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Hiiii !!! I have to say, I have been loving your work and been extatic to find a creator/writer who writes as often/fast as you do! Lord knows, the last time I requested something it took a year for someone to reply to it haha. (Do take care of yourself, make sure you don't burnout from writing too much, and take breaks if need be.)

I wantet to request something from you, if you don't mind? If you do you can kindly ignore this, but how about the arcane characters with a Bassist, gn!S/O? What would they think about it? (Totally not asking after getting back into Bass after not practicing for three months lolol.)

Would love to hear back from you! Have a nice day! Toodles!

Thank you for the kind words I’m thrilled you enjoy my writing, and I’ll definitely take your advice on self-care—

Jinx

Jinx is immediately obsessed. She’ll insist on helping you “modify” your bass for a “cooler” sound (whether you agree is another story). She’ll sit cross-legged and watch you play, sometimes randomly yelling, “Play it louder!” She’s your chaotic cheerleader and probably doodles all over your bass case.

Vi

Vi loves the vibe your bass brings to the atmosphere. She’ll lean against a wall, arms crossed, with a smirk as she listens to you play. She might even jokingly suggest you form a band together, though her “singing voice” is a source of humor for both of you.

Sevika

Sevika loves the bass’s deep, resonating sound. It’s calming after a long day. She’d likely listen in silence, nursing a drink, but she’s secretly in awe of your skill. She’ll tease you about “being her personal jukebox” but quietly brags about you to others.

Silco

Silco sees your musical talent as a calming presence amidst his chaos. He’ll close his eyes and let the bass’s vibrations wash over him while nursing a glass of whiskey. It’s a rare moment of peace for him, and he appreciates the grounding effect you bring.

Vander

Vander admires how passionate you are about your bass. He’ll sit at the bar while you play, a proud smile on his face. If you ever play something upbeat, he’ll tap along or encourage the patrons to join in. Your music adds warmth to his world.

Ekko

Ekko is super impressed. He’ll gush about how “cool” you are and ask you to jam with him using makeshift instruments in the Firelights’ hideout. He calls you “Firebug” and says your bass gives off the same energy as you—electric and unforgettable.

Jayce

Jayce thinks it’s awesome and will likely get overenthusiastic, asking a million questions about your bass’s construction. He might even offer to build you a customized one, complete with Hextech modifications (you may need to reign him in before he goes overboard).

Viktor

Viktor admires your precision and rhythm. He’ll comment on the parallels between music and engineering, noting how both require intricate balance. He enjoys listening to you play while he works and occasionally hums along without realizing.

Caitlyn

Caitlyn is enamored with the elegance of your playing. She’d ask you to teach her a simple bassline, though her skills might be… questionable. She enjoys seeing you in your element and always applauds enthusiastically after a session.

Mel Medarda

Mel is drawn to the confidence your music exudes. She finds your passion inspiring and will commission artists to paint you mid-performance. She sees your bass as an extension of your personality—both powerful and mesmerizing.

Ambessa Medarda

Ambessa respects dedication, and your commitment to your craft impresses her. She enjoys watching you play, often from a relaxed position, commenting on how your music has a grounding yet commanding presence—much like you.

Maddie Nolen

Maddie admires the creativity your bass playing brings to life. She’ll eagerly ask about your inspirations and how you craft melodies. She enjoys the way your music creates an atmosphere, adding depth to any moment.

Lest

Lest’s feline senses are highly attuned to sound, and she finds the bass incredibly soothing. She’ll lay her head in your lap while you play and purr softly. She might even suggest you try incorporating some unique, whimsical elements into your music.

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FEELS LIKE A THRILLER! ᯓᡣ𐭩

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MAYBE ANTON WAS RIGHT. Maybe being with Seunghan wasn’t good for you, because your heart feels like it’s three seconds away from exploding after that stunt he just pulled over text. That’s not normal, right? What if he really does come from a long line of shamans dating back to the Song Dynasty, and he’s cast a curse on you to be hopelessly and utterly drawn to him all these years. That sounds both reasonable and unreasonable!

“Stop looking at me like that,” Seunghan says, snapping you out of your reverie. 

“Like what?” you ask, blinking in confusion. 

“Like you think I’ve cursed you or something.” 

You tense up, looking at him with an alarmed expression. He laughs at this, throwing his head back over his chair before you cautiously say, “...You’re actually a shaman, aren’t you?” 

“No, I’m not, I promise,” he responds with that same, charming smile of his before taking a sip of his drink. “I’m just playing with you.” 

You relax just a little bit, before your expression morphs back to that somber look which has been the cause of Seunghan’s initial concerns. You seemed perfectly fine when he met up with you in the cafe for your little study date, but after getting settled in with your drinks and being halfway through his research paper, he couldn’t help but notice the sudden tenseness of your shoulders while you stared at your phone. Perhaps it’s none of his business, or perhaps you had just seen a particularly depressing post while scrolling through social media or something inconsequential like that, but Seunghan can’t deny the worry that immediately washes over him at the smallest furrow of your eyebrows. 

Here’s the thing: Seunghan always had the innate skill to easily read people—an ability he often prides himself in—but who knew that he’d be this conscious over your feelings? Your well-being? It hasn’t even been a long time since you’ve started “seeing” each other, too, and yet here he is, perfectly attuned to the worries in your mind, whatever they could even be about. (He does have inkling as to what it could be, though.)

And he knows you two aren’t official yet—that you’re not an actual “thing” right at this second, but Seunghan just can’t help but want to quickly erase the doubts in your mind. To ease the frown on your face, to be able to see you smile again. 

“...I got into a fight with Anton a few days ago,” you begin, slowly, gauging Seunghan’s reaction to your announcement. “Sunoo’s also mad at us for fighting in the groupchat, but I had to say what I had to say since he wouldn’t reply to my DMs. Which… kinda sounds stupid now, to be honest.” 

“Oh,” is the only thing Seunghan could muster up. Looks like he was right, then. “...What’d you guys even fight about?” 

You immediately deflate. 

“You don’t have to tell me,” he quickly adds. 

“No, I, ugh,” you groan, slouching on your chair before straightening up again. “It’s just—I guess you could say we fought about… you?”

Seunghan almost chokes on his drink. “What.”

After taking the napkin you kindly gave him, he gathered his wits to finally reply, but he could only say “oh” like the inarticulate fool he was currently being.

“Please say something else,” you plead, “ this  is actually embarrassing, you know?” 

“No, yeah, I get that—” he reasons, looking back at you with judgment-free eyes. “But… Why me? Did I do something wrong? I don’t want to be the reason you guys aren’t friends anymore, although I’m sure Anton will eventually come around regardless of a fight. Just give it a couple more days, maybe?”

“Yeah,” you concur, although dejectedly. “He’s my best friend… I don’t want to lose him over a silly fight.” 

“Are you calling me silly?” Seunghan blandly asks. 

You snort. “Not like that, obviously.” 

Seunghan unknowingly smiles at the sight of your grin, albeit small, but at least it’s something.

“So… why were you guys fighting about me?” he continues, watching for any shifts of your expression. “Actually, instead of just about me, is it about—us?” 

Your glare is almost scathing. “Mind reader.” 

“I’m not a mind-reader!”

“I don’t know,” you thankfully digress, suddenly looking anxious, “it’s kind of hard to explain why we fought…” 

“How come?” Seunghan tilts his head. 

Something gets stuck inside your throat the moment Seunghan looks back at you with that earnest expression of his. The kind to make you wanna spill out everything inside your mind, but at the same not because what’s in your mind should really only be reserved for yourself, just as how it has always been for the last four years or so. 

Who knew being face-to-face with him, in this context, in this exact moment, would suddenly reduce you to the same girl who could only pine for him from far away? 

He’s so close—just a table’s distance away from you, really—and yet he’s so far away. 

You tried not to let Anton’s messages get to you last night, but you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t lose sleep that night. How could you simply go to sleep when your best friend, the one who knew of your feelings since forever ago, basically told you that your feelings were shallow? How could you not stay awake after that? It made you angry, sure, but you were more sad of how lightly he talked of your feelings. There is nothing wrong in trying to move on from liking someone—and even if it never came to be that way, who did Anton think he was in the first place? How could he decide for you just like that? It’s not like it’s any of his goddamn business—

“Y/N?” 

“Oh, my God,” you squeak out, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” 

“Doing what?” Seunghan asks, looking too concerned for your well-being. That’s so cute. He’s so cute. 

No! Keep yourself together, Y/N! Now’s not the time! You can’t believe that you’re going to confess to him inside a cafe. You’ve completely disregarded your romantic scenarios from when you were in high school, and now you’re spilling out your true feelings in this situation? In this context? God, it’s like you’re just asking for the universe to strike you down with lightning at this point. 

But there’s no time to be dramatic now. Everything you’ve been asking for has culminated into this point—all the longing, the yearning, the embarrassing complaints to your friends in the groupchat about how you wished he would just look back at you for once—all of that doesn't matter in the face of today. No more thinking, no more doubting, the time is now. You can do this—what’s so hard about confessing to the guy you’ve liked for the past, almost four years anyway? 

(A lot, you soon realize.)

You lock gazes with the seemingly clueless Seunghan, determination bursting forth within your eyes. You’ve been seeing each other for a couple weeks now, and, sure, this isn’t exactly the most normal of all situations to be in with the guy you like, but it’s something entirely unique to your own. You’ve gotten to know Seunghan more personally this year than you ever did throughout high school, and you had a lot of classes with him during that time! You know how he acts during certain situations (like that time with Wonbin), you know his hobbies (nerd shit like collecting pokemons), and you know his struggles—at least the ones he willingly shares with you during your late night calls. And the same goes for him, too. There is absolutely nothing regular about your relationship with him at this point, and it’s time to accept that you’re not just friends anymore. Perhaps you never had been. 

You can do this. Nothing can stop you now—

But all it takes is for Seunghan to merely tilt his head to the side, flash you a sweet, yet confused smile, and your mouth immediately clamps shut. 

He quickly looks concerned. “Are you really oka—” 

“I’ve liked you since tenth grade,” you cut him off, your words flying out of your mouth so fast you didn’t even have a moment to think before they started flowing out like a broken dam. “I’ve liked you the whole time ever since we got partnered up for that project in history class, and I still liked you even when you had a girlfriend but I never told you because we weren’t even close and I obviously didn’t wanna make a move when you were already taken with someone who was obviously so much better than me in every metric of society. I always thought that I’d never have a chance with you, but then Anton set us up together and I started having second thoughts because this is all so completely unfamiliar to me and the fact that you guys just broke up like a couple months ago made me insecure.” 

“But then after that time when you joined me in Calculus I realized I still liked you, because you’re just that… that captivating to me and I realized we get along pretty well, or maybe I could just be imagining all that, I don’t know anymore. I’m, uh, actually so smitten with you it’s not even funny anymore, but—” you pull away your sleeve to check at your nonexistent watch, “—oh, would you look at the time! It’s almost time for my next class, haha. I’ll just go now before I embarrass myself in front of you any further. Um, see you later. Maybe never. Say hi to Sungchan for me.”

You quickly pack your things, avoiding Seunghan’s awestruck gaze, before you’re zooting straight out of the cafe without looking back.

Cool. Cool. Cool. Cool. It’s all cool. It’s not like you just basically spilled out your whole heart out in public or something, with people probably listening in on the dumpster fire otherwise known as Y/N, aka you, aka the idiot who decided that it was the perfect time to confess to her crush. Is this the karma you get for never having once moved on? For liking the same person all this time? Instead of going to class, all you want to do right now is cry. 

You make it half the block with your sanity intact before Seunghan starts chasing after you, having finally snapped out of his unnecessary stupor. 

“Wait, Y/N!”

A few heads turn, but otherwise pay no mind to the watered-down K-Drama moment about to commence in broad daylight. 

You don’t turn around, too busy repeating your humiliating speech inside your head like a broken record. What are you gonna do now? There’s no way you can face him again after saying all that! It’s so over, he definitely thinks you’re a total weirdo for liking him all this time. You even brought up his ex! Now he definitely thinks you’ve been plotting to get with him since the very beginning, and then he’ll call things off with you and you’ll be alone and miserable and—and—

A hand lands on your shoulder. You shriek. 

“Holy fuck!” Seunghan practically jumps away from you as if you’ve burnt him. “I did not expect you to scream like that… my bad.”

You gape at him. “S…Seunghan? Um, why are you…?” 

“I…” he starts, the pink on his cheeks almost being mistaken for blush when really he was just a little out of breath. You try not to get your hopes up, though it’s admittedly hard not to. 

Seunghan blinks owlishly. “Woah, this is hard.” 

Asshole. You shove him impatiently. “Just say it! I feel like I’m gonna die! God!” 

“Fine! I like you too!” Seunghan finally admits, landing both hands on your shoulder to steady you. Or himself. Blood might be rushing to his ears from all the excitement, and he doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or not. Probably both. Nothing matters anymore. 

You pause, staring up at him like he did at you earlier: awestruck and at a complete loss of words. He—what? 

“I want to be your boyfriend!” 

“Huh?”

“Who the hell do you think you are, man?” Seunghan continues, aggressively shaking you back and forth. “You were spilling out a whole congressional speech in front of me, and you didn’t even give me a second to respond to you! You think you’re the only one who has something to say? I’ve been waiting for the right moment to ask you out!” 

After a couple more shakes, he finally relents after realizing that you’re probably losing brain cells to fully comprehend his confession. Which seems like the perfect revenge after you left him hanging back at the cafe, but Seunghan realizes that he’d rather have you functioning properly now than letting time waste by any further. He hasn’t felt this exhilarated about a confession since, well, he was a sophomore in high school, but it was a feeling he nonetheless welcomed wholeheartedly.

“You… you were?” you ask, dumbly. “But I thought… I thought that you weren’t really into me…” 

He looks at you, incredulous. “Why not? Y/N, you’re amazing. You’re funny. I like talking to you, I like hanging out with you—heck, all I want is to keep listening to you talk about plants even though you clearly don’t do enough research on how to properly care for them because I think you’re cute!” 

“What?!” you exclaimed, offended. “You think I’m killing my plants?” 

“Um, I also think you’re cute, but yeah, focus on that I guess.” 

“I’m slowly killing my plants, and you didn’t even think to intervene?” you wailed, shrugging away from him. “I don’t think this relationship can work out…” 

Seunghan stares at you sternly. “Y/N, I’m being serious.” 

You gulp. “I—I am, too. I’m really serious!” 

He slowly takes your hand in his, and your breath hitches at the contact. This new side to him has you admittedly all flustered. Seunghan gingerly looks you in the eye, the previous dramatics in his tone completely erased when he repeats, “I want to be your boyfriend. Can I be your boyfriend, Y/N?” 

Sure, Seunghan might have been a little unsure at the start when he found out about his friends being fed up about him lamenting over the loss of his high school ex-girlfriend, and it was true that he felt iffy when he had that date with Shin Yuna at Kwangya Cafe set up by his meddlesome friends, but what Seunghan knows is that he has never been as sure as he is right now when it comes to you. Because you’re different from his ex-girlfriend, from Shin Yuna, or from any other girl out there in the world—and Seunghan is different now, too. 

And you know what? Fuck Taylor Swift’s “All Too Well (10 Minute Version)”, because he never cared about Princeton in the first place anyway. He was more of a Harvard guy, even though he’s currently attending SMU. 

You close your eyes. 

A couple seconds pass, before Seunghan awkwardly speaks up. “Um, what are you doing?”

You blink them open, looking at him confusedly. “What? I’m waiting for you to kiss me.” 

Seunghan stares at you blankly, before a smile breaks out on his face and then he throws his head back with a huge guffaw. You gawk at him indignantly, wandering what’s so funny about your actions—that was a perfectly normal response to his confession, wasn’t it? You’re technically dating now, right? What the—

“You silly,” Seunghan says, his shoulders mildly shaking. You pout at him, and he pats your head affectionately. “You have to say yes first. We’re not a couple in my eyes until you give me your verbal permission.” 

You roll your eyes. “You’re such a green flag. Yes, Hong Seunghan, you can be my boyfriend.” 

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he says, his eyes twinkling. “Thank you for accepting me as your boyfriend. Now close your eyes.” 

Your heart skips, but you nonetheless oblige. Seunghan leans over, slowly capturing your lips in his. 

And suddenly everything feels right. It was just a soft, fleeting moment that didn't even last for more than a second, and maybe it was closer to a peck than a full-blown kiss, but you grab it and you take it with you anyway. It’s like freshly blown bubbles swimming in the air, a cloud-shaped cotton candy, or the feeling of catching a rare pokemon after looking around for so long—the feeling of having every problem in the past dissolve into nothing, but the lingering taste of sweet memories remain. 

It feels unbelievably just like Hong Seunghan. 

And maybe that’s all you ever needed. 

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SUMMARY. pining after hong seunghan has always felt like an unachievable reality; however, just a few months into your first year of college, it seems that the gods have finally listened to your prayers when news breaks out that your long-time crush is single once again.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. it took me hella blood sweat and tears to write this chapter but it’s finally here!!! one more WRITTEN chapter left and some extras and flat will be officially finished 🫶 thanks for sticking along with my first smau

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The Connection Spell Part 2

Pairings: Poly!marauders x disabled!reader Summary: Sirius and James experience your symptoms for a day Warnings: Chronic illness, referenced unhealthy eating habits Series Masterlist

You wake up to the faint light of dawn seeping through the gaps in the curtains, the room still heavy with sleep. James's arm is draped across your waist, his breathing slow and steady against your back. Sirius lies on your other side, his chest rising and falling rhythmically against your shoulder blade. And Remus—always the most restless sleeper—is a quiet presence on the edge of the bed.

The ache in your joints is a familiar torment, an unceasing reminder of the battle you wage day after day. But right now, it's just a dull throb—more nuisance than crippling pain—as you ease your body beneath the warmth of the quilt, reaching for the pill organizer on the nightstand.

Your fingers tremble slightly as they fumble with the daily compartments, finally prying open the one marked with today's day. The pills rattle against the plastic, a symphony of promised relief. You tip them into your palm, their smooth surfaces cool against your skin. Without hesitation, you pop them into your mouth, chasing them with a few sips of water from the glass that sits ever-present by your bed.

James stirs beside you, his hand tightening momentarily on your hip before relaxing again. He doesn't wake, but the subtle change speaks volumes. Even in sleep, he's attuned to your movements, aware of every wince or sharp intake of breath. There's comfort in that knowledge.

Sirius is the next to wake, his sharp eyes finding yours in the dim light. There's a determined set to his jaw, a silent promise that mirrors the one you've heard from him so many times over the past few days. He's ready for this—for whatever pain it might bring—if only to understand a fraction of what you endure.

"Morning," he murmurs, reaching for his wand where it rests on the bedside table.

His fingers brush against yours—a reassuring contact—and then he's sitting up, his back resting against the headboard as he readies himself.

James pulls himself upright beside you, his gaze tender but filled with the same stubborn resolve. You can see it there, flickering behind his eyes. The look they give each other across your shared bed speaks volumes. They're doing this because they love you—because they want to understand, even if it means stepping into the storm themselves.

Your relationship is unconventional by all standards—a bond between four souls rather than two—but the depth of their affection for you is unwavering, an anchor in the tumultuous sea of your life. This shared understanding, this willingness to walk through fire together—it's just another testament to the strength of your connection.

"Alright, let's do this," Sirius says, his voice a low rumble that fills the room. He exchanges a glance with James and then turns to you, meeting your gaze with unwavering intensity.

You know there's no changing their minds—not when they're like this, so determined to feel what you feel. A soft sigh escapes your lips as you resign yourself to their decision, knowing full well the pain they are about to willingly step into.

Remus watches from his perch on the edge of the bed, silent but attentive. His eyes never stray far from your face, reading each subtle shift in expression for cues on how you're feeling. It's a skill he's honed over years of shared experiences, and right now, it serves him well.

"Only if you're sure," you whisper, knowing that you can’t stop them.

You watch as they exchange a glance, their expressions mirroring the resolve that hardens your own features. This is it—the moment when the threads of empathy and understanding will be woven together in a tapestry of shared pain. It's a testament to the depth of your bond, this willingness to step into the storm that rages within you each day.

"Alright then," James murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your temple—a simple act that speaks volumes about the affectionate protector he has always been. "Here goes nothing."

With a flicker of uncertainty, Sirius leans over, forehead resting against yours. The contact sends a shiver down your spine, but not from cold. It's anticipation—an awareness of what's coming next—that makes your breath hitch in your chest. Your heart beats faster, matching the rhythm of an unspoken promise: In sickness and in health, for better or worse.

This isn't just another spell—it's a symbol of their commitment, a tangible bridge between understanding and experiencing. As the incantation leaves their lips, there's no turning back. The die has been cast, the decision made. Now, all that remains is to weather the storm together.

The four of you rise from the bed, your movements slow and deliberate as you navigate through the tangle of sheets toward the door. As always, James's hand lingers on the small of your back, a silent promise of support. Sirius is at your other side, his arm brushing against yours in a comforting rhythm that anchors you amidst the sea of uncertainty.

You make your way down to the Great Hall, each movement another reminder of what lies ahead. The hallways are filled with the usual morning chatter, but it all feels distant, muted by the gravity of what's about to happen.

James, Sirius, and Remus move around you like satellites orbiting a planet, their attention never straying far from your form. They're attuned to your every shift, every wince of discomfort—they see it all, even when you try to hide it behind a well-practiced smile. It's this level of care, this intuitive understanding of your needs, that has helped you survive so many difficult days.

But today is different. Today, they will not only witness your suffering—they will feel it too. For now, though, there’s no hint of what's to come. James and Sirius appear as they always do: strong, confident, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead. But beneath their bravado, there’s an undercurrent of anticipation—a subtle tension that belies their casual demeanour.

They take their seats beside you, their hands automatically reaching for pieces of toast and cups of tea. Their movements are fluid, untroubled. But something changes within moments. There's a flicker of something across both their faces—a momentary tightening of the jaw, a slight narrowing of the eyes—that suggests the first tendrils of discomfort have begun to unfurl within them.

"Everything alright?" Remus asks from across the table, his gaze sharp despite the early hour.

James and Sirius share a look before turning back to him, their smiles just a touch forced. "Fine," James replies, reaching for the jam pot. His hand shakes slightly, but he manages to smear a dollop onto his toast without incident.

"Right as rain," Sirius adds, pouring himself a cup of tea. His voice is steady enough, but there's a stiffness to his shoulders that wasn't there moments ago.

Despite their assurances, you can see the truth etched in the lines of their faces, hear it in the faint tremor of their voices. This isn't just morning stiffness; it's the beginning of something much more pervasive. The realization settles over you like a heavy blanket, smothering any hopes you may have had about the effectiveness of the spell. You watch them closely, noting every minute change in their demeanours, every sign that the pain is setting in.

"Maybe we should head back to the common room after breakfast," you suggest, keeping your tone light despite the worry gnawing at your insides. You know their fingers feel tight, that their head hurts slightly, that their muscles throb and their joints ache.

James's fingers flex around his fork, the simple act of holding it now requiring more effort than usual. He glances at you from under thick lashes, a faint grimace pulling at the corners of his mouth. "We can do that," he agrees, though the strain in his voice belies any semblance of normalcy.

Sirius is quieter than usual, his playful energy dulled by this new and unwelcome sensation. He takes a sip of his tea, but the warmth does little to ease the tightening grip of discomfort coiling in his stomach. His grey eyes meet yours across the table, their depths clouded with something akin to regret—not for agreeing to share your pain, but perhaps for not understanding what that truly meant until now.

Remus watches them both, his brow furrowed as he tries to make sense of their sudden change in behaviour. His gaze flickers between James and Sirius before landing on you. There's no accusation there, just quiet concern wrapped in layers of empathy. After all, if anyone knows about concealing pain behind a brave front, it's Remus.

"I think that would be best," he concurs, pushing his plate away. Breakfast suddenly seems less appealing when those around you are battling unseen demons. The Great Hall continues to buzz with its usual morning chatter, oblivious to the silent struggle unfolding within your small group.

You reach out and place a hand over James's where it rests on the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze. You wish there were words to express how sorry you are, how much you appreciate their willingness to bear this burden with you even if you were against it—but language feels inadequate in the face of such profound sacrifice.

"Thank you," you whisper instead, hoping they understand the depth of gratitude carried in those two simple words.

The corner of James's mouth lifts in a wistful smile, and he turns his hand to intertwine his fingers with yours. Beneath the table, he presses his knee against yours—a silent reassurance despite the tremors beginning to ripple through his frame.

"Always," he says, his voice barely audible above the clatter of dishes and hum of conversation. After a slow walk back to the common room, you lead them to your room. The four of you enter in silence, the weight of reality settling around you like a thick fog. It clings to everything it touches, muting colours and dulling edges until only the barest outlines remain.

"Merlin," James groans as he collapses onto your bed, his body sinking into the mattress with a soft thud. Sirius follows suit, sprawling out beside him with a sigh that morphs into a low growl as another wave of discomfort rolls through him.

You roll up to your bed, running your fingers over the worn cover of your charms textbook without really seeing it. Your focus is instead trained on the two boys sprawled across your bed—their faces drawn tight and bodies rigid with tension. You're used to this; most of this has been part of your life for so long that the constant ebb and flow of pain has become something akin to background noise. But watching them grapple with these sensations for the first time... it's a stark reminder of what you've learned to live with.

As the clock strikes ten, the familiar lightheadedness begins to descend upon you. It's nothing more than a soft whisper against your consciousness, easily brushed aside after years of practice. But the sharp intake of breath from the bed tells you that James and Sirius are experiencing it differently. The fact that they're not used to this sensation makes it hit harder, like a sledgehammer to the chest rather than the gentle tap you've come to expect.

A faint smile tugs at the corners of your mouth—not out of schadenfreude, but because of the bitter irony of the situation. "Welcome to my world," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. There's no satisfaction in seeing them suffer, no vindication or sense of justice served. Only empathy—for you know better than anyone what lies ahead.

James reaches out a shaky hand, reaching for you. He tugs your wheelchair towards him, and you transfer to the bed. His head finds its way to your chest, listening to the rhythmic thump-thump-thump of your heartbeat—an anchor amidst the storm raging within him. Wordlessly, you wrap your arms around him, holding him close as his body shudders with each new surge of pain.

Sirius moves too, drawing near until his side presses against yours. One arm snakes around your waist, holding fast even as his muscles spasm under the onslaught of foreign feelings. Every fibre of his being screams in protest, rejecting the cruel mimicry of your existence that he'd willingly embraced just hours before.

"Y/N," James's voice is a hoarse whisper, "how long does this... dizziness last?"

Sirius shifts beside you, his fingers digging into your side as he battles the invisible force pulling him under. His grey eyes meet yours, mirroring the question lingering in the air.

"It'll pass after my midday meds," you reply, your own voice growing fainter with each passing second. "But there's nothing else I can do, if I take them now, I’ll have four to five hours of dizziness in a row before bed, which is worse than four hours split in two."

James’s grip on you tightens momentarily before slackening, his forehead creasing as he processes your words. There's a silent plea in his hazel eyes—a yearning for relief that you know all too well—but he knows better than to ask. Sirius's jaw clenches, and he buries his face deeper into your shoulder, seeking solace amidst the storm. He doesn't speak, but his silence is loud enough to fill the room, echoing off the stone walls and amplifying the tension that hangs heavy between you three.

Beneath your touch, you can feel James shivering, tiny tremors rippling across his skin like waves lapping at the shore. It's not from cold, but from the unnatural sensations wreaking havoc within him. Frustration clouds his features, and for a moment, you're reminded of the countless times he's fumed over failed Quidditch strategies or tricky Transfiguration assignments. But this is different. This time, the challenge isn't something he can overcome with sheer determination or a clever trick up his sleeve.

"It’s alright," you soothe, running a hand through his tousled hair. The strands are softer than they look, slipping through your fingers like fine silk. It's an intimate gesture—one reserved for moments of vulnerability when barriers crumble, and pretences cease to matter.

You wish you could do more, offer some form of respite or distraction from the relentless assault on their senses. Yet, all you have are comforting touches and whispered reassurances—small tokens of empathy wrapped in shared understanding.

Sirius exhales sharply, his hot breath ghosting over your neck and sending a shiver down your spine. His hold on you borders on painful, each spasm of his muscles squeezing tighter around your waist. Despite the discomfort, you don't pull away. Instead, you press closer, allowing him to draw whatever strength he can from your presence.

"How do you go to classes? How do you... do anything with this?" James’s words are strained, each one carrying the weight of the unfamiliar discomfort wracking his body.

"I just... I have to," you reply, trying to keep your own pain from seeping into your tone. It wouldn't be fair to add to their burdens now, not when they're finally beginning to understand yours.

James lets out a shaky breath, his grip on your hand tightening for a moment before relaxing. "You shouldn't have to."

"And yet I do," you murmur, reaching up to brush a damp lock of hair off his forehead. Your touch is gentle, hesitant, as if afraid any additional pressure might shatter the fragile peace you've found.

A flicker of something crosses James's face—guilt, perhaps, or regret—but it's gone as quickly as it came. His eyes meet yours again, searching for answers you don't have. All you can offer is the truth, raw and unfiltered, laid bare between you like an open wound.

"We'll figure it out," he says eventually, pressing his lips to your hair in a tender gesture that speaks louder than any promise. "We always do."

The words hang heavy in the air, a tangible reminder of your shared reality. Your arm grows tired from supporting James's weight, but you don't move it away. In this moment, you are each other's anchors amidst a sea of chaos and confusion.

****

You take your medication, and slowly, the dizziness fades to a dull throb at the back of your mind—an unwelcome guest that refuses to leave entirely—but manageable for now. You take a deep breath, letting the familiar scent of parchment and ink fill your senses. It's grounding, bringing with it a sense of normalcy amidst the storm.

"Come on," you say quietly, reaching over to shake James's shoulder gently. "We should get something to eat."

James stirs, his eyelashes fluttering open as he blinks up at you. There's a weariness etched into the lines of his face that wasn't there before, a testament to the toll the potion has taken. He nods, pushing himself upright with a groan. Beside him, Sirius shifts, his hand sliding off your waist as he pulls himself off your bed.

Lunch is a quiet affair, punctuated by the occasional clink of silverware against porcelain and the low hum of conversation from the neighbouring tables. The Great Hall buzzes with life around you, oblivious to the transformation taking place within its ancient walls.

Neither James nor Sirius touch their food, their plates untouched save for the occasional idle push of a fork or spoon. They can feel the pain coursing through your body and the tightness in your muscles, and none of it makes them want to eat. Instead, they sit hunched over, their shoulders touching for comfort as they adjust to the waves of discomfort rolling through them.

You can feel their eyes on you, watching every movement, every expression. They're looking for signs, clues to what comes next—for both themselves and for you. It's unsettling, being under such scrutiny, yet you understand their need for answers.

Your fingers curl around your goblet, the cool metal offering a brief respite from the warmth spreading across your cheeks. You lift it to your lips, taking a small sip of water before setting it down again. Across the table, James mirrors your action, his hand shaking slightly as he brings his own cup to his mouth.

"I didn't realise..." His voice trails off, leaving the thought unfinished, but the implication hangs between you nonetheless. I didn't realise how hard it was for you.

Beside him, Sirius shifts, pulling his legs closer to his body. His eyes meet yours, reflecting a mix of emotions—confusion, concern, perhaps even a hint of fear. But beneath it all is an understanding, silent and profound, borne from shared experiences neither of you wished for.

"Neither did I," Sirius admits, his gaze not faltering as he reaches for his glass. He takes a long drink, swallowing hard before placing it back on the table. His fingers brush against yours, a simple gesture that speaks volumes about the shift in your dynamic.

"Is everything all right?" Lily Evans's voice cuts through the silence, her eyes narrowing in concern as she takes in their hunched forms. "You both look a bit...off."

James and Sirius exchange glances, a silent conversation passing between them before they turn back to their plates, pushing food around without any intention of eating it.

"Fine," James grunts, the single word strained as he tries to focus on anything but the discomfort coiling inside him. Beside him, Sirius nods, his grey eyes clouded with a mixture of pain and determination.

But Lily isn't so easily dismissed. She leans forward, resting her elbows on the table as she studies them more closely. Her gaze flickers to you, seeking answers that she knows won't be found in evasive responses or half-hearted reassurances.

"What happened? You two never skip meals," she presses, her brow furrowing further at the sight of their untouched food.

Before either James or Sirius can answer, Remus speaks up from your other side. His tone is flat, devoid of the usual warmth that characterises his interactions. It's not meant to be rude, but rather protective—a shield thrown up against prying questions and unwanted attention.

"They're just not feeling well," he says, covering for them with an ease born out of necessity and years of friendship. "Probably something they ate."

Lily opens her mouth to argue, but the look in Remus's eyes stops her short. There's a finality there, a quiet warning that this topic is off-limits. Confusion mingles with worry in her expression, but she nods slowly, respecting the boundary set before her even if she doesn't understand why.

"Let me know if I can help," she offers, hesitating slightly before turning away.

Remus gives her a small nod of appreciation, then returns to his meal, effectively closing the discussion. But the tension remains, a palpable presence hanging over the Gryffindor table.

Underneath the cover of the long wooden table, James's hand finds yours again. It's a tentative touch, fingers brushing against your wrist before wrapping around your own. The pressure is light yet grounding, a silent plea for understanding hidden within the simple gesture.

Your heart clenches at the contact, at the unspoken admission of vulnerability from someone who has always been a pillar of strength in your life. This was his choice, yes, but knowing that doesn't make it any easier to bear witness to his struggle—especially when that struggle is a mirror image of your own daily battles.

Wordlessly, you squeeze his hand back, offering what little comfort you can amidst the storm raging inside both of you. It's a small gesture, almost insignificant compared to the magnitude of what lies ahead. Yet in this moment, it feels like enough—like some semblance of normalcy salvaged from the wreckage of uncertainty.

The remainder of lunch passes in relative silence, punctuated only by the occasional murmur of conversation and the clatter of cutlery against plates. With every passing minute, James and Sirius's discomfort grows more apparent—a stark contrast to their usual boisterous demeanour that does not go unnoticed by those around them.

"Let's head back," you suggest once everyone has finished eating, pushing away from the table with a grimace as your back protests the movement.

You lead the way out of the Great Hall, Remus at your side while James and Sirius follow closely behind. The journey back to Gryffindor Tower is slow, each step an exercise in endurance as they struggle to keep pace with your wheelchair. By the time you reach the portrait hole, their faces are pale, lines of strain etched deeply into their features.

Back inside the warmth of your bedroom, they sink onto the edge of your bed, a sense of relief washing over them as they shed the weight of prying eyes and whispered assumptions.

"Are you all right?" Remus asks, his voice soft with concern as he watches them carefully. He knows better than most what it means to bear pain in silence, to hide the truth beneath layers of denial for the sake of self-preservation.

"We're fine," James replies, although his pained expression suggests otherwise. Next to him, Sirius nods, his jaw clenched tight as he shifts uncomfortably on the mattress.

But you see past their bravado, recognising the subtle signs of distress that mirror your own too well. You watch as Sirius rubs his hand over his thigh, the same way you often do when the ache becomes too much to ignore. And then there's James, who can't seem to sit still, his fingers drumming restlessly against the blanket—an echo of your own restless fidgeting whenever your body refuses to cooperate.

"You don't look fine," you remark, reaching for the glass of water on your bedside table.

James merely shrugs, but there's a flicker of something akin to understanding in his hazel eyes. They've seen how you move between your bed and the chair, the constant adjustments you make to avoid letting your back lock up or your legs cramp. But seeing is one thing—experiencing it firsthand is another entirely.

"I think we underestimated..." Sirius starts, trailing off as he meets your gaze across the room. There's no need for him to finish the sentence. The unspoken words hang heavy in the air, acknowledging the reality that none of you were quite prepared for.

Silently, you observe as James and Sirius shift again, their movements stiff and awkward under the weight of the spell's effects. Every so often, one of them winces, a sharp intake of breath betraying the extent of their discomfort.

A pang of guilt twists in your stomach as you watch them, a reminder of the burden you carry daily—now shared by two individuals who chose this path willingly, if not fully comprehending its toll. It was never meant to be like this, you think, your heart heavy with guilt and gratitude in equal measure.

You reach into a drawer on your bedside table, pulling out a small jar of hemp gel. The familiar scent fills the air as you unscrew the lid and dip your fingers inside, coating them with the thick substance. Carefully, you apply it to your lower back, where the pain is usually most intense after sitting in your chair all day.

"Does that help?" Sirius asks, watching as you rub the gel into your skin.

"A bit," you admit, capping the jar and setting it aside. "It takes the edge off, at least."

He nods, his gaze thoughtful as he absorbs this new piece of information. You've never been one to complain or ask for extra help, but seeing you take care of yourself in such a routine manner brings home the reality of what you deal with on a daily basis.

"You don't do that often," Remus points out from across the room, his tone more observation than accusation.

"True," you reply, avoiding his gaze. "It's too much effort but I'm not having them in extra pain when I can avoid it."

There's silence following your admission, broken only by the faint crackle of the fire and the distant hoot of an owl outside. It's an uncomfortable truth, one that speaks volumes about the toll your condition has taken—not just physically, but mentally too.

James shifts beside you, his body curled against your side as if trying to absorb some of your strength. His fingers brush against yours, tracing the fine lines etched into your palm. It's a simple gesture, one borne out of curiosity rather than pity, yet it sends a jolt of awareness through you.

You glance down at your hands, instinctively closing them into loose fists. They're strong, capable—tools that have adapted over the years to compensate for what your legs can’t do. But they also bear the brunt of your struggles, their joints aching from hours spent gripping the wheels of your chair or manipulating objects beyond their natural reach.

"Is it always like this?" James murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. He doesn't need to elaborate—you know exactly what he means.

"This is a good day," you confess. "Cutting up food, buttoning clothes, writing—it all puts strain on my fingers."

"But you manage." It's not a question, merely a statement of fact. For despite everything, you've found ways to navigate around the obstacles life has thrown in your path.

"Yes," you say softly, meeting his gaze with a small smile. "I manage."

"Maybe I could help with your essays," Sirius suggests after a moment's thought. "You just dictate, and I'll write."

"And we can assist with buttons and such when needed," James adds, glancing at Remus for support. He nods in agreement, though there's a hint of worry etched into his features—a mirror of your own unease.

"I don't need it every day," you explain, frowning as you search for the right words. "Most times, I'm fine on my own. But sometimes..." You trail off, unsure how to articulate the frustration that tightens around your heart like a vice.

"What do you do when 'sometimes' happens?" Remus asks gently. He leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as he watches you closely—always the observer, ever attentive to the details.

"I usually stay in bed those days. Skip classes." You shrug, trying to make light of the situation despite the heaviness creeping into your voice. "You’ve seen my worst days, but sometimes it is just my hands, so I’ve been getting notes from Remus for years."

"That explains why you're always up-to-date despite missing many lectures," Sirius grins, but his eyes betray a deeper concern.

"But what about food?" James asks suddenly, brows furrowing as he considers the logistics. "How do you manage meals?"

The room falls silent once more, all eyes fixed on you. For a moment, you consider brushing off the question, feigning ignorance or changing the subject entirely. But then you remember their commitment—their willingness to understand—and you find yourself speaking the truth instead.

"I don't, really. I can't get down to the kitchens because of wheeling the chair, so eating becomes... complicated. Even something simple like a sandwich can be nearly impossible."

"And during summers?" Remus probes further, his tone steady despite the horror flickering behind his eyes. "When your parents are working?"

"They keep cans of soup in the cupboard," you respond, almost mechanically. "If I can manage to open one, I just heat it up and drink it from a mug with a straw. Mostly, I can handle a cup without much trouble, and I can shuffle around the house without actually pushing the wheels of the wheelchair." You pause, noticing their stricken expressions. "It doesn't happen often over the summer, though. The warmer weather seems to help."

A heavy silence descends upon the group, filled only by the crackling embers in the fireplace. Your confession hangs in the air, a stark reminder of the unspoken trials you face each day—a reality they're only beginning to comprehend.

The day drags on at a sluggish pace, the four of you tucked away in your room as the afternoon sun filters through the window. You alternate between sitting up in bed and reclining in your wheelchair, seeking any position that might alleviate the discomfort gnawing at their limbs.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Remus asks for what feels like the hundredth time, his brow furrowed with concern. He's been watching you closely all afternoon, his gaze occasionally flickering towards James and Sirius who seem equally preoccupied with their own thoughts.

"I'm fine," you reassure him, although your voice lacks its usual conviction. "Just trying to keep them out of pain."

"I’m exhausted," James admits, running a hand through his hair. His eyes are heavy with fatigue, but there's something else lurking within them—a flicker of understanding perhaps, or maybe even empathy. It's hard to tell.

Sirius nods in agreement, shifting uncomfortably on the edge of your bed. He's quieter than usual, his trademark smirk replaced by a thin line of concentration. You can't help but wonder if he's feeling the same exhaustion that's slowly creeping over you, weighing down your eyelids and tugging at the corners of your mouth.

You watch as James rubs at his temples, wincing slightly at the pressure. Beside him, Sirius shifts again, his hands clenching and unclenching around the bedspread. There's a tension in his jaw that wasn't there before, one that speaks of a discomfort he isn't used to bearing. And yet, despite everything, neither of them complain. They simply endure, just as you have done for so many years.

It's not until the late afternoon rays begin to fade into evening shadows that you realize how much time has passed. Your stomach rumbles quietly, reminding you of the meal you've skipped. With a sigh, you push yourself upright, reaching for your wheelchair.

"We should head to dinner," you suggest, ignoring the dizziness that washes over you, but James and Sirius exchange glances through the dizzy spell, their expressions wavering between reluctance and resignation.

You can tell they'd rather stay put, but whether they accompany you or not, they'll still feel every jolt, every twinge of discomfort that comes with navigating the castle corridors.

"Come on," you coax gently, offering them a small smile. "If we go now, we can grab some food and head back before anyone notices."

They nod, pushing themselves off the bed with more effort than you've ever seen from either of them. Their movements are slow, hesitant—mirroring your own as you roll towards the door.

"Y/N," James begins, his voice strained. "Maybe we should—"

But you cut him off with a shake of your head. "No, we need to eat."

Your words hang heavy in the air, filled with a determination that leaves no room for argument. You reach for the door handle, your fingers trembling slightly under the weight of what lies ahead.

Behind you, James and Sirius follow silently, their hands hovering protectively near your shoulders. As you make your way down the winding staircase, the world tilts dangerously around you, threatening to pull you under. But you refuse to give in, focusing instead on the steady rhythm of your wheels against the stone floor.

When you finally reach the bottom, you pause, taking a moment to catch your breath. Ahead, the Great Hall looms large and imposing, filled with the familiar sounds of laughter and chatter. For once, however, those voices hold no comfort.

Your body aches, the muscles screaming in protest as you make your way towards the Great Hall. Every bump, every jolt sends waves of pain radiating through your limbs, but you grit your teeth and press on—it’s only bothering you because they can feel it, after all.

"Are you okay?" James asks from beside you, his brow furrowed with concern. His own steps are slow, laborious—mirroring the heaviness that clings to your bones.

"I'm more worried about you," you reply. Without another word, Sirius pushes open the door, revealing the bustling scene within.

Students mill about, their laughter ringing out above the clinking of cutlery and the murmur of conversation. But despite the warmth that fills the room, a chill settles over you—a stark reminder of the reality you're facing.

You take your usual seat at the Gryffindor table, flanked by James and Sirius. Their presence is a steady constant amidst the chaos, silent support against the tide of unease that threatens to pull you under.

The food appears with its customary flourish, platters heaping with roasted meat, steaming vegetables, and fresh bread, and you begin to eat.

Beside you, James and Sirius fare terribly. They pick at their meals, pushing food around their plates more than eating it. Their eyes flicker to you every so often, filled with an unspoken mix of concern and guilt.

"You need to eat something," you insist, reaching for a roll and handing it to Sirius. He takes it without protest, nibbling at the edge without enthusiasm.

James watches you closely, his expression unreadable. "Y/N..." he begins, but trails off, unsure how to continue. Instead, he reaches out, his hand finding yours beneath the table.

****

After dinner, you all return to your room—James and Sirius's faces are pale, the lines around their eyes pronounced. Even Remus looks worn down by the day's events. You reach for the third blood pressure pill of the day, shaking one into your palm before popping it into your mouth. The cool water chases away the bitter aftertaste as well as some of the dizziness still clinging to your senses.

As the medicine takes effect, you feel a subtle shift in the air. James and Sirius have been quiet since leaving the Great Hall, their bodies hunched over as if carrying an invisible burden. Now, they glance at each other across the bed, a flicker of relief crossing their features.

"Is it... wearing off?" James asks, his voice barely more than a whisper. His hand reaches out, resting against your chest as if to confirm that your heart is still beating.

"I think so," Sirius replies, mirroring James's action with a hand on your stomach. His fingers tighten slightly, tracing small circles against the fabric of your shirt.

Sirius shifts closer, curling up beside you with his head tucked under your chin. One arm wraps tightly around your waist while the other drapes lazily over your legs. His breaths come in shallow puffs, tickling the skin exposed by your collarbone.

With your free hand, you reach out to Remus, who has remained silently vigilant by your side. He moves forward eagerly, slipping onto the bed and pressing close to your back. His arm snakes around your waist, joining Sirius's in a comforting embrace.

Despite everything, you can't help but feel a sense of peace washing over you. It's in the steady rise and fall of your chest beneath James's cheek, the warmth spreading through your veins where Sirius holds you tight, the gentle pressure of Remus's hand on your hip.

It's a quiet understanding—a tangible reminder that no matter what happens, you're not alone. This shared experience, though born from pain, has only deepened the bond between you all, strengthening the threads of love that weave together your unconventional group.

[vermilionsun]

Here's the good ending :]

"Bad" ending here

Word count: 2.5k Rating: Explicit Fandom: Touchstarved (Red Spring Studio) Categories: Other Relationships: Mhin/Vere, Mhin & Vere Tags: Sex, Smut, PWOP, Rough sex, Biting, Public sex/Voyeurism, Possessive Behavior (Vere duh), Dirty Talk, Dry humping, Against the wall, Against the mirror, lingerie, Top Vere, Bottom Mhin, Poor cashier

Vere was silently following a Soulless on the outskirts of Eridia, which was, well, just a small distance away from the Amaryllis District's main road. He was keeping a good distance, ready to pounce at any moment. He stalked silently through the undergrowth, his keen senses attuned to the slightest movement. Light filtered through the foliage, casting dappled shadows on the wasteland floor.

Suddenly, a rustle breaks the silence. Vere's ears perk up, and he crouches lower, blending into the shadows as he tracks the direction of the noise. Vere startles as Mhin appears out of nowhere, swiftly dispatching the Soulless with a single strike of their dagger. He lets out a frustrated huff.

Mhin’s head snaps to the side, and their eyes narrow at the sight of Vere emerging from the shadows. They instinctively move into a defensive stance, one hand grasping the dagger at their side.

Vere raises an eyebrow and eyes Mhin warily, his gaze calculating. He holds his hands up in a submissive gesture. He takes a few slow steps forward, still partially obscured by the shadows. "Impressive." He purrs, a hint of mockery in his voice.

Mhin’s expression remains guarded, their body poised to react at a moment’s notice. "I know how to handle myself," they respond tersely, their voice low and wary.

Vere smirks and steps further into the open, his movements unhurried. "No doubt." He concedes, his pink eyes glimmering. "But that was my prey."

Mhin bristles slightly at Vere’s words, their irritation rising. They clench their teeth, their grip on their knife tightening. "And I’m the one who actually took it down," they retort, their voice cool and defiant. "If you wanted it so badly, you should have been faster."

Vere lets out a low chuckle, his smirk widening into a feline grin. "Oh, I see. You're quite the little hunter, aren't you?" He drawls, his steps becoming a slow, deliberate stalk towards Mhin.

Mhin simply watches Vere, their body tense and coiled like a spring, ready to snap. They stand their ground, refusing to back down. "I’m the one who gets results," they reply, their voice betraying just a hint of smugness.

Vere's smile falters momentarily at Mhin's words, but he covers it up with a derisive snort. "You little—"

"Vere!" Vere's handler approaches the two. "Did you get that Soulless?" She asks.

Vere turns to the woman, his expression instantly shifting to a mask of feigned innocence. He gives her a small nod. "Of course, I'm just... admiring a certain someone's impressive skills." He gestures towards Mhin, his tone dripping with subtle sarcasm.

The handler turns towards Mhin, eyeing them with a hint of curiosity. "Hm, I see. We profusely thank you for your assistance," the woman tells Mhin, while giving a dirty glance at Vere as if saying, 'You're in trouble.'

Vere notices his handler's stare and lets out a low huff, knowing that he's going to receive a lecture later. He glances back at Mhin, his expression unreadable but his eyes betraying a hint of irritation.

Mhin allows a small smirk to play across their lips before turning their attention back to the handler. "Just doing my job," they reply, their tone cool and detached. "You can consider it a favor." Their gaze then moves to Vere, silently challenging him to make a move.

"A favor, you say?" He drawls.

Mhin can see the gears turn in Vere's head. Then his eyes light up.

Uh oh.

"Actually," he says suddenly, his tone abruptly changing to one of mock graciousness. "I suppose a thank you is in order. You did, after all, so generously spare me the trouble of dealing with that Soulless." He takes a small step closer to Mhin, maintaining eye contact as he continues.

"In fact, I think some sort of token of gratitude is warranted. Perhaps you'd be willing to accompany me on a small outing?"

Mhin's heart sinks. "No—"

"Perfect!" Vere cuts them off before they can utter a single word. Vere turns to his handler, a sickly sweet smile plastered on his face. He motions towards Mhin, as if in explanation. "You wouldn't mind, would you, dear?" He asks her, his tone oozing charm.

"Vere."

He bristles slightly at the sound of his handler's stern voice, his smile fading just a fraction. "What? I’m just wanting to properly show my gratitude." He retorts, feigning innocence. He knows he's pushing his luck, but he can't help the excitement that courses through him at the prospect of a bit of freedom. "It'll only be a short while. I’ll return straight after, I promise." He adds, his eyes pleading. His handler regards him, her expression unreadable.

After a few tense moments, she relents with a sigh. "...One hour."

A triumphant grin spreads across Vere’s face, and he gives a small nod. "Perfect, thank you, dear."

He turns back to Mhin, his smirk returning with a vengeance. "You heard her. One hour." He takes Mhin's arm and pulls them back towards the city. The latter blinks in surprise at the swift exchange, a flicker of annoyance passing over their expression.

Mhin ends up following Vere (big mistake); their steps measured and deliberate as they eye him suspiciously.

They arrive at a small, unassuming shop, and Mhin raises an eyebrow at the sign.

They take a step back, their cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment. "A lingerie shop?" Mhin blurts out, their voice laced with disbelief. "Seriously?"

Vere grins. "Ah, not quite what you expected, is it?" He chuckles, opening the door and gesturing for Mhin to enter.

Mhin hesitates, their expression a mixture of annoyance and incredulity. They sigh heavily, taking a deep breath to compose themselves before slowly walking into the shop.

They immediately feel out of place; the intimate atmosphere and the array of lacy undergarments surrounding them only add to their discomfort. "You have some nerve, bringing me to a place like this." Mhin mutters.

Vere follows Mhin into the shop, his eyes scanning the various items on display with a hint of mischief. "Nerve? Me? Oh, come now, relax. You might find something you like," he teases, picking up a pair of lacy panties and showing them to Mhin, dangling them tantalizingly.

Mhin's cheeks burn even hotter at the sight and quickly tear their gaze away, schooling their expression into a scowl. "Pffft, highly doubtful." They respond, trying to keep their voice level. They cross their arms over their chest. "There's no way I'm trying on any of this."

Vere sets down the panties, his eyes scanning the shop for something else. "Oh, don't be so sure," he purrs, his tone dripping with arrogance.

He strolls over to a rack of bras, his eyes roving over the selection. His gaze suddenly locks on one in particular, and he grins. Vere picks up the bra, holding it up to Mhin with a smug smile.

"Now, this looks like it would suit you quite well."

The bra is lace, and the color a deep, rich red. It looks luxurious and elegant, and would fit snugly around Mhin's chest. Vere gives it an appreciative look, his mind already imagining what it would look like on them.

Mhin's eyes widen. "There's no way in hell I'm putting that on," they reply, their voice trembling slightly.

Vere steps closer, his voice dropping to a silky murmur as he holds the bra up to Mhin's chest. "Oh, but darling, wouldn't you like to feel how soft it is? How exquisite would it look against your skin?" He spins them around to face the mirror.

"It's quite simple, really," he purrs, moving to stand directly behind Mhin. He moves the lace above their shirt, letting it brush slowly along their chest. "I can see it in your eyes... You're considering it."

Mhin's breath hitches, and they swallow hard, their mind struggling to maintain clarity as Vere's words echo in their ears. They feel the heat of his breath against the back of their neck, his proximity sending a confusing array of sensations through their body.

"I am not!" They protest weakly, their voice betraying even more uncertainty than they intended.

Vere chuckles, relishing the way Mhin's body responds to his words. "What's the harm in just trying it on? Just to see how it looks."

"Just... just to see how it looks," they whisper, the words barely audible.

"That's right, darling. Just to see." Vere smirks, taking their whispered words as a victory. He helps them take off their shirt and gently slides the straps of the bra over their arms and shoulders, positioning it so that it fits securely against their chest.

Mhin's heart races as they take in the sight of their reflection. They can feel the weight of Vere's gaze upon them, the heat of his eyes burning into their flesh. "I... I look..." They trail off.

"Speechless, are we? I don't blame you. Red suits you quite well." He praises, his hands gently caressing their arms.

"I... I look indecent," they finally murmur.

Vere's hands settle on their hips. His grip is firm, but his touch is gentle, almost reverent. "You look tempting. Delectable, seductive, alluring…" He presses himself against their back, his chest against their bare skin. His hands glide slowly up their sides, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Mhin shivers, and a small gasp slips past their lips. "Vere."

"Hm, are you finally giving in? Can you see just how delicious you look?" He moves his hands up to their chest, his fingers dancing over the lace, before moving to caress the smooth skin beneath.

Mhin closes their eyes, their body arching instinctively, seeking more of his touch. "Yes..." They whisper, the word coming out as a plea rather than a response.

"Yes... what?" He murmurs, his lips brushing against their ear. He continues to run his hands over the lace, his thumbs circling their chest, drawing small, slow circles over their sensitive nipples. "Say it. Say exactly what you want, and it's yours."

Mhin's body quivers under his possessive touch, their breath coming in ragged gasps. They try to find their voice to say what he wants them to say, but the words are caught in their throat.

"You," they gasp out, "I want... I want you."

Vere grins, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He can feel their body shiver under his touch, resolve completely shattered. Leaning down, he traces a path of kisses along their neck, his tongue tasting their skin. He grips their hips, spinning them around to face him and pressing them against the mirror.

They can see the hunger in his eyes, the raw desire that mirrors their own. "Please... take me," they beg, their voice breathless and needy.

"That's it. Beg for me. Tell me how much you want me, how much you need me." His hands move to their wrists, pinning them above their head, his mouth finding their neck again, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin.

It's like Mhin's under some spell. They can hardly think; their mind clouded with lust and longing. Every touch, every kiss, every word from Vere has them completely enthralled; all they want is to feel him, to be with him, and to give in to the overwhelming need that courses through their veins.

"Please," they gasp out, their voice hoarse with need. "I need you. I want you. Please, I'll do anything, just don't stop…"

"Anything? What if I want you to be mine completely? What if I want it all?" One of his knees comes up to Mhin's sex.

They try to arch into the feeling, instinctively seeking more friction, more pressure. "Yes," they moan. "I'll be yours. All yours. Please… I need you."

"That's right, darling. You're mine. All mine." He bites down on their neck hard enough to draw blood.

"Yours," they whisper, the words coming out as a desperate plea. "All yours, please…"

Vere's control is stretched thin.

Vere changes his hold and uses one hand to override their leather pants and underwear, revealing their bare skin underneath. He shifts his body, repositioning his knee between their legs. He can feel their heat against him, his body responding in kind.

They instinctively try to grind against him, desperate for more pressure, more contact. "Please..." They whisper, their voice trembling with need. "Please don't tease me…"

"Such impatience. But I suppose you've earned it." He grinds his knee against them, applying more pressure, giving them the friction they so desperately seek.

"Yes," Mhin gasps and moans, their body arching into his touch as they grind against his knee. "Please, more… more. I need more…"

Vere growls against their skin, his hands moving to their thighs, pulling them to wrap around him. He lifts them up, pinning them against the mirror. "That's it, darling. I want to hear you scream."

One of his hands unbuckles his belt and slides it off, his other hand reaching down into his pants…

With a swift motion, he enters them, causing Mhin to cry out.

"Oh… oh..." They gasp out, their voice catching in their throat.

"That's it, darling. Look at you… completely at my mercy." He pulls back, only to slam back in with even more force, making Mhin's head spin. "Say it again. Say you're mine. Say you belong to me."

Mhin's head falls back against the mirror, the combination of pain and pleasure almost too much to bear. "I... I'm yours... all yours... please," they whined, no longer in control of their own words.

Vere captures their mouth in a rough, heated kiss, his tongue finally��finally—claiming their mouth.

Their bodies move together in a frantic rhythm, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. Mhin's hands claw at Vere's back, their nails leaving red marks in their wake, trying to pull him even closer, even deeper.

"You're so beautiful like this; you know that, darling? So vulnerable, so open, so mine."

The mirror fogs up and cracks under the pressure.

Neither notices.

Mhin can feel themselves teetering on the edge, every nerve feeling like it's on fire, gasps and moans growing more frantic.

"Yes, that's it. Let go for me. Let me taste you." Vere whispers as he slams into them one final time, sending them both over the edge, shaking and letting out a low, guttural moan that fills the room.

They collapse together, panting and trembling, their bodies still intertwined as they try to catch their breath.

Mhin clings onto Vere, their fingers tangled in his hair, breaths coming in ragged gasps as they try to catch their breath. "Vere... oh... god..."

Vere holds them close, his arms wrapping around them, his body still pressed against theirs. He nuzzles his face against their neck, inhaling their scent.

"I'm buying you the whole damn shop."

[isa-ghost]

Phil and bagi hcs?

YOU HAVE JUST ENABLED A MONSTER.

I AM SO ABNORMAL ABOUT THESE TWO.

Also these will apply to AMFMN!! Because SURPRISE, if no one has checked the fic tags, her name is listed as a main character. ;) She'll be arriving in Chapter 6!! :D

I cannot fucking WAIT to expand upon their dynamic, which is funny because by the time Bagi shows up, Phil is possessed so it won't be exploration through direct interactions until the recovery period waaay later in the fic. Nonetheless it'll be hype! :D

qPhil headcanons masterlist

Phil is a member of the "Bagi can do whatever she wants forever" club. He supports her rights and wrongs and fully believes she could kick his ass no matter how unbalanced of a fight it'd be in his favor (disclaimer I don't actually know Bagi's exact pvp skill level 🤔)

Bagi is a member of the "God I want Phil to take me on a flight some day, I am so sad his wings are fucked up" club. (She would probably be terrified /pos)

I don't know what it is about their friendship but I feel like Bagi is so much more attuned to the way Phil thinks than the average islander. I guess I'd say it's because of how perceptive she is in general, especially with how she's a detective? Whatever it is, Bagi just has this talent for reading Phil like a damn book. And she won't hesitate to call him on his bullshit either. She's much like Fit in that regard. Crow man can't hide SHIT

Like fr if Phil ever gave Bagi reason to be concerned the first thing she'd do is start cornering those closest to him and either ask what's up or be like "hey Phil's on some shit rn, we gotta go force him to confess whatever stupid shit he's shouldering on his own and bottling up"

Phil has definitely been whacked with the frying pan for not venting and acting like he has to brave the horrors alone btw. Bagi's the type of friend that'll kick your fucking ass if you're not self-caring or being mean to yourself. (I am projecting LMAO)

Bagi isn't as Holy Shit We Could Die Any Second about things as Phil, but they're both very protective people, which can manifest in very volatile ways when they're hurt or angered by something (ie: Feds). I would not want to experience their individual wraths simultaneously.

Bagi is one of the top people Phil shows his gift giving love language to. Be it resources she needs, pictures he's taken of her/Em/Tina or of weird island shit, the means to complete cookie tasks, etc. She's one of the first in mind.

GOD Phil wants her to teach him how to wield a frying pan so badly. He's an excellent swordsman and bowman, but PAN?? The enjoyment he'd get out of it would be infinite, he'd love to be kicking ass while getting a laugh out of it bc pan go BONG when it hits a motherfucker.

If one needs something the other says yes no hesitation. They might ask each other a couple questions, but as soon as they have 100% clarity, they trust each other with the rest and know that if something goes wrong, whoever is present at the time will unleash hell on the person or monster that caused it.

I've somewhat already hinted at it but GOD the mutual admiration they have for each other!! Their wits and way with words, their natural sense of leadership, their determination to defend what they believe in, what they think is right, and the people they love, their specific expertise, the list goes on. They just think the other is so fucking cool and brilliant.

Tbh I think in the right circumstances they'd teach each other some lowkey fucked up tricks they have up their sleeves. Like Bagi giving Phil insight on manipulating people into giving the answers you're looking for by asking the right carefully worded questions, or Phil teaching Bagi the best spots to hit/hurt a person/mob to really do some damage just purely as a "hey if you ever find yourself in a Situation, here's a tip" thing

I don't know how better to show this without explicitly saying it: These two are not the other's fucking caretaker. Phil is not Bagi's father figure and Bagi is not Phil's mother figure. Yes, they can scold each other when the other is doing something dumb (cough, 7 hcs ago, cough). Friends do that. They support each other and call each other on their bs. That is not parenting, that's being a good friend. And they are to each other.

On that note, it hasn't come up too much yet but when shit sucks (like when the eggs were lost or lost lives), they're good at distracting each other. But like without halting the process of dealing with their emotions. If they're sad, they'll be sad together, but they're good at picking the right conversation topics to lighten the mood. If they're mad, they'll be mad together, and they'll plan what to do about it with each other.

I think I've sorta demonstrated it well enough in a couple of these hcs already but AUGH, they're just. So on the same page with each other almost all the time. And when they aren't, they're so good at giving each other perspectives they didn't think of before. Which, I don't mean to compare Bagi to her brother here, but is also how Phil and Cellbit can be with each other too; though they've somewhat fallen out of that sync post-Purgatory. The way the Mystery Siblings are so on the same wavelength as Phil makes me so *slams fist on desk*

Phil is normally a very Just Vibin' kinda guy but Bagi can get him into some really deep intellectual conversations sometimes and it's so 🍿🍿🍿 to watch

[doumadono]

Warnings: smut w/o plot, no dialogues Synopsis: Koyuki and Akaza immerse themselves in a night of impassioned intimacy Requested by: my beloved, dearest @koyuki-the-flower - I endeavored to craft a sensual tale featuring Koyuki and Akaza, I hope it resonates with your desires and captivates your imagination 💙

MASTERLIST

Koyuki stood gracefully by the moonlit window, her silhouette exuding an ethereal charm. Adorned in a delicate, diaphanous bra and a scanty thong, she emanated an aura of alluring beauty. 

Without a stitch of clothing adorning his body, Akaza approached her from behind, enveloping her in his embrace. His hands delicately caressed her abdomen as his lips planted tender kisses upon her neck. With effortless dexterity, his nimble fingers found their way to the front of her bra, unfastening the button with practiced ease. Stepping back slightly, he gingerly caressed the straps, causing the bra to glide down her velvety skin, unveiling the resplendent sight of her exquisite breasts.

Wordlessly, Koyuki turned to face him, her eyes reflecting a profound connection. She gently encircled her arms around his neck, drawing herself closer to him. Akaza felt the warmth of her breath upon his lips, compelling him to explore the sensuous realm that awaited. His fingertips gingerly brushed against her slightly moist lips, igniting a symphony of passion between them. Caressing his hands down her supple back, they descended further, gracefully landing upon her silken buttocks, exerting a gentle pressure to bring her even closer into his embrace.

The intoxicating essence of Koyuki's fragrance enveloped Akaza, rendering him utterly captivated. Their embrace deepened as they continued their ardent exchange of kisses. Engaging in a playful dance of intertwining tongues, Koyuki's lips curled into a knowing smile, symbolizing their shared desire and unspoken understanding. Driven by an overwhelming passion, Akaza, adorned with intricate tattoos, enveloped her in his strong, powerful arms, effortlessly lifting her weightless form, as if she were but a feather in his grasp.

Koyuki's embrace tightened around Akaza's neck, her lips seeking his in another fervent kiss as he effortlessly carried her towards the awaiting bed. With graceful ease, Akaza gently lowered her onto the sumptuous silk sheets, his desire unabated as he bestowed upon her neck a passionate mark, leaving a trace of their escalating ardor. Urgently, his hands ventured to caress her bosom, his touch insistent yet tender, igniting a fervent response within her.

Sensuously descending, Akaza's lips embarked on a slow, tantalizing journey, lavishing her neck with a cascade of delicate kisses, attuned to the melody of her soft sighs. The languid descent continued, guided by an unhurried rhythm, as Akaza's lips found their destination upon her opulent breasts. With lips filled with longing, he pressed against her pert peaks, tracing them with the cool caress of his tongue, teasingly nibbling at their tender flesh. Koyuki reciprocated, her delicate hands gently exploring the expanse of his back, relaying her approval through the angelic tones of her voice, reinforcing the mutual pleasure of their intimate game.

Akaza's tongue traced an ardent path, skimming from the curves of her chest down to her navel, encircling it in tantalizing circles before venturing further towards her ultimate desire. There, a solitary barrier stood between them and the realm of unbridled ecstasy. With a flicker of determination in his eyes, Akaza grasped the taut elastic band with his teeth, teasingly pulling it closer before his skilled hands joined in the pursuit. Effortlessly, the slender obstacle succumbed to his gentle yet purposeful pressure, yielding to his unwavering advance, tearing apart with ease.

As the final barrier crumbled, Koyuki embraced a profound sense of liberation, her essence bared in all its glory. A mesmerizing vista unfolded before Akaza—a resplendent pearl nestled within an enchanting shell. Moonlight delicately caressed her lips, their subtle sheen hinting at a promise of tantalizing pleasure. Vulnerable yet fearless, Koyuki willingly surrendered her boundaries, yearning to become one with Akaza, body and soul.

Akaza's lips descended upon her exposed bud, unleashing a symphony of impassioned moans that reverberated through the air. In response, she seized his head with her left hand while her right hand clenched the silk sheet with commanding force. The intoxicating kiss concluded, making way for Akaza's tongue to traverse her intimate contours, twirling in fervent circles, ascending and descending, ardently discovering the tender jewel that begged for his touch. Koyuki's moans crescendoed, transforming into a symphony of cries, a testament to the pleasure that would resound throughout the night.

With a firm grip on his hair, Koyuki guided him relentlessly towards her, urging Akaza to delve as deeply as his tongue would allow. Sensory receptors on his tongue were attuned to the pulsating rhythm of her fervent desire. Time seemed suspended in the ecstasy of the moment, as Akaza reveled in Koyuki's fiery embrace, his head caressed by her gentle strokes. 

In an instant, Koyuki rose, her voice resounding with a sultry command that fueled Akaza's ardor, “Let me take care of you, my love.” Yielding to her allure, Akaza reclined upon the bed, his back meeting the sensuous fabric beneath him.

Koyuki claimed his lips with a searing kiss, descending upon him with her sweet, fervent lips. Akaza, prepared for any delight, was taken aback, for this was beyond his expectations. With her slender hand, she enveloped his throbbing member, her tongue teasing the delicate slit of his engorged tip. The tension within him intensified, a tempest of desire raging, making restraint a formidable task. Her tongue traced the contours of his crown, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through him, inching him closer to the precipice of release.

With the grace of a seductive sylph, Koyuki traversed the length of his pulsating shaft, her tongue tracing a tantalizing path from base to tip, lavishing it with a symphony of fervent kisses and kitten licks before retracing her steps in a bewitching dance. Koyuki enveloped the crown with her mouth, delicately applying a succulent suction that unleashed an untamed torrent of pleasure. 

Akaza's body coiled in exquisite tension, his strength waning under the onslaught of overwhelming sensations as his strong hands slipped into her long, black hair.

In a swift, lightning motion, Akaza swiftly positioned Koyuki upon her supine form, his powerful frame descending upon her with unrestrained desire. A fleeting surprise flickered in Koyuki's eyes, yet her acquiescence prevailed, even as Akaza assertively seized her wrists, securing her submission to the bed. Anticipation filled the air as Koyuki willingly parted her legs, aching for the sensation of his fervent thrust, her heated flesh yearning to be filled by his presence. However, Akaza revealed in the knowledge of his dominion, savoring the moment with deliberate slowness, relishing in the realization that she was entirely subservient to his will.

With fervor interlaced with tenderness, Akaza's lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss, coinciding with his deliberate penetration of her quivering core, his engorged tip tantalizingly grazing her slick folds. The proclamation of her pleasure escaped her lips, caressing his ear, a whispered testament to the overwhelming ecstasy that coursed through her being. 

The rhythm of their union was unhurried, their bodies merging with graceful synchronicity. With ease, his ample girth effortlessly glided within her velvet embrace, their shared lubrication enveloping them in a cocoon of exquisite sensation. In that moment, no other existence mattered but their intertwined forms. 

Gradually relinquishing his hold on her wrists, Akaza enveloped her in an embrace, their bodies melding as one. Koyuki's hands roamed his back, her sharpened nails dancing playfully across his skin, evoking a feline grace within her. At this precise juncture, she embodied the allure of a cat, while Akaza stood as her devoted plaything, ensnared by her enchantment.

Koyuki's hands descended lower, her delicate touch gently squeezing Akaza's sculpted buttocks, guiding him into her with an urgency that conveyed her desire for an accelerated rhythm. Obediently, Akaza, ever devoted to his goddess, eagerly complied, quickening the pace as their bodies seamlessly merged. With each fervent thrust, their union transcended artifice and pretense, shattering all barriers that may have once hindered their connection. Here, in the raw essence of their lovemaking, authenticity reigned supreme, and genuine pleasure blossomed between them.

The playful caress of Koyuki's nails against his back transformed into a delightful ache, reverberating through the room, a testament to her imminent release. Sensing her nearing climax, Akaza eased the pace, burying himself as deeply as he possibly could within her. Koyuki pressed against him with an intensity that matched her ardor, her vaginal contractions enveloping him in waves of ecstatic sensation. With closed eyes, she embraced the blissful moment of pure ecstasy, while Akaza, enraptured by the sight, found greater fulfillment in witnessing her unadulterated joy than in any praise or flattery bestowed upon him.

Yet, Akaza's own release had not yet arrived. Granting her a few precious moments of post-orgasmic reverie, he gently maneuvered her, turning her over onto all fours. Koyuki, now facing him, revealed a mixture of surprise and anticipation, her readiness for the second half of their passionate encounter evident in the moonlit glow. Akaza firmly gripped her hips, delicately parting her legs wider, positioning himself behind her, and reentered her depths once again.

His shaft remained unyieldingly rigid, a testament to the overwhelming tension that coursed through Akaza's body as he strained to contain his desires. The sonorous echoes of their connection reverberated in the form of resounding slaps, the rhythmic collision of his hips against her voluptuous backside. Akaza's hand traced a gentle path along her supple spine, eliciting ecstatic howls of pleasure from Koyuki, her grasp on the long-suffering sheet growing increasingly fervent.

With seamless ease, Akaza plunged deeper within her, intensifying the pace of their union. Yet, amidst the ecstasy, Koyuki sensed a subtle weariness creeping into her back. As waves of overwhelming pleasure threatened to engulf her, Koyuki instinctively tried to pull away, seeking a respite from the overwhelming sensations that threatened to suffocate her in their embrace. However, Akaza's grip tightened, resolutely anchoring her hips within his grasp, denying her escape.

Koyuki burned, a fervent blaze that consumed her from within and without. The flames of passion raged relentlessly, driving her towards the pinnacle of pleasure once more. In a crescendo of ecstasy, Koyuki succumbed to the paroxysms of climax, her essence pulsating with an intensified fervor that surged through her being.

With a sweet, rapturous cry, Koyuki slipped free from Akaza's grasp, her body cascading onto the bed in convulsive waves, each breath a desperate attempt to reclaim composure. And Akaza, drained yet euphoric, collapsed in the opposite direction, their union leaving them both in a state of blissful surrender.

In the tranquil moments that followed, a serene stillness enveloped the room, punctuated only by the soft melodies of their slowing breaths. The moon, a silent witness to their ardor, cast a gentle glow upon their entwined forms, bestowing upon them a serene luminescence.

With a sense of contentment that transcended the physical realm, Koyuki and Akaza succumbed to the embrace of sleep. Their bodies, entangled in an intimate tableau, found solace in the blissful oblivion of dreams, where whispered desires and unspoken wishes danced in the realms of subconsciousness.

No words were spoken, for in the depths of their slumber, their souls communed in a language that transcended mere mortal tongues. Their intertwined beings, now unified in repose, found respite from the intensity of their desires, cherishing the tranquil respite that sleep bestowed upon their weary forms.

And so, in the hushed embrace of the night, they surrendered themselves to the realm of dreams, where the echoes of their passion gently faded, leaving behind a profound sense of fulfillment. As sleep enfolded them in its comforting embrace, they drifted, serenely, into a world where the boundaries of reality blurred, and the only existence that mattered was the boundless realm of their shared desires and unconditional love.

[hikaririnku-blog]

MID Headcanon: Swimming

As I draw more MID stuff, this just came to my head as I recall the episode with Ava mistaking the magic pool as a hot tub and the Daemos hanging out with her in it. Do the Daemos know how to swim? So, knowing Asch, I feel like he excels at many things. Being a prince I'm sure involves being skilled at many things, and swimming could be one of many he is an expert in. Especially if he's ever in a situation where he's trapped in water or has to cross a rushing river, he's prepared for such a case. One thing, though, is that after swimming, he'd need to dry off fast or his fire magic would be disarmed for a while. For similar reasoning as Asch, Pierce was probably trained to swim excellently, as being a General to the knights and guard. In addition, since we don't really get to see any use of elemental magic from Pierce, I also headcanon him to be attuned to the water element, and may use the body of water he's in to his advantage, maybe to swim much faster or even shallowing the water for easier passage. Rhys probably would be an okay swimmer, as he uses his ice abilities to cross water as he needs, but would not do so well against rushing water if he were to swim in it. Also, I'd imagine he shouldn't stay in a cool/cold body of water for too long as it may freeze on him. It wouldn't make sense if an ex-assassin can't swim, as they're known for their agility, so Leif definitely excels in swimming. He's probably really good at holding his breath for long periods underneath the water, too, primarily for stealth. Noi would probably be too scared to swim, as with his electricity magic, he'd definitely hurt himself and others if he ever needed to cast it while being in it (also probably because he panics too quickly when in deeper waters). It doesn't mean he doesn't know how; he just would prefer more shallow water to swim in. (Though I'm sure if Ava were drowning, that can change in a heartbeat. LOL)

[marshmcore]

Hooray, more knife party hc shenanigans!!!

Sniper, an absolute loner, workaholic, and a son of seemingly disappointed parents (and awful biological parents) craves validation. He’s clearly skilled and strives for the best with his work and most likely doesn’t get recognized for it. I see that with “Meet the Sniper”, he really tries to sell the cool professional persona, even though he’s being paid to sit for hours and piss in jars before he takes the shot (especially after arguing with his dad on the phone). I can see other mercs not taking him as seriously as he shows to be.

Spy with his aloof, stuck-up, closed-off, and passive aggressive personality, authenticity doesn’t show easily. Even when he attempts to BE genuine (ie expiration date), it’s treated as a joke. 90% of the time he keeps sincerity to himself. I think he has the capacity to care, but nothing and no one (except for Scout’s Ma) is taking it seriously as he would like. I totally see his sincerity in his positive voice-lines.

Those two compliment each other (I can see it go in a “codependency” route lol), and they can start healing when they practice what they need. Sniper would be receptive to Spy’s compliments, because he could use some external reinforcement. In turn, Spy would be able to notice his delight, and realize that someone can appreciate his effort in unmasking the persona his profession made. Also, it would ease up the tension since he doesn’t have to suppress what he’s feeling about someone.

Funni points if it takes Sniper 3 years to realize where all Spy’s compliments are coming from, because he can be an oblivious workaholic like that. And so it forces Spy to be more overt with his compliments. Aaand it makes him want to open up more to him, so it gets challenging (hilarity ensues). AND he becomes more flirtatious so that he gets through his thick skull. Angst points if Sniper never notices or it’s all a farce and Sniper can never-ever trust anyone again or Sniper is simply not interested LEL.

Also here’s what that cropped blurb says:

-If Sniper likes someone enough, and they compliment them, that shit is gonna replay in his mind :)

-loyal dog energy :)

-Aims to impress and please them (after said compliment), if he likes them enough (A LOT)

Edit: I can see these two unmasking whatever persona their careers made when they get closer. As Sniper feels more confident, he’ll show off more of his suave, sax-playing side. Spy will be not only emotional, but also attuned, grounded, and warm. They’ll surprise each other as they go on together, and itll be just a whirlwind of new emotional experiences for the two. ACH HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

[yonemurishiroku]

If you think about it though, Nico is actually… kinda easy to take down.

As in: he has many weaknesses.

He’s powerful - I know, and I wholeheartedly agree. Yet at the same time, he’s unstable, too emotional, temperamental, with debatably poor teamwork skills to boost.

His powers are unstable and detrimental. Sure Underworld magic is cool, yet at the cost of his own health. It’s like trading HP for attack points - powerful, but not sustainable. That’s like, a whole freaking huge point.

Nico is… determined. Which is, surely, one of his astounding strong point, but can also lead to his doom. He can go any length to achieve his purposes. The result of this is his self-sacrificial nature, proven by the fact that he has nearly killed himself on multiple occasions. Again, self-detrimental. I believe we all know this clear enough.

Nico is emotional. It’s reflected on his powers, which are heavily attuned to his mental state, and his actions, which half of the time is the direct results of his personal interests. He’s also sensitive, which arguably is also a good point.

Now. Being emotional is a, with due respect, fatal weakness - if we are seriously talking military.

Firstly, compared to a cold-headed, rational party, it’s devastatingly easier to manipulate someone emotion-oriented. Minos succeeded by a long way with Bianca’s death. And with the fact that Nico is powerful, it can lead to destructive consequences once he’s driven by… corrupted forces.

Secondly, rash decisions. This is debatable actually because there have been proofs that Nico can be quick thinking and rational at times (forever proud of that time he pretends to not know Percy lol. A+, son). This is just a possibility.

He is too kind. Because kindness is a weakness. Amidst a war, softness and benevolence - while being an admirable and lovable traits in and of themselves - can get you killed really quick if you lay it out in front of the wrong people. I can effortlessly lure Nico into a trap by playing the victim, really.

Sure he has killed before, and maybe you can call it cold. But Nico’s more like… fierce. He’s stubborn, intense and resolute (which can be his strong points). He isn’t cold, but it burns all the same.

He’s hard to work with. It’s true.

1/ People is prone to be wary of him, and that’s natural

2/ Nico has been alone for so long, teamwork skills have never been in his spies of expertise (Nico even admitted in canon, i think?)

3/ His powers. Nico’s lash outs have proven to be damaging towards his own allies. And he’s quick to be like that.

His loved ones. But I suppose this is the whole cast’s weakness anyway. Idk just kidnap someone he loves and threatens him, works wonders - as long as you can keep it up LMAO.

To put it simply: Nico is a weapon with devastating power but low defenses, poor sustainability, and easy to be used against yourself.

Yeah, he’s powerful but also difficult to utilize. He’s a wild card. If you want to use him, there’re a series of cautions and regulations you have to take. I’m talking like a military officer. Good. Anyway Nico is strong, still he has his flaws. Use it right and you can have an invaluable asset/effectively eliminate him.

[miguelswifey04]

Miguel x reader Where reader has like those annoying eye headaches and they r just annoyed by it so Miguel helps reader out, stupid? Yes, does my eye hurt? Yep😔

i am pumping these requests out like a madman but i just got to yours and this is so cute!! cus i get headaches/migraines a lot so i can relate :3

miguel o’hara x gn! reader (fluff)

you found yourself plagued by a persistent headache, a throbbing sensation behind your eyes that made it difficult to focus. irritation knitted your brow as you tried to alleviate the discomfort, rubbing your temples in frustration.

miguel, always attuned to your needs, noticed your distress and approached you with concern. he reached out, gently taking your hands in his, his touch radiating comfort and support.

“mi amor, it hurts me to see you like this," he said, his voice filled with genuine worry. "please, let me help you." you sighed, feeling a mixture of annoyance and gratitude. "i don't know what to do, miguel. it’s just a constant headache that won't go away."

with a determined expression, miguel led you to a comfortable seat and gestured for you to sit down. he disappeared for a moment, returning with a cool damp cloth. he approached you with a gentle smile and positioned himself behind you, his strong hands massaging your tense shoulders.

his touch was precise and soothing, his fingers working their magic to loosen the knots of tension that had built up. as his skillful hands moved over your neck and scalp, you could feel the stress melting away, replaced by a sense of calm.

miguel's voice was gentle as he continued to massage your temples, his words laced with care. "close your eyes, mi amor, and take deep breaths. let the tension melt away, and imagine a peaceful place where your headache ceases to exist."

following his instructions, you found solace in his touch and soothing words. you allowed yourself to relax, sinking into the sensation of miguel’s hands against your skin. his encouraging words and skilled touch created a serene atmosphere, free from the burden of your headache.

time seemed to blur as miguel’s ministrations continued, his focus unwavering as he devoted himself to relieving your pain. gradually, the pressure behind your eyes began to dissipate, replaced by a growing sense of relief and tranquility.

as you opened your eyes, you were met with miguel’s loving gaze, filled with pride and affection. he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, whispering, "love, i will always be here to take care of you. let me be your anchor and soothe away life's burdens."

you smiled, grateful for miguel’s unwavering support and his ability to bring you solace during trying times. your headache had subsided, leaving you feeling refreshed and infinitely grateful for the love and care that surrounded you.

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a/n: okay that massage and mini guided meditation though 😩🧘🏽‍♀️

tags 🏷️!! @kairiscorner @meeom @sabcandoit @emiemiemiii

[katfreaks-hidyhole]

[inseasofgreen]

Hi, there! I'll probably get to your ask later tonight, but in the meantime, since I remember Sciosa (pardon any poor spelling) is an elf, how do elves work in your world? How do they interact with other folk?

Heyo!

You got her name right dw!! Sciosa's mother is Zaentiraeal, which is the elven race of the Nite Region, her dad is something else so we won't get into that right now lol. So she's technically a half elf, which I'll get more into later!

So the Zaentiraeal are characterized with pointed ears and unnaturally colored eyes, some time's they'll have light hair ranging from pure white to a very light blonde but most times the quickest tell tale sign is their ears and eyes.

Their homeland, Zenier. is a land were magic quite literally is in the world around them, giving the lands a more cool toned hue than what we usually see in nature. It's towers are also some of the highest buildings in the Nite Region, and possibly even Nyrus as a whole. The Zaentiraeal are said to have been born by the gods themselves, and seeing as their high priestesses commune with the gods daily it's not too far fetch to believe that.

The Zaentiraeal also have an easier time tapping into magic. While other mortals either learn from schools or a mentor, Zaentiraeal just have the ability to wield magic, straight outta the womb too. Which actually brings us to Zaenri, the half elfs. Magic isn't something that can be easily be controlled and can in fact kill the one wielding it if they don't have the magical wealth (how much magic a mortal has at whim, which can be slowly built up over time or simply born with it) or enough skill.

Pregnancy and Death TW: So with that being said, Zaenri's aren't a common occurrence, even more so are those who's mother survived the pregnancy. When the baby becomes more powerful than it's mother, the magic will attack the mother in the same way it would attack it's wielder if they weren't strong enough to control it. So most the Zaentiraeal tend to be very mindful of who they marry and have children with. Though sometimes love wins over logic, and ends with the death of the mother, and sometimes the child if the proper procedures aren't taken to rescue the child. TW over

Though the Zaentiraeal call Zenier home, many of them have never stepped foot in the holy land. Zaentiraeal live all over Nyrus, and most times are welcomed the same as everyone else. The biggest exception being Vultis. Zaentiraeal who where living in Vultis during the rebellion and crowning of the usurper quickly found themselves as second class citizens. Though, there are a higher number of Zaenari in Vultis, many of them being Zrato's and having the ability to ride dragons. Though those Zaenari tend to not be as powerful magic wise, simply because it's frowned upon and they don't wish to cause any more attention to themselves than they already have.

Touching on one last thing, The Zaentiraeal aren't really like Tolkien elves or even DnD elves, as in they're don't have a limited number of souls, or are more attune with nature, etc. But they do tend to live a longer live than others, most of them living well into their late 200s, they have their mother tongue, and are more likely to take another Zaentiraeal's word over other mortals. There's a sense of kinship with each other that most other mortals don't have.

oof, this got long. but I finally got to share some Zaentiraeal lore! I feel like I yap more about the Zrato than the Zaentiraeal, so this was a nice change.

[queenofdragons12]

Secluded Desires

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, consensual group sex, and intimate language.

Summary: In a secluded beach setting, the General and her loyal squad indulge in a passionate and intense encounter, exploring their deep connections and desires. As boundaries blur and affection intertwines with pleasure, the group revels in their exclusive intimacy, affirming their bond and mutual love amidst the heat of the moment.

Pairings: Hunter x General, Wrecker x General, Crosshair x General, Tech x General, Echo x General

As the leader of the Bad Batch, the challenges you faced extended beyond mere difficulty in a traditional sense. Your role required a delicate balance of emotions intertwined with duty. Initially, it felt natural to stand alongside your comrades, offering assistance and protection whenever they required it. However, the dynamics began to shift as emotions started to surface and evolve.

It became apparent that Anakin had orchestrated this path for you, foreseeing the inevitable emotional connection that would form between you and the charming yet sometimes naive clones under your command. It seemed as though Anakin possessed a deep understanding of your character, almost as if he had always anticipated this outcome.

The realization of your growing fondness for your troops brought about a new layer of complexity to your leadership. The line between duty and personal attachment blurred, presenting you with a unique set of challenges that tested not only your tactical skills but also your emotional resilience. In this evolving dynamic, you found yourself grappling with the intricacies of loyalty, camaraderie, and the vulnerability that comes with forming meaningful connections in the midst of conflict.

As you reclined on the sunbed, basking in the warmth of the sun's gentle embrace, you witnessed the mesmerizing sight of the sun cascading over the horizon, painting the sky in a myriad of hues. The golden rays danced across the sandy shoreline, creating a shimmering spectacle that captivated your senses. Dressed in a bikini carefully crafted by Padme's renowned tailor, you felt a sense of elegance and allure wash over you.

Padme, with her impeccable taste, had selected this bikini specifically for your getaway with the boys, assuring you that it would be the epitome of perfection for the occasion. The fabric hugged your curves in all the right places, accentuating your figure in a way that made you feel confident and radiant. In that moment, you couldn't help but admire how this ensemble enhanced your natural beauty, making you feel more alluring than ever before.

"You gonna laze and soak up the sun all day, General, or are you going to bathe with us?" inquired the gravelly voice of Hunter. You raised your gaze to meet his, your eyes (e/c) flashing in the sunlight filtering through the brim of your sunhat. "Sure, I can join," you replied as you gracefully rose to your feet, moving with the poise and elegance befitting a princess. This refinement had become second nature to you ever since you arrived from Westreos; you embodied the image of the princess they all admired and adored.

As you listened intently, the sound of a hunter's grunt resonated in the air, causing a subtle shiver to run down your spine. You couldn't help but notice the subtle cues that hinted at the boys' growing awareness of your presence, particularly attuned to the nuances of your body. The hunter seemed to possess a certain ease in deciphering these signals compared to the others, yet they all displayed a heightened sensitivity towards you.

With a sense of purpose, you made your way towards the water's edge, each step deliberate and measured. As you immersed yourself in the cool embrace of the water, it enveloped you like a protective cocoon, akin to a dragon mother tending to her precious newborn hatchling. The gentle caress of the water against your skin was both soothing and empowering, instilling a sense of calm and strength within you.

As you hummed softly, the vibration of your melody was interrupted when Wrecker's strong hands enveloped your hips, pulling you closer against his glistening, muscular frame. "Hey, the general's out," he called out to Crosshair and Tech, who were engaged in a game of volleyball at a distance. You couldn't help but admire the way each of their bodies moved with grace and power, a sight that captivated you.

Echo approached, his scowl-link showing signs of wear from the salty water, prompting you to extend your hand and delicately repair it with a touch, causing his fingers to glow briefly. "There," you stated with conviction, ensuring everything was in working order before deftly slipping out of Wrecker's grasp, causing the gentle giant to release his hold. The moment was a blend of camaraderie and skill, a dance of teamwork and mutual understanding among your group.

As Hunter emerged, a radiant smile graced his features, drawing an equally warm smile from you in response. With a graceful motion, you unfurled your majestic wings, their obsidian scales shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight before you ascended into the sky with effortless grace. "Hey, General," Crosshair greeted you as you hovered above, a playful chuckle escaping your lips before you descended swiftly into the clear waters below. Emerging from the depths with a fluid and captivating movement, the onlookers' breath caught in awe at the mesmerizing display before them.

As you listened keenly, a mysterious sound reached your ears, followed by the piercing scream of a child and the menacing growl of a predator lurking nearby. Your eyes narrowed instinctively, and your body reacted with swift precision, muscles tensing and rippling beneath your skin as a formidable creature emerged, tearing apart the flimsy remnants of a bikini with ease. Unfazed by the shredded clothing, you stood your ground confidently.

In a dramatic turn of events, a colossal dragon swooped low over the water, its dark wings slicing through the tranquil surface, creating tumultuous ripples. A blaze of fiery orange erupted from the dragon's maw, engulfing a circling shark that posed a threat to a young Padawan, reducing it to mere fragments in an instant.

With a swift and decisive motion, you dove into the water, reaching out to the frightened child with a reassuring touch. "Are you alright, young one?" you inquired gently, receiving a nod of confirmation from the relieved child. Allowing the child to swim back to safety, you watched as he reunited with his father, who expressed gratitude with a warm smile. "Well done, General! Your actions have not gone unnoticed," praised the father, acknowledging your heroic deeds with admiration.

With a sharp nod, you gracefully retraced your steps to rejoin the group, their intense stares fixed on you.

"You scared us," Hunter remarked, his hand instinctively resting on your hip as you nonchalantly shrugged. It was only then that you realized your state of complete nudity, causing you to let out a resigned sigh.

Swiftly snapping your fingers, a more elaborate attire materialized, replacing your exposed form with a lingerie set that modestly covered your chest and intimate areas. Crosshair couldn't help but groan in frustration, his voice edged with a mix of amusement and annoyance, "General, are you trying to tease us or something?" he growled, his eyes narrowing in disbelief.

You laughed, the sound soft and inviting, as you sauntered up to him, your gaze traveling up and down his form. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Cross?" you teased, your voice a seductive purr. Without waiting for his response, you turned and walked away, every step deliberate, knowing full well the eyes of the boys were locked on you. A smirk tugged at your lips—you finally had their attention. And you reveled in it.

As you bent over to apply some sunscreen, rough hands settled on your hips, sending a shiver up your spine. You gasped in surprise as a warm breath caressed your bare back. "You really think it's safe to tease us, General? You have no idea what we’re capable of," Hunter’s voice was low and menacing.

You stiffened in his grasp, your body reacting instinctively as you glanced over to see the rest of the group had gathered. “Heh, not as sharp-tongued as I thought you were, General,” Corsshiar teased, his voice dripping with a mix of amusement and desire.

He moved closer and captured your lips in a hot, steamy kiss. You let out a muffled grunt, caught off guard by the intensity. You had been teasing the guys for a while now, but you never imagined it would escalate to this. The kiss was fierce, passionate, and all-consuming, leaving you breathless and disoriented, a blend of surprise and desire washing over you.

Hunter nibbled at your shoulder, sending jolts of sensation through your body. Echo, Wrecker, and Tech soon joined in, their presence overwhelming and electrifying. "You want this, Mel’sha?" Hunter’s voice was a hushed murmur against your ear, his breath hot and tantalizing.

You shuddered, your head falling back against his chest as you surrendered to the moment. “Yes,” you breathed out, the word barely escaping your lips, filled with need and anticipation.

Tech adjusted his glasses with a knowing smile. “See? Her body’s reacting to us far more than it ever did to the regs,” he observed with a clinical detachment.

Your eyes widened in surprise as you absorbed his words. Your body, attuned and responsive to the clones in ways it never was with others, seemed to make its own rules. The realization left you breathless, your earlier doubts swept away in the current of desire.

Soon, Hunter’s hands ventured lower, exploring your body with deliberate, teasing touches. Crosshair pulled back from the kiss, a trail of mingled saliva connecting your lips as he looked at you with a smirk. “Heh, look at you, General—all hot and bothered for us, hmm?” His voice was laced with satisfaction as he assisted Hunter in guiding you onto the sunbed.

Wrecker moved in next, taking a seat beside you and positioning you over his already eager cock. The sense of dominance and possessiveness from the group left you trembling, overwhelmed by the heat and intensity of the moment.

You let out a sharp gasp as Wrecker's cock parted your folds, filling you completely. The sensation was intense, your pussy throbbing in response to his intrusion. Hunter inhaled deeply, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “You smell so good, Cyri’ka,” he murmured, his voice low and filled with desire.

He dropped to his knees, his attention focused solely on you, while the others began to reveal their cocks from their briefs. As they prepared to take their turns, Hunter looked up at you with a mixture of concern and anticipation. “You sure you’re okay with this? If you’re not, we’ll stop,” he offered, his tone sincere amidst the heat of the moment.

You laughed, your eyes opening despite the overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. You met Hunter's earnest gaze, then looked at the others in turn. “I want this,” you said, your voice steady and sincere. “And I’m not just saying it because of the heat of the moment. I love you guys.”

A shy smile tugged at your lips as you continued, “I’ve always felt this way, I guess.” The depth of your feelings was clear, blending seamlessly with the passion of the moment.

Crosshair’s lips brushed against your neck as he whispered, “That’s good to hear, General. The feeling’s mutual.” His words were a reassuring promise amidst the passion.

Hunter wasted no time, positioning himself to taste you, his tongue exploring every inch with skilled precision. Wrecker’s cock was firmly buried inside you, adding to the overwhelming sensations. Meanwhile, Tech and Echo focused on your nipples, their fingers teasing and tweaking, sending shivers of pleasure through your body. Crosshair, not to be left out, pressed his body against your back, his rhythm matching the others as he thrust against you, each movement harmonizing with the intense symphony of pleasure.

You let out growls of pleasure, the sensations nearly overwhelming you. At times, you almost accidentally struck Hunter with your tail, especially when he focused particularly hard on your sensitive bud. Wrecker grunted in response, his hands guiding your hips to move against his in perfect rhythm. Each thrust was just the right amount of stretch, driving you further into ecstasy.

It felt oddly surreal to be having sex on a beach, especially when you were supposed to be surrounded by other people. Yet, somehow, the Maker seemed to have arranged things perfectly for you today. The beach was deserted, and you had this beautiful, secluded space all to yourselves, enhancing the intimate and exhilarating experience.

The touches and sensations intensified, driving you to the edge. As Tech’s skilled hands worked their magic, you felt the knot of tension inside you finally snap. A surge of hot, sticky pleasure erupted from you, staining Hunter’s face with your release. He grunted in relief, the look of satisfaction clear on his expression, while the others laughed.

“Seems the dragoness isn’t so strong after all,” Wrecker teased, his voice filled with playful mockery. Then, with a powerful thrust, he let go and drove into you with renewed force. You yelped as his own hot release poured into you, the intensity of his pleasure mingling with yours, making the experience even more electrifying.

Hunter stood with his cock erect, a teasing smirk on his face. “You sure you want to take us all?” he challenged, his eyes glinting with playful arrogance.

You growled in response, standing tall and slick, with seed dripping from your pussy. Your voice was filled with confident determination as you answered, “Sure can, Sergeant. Now get on your knees.” Your commanding tone left no room for argument, adding to the heated intensity of the moment.

Shuddering, Hunter obeyed your command, sinking to his knees as you took charge. The others moved into different positions, each taking their turn as you expertly milked them. After a few cycles of pleasure and release, you finally lay back on Wrecker's belly, his softening cock nudging against your stomach.

“You got more in you, big guy?” you teased, rubbing his chest affectionately. He chuckled, his voice warm with satisfaction. “Sure, I do. I can’t really hold it when you’re laying here naked with me, General.” He placed a tender kiss on your temple, his touch gentle and loving.

Hunter rested atop your bum, a content smile on his face as he looked genuinely spent and happy. Crosshair had taken to sucking on your breasts, his need to remain close evident. Tech and Echo had settled on their own towels on the sands, their bodies relaxed and at ease after the intense experience.

The scene was a beautiful blend of intimacy and relaxation, each of you basking in the afterglow of your shared passion.

“I love you, boys,” you murmured, closing your eyes as a wave of contentment washed over you. As you drifted away into sleep, their rumbling voices echoed softly around you.

“We love you too, General,” they replied, their words filled with warmth and affection. With their declarations lingering in your ears, sleep gently claimed you, enveloping you in a cocoon of love and satisfaction.

[witchthewriter]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

I thought I’d do something a lil different, since the Nav’i are so connected to nature, it would be a cool concept if they were given a gemstone that represents them when they were born

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ      

𝐀𝐔: Just like the Songchord that is created when a Na’vi first comes into the world, they are also given a gemstone that represents them as a being. Throughout life, whenever this gemstone appears - it means something. Na’vi use it to represent themselves on their own Songchords and their clan’s Songchords. Their gemstone is also worn as an adornment; jewellery, sewn into clothing, and/or worn in their braids. 

𝐌𝐨'𝐚𝐭

・Her stone is Apatite 

・Known as ‘The Stone of Wisdom’

・Aids in the mind’s connection to the spiritual world

・Apatite is also known as the stone of the future and brings knowledge to those who are attuned to it 

・It also helps in psychic abilities; feeling, knowing more than the average Na’vi.

・Her stone was a part of the reason why she knew to make Neytiri teach Jake

・Those attuned to it/are chosen by it has enhanced brain power, originality and critical thinking skills

・Apatite is a dual-action stone, known for its positive use of personal power to achieve goals. It clears away confusion, apathy or negativity, then, stimulates the intellect to expand knowledge and truth

・She wears it as a necklace as well as bracelets 

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

・His stone is Labradorite 

・Known as ‘The Stone of Mysticism’

・He was chosen by Eywa; we have seen reasons so far, but there has been hints of an even greater purpose for Jakesully. 

・This stone’s elements are Air and Water. Just like Neytiri, Jake has a love for flying - and he leads his family to find a safehaven with the water people. 

・He received his stone when his soul was completely transferred into his Na’vi body

・Legend says a warrior speared the coast to create labradorite 

・Is known for uniting opposing ideas, forces and people

・Cuts through illusions to reveal the heart of the truth

・Offers protection through ritual work

・Jake has labradorite beads tied to his arm band

𝐑𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥

・Her stone is Moonstone

・A very spiritual stone, which fits as she is the clans Tsahik

・It evokes the goddess, and in this universe, that would be Eywa. This rings true as Ronal is the Tsahik for the Metkayina clan; the one closest to Eywa

・It’s element is Water, showcasing her clan and its importance to her

・Moonstone is a stone of sudden inspiration and intuitive knowing. Some clans believe a Moonstone talisman can help the wearer make the right decisions.

・Moonstone makes you super-focused and receptive

・It also purifies your aura and protects you from psychic harm

・Ronal incoporates the gemstone as apart of her headpiece 

𝐍𝐞𝐲𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐢

・Her stone is Amethyst

・It is a well-known stone that works in many areas of a Na’vi’s life. It heals, protects, enhances psychic abilities, strengthens the connection to Eywa and promote peace. 

・It’s elements are both Air and Water; signifying Neytiri’s love for flying and her later connection with the Metkayina clan. 

・Awakens a heightened state of spiritual awareness

・It continually reveals that the most “sensible” solution is also the one that serves the Highest Good for all

・It has strong healing and cleansing powers

・Amethyst helps us to identify the root causes behind behaviors and emotional patterns

・Neytiri wears beads of amethyst in her front braids 

𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢

・His stone is Blue Calcite

・Known as ‘The Stone of the Mind & Communication.’ 

・It’s elements are Air, Water and Earth - meaning it’s one of the more stable stones

・The meaning of Blue Calcite is deep unconditional peace

・Blue Calcite is a wonderful stone for communication, especially for tense situations that need careful management. It gives the confidence and hope that everything will work out for the best.

・Reminds us that while we can’t control other people, we do get to control our response to the world around us.  

・Tonowari wears his gemstone on his iknimaya; a garmet that is given to Metkayina once they complete their coming of age tests

𝐓𝐬𝐮'𝐭𝐞𝐲

・His stone is Moss Agate

・It’s meaning is ‘Universal Connection.’ 

・It’s element is Earth, relating the fact Tsu’tey comes from the forest Na’vi

・The stone is beautiful and blends well in the jungle

・In some clans, Moss Agate talismans were worn by soldiers before going into battle for physical harm, longevity, and evil vibrations

・When one is going through painful events or changes, Moss Agate can help spiritual growth

・Bonding with it reveals the secrets of nature and cosmic reality

・Aids to stay in integrity and to make good decisions that will serve one well in the future

・Tsu’tey wore his gemstone in his intricate necklace

𝐍𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦

・His stone is Blue Lace Agate

・It is known as ‘The Stone of the Diplomat’ 

・It’s element is Air and Water; Neteyam is a great warrior, he has success in all Omaticaya traditions. However, Lo’ak superseeds him in the Metkayina ways. 

・That’s not to say that Neteyam doesn’t mesh well with his new home - rather, he is used to being the one who excels at whatever he puts his mind to. 

・Blue Lace Agate lets you speak your authentic truth 

・This gemstone makes it easy to find the root of and dissolve the negative emotions that cause anger and resentment

・Blue Lace Agate teaches us that words create reality and so we should strive to use words that are kind and wise

・Neteyam wears his gemstone on every piece of his garmets; including his loin cloth design, and neck-wear

𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢

・Her stone is Citrine 

・Known as ‘The Light Maker,’ it carries the power of the sun and with it, brings happiness wherever the wearer goes

・Citrine is a joyful stone and has one of the most powerful energies of all crystals

・It purifies the energy of everything around it, and is one of the few “self-cleansing crystals” capable of maintaining its own brilliant energy field

・It’s element is Fire, which made Kiri upset when she first learnt of that. She wanted to be like her family - it was another reason why she was different 

・But this serves as a greater foretelling of her future 

・When one is truly looking for a change or a spark of imagination, Citrine’s energy has no bounds

・Kiri wears her gemstone in little pieces braided into her hair and on her necklace

𝐀𝐨𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠

・His stone is Aquamarine

・Known as ‘The Crystal of the Sea’. It is a direct representation of water and the life beneath the waves

・Therefore, it’s pretty obvious that it’s connected to the element of Water

・Aquamarine encourages spiritual growth and greater awareness. 

・The ocean is believed to symbolize a real-life astral plane, and Aquamarine’s connection to the sea and water element is a spiritual representation of how it links you to the spiritual realm.

・Aquamarine is one of the most calming stones out there and works wonders for those who suffer from anxiety and stress.

・Aonung wears his gemstone on his armband

𝐋𝐨'𝐚𝐤

・His stone is Chalcedony 

・Chalcedony connects your physical body to the higher realm. It’s a spiritual awakening crystal that is also responsible for wisdom, awareness, and universal connection.

・Chalcedony is one of the oldest crystals for making weapons and tools.

・It enhances our self-awareness and encourages us to be more responsible, without becoming overly serious

・It is associated with the element of water, which explains why he was never as good as the Omaticaya traditions as Neteyam was

・It also explains why he integrated so well into the Metkayina way of life

・He wears parts of the gemstone braided in his hair. 

𝐓𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐲𝐚

・Her stone is Larimar

・It is known as ‘The Stone of Truth’

・A feminine stone, it’s elements are Fire and Water

・It is not yet known how the Fire element will come into play. 

・Larimar is a stone of truth; specifically knowing who you are and what you stand for. 

・ Larimar gives those attuned a deeper connection to nature

・Enhancing truth and personal understanding, you can use Larimar to tap into and harness your intuition.

・This is a direct depiction of Tsireya’s open-mindedness and welcoming attitude she shows the Sullys’.     

・Tsireya wears her gemstone as a necklace; tied in a rope 

𝐓𝐮𝐤

・Her stone is Rose Quartz

・Known as ‘Unconditional & Universal Love’ 

・Even though Tuk is young, she still shows an open-mind and open-heart to all things

・It’s elements are Water and Earth - which correspond perfectly. Tuk wasn’t of age to have her own Ikran, so she’s not used to being in the air 

・She doesn’t judge the Metkayina’s way of life, instead she embraces it. Making friends wherever she goes.

・Rose Quartz restores trust and harmony in relationships

・The Earth element rules Rose Quartz crystals; hence, you’ll easily calm down when holding this crystal, especially during stress, grief, trauma, loss, or heartbreak. 

・However, she does come from the Forest Na’vi - the Omaticaya. This represents the Earth element. And since moving, she has become one of the Reef people - the Metkayina. This represents the Water. 

・Their stones can foretell their future, but not every Na’vi wants to know their next chapters. So it isn’t a tradition to go searching for your future in the stone. 

・Only Eywa knows a Na’vi’s future 

[vermilionsun]

Please.... Crumbs of Veremhin... Please....

You asked for crumbs, and that's exactly what you're getting ;)

Surprise 2.3k word fic

Vere was silently following a Soulless on the outskirts of Eridia, which was, well, just a small distance away from the Amaryllis District's main road. He was keeping a good distance, ready to pounce at any moment. He stalked silently through the undergrowth, his keen senses attuned to the slightest movement. Light filtered through the foliage, casting dappled shadows on the wasteland floor.

Suddenly, a rustle breaks the silence. Vere's ears perk up, and he crouches lower, blending into the shadows as he tracks the direction of the noise. Vere startles as Mhin appears out of nowhere, swiftly dispatching the Soulless with a single strike of their dagger. He lets out a frustrated huff.

Mhin’s head snaps to the side, and their eyes narrow at the sight of Vere emerging from the shadows. They instinctively move into a defensive stance, one hand grasping the dagger at their side.

Vere raises an eyebrow and eyes Mhin warily, his gaze calculating. He holds his hands up in a submissive gesture. He takes a few slow steps forward, still partially obscured by the shadows. "Impressive." He purrs, a hint of mockery in his voice.

Mhin’s expression remains guarded, their body poised to react at a moment’s notice. "I know how to handle myself," they respond tersely, their voice low and wary.

Vere smirks and steps further into the open, his movements unhurried. "No doubt." He concedes, his pink eyes glimmering. "But that was my prey."

Mhin bristles slightly at Vere’s words, their irritation rising. They clench their teeth, their grip on their knife tightening. "And I’m the one who actually took it down," they retort, their voice cool and defiant. "If you wanted it so badly, you should have been faster."

Vere lets out a low chuckle, his smirk widening into a feline grin. "Oh, I see. You're quite the little hunter, aren't you?" He drawls, his steps becoming a slow, deliberate stalk towards Mhin.

Mhin simply watches Vere, their body tense and coiled like a spring, ready to snap. They stand their ground, refusing to back down. "I’m the one who gets results," they reply, their voice betraying just a hint of smugness.

Vere's smile falters momentarily at Mhin's words, but he covers it up with a derisive snort. "You little—"

"Vere!" Vere's handler approaches the two. "Did you get that Soulless?" She asks.

Vere turns to the woman, his expression instantly shifting to a mask of feigned innocence. He gives her a small nod. "Of course, I'm just... admiring a certain someone's impressive skills." He gestures towards Mhin, his tone dripping with subtle sarcasm.

The handler turns towards Mhin, eyeing them with a hint of curiosity. "Hm, I see. We profusely thank you for your assistance," the woman tells Mhin, while giving a dirty glance at Vere as if saying, 'You're in trouble.'

Vere notices his handler's stare and lets out a low huff, knowing that he's going to receive a lecture later. He glances back at Mhin, his expression unreadable but his eyes betraying a hint of irritation.

Mhin allows a small smirk to play across their lips before turning their attention back to the handler. "Just doing my job," they reply, their tone cool and detached. "You can consider it a favor." Their gaze then moves to Vere, silently challenging him to make a move.

"A favor, you say?" He drawls.

Mhin can see the gears turn in Vere's head. Then his eyes light up.

Uh oh.

"Actually," he says suddenly, his tone abruptly changing to one of mock graciousness. "I suppose a thank you is in order. You did, after all, so generously spare me the trouble of dealing with that Soulless." He takes a small step closer to Mhin, maintaining eye contact as he continues.

"In fact, I think some sort of token of gratitude is warranted. Perhaps you'd be willing to accompany me on a small outing?"

Mhin's heart sinks. "No—"

"Perfect!" Vere cuts them off before they can utter a single word. Vere turns to his handler, a sickly sweet smile plastered on his face. He motions towards Mhin, as if in explanation. "You wouldn't mind, would you, dear?" He asks her, his tone oozing charm.

"Vere."

He bristles slightly at the sound of his handler's stern voice, his smile fading just a fraction. "What? I’m just wanting to properly show my gratitude." He retorts, feigning innocence. He knows he's pushing his luck, but he can't help the excitement that courses through him at the prospect of a bit of freedom. "It'll only be a short while. I’ll return straight after, I promise." He adds, his eyes pleading. His handler regards him, her expression unreadable.

After a few tense moments, she relents with a sigh. "...One hour."

A triumphant grin spreads across Vere’s face, and he gives a small nod. "Perfect, thank you, dear."

He turns back to Mhin, his smirk returning with a vengeance. "You heard her. One hour." He takes Mhin's arm and pulls them back towards the city. The latter blinks in surprise at the swift exchange, a flicker of annoyance passing over their expression.

Mhin ends up following Vere (big mistake); their steps measured and deliberate as they eye him suspiciously.

They arrive at a small, unassuming shop, and Mhin raises an eyebrow at the sign.

They take a step back, their cheeks flushing slightly in embarrassment. "A lingerie shop?" Mhin blurts out, their voice laced with disbelief. "Seriously?"

Vere grins. "Ah, not quite what you expected, is it?" He chuckles, opening the door and gesturing for Mhin to enter.

Mhin hesitates, their expression a mixture of annoyance and incredulity. They sigh heavily, taking a deep breath to compose themselves before slowly walking into the shop.

They immediately feel out of place; the intimate atmosphere and the array of lacy undergarments surrounding them only add to their discomfort. "You have some nerve, bringing me to a place like this." Mhin mutters.

Vere follows Mhin into the shop, his eyes scanning the various items on display with a hint of mischief. "Nerve? Me? Oh, come now, relax. You might find something you like," he teases, picking up a pair of lacy panties and showing them to Mhin, dangling them tantalizingly.

Mhin's cheeks burn even hotter at the sight and quickly tear their gaze away, schooling their expression into a scowl. "Pffft, highly doubtful." They respond, trying to keep their voice level. They cross their arms over their chest. "There's no way I'm trying on any of this."

Vere sets down the panties, his eyes scanning the shop for something else. "Oh, don't be so sure," he purrs, his tone dripping with arrogance.

He strolls over to a rack of bras, his eyes roving over the selection. His gaze suddenly locks on one in particular, and he grins. Vere picks up the bra, holding it up to Mhin with a smug smile.

"Now, this looks like it would suit you quite well."

The bra is lace, and the color a deep, rich red. It looks luxurious and elegant, and would fit snugly around Mhin's chest. Vere gives it an appreciative look, his mind already imagining what it would look like on them.

Mhin's eyes widen. "There's no way in hell I'm putting that on," they reply, their voice trembling slightly.

Vere steps closer, his voice dropping to a silky murmur as he holds the bra up to Mhin's chest. "Oh, but darling, wouldn't you like to feel how soft it is? How exquisite would it look against your skin?" He spins them around to face the mirror.

"It's quite simple, really," he purrs, moving to stand directly behind Mhin. He moves the lace above their shirt, letting it brush slowly along their chest. "I can see it in your eyes... You're considering it."

Mhin's breath hitches, and they swallow hard, their mind struggling to maintain clarity as Vere's words echo in their ears. They feel the heat of his breath against the back of their neck, his proximity sending a confusing array of sensations through their body.

"I am not!" They protest weakly, their voice betraying even more uncertainty than they intended.

Vere chuckles, relishing the way Mhin's body responds to his words. "What's the harm in just trying it on? Just to see how it looks."

"Just... just to see how it looks," they whisper, the words barely audible.

"That's right, darling. Just to see." Vere smirks, taking their whispered words as a victory. He helps them take off their shirt and gently slides the straps of the bra over their arms and shoulders, positioning it so that it fits securely against their chest.

Mhin's heart races as they take in the sight of their reflection. They can feel the weight of Vere's gaze upon them, the heat of his eyes burning into their flesh. "I... I look..." They trail off.

"Speechless, are we? I don't blame you. Red suits you quite well." He praises, his hands gently caressing their arms.

"I... I look indecent," they finally murmur.

Vere's hands settle on their hips. His grip is firm, but his touch is gentle, almost reverent. "You look tempting. Delectable, seductive, alluring…" He presses himself against their back, his chest against their bare skin. His hands glide slowly up their sides, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Mhin shivers, and a small gasp slips past their lips. "Vere."

"Hm, are you finally giving in? Can you see just how delicious you look?" He moves his hands up to their chest, his fingers dancing over the lace, before moving to caress the smooth skin beneath.

Mhin closes their eyes, their body arching instinctively, seeking more of his touch. "Yes..." They whisper, the word coming out as a plea rather than a response.

"Yes... what?" He murmurs, his lips brushing against their ear. He continues to run his hands over the lace, his thumbs circling their chest, drawing small, slow circles over their sensitive nipples. "Say it. Say exactly what you want, and it's yours."

Mhin's body quivers under his possessive touch, their breath coming in ragged gasps. They try to find their voice to say what he wants them to say, but the words are caught in their throat.

"You," they gasp out, "I want... I want you."

Vere grins, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He can feel their body shiver under his touch, resolve completely shattered. Leaning down, he traces a path of kisses along their neck, his tongue tasting their skin. He grips their hips, spinning them around to face him and pressing them against the mirror.

They can see the hunger in his eyes, the raw desire that mirrors their own. "Please... take me," they beg, their voice breathless and needy.

"That's it. Beg for me. Tell me how much you want me, how much you need me." His hands move to their wrists, pinning them above their head, his mouth finding their neck again, nipping and sucking on the sensitive skin.

It's like Mhin's under some spell. They can hardly think; their mind clouded with lust and longing. Every touch, every kiss, every word from Vere has them completely enthralled; all they want is to feel him, to be with him, and to give in to the overwhelming need that courses through their veins.

"Please," they gasp out, their voice hoarse with need. "I need you. I want you. Please, I'll do anything, just don't stop…"

"Anything? What if I want you to be mine completely? What if I want it all?" One of his knees comes up to Mhin's sex.

They try to arch into the feeling, instinctively seeking more friction, more pressure. "Yes," they moan. "I'll be yours. All yours. Please… I need you."

Vere's eyes gleam at their response. "That's right, darling. You're mine. All mine." He bites down on their neck hard enough to draw blood. He holds them against the wall a little longer as he licks the blood from the wound, his body pressed firmly against theirs. "But we can't have you getting everything you want so easily, can we?"

Mhin's so lost in the haze of pleasure that it takes a moment for his words to register in their mind. Once they do, they freeze. "Wha—"

Vere pulls back completely. Mhin blinks, the sudden loss of his touch leaving them feeling vulnerable, and they're left to look up at him in a daze. "Vere...?" they ask, feeling strangely exposed without his body pressed against them, their senses reeling from the sudden emptiness.

"Did you think it would be that easy? That you could just beg, and I'd give you everything you want?" He chuckles, the sound low and mocking.

Mhin's breath stutters. "But... but I thought you—" They cut themselves off, their own words sounding ridiculous even to them.

"I told you I would make you mine, completely. But you have to earn it."

…shit.

The words hang heavy in the air. Mhin's body aches for him, their hands clenching into fists to prevent themselves from reaching out to Vere.

Vere grins at their stunned silence and walks away, toward the register. "They'll take the matching red set." He instructs the cashier, not sparing Mhin a second glance before exiting the store.

Mhin stands there, their breathing coming out in short, ragged gasps as they watch Vere leave. There's a mixture of bewilderment, disbelief, and desire coursing through them. Their body still hum with the memory of his touch, their skin hyper-aware of where he had been, and now wasn't.

The sound of the cashier's voice breaks through their daze, and they find themselves nodding and paying for the set without truly comprehending what they're doing. Red. He picked the red set...