm of her hand. As the fire danced, she concentrated on her surroundings, igniting the edges of the ropes that bound her. The flames spread quickly, and within moments, the ropes were reduced to ashes.

With her hands free, (y/n) stood, her eyes blazing with intensity. She extended her power, flames licking across the walls of her prison. Panic spread through the Roman vampires as they realized the danger they were in. The fire roared to life, illuminating the chamber with an eerie glow.

"(y/n)!" the Roman leader shouted, his voice laced with desperation. "Stop this madness!"

She fixed him with a steely gaze. "You underestimated me. You may have taken me captive, but that’s only because I wanted you to. You may think you can control me, and those around me but I know one thing you can’t control.”

“And that is my power."

As the flames continued to rage, (y/n) moved with confidence, using her fire manipulation to keep the Romans at bay. She fought with a fierce determination, knowing that her ability was her greatest weapon.

Outside, the Volturi arrived at the Roman hideout, their presence like a storm descending upon the coven. The clash of powers and the chaos of battle echoed through the night as the two powerful factions collided.

Inside the chamber, (y/n) felt the familiar energy of the Volturi's arrival. She channeled her fire, creating a pathway through the walls. As the flames surged, she burst through the stone, emerging from the chamber in a blaze of fire and fury.

The Volturi fought with unmatched strength, their combined power a force to be reckoned with. Aro's crimson eyes blazed, Caius's wrath was unleashed, and Marcus's mournful gaze carried a weight of centuries.

Seeing their mate free and fighting alongside them only fueled their determination. The battle raged on, and (y/n) unleashed her fire against the Romans, their defenses crumbling in the face of her power.

In the midst of the chaos, (y/n) stood alongside the Volturi kings, her flames casting an ethereal light. The Romans were defeated, their plot shattered, and the Volturi's legacy remained intact.

And all remaining members were finished off by the kings themselves.

As the last embers of the battle flickered and faded, the Volturi kings and (y/n) stood amidst the aftermath of their victory. The scent of smoke lingered in the air, and the remnants of the Roman coven lay defeated around them. The bond that held the Volturi family together was stronger than ever.

Aro, his eyes alight with curiosity, approached (y/n) as she emerged from the dissipating flames. He regarded her with a mixture of intrigue and wonder. "My dear, I couldn't help but notice the way the flames danced around you. It was as if you were surrounded by a halo of fire."

Caius nodded in agreement, his stern expression giving way to genuine interest. "Indeed, your power over fire is remarkable."

(y/n) met their gazes, her own filled with a mix of emotions. She took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. "I've always had these abilities, even before I became a vampire."

Marcus's voice, usually soft-spoken, held a touch of surprise. "You've had this power all along?"

She nodded, her gaze steady. "Yes, I've been able to create and control fire since I was a child. But I never saw fit to tell anyone. I didn't want my abilities to overshadow my role as your mate."

Aro's smile was genuine, his eyes reflecting a newfound appreciation. "My dear, you needn't have hidden such a remarkable gift. Your power is a testament to your strength and uniqueness."

Caius's lips curved into a rare smile, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness. "You've kept quite the secret, (y/n)."

She smiled back, her heart warming at their reactions. "I wanted to prove my worth through loyalty and action, rather than relying solely on my abilities."

Marcus's gaze held a sense of understanding. "And prove yourself you have."

As the realization sank in, (y/n) felt a weight lift from her shoulders. The Volturi kings accepted her not just for her bond to them, but for who she truly was. Her power was a part of her identity, and it was something she no longer needed to hide.

Aro's voice held a note of excitement. "Your power over fire will only enhance our family's strength. With your abilities, we are an unstoppable force."

Caius nodded, his tone resolute. "We will face any challenges that come our way, together."

Standing amidst the remnants of the battle, the Volturi kings and (y/n) looked to the horizon, their unity unbreakable. The flames that had once been her secret were now a symbol of her strength, their glow illuminating the path forward. As the night gave way to a new day, the legacy of the Volturi burned brighter than ever before.

As the Volturi kings and (y/n) discussed her newfound revelation of fire manipulation, the guards stood in the background, their expressions a mix of curiosity and uncertainty. Among them, Felix couldn't hold back his incredulous thoughts any longer.

His deep voice cut through the moment, and he spoke with a mixture of sarcasm and mock concern. "So, no one's going to talk about the fact that her powers are literal fire? Vampires fear fire, and she can literally burn us to dust and ash if she so feels like it."

A brief, awkward silence fell upon the group. Aro, Caius, and Marcus exchanged glances, their expressions a blend of amusement and understanding. (y/n) looked at them, her lips twitching as she fought to suppress a smile.

Aro finally spoke, his tone light yet carrying an air of assurance. "Felix, my dear guard, you bring up a valid point. However, I believe we can all trust (y/n)'s discretion in how she wields her power."

Caius's dry humor made an appearance as he added, "Indeed, I would prefer not to be turned to ash, should I accidentally upset her."

Marcus's gaze held a hint of mischief. "I suppose that's a mutual sentiment."

Felix blinked, caught off guard by the lack of surprise or panic in their responses. "Oh. Okay, then. I see how it is."

(y/n) couldn't help but chuckle at Felix's reaction. She stepped forward, her tone light. "Don't worry, Felix. I promise not to burn you to ash."

Felix raised an eyebrow, his lips quirking into a half-smile. "Appreciate that, (y/n). It's good to know our safety is a priority."

As the tension eased and laughter echoed through the hall, the Volturi guards and the kings shared a moment of camaraderie. (y/n)'s newfound ability had brought an unexpected twist to their dynamic, but they embraced it with the same unity that defined their coven.

Amidst the laughter and shared understanding, (y/n) felt a sense of belonging stronger than ever. Her fire was no longer a secret, but a source of strength that bound her even closer to the Volturi family. As the night gave way to the dawn, they stood together, ready to face whatever challenges the future might hold, fire and all.

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bunnysdollette · 10 days ago

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ How to be magnetic: My opinions on specific person manifestation 💭🖊️ ๋࣭ ⭑

ᯓ★ My tips for becoming confident, mesmerizing, and magnetic. 📝

ᝰ.ᐟ This is just my rlly long personal opinion, it doesn’t work for everyone. I encourage everyone to do deeper research on specific person manifesting as well I might do some more posts like these ^^

1. STOP obsessing

this is really controversial, but I feel like obsessing never even works when it comes to manifesting an sp because chasing a person only makes them want to move away from you more. when you refocus your time and energy into yourself, that’s when you start to see results.

ᝰ.ᐟ the reason you are obsessing over this specific person you want, whatever, it’s because you doubt yourself and you want to hold onto the image of them that you’ve created in your head. that image of them is one created using the halo effect, where they’re imperfect and a god compared to you. this obsession stems from a place of doubt.

the specific person you are trying to manifest into your life, stop putting them on a pedestal. u are the creator. u are a magnet who manifested anyone you desire into your life. let that be reprogrammed into your mind from day one; that u hold all the power.

ᝰ.ᐟ stop stalking this person. stop completely submerging yourself into scenarios with them, freaking out when they interact with anyone else. u are a magnet for them. they are charmed by u only. engrave that into your head.

2. manifestation is a big YOU vs YOU

next, you need to understand that often the only force holding yourself back from attracting specific person or other people into your life is yourself. yes sometimes it could just be that person isn’t meant for you, but if you feel such a strong bond and tension towards this person where the tie remains there, u can and will attract them into your life.

ᝰ.ᐟ but you are stuck with this pessimistic attitude that it’s impossible and that what you’re doing makes no sense. manifestation itself isn’t logical but it works, first accept that. manifestation is a big mental battle with yourself.

once you realize “the process” is just learning to invest time in yourself so that they feel drawn to you, that’s when everything feels more simplified. manifesting an sp is more or less about trying to make your love for them grow more, it’s about making your love for yourself grow more, vibrating on a higher level.

ᝰ.ᐟ when that happens, people want to follow. people will admire you. you become a magnet for love and admiration.

3. What is your CHARM?

to get to know another person better and get close enough to them for a relationship, you first have to know yourself. you first have to observe yourself, know your strengths and weaknesses. it sounds rlly funny, I actually heard this from in tiktok somewhere.

ᝰ.ᐟ it’s called “plotting on someone” it basically still applies here. What is your charm? are you cute and bubbly? or do you have more of a reserved, self-assured charm? depending on the kind of person you are, you will attract different groups of people.

once you become confident enough in yourself and your charm, thats when you start to attract people. it’s just extremely important that you are 100% apologetically yourself and confidently yourself at all times around your sp or when manifesting your sp, whatever.

ᝰ.ᐟ never, and I repeat NEVER change yourself for anyone. so the third thing you need to engrave in your mind is that u are already good enough and anyone who wants you to change for them isn’t meant for you, period.

4. Methods shouldn’t feel like chores

guys, u do NOT need the most fanciest methods to manifest a specific person into your life or really anything. if u want to manifest in that way go for it, but manifestation can be as simple as just doing affirmations. When a negative thought comes up, refocusing your mind on affirming the 4D. You don’t need the most fanciest ways to manifest something into your life.

ᝰ.ᐟ building confidence in yourself when manifesting is so important. I don’t think the more times you affirm something = the more results, but when you have frequent negative thoughts, it’s important to slow down and remind yourself who is in control of your life.

One way is through this useful tool I learned called persisting. When you have a wavering negative thought, DONT entertain it. Immediately identify it as a negative thought trying to distract you and trying to make you focus more on the 3D/what you lack and think your desires don’t exist already, and BLOCK that thought by reaffirming and moving on. I actually love this idea sm, I read about it in a post about mental diet which you can read about here and more tips here.

ᝰ.ᐟ your sp is already attracted to you. they are already constantly thinking about you, in love with you, trying to attract YOU. you don’t have to overcomplicate things to try and force yourself to believe it, you have to believe undoubtedly that you are already together, that your feelings are already reciprocated. Because they are, the 4D says so.

5. Final thoughts

ᯓ★I made a lot a lot of controversial statements in this post and popped off a lot compared to how much I usually do. Like usually, I’ll just play it safe and share bits of advice I feel like will be generally liked. But I made a lot of statements i know not everyone will like, and that’s okay.

ᝰ.ᐟ The concluding message I really have for this post is to believe in yourself as a creator, that you hold all of the power. You could even choose to ignore like every single word I wrote in this post if you wanted to. Do what works for you, and as always, stay focused on what really matters.

thanks for reading

#bunny’s dollette ♡#coquette #dollygirl #cute #girlblogging #hyper feminine #law of assumption #manifesting #pink pilates princess #sawako kuronuma #law of attraction #law of manifestation #specific person #manifesation #girl blogging

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lemoncrushh · 5 months ago

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The Entertainer II - Track 07 - With Bells On

Summary: What if it wasn’t the end? What if Sky did actually see Harry at the Forum in the early 80s, and he saw her too? What if fate took hold of them both, and they realized their journey was not over? Set in 1981, Harry and Sky’s story continues with more music, more romance, and a few more twists and turns.

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“Nobody gets too much heaven no more It’s much harder to come by, I’m waiting in line…”

I hummed along mindlessly to the Bee Gees as I sifted through a rack of dresses.

“Sky. Hello, Earth to Sky Jones!”

I took a deep breath and blinked, turning towards my friend, her hand waving in my face.

“Sorry…um did you say something?”

“Jesus, Sky,” scoffed Halo. “Are you in Harryland, or what?”

“Sorry,” I blushed. “I guess I was.”

“And have been all morning,” Halo chuckled. “Boy, you got it bad.”

Harry had left my apartment early that morning, just five hours after he’d arrived. He’d left me in bed with a kiss, whispering that he had some things to tend to and errands to run before rehearsal for tonight’s show. I’d drifted back into dreamworld for maybe an hour until I had to get up myself to meet Halo for our shopping day. His scent lingered on my sheets, the feeling of his warm mouth on my body as I’d tried my best to step down from the cloud I was on.

“Donna says I daydream at work, too,” I remarked, draping a dress over my arm. “I guess I need to snap back to reality.”

“That’s the beauty of it though, isn’t it?” remarked Halo. “This is your reality now. You’re actually dating him.”

I followed Halo into the dressing rooms where I tried on my one dress that I really had no interest in. Halo had five.

“Did I tell you about Greg?” I heard her ask through the wall.

“I don’t think so. Who’s he?”

“Greg Cassio. He’s one of our artists we showcase at the gallery. He’s smoking hot, and I’d been dying to find out if he’s gay or married or anything. Anyway, he came in this week, and he was totally flirting with me.”

“So…what did he say?”

“He was leaning over the counter, checking out my rack, and I asked him when we might be getting any new pieces from him. He winked at me and said I could get a piece whenever I wanted.”

“Um…okay.”

“Okay, so maybe that doesn’t mean anything, but did you catch the double entendre?” Halo asked.

“Yeah…kinda creepy if you ask me,” I remarked.

Halo and I had been friends long enough that we could be honest with each other. She knew I wasn’t crazy about her new preference in men, but she also knew I would stick by her.

I heard her exasperated sigh just before her door opened.

“Alright, tell me what you think of this,” she called.

Opening my dressing room door, I saw her standing before me in a stunning black strapless dress.

“Oh, Halo, so pretty!”

“Truly?”

“Yes!” I sang. “You look like Princess Diana.”

My best friend laughed and twirled around. She was going to a holiday party as well, but one a bit more formal than mine.

“Okay, it’s your turn to find something,” she announced. “Are you getting that?”

I looked down at the simple frock I’d chosen, more like something I’d wear to work.

“Nah,” I shook my head. “I want something sexy.”

“Atta girl! Let’s go have lunch, and then hit Rodeo.”

With a huff, I pushed open my apartment door and heaved my haul of shopping bags onto my kitchen table. Halo soon followed, closing my door with her elbow.

“Every year I say I’m not going to wait ‘til December to do my Christmas shopping, and every year I lie,” remarked Halo with a sigh.

“We got some good deals, though,” I said.

“I say that every year, too.”

With a laugh, I walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water.

“You got anything harder than that?” Halo asked as I ran the tap.

“It just so happens, I do have a little of that scotch left from your birthday,” I nodded.

“Oh goodie!”

“Harry and I had some, but there’s still plenty left.”

I took down another glass from the cupboard and poured some for Halo. Then I added a splash to my water.

“What did he think of your apartment?” she asked me when she took a sip.

“He liked it. He said it was very me. And he laughed about me not having the itchy couch anymore.”

“Oh God, he remembered the couch! What a guy!”

I didn’t tell her all the other things he remembered. Some things I enjoyed keeping to myself.

As if he knew we were talking about him, the phone rang. Already knowing it was him calling, I answered with a smile.

“Hello?”

“Hi, baby.”

“Hi.” I must have either said it in a certain tone or with a look that gave me away, because Halo rolled her eyes and leaned back against the sink, her arms crossed.

“How was your day?” I asked.

“Great, how was yours?”

“Good. I just got back with Halo. We’ve been shopping all day.”

“Oh yeah? Did you-”

“Hi, Harry!” Halo called into the phone and grabbed her glass from the counter.

Harry chuckled, “Hi, Halo!”

“He says hi. And he can’t wait to see you,” I told Halo.

“Hey, babe, I just wanted to make sure you know where to go tonight.”

“Oh yeah, definitely.”

“I don’t want you to get stuck in the queue to get in, so I’ve put you and Halo on the list,” explained Harry.

“On the list?”

“Yeah, remember that bouncer out front? His name’s Tommy. Just tell him you’re Sky and Halo, and he’ll let you in.”

“Oh cool. Thanks, baby.”

“Oh! I get a ‘baby’ now?” Harry asked.

“Sure, why not?” I shrugged.

Harry made a sexy sound before he mumbled something that sounded like “so fucking cute.”

“What?”

“Nothin’ babe,” he chuckled. “I’ll see you tonight, yeah?”

“With bells on,” I sang.

Harry laughed harder. “I’d love to see that. Bye, angel.”

As I returned the receiver to its spot on my kitchen wall, I heard Halo groan, “If you two were any sweeter, I might gag.”

“Help me, Halo, I’m in love.”

I said it matter-of-factly, but also as an honest plea for help. Catching the look of desperation on my face, Halo embraced me like only a best friend could.

“Oh, sweet Sky,” she said as she rocked me back and forth. “You didn’t have to tell me. This is Harry Styles we’re talking about. The only guy I’ve ever known to make you feel this way.”

“Kinda pathetic, huh?”

“Not at all! I love teasing you because you’re my friend. But in all honesty…I find this all incredibly romantic.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Now, let’s go start getting ready for this gig tonight. We’ll get you all dolled up so he can’t stand to look at anyone but you. And we’ll make the other girls jealous like we used to do.”

I gave her a huge squeeze and a kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks, Halo.”

“That’s what friends are for, right?”

I turned on my stereo and we sang along to every song while we got ready.

“When will you see me, my salamander Don’t try to tell me, oh no don’t answer…”

“What do you think that means?” I asked Halo. “My salamander?”

She laughed as she danced. “Who the hell knows? I think Paul McCartney is one of those people who can just get away with making up rubbish and it still sounds good.”

“You’re probably right,” I giggled.

“Harry’s like a Paul, isn’t he?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, besides being incredibly handsome, and British, he was in a successful band, and now he’s trying out the solo thing.”

“Yeah, good point,” I nodded as I slipped into my shoes. “But the other Beatles have solo albums too.”

“True,” Halo agreed, then paused as she brushed her hair. “But he’s definitely a Paul.”

“I’m getting closer to your heart…”

Not wanting to have to worry about parking, Halo and I took a cab to the club. When it dropped us off in front, I noticed a line had already formed down the street.

“Jesus,” I muttered as I stepped out onto the curb.

“Sky, look!” Halo, poked me in the shoulder and pointed up at the marquee that read HARRY STYLES.

“Wow.”

We made our way up to the front where I remembered Tommy being the last time. Relieved when I spotted him, I half hoped he recognized me, though I was sure he wouldn’t.

“Line’s back here, sweetie,” I heard a woman call, but I just smiled and pretended I didn’t hear her.

“Hi,” I said nervously when I approached Tommy. “I’m Sky, and this is Halo. My boyfriend said we should be on the list.”

“Your boyfriend, eh?” Tommy smirked. Then he picked up his clipboard and scanned it. “Oh yeah, Sky and Halo, I remember now. Harry did give me your real names because I gotta see some ID.”

“Oh. Yeah. I forgot about that, sorry,” I cringed, digging into my purse.

“Just standard policy, sweetheart.”

“I understand.”

I handed Tommy my ID and passed Halos along as well.

“Alright, thanks,” Tommy grinned. Then he lifted the velvet rope. “Have a good evening, ladies.”

“Thanks, Tommy,” I waved as I crossed the threshold.

“Oh, Harry told you my name, did he? Nice kid, that one.”

I beamed with pride as Halo and I made our way through the club.

“He was nice,” she yelled into my ear.

“Yeah. I wish they were all like that.”

“Helps to have boyfriends in high places,” Halo laughed.

Just like Harry and I had done, we stopped at the bar to grab drinks. Halo had just taken a sip when a Billy Squier tune came on.

“Shit, I love this song!” she screamed, her arms in the air.

“Lonely is the night When you find yourself alone Your demons come to light And your mind is not your own”

I smiled as I watched Halo sway on her stool. How I’d missed sharing my love for music with her. She would have had fun with me at the Journey concert. The last time we’d done anything like this had been well over a year ago.

“One glimpse’ll show you now baby What the music can do…”

“I missed this,” I commented when the song ended.

“Me too,” Halo agreed.

I knew that she knew I meant her, but also Harry. And anything else that had to do with music. Music was in my veins, in my blood. Although I’d never really let it go, I had allowed myself to step away from the lifestyle a little bit, thinking it was no longer for me.

“You didn’t like Alan, did you?” I suddenly asked.

“What?” Halo leaned towards me. “Alan? He was a dick.”

“I thought so,” I nodded.

“What made you think of him?”

I shrugged. “I was thinking about how wrong he was for me. Not just because he was kind of a jerk. But because at the time I’d thought he was what I needed.”

“He was dull as hell,” groaned Halo, making a face.

“I know,” I laughed.

“Look how Harry lights you up. Alan never did that, Sky.”

“You’re right. You’re absolutely right.”

Just then, a short, bald man tapped me on my shoulder.

“Excuse me. Is one of you named Sky?” he asked.

“I am,” I replied.

“Hi miss, I’m Carl Peterson, I’m the manager here,” he offered his hand.

“Oh, yes, hello,” I shook his hand nervously.

“Mr. Styles reserved a table for you over here, if you’ll follow me.”

My jaw open, I slid off my stool and grabbed Halo’s hand, following Carl to the same booth Harry and I had sat in the week before.

“Thank you,” I told Carl as I slid into my seat.

“Thank you ladies for coming,” he smiled. “If there’s anything you need at all, please let me or one of my waitresses know.”

“Look at you!” Halo exclaimed when Carl was out of ear shot. “This is the big time now! VIP!”

I shrugged out of my jacket, feeling warm already. I wore similar jeans from last time, but paired them with a cute off-the-shoulder peasant style top, gold sandals and a gold belt.

As I looked around the room, I quickly noticed how much more crowded it was than the prior weekend. All the tables were taken, and within just a few minutes, the rest of the area was filled with people as well. The waitress had to squeeze through to get to us, but she managed to bring us fresh drinks right before the lights went down.

As soon as the overhead music came to a halt, the crowd began to cheer. Carl took the stage, a spotlight on him. Already, I got the idea this was a much more special event than Stargazer had been.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” he announced. “Thank you all for coming tonight. It is my honor and privilege to present to you…Harry Styles!”

I felt my heart leap from my chest and into my throat. The noise in the room grew thirty decibles when the band walked onto the stage. I caught a glimpse of the new bass player and drummer; I smiled when I saw Mitch take the guitar pick from his mouth and begin to play. But then my eyes zoomed like magnets to the tall, long-haired rocker at the microphone. Just as if I’d gone back in time to 1976, the sight of Harry Styles singing in front of me hit me in the chest like a bolt of lightning.

He addressed the crowd at the start of the song, like he always did, waving and getting them to scream louder. By the second verse, he seemed to search the audience, seeking out someone particular. That’s when our eyes met, and he gave that amazing smile that was only meant for me.

When the first song ended - a hit from Wildfire's first album - the band went straight into “Only Angel”. I screamed and cheered just like before, but it was even more exciting hearing him sing it with his own band, and not Hunter Howe’s. And just like before, Harry singled me out, pressing his hand to his chest, as if to say I was his. I caught a few heads turning and eyes glaring at me, but I didn’t care.

“Make ‘em jealous, girl, make ‘em jealous,” Halo yelled in my ear.

I turned and looked at her, a knowing smile on her face.

“He loves you,” she mouthed.

I simply nodded, returning my focus on Harry. He strutted on the stage like a rockstar in all his glory. I cheered like I used to, like he deserved.

During the middle of his set, Harry sang the acoustic ballad that got me emotional. I felt myself tremble, wishing I didn’t let music affect me so much. But Halo, being the good friend she was, held my hand and swayed with me. When it was over, she was the first to stand and hoot and whistle, enough for both of us since I could barely move.

The band didn’t give me much time to wipe my tears before they kicked into the next track, but I was grateful it wasn’t another heartbreaker. Afterwards, Harry introduced the rest of the band - Danny Mercedes on bass, Bret Alkin on drums, and of course Mitch Rowland on guitar.

“And I’m Harry Styles,” he grinned and the crowd erupted once more. “Thank you so much for coming.”

Harry turned back to the band, said something, then addressed the audience again.

“This is something new.”

Wide-eyed, I stared at Halo who stared back at me. Something new? Harry hadn’t told me he was working on any new songs. But, then again, I hadn’t thought to ask.

It was a fantastic song, a rocker. I didn’t take the time to really listen to the lyrics, however, as I was more focused on how amazing Harry looked. He was the perfect showman, completely in his element. The audience loved him, and he loved them.

“Um…Sky?” Halo nudged me in the middle of the tune. “I think this song might be about you.”

“What?” I glared at her incredulously. “No!”

Halo raised her brows, nodding her head to the melody as the chorus came around again and sang along to the line…”she’s all I want, and I can’t get enough. I’m drunk on her.”

I made a face. “That could be about anybody.”

Halo side-eyed me. “If you say so.”

She continued to dance in her seat, clapping her hands to the beat. I had to admit, I started paying more attention to the lyrics after that. But I couldn’t really find anything that was obviously in reference to me. It just sounded like any rock song about a guy who had flipped over some woman. I really liked it though, regardless of who it was about.

The audience cheered louder than ever as Bret ended the song with a flourish and Harry bent back, giving one of his signature rockstar moves. When he stood up straight again, his hair had fallen over his eyes, and I instantly felt that little twinge in my stomach.

“Hell yes!” screamed Halo, rising to her feet.

I joined her, yelling for my boyfriend - my favorite front man. As he combed his fingers through his hair, I caught the lopsided grin I loved so much. When his eyes met mine, he smiled even brighter, then blew me kisses. As I blew some back, he pressed both hands to his chest and mouthed “I love you so much.”

The band kicked into another hit from their last album as I stood dead in my tracks. Had he just…?

“Oh my God!” Halo yelled in my ear, grabbing my arm. “He said he loves you!”

“You saw that too, huh?”

“I told you!”

“No…” I furrowed my brows and shook my head. “No, that…that wasn’t for me. It was for us, right? Like he does with fans? He was just saying he loves his fans.”

“He was not looking at me,” Halo laughed. “Or anyone else. That was straight at you, Sky!”

“No,” I argued again. “I don’t think he would have done that. Not in front of everyone. That was just a love for his audience thing.”

Halo shrugged, clearly in disagreement. “Maybe so, but…it sure didn’t seem like it.”

Letting it go for the time being, Halo and I continued to enjoy the show. The band ended with one of their bigger hits, and we both stood and danced along. Then Harry gave one more round of waves and kisses, and expressed his thanks into the microphone.

“You’ve been absolutely incredible,” he said, getting a bit choked up. “I really truly appreciate this. It feels so amazing to be back. Thank you.”

The crowd cheered, whistled, hooted and hollered as the band exited the stage, and the noise continued long after they’d left. It wasn’t until the stage lights went out and the club lights came back on that everyone began to disburse. Halo and I stayed in our booth as people walked past us to get to the door. I saw several sets of eyes glaring at me, some curiously and some just plain jealous.

“Wow!” Halo exclaimed, throwing her head back. “That was so fucking fantastic! I’m kind of bummed we didn’t go see them on tour.”

“Tell me about it,” I muttered.

“But who’s to say you’d be here now,” my friend added with a shrug. “Maybe it was for the best.”

“That’s what I keep telling myself.”

“Hi, ladies, did you enjoy the show?” I heard a male voice ask.

“Oh my God, Mr. Irving!” I squealed.

Irving Azoff chuckled as he approached our table. I quickly slid out of the booth, ready to give him a hug. Then I worried maybe that seemed too presumptuous.

“Do you remember me?” I asked hesitantly.

“Of course I do, dear. Well…I didn’t at first. But Harry refreshed my memory.”

I smiled at the idea that Harry and told Mr. Irving about me.

“This is my friend Halo,” I gestured.

“Yes, I remember now,” he nodded as he took Halo’s hand. “You two came to a lot of shows when Wildfire was just starting out.”

“That’s right,” Halo and I sang in unison.

“Harry thinks a lot of you, and I can appreciate that,” Irving nodded.

My face flushed with pride. Just then, Carl walked up and addressed Mr. Irving. When he noticed us, he smiled.

“Let me show these ladies backstage, Mr. Azoff, and then I’ll be right with you.”

“Of course. Have a good evening, girls.”

“Bye,” I grinned as he patted my arm.

Halo and I followed Carl to a side door that led backstage. Before I was halfway in the room, I heard his voice.

“There she is!”

“Who, me?” I beamed as Harry walked up to me.

“Who else?” he replied, sliding his hands around my waist. I squealed when he pinched my behind.

“Damn, I thought you were talking about me,” I heard Halo mock behind me with a giggle.

“Halo! C’mere love!” Letting go of me, Harry embraced Halo in a tight hug. “You look bloody fantastic. How’ve you been?”

“Thanks, I’ve been great! You guys were so good!”

“Yeah?” Harry looked from Halo to me and back. “Did you like it?”

“God yes, the new band sounds incredible, Harry.”

With a smile, Harry eyed me, though he was talking to Halo. I merely nodded. “What did you think of the new song?”

I heard Halo say something at the same time I murmured, “loved it.”

“I’m glad,” said Harry.

His hand found mine by my side, and he tickled the back of it with his finger, his eyes still staring at me. My chest rose and fell as I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding, and I heard Halo clear her throat. Casting her a glance, I caught a glimmer of knowledge on her face as she raised her brows at me.

“I don’t believe it!” a voice called from our left.

Halo turned with shriek.

“I thought I recognized that voice,” said Mitch as he approached. “I knew it had to belong to the one and only H-A-L-O.”

“Mitchell Rowland, come give me a hug!” Halo yelled.

“You didn’t tell him?” I whispered to Harry.

“Nah. I reckoned I’d take the piss.”

I shook my head and laughed at his British phrase. After Mitch gave me a hug as well, I left my best friend and Harry’s guitar player to begin their reunion.

“Oh Sky, let me introduce you to the new members of the Harry Styles band,” he announced proudly as two other guys entered the room.

With a smile, I graciously shook hands with Danny and Bret. Because I had been so focused on Harry during the show, I hadn’t really gotten a good look at them on stage. Danny was tall and dark with a mustache. He reminded me of Tony Orlando with long, curly hair. Bret, a little shorter than Danny and Harry, had blond hair that kissed his shoulders, and a smile that could rival Harry’s.

“Damn, Styles, you didn’t tell me how gorgeous she was!” he exclaimed when he took my hand.

“I’m most certain I did,” Harry chuckled, cleverly sliding his hand around my back.

“Ah well, y’know,” Bret said with a wink, “you don’t always believe it ‘til you see it.”

I looked up at Harry who merely rolled his eyes, making me feel a little more at ease. But as Bret and Danny moved on to greet Halo, I couldn’t shake the strange way Bret made me feel. Maybe I just wasn’t used to being ogled over by someone else.

“Sorry about that,” Harry leaned into me. “Bret is…kind of a flirt.”

“I can see that,” I nodded as I watched the drummer introduce himself to Halo.

“He’s harmless though. And they all know how I feel about you.”

I widened my eyes in question. “How you feel about me?”

“Yeah,” he said, as if there was no doubt.

As he leaned in for a kiss, I thought about how he’d confessed his love on stage, and whether or not it had been meant for me alone. When our lips touched, however, I decided not to ask him about it. At least not yet.

Songs mentioned:

Bee Gees - Too Much Heaven

Wings - Getting Closer

Billy Squier - Lonely Is the Night

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