#i get a kiss from riVEN

[cutehoons02]

PRINCESS YOU ARE MINE

* pairing: Heeseung x reader (grumpy x sunshine) (she fell first he fell harder)

* tags: fluffy,kiss,a little smut,misunderstandings

* synopsis: Heeseung couldn’t fall in love with her stylist and her stylist couldn’t fall in love with an idol but the heart doesn’t rule

* word count: 2k (Tell me if you like this kind of stories:)

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(English is not my native language)

Thunder rumbled through the apartment you shared with your college friends in Seoul and before you could close the windows a heavy rain came across Seoul you knew it was time to go to bed, and that your boyfriend, you could call a boyfriend a guy with whom you made a lot of video calls after his concerts, with whom you shared a good hot plate of ramen in the restaurant near Han riven, you wore secretly his sweatshirts at work with still imprinted his strong smell of freshly made laundry but with a note of spices; he would not show up at your house. Yes, you could define the word "boyfriend" but Heeseung had never called you his "girlfriend", and then with the life of Idol you were terrified that this was for Heeseung only a small infatuation with the shy stylist of Enhypen.

The flight from Japan had been delayed by the heavy thunderstorm that hit Korea in those days and Heeseung was eager to escape from that plane and sink into the hot blankets of Y/n which tasted like cinnamon and vanilla, the leader of the Enhypen laughed at seeing the older member so madly leaving the airport and Heeseung gave him a mean look <<You know i’m happy to see you finally in love with someone makes come out in you a Heeseung that i had never seen in my life, you look just like a baby deer just came out of the Disney when you talk or see Y/n, but try to pretend you care about the fans outside!">> "stop Jungwon, i’m not in love with Y/n. We’re just two people who like to spend time together when we are not busy between trips, concerts, events, or shooting." <<At my house this behavior is called "friendship" but we all know that you are not only friends, if one of the other members tried to hit on her you would explode with jealousy or if one of the other dancers who accompany us during the tours ask her out what would you do? And by the way, you deceived yourself because you said that you are not friends but two people who spend time together..>> Heeseung hated when his smaller members made him see the reality of things, and one in particular was Jungwon; many underestimated their friendship because they expected to see him as the leader of the group but he and Jungwon had developed a strong bond over time that was the first to notice Heeseung’s strong interest in Y/n.

Heeseung had just gotten out of the taxi and little drops of rain fell in his hair with a loud puff. It looked like it was almost one o'clock at night. Maybe it was late enough to play at Y/n’s apartment so he decided to throw some small stones in the window of Y/n looking out onto the street, was at the fifth pebble that he threw and was getting a little too wet for his taste until he saw the curly hair and the head of Y/ n sticking out of the window. He walked into the foyer of the apartment and to her great astonishment saw Y/n dressed in a jacket, with jeans a little soaked, and with hair a bit swollen because of the humidity.

<<Angel, what are you doing up at this hour? Don’t tell me you were waiting for your favorite member of the Enhypen like a princess waiting for her prince because we all know i can’t act like a prince when you’re around.>> A small laugh came out of the mouth of Y/n and showed Heeseung that he had in hand a small bag from the pharmacy. "Heeseung if i expected you as a prince at this time i would still be full of pain because of the menstruation, i'm awake because even with bad weather i went to get some medicines that ended up alleviating the pain in my stomach cramps, but you princes can’t understand the suffering we have in the early days and i wasn’t waiting for you, i have more to do than wait for an idol to come and visit me when he’s free" He didn't expect this statement because between the two was the one who preferred to listen and you were never angry with him so a little surprised, and maybe they were true all those times that he heard the other members say their sisters were hyenas while they had the red period.

The thunder was rumbling through the kitchen where Y/n was preparing a good hot tea for both her and Heeseung, she would never have expected to see him outside after a trip of almost 10 days in Japan, was grateful not to have gone with them because she was seriously tired after all the trips they had made during the summer and sometimes she even preferred to break away from Enhypen especially from Heeseung to go and be a stylist in other Hybe groups. Heard the steps of Heeseung entering the kitchen with dry hair and a little uncomplicated because of the hairdryer, With an oversized t-shirt and grey track pants that wrapped her nice long legs and not to mention her b side but Y/n turned around and went back to sip his tea and take his medicine. The kitchen in his apartment looked much smaller and warmer with Heeseung in front of him but he didn’t want to be overwhelmed by the little feelings he had for the boy who had his eyes like a deer.

Heeseung was eager to feel the touch Y/ n and at the same time saw how much force of will tried to make the girl with curly hair/wavy in front of him, so without thinking a moment took Y/n by the hand and brought her into his room and if he put it on his legs, the warm bed and the little cinnamon candle was the bridge between their world and the storm that was outside. <<Tell me what you want from me, i just came back from a hellish trip and every hour that i spent on the plane to get to Seoul I sang silently of happiness to see you but now i found you here with this look that you would want to kill me with your hands.>> Y/n felt pathetic because every time she saw Heeseung she needed to see him for a second, breathe his pungent scent that came from her skin, or even worse be drugged by his touch and his voice. "In these ten days you’ve been away I wouldn’t have expected to miss you, at first i thought you were only good at flirting with everyone especially me but then you showed up in my house with ramen to share, and for my bad luck after you started kissing me before a show with the fear and the thrill that they would find us; besides, you’re cruel because if they found out you wouldn’t have any repercussions because you are Lee Heeseung instead of any stylist who can fire at any moment."

Heeseung looked bad and a slight smirk formed in his lips <<Well if you were afraid that they would discover it was enough to tell me that you did not want to kiss me or could use these beautiful hands to push me away, but your problem is that you seem so good and sweet girl with everyone who loves having my dirty marks under your skirt or near your breast. Don’t pretend to be innocent with me because we both know you love the adrenaline that goes up while i kiss you with the people waiting to send you inside another member to change so they can show up in time to sing a new song.>>

Heeseung’s long fingers made their way under your sweatshirt and little chills hit your body <<No other boy can make you experience this princess, remember only i can hold you in my arms, at the same time adore you and give you what your body needs.>> one hand slid into your life and the other began to tease your right breast and a moan came out of your lips, you were seriously in need of more so he brushed you a little further down until you felt his length pressed between your legs. <<Princess fuck your breasts are so hard and firm that i’m afraid to hurt you but i can’t stop myself, tell me if you want it to continue>> Heeseung moved his hand from your waist to pull back some curly/waves that fell in your forehead to your ear and finally Heeseung felt your lips after more than 10 days in her ears, and to tease him you kissed him slowly and slowly bit his lower lip to hear him moaning. You wanted to be in control of the situation but by your misfortune you needed his touch so much and knew he couldn’t give you all himself, so Heeseung turned the situation around and put you between your pillows <<Where is the shy girl i met at work who tries so hard not to be seen watching me dance and sing, stop thinking you’re gonna control the situation, you only needed my fingers on your body to get you shivers who knows how you’ll react to all the things i’ll do to you when you don’t have your period, princess!>> You felt take off your pajamas and Heeseung looked at you with a look that you had never seen on his face, was adoration of your body but at the same time hunger, and surely you were not ready to know all the dirty visions he had of you. <<Tell me what you want or i can stay watching you all night long" you needed her lips from all over your body and pulled her fluffy hair to your thighs but she stopped to look at you with a grin.>> "Stop being a jerk like Hee, i need you to kiss me for everything and we know that even you can’t take my eyes off me" Little kisses mixed with bites made their way between your thighs and with great pleasure you heard the boy moaning with deer eyes while you pulled his black locks to limit your groans. <<Groan for me princess, make everyone feel who can only make you react with only me kissing you and leaving bites in your thighs>> Groans came out of your mouth until you felt the weight of Hee’s body in front of you and bent down to kiss your lips, He brought your body over his chest and little kisses made their way between your head and your head <<What goes in your tiny head Y/n, i see your gears spinning very strong right now!>> You took her glue as an antistress and a little grumble formed in Heeseung’s smile "What are we? in the sense that you say i'm yours, but what are you to me Hee, for me certainly you are not a friend and we are not even two people who find themselves spending time together because these things are done by friends” you lifted from his chest and his big arms strapped your hips <<Did you and Jungwon agree to drive me crazy today>> You watched him laughing and he stood to kiss your forehead <<I was yours from the first moment i saw you Y/n>>.

[imaginesmai]

Right around the corner - Azriel (5)

AHHHHH this is the final part and let me tell you I'm SAD. It was so hard to write the ending you all deserve after all this love, so I tried my best. Let me know what you think! Also, you deserve A LOT, so I made it long hehehe. Don't worry, a request about the RATH universe is coming soon! If you want one too, drop it in my inbox!

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Plot: The story of how Azriel fixed what was broken, and how you forgave him.

Warnings: this is sad, but has a happy ending! Also, mental health issues.

No one expected the sidra to froze that year, and against everyone expectation, one day Velaris had woken up to see the riven covered by a silver layer. Children had missed school to skate in the solid surface, parents watching carefully from the edge. Some couples were skating too, holding hands and giggling endlessly.

You had been watching the new scene unfold all morning. And while you usually loved snow and ice as much as any child in town, you were starting to get a little sick of all the noise.

It wasn’t your new employee situation, who had been staring at the river all morning. She had already finished her duties, but always the polite and nice girl, Elain Archeron was keeping you company.

When you spotted for the third time the familiar red-head through the glass and she didn’t say anything, just sighed, you decided you had enough.

“You should tell him to get in before he freezes to death” you commented, still busy with measuring the ingredients.

“Oh, no” Elain blushed and looked away from the window. “No. He’s just… He can wait”

“He can, but doesn’t have to. You and Lucien should head out, rent ice skates and have a fun day. You already finished here” you smiled kindly at her, and before she could reply, you added. “I’m fine, I don’t even like cold weather. And I still need to finish this, which you can’t help me with. So, go”

Elain stared at you with uncertainty, and you tried to look as convinced as possible. Would you have liked her to stay? After all, she was one of the few people you socialized with these days. She had turned in when you opened the bakery again, right after you posted the sign about looking for a new partner.

And even if you had had your doubts when you discovered she was Feyre’s sister and Azriel’s friend, you considered her your own friend.

So, yeah, you would have liked her to stay. Because you were still awfully sad all the time, and her company was one of the few things that made your day better. But you being sad didn’t excuse her missing a wonderful day with her mate.

“It’s not closing time yet” her eyes danced between the glass and you. “He was supposed to wait for me at the house”

“Guess he’s too eager to see you. He’s been dancing around the bakery for a good hour” you chuckled. “Elain, I mean it. Go. Have fun. I’ll see you on Monday”

“Y/N, I promise I don’t mind waiting. It’s not like it will unfreeze”

“And I promise I don’t mind at all. So, go, have fun and tell me about it on Monday” you gripped her hand softly over the counter, nodding to the waiting mal outside. “Come on, go”

Lucien was once more outside the bakery, the only visible part of him his red hair. He was covered in thick layers, but still managed to smile when Elain kissed your cheek and took her coat on the way out.

You didn’t have it in you to watch them be affectionate with each other, so you looked down at your task and decided it would be the last of the day.

It was hard watching all those couples walking hand in hand and remembering the feel of his warm, scarred hand in yours. To hear a man laughing and remember the unexpected laughs you dragged out of him sometimes. Even looking at the river was painful, because you could almost see the ghost of Azriel and you learning how to skate in a frozen lake in the Illyrian mountains a few years ago.

You had seen Azriel around a few times now, walking through your bakery and waving at you through the glass. Two times he had been waiting at the door when it was late at night, silently walking you home from afar without talking. Almost two months had passed by and your feelings were still as messed up as before.

Though you didn’t cry as much as before, and you were starting to get better, you still wondered.

If Azriel getting help would mean your relationship would be fixed, or if it was broken permanently. Deep in your thoughts, and used as you were to Azriel’s shadows, you didn’t notice how they tugged on your apron until the door sounded again.

Elain’s name didn’t leave your lips, because as soon as the door opened, you lost your breath.  As if you had summoned him, Azriel walked through the door, beautiful as ever. He wasn’t in his usual training leather, but winter clothes that fit him as a glove. Instantly, you noticed he had lost weight. His shoulders were slumped and his body didn’t carry the usual grace of an Illyrian warrior.

“Hi”

His scarred hands, that had held you so many times and slaughtered so many enemies, were tucked in his coat’s pockets. You could feel the nervousness through the bond, the hesitance. Too stunned to answer, you only stared at him.

You had known that, eventually, he would talk to you. That you would have to do more than just wave at each other through the glass and stay silent when he sent you details through Elain. But still, you hadn’t expected it.

Unable to move, you only blinked.

“I saw Elain and Lucien heading out” he added, not looking away from you. “It’s a nice day outside”

Azriel hadn’t finished before one of his new shadows scaped his control, sneaking around the counter. The familiar ones, that had been by your side since he left, danced around the new intrusion. It lifted your apron, and crawled up your neck.

The cool feeling was the last of your worries, because no matter how much you willed yourself to say something, you couldn’t even tear your eyes from him.

The bond flickered between the two of you, once more. Knowing that it was one-sided, that he didn’t wear it like you did, made break your trance.

“She’s finished for the day” you explained, sounding way more confident that what you felt.

“It’s a nice day, yeah” he repeated, not giving you time to feel awkward before he continued “I thought that maybe you wanted to take a walk with me. It’s cold, but we could… get coffee. Or chocolate, if you want”

Azriel gave you a half, broken smile. Hearing his voice again made you take ten steps backward.

“I have things to do”

You looked down to your current task, which could be easily discarded. You had left much important things half-done because of him, and you would have done it normally without a second thoughts. But no matter how heartful the conversation at your door had been, you just knew you weren’t ready to have a conversation without getting angry.

You knew you weren’t ready to forgive him.

His new shadow gripped your wrist tightly before disappearing, and you heard Azriel’s doubt. He wanted to say something else, and you wanted too. Still, you fell back to your measuring and ignored the way your vision blurred, how your knees became weak again.

Maybe going back to your duties was the only way not to break down again.

The silence continued for a long minute. You couldn’t not feel his presence, the way his scent filled the bakery and made your stomach turn. Your heart recognized what you needed, what you wanted, and threatened to jump out of your chest.

Before you could regret your words, Azriel opened the door again.

“You’re forgetting the yeast” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

When you looked up again, he only smiled. You opened your mouth to tell him to wait, maybe to fuck off and never come again. You didn’t have time, because Azriel closed the door behind him and he was gone.

The first tear fell against the unformed dough, followed by many more. You wouldn’t be finishing the blueberry cake that afternoon, you realized, as you crunched behind the counter and cried.

-

There was a storm coming, and everyone in Velaris had had the same idea – run to the market, buy everything they needed for a few days, and crowd themselves at home with their loved ones. You were trying to follow the first part of the plan, not having anyone to go home anymore. And if that wasn’t enough reason to drag you down, the crowd was getting intense.

Velaris’ market was a beautiful place, full of shops and nice vendors. But that day, the space felt too small.

You already had a few bags with you, yet there were a few more to go. Wanting to finish as soon as possible, you had ignored the rational part of your brain and had gotten in the middle of the crowd. You had only managed to buy milk and pasta, and still had a long way to go.

After Azriel’s brief appearance, your life had been messier than before. He had come by the bakery at least five times more, always offering you some kind of plan you rejected. Going to the park, for a flight or to a coffee shop. Taking walks, watching the sunset or training together.

You lived now half-prepared to see him walking through your door again, and not having the heart to tell him no. You weren’t sure if that thought frightened or comforted you.

In your haste, you had almost forgotten to buy provisions for the storm, and had found yourself on the worst day to do them. Crowded, loud and suffocating, that was how you would describe the market at that moment.

The fact that most people ran with their children and family wasn’t helpful at all.

Most of the times, it was Azriel who did the last-minute shopping for you. He knew you didn’t like crowds, loud places, that you did best in your bakery where only five people were allowed at a time.

Another shove broke you down from your daydreaming, and you looked back to see a pregnant woman staring with her eyebrows furrowed.

“The line is moving” she spatted, pointing to the small space ahead of you. “If you don’t move with it, you should step out”

“Oh, no” you chuckled softly. You picked up the bags on the ground and took the two small steps that you were supposed to. “Sorry, I just thought I could take a little bit more space. It’s crowded here”

“I don’t mind crowds, so if you want to step back, let me get first. I’m in a hurry”

“Me too” you gave her a polite smile, mindful of her state.

The short distance that separated you from the customer on the front was certainly not enough, and she knew it. Still, she looked at you with disapproval. There were only five more people to go until it was your turn, you could buy your snacks and run to the next stall.

You thought you could ignore the glare at the back of your neck, and you did for a few minutes. Without meaning to, you thought how everything with Azriel was easier. Not only people wouldn’t dare to talk to him like that, but also, he assured you a good meter of distance between you two and the rest of the world with his wings.

The snacks on your hands almost fell when, not even two seconds after the man took three steps forward, you were shoved again.

That time, when you looked back, the woman was accompanied by her mate. His wings covered her from the people behind them.

“You should really step out of the line” she repeated. “You might have all the time in the word, but we are in a hurry”

“Me too. You can’t expect me to be glued to that man” you tried to explain, anxiety coiling in your stomach. “He just moved”

“And you didn’t, which proves my point. Besides, it’s obvious you only have a few things. We have more”

“Which should be enough reason to let me go first, not only because I was here before you” you shrugged, feeling even more uncomfortable when the male huffed a laugh. “Maybe it’s you who shouldn’t have come here today if you can’t wait in a line”

You weren’t a threat for the woman, and you were trying really hard to be polite and prove your point. Besides, being pregnant wasn’t an easy task, and you could tell she was far along. Maybe you should have let her pass, or maybe told her to fuck off.

But before you could argue further, something clicked in the male’s eyes, wide with recognition.

And you would have preferred for him to go full berserk mode on you. Because you recognized that look, you had been receiving them for a while now.

The male elbowed the woman’s side softly, pointing with his chin towards you. You didn’t have time to turn back and avoid the conversation, because he spoke.

“You’re the shadowsinger’s mate” he announced, loud enough to make a few heads turn.

“Oh” the woman finally connected the dots and lunged forward to grab your arm so tight you couldn’t shake her off. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry” you pushed your arm back, trying to let go.

While the woman apologized, you couldn’t help but listen to the whispers. The same ones you had heard in your bakery and through the streets. Some of them thrown in your face by rude or nosy customers that didn’t understand the concept of privacy, others by bystanders.

At the end, it was the woman who said it out loud, confirming what everyone in the small circle that had formed at the cue was wondering about. She finally let go of your arm and crossed hers in front of her body.

The look of pity wasn’t as bad as the confirmation.

“He rejected you, right?” it wasn’t a question, not when you didn’t answer and she continued. “We heard you’ve been mated for almost a century and he doesn’t want the bond. Is that true?”

It wasn’t true, but you didn’t have the heart to correct her. Instead, you turned around and used your wing-less privileges to sneak through the crowd. You kept your head down, as if that could stop you from hearing the comments or feeling the stares.

People had come up with an alternative version where Azriel and you had been mated for decades, for centuries. Where you had cheated on him or he had changed you for someone else. You had even heard that he had bonded with another person and had kicked you out of the house, and that you had been the one rejecting the bond.

Each version was farthest from the truth than the last one, but they all hurt the same. The crowd didn’t seem to get thinner no matter how deep you got in the market. Once the people who had heard the conversation were left behind, new people crowded you, worried about the girl panicking and running through the middle of the market.

There were a few occasions where you thought you would fall, where you tripped and almost embarrassed yourself farther. You had almost made it to the back entrance of the market when you finally realized you were tripping no more. There was no longer a crowd around you, nor whispers or hands reaching your way.

It took you another few steps to fully stop and assess the situation. When you looked back to see where the crowd was, you were met with a broad chest inches away from you. Through tearful eyes, you recognized Azriel’s wings tucking you away from people, his mere presence pushing them away.

You met his hazel eyes, full of worry and regret. His hair was longer, covering his brow, but you found comfort in his crooked nose, in his freckles, that you knew so well.

You noticed in his hands your bags that had been left in the stall, a new one with the snacks you were about to buy.

“What – what are you doing here?” you choked out, too grateful for the sudden moment of peace to wonder about anything else.

“I felt you through the bond, a few hours ago. Anxious and…” he stopped himself, his eyes scanning every tear that marked your cheeks. “I was just getting here when it got worse. I heard most of it. I’m –”

“Don’t say you’re sorry” you interrupted him. “It’s not your fault”

Out of the many things that were indeed his fault, people not minding their own business wasn’t his. You were used to him blaming himself for everything, from wars in other courts to people fighting in the street. The response came naturally.

Your nose was cold and runny, your hands frozen in your pockets, and your feet hurt. Besides all of that, you felt all wrong. Because you enjoyed his presence, because what they said, and because you couldn’t help but calm down when he was close.

Azriel didn’t say anything when you took the bags from his hands, thanking him quietly. He didn’t say anything as more people walked away from him, either because of his wings or because they recognized him.

“You don’t like last minute shopping”

It was a pointless observation, but it was better than to comment on how afraid he had been when, just outside the market, he felt the bond snap with urgence. His shadows knew where you were, and that you needed him, but even he had trouble running through crowds. Azriel also couldn’t talk about how mad he had been at everyone in that stall, how his new shadows had turned off every light and almost chocked them to death.

Azriel wanted to say that you were probably cold because you didn’t like your own coats, and most of the times wore one of his. He wanted to hug you, too, to feel you between his arms after what felt like an eternity and promise you that it would end well.

But he couldn’t say anything more than the obvious.

“I had to” you answered.

With a furious fist, frustrated at life, at him and at you, you brushed the tears off your cheeks. You could tell that he wanted to keep talking, and you did too. Since your last encounter, you had come up with more conversations you should have.

You stared at each other for what seemed forever. There were details that you had almost forgotten in your sorrow – like his long lashes, that you teased him about. Or the freckle that snuck up to the corner of his left eye. The way his mouth rose higher from the right, and the small scar on his ear from where Cassian dared him to wear an earring.

Only his face was enchanting enough to help you forget about the day, about the weight of your chest. It was the first closing call from the market, that sounded through the public speakers, that broke you away.

“I should go”

“I should go”

You talked at the same time, and you smiled softly when you pointed to different directions. You didn’t miss how his eyes fell to your mouth, how his own lifted up too.

“I could walk you back” he offered, not tearing his eyes away from your mouth. “If you let me”

You didn’t answer immediately. Those last words, that he had repeated so often lately, almost had you saying yes. You could almost imagine how it would go – him walking by your side, one of his wings behind your back. His elbow brushing yours, and his gaze fixed on you.

Your smile dropped when you remembered the times you had walked just like that, tucked together. The times you had waked by yourself through Velaris with his imprint on you, and the times he had left without a trace of your presence.

Azriel knew the answer before you said it, and his shoulders dropped slightly.

“Sorry”

That time, you decided to turn away before he could. Taking the back exit was a poor choice, knowing it was farther from your house than the main one, but you couldn’t picture yourself walking through the market without Azriel keeping the crowds a step away.

So you turned around, gripped your bags tight and didn’t tear your eyes from the ground during the whole way back.

-

It wasn’t Azriel who found you the time everything changed, but you.

The cold and winter were over, the streets were clean and the sun was out. It was a perfect day to spend outside, and Elain seemed fixed in throwing you out of your own shop. She claimed that the bags under your eyes were as dark as the night, and that your skin was so pale that she couldn’t tell the flour stains apart from it.

“Just for the record, you’re kicking the owner of the bakery out of the bakery” you stated, looking at her once more from the door. “You do realize that shouldn’t happen, right?”

“I’m helping a friend come out of her ghost-like season” she replied, still decorating muffins. “And you do realize that most shops close on Sunday’s, right?”

“Certainly not a bakery” you looked to the empty fountain at her right. “If we do it together, we will – “

“If you touch one single item of this bakery, I’m banning you from the kitchen for a month”

You doubted she meant it, she could. But still, you sighed and turned around to open the door. You weren’t an extrovert, certainly not an outsider. Since you were a child, you liked your kitchen, your house, and your space. And none of those things were outside the door.

But you actually feared what the fae you left behind would do if you turned back. Elain had already hidden your apron so you couldn’t put it on, and had threatened to mismatch the soy milk with normal one.

Giving her a last, tight smile through the glass, you walked towards the center of Velaris.

Not many people were outside that soon on a Sunday morning, but you were glad for her insistence the moment the sun kissed your face. The cold weather was disappearing and you could feel warmth across your cheeks. It was still cold, and it would be for at least another week, but the change in the weather promised a happy spring.

You walked aimlessly around Velaris, stopping to watch the Sidra move every now and then. Your feet carried you through unfamiliar streets, all of them filled with colors and smells. The longer you walked, the healthier you felt. Each step felt like a weight lifted from your chest, and you even smiled to a few usuals you found in the streets.

The main square peeked through the streets. It wasn’t your usual destination, too crowded and not as pretty as other parts of the town. But you still walked through it, feeling at ease and happy.

It had happened before, usually the days before you started your cycle, and you should have known the feeling of ease had nothing to do with the weather or the walk. It had happened and it happened again, just as you rounded a corner to walk in the square.

If, by any chance, Azriel hadn’t noticed you coming, the shadows that tugged him away from where he was standing would have made it obvious.

His eyes widened when he saw you, and you felt that peaceful feeling making its home for the day. There was no sorrow, no sadness, and none of the usual feelings that lately you felt when it came to him.

You cursed yourself stupid when you realized that you cycle was coming, and that every year you were in a mood until Azriel showed up, your hormones demanding your mate.

“Y/N”

Your name fell from your mouth and just by hearing it you noticed something different. It was new, and at the same time, you thought you recognized it somehow. You looked to his empty hands, to the syphons on his shoulders and chest and truth-teller on his side.

It looked like you had interrupted something important to him. But instead of running away from him like the last two times, you took a step closer.

“Are you going on a mission?” you pointed with your chin to his leather, eyes stopping at his chest. There was that thing, that you couldn’t name.

“Just came back. I was…”

Azriel looked to the building he just exited and for a moment, in silence. You had met a bunch of times since the incident in the market, and you had started having longer conversations. About the weather, about your bakery, and even about his family, who you finally knew officially.

Certainly, your relationship had improved, although it wasn’t just fixed yet. When he didn’t answer, you were reminded of all the times he had kept things to himself, either out of fear or doubt.

He seemed to doubt between telling you and keeping it to himself. Any other time, you knew, he would have kept it to himself. He had done it, in the past – when you asked him about his job, or tried to understand his past. Many times where he had evaded the truth or his emotions.

Your mood, that had been in a rush since you left the bakery, fell a little at his silence. He looked torn and you were ready to leave, before he answered.

“This is Madja’s house. I meet her here so we can talk, usually during the week” he looked back at you, watching the surprise of his statement. “But something happened and I needed to talk to her”

“What happened?”

Azriel’s lips were pressed tight, debating on whether he should tell you or not. He wouldn’t have doubted about it a year ago – he wouldn’t tell you, because in his eyes, it would only hurt you more than he already had. But he had learnt new things, and had realized that a relationship was built on trust. And that his fears, his perception of the reality, had broken yours.

He had cut the mission short when he had noticed, though he wasn’t sure he had ever done something like that. Azriel didn’t know what had triggered it, why it happened in the Winter court and not anytime sooner.

Madja, of course, had had an answer ready – an answer that had left him staring at her door for long twenty minutes before you appeared.

“Kallias should have sent something to Rhysand, but he didn’t” he started, not sure why he was traveling so far from the event. “So I went to check. Turns out someone must have taken it and, well, I tried to…”

He trailed off before he could finish, aware of your confusion. You never talked about what he did for Rhysand, in any court. No matter how big or small was the assignment, he didn’t tell you about it.

But that wasn’t what your confusion was about, at least not all of it. You couldn’t possibly notice because you had given it for granted since the beginning, but Azriel did notice. He noticed the change as soon as it happened, and babbled when he explained to Rhysand what he should have been feeling for years.

Had explained to Madja moments ago, who had given him a knowing smile and a proud nod.

“I accepted the bond” he confessed, continuing before you could say anything else. “I don’t know how, or why, but I was there and suddenly I was hit with – with this in my chest, and I don’t know why it wouldn’t happen sooner”

“You accepted the bond” you repeated, looking between his chest and face.

“I don’t know how, or why now. I was, thinking… And it hit me” Azriel smiled sadly, not saying what his thoughts were about – what they had been about since that night. “I didn’t want to tell you, because, this is, you don’t have to do anything now. Me accepting the bond doesn’t change what I did”

Azriel hadn’t meant to tell you, neither to be so vague and ridiculously nervous about it.

It had been a surprise when, in the middle of a conversation, he felt it. He had been thinking about you, because there were flowers and they were pretty against the cold weather, and to him, you were the prettiest thing the Cauldron had made. One moment Kallias had been going through the last movements of the package and the next the high lord was looking at him with raised brows.

Congratulating him for something that should have happened six years ago.

“It’s not that I didn’t want the bond before, Y/N” he continued when you didn’t say anything. “I promise you, I didn’t know how to accept it. I didn’t know that I deserved it”

Azriel had thought, and he still wanted to, that you so pretty that you were meant for someone else. That it was borrowed time, that he didn’t deserve the bond just as he didn’t deserve you. With Madja and Rhys, they had had deep conversations about his mental health, about his version of life where he lived through a glass of pain and rejection.

As he stared at your surprised form, he tried not to let hope leak into his heart. He knew it didn’t fix what was broken, but he hoped it was the first step of a long recovery to win you back.

Only if you could confirm or deny, instead of stare at him.

“Say something” Azriel finally broke, almost begged. “Whatever you want. Just say something”

And you wanted to, because wasn’t that what you had wanted? You had fooled yourself lately thinking about may what ifs. What if he had accepted the bond in the bagging, what if he had told you that he wasn’t fine, that he was broken and needed help.

What if you had helped him and not rushed things when he wasn’t ready. Now, it felt like the Cauldron was giving you that opportunity, only that you didn’t know how to react.

You finally looked away from him and decided to give an experimental tug on the bond, to see if anything had changed.

It had.

“Az”

It was a chuckle, maybe the beginning of a cry. It was anger but also relief because what came back from that tug wasn’t what you usually felt. It was stronger, solid, as if there was a physical string between your bodies that kept you linked.

Usually, it was just an intense feeling that was enough for you. But now that you felt him tugging back, felt him loving you, you couldn’t hold back another laugh. He shoved down through it everything he felt – adoration, love, joy. Many fears that had you stumbling towards him, and pain.

So much pain that your smile dropped. His dropped too, and you felt the bond getting fainter.

“That’s another reason. I didn’t want you to feel… that” Azriel retreated the bond farther. “I have so many fears and pains here that I couldn’t even imagine sharing them with you. And that – “

“You don’t have to feel ashamed” you cut him off, your voice hoarse. “I love you the same”

Words were unnecessary when you hugged his middle and buried yourself in his chest. He curled around you, like he had done so many times.

The channel snapped open again, and you just closed your eyes tightly. It was an endless source of emotions, and it broke you that most of them were bad. There was rejection, from so many people that it felt like an angry, black bull coming your way. Sadness that felt overwhelming and never ending, always coming in waves when Azriel didn’t expect it.

You also felt disgust, and you only held him tighter when you discovered it was self-disgust. Not only at the things that he had done, but also at what had been done to him. The scars on his hands, the shadows around him. He had hated himself for so long he had forgotten how to love.

But then, at the bottom, there was something bright, and that part you realized it was only dedicated to you. There was his family too, but it wasn’t as intense as his love for you. Everything that he lacked during his life, that he yearned for, was tucked where it mattered the most.

“I love you” he whispered against your head, softly. “I love you”

You didn’t answer, just raised your head until you could brush your lips against him. Later, you would have time to blame the cycle, which you wouldn’t get for another two months, or the emotions of the moment. But you knew it was just what you needed, what you both deserved, when you felt him kissing back.

At the beginning, it was just his lips against yours, and it was enough. Your noses brushed each other, you got on your tiptoes and his wing cocooned both of you. His hands only pressed you tighter against his body when you moved your lips against his, brushing the edge of your tongue against his bottom one.

Azriel could barely keep himself straight when you silently asked for permission to open his mouth, which he happily obliged.  

From that moment, it was crashing. The kiss was only a physical proof of your feelings traveling through the mated bond, so wild and intense you couldn’t tell which one was his or yours.

“I’m sorry, darling” he whispered against your lips, giving you no time to reply. “I’m sorry for hurting you, for being a coward. I’m sorry”

“I forgive you. We don’t keep secrets anymore” you managed to say between kisses.

“Never” Azriel answered while leaving kisses on your cheeks and nose.”

“And we’ll talk about our emotions, and feelings. You’ll tell me about your life when I ask”

“Always”

“You won’t close off to me” you pulled his head away and made him look at you.

While you held his face between your hands, Azriel smiled. It was a different smile from the previous ones, from the ones you had seen so far. It was carefree, loving, and yours.

Your thumb brushed the corner of his eye, his upper cheek, the border of his nose.

“I’m here, Azriel. Always. So you don’t have to hide anything from me, or to be ashamed or afraid. I’m here” you closed the distance once more, controlling the kiss by holding onto his face. “Right around the corner”

“Right around the corner” he repeated, dipping his head and sealing all his promises with another kiss.

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༊*·˚ slip up | riven

★ summary : your boyfriend is being emotional and accidentally told you something he has been dying to told you for weeks.

★ warnings : mature language, mentions of alcohol & drugs

★ word count : 1.3k

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YOU WERE RUDELY WOKEN UP BY THE ANNOYING SOUND OF KNOCKS IN THE ONCE CALM AND QUIET ATMOSPHERE. You didn't want to wake up. The position you're in was too comfortable.

Maybe my roommates will get it. Please go get it. I'm so not going to get it.

But they didn't, the knocking just became more and more louder.

"Someone go fucking get that!" your roommate lazily scolded.

You did what anyone else did, pretended to be asleep.

"I know some of you lazy asses aren't asleep!" she continued.

"Y/N GO GET THAT!"

"WHY ME?" you whined.

"It's probably you're fucking boyfriend!"

"Fine." you sighed and stood up, thinking that it was probably true, it's not the first time someone came knocking at freaking one in the morning.

You started walking to the front door, not noticing the wall, hitting right at it. "Shit." you cursed, rubbing your forehead.

"Did you just run into a wall?" your other roommate joked quietly.

"Yup." you responded. Your eyes squinted trying to get a better vision of the door, using the moonlight as guidance.

You would open the lights, but that would wake up more people and you're too lazy for that.

The knocking became more aggressive and you whispered yelled, "Coming!"

You got to the front door and opened it slowly and there revealed your drunk and crying boyfriend hanging from his best friend's shoulders.

"BABY!" Riven yelled excitedly which made you come out and cover his mouth while quickly shutting the door.

"What the hell?" you whispered angrily at Sky who was barely holding Riven up.

Riven's eyes stare up adoringly at you. You have your hair in a loose bun, with all some of your hair coming out from different directions. You were wearing a sweater which is actually his, the sight brought a stupid grin on his face.

He thinks you look so gorgeous. An actual angel.

Sky's shoulders slumped in relief at the sight of you and started rambling, "He got drunk and said he will light the school on fire if I didn't bring him to you for cuddles and I said no but he started getting emotional and I just-"

You cover your hands to your face and let out a tired chuckle, "Sky it's okay."

Sky sighed relieved and nodded at Riv, "Come on, I'll take him to your bedroom."

"No it's fine I got it." you assured Sky, he looks so tired and you felt guilty, so you told him to go to his room and get some rest.

He muttered a small thanks and left your dorm going to him.

You looked at Riv and noticed his adoring stare at you, his stare was so intense it brought butterflies to your stomach no matter how tired and mad you are at him.

"Let's go." you said taking his hand and slowly taking him into your room.

Riv followed you like a lost puppy. His eyes were red and his cheeks had some tear stains on them, his hair was in the same condition as yours.

When you reached your room, he wrapped his arms around your waist and snuggled his head in the crook of your neck leaving soft butterfly kisses on your skin.

You shivered, his fingers creating a track of fire everywhere he touched.

Before things could escalate more you turned around meeting his eyes. His hands lazily plant on your waist, yours on his chest.

He gave you one of those signature Riven smirks that makes you weak to your knees.

Before you could say anything he blurted out, "I love you."

Your mind short-circuited for a second. Out of the whole month you two were together, the word love wasn't even used once.

Of course you love him, but you didn't know how to tell him. It's Riven for goodness sake, what if he bailed the second he hears the word love?

"You're drunk Riv, and probably high." you sadly deadpanned. Although you would love to hear those words from him, he's intoxicated and doesn't know what he's saying.

"UGH." he groaned before backing you both up so you guys landed on your bed.

You shook your head, laughing while scooting up in a more comfortable position as Riv puts his head on your stomach, hanging onto you like a sloth.

Your hand involuntarily moved to his head playing with his hair while massaging his scalp.

He let out a hum in approval, immediately the feeling of drowsiness came crashing to him.

After a moment of silence you're sure he's asleep but that proves wrong when he mumbled, "I do love you, you know. But my sober self is too much of a wuss to admit it."

And then he was out like a light.

You laid there, mouth gaping opening and closing still not processing what just happened. You took a deep breath and kissed his head, muttering "I love you too Riv." as you let sleep consume you once again.

° time skip brought to you by terra's weed brownies °

The light of the room blinded Riv's sight the second he moved. The throbbing pain in his head practically screaming at him.

He squinted his eyesight and adjusted his position, noticing the warmth of a body below him.

Please be my girlfriend. Please be my girlfriend. Please be my girlfriend.

He chanted over and over in his head as he lifted himself up. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw that it was indeed his girlfriend.

The sun shined directly on your face, it illuminated all the beautiful features that made Riven's heart skip a beat.

And then the events from last night came rushing to his mind.

Shit. He thought.

"You fucking idiot Riven!" he scolded himself, covering his face with his hands. The hangover is already non-existent with his crisis.

It's not that he's mad that he said I love you, it's because he said it when he had been planning this whole cute little picnic and watching the sunset together this Saturday.

His train of thoughts were interrupted with you scrambling in your sleep.

Riven's mind panicked, but his body just continued to sit there admiring you.

As you fluttered your eyes open, you were met with the longing stare of your boyfriend, once again.

"Morning bub." you said groggily, putting out your arms and circling them around Riven's neck bringing him down with you, so you could cuddle him.

Riven's had butterflies in his stomach with your actions. It sent his mind in a frenzy at how much he thought about how deep in love he actually is.

"Morning babe." he mumbled, a smile on his face as he laid himself closer to you.

"You okay?" you asked him, eyes still closed. "You were a mess yesterday-"

"I love you." he blurted. Fuck it. He thought. Now or never.

Your eyes snapped open as all the remains of sleep left your body. "Are you still drunk?" you asked him dumbfoundedly.

"No." he laughed, watching your reactions.

"You sure?" you questioned him again, a small smile playing on your lips. You thought this was all a dream but when he placed a kiss on your nose, the tingly feeling was there and it made you think otherwise.

He continued to pepper kisses all over your face and said, voice filled with so much love, "Positive darling."

"Well then, I love you too." you teased

Hearing you said that to him made the boy blush profusely. But before he could say anything your roommate interrupted the sweet moment.

"SHUT UP WITH THE LOVEY DOVEY SHIT AND GET READY WILL YA?"

You looked at Riv and you guys broke into a fit of laughter.

Riven thought he could never be happier than in this moment, but with you, happiness is always in the package.

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How the Squad Found Out About that One Time Riven and Flora Kissed

First part of the chapter takes place during s4, second part is back in s2 ch28, right after the end of the chapter.

I’d originally planned to have Flo and Riv kiss in that chapter but decided against it last minute cause I just wasn’t sure how to make it clear that, while there could’ve been something there, and they both feel that, there are no actual romantic feelings between the two.

The possibility of them? Yes. the reality of them? No.

I feel like Riven and Flora have the most distinct platonic soulmate relationship, mainly because they’re the main ones I really could see falling for each other if things had been different and if they hadn’t meet Musa and Helia and I wanted to get that across in a poetic way but not a tragic way ya know? They didn’t lose anything for not falling for each other in this universe and they are still a huge part of each other’s lives if that makes sense?

Whatever, I’ll stop rambling, hope u enjoy this little drabble! I will be posting it on AO3 probably later on

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It’d been a slow week, no activity from the Wizards and Roxy’s classes progressing nicely.

The squad had decided to have a quiet game night, with some alcohol coming into the mixture at some point.

At the moment, they were playing Truth or Dare.

In all honesty, there was very little they didn’t know about each other, but even after so long, there were still a few things that could surprise them from time to time.

Stella considered her turn, the bottle on the ground dictating that she’d gotten Riven.

The coward had chosen truth.

There were few things she could ask him that could result in anything majorly interesting.

Unless… Stella glanced towards Flora, who was leaning against Helia, his arm wrapped around her shoulders.

Anyone who had eyes could tell Flora and Riven had adored each other since their first year. That was obvious. At this point it was also obvious that, while they didn’t see each other as siblings, they didn’t see each other in any kind of romantic light either.

…but she would be lying if she said that she wasn’t curious about whether or not they ever had, even for a fleeting moment. Especially since she did remember one particular evening during their second year in which they’d both seemed… almost bashful with each other.

Should she?

Stella slowly leaned back against Brandon’s chest, meeting Riven’s challenging look, “Okay, I know what I want to ask.”

Riven spread his hands, “Go on then buttercup.”

“Have you ever… kissed someone in this room-” she ignored the snorts, continuing, “who wasn’t Musa?”

Riven froze for a split second, clearly flabbergasted before casting a single quick glance towards Flora, who had sunk into Helia’s arms, covering her face as she flushed.

“Listen-”

“I FUCKING KNEW IT!” Stella shouted, slamming a hand against the ground.

Musa broke down into giggles as she turned to Riven, “What?”

“No- it- it was before we were dating obviously. It was dumb we just…”

“We were fucking up a lot with you two so we got a little drunk and we kissed to seal our depressing marriage pact.” Flora explained.

Helia chuckled under his breath before turning to Riven with mock anger, “You got a marriage pact with my girl? What happened to the bro code?”

“We were drunk, depressed and hating on love. She was obsessed with you, I was obsessed with Musa but we were fully convinced we’d just fucked everything up for good- cut us some slack man!”

They all burst out laughing, clinging to each other as they Flora somehow sunk further into the floor and Riven hid his face in Musa’s neck.

***

Flora was thinking, unable to focus on the book in her hand. She could feel the alcohol at the base of her skull, a dull thump, barely there but just present enough to make her think.

She’d freaked out on Helia.

Riven loved her. He was her person.

Did that mean something? Or did she just want a connection that her baggage didn’t impede?

She turned to him, watching him as he tinkered on one of his projects, trying to think objectively.

He noticed after a moment, meeting her gaze, “Something wrong?”

“No, I was just… thinking.”

“About?”

He’d freaked out on Musa.

Flora loved him. She was his person.

But how did she love him? Was her mind playing tricks on her?

“Have you ever thought… that maybe… you and I should try?”

One of his eyebrows slowly rose up as he set down his tools and fully turned to face her, crossing his arms and leaning back, “I won’t lie… the thought did cross my mind once or twice… before I really started catching feelings for Musa. You?”

“Same. Before I fell for Helia… I don’t know, maybe I thought about it in passing.” But she would’ve never acted on it even back then because she knew Musa had a crush.

“It’s weird isn’t it… if not just sad. That we’ve had so little love in our lives that now we’re doubting what we have.” Riven muttered under his breath, letting his head fall back as he sighed.

“Yeah… should we… do something about it?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know.”

Riven raised his head, inspecting her before going to join her on the small couch, sitting besides her.

“Should we kiss?” He asked, it sounded like he was asking himself just as much as he was asking her.

Flora considered, “I mean… could be like… sealing the marriage pact?” She took a deep breath, shaking off her nerves, this was her person, worst case scenario, it might be a bit gross, “Okay. I’m in if you’re in.”

Riven nodded along, “Okay.”

He leaned down to meet her halfway. It was a hesitant, yet gentle kiss, soft and slow as they both tried to figure out how they felt about it.

Seconds passed and they pulled apart, both leaning against the couch, staring at the wall before them.

“I mean… it didn’t feel… wrong.” She started hesitantly.

“But it didn’t feel right either.”

“Exactly.”

They glanced at each other before laughing light-heartily. Blushing out of embarrassment and awkwardness.

“If things were different… maybe then.” He said after a long minute.

She shrugged, bumping her shoulder against his, “Maybe in another life.”

He snorted, “Yeah, maybe in another life.”

[christinaanime]

Welcome to Tumblr! 😃

May I please request headcanons for Sky, Brandon, Riven, and Helia reacting to their female S/O showing on their doorstep badly beaten and battered?

Thank you for your resque. I was really exited to write for Helia and you gave me brilliant idea.

Before we start I just want to say that english is not my first language so when there will be some mistake or misspeling understand it please.

So let's get into it.

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SKY:

I think that he would be absolutly freaking out.

His S/O is bleeding and injured, how can he no freak out

But after few minutes of panicing he would get his sh*t together and started to help his S/O.

he brings her to nursing office if he is at school, and if his S/O is afriad of being seen injured, because she sneeked out and got hurt, he will try to patch her up him self.

He may not be best at it ( cus he is mainly studying prince duties and not first aid) but he tries

When she is patched up he forces her to lay down and rest.

He wants to cuddle with her really bad, but is afriad he will hurt her more.

So will cuddle only when she ask for it, but will still be careful of not hurting her more.

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BRANDON:

He would be freaked out on the inside but would try to keep his cool.

If he can't get her to doctor to get treated he will do it himself.

And he is doing a really good job.

Knows exacly what to do, because he helps SKY a lot . Since he is his (servant) best friend.

So he is really gentle and quick.

After he is done, he will lay his S/O down and goes to cook something for her

I don't know why but I imagine BRANDON coming from big family, where his mother taught him how to cook for his lover, to treat his partner well and atc..It just somehow sits with his personality to me 😂

He cooks her either her favorite food or food his mother cooked for him when he was child.

And in the end he will lay with his sweetheart and falls asleep while he stroking her hair.

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RIVEN:

RIVEN would see red. How are someone lay finger on HIS S/O. He would be ready to beat someone a*s, but then he realized that his lover is still standing there injured.

He would patch her up him self Right away, cause he thinks he is only one who knows what is best for his S/O.

Is doing quite OK job, he have to patch him self after training from time to time so he knows what he is doing.

First quiestion he ask will be "WHO did this to you babe?!", if it's some particuler person, you can be sure as f*ck he will beat them up

He will try to cheer his S/O up (Spoiler : he is terrible with words)

Is touch starved but will not admit it

His S/O have to the first one to touch him

If his S/O wants to cuddle he lays down with her but is really stiff, but after sometime gets used to it and cuddle clloser.

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HELIA:

Is calm on the outside ,but plots revenge on person who did it.

Will sat her down and start to clean wounds

After he's dome will give a kiss to every single one of bruises , scraches and other wounds

Lays with her comfortably and starts to to stroke the hair while he reads to her

Gives forehead kisses

If she has nightmares will hug her closer and whispers sweet nothings to her,for her to fall asleep again

In the end the most the sweetest one

But when she's asleep Helia will make sure the one who hurted his sweetest flower will pay

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So here it is 😂 i hope you liked it. It took me LOT of time (mainly because od procrastination) .

But it's finaly finished.

So bye for now.

Read and Enjoy your Christinaanime 💙

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"I look stupid don't I?" Sky asked, fixing the specs on his face as he pouted. Y/N sat on his bed a few feet away as he shook his head in response to Sky's question.

"Not at all. Why would wearing glasses make you look stupid?"

"Because I've always had perfect vision before, and now it turns out I need glasses? I don't know who was more in shock. Me or Silva. Fuck, Riven's never going to stop making fun of me." Sky moved away from the mirror and laid down on his back on the bed, as Y/N laid down next to him.

"Well, I happen to like your new glasses. They make you look so sexy in nerdy-chic. Makes your face look innocent and more angelic. Add that to your messy blonde sex hair, and you're a total knockout." Y/N said, tracing a finger over Sky's arm.

The young Specialist turned to him and smiled with a faint blush. "You always know how to make me feel better, while turning me on." He leaned down and kissed him on the lips. Sky cups his cheek as their lips danced in a chaste and slow kiss.

Sky pulled back and smiled. "As for my sex hair, you get the blame for that one."

"Hey, it's not my fault sex with you is so good that I'm addicted to it."

The Prince of Eraklyon just laughed.

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Driven (Darcy x Riven) Incorrect Quotes 01

Within the Happy AU where The Trix heal in Lightrock after the Ancestors are nuked after Magical Adventure. The Winx and Trix get along.

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Riven: Darcy, you love me, right? 

Darcy: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

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Riven: Ow! 

Darcy: What’s wrong? 

Riven: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow. 

Darcy: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

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Riven: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere* 

Darcy: ... Where did you get that? 

Riven: My pocket. 

Darcy: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket? 

Riven, shrugs: Skills.

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[Driven after Darcy said that she hates a food that happens to be one of Riven's favourites]

Riven: BWWAAAAAAAAAA! Oh, you hear that? That's the wrong opinion alarm. 

Darcy: That is not something you actually have installed. 

Riven: Sorry, say again? I couldn't hear you over my alarm that YOU SET OFF with your WRONG-ASS OPINION.

Darcy: Riven

Riven:

Darcy, trying not to laugh: You-

Riven: BWWAAAAAAAAAA!

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Riven: Quacking in my boobs over this

Riven: QUAKING*

Riven: BOOTS* FUCKER.

Darcy: HA

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Riven: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming? 

Helia: Can everyone in this godforsaken group please learn the skill called "Think Before You Speak"? 

Brandon: Ya know... it might be.

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*Riven and Darcy playing minecraft* 

Riven: Oh no, oh no, oh no- 

Darcy: What’s wrong? 

Riven: I did a thing. 

Darcy: You regret the thing you dID- 

Riven: *screams* 

Darcy: What the fuck did you do- *sees mass of aggravated Piglin* Damn it- 

Riven: *screams again*

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Darcy: What's two plus two? 

Riven, drunk as hell: Math. 

Darcy: ...I will accept that answer.

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*at 3am* 

Stormy: *runs into Riven's room and turns on the light* Wake up sleepyhead! 

Riven: *wakes up* Dude! 

Stormy: *cackles* 

Darcy: *sits up from where they were sleeping behind Riven * What the fuck, Stormy? 

Stormy: *jaw drops* Wait WHAT-

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Brandon: Ooh, somebody has a crush 

Riven: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Darcy I just think she's cool, it’s not like I stay up at night thinking about her. 

*Later that night* 

Riven, very much awake: Uh oh.

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Riven: Darcy kissed me! 

Brandon: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! 

Riven: It was unbelievable! 

Brandon: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! 

Timmy: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Brandon, get the wine and unplug the phone. Riven, does this end well or do we need tissues? 

Riven: Oh, it ended very well. 

Brandon: Do not start without me! Do not start without me! 

Timmy: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing? 

Riven: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it. 

Timmy: Ohh... So, okay, was she holding you? Or were her hands on your back? 

Riven: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair. 

Brandon and Timmy: Ohhh. 

*meanwhile* 

Darcy eating pizza in their house: And, uh, and then I kissed him. 

Icy: Tongue? 

Darcy: Yeah. 

Stormy: Cool.

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Bloom: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room. 

Darcy: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you. 

*Riven walks in* 

Darcy: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

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Riven: Due to personal reasons, I will be fucking sinking to the bottom of the ocean in a large metal box. 

Timmy: Did Darcy say 'I love you' and you said 'Thanks'? 

Riven: THE REASONS ARE PERSONAL–

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Darcy: Hey, wanna take a shower with me? 

Riven: I have a gun in that nightstand beside the bed. If I ever say no to that question, I want you to take it out and shoot me because I’ve obviously gone crazy.

Darcy, blushing:

Riven: Are you good, babe?

Darcy: UhuhI'mFine. Totally fine. WhyWouldYouAsk?

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[redfountainpostin]

Fell in love with your blog, went on a rampage to a friend about Riven/Darcy, came up with ideas, bon appetit! (Is that meme giving away my age?)

Riven who had his head so played with that he straight up doesn't trust his senses, anything he sees could be one of Darcy's illusions, someone calls his name and he ignores it cause he's gotten used to Darcy's voice inside his head pushing him to do x or y

He'll ignore his body's signals, hunger? Thirst? Pain? He can't tell if it's him or Darcy's tricks, so he ignores it just to be sure (meanwhile our boy is severely dehydrated and has 20 broken bones), the squad will have to remind him to eat, or drink or get to the infirmary

Darcy implants fake memories in his head, after, he can't tell his real past from the fake memories

Did he always liked X or Y? Or did Darcy influence him?

He loses some of his memories, there are things that no matter how hard he tries he can't recall

Shitty long term memory! If he's actively thinking about it, he doesn't forget, if he gets distracted, boom! It's gone. Post its all over his room and the kitchenette "you're allergic to strawberries", cause if he stops thinking about it he forgets, eats it and could go into anaphylactic shock. "Helia's mom's name is X" (I stole this one straight from Manacled, I'm not apologising).

The boys include this sort of thing in their conversation Hella will be talking about his mom and goes "my mother, X"

It's a PTSD free for all

Sometimes he'll go through his day convinced that he's in an illusion, that nothing he does it's really happening, and it isn't until he (accidentally) hurts someone that he realises "oh shit, it's been real the whole time"

Someone has to get him a night light for kids, cause now he's kinda terrified of the dark, I feel like Darcy could have him in total darkness for a while, he can't tell where he is, what time it is, what's going on. It makes him extra paranoid.

She could take away all his senses at the same time. After, he's extra sensitive and hyperaware, and will alternate between "Sky is breathing too loud" and ignoring the literal Armageddon outside his window cause "it's just another illusion" or because he can't feel it happening, some of his senses will stop working randomly. (Hello S3 blind Aisha parallels!)

Riven is not really a favourite, but his relationship with Darcy has so much potential! Feel free to use this or discard them all 🩷

Oh my god thank you so much for sending this, I love ALL OF THIS (also, I think Manacled is showing your age more than Bon Appetit, but potato potato XD, god bless us) I've been playing around with Riven having memory issues myself!!! I actually hc he already has those issues from his childhood, there was no head injury that caused it, it was just that he went through something so traumatic his brain just locked down an entire year of memories. Like, from age 10 to 11, it's blank, nada, empty, prazno, kaput. So when Darcy fucks with his head, it makes it even worse!!! What if he gets a (bad) habit of carrying a recorder in his pocket at all times?? In the evening he listens through it on sped up version to make sure everything was real. When someone finds out they're furious and he has to stop, bc it IS violating towards others, but it causes him so much stress. I also actually HCed him to feel much SAFER in the dark, because growing up, dark meant a lot more places to hide; Darcy taking that away from him, basically ruining a safe space, especially if he is a night owl, is just *chef's kiss*. And yea, my boy doesn't eat properly!! He will either forget, or refuse, or have a very specific think he'll eat and nothing else. I actually hc him to not eat bread, mostly bc I don't eat bread, so he bastardizes all sandwiches and just eats the filling and none of the bread, leaving his squadmates mildly disturbed XD Helia's mom definitely had to introduce himself like 3 times before he actually remembered her, but she doesn't hold it against him (I hc that Helia has really nice parents and bc I hc that Saladin got him into RF, and Saladin is Helia's fam, the whole fam kinda wants the best for him, except for Helia when he reaches for a sandwich in the fridge only to bite in and see that someone took out all the fillings) Also, to quote Harley Quinn: everyone else can see this trippy magic stuff yea? He literally has to ask at the end of each season during the obligatory final battle lololololol I really like the idea of the guy just being perma damaged and that's how it is and he has to live with it and his friends will be there for him AND HE HAS TO SEE THE PERSON WHO DID THAT TO HIM EVERY YEARS BC TRIX REFUSE TO FUCK OFF-

[witchbitchartist]

Some Specialist Headcanons (aka last minute thoughts before bed)

I like to believe the boys liked to go for drinks on the weekends

By the boys I mean Riven and Brandon

Eventually Sky got sucked in

So that left Timmy as the DD

Not that he volunteered to be

In fact he didn’t volunteer for anything. He wanted to stay in his dorm and study or play video games.

Especially with those three - because you get all three of their normal personalities but amp it up to 100 with booze.

So wrangling all three back to Red Fountain in one piece with his full sanity was a major chore

Again he could have stayed in his dorm

But Timmy felt guilty letting those three fools wander aimlessly back to the school

Especially with Riven trying to fight anyone that even looks at them or Brandon trying to kiss every person he stumbles into.

So when Helia came into the group, Timmy happily handed over the title.

And on those nights, would lock himself in his dorm and ignore anyone that dared to knock on his door.

Helia’s first night as DD started with him going with them.

He didn’t drink, heavens no.

He kept an eye on them and diffused any situation any of his squad mates would bring.

After Riven tried to start his third bar fight, Helia decided it was time to go.

So he calmly corralled the three and headed back.

And he honestly made it look very easy.

With a calm facade.

Like homeboy was not stressing.

They end up at the prestigious school.

He takes them through the back way “so they don’t get caught”

He has them wait outside the dragon stables to “make sure the way is clear”

They didn’t question it.

Though they did question him when he brought the hose out of the barn

But within the dead of night, three idiots sobered up real quick when he douses them with water

Did I mention that the nozzle was set to the highest pressure setting?

Then like the man of mystery he is, the man drops the hose and turns to walk into the building.

Offering the stunned three a good night

They apologize the next morning.

The next time they go out, they beg Timmy to DD.

Like literally begged, they were pounding on his door.

He turned up the volume on his computer and drowned them out with the sounds and music of the game he was currently playing with Tecna online.

So they would rock, paper, scissor who would be DD each night.

That's how it goes until Nabu comes along

They stuck him with being DD

But little do they know, he joined in with their comradery.

So Helia came to pick them up.

He takes them through the front. All the way to their dorms.

He brings them one by one to pass out in the shower

Where he blasts cold water on them

So they keep drinking to a minimum from now on…somewhat…

[dayas]

44. If you die, I’m going to kill you + Rivusa 🤭

Drabble Prompts

Tiff I’ve literally been waiting all week for this 😵‍💫 let’s get into it! 😁

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Musa knew fear. Quite well, actually. It coursed through her veins the day her mother died, flooded her as Sam lay in the infirmary, and engulfed her when she considered the depths and limitations of her own power. Musa and fear were close friends. But Riven? He was fearless. At least, that was what she thought, before she saw his eyes flash in a panic.

“Fuck, fuck,” she muttered, kneeling down to where his body was, halfway hidden behind bushes.

“How did you find me?” he gasped, staring up at her.

“You called me.”

She’d felt it the moment he was injured, the depths of his mind screaming out her name. She screamed then too, calling for him as she ran through the forest. She had no idea how he did it, or how deep their bond ran, but she couldn’t consider that currently. Not when his blood squelched beneath her knees, painting the grasses he laid on a horrifying crimson. She ripped her shirt, tying it around his stomach as tightly as she could.

“Musa,” Riven coughed, “if I don’t make it…”

“Shut the fuck up, Riv,” Musa said, hiding her terror behind pure anger. How dare he. How dare he even consider leaving her here.

“You’re going to make it, because if you die, I’ll kill you.”

“You’re cute when you’re angry.”

It was half a breath and it obviously pained him to say it, even if he was trying to pretend that it didn’t. Musa huffed, hauling him to his feet. She couldn’t heal him here.

“Just hold on, okay?” she told him, quieter, hating the way her voice quivered. “I need you to hold on for me.”

Riven grunted what Musa could only assume was his agreement. She set off, halfway carrying him until they reached Alfea’s gates.

“He needs a healer, now!” she yelled as she stormed through the doors. Two Specialists darted forward to carry him. She followed quickly, staying by his side as they set him down. Riven lurched forward off the bed they’d placed him on, convulsing. Musa’s hand shot out, tightly grasping his.

“What are you doing?” a Specialist snapped at her.

She returned their words in an enraged hiss.

“Taking his pain so when someone who can actually fucking help him gets here, he doesn’t take their head off with his flailing body. That alright with you?”

Her glare was ferocious enough to quiet any further disagreements. Musa knelt down next to his bed, focusing as she squeezed Riven’s hand. She bit down on her lip until she tasted blood when she took his pain, doing all she could to keep from crying out in front of everyone.

A healer burst into the infirmary, questioning what happened. Musa told them, and they began their work immediately with a brusque, “Everyone out!”

Quick as lightning, Musa darted forward once more, her hand brushing his hair away as her lips pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“I’ll be just outside, I promise,” she whispered to him.

She waited until the infirmary door closed behind her to collapse to the ground, her entire body wracked with sobs.

[charmixpower]

So I've been asked what my ideal relationship timeline is winx would be like for the canon relationships (on discord), so here it is!!!

Bloom/Sky:

This fucking relationship was a mess! Not even a mess in the way Rivusa was a mess, I mean them both imagining a kiss at the end of s1 fucking mess. Help what is wrong with them

For them I would like them to get in a relationship before the Trix try and convince Bloom that she was made by the ancestral witches (Valtor foreshadowing?) and then they break up during the Diaspro event. He gets his ass DUMPED!!! Consequences for your actions you little asshole!!!

They make up during the s1 finale and Sky is like "can we start dating again 🥺" and Bloom is like "No💙". The imagined kiss can still happen, it was so insane, you can keep it

Then s2 happens and Sky is trying so hard to be a good bf "plz take me backkk" and then hes like "I hate Avalon. I'm not even like doing this bc I want you back, that man is CREEPY. Riven agrees and we had an entire civil conversation about it. Baby plz." Bloom is not listening 💙💙💙 and then the dark Bloom thing happens and Sky fights tooth and nail to save her and they make up form like everything from s1 and s2!!! Yaya

After all that they are dating now, good for them, good for them. WAIT? WHATS GOING ON?? ITS VALTOR WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!! SKLOOM IS ON THE FUCKING FLOOR!!! God they are such a fucking mess goddamn

Riven very quickly points out that Sky was under mind control and Bloom feels bad and she goes to save him and they talk about it and they're fine mostly. They talk about it, it hurt them both but it doesn't fuck them up completely

The first movie is the same except they don't get engaged, please calm down both of you, think about this for a little longer, but they're happy and good for them

Stella/Brandon:

Literally the only thing I would change is that they are obviously in a relationship early in s1 and they DON'T break up after the reveal, even though Brandon thinks they're broken up

That's it, aside from that no notes

Musa/Riven:

The show ends after the first movie, the later seasons don't exist and can't hurt me (<- are currently hurting me)

In season one it's established that Musa and Riven met before the season and Musa remembers the interaction a better than Riven does, instead of her seeing Riven act like a dick and then suddenly liking him. She's already seen the soft side of him and she wants the "mean to everyone but me" relationship bc Musa is insane too ❤️

S1 and s2 should vibe most untouched aside from this and Riven and Musa should both acknowledge that they like each other at the beginning of s2 but don't get in a relationship bc Riven isn't emotionally ready 4 another relationship so soon after Darcy and Musa is nomral about it (she's not).

S3 except the golden Kingdom is slightly different, the worry Riven is feeling is shown over anything else. Yeah I'll keep the motorcycle thing in, Riven can't communicate and Musa has a mood disorder they're gonna get into a couple dump fights at first. That's just being mentally ill they're fine. They should like immediately make up tho, like as someone who knows people like this the apologies for being insane bc you had a mood swing or can't read social cues are like so quick

Keep the first movie but Riven doesn't have to relearn any lessons, he is simply vibing and in love with Musa and breaks out of mind control bc of his resounding guilt after being forced to hurt her

Tecna/Timmy:

TIMMY DOESN'T HAVE TO PROVE HIMSELF IN S2!!!! EVERYTHING STAYS THE SAME BUT THAT

Okay and Tecna doesn't explicitly state she doesn't want a relationship bc then it feels weird when she gets into one

But like in s2 when Tecna gets pissed at Timmy for not intentionally picking a fight he can't win that could get him killed?? She's treated as the one in the wrong and has to learn to be more chill than Timmy having to do anything, he literally wasn't in the wrong

S2 was so disrespectful to Timmy I SWEAR

Flora/Helia:

GIVE THEM MORE THAN ONE CHARACTER TRAIT!!!!!

Flora stops having a personality after this, please let her yell at people in begging you. Give Flora a character arc I'm begging you

Helia doesn't have a personality!! He has a bunch of implications and he's literally never around in s2 OR s3!! So often it's the winx and specialists except Helia!!

Let them like express different sides of their personality and give Helia more screen time, that's all I ask

I'm on my knees begging you

I can't even say anything because there's literally nothing to go off of

Take the shab stone comic and put it into the show

Aisha/Nabu:

Please imagine a world where Aisha is arranged to marry someone and that person and her love interest are two different ppl

Keep it the same except Nabu isn't her arranged partner, they meet while fighting on Andros and Nabu keeps showing up because he ran away from home and has no idea what the fuck he's doing without all his servants and he's asking Aisha for help djwbdbwjsbwnwbs

That would be MY ideal for them but if have to keep the large plot points the same I wouldn't change anything, like my problem is the inciting incident of their relationship the development itself is cute, but id want them to become official in s4 instead. Only Florelia (sane people) and Brella (soulmates) can get away with the one season romance and make it feel natural, Aisha would not get into a relationship that quickly, but that's a nitpick if anything

No other Aisha relationships exist and if they did they'd be with Roy and not Nex shut up

[teenagetreeherringparty]

Sky & Diaspro arranged marriage.

This marriage was negotiated by the King Regent of Isis and King Erendor. Erendor worried about the whole Yoshinoya situation and worried about if the witches would come back. He wished to make a strong alliance. So he offered a marriage to Isis. For not only their riches but for their most well-known export; enchanted obsidian weapons. He effectively wanted to make an empire.

Diaspros father was married to the deceased queen who died defending Isis from the smaller groups of followers of the Ancestral Witches. He remarried again and this woman is ambitious. When they both got this offer they saw a chance to make their planet known outside of the Malloy galaxy. And be grandparents to an empire. Having Eraklyon on their side would make them feared. And if it went through the two planets would be connected. Forever.

Sky and Diaspro have known each other since childhood. Diaspro doesn’t completely remember her mother; completely sees her stepmom as her mother and also inherits her stepmother's ambition. But, she still learned about her mother. Learned how she was a TRUE Queen of Isis; lived and breathed Isis. Even inheriting her habit of wearing clothing with her planet's colors. To truly embody their planet and heritage as its future Queen.

Diaspro knows that Isis, while extremely wealthy, is considered very small and insignificant in the grand magical dimension. Not having a big army or very many magic users. It was even a blessing she was even born a fairy(thanks to her dad) So, when the offer for a marriage alliance between Eraklyon and Isis was proposed; even wanted to join their planets together in an empire. She, along with her (step) mother immediately jumped on it. Her father didn't argue either; seeing as he also wanted what was best for their planet.

Sky and Diaspro are close in age and met early in this negotiation. Both spend holidays with each other’s family. Being invited to important balls held on each other's planets. They are friends. Best friends. But, there’s no love here. Their marriage is for the benefit of both planets. And both, as heirs, were fully ready for that. Wanting to do right by their families and citizens. Both planets were stable, yes, but both would gain big treasures from this.

That was until a sudden fairy from earth appeared; Bloom Peters.

Bloom was everything Sky found attractive in women. Strong, independent, stood up for what was right. When he met her, she reminded him of all those famous warriors from history and his trashy love novels. Not only that but Bloom knew how to flirt. She wanted to sweep Sky off his feet and lay it on THICK when she realized she had a crush on him. Making Sky a blushing mess (yes he got teased a bunch by Brandon, Timmy, and Riven (bastard))And after months of knowing her; he started developing feelings for her; to his absolute horror.

For the first time in his life; he wanted something just because and not because of his father/mother or his planet. He started imagining kissing her, exchanging flowers, and getting gifts for each other. Imagine other things…….

Things he had tried to imagine doing with Diaspro that just kinda made him feel…….sick? Empty? Numb.

He loves Diaspro, but more in a platonic” I know I can count on your kind of way” a “you cry on my shoulder I cry on yours”. Very similar to what his relationship with Brandon is like(me: at least for now 😌) And the fact he was falling in love with someone so quickly made him feel like he was betraying not just Diaspro but Bloom too since switch was going on.

What the hell is he going to do?

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I know I will never make this into a rewrite. But @rivensdefenseattorney, @dragonfly0808, @redfountainpostin, @charmixpower, and many others inspired me to take a crack at this.

Also I wanna make Male wife Sky x Bloom” come here baby girl” Peters

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

another way to die-- did you miss me?

SMUT LIES BENEATH THE CUT.

Brucemont was here.

Brucemont was here and he looked good and amazing and he was here, it wasn't another letter he was here he was here he was here— Sebastian swallowed. He needed to get a grip. Needed to focus. Breathe around the sudden hot coil of something inside him.

"What—what are you doing here?" He got out. Gods—how long had it been? A year? He was pretty certain it was a year. Or less than that? He didn't know, didn't really care, Brucemont was in front of him and he was alright, he was safe, he…looked whole.

"It's…I…" Brucemont struggled to form words, his throat bobbing. Unbidden, his feet moved—bringing him closer to Sebastian. His fingers itched, wanting to reach out and grab the gunbreaker's hand.

Think. He could think. He could speak.

"There's…everything's alright back home." He said, latching onto something of a coherent thought. "But—is there someplace private where we can talk?"

"Private?" Sebastian repeated. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the elezen. Brucemont was here, in front of him, graceful and lithe and he wanted to throw himself into his arms-he wanted to pull the dragoon into his arms and never let him go—

Get a grip!

"We have rooms. Down the way." Sebastian jerkily turned on one foot, gesturing. "F-follow me." He started to walk, Brucemont coming up alongside him. The Fo'ward Cabins suddenly seemed so very far away. And was it just him, or was it hotter than normal for the morning?

"How-how was your trip?" There. He sounded normal. Sebastian forced himself to smile, reaching a finger up to his neck to pull at his armor's collar. Brucemont's eyes immediately locked onto the movement—since when had Sebastian's armor become that formfitting?

"Enlightening. I've not been on a boat for quite some time. Unless you counted the ferries that used to run when Coerthas was still green." There. A full set of sentences. Gods he could smell Sebastian's scent again—gunpowder, smoke and the odd spicy strangeness that was his aether. A combination that was making his mouth water and his body harden.

No. No, no, no! He needed to focus.

"I see." To Sebastian, his voice sounded breathless, and he inhaled quickly. Mercifully, Brucemont had gone silent and was looking around, taking in the area.

"Do you know, this place might be more colorful than Thavnair? At least from what I've seen so far." He ventured.

"I wouldn't be surprised, though I think they're on par with both." To Sebastian's surprise, suddenly they were at the docks leading to the Fo'ward Cabins. Peshekwa and Bol Wuruq watched with avid curiosity as the gunbreaker led the dragoon past them.

"Here. My cabin's this way." He'd taken the third cabin. Reinhardt had the fourth, Mathye and Augustine were sharing the first, and Riven had taken the second. With butterflies and heat flaring in his gut, Sebastian fumbled about for his key, inserting it into the lock and opening the door. Brucemont entered behind him.

"T-Thank you." He said. Sebastian didn't immediately answer, locking the heavy wood. The click of the metal sounded…loud in the sudden silence. Too loud.

"Is…is this private enough?" He ventured, turning around. Brucemont nodded jerkily.

"It is." He let his eyes roam, taking in the tropical decor. Something to distract him from the raging need boiling just beneath his skin—here was Sebastian in front of him, it'd been months since he'd last touched him— Behind him, Sebastian forced himself to keep his hands by his sides.

"So…you've got the privacy you wanted." He began, trying to keep his voice light. But gods it was hard—he was very now acutely aware that it'd been months since he'd kissed Brucemont, months since they'd had sex, months of being lonely. And as if the Twelve had heard his prayer, here was the dragoon, looking like sin itself, in his rooms.

"Right. Privacy. I…I had asked for that." Brucemont swallowed thickly, turning around to set his bag down on a nearby seat.

"Has…you said everything was alright at home, but did something happen?"

"No! Well…sort of. But not in the way that you think." Merciful Halone, was he babbling?! He was babbling like a fucking idiot. Gritting his teeth, Brucemont turned on a heel to see Sebastian rest his gunblade on a nearby weaponrack, then turn to face him. The action reminded Brucemont that he still had his spear strapped to his back, he really should do something about it.

"Sorry." He muttered, starting to unbuckle the straps. He needed to think. Get his head right. He'd put up his weapon, then ask for Sebastian to call for Reinhardt and the others. Explain why he'd come to Tural, and hopefully start getting some answers for Aymeric. Brucemont felt the hyur's eyes linger on him as he went to rest the spear against the wall.

"I came straight from Ish—" Out of the corner of his eye Brucemont saw a blur of white. Half turning—he suddenly was shoved into the wall as Sebastian plastered himself against him, grabbing his collar. Heat blazed in the brunette's eyes as he yanked the elezen's head down, kissing him as passionately as he could…

And all rational thought fled Brucemont's mind. Heat and need exploded inside him, and his hands rose to snatch the front of Sebastian's armor, to keep him close. Sebastian's hands were moving, grabbing at his chest.

"Off." He panted as the elezen broke away to drag in a lungful of air. "Take it off. Now." He pawed at a buckle, moaning as the dragoon started to pull at the straps and fabric of his armor.

"Same for you." Brucemont growled. Sebastian pulled free, blindly stripping off his gauntlets and kicking free of his greaves. As he pulled off his doublet, Brucemont felt his mouth water. The Turali sun had given Sebastian's skin just the lightest tint of bronze, and it looked as if he'd muscled up even more. Freeing himself from his own chestpiece, Brucemont grabbed Sebastian, bending his head to devour his lips once again. Now his hands could roam freely-mapping the hyur's chest, arms, his back. Sebastian's hands were doing the same, callused palms setting off levin-licks among Brucemont's nerves. For several moments the pair clung to each other, before Brucemont moved, forcing Sebastian to move with him. He didn't stop until the hyur's back hit the nearest wall.

Sebastian gasped in shock, and Brucemont took advantage-capturing the other man's lips again in a kiss. The world had narrowed down to just the two of them, blissful silence interspersed by Sebastian's pants and low moans. A shudder overtook Sebastian as the quiet sank into his bones, and he tilted his head back as the elezen started to press kisses against his throat.

"Mmmm." He shuddered, eyelids fluttering as Brucemont continued the line of kisses over his neck. This close, the other man's scent was like a drug—dragonfire and whiskey, easing a craving that Sebastian had been doing his best to ignore for months. For the pleasure of it he ran his hands over Brucemont's torso and back, something inside him hitching at the low growl that came from the dragoon.

"Again." Brucemont demanded. "Touch me again, Sebastian." He'd missed his lover's hands, the soothing press of the palms over his skin, the firey rake of his fingernails. Sebastian obeyed, letting his fingers roam. He knew every inch of Brucemont's body, knew the exact map of every imperfection and scar. Slowly he let them dip lower, fingers running through the faint line of dark hair starting at Brucemont's waist.

"I said, all of it off." He panted, pulling at Brucemont's waistband. Then a cry escaped him as the dragoon growled, biting down firmly on the curve of his neck. Levin shot through Sebastian, pleasure and pain combining into one sensation that threatened to pull him under.

Helpless, he could only cling to the elezen as clever hands made quick work of his own pant ties, freeing him from confinement. Brucemont gently ran his tongue over the red marks he'd made, then bit down again, sucking at the skin. The fingers of one hand wrapped around Sebastian's length, squeezing just hard enough to make the gunbreaker moan.

"Brucemont!" No more levin, now it was fire. Fire and bliss and just a kiss of pain as Brucemont squeezed again, smiling into Sebastian's skin as his cock throbbed in his hands.

"Did you miss me?" He whispered, trailing kisses up to to Sebastian's ear. "It feels like you did." Precum made his fingers slick as he squeezed and stroked, pulling back to watch as the hyur arched against him, his hips bobbing in the air.

"Did you miss me?"

"I did." Sebastian gasped out. "I did-I did…Brucemont!" The levin-sparks were back, mixing with the fire to sting his skin and send waves of sensation through him. Every pass of Brucemont's hand was pleasure-pain, every stroke threatening to send him over the edge. Desperately Sebastian wrapped his arms around the elezen, digging his nails into Brucemont's back for some sort of anchor.

"Brucemont, please." He begged. He didn't care if it was too soon, he didn't care if it was quick—he needed more. More pleasure-pain. More of his lover's touch, his presence filling an empty void that like the other things about him, he'd tried to ignore for months. Brucemont groaned, bringing his lips back to capture Sebastian's own again.

"Touch me." He demanded inbetween kisses. "I want your hands on me." Then his eyes crossed as Sebastian obeyed—those clever fingers pushing his pants off his hips, greedily wrapping themselves around his own aching cock. He was hard to the point of pain and leaking but he didn't care, it'd been months—months of loneliness.

"There you go." He whispered, following up his encouragement by biting the hyur's lower lip. "Please me, Sebastian. Please me and I'll please you." A choked whimper escaped the brunette, a sound that the blue-haired elezen devoured greedily. Sebastian's fingers flexed and tightened, and Brucemont couldn't repress the moan that escaped him.

"Do it." He growled. For extra emphasis he tightened his own grip on Sebastian's cock, giving a long, slow stroke that resulted in a sob escaping the other man's throat and his body writhing, pinned between Brucemont and the wall. Pleasure bloomed up and down his spine as the gunbreaker obeyed, and soon there was no room, no Tural—no mission from Aymeric.

Just him and Sebastian.

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(thank you to @healerstail for the gpose!!)

[mu5a]

AGHHH i've thought about harpist!helia too!! you're so right helia pretty hands agenda >>> and same! i love the comics so much - the pairings are always drawn so affectionately! it's so much more lovey than the show is :') (and dude if you have more helia asks i will eat them straight out of your hands im going insane over here aljhgd)

omg yes i’m glad you agree! i love how elegant the movement is when people play the harp. now thoughts on songwriter helia… i think the idea would be so cute!! like imagine musa helping him out 😭😭

no because seriously physical touch has gotta be at least in the top 2 love languages for all the winx and specialists. not a day that i don’t think about ice skaters!florelia. i couldn’t for some reason find the other winx couples from the comics on pinterest but i did find rivusa. the rivusa kiss scene where it wasn’t actually riven literally one of my favorite rivusa moments ever.

oh and i think someone else headcanoned/observed that to get musa’s attention he grabs her chin and i think that’s so cute 😭😭 i love the details in the comics i could gush about it all day!!!

sending helia asks o7

[evycloudberry]

* note: I am writing this as (Y/N) being a fire fairy.

* note: I did not name the friends, so all readers can ‘personalize’ this story easily. They are mentioned according to their ability.

Disclaimer: swearing

Taglist: @slytherinambitious @ellatitanium @untalentedsideoffandoms

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Begin Again (Part 9)

"Talk about the devil," her brother remarked, nodding towards the figure at the entrance. "That's definitely my cue to leave!"

And he hurried off in quick footsteps.

She approached him, smiling but a bit puzzled.

"I thought I'd check on you after today's events," he began.

"That's very considerate of you, Riven. You didn't have to," she said appreciatively.

"As crazy as this is going to sound, I care. I can only imagine what happened this evening, so I had to make sure to check on you," he replied sincerely.

"That's very sweet. I am fine. Thank you for taking the time to do that, especially after the hectic day you must have had yourself. You're a good friend," she replied warmly.

He chuckled nervously. "Friend... yeah. Well, this friend saw some pretty ugly shits this evening, and thought he might just take a another big risk before the next attack. We never know, I could run out of luck."

She frowned, puzzled. "I needed to make sure you know that I will fix whatever is going on. I guess it's a fucked-up way to teach me a lesson, but I am going to fight for you. Even if all our memories together are gone from your memory, even if I get erased, I will find a way to get back to normal. Our normal... now that sounded completely insane," he laughed, and she joined in.

"It absolutely did! And to be honest, I am not sure I understand" she admitted.

"Just try to remember that I love you, (Y/N)" he blurted out.

The silence hung heavily. "Your timing is very bad" she said with a low voice.

"And technically, you love me." He added

"You don't say..." she quickly responded, she wanted out of the awkward situation, and passing him, but she stopped abruptly upon hearing his next words.

"And, icing on the cake: You and I, we are dating! Or at least, we were... it's complicated."

"I can see that." She turned to face him

"I broke up with you."

"May I ask why?" she said in a harsh tone, feeling strangely hurt by the revelation

"Honestly, I'm not even sure anymore..."

"Are you doing this because you want closure?" She questioned her heart tightening, and accelerating. But she could not understand why. Could he be telling the truth? Why couldn’t she remember?

"No! I mean, honestly, this situation is fucking confusing..."

"You're a nice guy, Riven. But communication doesn't seem to be your forte. I'm going to assume this was a drunk conversation," she concluded, then turned and left for good.

As she approached her suite, she noticed a shadow at the door.

"This might be creepy, but I was hoping to see you before turning in," Zane greeted her.

"Zane, hey. You didn't have to. Funny, someone had the same idea."

"Oh. Someone I know?"

"Let's not go down that road... it's too late for heavy conversations."

"Well, let's not talk then," he smiled, opening his arms. "Sometimes all you need is a hug. And you look like you could use one right now."

She contemplated it for a moment before accepting. It felt nice—his strong yet gentle arms, his calm and soothing heartbeat, his regular warm breath on her head. It was pleasant yet oddly unsettling. As if this comforting moment was somehow wrong. For now, she decided to push those feelings aside. She was tired, emotionally stirred by her earlier conversations: her brother's warning and Riven's strange revelations had left her feeling on edge. So, she welcomed this support.

Zane started to rub her back and then her arms slowly and tenderly. She relaxed, wrapping her arms around his waist, savoring the moment. How could this be wrong? His lips brushed against her forehead, and he gave her a gentle kiss. She shifted her body slightly, just enough to look up. Only a few inches separated their faces, their noses almost touching. His eyes admired her features, eventually moving to her lips. With no opposition from her, he leaned in.

Her mind got hazy for a moment, enjoying the softness of his lips on hers, warm and gentle. She opened her eyes and gently pushed on his torso, creating some space between them. They gazed at each other, both smiling.

She broke the silence first. "I'm sorry. We have a rule about boys staying over that prevents me from asking you to stay the night..."

"Well, we could go to my dorm? Nothing frisky, I swear. It's just that... it would be such a shame to walk away right now," he suggested.

She laughed before agreeing. Before leaving together, she slipped into her room to grab some essentials for the next day.

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[just-horrible-things]

‘Verse: Resistance AU: Chewtoy, Alt: Bad End Timeline: close to the end

Fever Dog [First | Prev]

A dog barks at the end of its chain. Barks, and barks, and barks. Sharp, echoey sounds like rocks falling into a well. Is this what a dog sounds like? Bark, and bark, and bark, pulling at the chain and the chain clinks and the dog barks.

They kick the dog. Every day, in his heavy boots, steel-toed boots with scuffs on with thick black polish on. He kicks the dog and it yelps, it whines, it whimpers, it growls, and always it gets hit. In rain and in snow and in sweltering summer heat and the smell of tarmac. The dog yelps, barks, growls, whines, sunrise sunset.

The sun wheels across the sky, kaleidoscope shadows, red sun yellow sun long shadows like a nature film and that click-click-click-click film reel noise they used to play at the start of movies. Sunrise sundown sunrise sundown or the sky is still and the world is spinning full circle, upside down, dizzying, unrelenting.

Bark, bark, bark, bark, there is the dog again. At the end of its chain and howling. Every day beaten and kicked but when he calls to it every day it comes slinking, snarling, low to the ground miserable but it comes to his call. 

He is calling now but the dog is still barking. Does it hear him? Does it hear him over the sound of its own voice? Does it even hear itself or is the bark bark bark so constant it is nothing, just nothing, just noise, and the dog doesn’t even know.

Every day the beating and the dog still crawls but sometimes a kicked dog bites. One day the kicked dog bites, and buries its teeth in his throat and shakes him like a rat. One day the dog remembers it is a dog with finger-long teeth and jaws that clench hold strain ache hurt cling bite bite.

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Riven curses, and slaps her upside the head. It doesn’t dislodge her grip, just jolts her teeth in his skin. 

“Where the fuck did that come from?” 

He thought she was out cold, or near as. Eyes pointed at nothing, unresponsive to his hands and to the kiss of the knife. 

He digs the fingers of his free hand into the muscles of her jaw. When that doesn’t work, he gets a hold of her by the nose to prise her jaw open by force until he can yank his hand free. The skin tears a little further, caught on her lower teeth.

She snaps after him, teeth clacking together like a mechanical trap. She still has those dead eyes, not even looking at him.

“Dirty little bitch,” he growls, “I knew you were still in there.”

Ignoring the blood trickling down his fingers, he grabs one of her shattered hands and twists, feeling the shards of bone grind together between his fingers. That’s gonna have to come off soon before it poisons her blood.

She arches her back and screams – or tries. Her voice is a wisp of a thing as ruined as her body, more breathy hiss than real scream. Ribs move unnaturally under her skin as her chest heaves for air.

“You want to die, bitch?” he hisses. “I know you do. Beg me, and I might consider it.” Still the same vacant stare, not even looking at him. “You remember how to beg? You used to be so good at this.” Stubborn bitch hasn’t begged since the first week. She thinks she can win this?

He twists her hand again. She arches her back and tries to scream.

“Don’t pretend you can’t fucking hear me, you can’t pretend after you fucking bit me.” He slaps her with his bitten hand, leaving a smear of his blood across her cheek, brighter than the caked-on stains of her own blood.

Her teeth clack in the air again.

Seething with fury, Riven pushes down on her chest until he feels the crack of bone slipping against bone. She convulses, limbs twitching, mouth open in a futile gasp.

Still the same empty fucking eyes, faking like she isn’t even processing. Maybe he should rip them out.

—

The dog has its teeth in her flesh. The bark bark bark runs through the meat like waves in jelly. Bark bark agony bark. Raw splitting burning meat cracking and turning to black under the sun. Lungs full of crumpled paper, crackling on every breath. Bark, bark, bark.