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I always feel pretty dumpy after getting dumped. Tonight was no different. I decided to walk the grounds one last time, and the tranquil beauty of the gardens seemed extra mean somehow. Like I was walking through something beautiful that I never even got a chance to miss. No chance to enjoy. Just rejection. Again. And the same message, though at least this time they tried to be kind about it.
Please never practice magic like that again. Bards were mages until you were too good at singing. Then things got suspicious to the headmasters. Song could be such a powerful tool and manipulate people across the field the way that death could. Put death and song together and humans always got so uncomfortable. And when it came to humans, nothing was more unlucky than a sweet death. They say the way they want to die is old and in bed surrounded by their families but...it's never true. Every single one of them secretly yearns for some kind of glory in their hearts, and it just rots and rots and rots as they age. I'd know. I'm human too. But I'm also banshee and people can just feel it. Especially those who are academically inclined. In some cultures they saw us as prophets... until they learned that the angels sing in our ears and fall out of our throats. Also people only like the idea of prophets. Tell them enough future truth and they start looking for the matches and rope. Or a crucifix.
Bewitchment. Enchantment. Manipulation. No one wants to invite a banshee to the table where everyone is sweet and happy and alive with rosy cheeks and laughing eyes.
I'm an omen. It's kind of lonely. But I get it. I suppose if I were someone else I'd feel the same.
I found myself in a gazebo near the tallest of the little sculpted waterfalls in this garden. I liked the way the water sang and flowed as it poured itself over the rocks. It was summer, so there were fireflies, and I could get back to being lost in my thoughts a bit as I watched the way they all twinkled around each other. My son used to say they were all teleporting. I laughed at him, kissed the top of his head, and earmarked that for later because that might be something he ends up being keen at. My daughter used to say she had the power of the forest when she was very young, and gods if she couldn't tell you exactly what creatures were thinking when they wanted something. The more specific the better with my daughter.
I shifted, crossing my legs over each other and anchoring my elbows on the wooden railing and letting my chin fall heavily into my palms. I closed my eyes and breathed slowly, trying to catch and understand the direction and pattern to the way the wind blew tonight. The air smelled like roses and jasmine and I looked up to see the little white flowers hanging from their vines right above me. There were lanterns of golden light and everything felt smoky and indigo. A moonlit darkness that was so easy to see around but too misty to see through.
Was it the song, I wondered? I replayed the interview in my mind. I've been learning how to perform on a stage and have gotten to this point where I fall fully into the music. I don't let my mind control the song anymore, but trust my heart to attune and express it authentically. Sometimes my heart sounds drunk or bitter. Sometimes it sounds like delight and perfection. Today... I couldn't remember. I'd found that I could trick people into thinking maybe I was some sort of reformed cleric turned bard if I sang religious songs. Today I considered a shanty because those work too. But in the end I settled on a lullaby and at first everyone looked peaceful and happy but then that look came into their eyes when they realized where they were and what was going on.
Someone told me once that it was frightening to find yourself suddenly disarmed, especially if being vulnerable wasn't something you were used to being with people. I saw that happen in real time today, and suddenly understood what he meant.
Yay, more awareness.
That brought a bit of temper to my system so I stood up and walked over to the stream to sit down. The grass was wet but I didn't care. I took off my shoes and put them into the water that ran clear and cold over a stone bottom. It was deep enough to cover my ankles. I put my palms to the earth behind me, took a deep breath, and let my head fall back as I sighed it out.
I was so fucking disappointed.
But, I'd still done it. I took the chance. I learned something. All of it sucked. I'd maybe built a few sandcastles in my mind about how my life would fit into the routine that school would have brought me. I let myself sit and grieve what was never mine but still felt lost to me. I imagined the tide of this rejection crushing all the sandcastles in one giant wave. I felt my emotions rise out of my heart, making my throat sore, took another deep breath, and sighed as I let the tears release the sadness and flow down my cheeks like the current at my feet.
Fuck, I really really wanted something else to happen. I wanted the outcome I wanted. And I didn't want any other outcome. I didn't want to go to another school. I didn't want to look at other schools. I didn't want to be a bard if I couldn't go to this school. I didn't want anything.
My body shook with a little sob as my shoulders slumped back.
I didn't want anything ever again and-
Suddenly I was laughing, and I just collapsed. I laughed and cried at the same time and rolled around in the grass. If I was going to be a fucking child like this about this I was going to commit and be a child. My heart was broken a little bit and the grass was so wet and awful but it smelled so good. I closed my eyes and cursed as I realized my hair was going to be wet now that I did this and...
There was a cough and a "Ma'am?"
I froze like a rabbit. Then I closed my eyes tighter just in case this was a dream and I could escape the inevitable embarrassment of someone from the school that rejected me seeing me rolling around in the grass like an animal. The moments clicked by awkwardly and I didn't cut to the next scene, so I opened my eyes to face the music.
Security guard. Handsome. I always liked a man in uniform. Flirting was not going to help me escape embarrassment but it could make this story more interesting. As though he were reading my mind, his face darkened with an expression that read plainly don't even try it. Great, a challenge. The only thing I can't resist. His arms crossed as we both seemed to take in each other's character in this particular moment. He scowled deeper.
I sat up like a naughty child and patted at my hair, then shook it out like a dog would. He was watching closely. My head tilted to the side and I beamed angelically. "Sorry, you caught me making grass angels," I chirped merrily.
In order to be admitted to a magic school potential students only need to provide irrefutable proof that they are mages, yet, despite your very obvious abilities, you were rejected with a comment asking you to "please never practice magic again".
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'call it what you want.' | l.h x reader
pairings: logan howlett x sway!reader
tags: fluff, no established relationship but.. there's something there, mutant!reader (they call her sway due to her mutation.. i love her i wanna talk ab her someone PLEASE ASK AB HER), AFAB reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, no specific petnames for reader (just bub and her hero name.. gets called kid like twice), no use of y/n, written with x1/x2 logan in mind... sigh... save me x2 logan.. anyway, he gives reader his dog tags before a mission in case he.. you know.. so maybe angst? but only til the very end.
wc: 2k!!
a/n: OKAY SO BOOM! this is my first actual work that's not a drabble and i'm so anxious to post AAHHH, i got the inspo from a post i saw a while ago while fried as fuck from someone requesting a fic ab logan giving reader his dog tags, pref fluffy and angsty so i hope i did ur vision justice OP!! tysm for inspo, my reqs are always open đ«¶đ» also i know this is a very burnt card but if something in the wording is off lmk PLEASEE english isn't my first language đ anyway enough yapping plz enjoy!! any type of interaction is appreciated
'just know these are yours now.'
you've never seen him without his dog tags, he never took them off, not ever since the first time he came into the mansion. you'd been there the first time, you were a teacher in the school, and you'd seen him occasionally roam the halls and stay by the door, listening in on your class, quietly. but very rarely interacted otherwise, just a simple nod or a 'good morning' that he'd return out of good manners, but he'd mostly keep to himself.
you're a teacher. you're the fun teacher. at least that's what your coworkers seemed to agree upon, seeing how your students appeared to leave your classroom more cheerful than they entered. you'd be lying if you said you didn't use your mutation as an advantage in this situation, being able to read your students' moods every day, how they were feeling and why came insanely handy, especially when it came to giving each student the type of care they needed. which is why you were also a student counselor.
on the days you didn't teach, you'd put that psych degree to work and counsel. in your classroom filled with drawings and fairy lights and stained glass that looked straight from a fairytale, and a door you'd lock for privacy as a student came to confide in you.
obviously despite your title, it wasn't only students who'd come to your office to let a feeling go, teachers too, needed a space to blow off some steam, cry a little sometimes, because they knew you'd soothe them in the end, touch your hand feel the pain dissipate, make it seem as if they'd never felt that way.
up until now, only teachers and students seemed to come to you for help. teachers. and students.
so it did surprise you when the wolverine started showing up in your office after coming back.
"must be tiring. to handle others' emotions like your own all day." he'd say, sitting down on a chair, to which you'd playfully roll your eyes and shake your head. "i don't treat them as my own, i just do what i have to do so they feel better." you'd reply, walking towards the door to lock it out of policy. figured that he was here for counseling as well.
"you treat everyone with so much care it seems like it." he said, which made you stop in your tracks, turning heel to face him, your hair cascading on your shoulders and moving ever so softly as you spun. before you could speak, stunned, he asked again.
"don't you get tired? i mean mentally. it must take a toll on you to be around so many emotions all the time." the way he seemed to read you stunned you, he seemed like a very gruff, cold person from the brief interactions you'd had with him before. truth be told, this was the closest you'd been to logan since he came back to the mansion. it's what other people thought of him, anyway.
but you weren't other people, you were different.
the feeling in your body when you perceive others emotions is strange. you could never put it into words. your mutation was mostly contact based, a small brush of the hand was enough to let you know that person's feelings, the reason behind them, what they needed to feel better and it made it easier to help everyone. you could, however, see and feel the emotions, sometimes even smell them if they were too strong, no need for contact necessary.
with logan, you almost didn't need to be in the same room as him to feel the amount of physical, mental, emotional strain he was constantly under, his superhuman body subconsciously tuning it out, making him oblivious to it. once, after a very dangerous mission, he isolated himself in his room for days, his expression cold and unfazed, but every time you'd walk past an area he was in, the emotions hit you like a truck. so strong you even cried over pain that wasn't yours, a life you hadn't lived.
you looked at him sympathetically, taking a deep breath to concentrate less on the seemingly invisible fog around you two as you sat on the chair, your expression calm and collected. "i'm okay, i promise. thank you, logan."
"like hell you are." "neither are you."
he stays quiet at your retaliation, a weak smile forming on his lips, letting you understand that you were right, not that you needed confirmation.
sometimes, when emotions overpower you, you feel compelled to speak, give words of reassurance, even if you didn't quite know if they'd help or not. "logan, you should let people into your heart, stop living in fear.." you blurted out, unsure of why you were telling him this, but you'd learned to not question it and just speak, because it helped to just hear the words sometimes. it certainly did get you a reaction from logan, as the overbearing feelings you were perceiving faded.. briefly, before they slowly crept back into vision.
it was the faintest of reactions, but a reaction at least.
he nodded, taking in the words silently, as if he were contemplating. you remained stoic, analyzing his demeanor out of pure habit. "did.. you come here for counseling?" you asked, suddenly aware that you were still working, and you weren't even sure if he was here for another reason, or if he did need your help. instead, he shook his head, looking at you as if he were conducting an analysis of his own.
"nah, just came to see you.. sway."
a knock on the door interrupted the brewing tension, a gloomy, childlike presence behind the door, to which you looked at logan apologetically. "i'm sorry logan, i have a student to attend.. but think about what i said." you spoke softly, your warm voice reverberating in his ears like a hug.. something he longed for but couldn't bring himself to ask.
you started seeing him around the classroom more, or rather, he started seeking you out more. in between breaks, before his training, during counseling. it got to a point where your children started greeting him hello and goodbye if he was in the classroom, interacting with him, playing with his hair, always styled like kitty ears. the way he just smiled and let them made something in you bloom, a feeling you couldn't recognize in yourself, but it was pink and warm and fuzzy all over. you couldn't help but wonder if he felt about you this way, too.
slowly, you noticed how, little by little, the gloomy cloud surrounding him would go away when he entered the classroom, how it would be replaced with a pink haze when he looked into your eyes, or made you laugh.. it would quickly fade away, but you'd notice, and noticed how much it resembled that feeling inside you: pink and warm and fuzzy all over.
as time went by, you got used to seeing him around, swinging by your classroom as if it was his haven, a small break from the world he knew, because you were in it. you'd be lying if you said he didn't make you day too, the gloomy atmosphere that once came along with him every time he entered your classroom slowly changing into a lilac haze.
one day, he showed up as the kids were leaving for the day, no colored cloud, but something seemed off. you invited him to sit down as he locked the door after getting in, his expression serene. before you could even speak his hands were on you, pulling you close to him in a hug, and you swore you could feel him shaking slightly. the realization hits you like a bucket of cold water and you just hold him tighter to you, since it feels like the only correct thing to do.
"you're scared."
"no one gets to see me like this, so feel special." said he, almost as if he was confiding a secret in you, which he was.
"oh, trust me, i feel quite special." you replied jokingly, which caused him to let out a chuckle, though it was dull and almost no feeling was tied to it.
you two let go and you asked him what was wrong, and he opened up like it was routine.
"i leave tomorrow. there's a mission out of state and they're asking me to go.. might be off the grid after that for a while." he explained, his voice remained calm but his eyes seemed to reveal to you more of how he was actually feeling.
"i dunno.. thought someone should've known in case.. things go south." your expression changed at that, and logan noticed. "ah, c'mon bub, change that frown, it's just reality. sure, i might be a piece of work to kill but it doesn't mean i can't die."
the silence that fell upon the classroom as you two finished speaking made the words fall with more weight into your heart, it did little to nothing to comfort you as you came to terms with what he said. it shouldn't have been hard - he was just stating a fact -, but it didn't mean that it didn't cut deep for you. you opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what you were even going to say, but he quickly cut you off.
"logan-" "listen, bub, you told me to start letting people into my heart.. i'm letting you in."
slowly, his hands went to unclasp the chain that always dangled on his neck, dog tags adorning his neck with his names, his identities. you looked in awe as he held them out to you. "gimme your hand, kid." and surprisingly, you did as you were told, holding your hand out as he placed the piece on your hand, feeling the cold metal clink softly as it fell and heat up under the temperature of your palm. you looked up at him, unsure of what it meant, of what this changed between you two, but it felt undeniable, even if unspoken.
ânow, these.. theyâre very special, bub. a reminder of everything that happened that led to here.. and itâs leading me to you right now.â he explained. âfeels right for you to have them, i guess.. keep them safe, kid.â
the silence that fell between you two again was more comfortable, filled with a newfound tension that left much to question, but it didnât feel right to interrupt with all that noise yet. the only sound filling the room was the breathing and a faint humming of the white noise machine you kept in your room, next by the door. you opened up your mouth again, your mind utterly blank and filled with thoughts and questions at the same time, unsure of which one was going to breach through your mind to materialize out in the cold, tense air.
â.. why me? trust me, iâm flattered, but iâm no one special, logan..â you questioned, and it made him frown.
âyou are special. you're special to me.â your eyes widened at the confession and you watched as a soft smile settled on his face, one that made your heart flutter with the sheer tenderness he held in his gaze. âcall it what you want.. just know these are yours now.â he said it so calmly, you wouldn't have tought he was handing you his heart, placing it in soft, tender hands and pleading you to not break it, not change it, and instead embrace it and accept it as it came, rough around the edges.
with that, he stood up from the chair, took your hand to squeeze it briefly, and walked out of the room, not before looking back at you one last time, the heaviness that he carried as he entered the room seemingly gone, all that you could perceive was a haze, all too familiar, one that left as quick as it came as his eyes met yours.
pink, warm, and fuzzy all over.
additional author's note: BOOM SHAKALAKA I POSTED FINALLY!! i think it's a little rushed BUT!! it's cause i have a (smutty) part 2 planned for this HEHEJEHE i don't like writing (or reading) series bcs i get sad when they end but i just might.... hehehe... anyway pls lmk what u think!! or i kill off logan đ„°đ„° your choice đ„°đ„°
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HI MAE so i didnt send the shy remus x reader ask but i saw that u wanted ideas and i had one. what about reader who's very cocky and like confident and stuff and remus is intimidated by her usually but then theyre at a party or smth and shes all drunk and shes all over him telling him stuff like how shes got the biggest crush on him or like how hes genuinely one of the most attractive people shes ever met and shy remus is js like đł while also taking care of her bc shes so drunk and simultaneously trying not to combust
Hi my love, thank you so much for your request!
cw: alcohol
shy!Remus x fem!reader ⥠1.1k words
Really, it should be Siriusâ responsibility to look after you. It is his party, after all. But Sirius has a love for delegating unwanted tasks and also a love for meddling (which Remus theorizes he got at least partly from James). So, naturally, youâre in Remusâ lap.Â
âYou guys are so nice,â you croon, words strung together like cursive and fingers toying with a loose thread of Remusâ sweater. Heâs resigned himself to letting you unravel the whole thing without complaint. âAll of you, all your friends are the nicestâŠthe warmest people I ever knew. Howâd you do that?âÂ
Remus smiles down at you. âI think James has always been good at bringing out the best in people.âÂ
Heâs not entirely sure how you came to be lying on your back on the couch, your head on Remusâ thigh and your hands reaching for the dangling thread above you like a cat enjoying some lazy play. If he asked you, Remus doesnât think youâd know, either. It makes a lovely view for him, your eyes uptilted in his direction and features relaxed and unguarded as a result of the series of tequila shots Sirius had cajoled you into not realizing youâd already had a few drinks. Remus very much enjoys having you this close and being able to look at you so casually, even if your brassy, larger-than-life demeanor often terrifies as much as impresses him. Even if your head on his thigh makes his face feel like a fire hazard.Â
âDonât think he had to work very hard with you. Youâre such a sweetheart already.â You say it so simply, an obvious truth, and Remus finds himself staying perfectly still like a rabbit in the woods that thinks it might yet escape your notice. His heartbeat pitters in everywhere from his cheeks to his fingertips. He worries heâs going to have to make a response, but your eyes widen suddenly. âOh! Sit still.âÂ
No problems there. Remus moves only his eyes as you sit up from his lap, tucking your feet underneath you and reaching for him with your lip trapped between your teeth in concentration. You touch a fingertip to his cheek and smile victoriously.Â
âGot it.â You turn your finger, showing him. âYou had an eyelash.â You blow it off your fingertip and onto Siriusâ rug. Remus marvels at the unthinking loveliness of you. âHave I talked to you about your eyes before?â you ask conversationally.Â
Remus blinks, ceasing his tracking of the eyelash to look at you. âI donât think so,â he ventures, though he knows you havenât. He remembers most exchanges youâve had, and he definitely would have remembered that.Â
âOh.â Your brows purse softly. âMustâve been with someone else,â you murmur, almost to yourself. âAnyway, itâs important to me that you know, theyâre really beautiful.âÂ
Remus startles, partly at the compliment but mostly at the touch you lay on his cheek, your fingers cool and gentle, like youâre steadying his face for your perusal. You look into his eyes attentively.Â
âTheyâre brown,â Remus says in a soft voice.Â
Your lips tilt like heâs said something funny. âNobodyâs eyes are just brown, Remus. There are so many different kinds.â Your index finger draws a short line across his cheekbone. Remus canât tell you mean for it to or not. âYours are sort of like aâŠlike a gradient. They get lighter farther down.âÂ
Remus decides to study your eyes as you study his, and he sees what you mean. The shadow of your lashes makes your irises look darker at the tops. Itâs difficult to tell, though, with your pupils eclipsing so much of them.Â
âTheyâre, like, a warmish brown,â youâre saying, gaze unwavering. âLike the color you want your tea to be. You know, thereâs some fact or study or something that says brown eyes make people feel safe. Did you know that?âÂ
âI didnât,â Remus says. The weight of your attention is taking its toll on him, his body aching to sink into the couch cushions. He wants to ask if brown eyes have that effect on you, but he doesnât have the nerve. âIs that so?â he asks instead.
You shrug. âI dunno. Works on me.âÂ
The breath stalls in Remusâ lungs. Youâre looking at him like you havenât said anything out of the ordinary, expression wide open and somewhat unfocused.Â
You yawn, removing your hand from his face to half cover your mouth. Itâs an awfully endearing show, and over too fast. âI guess thatâs probably whyââ You cut yourself off with a hiccup. Your eyes flare like you werenât expecting it, hand jumping back up in front of your mouth. Remus grins before he can stop himself.Â
âOh.â Your smile is an afterthought, a response to his. âSorry.âÂ
âItâs okay.â Remus isnât even certain what youâre apologizing for.Â
Your eyes have that sweet, attentive look again. âI really like when you smile.âÂ
Remus feels heat spread up to the tips of his ears. Itâs official. Heâs got more in common with a live flame than a human anymore. âWhat were you saying?â he prompts.Â
You bite your lip as though youâve forgotten. âOh!â Your eyes light. âJust, I guess thatâs probably why I have such a giant crush on you.âÂ
Remusâ heart thuds. He breathes, âWhat?âÂ
âYeah.â You roll your eyes, grinning at yourself. âItâs relentless.â Hiccup. âSuper embarrassing. Butâbut youâve got those eyes, and your freckles, and that sweetheart faceâŠâ You shrug again, helpless. Ride out another hiccup. âWhat am I supposed to do?âÂ
Remus stares at you. It seems impossible. You have a crush on him? Itâs out of the natural order. The worldâs gone to chaos. Itâs supposed to be the other way around! Remus pines silently after you, you eventually find some big, cocksure bloke who can match you, and Remus continues to pine whilst you go on with your brilliant, dazzling life. Thatâs the way itâs meant to be.Â
âI wouldâŠâ Remus finds his mouth forming around words he doesnât recognize until they come out. âIâd know a thing or two about a crush like that.âÂ
Your lips part, but you donât look offended. âWell, yeah. Iâd hope you knew I fancied you, Iâve only been seeking you out ever since we met.âÂ
Not what he meant. Remus did not, in fact, know that.Â
âI didnât notice you were,â he admits.Â
Your head tilts. âReally?â Thereâs an obvious follow up questionâthen what did you mean just now?âbut for one reason or another, you donât ask it. You only lean onto his shoulder, your head slipping a few inches down his arm.
Remus channels all his bravery into an arm around your waist to keep you from slumping further. He vows to himself to tell you tomorrow.
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Can I request a headcanon of whb king (plus any other characters you want) reacting to gn mc avoiding them for as long as she can because mc got dared to by some random demon
WHB kings' reaction to MC avoiding them because of a dare
⥠Masterlist âĄ
A/N: Hi! This was so fun to write since each king had a completelly different reaction ^^ Sorry for the long wait though t-t
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Oh, Satan doesn't like this at all
The moment he notices your suspiciously long absence, he's on the prowl
Where are you and why tf are you avoiding him?
He'll even send out Amy and his group to look for you and bring you to him
Hopefully he'll during his search find out about the dare
At least hopefully for you
Poor demon who dared you will find himself homeless after Satan in his demon form destroys his place
Once that's dealt with, the next time you go outisde, you come face to face with Satan, leaning back against his bike
"Talked to that mf. The dare's called off :)"
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Mammon notices that you haven't been around him much, but he just chalks it up to you being busy
He's okay with it, knowing that eventually you'll come back to him anyway
Besides, if you needed something, you'd surely call him
After finding out that it's a dare, he's also curious how long you'll be able to keep away from him
If he ever gets worried about you, he'll just send one of his nobles to check up on you
Once you're back to him, he's taking you out for a dinner to congratulate you on how long you lasted
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Leviathan knew from the beginning thanks to Foras
You don't even get to leave the Hades castle so it's easier for you to avoid him when you get a message from the devil who dared you that the dare is off
It doesn't take a genius to realise that the poor demon had been visited by His Majesty himself and forced to end your dare early
Most likely, if you video-called with him, he'll be gasping for air, hung by a noose
The next time you see Leviathan, he acts like nothing happened, but you can feel his piercing stare when you're not looking at him
He's most likely not sure how to punish you yet...
But once he does...
Oh boy, now comes the moment to avoid him for the sole sake of your survival
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Funny :)
You think you can avoid Beel? :)
I mean, technically you could do that by hanging around in the Abyssos castle, but even then you can't exactly avoid Beel
If Beel wants to see you, he'll come and see you
Doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing
Even if it means that he'll have to sneak through his own castle to escape Bael's wrath
And even more so, if he finds out about the dare...
Oops, he just reminded he meant to take you to this place and booked it in advance and can't cancel it
Sorry, guess you'll have to spend the whole month with him :)
I guess the rule with Beel is that the more you want him, the less he'll be around
(True story with my pulls for his cards tbh T-T)
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Belphie would probably realise that it's been a while since you were there when he woke up, but eh...
Maybe you're just busy doing your work
No sweat
That is until Beleth accidentally slips up about the dare
Oh?
Now that is something different
Prepare to start dreaming about him every night
That'll eventually make you come back...
And if not, don't worry...
Belphie's ability can bring you back anytime, so enjoy your time away from him before he decides this little game is over
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Keeping away from Asmo is honestly your day-to-day task, so I don't think there's much difference
That is until you realize that it's time for another annual king meeting
The real challenge becomes coming up with a good reason to excuse yourself from it
And all the nobles are helping you at this point
Sure, you could just not go, but Asmo might then leave the meeting to come and see you since he was so excited to meet you after so long
In the end Leviathan coems to save the day and hides you inside his coffin for as long as the need be
Phew
You're safe for another year
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To Lucifer, not seeing you for a long time is a good thing
It just means you're healthy and safe
But he does eventually start to miss you
And then Gamigin talks a bit too much and mentions that you've been avoiding Paradise Lost because of a dare
So whenever you need medical assistance one of the nobles has to do a house call
...
A house call?
That sounds unsanitary
Who even knows what germs and bacteria you might catch
Lucifer better make his way over to you for a surprise visit to make sure you're doing well
And no apples can save you from this doctor
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Hey girl! I absolutely love your work. The way you write Desi reader is phenomenal
I was hoping you could write a Lando fic where he and Reader go to a trampoline park for a date and he's live streaming. He sees that she's very sweaty from all the fun and he comments on it and she says "as if you could make me this sweaty, Norris" AND IT GETS CAUGHT ON CAMERA
If you're not comfortable with the last part maybe only the trampoline park date?
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date days were y/n's favourite, even more than date nights. of course, date nights had a different class of its own. with the wine, and the fine dining, and the pretty dresses and suits that always end up on the floor of the living room because they couldn't wait to make it to the bedroom. it was amazing, definitely.
but, y/n tended to enjoy the date days more. it contained of spending the entire day exploring, eating, and just being kids. they would be in far more comfortable clothes, and would walk around hand-in-hand everywhere. most of their date days were usually lando's ideas, and they were always something reckless and exhilarating. it always made lando's face a pretty red that y/n could never stop kissing.
this particular date, lando had told her that he was going to be making another landolog since it had been a long time. y/n had readily agreed, well aware of how much lando enjoyed making the landologs.
"babe, are you ready?" his voice called out from the living room.
"coming!" y/n replied, trying to get her anklet untangled from her sock so that it didn't break.
lando stood at the door of the room, with the camera in his hand, "chat, this happens every time! i tell her we need to leave at 12, she starts getting ready 12!"
"liar! i was ready to go before you!"
"apparently not, seeing that i've worn my shoes and everything, and you still only have on sock on," lando teased.
"my anklet got stuck again," y/n looked at him with the best puppy eyes she could.
lando sighed, always unable to resist her cute face, "fine, hold the camera,"
she smiled, making a funny face at the camera before she turned it around to record lando. the man had knelt on the floor, and was focused on getting her anklet untangled.
"he's such a nice boy, taking care of me. mumma approves of you too, na," y/n cooed at him.
lando smiled, shaking his head at her, knowing that she was making fun of him. he made a sound from the back of his throat, acknowledging that he heard her. y/n ran her fingers through his hair, talking in the camera how soft his hair was, and how she was envious of it.
"alright, done," lando said, as he stood up after untangling the anklet. he offered his hand to y/n, and she took it, standing up. lando pulled her close to his chest, the camera stuck between them.
y/n laughed, "lan! you're crushing the camera!"
lando pressed a kiss to her lips, and said, "well, they didn't need to see that anyway,"
the two grabbed their essentials, still bickering and bantering, laughing into the camera, as they left the apartment, and into the car.
the camera recorded the couple singing (read as: screaming) taylor swift songs on their way to lando's surprise date location.
"where are we going?" y/n asked.
"we're almost there, lovie. a little more patience."
"look who's talking about patience!" y/n turned towards the camera, and said, "this man has the least amount of patience i've ever seen, okay?"
"that's not true!"
"you almost burned down our home because you decided to set the oven at double the temperature because you thought it would cook quicker!"
"logically, it makes sense!"
"its a miracle we have a roof over our heads, lando!"
he laughed, a loud, shrieking kind of laugh.Â
pulling into the parking lot, lando turned off the ignition, and quickly grabbed the camera to catch y/nâs face change from confusion, to understanding, to childlike excitement. he knew this was one of the few places y/n had always wanted to come to, and now, she would finally have the opportunity.Â
âyou got me to a trampoline park!â y/n shrieked.Â
lando winced at the loud sound, but smiled nonetheless, âhappy date day, baby!â
y/n wrapped her arms around her boyfriendâs neck, the camera forgotten on his lap, as he hugged her back. âthank you, thank you, thank you!â she whispered.Â
âi love you,â he whispered back.Â
she kissed him, letting him know that she loved him too.Â
getting out of the car, y/n jumped excitedly as lando laughed, holding the camera. seeing lando lock the car, y/n immediately began running towards the entrance. zooming on the camera to show just how far she had ran, lando said, âchat, sheâs a little crazy, but iâm so head over heels for her,âÂ
following y/n inside, lando handed her the camera as she showed the place around and yapped. meanwhile, he paid for the tickets, and walked to where y/n was. she had been standing by the popcorn machine, talking to the camera like she was talking to another human. sneaking behind her, lando wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up. y/n laughed, but let him walk towards the entrance of the trampoline park.
she set the camera down, angling it towards them, as the couple removed their shoes, and stored it in one of the cubicles.Â
âso, how long are we here?â y/n asked.Â
âwell, itâs three hours of jumping and bouncing-âÂ
âthatâs what she said,âÂ
â-and then we go out for lunch, and have cheesecake for dessert, and back home, where we can either sleep or do other things if we have more energy,â lando finished.Â
y/n smacked his arm, âyou better edit that out!âÂ
âyouâre the one with the dirty mind! i just meant we could bake something or have a movie marathon!âÂ
âyouâre lying, you liar!â lando laughed as he ran from y/nâs smack attack.Â
grabbing the camera, he ran inside, immediately bouncing and gaining more speed than y/n. but, she wasnât far behind. though, once she began jumping on the trampolines, her smack attack on lando was quickly forgotten. the couple went through every zone the park had to offer, playing trampoline basketball, jumping into a ball pit, and obstacle courses that were almost everywhere.Â
y/n pushed lando often, laughing every time he fell and bounced back. lando returned the favour. they challenged each other to stupid things, like who could jump the highest.Â
âitâs not fair! youâre taller than me! of course, you jumped higher than i did!âÂ
âthat sounds like a you problem, lovie!âÂ
âbitch!â
or, they challenged each other to who could fall the farthest in the ball pit.Â
âi totally won!âÂ
âno, you didnât! you moved the balls from the sides, so now we donât know!âÂ
âoh, quit crying just âcause you lost!âÂ
âyou lost!âÂ
most of the challenges were unfair for y/n, given that lando only proposed the ones that would benefit him, and in her excitement, she wouldnât realise it until after she lost. she did try to trick him and win, and that worked. lando said it didnât count, but everyone knew who the boss was.Â
âready? three, two, one, go!âÂ
âow, ow, ow, ow,âÂ
âlovie? you okay? whatâs wrong?â
âi think i twisted my ankle,âÂ
âoh, baby, lemme see,âÂ
âha! tricked you!âÂ
âwha-? hey! no fair!âÂ
âsorry, canât hear you from the finish line!âÂ
their friendly competitions had resulted in red faces shining from sweat, and bright smiles. the day was exactly what they needed, and y/n had plans to show just how grateful she was to lando for planning such a date. they exchanged kisses, played with the other kids in the park, and tried to outdo one another. it made y/n fall more in love with lando.Â
the camera facing towards them, lando watched as y/n jumped on a trampoline square behind him, spreading her arms and legs, making a star every time she was in the air.Â
âyouâre so sweaty,â lando commented as he looked at his girlfriendâs flushed face.Â
y/n smirked, âit's because of the jumping around for three hours. as if you could ever make me so sweaty, norris,âÂ
his mouth fell open as he processed her retort. she laughed at his expression, and began jumping away. lando quickly grabbed her hand and said, âas if i could ever- come on, weâre going home,âÂ
âwhat? why? we still have lunch left!âÂ
ânope. iâm going to show you just how sweaty i can make you,âÂ
y/n laughed but followed. she wasnât going to pass on an opportunity like this. sheâd never.
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How women influenced by different planets act in one-on-one relationships
Platonic, familial and/or romantic. Based on my own observations and traditional associationsđ planetary influence is present when a native has one or more nakshatras ruled by that planet in their big three(moon, ascendant, sun). If that or any other planet is conjunct sun, moon or ascendant in the chart, then it also adds its influence, but to a much lesser degree. I'd advise to read for your moon, but as always, use discernment and and do not take this information at face value.
Sun women
Krittika, Uttara Phalguni, Uttara Ashadha
The women ruled by the Sun are often seen as confident, self-possesed, bright, expressive and measured.
The Sun is well-known to be a masculine planet, that does not make sun-ruled women any less worthy in their femininity.
Sun women might be surrounded by a lot of male energy in younger years. It could have been positive or negative but all and all, they're familiar and quite comfortable with it. I don't mean they were plagued by admirers, I moreso mean they had a father figure, uncles, brothers/male cousins(usually older), male friends around them. I might be wrong but I've seen this so much in real life and in art. If that's not the case, then they can fit in and hold their own in a group of men. It's true that they're not phased by trying to be more masculine themselves(like jupiter women do sometimes) or to completely lean into traditional femininity(like moon women). They usually get love and support from men that have doubted them at first.
That leaves sun girls with an abundance of masculine energy absorbed in themselves. In one-on-one relationships they enjoy a level of independence but they value loyalty immensely. They build relationships on certain rules that come from their personal values. They look for a partner in crime and an understanding confidante more than anything else.
That's why saturn-ruled people are best for them, along with other sun-ruled individuals. Ruled by the planet of dedication and longevity, Saturn dominants understand their detachment and fixed nature, and provide the cold, hard structure for their self-expression.
Their energy is not for abuse though. They are more vulnerable and sensitive than most realize. As they are women influenced by a very masculine planet, they might feel like they're giving too much sometimes, like they're being taken for granted. As Saturn is the planet that never takes anything for granted and works for its rewards, it is not going to discard Sun's warm and "life-giving" nature. Moreover, it is going to appreciate it, respect it and try to keep up with it as best as it can. Saturn's cool and careful nature is soothing to Sun women, making them feel safe to lean into their individuality with more confidence while prividing the essential balance for a full existence.
Moon women
Rohini, Hasta, Shravana
Moon women have a simplicity about them. Traditionally a feminine planet, moon is considered to be a soft, smooth and nurturing influence.
Moon women are easy to recognize. Moon is probably the most dependant planet. They are passive in their demeanor and easily absorb influence. They often have a group of people around them, if not a group, then at least or not two, just because. That can be explained by moon's receptive but also giving nature, that gives back the smoothed, mixed essence of what it has recieved that is easily digestible. But they don't have that energy within them. They can be very accomodating while not initiating anything at all. If they do initiate, it's something similar to what the other person has initiated.
So moon thrives on dependancy. They might enjoy groups, because that way their passivity and receptivity is not held against them, and they might feel like they contribute more that way. In one-on-one relationships, they are very easy and simple, but might become stressed and on edge. Moon rules masses and the subconcious, so they need an energetically abundant planet that does not mind being drained.
Moon is, in its essence, is vampiric, so they like Sun people. They might be quite comfortable around Jupiter people, and sometimes, with Venus people(the Shravana- Purva Ashadha pairing works particularly well).
Mercury women
Ashlesha, Jyeshta, Revati
Mercury is the planet of integration and manipulation, and women ruled by it are often multi-faceted, containing the potential for adapting and the willingness to to often do so.
Mercury can be described as the "hermaphrodite" sometimes, especially Revati nakshatra. Due to this highly analytical and adaptible nature, mercury women have the ability to morph themselves into different roles, depending on who they are interacting with. Their feminine energy is based on receiving and then skillfully using whatever is given to it. Mercury is the planet that is quite different in all three of its nakshatra stages. Ashlesha, Jyeshta and Revati all have different feminine qualities, due to the three stages that they wrap up being different from each other. Venus nakshatras are different from each other too, but to a lesser degree. What all mercury nakshatras do have in common is sensitivity and skill. They change and adapt to various envirmonments, and their resourcefulness is seemingly limitless.
In one-on-one relationships they need people who can handle that "manipulative" and "nervous" nature. All yoni consorts of mercury nakshatras(Punarvasu, Anuradha, Bharani) have a theme of passivity, they all want and need that "manipulative" energy. Similarly, Mercury women themselves can thrive with people who are energetically stable/abundant but want to move and adapt. Since Mercury women have a need for stimulation and variety, they maintain relationships with people who they don't find boring AND can provide loyalty. There is no single planetary energy that is generally compatible with Mercury people, but Venus and Mercury are traditionally friends, and Venus also heals Mercury. The best example of this is Revati and Bharani(elephant yonis), but other combinations can be compatible too(except Ashlesha and Purva Phalguni, due to them being enemy yonis).
Venus women
Bharani, Purva Phalguni, Purva Ashadha
Venus_ the planet of beauty, sensuality and love is a well-known feminine force that is almost synonymous with the word.
Venus women are, before anything, choosy and exclusive. Their taste is very specific and particular, and whatever is "theirs", is theirs completely. Despite the outward serenity and composure, their internal nature is very fierce and even ruthless. That discriminating nature extends to everything in their life, where they have to be clear about the dividing lines of everything that they deem worthy, and everything else that they don't. There is also an inner drive to attain what they want/need/desire/love.
Their views on one-on-one relationships are unique, and they have very high standards, along with an attentive and giving nature. A lot of those relationships might have left them dissapointed. They seek a balanced give and take in any 1-1 bond. They might even blame themselves for not choosing correctly, since they're already very careful. They mainly want loyalty and support. As always, those relationships have to fulfill their personal desires. Someone considerate, attentive, and skilled is best for them.
There is no single planet type that will fulfill all three Venus nakshatras and most of their natives, but generally, Mercury people have what it takes to impress and keep them. They share a discriminating nature, but while Venus women are energetically abundant, loving and often passive(on 1-1), Mercury is actively "manipulative" and morphing into whatever Venus desires. The best version of this is Bharani and Revati(elephant yonis). Purva Phalguni feels best with Magha(rat yonis) and most likely will not get along with Mercurial Ashlesha(enemy cat yoni). Purva Ashadha is best with Shravana(vanar yonis). All Venusian lunar mansions are best with their uniquely preffered nakshatras. Besides them, they might form friendships with Ketu, Sun, Jupiter or Saturn nakshatras (with the exlusion of Purva Ashadha- Krittika/Pushya, Bharani-P.Bhadrapada and Purva Phalguni-Punarvasu pairs).
Mars women
Mrigashira, Chitra, Dhanishta
Mars_ the warrior planet that grants protection has been a symbol of masculinity since ancient times. That coorelation, although undeniable, does not exactly encompass the whole essence of that force, especially while considering women influenced by it.
Mars rules the energetic output_ how we spend our energy and life force. In many ways, Mars women, being the passive/feminine vessels for that triggering energy, are expressive and engaging. But unlike Mercury, that expression is geared towards the physical body. Unlike Venus, they do not have any inner discriminatory preferences that might make them that choosy. Their expression is very outward and shown on the surface, so while they can be confrontational or agitating with how they behave, they do it for protection, because that it their only mechanism of doing so.
Their heated but inwardly quite gentle nature can make them susceptible to unnecessary drainage. That's why they're another planet type that needs a giving person in 1-1 relationships. With them, a that person has to not only give, but have a true consideration of their sensitivity.
Jupiter people are famously best for these women. Jupiter natives can give their excess energy to them and ensure that their vulnerabilities are not abused. The two latter Mars nakshatras both have Jupiter nakshatras as yoni consorts and Mrigashira's yoni consort is Rohini_ a fixed but soft-natured nakshatra.
Jupiter women
Punarvasu, Vishakha, Purva Bhadrapada
Women ruled by the great benefic, the planet of greatness, plenty and godhood can be big personalities. Jupiter has seemingly infinite energy that wants to give without end, and often, they do.
Jupiter women have a very enthusiastic, almost aggressive niceness about them. They might have been surrounded and influenced by male energy since their early life like Sun women, but their true feminine power comes from being open while giving and receiving, especially when around individuals who they think need their "help" the most.
Jupiter women are the one planet type that feel the best in groups, even moreso than lunar women, and unlike them, since Jupiter wants to give to all, they might feel very uncomfortable in 1-1 relationships. That being said, they're not exactly opposed to the idea of it.
They will feel best with heated and draining planets, especially Mars. Mars can take Jupiter's abundant energy and use it to build and protect. They're famously a good pair, but other planet types can be just as compatible with Jupiter. Ketu people also have a desire to take Jupiter's energy but unlike Mars, they won't drain it to use it outwardly, instead, they'll absorb the energy completely and integrate it into their spiritual essence.
Besides them, Punarvasu nakshatra in particular will get along with Ashleshas, a Mercury nakshatra, due to them being yoni consorts (cat yonis).
Saturn women
Pushya, Anuradha, Uttara Bhadrapada
The cold planet of control and restraint is a passive but tough and unbreakable force. Saturn women find their femininity in stillness and silent, but resilient passivity.
Their strength is tested and it gains more layers through time. This kind of energy might become impossible to intimidate, so many might feel that Saturn women are never phased by life in general. More reactive or moldable people might distance themselves from them, even though on paper Saturn women are easy to like.
They find too much flux and chaos unbearable. Saturn's femininity is all about limiting and crystalizing whatever it receives, so the more stable that energy, the better Saturn women might manage in binding it, even though they can restrain and control any type of energy, no matter how messy.
Saturn ruled women might have dealt with a harsh, limiting, authoritative feminine energy in their younger years. They have learned how to manage themselves in various complicated situations. What they seek in 1-1 relationships is trust and loyalty, not too unlike Sun women. Saturn people are best with Sun people. Sun's warm influence will give their structure a heart and a "purpose". Sun is the planet that seeks out the cold, restraining influence of Saturn that matches its own stability and self-possession.
Since these women are the feminine variation of Saturnian energy, they might be extremely passive and unwilling to start anything themselves, but after they have something to hold onto, they can become actively bossy.
The similarly cold but also adaptable and changeable nature of Mercury might also be an easy and natural match for Saturn women. This pairing might be best in platonic or familial relationships, but the Anuradha-Jyeshta pair(rabbit yonis) is perfect in romantic couples too.
Rahu women
Ardra, Swati, Shatabhisha.
The north node of the moon, the dragon's/serpent's head is a shadow planet and only one half of the opposition that makes up the destiny of a person. The nodes are dependant on each other, and both of them are dependant on the moon. Even this fact gives them a very different kind of quality and essence. So, women ruled by them are a distinctive and very draining group of force.
Rahu women are the personifications of the illusion. For them it is easy to see and identify, to box and to define and label. They are adaptable, responsive, cerebral. There is a certain numb neutrality about them. They are very aware of and immersed in the material world. They can often become bored or overwhelmed by it. It is not unknown that Rahu ruled individuals might be prone to nervousness and anxiety.
Rahu women are easily susceptible to all kinds of influences, just because they absorb and then project everything around them. They can adopt behaviors from other people without noticing, but unlike Moon women(who also do this) they do not give anything back to anyone in particular, they just take it into their illusion and show it to everyone.
That is why they can be quite comfortable within groups. With personal, 1-1 relationships, difficulties can arise. They need a very particular kind of person that can handle their tense and sometimes chaotic nature and can direct their "hyper" essence towards something stable.
Ketu is the other half of Rahu and the only planet that can calm it down. The immovable and hot nature of its opposite shadow planet can help Rahu get out of the head stop its often actively paranoid behavior. Ketu can provide the spiritual substance for Rahu's material manifestations and can match its cold, active and outwardly discharging energy with its own heated, passive and absorbing essence. Obviously, the two pairs of them are yoni consorts, with Ardra(dog yoni) and Shatabhisha(Horse yoni) having Mula and Ashwini as yoni consorts, respectively. Swati can also easily get along with Ketu people, but Ashwini(enemy yoni) might be the exception. For Swati, the best match is its own yoni consort(buffalo yoni)_ Hasta, a very earthy nakshatra.
Besides Ketu, Rahu people can be very drawn to Sun people. Mythologically, Rahu always seeks to eclipse the Sun_ another discharging and active planet, the one that it wants to imitate. If, for example, a Rahu person also has a Ketu influence, due to already having that Rahu-Ketu balance, they might prefer Sun individuals who emanate that warm light from within themselves. In platonic relationships, Rahu people might find kinship with Jupiter individuals with whom they share an adaptible and "airy" nature, but can give their abundant energy to draining and discharing Rahu.
Ketu women
Ashwini, Magha, Mula
The other half of the dragon, the tail/body of the serpent, the absorbing shadow that rules over the past of the person. Also a shadow planet that drains and depletes, Ketu is the "conquerer" that establishes the very essence of a person or a thing. It is where an individual can find their true power, but also where there is a potential for great danger.
Ketu women are a very raw example of femininity. Their basic nature and behavior is the representation of femininity in possibly its simplest light. They absorb everything around them and instead of doing anything at all, they integrate it into their internal selves. Their power is their passivity. Their energy resembles a black hole_ a seemingly endless void that never seems to be satisfied.
They too have a numbness in them, but unlike Rahu, Ketu women might become overwhelmed with their own stagnant and heavy energy, struggling to properly express or define what they are, feel and know. Rahu can become confused from too much information, Ketu can become confused from a lack of it. In the end, they both might feel like they are missing whatever the other is/has. There is also a blindness to both of them, where each sees only their opposite side. But Ketu knows what it knows, and unlike Rahu, it does have stability. The danger with them is stubbornness, the inability to be moved by the outside.
Ultimately, Rahu people are the best match for them. Ketu women can be overly passive and unresponsive in most 1-1 relationships. They can "hide" and assimilate better in groups but with just one another person they can become extremely disinterested, if the other is not on par with them. Rahu can break its stagnancy and help Ketu women to push their energy outwards.
Besides Rahu individuals, Ketu women might be compatible with Jupiter people, since they have an abundance of excess energy that can give to Ketu's hungry and absorbing nature. Ketu also heals Jupiter. Another dynamic that is possibly compatible for them is with Mars-ruled individuals, due to Mars and Ketu being similar in nature, but this might work best in platonic relationships.
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About 10 years ago while teaching a "study skills" class, I had to take the students through the reasons they couldn't just google/download/ctrl-c+ctrl-v their essays:
1. I would catch them* and they'd fail the assignment
2. They wouldn't learn how to understand the thing or to explain a thing they did understand.
3. I would absolutely catch them and they would fail.
* Part of the course included weekly writing samples done in class, so I had a baseline of their writing to compare to. It was not hard to see the differences.
Then I demonstrated in front of the class on the big overhead screen exactly how I would google any suspicious writing and find the source.
And without fail, at least 15% of the class would submit something copied.
So I would ask them, do you want to toss out this thing and take a week to do the essay, or do you want to look me in the eye and claim this work is your work before I google the suspicious writing and find the source?
Each and every one of them tried to stick to their story. None of them took the offered exit-ramp, and they were all stunned when I googled the suspicious writing and found the source, and then looked them in the eye and asked for an explanation. (It was never more than five hits down the results page.)
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Of course, I was learning from them too. I learned that some people can reach legal adulthood without ever having been held accountable for their choices. (Not gonna lie, I kind of enjoyed being the FAFO teacher.)
I learned that some people were there to delay going into a family business and had no need at all to learn critical thinking or clear communication. They were there because a family elder had decided a degree was necessary, and so they attended out of obedience to that family elder.
And I learned that some people have no interest in learning, despite being in a (presumably voluntary) school setting.
Understanding how to do a thing?
Developing their own skills or abilities?
They weren't there for any of that, and weren't willingly going to do any of the things that would achieve those ends. They had other goals, and learning a thing, or doing a thing, or even mimicking the thing in that class was something they chose not to do.
I keep seeing AI shit in student work. I can't take it, sarge. Can't take it.
Why. Are you. Pursuing higher education in visual art. If you're just going to throw AI at your assignments.
It's not hard to tell. You know why it's not hard to tell? Because I've been studying this for almost a decade now. Yeah, the image looks 'complete', but it's not informed. There're weird artifacts that aren't from the creative process. Small details a real artist pays attention to, or overworks, or underworks? They're absent.
If it doesn't look bad to you, it's because you don't have enough knowledge about art to see that it's bad, which means that you REALLY should not be skimping on your assignments.
#ain't nothing new in the lazy student game#but seeing that in art school (instead of the liberal art/business school I worked at) makes me extra sad
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In death's arms
Pairing: Annatar/Sauron x fem!maia! reader Summary: There was nothing Sauron regretted doing. Every nasty thing he did to gain power paid off for him, and given the choice again, he would do it all over again. Or so he thought, until his path was crossed with someone from his past. It turns out that some of his mistakes are destined to haunt him forever. Author's note: A little sth that stuck in my head after watching Agatha All Along... this is pure fiction and probably wouldn't work in Middle-earth, but since I've written it... đ
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âHave you come to torment me again?â He asks, gathering the last of his strength to mock you as you appear before him.
From the nasty grin you give him, instead of being angry at his mockery, he realises how bad a state he is in. Morgoth has just put him through one of his tests. Sauron no longer remembers what he had to do. But he remembers his master's anger when he failed. He remembers clearly every cut he inflicted on him, every wound, every spilt blood that stained his skin and clothes, or at least the shreds that remained of them.
He no longer counted how much of his blood had soaked into his clothes and how much into the stone floor and wall behind him. And the seemingly irritating digging of the bars into his neck and skin stopped bothering him as the metal and his body became one.
"Contrary to appearances, your new master is not willing enough to hand you over to me. Too bad. You'd look pretty in your grave, Mairon. Oh, forgive me. Old habits die hard, Sauron."
He trembles when you speak his true name. The name given to him by the Valar. It sounds both sweet and deadly on your lips. A reminder of what he has lost, of what he could have had, had his lust for power been kept in check, had he never left the forgeâŠ
"He needs me. He knows that only I can lead his army to the victory."
"Victory, death. What's the difference, right?" You reply with a smirk that sends an unpleasant shiver down his spine.
He feels... uneasy around you. It wasn't something he was used to. Your presence always brought him some kind of comfort and peace, but now... now everything was different. He and you had changed. Not necessarily for the better.
"I suppose it makes no difference to you whether you take me in a dungeon or on a battlefield."
"But your honour wouldn't allow you to be beneath me, would it, my sweet deceiver?" You mock him and laugh, which sends a cold, unpleasant shiver down his spine.
Your laughter is so different from the one he remembers. It is bleak and harsh as the blade he once forged for you, and which you now carry at your side.
He remembered loving to bask in the glow of your laughter, in the halls of the Valar, as you feasted and danced, living as carefree a life as could be. Sometimes he longed for those days... to spend another one like this, so that he could engrave it forever in his memory and cling to it to save himself from total corruption and rottenness.
"Why do you keep showing up? You know that you can't get your claws on me."
"I am aware about that. But every moment like this will only sweeten the day when I finally take you in my arms, my dear deceiver. And believe me... you will not escape once I finally get my hands on you. In the end, all paths lead to one person. And it is not Morgoth. It is not any of your Valar. It is not any being that you know. In the end, you will come to me. And you will suffer more than Morgoth ever made you do, my Dark Lord."
You press your lips to his foreheadâthe place where Morgoth smashed his skull into the wall and split his head. He trembles as your lips press against raw, bleeding skin. You groan, running your tongue over his wound, tasting his black blood. And he cries out as you send waves of pain through him worse than any Morgoth had inflicted on him.
He holds his breath as your other hand lazily caresses the skin of his arm, tracing patterns with your black nails, only to suddenly dig them into the open wounds Morgoth had inflicted on him. Sauron groans in pain, trembling in your arms. You press your lips to his, drinking in his every cry as you caress him with your gentle touch and send waves of pain shooting through every tiny particle of his body.
"I will drink in every one of your sweet screams, my dearest. I will bask in every pain your being feels. Until all you remember, all you know, is me and my blade." You whisper your promise, and as suddenly as you came, you disappeared.
You leave him trembling and crying on the cold stone floor, dirty with his blood. And though he hated the times you came to mock him, he was relieved that you didn't leave him completely alone. Even if you only came to drive the knives Morgoth had placed inside him deeper.
He needed you. As pathetic as it was, he needed those little moments with you to keep him from going completely crazy during his darkest hours and the tests his master put him through.
But he lived with the hope that one day he would be able to repay you with the same sweet torture. That one day he would be the one to listen to your sighs of pain... or cries of pleasure. He wasn't sure yet whether he loved or hated you moreâeven though you seemed to already have your mind set about your feelings towards him.
Adar has betrayed him. He has betrayed him in the worst possible way. Sauron lies on the floor, surrounded by Orcs who drive the blades of Morgoth's crown into him as their Lord-Father looks on passively.
This couldn't be the end. He couldn't end like this. He couldn't be defeated like Morgoth had been, not by the filthy stinking Orcs and someone he had considered a friend. His master had been right; if they didn't fear you, you were nothing to them. There was no ally so powerful, so loyal, and true as fear. And now he was learning his lesson once again. In the most painful way possible.
He took small, ragged breaths that burned his body every time his lungs tried to expand and draw in air. Blood dripped from almost every inch of his body. And suddenly, in the distance, a few feet from those nasty orcs, he sees you.
You watch his fall with complete calm. You play carelessly with the blade he gave you, waiting for his end, letting the orcs finish their work. He sees no emotion on your face. Ironic, considering that this is probably the best day of your life. He will finally get his punishment from you. There was nothing he could do to escape you... unless...
He gasps especially hard when one of the orcs plunges a blade into his heart. As if through a haze, he sees Adar above him, who, after making sure that his physical body has been completely destroyed, says something to his orcs. Sauron hears only a screech in his ears as his battered heart gives its last beat. And then there is only darkness. Bleak darkness, which is quickly interrupted by a song all too familiar to him.
"Come, come, my lost soul, you will find your peace. Come, come, down your road, straight into my arms."
Sauron remembers the countless nights after Morgoth's torture, when you sang it to him and mocked him, giving him a taste of what you would do when you could finally take him in your arms.
Once it was a simple lullaby. A lullaby you made up for him when he couldn't calm his mind, when he spent too much time in Aulë's forge, too absorbed in his work to see you. Now you were attracting souls who were about to meet their end.
But he is not ready for death yet. He does not want to go like this. Not when he has known no power, not when the sacrifice he made of himself has brought him nothing at all. He does not want to go into your arms, knowing that he has thrown away everything he had with you for nothing.
"Look where your lust has taken you, my darling." You tell him with a smirk, taking your time as you walk towards him.
He kneels, swaying as he tries to keep his balance. He falls on both hands in front of you, taking in shuddering breaths as the black bonds of your magic close around him, crushing him in a tight embrace.
"I thought you loved my embrace? You told me so. Remember? When we lay together in the halls of the Valar, each held tightly, when you swore to me that you would not yield to Morgoth's influence, that what we have was enough, that you would never dream of more than what we have? Tell me, did you plan to betray me even then, or did you forget your promises in time?"
After each of your mockery comes a blow from you. Sometimes it's a simple kick, sometimes a punch delivered from your fist, and sometimes you pierce his body with a dagger, tormenting him even more and twisting him so that the blade grazes every single muscle of his. You were going for your revenge. And nothing was going to stop you.
"Pathetic. You wanted power. You wanted power so great that millions would kneel before you, and now you are on your knees. You were willing to do anything; you gave up everything just to fulfil your dark desires. Tell me, Sauron, was it worth it? Because I am truly happy with this turn of events."
He gasps as you grab him by the neck, forcing his gaze to meet yours. He trembles, staring into your black, dilated pupils. Your face is nothing like the one he remembers. You look like death. You are the real death. He trembles, seeing what the Vaalr did to you after he left and what punishment they gave you for loving a traitor. He looks away, wanting to momentarily ease his guilt and helplessness, but your tightening grip on his neck won't let him.
"You have no idea how long I've dreamed of this. You have no idea how long I've wanted to tear out every last piece of you just to put you back together and present you to the Valar, to give you into their hands so you could suffer as you should. Do you think that what you became was all your fault? That they wanted to punish us for our love? I asked them to make me something you fear, something you must reckon with. I am what everyone sees at the end; I am what takes everyone, even the mightiest of men. I am the end of Morgoth, the end of all evil, all good, the end of everything. I am death." You growl and throw him across the room.
He groans in pain, but he doesn't try to run away from you anymore. He knows that without his physical form, without any power, he won't hide from you. He was in your world, in the thrall of your power. And if he wanted to somehow escape from your grip, he had to play his cards right.
"I never wanted this for you... I never wanted this for us." He gasps, glancing at you. You walk slowly toward him, your black outfit billowing behind you, giving you an ethereal, trash-like look. As much as he fears you, he yearns to have you by his side. But he's not foolish or naive enough to believe you'll ever be on his side again.
"You left me! You left me to rot in the light of the Valar!! You tore my heart, all my humanity, destroyed everything I was, and left me alone. What did you want then, deceiver? What did you want, if not my absolute destruction, so that the vestiges of my past would not torment you in your greedy quest for power?"
He grunts as you drive your sword through his side. He grabs your hand, the one resting on the hilt, and pulls you toward him. You land on the floor with him, and before you can react, he's straddling you, placing the metal against your neck as he leans over you. His blood decorates your skin as his hand cups your cheek. Any attempts to fight him die inside you as his skin touches yours. You freeze for a moment, unused to someone's touch after so long alone, and he takes advantage of it as much as he can.
"I⊠I've always wanted⊠I've dreamed of you standing beside me⊠as my queen. My equal⊠I⊠I would never turn my back on you completely." He mumbles, pressing his nose to your temple. You break your dark vision of death for a moment and show him the face he knew so well, the one he had missed for so long that tears came to his eyes. You kick him in the chest and push him away, trying to regain some control. You reach for your neck and wipe away his blood. Without taking your eyes off him, you lick your fingers clean.
"You would trade me for the power Morgoth had at the first opportunity. You have no heart. You never did. And I was too naive to see you for who you really were." With a flick of your wrist, the bonds around him reappear. His wrists and ankles are bound and he is immobilized as he waits for you to make your final move and take his soul from this world forever.
"I have a heart. As black and rotten as yours. And it beats for you. Always has, always will. Even if you seek to destroy me utterly⊠even if you are left all alone after you have done your duty to the Valar and taken me into your sweet, hellish embrace." He says, only half-feigning contrition for what he had done.
He loved you. If there was one thing he was certain of about his old life, it was that he had loved you deeply. But not enough to become just another servant of the Valar. He wanted more. He had to have more. If he couldn't have you by his side, he would be content to fight with you. Until death do you part.
"If you loved me, you would never leave me." The slight tremor in your voice gives him hope that this meeting will go as he had hoped.
He lifts his gaze to you, studying you as you stand before him. The dagger in your hand is still a painful reminder of what it could cost him if he doesn't say the right words, but for now all he can think about is how wonderfully terrifying you look, standing before him in all your glory and power.
You captivate him. You tempt him. The Valar knew what they were doing when they made you the Lady of Death. You would be his undoing. He knows it. Eventually he will fall, and there will be no turning back. But before he does... he wants to make sure he remains legendary and eternal.
"It was because I loved you that I had to leave you. I didn't want to taint you with my darkness. You were pure. You were the sweetness that I wanted to drink and destroy at the same time for my own pleasure. You would not have had a better fate with me." He tries to defend himself by touching your most sensitive spot. He sees your ardour slowly subside as you begin to really consider his words.
You hesitate. He can see it in your gaze. He can see that the vision of your dream future he's presented to you is starting to tempt you. If he'd pushed you just a little further, if he'd said a few more words, maybe you'd really join his side? Maybe you'd be a force against the world? Maybe if he hadn't left you completely alone, maybe you could have had it all?
You walk up to him and stop a few millimetres away from him. If he takes a deep breath, his chest can gently brush against yours. He wants so badly to drive the blade into you and simultaneously capture your lips in a kiss that it's a confusing feeling in his current situation. You wanted him dead. That's what you came here for. To take him away. And yet you still had your ways of making him want you.
You lean forward, your hair brushing his cheek as your tongue traces the shell of his ear. He shivers as your cold breath contrasts with the warm saliva you spread before you bite down on his skin teasingly.
"I was soaked in it long before you even thought about leaving, my sweet deceiver. Now, I am just darkness." You whisper in his ear. You move away millimetres, far enough to look him in the eyes.
Out of the corner of his eye, he sees you raise your blade, preparing to deal the final blow and take his soul forever, locking him away in a cell next to Morgoth, most likely.
So in a desperate act of self-savement, or perhaps out of the lust you've awakened in him, or perhaps out of the pure desire to taste your lips one more time before he leaves this world, he leans down and kisses you.
And it surprises you. Sauron hears the dagger fall from your hand to the floor as you reach for his hair, tangling your hands in it. He groans and tugs at the bonds you've trapped him in so he can wrap his arms around you and take you in his arms like he wanted to all along, but you don't let him move an inch. He growls in rage and bites your lip in retaliation, drawing bloodâa random action that saves him from his predicament.
With each drop of your blood, he feels the power within him begin to bubble up again. Before you know it, he breaks your bonds and pushes you against the wall behind you. You groan in protest, trying to push him away from you. You try to summon your powers to immobilise him again, but he plunges his blade into your arm, effectively distracting you.
You cry out in pain, cursing his name, but he has only one goal in mind. He tears your clothes and burrows into your skin, biting and caressing every exposed part, feeding on your blood and power, restoring his soul the vitality it needs.
You are a mess of black blood and tears as he feasts on you, outsmarting you and binding you in your own shackles that you used against him.
"You won't take me as easily as you take these mortals." He growls against your skin, drinking your blood as he uses his knife to carve tiny cuts into your skin, decorating it with both black liquid and hickeys, marks from his bites and fingers.
âYouâll pay for this.â You moan as he bites into your neck, leaving a messy, bloody trail. He licks his lips and grabs you roughly by the waist, pulling you closer so you can feel the bulge of his cock against your thigh.
"Then, my sweet death, you will take me as a happy man." He growls in your ear before smashing his lips against yours in another kiss. You don't register the moment he takes your amulet from you.
His kisses numb you to the point where you don't register anything but him. All that matters to you is the way his hands caress your body, the way his lips defile every little inch of you. It feels so good to finally feel someone's touch on youâŠso good to finally feel HIS touch on you.
"I think that few people have the privilege of saying that they fucked death..." He mumbles in your ear, drunk on the feeling of you beneath him.
And just when he's about to bring you the greatest pleasure, just when he's teased your core long enough that you clench around his fingers desperate for more, he does something far worse than drive your dagger through you. He leaves you completely alone again.
You scream, furious and frustrated, both for having him deceive you and sexually for not giving you the release you deserved. You pound your fists on the ground and scream long and shrillyâenough that he will surely be able to hear you, whatever pathetic form he has taken since breaking out of your realm.
And driven by hot fury, you know only one thingâhe will pay for this. Even if you were to seek him out and ignore your duties. You'll get him in your arms.
There was something addictive about the way people were drawn to him.
Ever since Sauron took the form of Annatar, the people of Eregion had flocked to him like moths to a flame, seeking gifts from the great messenger of the Valar. He liked the power he had over them. How one of his (false) words could turn them into his obedient puppets who would do anything to fulfill the prophecy he had foretold.
However, with the number of creatures circling around him, he had increasing difficulty maintaining the illusion he had cast over the city.
This is exactly what has happened now.
Annatar/Sauron was cleaning up the mess he had made by killing one of the elves who had discovered too quickly what was happening beyond the walls of his safe illusion. He could not afford for the whispers of panic to reach the ears of the only blacksmith whose skills were satisfactory.
Lifting the body, he freezes suddenly as a cold shiver runs through him. The atmosphere in the room changes. The only lit torch goes out, the smell of sulfur begins to fill the air, the rats that were roaming the basement disappear, and the only sound in the room is his breathing. He looks around, trying to see through the darkness of the room, but all he can see is red blood on his hands..
He frowns, looking around him as he realises the body he was supposed to get rid of is gone. He walks over to the extinguished torch and relights it, illuminating the room once more. He looks around for the body, but all he sees are the empty corridors of the underground. He frowns and focuses his senses, trying to sense any additional presence or power that would mess with his head.
And then he hears it. A soft humming from down the hall. He automatically reaches to his side, where his sword is strapped to his belt, and slowly walks toward the sound of soft singing.
"Come, come, my lost soul, you will find your peace. Come, come, down your road, straight into my arms." He freezes in mid-step. Goosebumps rise across his body, and he feels his breath quicken.
Memoriesâunwanted, painful memoriesâflood his mind as he stands in the empty hallway, wondering if he should go down. Involuntarily, his memories go back to the day he survived one of Morgoth's most demanding trainingsâthe day he found out what the consequences of his actions brought to you...
"I didn't know you were a coward, Y/N! Are you going to show yourself? Or should I leave you to your work and go back to mine?" He asks cheekily, trying to get you out of your hiding place. He knows how dangerous you've become, and as much as it fascinates him, he doesn't want to be on the receiving end of your blade... or claws. "I bet you're as busy as I am these days." He mumbles, pacing the empty hallways where your humming still echoes.
He glances over his shoulder a few times, wanting to make sure that you won't surprise him with a dagger to his neck.
Sauron won't admit to himself that he's afraid of you; he just knows the threat you pose to him. There was nothing worse than a mad womanâespecially an unpredictable woman. And he was foolish enough to get on your bad side, to betray you, and don't look back. But how could he possibly know that you would get punished for his action? How could he predict that you will be paying off his sins to Valar? That only showed how unjust they were. Not only to you, but to him as well.
"Won't you show me your face?" He asks, still searching for the slightest sign that will give away your presence. But your soft singing, the haunting song that makes his heart beat faster, pumping adrenaline through his body, makes it impossible for him to fully devote himself to the task of finding you. Not if he doesn't want to end up with a sword in his chest. "Valar knows how I missed looking at it."
He turns around and, as if on cue, you appear to him. He presses his lips together tightly, refraining from gasping in surprise when he sees you in all your glory. He swallows hard when his gaze falls on your deformed face that you show him. A bloodthirsty smile, full of black fangs, sunken cheeks, and no nose, is one of the less... drastic forms in which you like to show yourself lately. Sauron knows how much you want to scare him; he hopes he doesn't give you too much entertainment.
"I would have a lot less work to do, my sweet deceiver, if you would just give yourself to me as you should and stopped playing Valar. You won't fool me a third time." You warn him, stepping closer. You see his throat tremble as he swallows, and he gently closes his eyes for a moment to inhale your scent and take in a little of your closeness.
You were so damn dangerous, deadly even... and he wanted more. Even though he knew full well that this desire would probably lead him to his grave.
"But wthout me you'd be terribly bored, wouldn't you?" He asks, giving you one of his smirks. He was playing with death, literally. He wondered how many times he could get out of your cruel clutches before he finally ran out of escape routes.
He freezes when you gently place your hand on his cheek, tracing the line of his jaw with your fingertip. He grits his teeth, staring at you wordlessly as you play with a strand of his blonde hair.
"Where's your elf?" You whisper against his lips, leaning in close enough that itâs a challenge for him to stay away from you. You should be a repulsive threat to him, nothing more than an enemy to be defeated. But for some reason, whether itâs your past, the pull thatâs always been between you, or the power thatâs bound you together, he canât feel anything for you but pure lust.
"She left." He says shakily, wondering if you were jealous of him, if you watched him and Galadriel, if you planned her death when he declared that he wanted her to be his queen...
"Too bad... I would gladly take her in my arms. I guess I can only wait then. There is nothing more pleasant than meeting them all at the end of their path. They act as if they were truly immortal. You have no idea how surprised most of them are when they cross my path. Almost as surprised as you were when you first saw me in this form."
"I would appreciate seeing you more often if it weren't related to your current⊠job position." You chuckle darkly and grab his hand at his words.
You lift it between the two of you and pull out your dagger. You cut his palm, and he can only stand there, dazed, watching as you lick his black blood. You hum, tasting your power as it courses through his veins.
"Oh⊠but then it would be too boringly easy for you, right?" Your voice is velvety, like a balm to his frayed nerves. He allows himself to cling to you, completely forgetting that he should always be on guard with you. A mistake you won't fail to remind him of. "Tell me, Sauron⊠have you never heard of such a thing as being utterly charmed by death?"
Before his mind can process the meaning of your words, you have already pierced his hand with a dagger through and through. He groans in pain and tries to rip his hand from your iron grip, but you won't let him. You rip off your amulet that he stole from you, which he hung on a necklace around his neck, and you place it on his wound. You chant the appropriate words and drain him of all the power that he stole from you all those years agoâthe power that helped him be reborn again.
"Next time you lay your hands on something that doesn't belong to you, I'll chop them off. I think I can find a much better use for them. A more⊠satisfying one, if you still know what I mean." You mock him, twisting his wrist.
He growls in pain and shoves you back, sending you crashing into the wall behind you. You raise your blade higher, pressing it against his neck as he steps closer to you. You laugh as you feel him press his own weapon against your chest.
"Well, well, well. I see you've learned something after all. Tell me, my beloved, are you afraid of me?" You whisper hoarsely, licking your lips as you lean into him. You make a move to bite into his neck, but he pulls away from you at the last second, frowning at your amused, dark chuckle.
"Only a fool wouldn't be afraid of you."
"Like calls to like, right?" You pose the question, raising an eyebrow at him. You take advantage of his momentary distraction and push him against the wall. You press yourself against him and capture his lips in a bruising, hungry kiss.
He gasps into your mouth and tangles his hands in your hair, pulling you even closer. Your darkness is addictive. He wants to bask in it, to experience it so deeply that he can become intoxicated by it. He wants to bond with you and experience the same kind of limitless power that you possess. A force that borders on death itself.
As the kiss deepens, he begins to feel you slowly draining his life force. He knows he has to pull away, but not yet. He wants to taste your lips, your sighs, and your soft moans as he caresses you through the material of your night-black dress for as long as he can. But he knows that with each little touch, kiss, and soft moan, he will want more, and it will be harder for him to pull away from you.
That's why he's reluctant to push you away. But when he does, he feels how much you've weakened him with that little kiss. He gasps, laughing thoughtfully as he struggles to even out his heartbeat and his breaths. Now he understands all that talk about deadly kisses. But if he had to choose how he died, your lips were a very tempting option.
"Enjoy the time you have left. We both know that eventually you too will find me at the end of your road. On the way⊠try not to bother me too much with all the dead bodies and souls you've forced me to take care of." You wink at him and blow him a kiss before disappearing, returning to the other side where the soul of the mortal he killed was waiting for you.
Sauron is surprised that you let him go so easily after his last... antics. But he knows that you didn't leave him alive out of the kindness of your heart. You enjoyed the cat and mouse game between you; you enjoyed tormenting him with the idea that you could take his soul at any moment. So he had to think of a way to make it harder for you.
He returns to the forge and absently strokes the box with the 7 rings for the dwarves. If he had divided his soul⊠left fragments of it in each of them, it would be impossible for you to gather them all and drag him to the world of the dead, where you could torment him as you pleasedâŠ
Or perhaps, in time, he would find a way to tame death itself and submit it to his will?
One thing was sure. At the right time, you will come for him. And you will take away everything he has worked so hard for.
Just like you always do.
He had a few centuries to figure out how to cheat death again. And how to make sure that you will be the one to fall into the trap of his arms. Not the other way around.
#sauron x reader#annatar x reader#halbrand x reader#oneshot#dark romance#toxic love#toxic relationship#smut#angst#dark magic#enemies and lovers#rings of power#lotr#fanfiction#agatha all along#i have no idea what is it but i quite like the way it went
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What's Mine
Summary: Bucky pushes you too far and decides to explain how your situation works. Or doesn't.
Word Count: ~2.3 k
Warnings: Dark Fic, Implied dub/non con, Power imbalance. Please let me know if I missed any.
Previous Part
It's been a few months since Bucky "claimed" you. He followed up on his promises of taking care of you. You frequently woke up to some surprise gift or another. One day it was a fully stocked kitchen. Another day it was the leak in the bathroom sink getting fixed. More than a few times it's been jewelry with his initials on it.
And all it cost was letting him use you. You swear a piece of your soul dies every time he makes you cum. Every time he coats you in his semen. Every time you match his fervor. It might not be so bad if he didn't gloat every time. That damn smirk haunted your dreams. Or was it nightmares? What was the difference anymore?
It had definitely affected your standing in the community. People were scared to interact with you. Fewer parents brought their kids to the library when you were there. Ruth and her friends had no problems calling you all sorts of degrading things under their breath. You definitely caught them giving you the evil eye more than a few times.
Part of you suspected that if you'd quit trying to fight him he'd lose interest. He liked when you were in a fiery mood. If you could just give in, give up, he'd likely stop using you. But you couldn't help yourself. You hated him. You hated yourself for enjoying the pleasure he gave. That hate needed an outlet.
You pull into your driveway, no longer surprised to see Bucky's bike there as well. You sigh, wondering if you can talk him into to leaving. You're exhausted. Walking into the house you don't even have a chance to take your jacket off before Bucky is on you.
"Bucky, please no. I'm just too tired."
He chuckles, "don't worry. I'm just really happy to see you. We're going out tonight."
You sigh, "I'd rather stay in."
"Then that means you have the energy for me all night."
"Ugh, fine. Where are we going?"
"I've got you an appointment at the tattoo parlor."
"WHAT?! I hate tattoos! I can't get any!"
He smiles as he growls at you, "you're going to get a tattoo just for me. No one else is going to be able to see it, but we'll know it's there."
"Isn't the jewelry enough of your 'ownership'? You even got me a brooch for my cardigans with your initials!"
Bucky licks his lips, "it was just the beginning, Doll. So far everything I've done to mark you are things that can wash away or heal up. This is the next step."
"I refuse," you declare, crossing your arms.
"Fuck, Doll, you're getting me riled up." He puts his arms on each side of your head, boxing you in against the wall. "And you're getting that damn tattoo. We can either go now, while you're still cleaned up, or after I've fucked your brains out and you're a cum covered mess."
"Fine," you drop your head. "Let's go to the tattoo parlor."
"Not yet." He grabs you chin and makes your look at him. "You need to thank me, first, Doll."
Bile rises at the back of your throat. "Thank you for letting me preserve my dignity."
He laughs. "Give me another," he taunts, using the same voice as when he's telling you to give him another orgasm. You hate yourself for the involuntarily clench your pussy does.
"Thank you, Bucky, for...for introducing me to Bunny. It is nice to have a friend." A friend who understands how fucked you both are, you think.
That gets a more sincere smile on his face. "It is important to me that you know my best friend and his girl. I'm glad you're good to them. Bunny is gonna need you when she's pregnant."
"What are friends for," you dryly reply.
"That's my good girl, Doll."
The tattoo is pretty much what you expected. His initials, right over your heart. If you wore anything low cut, it would be obvious. You were sure that was the point: can't even show a hint of skin without reminding everyone who it actually belongs to. At least it wouldn't be a problem at work, given you always dress conservatively.
By the time you're home Bucky is practically salivating at the memory of the tattoo on your chest. He might be eager to see this permanent mark of his claim on you but at least he's willing to follow instructions for proper care so it doesn't scar or make you sick. You made sure to thank him for that, knowing he likes to hear it, and he reiterates, "I take care of what's mine."
"Any chance I can just get some sleep tonight? I wasn't lying when I said I was tired."
"I'm all worked up, Doll."
"I thought you take care of what's yours," you snap back. "How is keeping me awake, not letting get good sleep, taking care of me?"
He grips your chin and gives you a thoughtful look. "I suppose you're right," he admits. "Even a vibrator's batteries gotta recharge every so often, right?" You roll your eyes and he grins. "But I'm going to hold you all night and when you wake up, it's on. I know you don't work tomorrow."
"Is that why you helped with my budget? So I'd have more free time to be your personal toy?" You can't fight the fire in your voice. You're tired, yes. Tired of being so angry all the time.
"Aww, you admit you're mine," he teases.
Unable to hold back any longer you smack his face. "I have never been so angry or tired as I have been since you showed up. You want to take care of me? You want me to be yours? Treat me like a fucking person!" Tears are pouring out of your eyes, the stress and frustration of the months finally finding a kind of release.
Bucky glowers at you and grabs your throat with his metal arm. "You shouldn't have done that, Doll."
"I don't care anymore," you croak.
That seems to catch him off guard as his hand loosens and his face softens.
"Oh, Doll," he shakes his head. "You really should've said something sooner." You squeeze your eyes shut as more tears start falling. He removes his hand from your throat and brings you in for a hug, causing you to cry even more. He pats your hair and coos, "there, there," until you can't cry any more.
"Let's get you to bed," he says quietly.
"I...I don't...I don't understand."
He gently lifts your chin, "you know, before Bunny ran, I tried to warn Steve he was being too controlling. That she was going to bolt. He didn't listen and, sure enough, she escaped. Wouldn't surprise me if she continued to try because he hasn't learned to loosen his grip. I don't plan on repeating his mistakes. Yes, you're mine and you'll never be rid of me. But that doesn't mean I can't be benevolent."
You sniffle as your brain tries to comprehend the sudden change in his demeanor.
"Now lets make sure that tattoo is properly cared for," he says with a soft kiss to your forehead.
"I...I hit you," you stammer.
"You're over-stressed and tired," he shrugs. "If I thought you were doing it just because you wanted to hurt me, yes, there would be repercussions. But I've apparently been overworking my poor Doll, so I'll forgive that one smack." His tone at that last part implies any more attempts to lash out at him will be punished.
"Thank you, Bucky," you murmur as you hang your head.
"Mmmm. That's more like it. Now let's get you to bed and tomorrow we'll work on your communication skills."
You wake up feeling like you're hungover without having had any alcohol. The delicious smells of breakfast lure you out of the bed, even though you dread meeting the cook.
Bucky's shirtless and smiling as he works. If you were in anything close to a healthy relationship you'd smile at how happy he is. Instead you keep your head down, trying not to think about that metal hand wrapped around your neck. About how those muscles feel pressed against your back, or on top of you.
He sees you and gestures for you to sit at the table. He brings you a plate of breakfast, a mug of coffee and kisses the top of your head before sitting across from you. You don't eat right away like he does, lost in your confusion about this change in behavior.
"Eat, Doll," he orders. "I didn't stock your kitchen and cook this up just for you to let it go cold."
"What is going on?" your voice is barely above a whisper.
"I'm taking care of my girl," he answers, nonchalantly. You look at him like you've never seen him before and he sighs. "Eat, or I will force it down your throat."
You grab a slice of the toast and start chewing. "Thank you, Bucky," you grumble and he nods in his approval.
"One of the differences between me and Cap is that I know I'm a monster," he tells you between bites. "He likes to think we've done all of this to keep his girl safe and give her the life she always wanted. I know better. But we've been best friends since we were kids. Ride or die, you know? So I'm always going to have his back. I've just made peace with the fact that it means ruining lives."
"You never tried to talk him out of it? Out of taking over an entire town?"
He shakes his head. "Steve's the kind of guy who can never be talked or distracted from his goal. One of the things I find endearing about him."
"So, he gets you all to take over everything here and you, what? Enjoy the spoils?" Feeling the bile rise at the back of your throat, you go for another slice of toast to try to settle your stomach while keeping Bucky happy.
"It's a balance," he grins. "We take over and just start doing whatever the hell we want, a lot of people are going to die trying to get rid of us. So we set up some rules for our men. People will remain upset, of course, but they're less likely to 'rise up' so long as we have a level of restraint. It's, honestly, the biggest part of my job as Cap's second."
You think on this for a minute, mindlessly eating. "I get why the town, but why me?"
He shrugs, "I needed the stress relief. It ain't easy keeping a crew in line and I was initially just hoping for a quiet spot to read to calm down. Then I started watching you. Saw you expertly handle all kinds of difficulties. When you snapped at me, I figured, like me, you could use some stress relief."
"Stress relief?!" He gives you a look that has you clamming up.
"And fuck you were so good," he muses. "That first photo is still the background on my phone." Heat rushes to your face. "I decided to go ahead and keep you as mine. You're not only a good fuck, but you were quick to befriend Bunny. Everyone else who sees her with Cap has decided to avoid her. Something I know you've been experiencing, even though you haven't told me." You look down, unable to say anything. "I honestly thought you liked the rough treatment and was happy to give it, but I'm guessing we hit a limit for you."
"You branded me," you snarl.
"No, I got you a tattoo. Branding is something else and would've hurt you a lot more." His tone is stern and you return your attention to your food. "You've played a critical role in helping me keep things under control. Plus, since you're my girl, you get some privileges and protections. You think Steve would've beaten up Walker for some random librarian? No. But for his best friend's girl? That's another story."
"So, you're just going to keep using me?"
"Yes," he nods. "And now that I know more about your limits, I'm less likely to get stabbed in my sleep."
You look at him, aghast, "that's why you never stayed the night before?"
Bucky chuckles, "so smart. I love it. And now that you have more information, hopefully you're smart enough to put the rest of the pieces together."
"If I hurt you, Steve drops everything to find and kill me. Probably painfully." He nods. "If I make you angry, you're likely to take it out on someone who doesn't deserve it or you lose control of your men for long enough that they hurt someone who doesn't deserve it." He nods again, smiling at you. "And if I stop playing along like everything is okay, it's another sign to the townsfolk that might set them over the edge and have them shooting, getting hurt, or worse."
Bucky finishes his breakfast, nodding at your conclusions. "God, I love that you're so smart. Makes a lot of this so much easier." You start sniffling and he reaches across the table to gently grip your chin. "I get that this is a lot to take in, Doll. But I know you'll make the right decision. If you really didn't care about this town, you'd have left when you only had a skeleton budget. You're willing to work yourself to the bone to take care of these people, you're willing to be mine to keep them safe."
"I can't say 'no'," you whimper.
"But it doesn't have to be all bad. Remember, I take care of what's mine."
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I just wanted to say, thank you for showing me where to get the little models, I've been having so much fun putting these guys together the past two days
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Shockwaves! I found the Blokees models purely by accident, but I love how tiny and posable they are. I ended up moving my Flame Toys Megs to my plant shelf just to make more room for these guys
Gravity Pt 6
IDW Optimus x Reader
âą âWhy Earth?â Turning away from his work at the soft question, he finds you sitting cross legged nearby watching him with a little frown. Yours been quiet so long, heâs assumed you were resting. At his questioning look, you roll your hand in a vague little gesture. âWhy did you all come here? Why Earth?â
âą Servos flexing slightly, he leans his forearms against the desk. Almost looming over you, but you donât lean away. Just arching your eyebrows at him, because itâs been bothering you for a while now. Surely there were other worlds closer to his world, to Cybertron. So why here? âIn the archives, there were ancient records of worlds the Primes had visited during the expansion before the war with the Quintessons. Of worlds that had been seeded with energon or interacted with,â he says. The words bringing up more questions than answers. Quintessons? Other Primes? Only energon rings a bell, because thatâs the stuff he lives on, but seeded?
âą Your expression twists and he knows he should explain it all. That he owes it to you after trapping you with him, but the past has only ever wounded him. Dredging it up always brings up the choices and mistakes heâd made. The things he canât undo, but wishes he could because something small might have led them all down a different path, a brighter one if heâd only been better, stronger.
âą âYou came here for the energon,â you hazard. Heâs volunteered so little of his past, only letting things slip occasionally. Like that his Autobots are at war, that theyâd had to flee their world and that their enemies had followed. The details, though? Like why theyâd left Cybertron or even what the war was over? Those things he doesnât seem ready to talk about so you havenât pushed.
âą âWe had no way of knowing about your species. You didnât exist when this world was seeded as a potential colony.â Reaching out, he crooks a servo not really expecting for you to lay a hand on him and let him gently pull you to your feet. âI wouldnât have led the Decepticons here if Iâd known.â And thatâs his guilt to carry from now on. Another failure that might cost so much, another sin weighing on his spark, because this world might not survive their war. You might not.
âą âYou guys were starving, right?â You ask, hand lingering on his servo as he inclines his head. âYou were trying to save who you could, I get that.â Itâs not fair or right, but you do understand. From what you can gather from the things he doesnât want to say, things were pretty desperate. He was desperate. And to be responsible for the survival of your people, what would you have done in his place? Youâre pretty sure you wouldnât be nearly as honorable as he is, that youâd do anything regardless of the cost, because youâre not good like he is.
âą Spark warming at your soft words, itâs that you understand that makes him curl his servo about you. How can you not blame him for bringing his war to your home? Not hate him or at least resent him? Your little palm slides against his servo like youâre trying to comfort him, worrying over him. Itâs a weight from him that you donât despise him even though he knows that this and what will follow will be his fault. For now he just wants to feel your hand on him and pretend that this one time, his decisions wonât cost him what little he has right now in this moment. Wonât cost you, because you give him something to look forward to every day. Something beyond duty or responsibility, just enjoying your company, the sound of your voice. The soft touch of a hand reaching out to him to break his loneliness.
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Guitar Hero
âwell my boyfriendâs in a bandâŠ
âŠhe plays guitar while i sing lou reedâ
Megumi Fushiguro x FEM!Reader
9.32 k words (oopsies)
Summary: Megumi Fushiguro finds himself at the local arcade a few hours before his band's show. However what was supposed to be just a one time game of guitar hero with a stranger might develop into something more.
warnings/notes ~ alcohol consumption/implied sexual themes/fluff/cursing/no directly written smut but implied/might be corny in sum parts but i promise itâs cutesy!
optional playlist: đ§ (listen in any order youâd like, it just has the songs refrenced and a few extra!!)
{non-curse au}
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<fic below the cut>
â.Ëâźđ§âźË.â
His hands were gradually getting colder as the soft thumping of his fingers against his chilled phone screen slowed, looking over the latest message sent in his bandâs group chat. He could only find himself able to sigh at yet another schedule change, having their set pushed back another hour.
He could have chosen to head back to meet with his bandmates, they were all just piled up near the backstage entrance anyway, and itâs not like he didn't enjoy watching other bands play. Yet as he shut off his phone, the tinted blue light that illuminated his face faded, only leaving the vibrant colors of the arcade in front to cast different shades of neon lights over him. He looked up, the three fourths of his face showing that was left uncovered by his scarf the most vibrant under the iridescent lights. With a sigh he stood up, and walked the few feet of distance between the previous bench he sat on and the glass doors of the front arcade entrance.Â
Megumi would never admit it, but it was in fact the nerves that pushed him to avoid heading directly to the concert area. It was far from his first time performing in front of a public, however this was the largest crowd theyâd gathered, and heâd be trying something new tonight. He wasn't doubtful of his skills, he had been playing guitar since elementary, it would be stupid of him to feel unprepared. But insecurity came at strange times for him, at least thatâs what he thought to himself. It wasn't necessarily rare for people to feel nervous before performing, and still the world would have to end first before Megumi would ever admit out loud that he was growing anxious.Â
He wandered around the arcade for a bit, taking a glance at the variety of games. Heâd concluded it was always a hit or miss with arcades nowadays, theyâd either be packed with an assortment of machines, or have a few lonely boring games, whose only purpose would be to continue making whoever was behind the establishment a quick buck. In this case, he would consider himself lucky. As he looked around he was met with a few arcade classics, like the variations of ball rolling games, mock âgamblingâ machines (as heâd refer to them in his head, he found it funny), air hockey, and whatever versions of racing games were available. The place itself wasnât packed, but did seem to have a decent clientele. What really made him come to the conclusion that this place was on the higher end of his arcade spectrum would be the games such as DDR, an actual vintage pacman game, Street fighter, Tetris, and the one that really caught his eye, Guitar Hero.Â
It brought back memories of his earlier elementary days and early middle school, when instead of going home heâd wander into some corner store establishment with Tsumiki that existed right before reaching their street. Theyâd grab some snacks, Tsumiki would glance around at the magazines, and heâd walk over to what looked to be an old large storage closet, turned into a makeshift âarcadeâ (if you could call it that). When Gojo finally took them in a year later, heâd join them in their afterschool stop. When he saw a pattern of Megumi always picking up that plastic guitar to entertain himself, he made sure to make a mental note of that.
 That year, Megumi found his first ever birthday present from Gojo to be an acoustic guitar, poorly wrapped in some shiny candy cane pattern wrapping paper. After that, the stop on the way home became shorter.
Could be a good form of practice, he excused, and with one more second of contemplation, he gave in and went over to some machine to buy himself tokens. Classic. Mindlessly walking over and reaching for the plastic guitar, he was getting ready to play solo, that is until he saw the âplayer 2â control guitar be picked up out of the corner of his eye.Â
âWould you mind if I played?âÂ
Would he mind? He processed the words, as if they were waking him up from a nap. In truth he hadnât really been all there anyway.
âThatâs fineâŠâ
He observed the person next to him, watching as she flashed him a small smile then turned her attention to the screen. She was pretty, he could say that much.
âWhat song?â
He blinked, he knew what song he wanted after he had seen the machine had already had some customes added. So why was he just staring at her? Heâd seen pretty girls, boys, people before, so why was he staring like some dumb dog right now? Well truth be told, it had nothing to do with her looks, just the fact that she was wearing one of his bandâs cheap shirts. He thought they sold thrown away them at their last show. Unless she had been there. Was she a fan-
âHey?â
Oh god he was really out of it tonight.Â
âToday⊠the Smashing Pumpkins.â he mumbled. She just smiled and looked back at the game, ready whenever he was. He needed to get it together. Turning back to the screen himself, he pressed a few buttons on the controller, and after getting through the start menu, he heard music play through the, surprisingly, decent quality speakers.
The sound of clacking from pressing down on the plastic keys kept going the longer the song went on, and it was the last vibrant memory he had that night, before they slowly quieted down in his mind and transitioned to the sound of sheets shuffling next to him. Megumi glanced over, and saw the same girl from before, except this time instead of being slightly exhausted after a game of Guitar Hero, it had been a much more intense activity.Â
How the hell did he get here?
â.Ëâźđ§âźË.â
âYouâre⊠really goodâŠâ you had said while placing the guitar back in its holder. You never thought an arcade game would ever work you out. Then again, it had been a few rounds with this handsome stranger. Megumi copied your actions, not looking at you again yet, but nodded. âThanks⊠lots of practice.â
âYeah no, I can tell. You play right? Like⊠real guitar?â
Oh he played, but were you just acting dumb, or did you actually not recognize him?
âYeah, in a band.â To that you just hummed in response, before continuing, wanting to keep the conversation flowing. âSame one Nobara used to be in, right?â
Nobara? You know Nobara? That makes sense, and the shirt⊠Megumi ran through his thoughts, searching in his collection of memories if he had ever heard the girl mention anything about you.
âYeah, that band⊠is that why youâre wearing the shirt?âÂ
âOh- oh yeah⊠I went with her to go watch your guysâ last show, said she still wanted to cheer you guys on.â Megumi listened, glancing over to meet your eyes again. âYeah, glad she could put that much effort in after ditching us.âÂ
It was supposed to be sarcastic, an attempt at humor. Yet you still had to examine his face, trying to figure out if he was serious or not. There was a few seconds of awkward silence, before you choose to try and just go along with him, sharing a slight polite smile. Megumi noticed, yet he knew it wasnât in response to his comment. You were just being nice. He really needed to work on his execution of things.
â...So you recognized me?â he questioned, hoping to brush over his last failed attempt at a joke.Â
âWell yeah, I mean not at first, but you seemed familiar... Originally I just assumed you were someone I had met at a show before or something.â He studied your way of talking, the expression you made, looking at you almost fascinated.Â
Donât take it the wrong way though, that glimpse in his eye he gives to anyone heâs curious about, itâs just his nature. He focuses on the details of your words, committing any piece of conversation you shared with him to his memory, again, not something unique to you, just part of having a good memory. Or at least he told himself that when he realized he had been almost captivated by you.
And yet he found himself walking backstage with you.Â
After your encounter in the arcade, Megumi found out you were heading to the same show. He figured out you had basically been there all day, watching any band that caught your interest. That is, until you needed a break from the constant energetic and emotional atmosphere rock concerts brought. You had ended up leaving and getting something to eat, going to the arcade after to waste more time.Â
He got that out of you while sharing nothing about himself in return, other than the fact he played guitar and used to do back up vocals. Now he was stuck basically being the new frontman, contrary to his own belief that he was not marketable as one.Â
He had the looks, he knew he wasn't ugly. His singing and playing were more than fine, he would end up as one of the best if he continued playing with this much emotion (the same emotion he seemed to lack in literally anything else), and yet he wasnât social off or on stage. He wasnât a performer, he told himself. He could write, he could create art, but the last thing he ever thought himself possible of would be executing it in the way that would capture a crowd. His voice had emotion, his actions filled with meaning and an actual want to be there, but he couldnât get himself to be anything even close to extravagant. Not like Nobara used to anyway.
âShe was⊠definitely something, itâs like she was made to perform, which is why I totally understand why she chose to take up this acting gig⊠but I think youâre being too hard on yourself too.â
What. What were you saying? You were responding to his thoughts? No. Megumi blinked, realizing he actually had been talking to you. He had ended up sharing his own insecurities with you. The reason he had been so anxious for this show. He should shut himself up now before he slips up even more, but the truth is, he couldnât find himself to care.
âYou actually think I could take on being the frontman?â He continued walking by your side. At this point you both were back in the venue area, now just wandering around before the next set of shows started, the one including his band.
âYeah, just loosen up a bit⊠but if you really donât wanna be the face of it, why not let Itadori or Maki takeover?âÂ
âNeither of them sing, god especially not Itadori.â You laughed at that, and it made him feel redemption from his earlier failed try at humor. âWhy not get a new member then?â He thought about it, letting out a quiet hum in response. âI donât wanna scout around for one⊠energetic people like that donât usually stick to me, if anything I got the chance to even be in this band because Maki dragged me inâŠâ
âYouâre really crushing on yourself dude, have some faith in yourself!â
Megumi watched you smile, and you in return watched his dark blue eyes travel over your face.
âYouâve seen me play then, be honest and sincerely tell me you think I could pull through.â
You only blinked at him in response, racking your brain for memory of his previous performance. Maybe he wasnât nearly as bold as Nobara, but oh he was talented. More than any other guitar player youâd seen that night. His vocals were nothing short of impressive either, you wanted him to know that-
âAnd Iâm not a girl.â You were caught off guard by his statement. Heâs worried about⊠not being a girl? But you couldnât see the relation between those two at all. Before you could scavenge your mind for another explanation, Megumi went ahead and answered your confusion. âPeople were excited to see Nobaraâs image. She was a girl leading a noisy rock band, she was spontaneous and out there, if I was the bandâs image it wouldnât have the same effect, weâd just be like almost every other semi-popular bandâŠâ
He took a breath, before adding on, âIt was her voice and character that distinguished us. Anyone could name at least ten different bands with guys like me leading them, but barely any with the same vibe she brought.â
You lingered over his explanation. He was an artist, he wanted to make something new, and besides his rather stoic outside youâd notice so far, he was more than happy to be part of something different.Â
If only he had enough confidence to make himself into the character he wanted to be, because he definitely wasnât shy either.
â...Just get up there and do it, at least for tonight. Try it.â
â.Ëâźđ§âźË.â
You could only watch in awe from the crowd. Megumi was majestic. His voice was hypnotizing, the way his bangs fell over his face, the light causing small reflections in his eyes, his hands moved gracefully over his black, beaten up guitar.
The instrument was something that could easily be overlooked, like a spare tossed back stage for an emergency. Yet in Megumiâs arms, he made it seem like the thing was a precious relic, capable of much more than it led on. The colored stage lights caused a halo glow around his silhouette, almost as if he was a saint.Â
It could be an in the moment thing, the emotion of the crowd, the fact you were so close to him. Maybe it was the whiplash you got from seeing him just half an hour before as a quiet, mostly reserved guy, to a model worthy shot currently in front of you. But oh, he was the most handsome rockstar youâd ever seen.Â
And still, you sadly understood what he meant earlier about the band. Megumi was special to you right now because you knew he was different on stage then off it. He was nowhere near bad, but also such a contrast from the atmosphere the band previously brought. His vocals ringing through your ears produced by the speakers was enough proof he was an insanely talented person, but it wasnât as heavenly as it had been paired with a raspier, yet higher and emotion filled tone Nobara had brought.Â
Megumi still stood out in other ways though. Instead of the âbasicâ look most guys wore around this scene, which consisted of baggy jeans or japanese denim paired with an ironic graphic tee or vintage band one, Megumi took on more of a V-kei style inspiration. You could guess he probably put more effort into it when he had shows, but if someone showed you a picture of him and told you he was a member of a band like Luna Sea or X Japan before you had properly met him, you wouldnât have doubted it.
He couldnât be overlooked on stage, not in appearance at least, but besides that, what really made them stand out more than the other band that had previously gone up before? Even bands with other female leads lacked what they used to have. Loud, bold, mean lead singer, even if it was just a stage personality. A true diva you could say.
â.Ëâźđ§âźË.â
âThat was assâŠâ Megumi mumbled, tossing his guitar case into the back of Makiâs black SUV. âWhat are you saying man? For a three person band we played great live!â Itadori announced, wrapping his arm around his friendâs shoulders. Maki was already sitting in the driver's seat, clearly just wanting to go home at this point, considering Nobara wasnât the only one that recently left the band. Their old fifth member had left a week ago for some exchange program. And now she was stuck around her strangely close to her age nephew and his chattery best friend. Megumi just scoffed and shut the trunk, dragging Itadori along to the carâs side door. âI missed a shit ton of notes because I focused too much on singing, my voice cracked like a hundred times-â
âShut up! You were great, we were great!â Yuji cheered, just happy he had fun honestly. But he didnât get it. As emo as it sounded, Megumi knew he was being a prick and just nitpicking, nonetheless, he couldnât let go of the closest thing to perfect he had had. Music was more than just a stress reliever for him, heâd give up anything to be able to make this his career instead of working whatever lame corporate job he could settle for. Since he was little, even through his motivation loss of anything (and almost everything), he never let go of playing music, he never once left the house without his worn down red headphones, and he never planned on quitting his art. He never considered himself as a perfect person, that role belonged to his sister and his overly cheery best friend.
Megumi knew he could be a selfish man, and meeting you again that night proved it in more ways than one.Â
He and Maki let Yuji drag them to a bar to meet up with Nobara as a celebration. Apparently it had karaoke, a detail he picked up when he walked through the front entrance. When they entered he wasnât surprised to see Nobara up there already singing, she probably got bored of waiting even if it was just for a few minutes and wanted to have fun. What did catch him off guard however, was you.Â
There you were, next to your friend on the barâs makeshift stage, both of you performing some improvised cover of Celebrity Skin by Hole. The way you moved, your expressions, your voice. It was like he was starstruck.Â
He never would have guessed heâd really run into you again after tonight, but he suddenly remembered what you had said earlier about finding another member to become the frontman of his band. He knew he needed to make sure he stayed in contact with you, convince you his band needed you. Feeling the waves of his insecurity still lingering, the desperation to achieve his bandâs perfect form again, it drove him to stick by you the rest of the night after that. You took a shot, he followed. You chatted with a group and heâd stand silently by your side. Ask him a question and heâd answer. He kept the conversation rolling with you, easier now in comparison to earlier (most likely because of the alcohol) until he finally âpoppedâ the question. Would you be in his band? And he couldnât swallow the slight irritation that rose in him when you just laughed.Â
âYouâre not serious right? You want me- not just in your band⊠but as the front of it?â He huffed almost silently, a hurt to his ego that you werenât taking him seriously. âWhatâs so hard to believe? I saw you up there with Nobara earlier-â
âFushiguro, listen I havenât been in a band since highschool. Even then it was some crappy thing a guy I was dating had created, it was never seriousâŠâ He leaned more towards you, shifting slightly in the booth you had both cornered yourselves in. âSo whyâd you quit playing then? You clearly still love the scene, you watch all these bands play, but you donât get involved?âÂ
You sighed before taking a sip of whatever tropical drink you had spontaneously let his other bandmate, Itadori, pick out before he wandered off. âJust other stuff⊠iâm going to college now, part time job to help pay for it and stuff, thereâs no time, even if I wanted-â
âIâll pay you for it- just be in the bandâ
What?Â
âHow much does your current job pay you? Itâs not a⊠a real commitment right? Iâll pay you to be in the band- and donât worry, I can afford it.â
Was this guy you just barely met seriously telling you heâd pay you to be in his band? You considered ditching him and leaving to go find Nobara, but before you could excuse yourself, he continued.
âYouâre talented- really talented⊠I donât wanna sound desperate, but you really seem like you could be great at this⊠tell me what your current job pays you, iâll give you more than that, alright?â
You just stared at him shocked, you didnât know if you just fell in love or grew more scared of him.Â
âYouâre insane.â
Megumi just huffed and slightly squinted his eyes at you, while you came to the conclusion he must be more drunk than you. âYou said the last time you were in a band was because of your boyfriend right? Was that really it? Didnât you enjoy it or even⊠want to do it?â You thought over his words, searching your brain for an answer that you already knew.
âHe taught me guitar and⊠well I was in choir at the time, but I've always loved being in this scene, when he started a band⊠I was actually the one that offered to sing for it, I just wanted to be part of something different than what I was used to, like boring choir performances and getting yelled at by our teacher for wearing the wrong uniform, as if we were some professionals instead of just a shitty highschool choir. Honestly itâs probably why he ended up being my longest relationship, why I stayed with him even though he was lowkey one of those wanna be indie guys who are actually hidden misogynists. He gave me something I needed at the time.â
Megumi listened to you ramble on about how your highschool ex and his bandmates were kind of terrible guys to be around, all while reaching his own messy conclusion in his head. He sat there next to you, letting you get it all out while he worked through his own thoughts about what you had shared. If he was able to make you feel the same way your boyfriend had back then, by showing you something you wanted to be a part of, something to make your life more interesting, if he presented himself to you like something you needed then maybe youâd join in. He needed to convince you, prove why you wanted to be a part of his band.Â
Megumi was about to speak up again, when suddenly a tray of shots was practically thrown onto the table. Megumi looked up, only to find a cheeky and halfway drunk Nobara looking down at them. She narrowed her eyes at him, before she slid the tray a bit closer to the two of you before she spoke up.
âWatch these- I bought them but we canât finish them⊠I'll be back, just donât let some drunk steal them.â
With that she walked off, most likely heading towards Maki to cling to her.Â
He just sighed as his eyes followed after her, knowing she wasnât going to come back for the drinks, and instead just picked one up for himself, downing it in just a few seconds. You copied his action, then set the glass down before speaking up again.Â
âListen⊠I just⊠donât think itâs for me, thanks for the offer though.âÂ
Megumi could only observe you, he watched you mess with the shot glass you had placed down, taking in how the clubâs lighting made certain aspects of your makeup stick out. The highlighter on your nose hadnât really been noticeable before to him, but now he saw the small sparkles show in the lighting. Your eyeshadow seemed to grow faded under the tinted colored lights, although he couldnât figure out if it was due to it being this late into the night or just some color theory gimmick.Â
â...Just try it out with us at least, I wonât force you into this, if you really donât want to⊠but seriously, think about it.â You exhaled, and let the exhaustion and alcohol take over you for a moment, just laying your head down on his shoulder. It was almost cute how he immediately tensed up, seeming to grow stiff at the unexpected physical contact. If he had pushed you off you wouldnât be offended, but it surprised you when instead he hesitantly wrapped his arm around your shoulders, letting his hand hold onto your upper arm.Â
You reached for another shot glass in front of you, sitting up slightly but still being in his embrace. You drank the alcohol, before turning your head to face him again.
âWhy do you even want me in your band so badly?â you questioned him. Megumi held eye contact with you, tilting his head only slightly. âYouâve just... you have talent, itâs not hard to understand why. I want this band to go far, I wanna make something of my music... that includes trying to do whatâs best for the band.â
âDoes doing âwhatâs best for the bandâ include cuddling up with some girl to try and persuade her to join your band?âÂ
To that, he just gave you a pointed look, seeming almost offended youâd accuse him of that. You let out a small laugh at his reaction, taking one of the few remaining shot glasses on the table, and in a state of tipsy braveness, putting it up to his lips. He understood the gesture, softening his expression and parting his lips, letting you tilt the drink into his mouth. You watched almost hypnotized as neither of you ever broke away from the otherâs gaze.Â
Megumi didnât understand why he was letting you be so close to him, why he wasnât pulling away. He chose to believe it was because he was desperate to have some sort of approval from you, the kind that would help you agree to his proposal, but another part of him couldnât deny that he was attracted to you beyond that. So as the night played on, he let himself loosen up for the first time in a while. You were easy to get along with, at least in his eyes. You tried to understand his weird sarcastic jokes, even making him laugh with your own when you started to match his humor. And maybe it was the fact that he had been severely lacking any intimate form of affection that led him to so easily make such an out there decision.Â
He soon found himself exhausted, laying next to you in his own bed, between his black silk sheets and cotton navy blue bed covers. Yet he didnât regret any of it as he slowly let his memory catch up to his thoughts. Megumi turned on his side, glancing over your shoulder to watch what you were doing, the light on your phone illuminating your face, letting him clearly see your screen as well in the almost pitch black room. He almost let out a laugh when he saw you feeding and caring for some sort of digital pet you had on your phone.Â
When Megumi felt comfortable enough with someone, he stopped overthinking his actions and just went with whatever his brain told him too in the moment. For him, what you had just done was not something meaningless and superficial, but if it happened with someone he wasnât official with, he still believed there was an emotional connection there. And so he didnât hesitate to drape an arm over your body, and tuck you in close, kissing the side of your neck. You didnât dare push him away, even if it had only been less than half a day youâd spent with him, you could understand so far that he wasnât the type to do something without any feeling behind it. You let him cuddle with you, let him hold you, because at the end of the day, you didnât mind it at all either.Â
â.Ëâźđ§âźË.â
Megumi sat with you in his apartmentâs living room. His taste for decor was definitely more vintage, most of the furniture seeming antique, most likely thrifted or bought from garage sales. Through lazy morning conversations he had convinced you to try playing at their next show with the band, he said heâd bring you to the practices if you needed a ride, and give you copies of their songs along with any videos of live performances he had saved. Now you just sat next to him on the couch, reading over lyrics of his bandâs songs while he mindlessly tuned his guitar, trying to get it to his preferences after wearing it out last night. Some random cheesy drama playing on his TV on low volume became background noise after the movie you had both been previously watching on the channel ended.
Taking a break from reading lyrics, you turned your attention to watch his movements, seeing as he fidgeted with the strings in his guitar.
ââŠHow long have you been playing?â
Megumi took his attention off the strings as he replied to you, ââŠSince I was still in grade school⊠my⊠guardian⊠gave me my first years ago, and I just kept playing from there.â
You noticed his slight hesitation when he mentioned who he had received his first instrument from, and so you chose to not focus on that. You figured he probably didnât want to talk about that right now, and so you chose to ask a different question.Â
âWhen did you know you wanted to go into music, as a career I mean?â
He strung the E string on his guitar one more time, before he sighed and just moved to gently lay it down on the empty spot next to him.
âSince I saw the college application requirements sophomore year of Highschool.âÂ
You smiled at his comment, just slightly shaking your head.Â
âSeriously?âÂ
âNo, well kind of⊠community college was always a choice, not a bad option either⊠but I never liked the idea of working on someone elseâs schedule⊠I wanted to do something I actually enjoyed⊠not just because everyone else was doing it.â He took a pause and picked up his black coffee he had made earlier that morning with you.Â
âTruth is, I wasnât even bad at school, but nothing really gave me a calling⊠and then one day Maki asked me to join the band she was in⊠well that seemed interesting enough, then we needed a drummer, so I hesitantly got Yuji involved⊠and it just went from there.â He took a sip out of his drink, before placing it back down. You just hummed in response to his explanation, while Megumi directed his look towards you. âWhat are you in college for anyway?â
âLike why did I go to college?â
He blinked, before shaking his head slightly. âNo⊠I mean your major.âÂ
âOh, well Iâm actually double majoring⊠in English and Visual Arts.â He gave you a short nod in reply.Â
âCoolâŠâ
âYeah coolâŠâ
There was a brief moment of silence while you returned back to reading the lyrics, however you both noticed how Megumi hadnât taken his eyes off you. You were about to look back up, before being surprised when he moved to try and cuddle you into his side. He was an awkward guy, you could tell he wasnât quite used to this type of ârelationshipâ, but you didnât pull away, maybe if you let him unwind in his own way heâd get the hang of it.
â.Ëâźđ§âźË.â
âHe looks like a dead dog that had been thrown overboard, oh god, get him out of the pit now.â
You laughed at Makiâs insults of Nobaraâs latest talking stage, having already had a fit after just seeing the picture of some scrawny guy with thick eyebrows trying to crawl his way out of a crowd at a show apparently. Megumi who was sitting next to you just cocked an eyebrow at the picture, observing how this guy had apparently gotten his limbs tangled with the people around him.
âHave you ever seen a rat king?â And his statement only caused you more laughter. Nobara just sighed and put her head in her hands, having given up on defending this guy.Â
âOkay whatever, how about you guys just focus on training y/n again!â
Maki let out a scoff, while Megumi just rolled his eyes. Nobara sighed and looked at you, âHow are you feeling by the way? One week before the next show⊠you think youâre ready?â You blinked, before letting a small smile form on your expression. âYeah⊠I think so, Iâve got the setlist memorized, you and Maki helped me pick the cutest outfit yesterday⊠thatâs everything right?âÂ
She smirked and leaned back a bit, clapping her hands together. âItâs perf, just remember to be extra, people wanna see a performance, get them in the mood.â You nodded, feeling excitement bubbling at the thought of Friday night this week.
Just then you all turned your attention to the front door of Makiâs house opening, seeing Yuji happily walk in with boba and smoothies in a drink carrier along with bags full of carryout hanging from both his arms.Â
âFoodâs here!âÂ
Nobara was the first to jump up, helping him carry it all quicker to the kitchen table, not out of courtesy, but actual hunger. Maki let out a quiet laugh at her reaction, before moving with you and Megumi towards the kitchen.Â
Soon enough practice had come to a break as you all ate the food youâd ordered from the nearby Tawainese place. And while you busied yourself finishing up your side, you saw Nobara lean in from her seat next to you, a suspicious smile on her face. You could already guess what she was going to say.Â
âSo⊠you and Fushiguro?â You sighed and rolled your eyes, but couldnât hold back the smile spreading on your face. âWhat about it?â She still looked at you with that same teasing smile, âWas he that good, it converted you into a prototype of Nana Osaki?â You just slapped her shoulder and shook your head. âShut up⊠donât even manifest that life on me, and he also had nothing to do with my decision⊠it seemed fun, and I wanted to try it.â She just giggled and stole a bite of your food, before sighing. âHeâs too quiet to be attractive in my eyes⊠oh and he can definitely come off as pretentious at times, but⊠I guess heâs good enough for you.â
âGood enough?â You looked up at her statement. After finishing his food, he and Yuji wandered back into the living room, and based off his current flushed and annoyed expression, you figured they were having their version of you and Nobaraâs conversation.Â
âWell, weâll just see where it goesâŠâ
â.Ëâźđ§âźË.â
Oh, this was exciting. You had forgotten how freeing it felt to be up here, to be performing on stage.Â
You werenât going to lie, just an hour earlier you had been basically clinging to Megumi from nerves. What if you blanked and forgot all the lyrics? What if you sounded terrible? What if you were boring to watch? What if-
But your thoughts were soon cut off, when Megumi chose to gently kiss you, distracting you from the doubts plaguing your head. He pulled away only less than a centimeter, mumbling against your lips, âYouâll be great⊠you practiced enough for this, donât stress.â You hummed in understanding, before giving him a chaste peck again, and then fully pulling away this time. âThanks MegsâŠâ
And you swore to always believe Megumi after that. It was so freeing. When you had been in a band back in highschool, it was exciting, made you feel like you could be this daring persona, even if you only played at packed basement and underground shows. This was like that, except multiplied by ten.Â
Between the music, the movement and personality of the crowd, you had forgotten how much you enjoyed singing, until now.
You felt as if you owed Megumi half of your soul, after all, he was the reason you were up here right now. So as a sign of thank you, during the outro of the last song on your guysâ set, you ran over to him, slamming your lips against his, the action motivated by a wave of confidence the crowd's atmosphere had brought you. To say this was definitely the right move to finish would be an understatement.Â
When the sounds around you faded, you found yourself backstage with Megumi after. Sheepishly apologizing to him for catching him so off guard. It was quite the contrast to how you carried yourself not even twenty minutes earlier, but all he did was shake his head and smile.Â
âItâs fine⊠not like it was bad⊠actually, I had something to ask you.â You met his eyes, feeling your face cool down from the slight embarrassment you just faced.Â
âYeah?â
Megumi let there be another second of silence between you two, before finally asking it.
âWeâve been⊠hanging around each other a lot⊠and done some⊠stuff⊠together, so⊠I know this might not be the most romantic or correct setting to do this in but, would you wanna go on an actual date? Not just band practice or me taking you home⊠like⊠actually go out?â
Your eyes widened slightly, the flush that had previously left your face now returned, but you couldnât deny the excitement that had risen up in you.Â
â...Yes- I mean really⊠thatâd be great MegsâŠâ He let out a small breath of relief, and gave you a shy smile.
âCool⊠thank you.â
â.Ëâźđ§âźË.â
You sat at your vanity, checking your makeup one more time before sighing and moving back, satisfied with the look. Currently wearing one of your favorite more âfancierâ outfits, your choice of music playing in the background. You mentally went over the list in your head, making sure you had everything done while grabbing your purse and throwing the last few extra items in. Letting out a sigh, you glanced at the time and sat down in the living room of your apartment, reading over Megumiâs last text, letting you know he was on his way.Â
Maybe it was a bad idea to start dating the guitarist of the band you were now a part of, most stories donât end well when they go like this, but that was just the cliche way things went. Screw the movies, they all lied about highschool, theyâre probably lying about this.Â
And besides, it wasnât like Megumi was anything like the romance interests in the movies. He was an awkward, silent guy, and the more you thought about his way of being, the more you felt honored he had actually taken his focus onto trying to pursue you and off his music, which seemed to be his decided on lifeâs purpose.Â
Lost in thought, you almost missed the knock on your door, you guessed signaling your dateâs arrival. You made your way over, smiling when you had seen him standing awkwardly on the other side of your door through the peephole. He looked handsome, wearing a black button up and black denim, which just looked expensive on him. You could see the small bouquet of your favorite flowers in his hand.
âHey⊠you look great.â
You saw the smile form on Megumiâs face at the small compliment. âThanks⊠I like.. The color of your dress, you look very pretty.â He looked over to the side, before stepping back from the door a bit, and finally handing you the flowers. âNobara said these were your favorites⊠so if she got them wrong blame her, but iâll get you the right ones next time.â
You felt a sense of fondness as you watched him there, knowing he had made an effort to find and bring them to you, this was definitely earning him some sort of brownie points.Â
âThank you Megs, really⊠donât worry, these are my favorites,â you said as you took them from him, observing the petals and color for another second before moving to find a place to set them down, making a note to put them in a vase when you came back.
After making sure to properly lock your door, you took his hand on the way out. Leading him to the elevator, letting him press the button to the lobby.
âYouâre still okay trying the place I told you about? Itâs a new teppanyaki style place, and after that there's still that Jazz bar we can go to.â A ding of the elevator interrupts, and you hear the doors open at the second floor of the building. A girl walked in and you saw her look over you and Megumi, her gaze lingering on him for an extra moment before she just silently fits herself into the other corner of the elevator when she sees the lobby button had already been pressed. You just return to your conversation with Megumi, choosing not to ponder on her presence.Â
âI wouldâve just taken you straight to the bar, but besides their music, their foodâs not that goodâŠâ he scrunched his nose a bit just at the reminder of it, and you just let out a short giggle. âSounds perfect. Iâm excited.â He seemed happy with your reassurance, and just tightened his hold on your hand, lightly rubbing his thumb in a circle on your skin.Â
Soon enough you were both making your way outside of your apartment building and to where his car had been parked. With how alternative his image had been, you werenât surprised to see him driving an older car. In fact you kind of predicted his personal car wouldâve been more on the vintage side, but to find the gorgeous 1960âs impala almost made you go into shock. You knew he took good care of it just based on its exterior condition, and as he led you to the passenger seatâs door and opened it for you, you came to the conclusion this man was not real, and in fact a figment of your imagination. You gave his hand a tight squeeze as if to confirm his existence, before moving completely into the seat, and he only gave you a small questioning look, before shrugging it off and moving to get into his driverâs seat.
Based on the lyrics he wrote and ideals he discussed in his songs, you could tell he didnât really care for tradition, but even then he was a gentleman.Â
Megumi started the car and moved out of his previous parking spot, glancing over to make sure you seemed comfortable still, before speaking up, âIâve got an aux cord⊠and some CDâs put away in front of you⊠whatever you're into.â Nodding in response you moved to turn on the radio, scared to leave even the smallest scratch or insignificant imprint anywhere. When you pressed the button, his previous CD that he had left in there started playing, and you decided not to remove it, liking the sound of whatever he had been playing before. He of course noticed, and took the opportunity to ask. âYou're not gonna change it?â You looked over to him softly smiling, before returning your gaze back to the front of the road, watching the streetlights pass you by. âI like it, think I've heard it beforeâŠâ
He hummed in response, keeping his eyes on the road, âItâs Depeche Mode.â
âTheyâre⊠Goth?â
There was a slight tug at his lips, before nodding, yet still not removing his eyes from the road.
âSomething like thatâŠâ
The rest of the way went by with the radio on, and Megumi occasionally breaking the silence by asking you small talk questions. Spending time with Megumi had made you realize he was more of a âsilent typeâ. He would ask you questions and answer you whenever you spoke to him, but he never said more than he had too. Itâs like he âenjoyed the silenceâ, and preferred to show his emotions through actions rather than words. Physical touch and quality time were definitely more of his love language, and you didnât mind that at all, because one way or another, he showed he cared, and showed he had genuine interest in you. Youâd rather have evidence of that than empty words afterall.
Finally arriving at the restaurant, Megumi parked and got out of the car, and you didnât miss the fast paced walk he did to get over to your side of the door to open it for you before you beat him to it.Â
He took your hand again after you had gotten out of the car, leading you inside the restaurant, and all the way to your table. Megumi, besides his stoic and sort of intimidating exterior, was gentle when he wanted to be. When you both sat at the large table with a few other separate parties, he didnât let go of your hand, not until the drinks had been set at the table. And even then he chose to push his chair in closer to yours than the stranger that set to the left of him.Â
There were small signs he gave, actions of attraction, but it did catch you off guard when he suddenly became more protective of you the minute your tableâs chef seemed to take a liking towards you. You could assume that part of his job was to be charismatic, complimenting the women that sat at their table and picking fun or joking with the men, but a specific compliment thrown towards you made Megumi tense up. Then when he âjokinglyâ made a small heart with the cooking oil and fire and dedicated it to you, no one missed the glare Megumi threw at him. You didnât ponder too much on it, but it oh so amused you how your previously quiet date suddenly became more interested in verbal interaction with you. When the chef made another glance towards you, Megumi quickly acted to suddenly have something to tell you. You became even more surprised when he seemed to run out of quick comments to spout out and started telling you short stories of his life.Â
Soon his distraction had worked, and the two of you fell into your own conversations, not missing the few tricks the chef did while preparing the rice and your other choice of food, but definitely more submerged in your own world than whatever the rest of the table was up to.Â
Even after Megumiâs⊠passive aggressiveness, the chef still smiled at the two of you, and you gave him a thank you, while Megumi only gave him a quick nod. The food having been served in front of the two of you still hot from just recently coming off the grill, you turned to Megumi when he started talking again.
âHave you ever eaten at places like this before?â
Thinking for a moment, before you responded to him, âOnce or twice, with some friends⊠but this oneâs different, the aesthetic of the place looks fancierâŠâ
âReally?â
âYeah⊠think itâs the lighting honestly⊠itâs more⊠I donât know, romantic almost.â
âWell⊠that would be the point.â
You huffed and nudged him, before finally trying the food in front of you. You savored the taste, before making your opinion on it. âOh⊠itâs really good, honestly, the cook did a good job.âÂ
Megumi just hummed in response, looking over your plate after taking a bite of his own meal. âItâs alright⊠nothing specialâŠâ You heard him mutter that last part, and almost giggled at his lingering jealousy.
âCould you cook like this?â
He continued eating, before pausing for a moment.
âDefinitely⊠Gojo couldnât cook growing up, and no offense to Tsumiki, she could definitely cook, but I think I was the best chef to come out of that household.â
âOh, cocky are we?â
Megumi gave you a look at your sentence, he saw the teasing smile on your face, and it couldnât help but be contagious.
â...Itâs the truth, her food wasnât bad, but it was always sweet in some wayâŠâ
âNot a fan of sweets?â
He shook his head a bit, finishing the food in his mouth before speaking. âNot really⊠it over-stimulates my mouth, I donât know how anyone handles overly sweet stuff, like cotton candy or those giant cookies⊠itâs just unhealthy too, and expensive. Itâs a waste of money.â
âWell yeah⊠but when you're in the mood, some money spent on a little sweet treat never hurts anyoneâŠâ
âA gambling addict has said some variation of that sentence before too, and look at those guysâŠâ
You scoffed and shook your head, yet your smile still hadnât disappeared. âThose are nowhere near the same thingâŠâ
âIf you like them, I wonât judge you, but Iâm letting you know now.â You watched as he then took another bite of his food, clearly enjoying it despite his earlier one sided beef with the chef.Â
âIf I got one after this would you share it with me?â
He thought about it for a moment, before sighing. âWell⊠I guess itâd be rude to deny my dateâs requestâŠâ
And he almost regretted his decision the moment he took his third bite of the overly sweet cake you had decided to order after your dinner. You laughed at his expression, as he let the spoon fall a little too dramatically on the plate, while he turned his face away. He knew he wouldnât like it on the first bite, he pushed down the second bite, and just gave up on the last one.Â
âDidnât like it âgumi?â
â...You can finish it.â
â.Ëâźđ§âźË.â
The atmosphere of the romantically lit, elegant Jazz bar offered a much warmer ambience than what the chilly sidewalk you and Megumi had previously been walking down had. You loosely held onto his arm while Megumi led you to a small table with only two seats. A simple but darling candlelit centerpiece decorated your table, along with a cotton tablecloth.Â
Once you had situated yourself at the table, Megumi hesitated for a second before moving to sit down, you looked up at him, wondering what he was doing.
â...Do you want a drink?â
You glanced at the bar along one side of the room, before nodding and telling him your drink order. He then made his way over to the bar, and you observed his familiarity with the place, the way he spoke more casually to the bartender as if he knew him, which he probably did. However you noticed the way the bartender seemed surprised when he looked over and saw you at a table. He turned his attention back to Megumi and it looked like he made a teasing comment, to which your date just rolled his eyes at.Â
After a few more minutes, he made his way back to you holding both your drinks. Placing them down in front of you, he settled into the chair next to you.
âDo you often come watch people play here?â
Megumi trailed his gaze to the front of the room, the small and stylish stage lit up with a warm toned spotlight, along with its polished wood floor.
âIâm not just a rockstar⊠whatâs the point of liking music if you only limit yourself to one genre?âÂ
âThatâs true⊠I mean, there's something good from every type of musicâŠâ
Megumi hummed in agreement, his eyes focused on one of the instruments propped on the back wall of the stage. âExactlyâŠâ
Youâd guess around ten minutes passed by, before you saw a beautifully dressed woman make herself on stage, she carried herself with an atmosphere of elegance yet friendliness, and introduced the first performer of the night. A few seconds after she walked off and you saw a man behind her start to play.
You were immediately mesmerized, and the enchantment only intensified as he continued playing. His music was beautiful, you could say he had a bit of modern influence, but still much respect for the classics. There were a few other people in the background helping create background instrumentals, but the saxophone the main performer played really stole the show.Â
You and Megumi continued watching the whole performance, and at the end when the man said his goodbyeâs to the crowd, Megumi turned to you.
â...What would you think of adding any sort of Jazz influence to rock music?â
You blinked in response, trailing your eyes over his face, noticing a glimmer in his eyes that seemed to contain inspiration.
âLike.. a rock-jazz band?â
He shook his head slightly, before answering, âNo⊠not really but, a few musical influences from it, thereâs a possibility there for a few great songsâŠâ
You hummed in response, âWell, I think thereâs definitely a way to turn it into something, switch some guitar harmonicsâŠâ
He tilted his head slightly, picking up his drink and sipping from it, âDefinitelyâŠâ
You smiled and shook your head. âYouâre such a music nerdâŠâÂ
He only gave you a playful glare at your comment.
It amused you how he seemed to relate everything back to the band if you let him. but you knew better than anyone you admired his dedication and passion.
â.Ëâźđ§âźË.â
After the performances had ended at the bar, Megumi had offered you to come over, and the last thing youâd consider was to turn him down. You walked into his place, already being familiar with the atmosphere of his apartment. A movie had originally been put on, but after the main plot had wandered off so far from the original story, you both concluded it wasnât worth watching anymore. But instead of turning it off, the two of you had ended up getting distracted with short kisses, which had now escalated into a full on makeout session.
Megumi held you close to him, letting you lean onto him, as he tilted his back on the couch to some degree, letting you slowly slip more and more onto his lap. He had run one of his hands up your collarbone, and was now teasingly tugging on your bra strap under the clothes. Just when he was about to make another move, you were both interrupted by a sudden weight pouncing on him, and startled, you pulled away from feeling fur suddenly rub against you, only to laugh when realizing what had happened.Â
Megumi groaned when he was caught off guard by his dog, the large white husky lapping at his face excitedly. Unbeknowningly just having âcockblockedâ his owner.Â
âYou just chose to wake up now huh?â he grumbled out, and although his expression was annoyed, the way he petted and ruffled the dog's fur gave away his true feelings. About to express your surprise, it was just added onto when you saw and felt another black husky wander past your legs.Â
âYou didnât tell me you had dogs!â you announced, excited by the revelation of his pets. The white dog which had previously nudged himself between the two of you, now excitedly turned to you, smelling your face before starting to happily try to lick at your face, only to be pulled back by Megumi.
âWhy didnât I see them last time I was over?â
Successfully getting his white dog to stay back, he sighed and looked at you again. âThey were asleep⊠like they should be right now.â Besides his obviously pointed look at the pair, they only seemed to joyfully watch their owner, clearly just happy to see him.
âThereâs not a thought behind those eyesâŠâ He muttered out, watching as the black dog now attempted to jump up on the couch and make space for himself too.Â
You didnât mind the dogs at all really, running your hands over their furs, and at the first hint of affection from you, they both focused on your presence.Â
âDonât do that⊠they wonât leave you alone after.â You ignored his warning and just laughed at the dogsâ clear playfulness with you. âThat doesnât sound bad at allâŠâ
â...Yeah, until they're suffocating you in your sleep.â
Megumi watched you interact with his pets, and although he was trying to act annoyed, he couldnât hold back the soft smile that eventually formed on his face.
âYâknow⊠itâs cruel if you let them get attached if you donât come over oftenâŠâ
You glanced up at Megumi, looking at him with an intrigued look. â...Are you⊠bribing me Megumi?â He just shrugged in response.Â
âI mean⊠if youâre not actually gonna⊠make anything official⊠itâs cruel to lead them on no?â
You scoffed playfully, â...Are we still just talking about the dogs?â He pretended to ponder for a second, before shrugging again. â...I know weâve only been on one official date but⊠weâve spent enough time together⊠for me to not be considered a weirdo if I asked you out... right?Â
âLike⊠to officially be your girlfriend?â
âYeah, officiallyâŠâ
You thought it over for a moment, watching the hopeful yet nervous look in his eyes. Megumi wanted you, more than he had thought heâd end up so. Your mind tracked back over the past month and a half since you had met him, and besides his original motive for approaching you, you couldnât deny his clear genuine romantic interest in you.Â
âThatâs fine⊠I'd⊠really love that.â
â.Ëâźđ§âźË.â
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HIII GUYS!!! this is my first ever fan fic im sorry itâs like humongous, but i really hoped you enjoyed!!!
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iâm thinking about tuning this one into a series and just writing more story as the band continues to grow, so if you guys are interested pls pls pls let me know!!
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Wild how when I call Shipping Culture oppressively pervasive and awful for any Aro/Ace with the gall to enjoy anything on the Internet, I get called a Fun-Hating Killjoy and told to just shut the fuck up or off myself, no matter how mild or polite my comment is. Wild how when I say a character either is textually Aro/Ace or is easier to read as Aro/Ace than Alloromantic/sexual, people start talking down to me like I'm a child who doesn't know anything, saying "Friendly reminder that Aro(s)/Aces can Date/Have Sex too, just like us Normal People!". As if I don't know anything about my own identity. Wild how when I do either of these things or even just say I'm not into a pairing or uninvested in shipping in general people call me fucking homophobic, even if the (at least popularly perceived - let's be honest, people are wrong half the time) genders of the characters is never once made relevant. Even though their reasoning for me being homophobic is lack of investment in a gay pairing they like, and nothing more. Wild how people throw little baby tantrums at even the gentlest criticism of Shipping Culture, or someone choosing not to engage heavily in it. Wild how they have the audacity to ask, with hostility, what the fuck Aro(s)/Aces are talking about when they say Shipping Culture is hostile to Aro/Ace fans, or ask what's wrong with them when they say that they aren't into Shipping.
It's almost like Bigots don't realize they're being Bigots when they do Bigotry, so just saying you're not a Bigot isn't enough. It's almost like Aro/Ace people know what the hell they're talking about. It's almost like we have a fucking point. It's almost like we're valid in expressing contempt and frustration with the constant expectation to engage with Romance and Sexuality at every waking moment, even if we're Romance and/or Sex Favorable. It's almost like we're tired of getting our identities erased, and we're tired of expecting to "act normal", and we're tired of just taking it when Allos use the Favorable members of our communities as a scapegoat for why they should be allowed to totally erase any of our representation just for their "Harmless Queer Fun" - deliberately, and I mean DELIBERATELY, failing to recognize or acknowledge the character's orientation, and how an A-Spec's personal relationship with and expressions of Love are going to look drastically different from an Allo person's - and call us the Bigots when we even glance in the direction of objection.
It's almost like Allo/Amatonormativity are oppressive forces.
Alloromantics/sexuals are constantly looking for any reason they can to call Aro(s)/Aces unloving, unfeeling, frigid, soulless, cruel. Inhuman. They're looking for any reason they can to call us whiny children, stupid, people who "just haven't found the right one", addressing us only as "Works in Progress", or someone who can have their sexuality corrected with the right stimulus - Conversion Therapy and Corrective Rape are okay when it happens to us, after all. Any reason at all to call us heartless monsters. AlloAces are confused children. They can be fixed. AroAllos are manipulative, unfeeling sexual predators. They can't be fixed - just kill them. AroAces are frigid, mean bitches. They can be fixed. God forbid you're Aplatonic. God forbid you're part of the Repulsed spectrum. God forbid you're one of the Loveless. God forbid you hold any pride in your identity, God forbid you don't keep your mouth shut, God forbid you critique the overinflated importance Allos place onto Love as a concept. God forbid you critique something as asinine and juvenile as fucking Shipping Culture. Do any one of these and you've put a bright red, blazing neon target on your back.
Wild how the only real humans amongst us are the Romance, Sex, and Friendship Favorable who put their head down and mask as Allo, and side with the Allos when their fellow A-Specs get too loud for the comfort of their Allo friend's delicate little fee-fees. After all, Vitriol and Harassment are warranted when an Allo's feelings get slightly hurt that an Aro person says, on their own account, to no one in particular, that they're sick of every tag being 80% Shipping Content. Which is a vehemently evil personal attack, clearly.
Wild.
#this whole post is absolutely teeming with venom btw.#if you take personal offense to this then yes this *is* about you actually. now fix it and dont make it any of our problem ever again.#shipping culture#aromantic#asexual#aroace#aphobia#nekro.txt
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ă»đș â§âËà»ê± Love Languagesă»đș â§âËà»ê±
Included: Isagi, Barou, Nagi, Kunigami, Reo
Synopsis: Different ways the blue lock boys show their love for you âïœĄïœ„:*:
Pairing: male character x gn!reader
a/n: honestly this is all fluff to cleanse my mind of the smut i've been writing. Also I really dislike Isagiâs part but heâs my favoriteeeee đ idk why my writing is so poor
Isagi - words of affirmation
Isagi is your biggest hypeman. He constantly praises you, complementing every single one of your features. More than often, you catch him staring at you like heâs analyzing your face. It would be creepy if his intentions werenât so pure.
âYour eyes are so beautiful Y/Nâ
Every once in a while, he likes to pack you a lunch. Along with the sandwiches and animal shaped fruits he packs you, thereâs always special notes.
âYouâre amazing, donât let anyone tell you otherwise.â
There was one time he was in a rush, and he forgot to write you a little message. Of course, you noticed and were disappointed, as you looked forward to his sentimental messages each time. He acknowledged this, never failing to write you a paragraph.
His favorite phrase consists of three words - I, love, and you. Everyday he makes sure he says it to you at least once, and you can tell that itâs always genuine and from the heart.
Barou - acts of service
Barou doesnât say âI love youâ often, but he definitely shows it. He loves to do everything for you, and will get upset if he sees you doing any task.
âWhatâre you doing? Sit here, Iâll do it.â
Itâs not that he thinks you canât do it, he knows youâre very capable. But he believes that he should be the one to do everything around the house, so you can relax. âAs a good boyfriend should.â he always insists.
Heâs a great cook, and loves to make you all different types of foods. Whatâs more, is that heâs attentive. He takes note of the foods and deserts you like the most, so he can make them more often. And he does the dishes. He hates to see you washing anything, so he does after part as well.
Nagi - quality time
Ever since you guys began dating, youâve been attached at the hip. Everywhere you are, he is. He loves spending time with you, even if heâs just napping next to you while youâre immersed in your favorite book. He trails behind you, even if youâre just walking to the bathroom or the kitchen.
One time he was was napping, and you wanted to go get some takeout. The second he felt the weight of the mattress shift, he woke up.
âWhereâre we going? He spoke in a sleepy voice, set on following you to wherever you weâre planning to go.
You guys donât even need to be doing anything specific, he simply enjoys being in your presence, it makes him feel safe and comfortable.
Kunigami - physical touch
This boy always has to have his hands on you. Not even sexually, he just always has to be touching you in some way. You always find his arm wrapped around your waist, and his fingers intertwined with yours, especially in public. Kunigami has no shame. He will show that he is yours, holding hands and following behind you like a puppy.
Kunigami likes to snake his hand up your shirt and feel your chest. Again, nothing sexual, he just loves feeling as close to you as possible.
âYeâr so warm..â
His favorite hobby is cuddling. He will cuddle you whenever, wherever like a giant teddy bear. In bed, on the couch, on the floor I promise it does not matter. As long as he has you lying on his chest, he will cuddle you whenever he can.
Reo - gift giving
Reoâs mindset is that he has money, so he might as well spend it on you. Every week you end up with a new piece of jewelry and a bouquet of flowers. You insist that he doesnât have to buy you so many gifts all the time, and it makes people think youâre only with him for his money, which youâre not.
âDonât worry about what others are saying, I know you love me. Besides, I can spend my money on whatever I choose.â
Whenever you two go out, he swipes his card like crazy, buying anything that you seem even the littlest bit interested in. Now you guys are walking out of the mall, him carrying 7 bags of whatever with a satisfied smile on his face.
Reo always treats you out to breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the most expensive places. And he buys you little trinkets from wherever he travels so you always have something to remind you of him.
âYou are the best so you deserve the best.â
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EAST OF THE SUN | PART III
"Bastards are supposed to be born of lies and temptation, not love," Jacaerys said, "at least according to the Faith. If we are indeed the bastards of Ser Harwin and my mother, then we are proof that lies and temptation are all that existed between them.â You thought of all the septas and their prayers and Alicent Hightower screaming at you to behave. Bastards are not so different from the daughters of whores, you mused. They see us all as products of sin.
11.1k words, aemond x fem!reader x jacaerys. childhood friends to lovers (except it's cousins), political drama. chapter warnings for targaryen incest and themes of xenophobia/racism and misogyny. dividers from @/cafekitsune.
SERIES SUMMARY & MASTERLIST.
IX. THE EMPRESS
âYou raised the girl to be too clever, Alicent. I fear she cannot be controlled.â
Otto Hightower did not often show weakness, but his voice was heavy with exhaustionâor perhaps frustrationâas he spoke to Alicent. He was poring over the papers you'd put together for your petition earlier in the day: a detailed summary of all of the records of your father's spending in Essos during his diplomatic visits, presented as evidence that none of your inheritance in the Iron Bank was actually Crown wealth. Apparently you'd gone and stolen the ledgers in the middle of the nightâwith the help of that Strong bastard, the one who was besotted with youâand done the maths yourself. All current and past Masters of Coin still aliveâLord Beesbury, Prince Daemon and Tyland Lannisterâexamined your work and could only attest to its accuracy.
It was unprecedented, but not too surprising to Alicent. Of all your lessons as a noble ladyâin the Seven, in dancing, in needlework, and so onâyou really only ever paid attention to arithmetic and household stewardship. So I may someday be a competent wife and oversee my husbandâs affairs, you once explained to Alicent, after my Queen chooses a match for me, of course. When Alicent then advised you that most men enjoyed graceful women who could sing and dance, you had replied to her that you did not want to marry a manâyou wanted to marry a lord.
Just as you and your father want me for me, do you not? you had asked. I do not wish to disappoint either of you in that regard. It would be no good for any of us if I married a man who tossed me aside because he met a woman more graceful than I could ever be. But if I kept his household running flawlessly and his accounts full of gold? Well, he might eventually take another lover, but he would never want to take another wife.
You had been so young when youâd said thatâyounger than sheâd been when she wed King Viserys, but no less aware. Alicent understood your play then, and she never chided you for neglecting your needlework ever again.
âThe girl has a talent for figures,â Alicent admitted. âShe has a keen eye for household management.â
âFigures?â Otto laughed in a way that sounded derisive. âItâs not the maths that impressed me. You can hire any steward to do maths. No, it was her foresight in stealing those ledgers. And the way she talked in the throne roomâgods, can she talk!â He laughed, though it was entirely mirthless. âThough I suppose Rhaenyra may have prepared her. The blacks have never been interested in her before, but now it seems that they want her as an ally.â
It did look that way during the petition, with Daemon backing you every time the Hand seemed to corner you. As usual, the man could hardly string together a coherent argument, but he did not need to. What really mattered to all the smallfolk and nobles watching your petition was that every time Otto alluded to your disgrace of a mother and your mongrel pedigree, Daemon never let them forget that you were also a trueborn Targaryen.
You would steal from your kin by marriage? he asked. You would deny her birthright? You would spit in her fatherâs legacy, after all he has done for the Realm? You would disrespect my niece?
Niece. Alicent found it laughable. Daemon had never spared you a glance as you grew up in the Red Keep, nor did Rhaenyra.
âOf course they want her as an ally,â Alicent said, her words sharp with frustration. âRhaenyra ignored the girl when she had nothing, but now that sheâs come into enough wealth to hire an entire army of sellswords and more, the princess is suddenly her greatest benefactor.â
Alicent was wroth to think of it. She had wanted no part in raising you, had resented you for it when her husband charged her with the duty. She could hardly manage her own children, let alone some foreign waif who was loath to speak the Common Tongue and threw tantrums whenever she was forced to pray at the Sept. Worse yet, your mother had been a bed slave from Lysâa country of harlots, criminals, and sinâand Alicent knew, just knew by looking at you, that you were likely to end up equally sullied. It was in your blood.
But you had no mother.
You were at court, a young and lost girl, and you were entirely motherless. She still remembered how you wept after your mother kissed you goodbye, the way that you would sneak off to Blackwater Bay just to wait for your father to return. Alicentâs heart ached for you then, for she too knew how horrible court could be for a young and motherless girl.
Rhaenyra was your kin by blood. She should have looked out for you. She had been more than capable, but she was too busy with her sham marriage and bastard children and that paramour of hers. What could Alicent do but care for you instead? You had no mother.
The Seven would have never forgiven Alicent if she simply left you to the wolves of the court. She could not leave you to her fatherâs court. You would not have survived. You would have been married off at ten-and-two to some lord thirty years your senior, tortured in your marriage bed until you were swollen with child while still a child yourself. Alicent could not let it happen.
Even if Alicent would never love youâand she knew she never wouldâshe knew she must still care for you.
And today she watched as you spat in the face of her protection. How you paralyzed her when you turned to Daemon and chided him: I am familiar with the prudence and wisdom of Her Grace, as well as her kindness, you'd said. I know she would never intentionally try to take someoneâs rightful inheritance. It is merely an ambiguity of the law that has led us here. She only thinks of the Realm.
Said in front of King Viserys, with his daughter-heir in the room? Alicent had no choice but to support your position, lest she look like a scheming traitor.
And the worst thing about it was that, despite her fatherâs ponderings, Alicent knew that Rhaenyra had not coached you to say that. For she had raised you, and she knew your talent for speech and for peopleâand she knew those words came from you alone, and you had learned how to say them from watching Alicent.
Rhaenyra could have never taught you how to appeal to people like that. Rhaenyra had no need, for she could always do whatever she pleased. She could flout the rules and disrespect the entire court, and King Viserys would only protect her. But youâjust like Alicentâcould not. For you had no mother, and you had no father, and you were the daughter of a foreign whore. All you had was Alicent, and for your sake she tried to make you disavow your sinful mother, for your sake she tried to make you find the light of the Seven, for your sake she tried to beat out of you your wilful nature. For your sake she tried to save your soul from both the Seven Hells and from the judgemental eyes of the Red Keep, the lords and ladies who saw nothing but a sinful whore when they looked at you. But you always resisted, as if you wanted to be a pariah, as if you wanted to suffer despite her best effortsâbut Alicent could not hate you.
How could she hate a powerless girl without a mother?
âI do not think it was Rhaenyra who taught her how to speak in court,â Alicent voiced, thinking of all the hours you spent watching petitions, watching her. âRhaenyra does not know how to handle herself with such grace nor subtlety.â
âAh. So it was your influence.â Her father laughed, sounding genuinely amused. âIf only you had raised Aegon to have even half the talentâthen perhaps the King would have changed his mind about his succession.â
Alicentâs fingers tightened, and then she found herself picking at her nails.
âIt is no fault of mine that Aegon was born with his disposition,â she said. âI tried my best.â
âYou did,â Otto agreed. âYou did not fail in all regards. Aemond, at the very least, has talent. Were he your firstborn son and that girl born a Targaryen princessâmy, imagine the power they could have on the Iron Throne together. Our family would be untouchable. A pity.â
Alicentâs jaw tightened. She could not hate you, but she also could not stand to think of you sullying any of her sons. Your influence on them had already done irreparable damage. Your habit of tempting men had already driven Aegon into terrorising innocent women with his lust, and whatever silk-sweet words you whispered into Aemondâs ears had turned her lovely boy into someone cold and distant.
NoâAlicent could not imagine you wedded to either of them.
âA pity, but there is no use in mourning it,â she dismissed. âAemond will be matched to a respectable lady of the realm, and we will use the girl to buy the loyalty of a useful lordâas was always your plan.â
âYes. My plan.â Otto looked at your papers thoughtfully. âI think we will need to make haste with her marriage. The blacks intend to ally with her, and I believe she is too ambitious to decline their offer. We cannot let her inheritance fall into Rhaenyraâs handsâwe shall need to find her a match and send her someplace else immediately.â
Alicent swallowed. She had hoped to push for your match to a Northern house. She knew you would be happiest in the Northâwith people who worshipped the Old Gods, and a husband who was far enough removed from the politics of court to care much about your heritage. Starks were known for their honour, and the Warden in the North had carried himself with great dignity during his time at court. She knew that Cregan Stark would not have mistreated you. Lord Manderlyâs son seemed promising as well, and the young Lord Bolton would have been keen for a dragon. But the political benefits of those matches were modest at best, uncertain at worstâAlicent knew her father would not have chosen any of those betrothals for you.
You had no mother. Only she could defend you.
âAnd where,â she asked carefully, âwould we find a match on such short notice?â
She hoped for Lord Stokeworth or the Tully boy. The former was kind and the latter was dutiful, and she had already convinced her father of both proposals. But when the Hand smiled, his eyes glinting sharp, she knew it was neither of them.
âIt is, in some ways, fortunate that she is so clever,â he replied. âThe Tyrells have been here for the past few days on their own business, and they watched her petition. They were quite impressed with her and have made an offer to take her as a wardâand to eventually marry her to one of their sons.â
Her eyes widened. The Tyrells were one of the great houses, and ordinarily would only be interested in a betrothal with a Targaryen prince or princess. âWas it the talent they wanted,â she asked, âor the gold?â
âThe gold for the marriageâand her dragon, of course. But the talent is why they want her as a ward.â
Alicent considered the offer. They likely wanted to groom you for something, and as long as it was not dancing or needlework, it would keep you happily busy. You may eventually find yourself content with such an arrangement. But she could not help but feel that something was amiss. The Tyrells kept strongly to the Faith, and they cared greatly for status. They would not be so eager to take someone like you into their family.
âAnd which son would they want to squander upon her?â Alicent asked.
âThe bastard they just legitimised. To wed a Targaryen lady with a dragon would be quite the achievement for such a manâhardly a squander.â
âYou wish to marry her to Arthur Flowers?â she asked, appalled.
âOf course. We are buying the son of a great house with her. The son of our liege lord!â
âArthur Flowers is a bastard and a raper!â
âArthur Tyrell is now a legitimate son of the family controlling the Reach!â Otto sighed. âDo not detest me for this, Alicent. We will need to secure all the help we can get when the succession of the Iron Throne is contested.â Otto gave her a severe look. âAnd remember,â he added, âthis has always been your plan too. You have always wanted to use the girl for the sake of your own childrenâor would you rather that Rhaenyra use her instead?â
Alicent could not say anything. She could not stop this match, she realised. No one would speak in your defence, for you had no motherâyou only had her. And Alicent, at the end of the day, was not your mother.
She was a Hightower.
X. TEMPERANCE
The edge of the Kingswood today was peaceful. The sky was a clear blue; the birdsong was a soft warble in your ears. Vhagarâwho was old and liked to rest when she was not at warâwas calm beneath you, her saddle rising and falling with the rhythm of her breath. Aemond, never one to chatter, was equally quiet. Even though Vhagar had been at rest for a while, your arms were still wrapped tight around his waist, and your cheek was pressed against his back.
You had not held or been held since your parents departed from Kingâs Landing. Given your reputation, it was impossible for you to touch anyone without setting off whispers, and none of the septas who cared for you had any desire to touch youâyour blood was too dirty for it. But sharing a dragon with another person offered a kind of analogue to an embrace; allowed you to feel close to someone without raising brows. You would never admit such a thing aloud, but you liked to ride with people partly because of that.
Aemond was, of course, the only person in Kingâs Landing who would ever ride with you on any dragon. Ordinarily you would limit contact with himâhe did not strike you as a person who particularly liked being touched, and you did not want to scare him offâbut you needed to feel close to someone today. You had just spent three days without sleep to prepare for your petition, and during the manic rush of having won it, was approached by Alicent Hightower with dampening news of your betrothal. She'd finished her announcement by requesting that you plan your fatherâs funeral; it was plainly an attempt to ruin any happiness by reminding you to grieve.
Too proud to show weakness, youâd agreed and committed to yet another three days without sleep.
But you were plainly exhausted. You did not want to think about the funeral. You did not want to think about your betrothal. You did not want to think of anything at all. You simply wanted to relax, wanted to feel safe and warm next to someone, so now you were sitting with Aemond in the most desolate place you could find, the both of you on Vhagarâs saddle.
âI'm afraid I'll fall off if I let go,â you explained to Aemond, when he asked why you were still holding him.
âBut we are not in the air.â
âVhagar likes to buck and fightâshe could kick me off at any moment.â
âVhagar is very calm right now. And she likes you. She feels at ease around you.â
âI suppose that's true.â You closed your eyes, enjoying the warmth of him. âI'm fond of riding her too.â
Despite his questions, Aemond did not protest to your touch. He merely hummed, after which a long silence passed. Larks kept calling out, their songs a beautiful trill in your ears. The day was windy; the trees whispered loudly in the sky. To anyone a distance away, the noise of the forest would surely mask your voicesâas long as you kept them low.
âI'm betrothed to someone now,â you said quietly. It was not quite upset, but your voice sounded oddly fragile.
âHm.â Aemond did not sound bothered; instead, he seemed pensive. âTo whom?â
âThe Tyrells. The bastard they just legitimised.â You opened your eyes, staring at the rustling trees. The scenery of the Reach would be similar, you found yourself thinking, for it was close byâtoo close for your liking.
âThe Tyrells,â Aemond repeated thoughtfully. âThe Hightowers are their bannermen. Otto Hightower wishes to trade you for the guaranteed support of his liege, and at the same time he will ensure that your inheritance will not fall into Rhaenyra's hands. It seems my grandsire has done exactly what you predicted.â
âAs I said,â you replied bitterly, âhis daughter raised me. I know how your family thinks.â
âAs do I.â You felt him shift; he may have been looking back at you. âDo you know anything about Ser Arthur?â
âNothing other than that heâs fought in the Dornish Marches. He displayed great feats during battleâI heard many tales in the Throne Room during their petition. Ser Criston looked strangely at him the whole time, though.â Your brow furrowed. âI wonder why.â
âThey may have served together, or else he may have some kind of reputation within the Marches,â Aemond mused. âI will ask Ser Criston later.â
âDo tell me what he says. I would like to know the character of my future husband.â Your arms tightened around Aemond. The day was not particularly cold, but you found yourself clinging to him. âI need all the knowledge I can of the Tyrells before I leave. Surely Highgarden cannot be worse than the Red Keep, but I want no surprises.â
âYou have already resigned yourself to being taken away.â You felt Aemond touch your hand; you nearly jumped before realising he was only adjusting his chains. âI told you that I would handle the matter of your betrothal.â
âWhat can you do?â you asked miserably. âThe Queen has already agreed, and who knows what kind of marriage your grandsire will force me into if I offend the Tyrells by outright rejecting them. I would not put it past the Hand to tie me up and send me away in the middle of the night, at this point.â You pressed your forehead into Aemondâs back, sighing. âWill you take me to Braavos so I may escape the mummery of the Red Keep? If we leave on Vhagar now, we may be there by the morrow.â
Vhagar beneath you rumbled, as if in complaint. âAh,â you said, âyour old lady seems unwilling to carry us. I suppose I'm done for.â
Aemond laid a hand on your wrist, perhaps searching for another chain. You did not push it away. âYou need not offend the Tyrells,â he said. âWhen the time comes, simply play along as needed. You will not be held accountable for whatever may come.â
âWill you be held accountable? The guilt would eat me alive, if you were.â
He hummed. âIf I were, it would not affect my standing greatly. You know I would not make such a misstep.â
âI suppose.â You allowed yourself to feel, for just one moment, reassured. Aemond was one of those few players in court who felt both reliable and safe, or at least not openly malicious. Perhaps to others, but not you. It was not unlikely that he could solve this all.
The breeze changed. You realised that your excuses to cling onto him had dwindled. âI suppose we should dismount now,â you said mournfully. âComeâletâs enjoy the woods, as we said we would.â
âI don't feel much like looking at trees today,â Aemond said. âWould you like to fly along the bay instead? The whole length of the shore.â
You lifted your head to give him an incredulous look. âThat will take at least an hour in flight.â
âThen I suppose you will need to hold me for an hour. I do hope that wonât be a bother.â
It took you a beat to realise what he'd just offered, but once you did, you squeezed him tightly.
âAs long as there is no complaint from Vhagar,â you said. âI know the lady likes her rest.â
Vhagar clicked beneath you, more agreeable now to your request. âShe will do what I want,â Aemond reassured you. âDragons are influenced by the desires of their riders.â
âSo you want to nap and lounge all day like an elderly woman?â
You could hear the amusement in his voice when he replied, âNot terribly, though it is an option for us today if you wish.â
How lovely that would be, you thought. If you could lie with Aemond in the grass, shielded from the sun by Vhagar, and spend the afternoon slumbering. To ignore the funeral you needed to plan, the grief you had been procrastinating, the bridegroom you needed to meet.
Unfortunately, Aemond was not such a lout that he would waste the day like that, and you had your own responsibilities. You could not run for long from the death of your parents, from the ramifications of this inheritance mess. It was better to face it all promptly, matching the cold efficiency that the Hightowers operated with. That was how you had survived all these years, after all: matching the Hightowers.
But at the very least, you could allow yourself one more hour of delay.
âNapping would be nice,â you admitted, âbut I'd rather spend the time in flight.â
âAs you wish, my lady.â
Vhagarâs wings began to beat, ancient but mighty. The trees swayed and rattled from the gust of her flight. The chains around your waist shook with the force of the great beast, but they held steadfastâbinding you to Aemond, their hold inescapable.
X. DEATH, UPRIGHT
âDracarys.â
A brilliant fire roared to life, consuming a boat drifting peacefully by the shore. Emerald flames erupted from the wood, devouring shimmering Qartheen jewels and priceless Myrish silksâall the belongings of your father.
Your fatherâs dragon had died in his youth. In her absence, it was Wildfyre who was chosen to set the pyre aflame in this sham of a funeral. The fire was the colour of alchemical wildfire, though given your dragonâs middling age of ninety-and-three, they of course burned much hotter. Despite being grown and having lived through both war and death, though, Wildfyre still behaved like a child: screeching and roaring and squawking miserably as the pyre burned, as if crying in your stead.
Your own face was bone-dry. You only stared dully at the pile of burning valuables, which were meant to be a substitute for your fatherâs body.
Technically, all of the objects in the pyre belonged to the Crown, but in a fit of spite you had publicly petitioned to the Hand to have them burned in the funeral. In a throne room where various nobles and smallfolk spectatedâmost of whom were already sympathetic to you, after you had to argue for your own inheritance just two days beforeâOtto Hightower had no choice but to grant your request, lest he look like a monster. You were glad to see all the treasures burning to ash in front of him, all that wealth forever out of his reach.
The Hand and the Queen had not appreciated this insult; neither of them offered their condolences during the ceremony, and likely only came out of obligation. Your closest kin offered no real words of consolation either. Aegon was so grossly uncomfortable during the affair that he could not make eye contact with you; Helaena only gave you a mournful and disconcerting stare, as if she were grieving you instead of your father.
Aemond, though very dear to you, was equally clumsy with handling you in your grief. He stood by your side and asked if you were well, to which you only gave him a long, dead-eyed stare. You had just spent three days without sleep to prepare for your petition during which his grandsire wrung you out; then you spent another two days without sleep to prepare for a funeral at which you thought no one would grieve.
Of course you were not well.
None of Alicent Hightowerâs children had ever experienced loss; that much was clear. It was different with your other cousins, however; Luke, Jace, Baela, and Rhaena neatly offered their sincere condolences. I'm so sorry, they all said, before taking your hands and squeezing. I am always here if you need company. Say the word and I will come by.
You absolutely would not take them up on the offer, but you did appreciate it.
Surprisingly, though, you were not entirely alone in your mourning. King Viserys had asked to delay the funeral until he was well enough to attend, and he now stood in the front, watching solemnly. Beside him was Prince Daemon, who for once seemed subdued and reflective. You were not sure what to make of Rhaenyraâs face, which seemed appropriately mournful, but potentially inauthentic. She had actually known your father as a child, though they were not close, and she never involved herself with you when you were a child except for when Jace wanted to play with you.
You supposed it was Prince Daemon and King Viserys who had the greatest right to grief, perhaps even more than you. You had known your father for ten years; they had known him for nearly thirty. Daemon sought you out shortly after the service, speaking in Pentoshi Valyrian.
âYour father was the only person who brought us news of our aunt in Volantis,â he said. âHe always saw that she fared wellâdid he ever tell you that?â
âNo,â you replied honestly, and with great surprise. âHe never mentioned her.â
âIt was how he knew your mother,â Daemon said. âThe Lysene pillowhouse that Saera once worked inâyour mother was a courtesan there. She introduced them to one another.â
You were stunned by the news. Saera Targaryen had been exiled and King Jaehaerys had forbidden the rest of the family from ever speaking with her again. To think that your father had not only sought her out anyway, but had found your mother through her, was shocking.
âI did not think my father would break his uncleâs decree,â you said.
âDefiance was in your fatherâs spirit. I do believe you inherited it.â
âThank you,â you said. You were deeply confusedâthis was probably the fifth time in your life you'd ever spoken to the Rogue Prince, for he scared you when you were a child, and he himself did not care much for toddlers. You did not think he could be so kind. âPerhaps defiance is in our blood. My father always spoke highly of your exploits, and he respected Princess Saera as well.â
The corner of Daemonâs mouth lifted in something that could not really be called a smile, but was probably meant to be a sign of approval. âThose born of fire and blood have a tendency to be untameable. Your father and I were not just kinâwe were kindred. If you wish for the company of like-minded peopleââDaemon glanced at the Hightowers and their childrenâârather than those who disapprove of us⊠do seek me out.â
King Viserys, with his missing eye hidden by a patch, offered fewer words, but more heartfelt: âI have always tried to care for you in my cousinâs stead,â he said. âNothing about that will change in his death.â
You bowed. âThank you, my King.â
He laid a hand, shaking and emaciated but warm, on your shoulder.
âI regret that I am no longer well enough to spend time with you in your hour of grief, but I know that my children and grandchildren will keep your loneliness at bay.â
He did not mention Queen Alicent, nor did you. âI will be grateful for their company in my mourning,â was all you said.
Truthfully, though, anyoneâs company would likely make you scream. You did not feel like coddling anyone as they struggled over what they should say to you after you lost a man that none of them had known. All you wanted to do was sneak back to either your rock by the sea or the dung pit to cry in absolute solitude, but now that Aegon and Aemond knew both of your misery spots, that was not an option.
Your expression was grim as you left the funeral site, and you prayed that no one would disturb you in your self-pityâbut to your displeasure, Jace had been thoughtful enough to wait for you.
âI was worried about you,â he said, so gently that you wanted to throw up.
âYou need not be,â you replied stiffly. âI did all my grieving for my father while I was working through those ledgers.â
Jacaerys had helped you sort through the books when you were crying too hard to read clearly, so you knew he was being genuine when he replied, âI know. ButâŠâ
âBut?â
âIt's just,â he started, and you could hear the hesitation in his voice, âis there to be a service for your mother?â
You stared dumbly. He sounded earnest when he explained, âI would like to attend, if there is one planned.â
âNo,â you replied, and your voice sounded oddly strangled, and your throat hurt terribly. âNo, there is not one planned. No one asked me to make arrangements for one, so I did not.â
âWould you rather that there wasn't one?â
âI had not thought about itâI did not think there was anyone who would like to come,â you admitted, which made you feel both horrible and sorry for yourself, and suddenly you were turning around to wipe away at your eyes. Oh, how you longed to be in the dung pit right now.
âWhy would you even want to come?â you asked, sniffling. âYou did not know her.â
âI would want to come for you,â Jacaerys said simply, and the sob that came out of you was so ugly that you felt embarrassed. Not once did you cry like this while reading through all the Iron Bank ledgers, but for some reason, the thought of your mother hurt your heart so much that you did not know how else to release the pain but with the most guttural sobs possible.
You felt a hand on your shoulder. You noticed then that you had crouched down to cry into your knees, and Jace had lowered himself to sit with you.
âWhen Ser Harwin died,â he said quietly, âLuke and I were not allowed to attend his funeral.â
âOh,â you said, lip wobbling. You did not know where he was going with this.
âWe still wanted to say goodbye, though, so instead we went to the Kingswood and buried the training swords he gave us when we were little. We did it alone.â
âO-oh.â More tears welled up as you realised what he was about to ask.
âI know you have not been allowed a proper funeral for your motherâbut is there anything you would want to do, to say goodbye?â
You could not manage a yes, so you instead let out a whimpering sob.
âMeet me at the hour of the wolf tonight, at the bottom floor of the Kitchen Keep,â you said once you were coherent again, and Jacaerys nodded.
XI. DEATH, REVERSED
After Prince Velarion cast your mother out of the Red Keep, the septas, in their unending grace, offered you a kind of cruel consolation: Your mother was always going to be cast out anyway, they told you. She was merely a whore, seducing your father with temptation rather than marrying him out of love. He was always going to free himself from her spell and find the Seven again. This was inevitable.
They also told you, You were not a child born of love. You were born of sin and temptation. Your mother was bound to leave you as well, for her feelings for you were disingenuous; how can a whore love an accident of her sins? But nowâher influence is gone, and you can find the love of the Seven instead.
And when Alicent Hightower said, Stop crying, sweetling, the septas are speaking the truthâthis is all for the better, you realised that you would always hate her and her Faith.
Maybe you could have found the Seven if it were not for her words, but she ruined her gods for you with that one sentence. You burned your copy of the Seven-Pointed Star; you kicked and screamed as the septas dragged you to the High Septonâs service; you called Alicent a monster when she struck you for your misbehaviour. So horrific was her treatment of you that even Aegonâwho had often been on the receiving end of her strikes himselfâfelt sorry for you.
Not that he actually helped you, of course. Only Aemond spent any time with you though it all, sitting next to you in the dragon pit as you cried.
You did not believe any of it, of course. You were not a child born of sin, for your mother and father loved each other. Your father did so much for your motherâtold her he loved her in her mother tongue, grew persimmon trees in the courtyard to keep her homesickness at bay, lit nightfires for her so she could pray to Râhllor. Your father loved her so much that he took her to Lys and decided to stay, even if it meant leaving you.
There was no way he didn't love her. There was no way they didn't love you.
There was no way, and this was what you told yourself every time you heard those whispers: She merely seduced him. She merely used him. He did not truly love her. How could a prince truly love a whore?
And her daughterâthat girl is a child of sin. How could they have loved her?
You had become so skilled at ignoring it all, and nearly delighted in being irreverent of it. But despite all of your efforts to laugh at the gossipmongers and the septas, several years of whispers now echoed in your ear as you made your way to the Kitchen Keep. They nicked at your heart, and you wished your mother and father were here to dispel them. But your father was a pile of bones somewhere on Bloodstone, and your mother was lost to the sea.
Your heart was so heavy with these thoughts that you did not say anything to Jace and Luke when they met you at the Keep. You merely dumped two piles of firewood and kindling in their arms and beckoned them to follow you. You led them up a long flight of stairs, carrying a bundle of beautiful silks, until you had all reached the top of some decrepit tower.
The winds were calm tonight, a cool breeze rather than a violent gust. It made it easier to light up the old fire pitâyou struggled only a little before you remembered how.
âMy mother and father used to come here at night,â you finally explained, your voice tired. âIt is a practice at Red Temples in Essos to burn nightfires like this. They are meant to allow Râhllor to protect us from the dark. But there are no such temples in Kingâs Landing, so my father would do this instead to comfort my mother.â
Jacaerys and Lucerys both listened quietly as they sat next to you, faces lit up by the crackling heat. Luke was not very close with youâyou had always felt too awkward befriending him, after the incident with Aemondâs eyeâbut he had wanted to come to help you honour your mother, so sorry he was for your grief.
He seemed genuinely interested when he asked, âDoes it bring you comfort too?â
âIt reminds me of my mother,â you said, and the two brothers nodded in understanding.
âAnd those silks you're carrying?â Jace asked.
âThings of my motherâs that we found in my fatherâs room.â You looked at them balefully as you took a piece out of the bundle, revealing a golden scarf with Lysene embroidery. âI thinkâI think I should burn them. I don't have anything else of hers.â
The two of them nodded. You fed the silk to the nightfire, watched as it ate through the gold thread. Your heart clenched as it burned to ash; you had so many times imagined that your mother was wearing this scarf as she walked by the harbours of Lys, holding your fatherâs hand.
âI always thought,â you said quietly, âthat my father took my mother to Lys and loved her too much to come back.â
The both of them stayed silent. Waited.
âButââyour brow twingedââI do not know what to think anymore. People always said my mother was a whore, you know? That my father married her out of pure lust and would eventually leave her. I always thought they were wrong, because he stayed in Lys and gave up his position here, all because he loved her too much to leave her. But now I don't know what to think.â
You did not know if he truly loved her. If the sword and the silks and even you were really evidence of his love, and not simply evidence that he was doting on his pretty concubine. If the ceremony in the Great Sept of Baelor was truly proof of their devotion, or if it was the impulsive decision of an infatuated man. For your father was supposed to be in Lys, loving your mother too much to return, spending the rest of his days with her in the Essosi sunâbut instead he was a pile of bones, and she was lost forever.
You felt a familiar wetness on your face, a burn in your eyes that had nothing to do with smoke.
âBut if he had stayed,â Luke asked quietly, hesitantly, âdoesn't that mean he would have abandoned you?â
âThat would have been fine,â you replied truthfully. âAnd I thoughtâI thought they'd visit someday, and I would get to see them again then. At the very least they'd love me enough for that.â
At the very least, you would for one last time be held by people who loved you.
You bit your trembling lip. Now that you'd said it all out loud, you were uncertain if you made sense. âIs it strange that I'm questioning it all now? That for nearly twenty years I believed steadfastly in their love, but now that they are gone, I do not know what to think?â
Neither of them said anything. Luke was looking down; Jace was staring into the flames.
âI wish I could ask them,â you whispered, and this seemed to strike Jace.
âI do not think it strange to question it.â Jacaerys did not look at you, but you knew he was not lying. âI have thought about it many timesâabout the relationship between my mother and Ser Harwin. I always thought they loved each other and that they loved us, when I was littleâbut now I'm not so sure. And I cannot ask him, no matter how much I wish for it.â
You gave him a long look, and you were strangely hopefulâas if the knowledge that Ser Harwin loved the three of them would somehow mean that your father loved you and your mother too.
âI do not think,â Jacaerys finally confessed, âthat my mother loved Ser Harwin.â
Your heart was wrenched with pain.
âOh,â you said quietly. âWhy?â
âShe did not cry after he died.â Jace sounded odd, his voice terse but brittle. âShe did not cry and she told us that we shouldn't cry either. Like he meant nothing to us. I think now that he was a distraction for her, or a plaything. If the court whispers are true, then it is not the first time she would have done such a thing.â
âThat can't be true,â you protested, perhaps too desperately. Rhaenyra had to have loved him. She risked her station just to bear his childrenâjust like how your father lost his to have you.
But Jace seemed disconsolate. âWhy not?â He gave you a wry look. âBastards are supposed to be born of lies and temptation, not loveâat least according to the Faith. If we are indeed the bastards of Ser Harwin and my mother, then we are proof that lies and temptation are all that existed between them.â
You thought of all the septas and their prayers and Alicent Hightower screaming at you to behave. Bastards are not so different from the daughters of whores, you mused. They see us all as products of sin.
âFuck the Faith,â you hissed, and Jace seemed startled, as if not expecting the edge to your voice, but you did not falter. âI do not believe a person as kind as you could have been born of anything other than love.â
Jaceâs eyes widened a little, but then his face settled into a kind of smile. Small, but gentle nevertheless.
âThen I do not think that you could have been born of anything else either.â
The corner of your mouth lifted. You turned back to the fire, eyes still hot, but a little less watery. Your fingers gripped the red-and-gold silk remaining in your handsâyour motherâs wedding veilâand you meant to feed it to the nightfire, but you did not. You did not want to let it go.
You did not want to let her go.
âIâve always thought that,â you confessed, âmy mother loved me enough to someday come back to Kingâs Landing. She promised me, you know. She said she would.â
Jace gave you a soft look. âI'm sure she meant it.â
You wiped your eyes again. âWhy do you think so?â
âJust a feeling.â He went quiet for a little, hesitating. But eventually he shared, âSer Harwin said he would come back someday. He died, of course, butââJace looked downââI believe he was telling the truth. He loved us, I think.â
You nodded, and the squeeze around your heart finally eased. It was entirely illogical, but you somehow knew this was true: Ser Harwin loved his children; that meant that your parents must have loved you too. It only made sense. Your father had wanted to come back for you after one hundred days. Your mother wanted to return after your grandsire died. She loved you so much that she would cross the seas for you again.
She must have crossed the seas again.
Your fingers gripped the veil even harder. Your eyes felt heavy, five days without proper sleep wearing them down. You fought to keep them open.
âYou're tired,â Jace said. âYou should go back to your room and rest.â
âNo,â you said, but your eyelids were fluttering shut anyway, and you felt yourself start to sway. âNoâthe fire is supposed to burn all night. Until the dawn breaks and the light of Râhllor returns to us.â
âWill that bring you comfort, if it burns until daybreak?â he asked. You began to lie downâcurling up on the stone floor.
You answered with your eyes closed: âIt will remind me of my mother.â
You entered a strange dream after that, or perhaps a memory. You were sitting around the nightfire with your parents, a child once more. You were shivering and crying, for the wind was cold, and the night was dark and full of terrors. But your father had you lie down, your head in his lap, and he covered you with his cloak as your mother ran her fingers through your hair, and they held you. They loved you. You knew they loved you, and they loved each other too. Your father went to Lys and loved your mother so much that he never came back. Your mother loved you so much that she crossed the Narrow Sea once more just to see you.
And you would, for one last time, be held by someone who loved you.
(When you woke up in your bed the next morning, you were covered by a cloak that smelled of nightfire and dreams.)
END PART III
notes: FUN FACT when i was a teenager i was extremely obsessed over sansan and the cloak = marriage metaphor had a formative influence on me and that has definitely come thru in this fic lol. anyway - thank you for reading!!! i would greatly appreciate it if you reblogged & drop a line if you enjoyed this chapter! <3
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Bucky is high-key appalled by the lack of chivalry and politeness exhibited by the men of the twenty first century. Can't fathom that men ignore women on the train or bus who need seats, that doors aren't being opened for women, seats aren't being pulled out, space isn't made for women as they pass packs of men on the sidewalk. There are many things in this new age world that Bucky can't wrap his head around, but the disregard for women is something he'll never understand, so he opens doors for ladies if they are both going in the same building, vacates seats when there is a woman around in need of space. He can't help it, having grown up in a world entirely different to the one he is now. It is second nature and comes as quickly as breathing, but it stuns you a little the first time you get treated like that. You swoon at the fact Bucky holds the door for you, lets you pass before him, makes sure you walk on the safer side of the pavement, holds your hand when you cross the road, makes sure you get the food and drinks first, offers to drive and pay for date nights, the list is endless. Still, for once in your adult dating life, you don't question the sincerity of his words as they are backed up by actions.
"Did something happen to men while I was gone?" Bucky's confused voice floats down the hall of your apartment as he strides in, kicking his shoes off and placing them neatly on the rack by the bathroom door.
"What do you mean?" You look up from your spot on the couch, laptop sitting on your raised legs. "Like, did they go extinct and come back?"
Bucky reaches the living room and shucks off his jacket and gloves to hang over the chair before coming to the couch and plopping beside you. A soft kiss is pressed to your cheek, stubble grazing your skin as he mumbles a greeting before settling into the plush sofa.
"I mean, did they lose all manners?" he shakes his head in disbelief, hands splaying out in frustrated emphasis. "Do men not open doors for women? Or move out of the way for them on the side walk?"
You close the laptop and stow it away on the small shelf of the coffee table, no longer focusing on the information packets Tony had sent you early this morning.
"What happened?" You ask, reaching up to card your fingers through his hair, enjoying how he melts into your touch.
"I just watched a bucnh'a men in suits practically push a woman out of the way to get through the door." he sighs, clearly exasperated at the lack of respect for other humans. "And then they didn't even hold the door for her! They just let it swing closed. How do they act on dates? I doubt they pay."
You hum, letting his rant continue.
"And I was on the line."
"Online." you correct gently, spiking his hair up with your fingers, the shorter strands finally obeying you.
"I was online," he rectifies. "and I saw this video of a woman talking about a man getting angry that she wasn't gonna go home with him after the first date."
"Please tell me that never happened to you." His attention shifts to you now, genuine distress simmering in his blue eyes, and when you don't answer, he becomes distraught.
"Doll, no," Bucky shakes his head as if you confessed to the murder of his beloved stuffed animal. "Come on, you gotta be joking."
"It was years ago! I was young and stupid and didn't know my worth." You shrug, obviously not as upset as your counterpart. âI've learnt my lesson. I know I am worth at least two dinners now." The joke falls flat as Bucky stares, not amused.
"It's a joke, Buck."
"I know, but I don't like it." He grumbles, folding his arms across his chest like a child. "Don't like that you were treated like that."
"Well, good thing I've got you now, huh?" you abandon his hair, stroking the back of your fingers over his stubbly cheek.
Bucky pouts. "Still don't like it. You deserved better."
You kiss his cheek, feeling his cheeks round as he smiles. "You're too good to me, Mr. Barnes." another kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Even if we did sleep together on the first date."
"Hey! That wasn't the same. We knew each other before that." Bucky protests as you stand from the couch, walking to the kitchen to start on dinner. "At least I paid!"
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Hellooo. I am here to hurt everyone's feelings. This is a Viktor x reader however it will spoil season 2 act 1 so! Make sure you've seen that before reading this.
No use of y/n and its gender neutral!! It is angst but I hope y'all enjoy
Vik Masterlist
The gathering sat in circles around him. A barren scrap yard that had been used for shimmer addicts now brimming with a new hope.
These people, his followers were waiting for something. And you had no clue what but you felt relief seeing him on his feet.
It was a surprise reaching the lab after taking the break Jayce insisted on, just to find out Viktor had woken up and left. Thinking about it made your blood boil again. Storming out the lab to find the man who had awoken.Â
It was off putting how quiet everyone was. They didn't dare to bother him, instead waited patiently until someone may be called up or spoken to.
The outer rings of the formation had people without cloaks on, their backs and bodies looking almost completely normal until a spot. A scar? All the same scar but in different places. Some up the arm, or from their spine up the neck, swirling around the side of the back.Â
You stand there, far back enough to not been by anyone. Not yet decided on what your actions should be. Would the mob try to stop you, would he? If he had pushed Jayce away then who is to say he won't do the same to you.
He shifts, catching your attention immediately. Out reaching his hand, or at least what you assume was a hand. From the distance it just looked like a purple shape, perhaps gloves or something to keep him warm. You could see make out the shape of his cane but, it didn't seem he was as dependent on it as before.Â
A person stands to their feet, approaching Viktor and taking their hood off. Your view of him is obstructed, curious on what is happening before shocks of bolts come from the pair. Wind now whipping out from them as well, you can see the stranger's body beginning to light up with purple.. energy? Then a halo like ring appears, winding around and you can't even describe the pattern within it.Â
The rest of the members seem calm but intently watching as it happens. It finishes with a flash of white light making you close your eyes. You blink before returning your sight to them, the stranger now standing taller. Their hood now removed, skin bright and healthy, each hair placed almost perfectly, and that same scar. You could just make it out.Â
You hear the thud before you see him falling to the ground. Your instincts now taking over as you flee from the hiding spot. Your feet seem to be so loud, adrenaline pumping in your ear as you run past all the hooded figures staring at you.Â
âViktor! Viktor.â Yelling to him as you approach, his head tilts up to the sound. His hand holds him from hitting the ground, hands, fore arms, shoulders running even past that purple. But not skin. There was no skin.Â
You drop to your knees right in front of him, scooping his face into your hands. It was the only part that seemed to be left of his flesh. Your thumb rubs his cheek as you stare at him.
âWhat happened? No, why did you leave? I was so scared that I wouldn't find you or you'd be hurt or worse. Why did you leave, you need to be checked out. You shouldn't have left, I can take you back okay? We're gonna go back and and!â You gasp in a breath, tears brimming your eyes as you shake your head in semi-shock.Â
His hand reaches up to one of your own, he doesn't stop staring at you but his brows furrow for a second before beginning to shake his head.Â
âI am staying here. I have work here to do.â He pulls one hand of his head, still holding it with the hand not on his cane.
âDon't, no. I am not Jayce. You are coming home and we're gonna fix this.â His eyes, you realize they weren't golden anymore. They were like an opal, white and pale hues like pink and blue along with it.Â
âI have no connection there, I am needed here. This is where I'm staying.â A small puff of frustration pounds through your chest at his stubbornness.Â
âYou have your apartment up there and me and all your work. Your books and and, you have to make sure that stray has her dinner.â He removes you from his body and stands, without speaking he makes it clear he has no intention of following you. You small head shakes become bigger, tears now threatening to spill down your face, cheeks heating up in anger.Â
You can't think or breathe, confusion overtaking most of the thoughts in your brain. Pushing off the ground with your hands, rising onto your feet in front of him.
You're breathless for a few seconds still in disbelief about what was happening.Â
âWhere is my husband?â A whisper from your mouth, mostly to yourself before deciding to repeat yourself.Â
âWhere is my husband, where are you?â Viktor's face still stays calm at the outburst, not cold yet unattached. His eyes hold no debate behind them, no trying to decide, no emotion. Flashes of him go by, memories of deciding which tarts were the best for morning meetings or nights you curled on the couch beside him while he stayed up writing notes, everything you knew of him. Everything that was Viktor.Â
Now seemed non existent.Â
âGo home.â Tears streaming down your face, shock and betrayal littered your face.Â
Defeat.Â
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