#i wish i walked around generating sparkles too

[hollowfaith]

give an 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔥, take a 𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖊

[gguk-n]

Hello there! Love your work on the Max Verstappen x reader fiction. If it isn't too much, can I request an angst based on the song " All I wanted was a coffee" by Samantha Ebert? You can decide the ending but, a gut wrenching angst with kelly is appreciated. Thank you!

I hope you like this, I tried to use the song in the way that I saw fit. The reader has many insecurities and bit of mommy issues. Mention of cuts and bleeding.

Part 1 of Do you love me?

I wish you loved me

{Reader’s POV}

Max and I started dating soon after he got out of a really long relationship with his ex. With Max being a Formula One driver; the details of his past were general knowledge, did I wish I didn’t know? Yes. Because in the pictures of Max and Kelly, you could see his eyes sparkled and he would smile so bright sometimes and I felt like I never got to know that Max. But every relationship is different; I couldn’t compare it, could I?

Max was loving, I mean every boyfriend is. He would sometimes forget important stuff but he was a busy man with an even busier job.

But it hurt when I saw Max with P or Kelly for that matter. His eyes would light up; I just felt like crap every time he met them, but Max never noticed. At the end of the day, Max was always around P while she was growing up, it was a given she missed him, right?

It got worse when Kelly started coming to races and meeting Max. The worst was yet to come; the other girlfriends started to side eye me whenever me and Max would interacted as if Max was Kelly’s boyfriend.

I was in the bathroom when I heard them; they were talking about how Max and Kelly looked cute together, they were the model family, that Max deserved better. Kelly even talked about all the gifts he got her and P recently. I just sat there in the cubical for a very long time.

I waited, I was dumb I know but no one’s loved me before and the fact that Max was willing to love me even for a moment felt like relief. I didn't want to let him go, I could not when there was a chance he would come back.

I waited like always, Max was always away having dinner with P since she missed him. She missed him a lot ever since we started dating. I never said anything since Max was like her father figure but it hurt.

One of those nights, I was sat drinking whiskey, it was in Max’s alcohol cabinet. The bottle was almost over. The snacks dried up soon after the third glass. I was sat on the floor, glass in hand when Max walked in. “World’s best dad everyone” I sang. “How much did you drink?” He laughed. He laughed at me. “You know my mother was right” I said, trying to get up. “She wasn’t really the best mom, now was she” Max commented. “Yeah but she was right about a lot of things and she was right about how difficult to love I was” I laughed. Max looked at me with sadness in his eyes, “don’t pity me Max.... How could Kelly steal you from me?” I cried. Max said nothing. “No no sorry sorry, how can something be stolen from me when it was never mine to begin with.” I laughed bitterly taking the last swig from my glass. “The alcohol’s gone Max, just like your feelings for me or did you ever have them to begin with?” I slurred.

“Y/N I” Max began. “No Max, you’re not at fault. It’s my fault for coming between 2 lovers. You should’ve told me that you loved her, I would’ve never dated you” I cried for the first time tonight in front of Max. As I steadied myself, the whiskey bottle fell and broke, and I tried to pick up the pieces but ended up cutting myself. “Hehe look Max I’m bleeding” I giggled holding up my hand. “Y/N let’s clean that up” Max said trying to hold my hand. “NO, Kelly won’t like it. I’m not a home wrecker...or maybe I am” I laughed bitterly. “Let me help you” Max pleaded. “You look at me with so much concern for the first time since we started dating” I pointed out. Max’s eyes bore into mine. I tried to walk away but ended up stepping on the glass. “Look I’m bleeding from my foot now too. At least now people can see that I’m hurting since I’ll have bandages all over me. My heart ache gets missed every time, you know. Maybe now, they might see my hurt, for once” I said with fresh tears forming.

“Mothers are always right. I’m unlovable, always been. If only I was pretty, if only I was a model, if only I was thinner, if only I was….Kelly Piquet, then you would’ve loved me. But I’m me, I’m plain old difficult to love, Y/N that’s why I’m unlovable” I chuckled. “Let’s go to the hospital” he pleaded again. “No, I’ll take care of myself. Don’t worry about me anymore. I’ll be out of your hair before you know it. Then you can have your happy ever after with Kelly” I laughed bitterly. “Did you ever love me?” I asked. Max was quiet. “I was just a rebound wasn’t I. Tell me you really loved me even for a second” I begged. “I’m sorry.” He said.

I grabbed my phone with my other hand while bleeding on to the floor; “don’t worry. I’ll clean your place before I leave” I said looking at the trail of blood I was leaving and dialled my phone calling the only person I knew in Monaco, the only person who didn’t hate me or talk badly about me, Lewis. “Lewis, Hi....I need to go to the hospital. I’m bleeding” I giggled. “Are you drunk? How did you hurt your self? Where are you?” He asked concerned. “Yes, yes, home no wait, Max’s home” I answered. I heard him sigh. “Where Max?” He asked. “He’s here” I said looking up at Max. “Ask him to take you now?” Lewis suggested. “NO, we broke up, and ex-boyfriend’s don’t take their ex-girlfriend’s to the doctor” I explained. “What?” He asked shocked. “Please Lewis, it hurts. Can you come soon?” I asked. “I’ll be there soon” Lewis said and cut the call. I sat there and looked at Max, “The whiskey tasted sweet as always and you sobered me up so fast” I sighed looking at the mess I had made.

Lewis came to take me to the hospital; he did not speak to Max. I guess even he knew what was going on. I didn’t see Max again after that either.

[echantedtoon]

A Lovers' Circle (Poly Haishira x Reader) Ch2

(Warnings: Some men being creeps towards Y/n, possibly some innuendos. Mentioned drinking and throwing up. Yn's bad date gets drunk.)

A  soothing plot of violin music danced with echoed tones throughout the square shaped room. The lovely music beating from the speaker system in the upper right corner. The softness of the melody was married to the surrounding ambience of silverware colliding with porcelain, clinking of glasses, and the soft sweet murmuring of voices. 

A quant little scenery to beheld a romantic gesture. A meeting of courtship. Possible start of love.

Eating in such a luxurious restaurant was not something she expected to be doing today.

Dim candlelights and low lights added that soft glow to the blue colored walls. A beautiful small chandelier handing up right in the center for a piece of class catching the glow in sparkling crystals. A pretty sight for sure. The sounds of at least three couples enjoying their nights of passion and love humored the beautiful room making it alive and more beautiful as they sat among the the beautiful cherry wood tables sitting in plush chairs and smiling amongst the lit candles on their white laced tablecloths.  An elderly couple in their golden years smiled at each other lovingly as the husband held his wife's hand shakily but still with love that lasted decades. No doubt a new couple right across from them trapped in the enchantment of first love's fire burning bright. A third one no doubt also enthralled with one another in the moment.

The slight itch of eyeshadow caused a woman's eyes to slightly blink and look around towards the surroundings. A slight frown dusted lipstick colored lips as they turned back to the candlelight in front of f/c orbs.

"Are you ready to order now, Ma'am?"

You jumped at the sudden soft voice. Blinking and directing your eyes towards the person who suddenly appeared in front of you. A generic waitress in black and white uniform smiling that familiar customer service grin, pen and paper at the ready to write down the wishes of the customer's taste buds.

"Oh! No. I uh-.. Well you see-" Eyes glanced towards the beautiful antique looking grandfather clock I the far left wall. According to it it was six o seven in the afternoon. Two hours and seven minutes from when you were supposed to meet with a certain person. "Um. Yeah. No." An awkward smile was given. "I-I'm still waiting for someone."

The waitress gave a look. A knowing one that probably said more about the situation but didn't comment on it as she turned and simply walked away from you. The awkward smile persisted more until she left you sitting there. Frowning again and staring down at the empty plate. The sigh that left your lips was loud and if you weren't far from most everyone else then you would've probably gotten looks. 

"You sound as if you are saddens by something."

You jumped once again as a deep voice spoke and you turned all the way around. . And you stared. A few seconds in you realized you were staring at the back of a large torso, and part of an arm. Blinking your eyes slowly trailed up and up and up-

"I apologize if I am too forward. I just couldn't help but notice that you were sounding a bit distressed."

You stared up in shock and see at the man behind you. Holy cow. He was..very tall. A head of black hair and tan skin greeted you as well as a pair of pure white eyes. The entire image took you off guard but you were more surprised that someone like him was able to come into the restaurant and you didn't notice. Were you that distracted?

"Uh. N-No." You held up a hand. Don't know why, if his eyes were like that then he was most likely blind. "Im meeting someone. Well I-I'm supposed to be." You turned back around and craned your neck to look around... however you sighed in defeat. "At least that was the idea."

"A date?"

"Blind date actually." You deadpanned sighing again. "My aunt, she's a matchmaker and this was all her idea."

"Ah. That is very kind of your aunt to arrange."

"Not really. The last few have been quite terrible." 

"Oh? How so?"

Where should you start?  How about the first time where your date looked nothing like his age or picture from the profile your aunt found? The man was old enough to be your grandfather! Thank goodness for the call your mom put in to ask how the date went, couldn't fake an emergency call faster. Or how about the time she set you up with a narcissist 'freelance nutritionist' who insisted your slight pollen allergy was because you didn't hear about his MLM pyramid scheme- You mean his totally legit dietary plan he was gonna sell to you for only a hundred dollars!!..You blocked his number after nearly twenty texts from him asking when you were gonna buy his 'diet plans'.

Or how about the time your aunt surprised you by setting you up on a blind double date with your cousin, her boyfriend, and his brother!! Which you didn't know was a date and you thought you all were only hanging out until said boyfriend's brother tried to kiss you, poured his drink on your shirt when you refused, and stomped off leaving you shocked and covered in lemonade. And then you had to call a taxi home because your cousin's boyfriend got made at YOU for making his brother angry and left you at the mall alone. Thank God for taxi services.

Or how about the guy you met at the bar who was already drunk when you arrived and threw up all over your car when you drove him home?Or how about the time you had lunch with that librarian? He was very nice, polite, maybe a bit paranoid and you found out why when his WIFE carrying a five month old baby stormed into the cafe and started loudly cursing both her HUSBAND and you out. 

You stopped going on dates after that and had a VERY firm and long talk with your aunt about her meddling with your love life. You only agreed to go on one last date because some rich people had paid your aunt to set him up with a girl. ANY girl. Apparently they were desperate to get him to meet some people. You only agreed because your aunt needed the job badly and you were promised a free dinner for your efforts. 

So with your permission, your aunt showed the guy a picture of you and showed you a pic in return. Recent according to his parents. Taken at a relative's wedding. You had to admit, he didn't look so bad. Pretty normal with wavy but short brown hair and matching brown eyes, average height and weight for a man at twenty four. From what your aunt told you he's a local college student majoring in computer sciences and from her interactions he's pretty forward but nice when they spoke in person. Ok. She gave you thirty dollars to buy yourself a free dinner so it's not too bad.

You did receive his number and had a brief conversation with him. He sounded normal if a little bored sounding, but you both agreed to meet at a nice restaurant called The Tuttles' Bar and Food at four the following Thursday. And that following Thursday you got dressed up nicely and went to go meet him. Arriving a few minutes early, and sending a quick text to him.

Y/n: Hey. I'm here a bit early!

Jake: K

Y/n: I'll wait for you inside. Ok?:)

Jake: Sure. At a friend's so imma be late.

Y/n: That's ok. I'll be sitting on the right side. See you soon.

So you went in and sat down and waited. And waited. And waited some more. Until two hours and seven minutes (and counting-) went by. You did send him a text thirty minutes in.

Y/n: You still coming?

Jake: Yep! Just left the house 

And then another one two hours in.

Y/n: Hey. Did you get lost or something? I've been waiting for nearly two hours now.

Left on read.

Y/n: Do you need directions? You ok?

Left on read.

Y/n: Look. If you don't want to go on a date at least tell me so I can just know you're not coming.

No answer. Not even left on read this time. 

You were very frustrated but decided to be nice and give him ten more minutes before you got up and just go get take out with the money your aunt gave you. It was six o' seven so only three minutes left to go before you left. 

"Well I think I'm being ghosted." You shrugged despite knowing that the stranger couldn't see you at all. "I haven't seen him for over two hours. Won't even answer my texts. What about you? Waiting for someone?"

He smiled. "Goodness that does sound rude. No." He shook his head. "No. A good friend of mine recommended this place to me for the excellent steaks they serve. I happened to be in the area visiting the local shrine and figured I'd stop by."

"Ah. That sounds quite nice, Mister-"

"Gyomei Himejima." He nodded towards you. "How do you do, Miss?"

"Y/n. Y/n L/n.  It's nice to meet you, Mr. Himejima."

"Please call me Gyomei. Mr. Himejima was my grandfather."

You smiled happier looking at Gyomei before glancing over at the clock again. Six o' ten. Whelp looks like your waiting time was up. "..It was very nice to meet you Mr- I mean Gyomei, but I think I better get ready to go." You were already reaching for your purse. Since you didn't eat anything you didn't have to pay at least. Oh well. Take out night it was. 

"A pleasure. I do hope the rest of your night is we-"

A loud woman's yelp of pain caught both of your attention as you looked back forward and blinked.

"Whoops. Sorry 'bout that lady." 

You blinked and only watched as none other than your date stumbled in, literally stumbled. Walking a bit wobbly like he was dizzy and stopped a moment as a waitress looked on with a glare. He stopped with a large grin on his face. He looked around and spotted you before wobble-walking his way over and with a grunt plopped him down in the chair across from you, bumping the table and making the candle holder. You gasped and thankfully grabbed the candle holder before it could tip over and light the pretty tablecloth on fire.

"Hoo! Man what a party. I'm telling you that last round was a killer. Never try chugging lemonade in the middle of an eating contest." 

You stared at him still. "Uh..." You hesitated gently grimacing at the sight of him. "Jake?"

"That's me."

....The picture you saw didn't do him justice. Photo Jake looked nice. Not really fancily dressed up but nice looking. THIS Jake did not look the least bit presentable. He literally looked like he just got out of bed, messy hair, eye bags, and all and looked disheveled like he was hit by a giant gust of wind on the way here. Shirt untucked and partially opened, and lightly dirty by the looks of it. All his clothes were wrinkled and...

"Is that a lipstick stain?" You pointed at his collar but he didn't seem bothered in the slightest.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Won a lucky strike at spin the bottle." His hand flicked his collar before he leaned back in the chair and looked nonchalant. "Speaking of lucky. Dam! I didn't know that my date was cute." A shiver ran down your spine at the way he slowly looked you up and down like he had xray vision. 

"Uh-...*ahem* S-So!" You pushed an awkward smile onto your face. "I'm starving! Let's get something to eat!"

"Great idea! I could eat a fucking horse."

You only chuckled nervously however neither of you were aware of the larger spectator, tilting his head slightly at the table behind him.

"Are you ready for the check, Sir?"

".. Actually I think I'll get a small appetizer."

You managed to wave down a waiter this time who smiled at you both and handed you a menu each. Asking you what you'd both would like with a notepad and pen at the ready.

"Mm. This all looks so good!," you broke the ice gazing over the items in your price range. "You know it's my first time coming to this place? Have you been here before?"

"Uh huh. That's nice babe." He bluntly stated looking boredly at the menu before just closing it with an eye roll and tossing it back onto the table. "Hey, buddy. Be a pal and get me some of that beef wellington ya got there and some red wine. And..cremd brulee stuff. Y'know what. Scratch that. Just bring me the whole bottle." He motioned towards the other man.

 If the waiter was annoyed with his actions he didn't show it. Only nodded and wrote down what he said. "And your partner?"

You opened your mouth-

"Yeah. She'll have a small salad and water. No sides. Now hop to it."

Your jaw dropped in shock brain processing for a moment as the waiter nodded and turned to walk away from you all.

"A-Actually I'd like a-" It was too late. The waiter was already gone before he could get a chance to hear you. His footfalls faded away before you slowly turned back to the bored looking man. "Why'd you do that?'

"Huh? Do what?"

You felt yourself frown. "Order for me. I didn't ask you to oder anything for me, and I didn't want a salad."

"What? Are you trying to get fat or something?"

Once more you felt your jaw drop in the audacity of this man .. before deeply inhaling through your nose. It's ok. This is fine. At least your food would be fast to eat and cheap. You'd buy yourself a burger on the way home and forget about this entire thing. 

"So. Jake. My aunt told me you're majoring in computer programming", you tried changing the topic again. "That's really interesting. I'm taking online classes for baking and pastry arts myself! I'm hoping to start my own bakery!"

"Oh. You cook?" He finally looked not bored slightly.

You happily nodded. "Yes!"

"What stuff you cook?"

"All kinds of stuff really but mostly stuff like cupcakes and bread."

"Eh. Don't really like that stuff too much." That's ok. Not everyone had a big sweet tooth. "But you cook so that's one redeeming quality for you. Girls don't want to do anything useful anymore."

"Excuse me?"

"Bless you. But that's what she told you? Pfft." He rolled his eyes again pointing at you. "I'm only taking the dam course to make my old man happy. But the real money is in marketing! You ever heard of ai generating?"

"....Oh."

Oh God. He was one of THOSE. 

"Um. Actually maybe we should see if our foods ready-"

"It's like giving a computer a brain," he ignored what you said talking over you and pointing his hands together. "But it's not self thinking see. It's more like a search bar online except you can use it for actual useful shit! Like I can make a website for people to pay me and then they can create stuff they want! I can even use it to write like reports and stuff! Y'know how many people doing those impossible classes would pay for something like that?! I'd make more money than my old man over night!"

If it didn't smear your make up you would've rubbed your face in frustration. He continued onwards speaking about ai generating programs and what he wanted to use it for. You think he even forgot you were literally sitting there for a while going on about his stupid rant. Until your saving grace arrived in the form of food. Oh thank gods! You swore you could've kissed that waiter as he brought over a tray of food. Wine, beef wellington, and a fancy desert for him....Water and the world's sorriest excuse of a salad for you.  This didn't even come with dressing. 

"So like I was saying." 

He spoke up pulling at the cork of the bottle until it went flying with a pop and instead of pouring it into the nice wine glass the waiter provided him, he tilted his head back, brought the bottle to his lips, and just straight up started chugging the wine! You could only watch dumbstruck as he gulped it back. Others stared at you and your 'date'. One woman even muttered something that sounded like 'oh my' before he just slammed the bottle back on the table and messily wiped his mouth on his sleeve.

"I'll pay one of those techno wizards to make the website for me and add like a security system and like a password stuff for only me to get into. Everyone else is gonna pay for it."

...you just started to silently eat the salad quickly. It gave you an excuse not to talk and the faster you finished it, the faster you could leave the guy going on about just being lazy in life and messily chewing the food between words grossly. You just continued to not make eye contact as he continued spouting off whatever. Chugging down wine and gobbling up the fancy food you were sure glad you didn't have to pay for. 

"So IIIIIII said why dontcha just shut up and dooo it yourself ??? Cuz like m not doing anything for a dam ass asshole who owes mmmmmeee fifty bucks already." He slowly started to slur his words swaying a bit in his seat. Food dripped onto his shirt and pants leaving stains no doubt. "Hhheeyy. Arencha gonna eat that?"

"I think I lost my appetite."

THUNK!!

You gave a small shriek pulling your hands up from the table as without warning he slapped an arm across the table and grabbed your plate. The fork in your grip clattering to the floor as he dragged what was left of your food and dragged it over to him.

"Gimme! Ill eat the dam thing." Without even a pause he continued what he's been doing just chugging down the bottle and eating. "You're rrrrrreeeeaallllyyy good lookin' y'knooooww that? But if ya gonna be wit me ya gotta drop the wwwwwwhhhhooollleee silent act....Acccctually scratch that. I-I like ya better like that. Nnnn  when ya cook n cleeeeeaaannnn tooooo and*BURP!* Give my fiuuuuckin kiiiids a-a-....Did ya knnnoooow I'm dealing with any girls?? I got too many women in my dam family already.."

"Are you drunk, crazy, or both?! Because I think it's both!!" You scowled at him with hatred now. "I think this date's over now. Is anyone picking you up?'

"My pppppaallbut good idea.. we can go back to my pla-"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!!" You snapped around and locked eyes with the nearest waitress staring wide eyed at the sight. "Can I have the check please?! And quickly!"

A loud burp caught your unfortunate attention back to Jake before he stood up. Jostling the table and pushing it forward to shake everything on it, including your water that thankfully didn't spill on you but it did spill across the table. 

"What is wrong with you?" You shouted to him grabbing the table and stopping it before it could ram into your stomach. Another loud burp enveloped from his maw. "Uh! That's disgusting. At least say excuse me."

"Ah shuddap! Girls don't know what a real man is anymore thanks to feminism!! I'm a nice guy!"

"Oh dear gods. You're one of those too?!"

"Fuuuaasck ok!! I'm going just gggggooooo now-" He made a grunt sound as he looked into the barrel of the bottle and now decided to messily pour what was left into the wine glass(that somehow miraculously didn't fall over when he scooted the table up) and then dropped the bottle with a thunk when the glass was mostly full. "Look at that. I still got summm." He slurred his words shakily grabbing the glass and smiling at it. "IS FULLLLL..LOOKIT!!'

Time seemed to slow down as he thrusted the glass forward towards you. Red liquid toppled through the air turning over and over. And then a loud splash sound permeated the air as it mFe contact along the table and the fabric of a cotton candy pink dress. You shrieked out as red liquid splashed across the front top of your dress before you shot up. Looking down at yourself as it ran from the top of your dress to about four inches above your knees in a splattery line pattern. The wetness already seeping through your dress and sticking to the skin. You shot up to your feet looking down at yourself as your 'date' did nothing but messily drink on the empty cup before stumbling and dropping the glass. It shattered beside him as he wobbled on his feet and blinked at nothing really. 

"I don't feel so good."

You didn't even bother looking up when you froze hearing a wet splattering noise as soon as he turned around and one of the other ladies sitting in the restaurant screamed like in one of those horror movies. You could only stand there numbly and stare at yourself. 

"Hey...I didn' bring mah wallet. Can ya cover dis??"

You stood there still staring at nothing but your filthy now stained dress in the middle of the mess he made feeling the stares of everyone else around you staring...And then you just started crying. Crying, and crying as big tears rolled down your face and made your mascara run in black globs down your cheeks. Jake didn't pay attention just stumbling around a bit out of his mind. 

"So like...can you pay? Then I can like pay ya back a different way- *BURP!!*"

A hand extended over to make a grab towards the shaking woman's arm. However whatever motion was made was completely stopped by a much larger hand wrapping itself tightly around the arms enveloping it entirely. A mountain of muscle and body turned from where he had reached around to stop him. Drunken glazed eyes blinking at the whites of clarity thinking.

"I think that you have done enough. Why don't you step away from the table like a gentleman?"

You didn't hear what was said behind you. Only crying and staring at yourself but at one point you sat back in the chair as Jake stumbled off somewhere else entirely as you sat there still crying and sobbing.

"Excuse me, Miss." You flinched looking up into the eyes of a waitress that gave you a frown of pity. She gingerly held out a small piece of paper. "My manager asked me to give you this check."

Oh finally! It was about time! You just wanted to pay for your food, go home, and forget that this ever happened. You sniffled a little more wiping at your eyes staring at your bill.. before your eyes nearly popped out from your skull seeing what was listed on it. 

Beef Wellington: $100.54 Red Wine: $60.50 Small Salad: $10.95 Creme Brulee: $13.70 Tip:$37.00 Total:$ 222.69

$20 TC

$5 WG

You stared at it wide eyed and jaw dropped looking at it, then at the still empathetic waitress, then back to the bill. Again and again... Before pointing at it.

"W-What?" Was all you could say.

"Your partner wasn't able to pay and there's the additional damages to the tablecloth and wine glass, Miss." She explained pointing a hand to where it said 'tc' and 'wc' on the bottom of the bill. "That's what these stand for."

You stared gobsmacked at her. "B-But...I only had a salad! I-I didn't even do any of this!" 

"I know but someone has to pay and your 'date' already left."

"WHAT!?"

"Excuse me?" Both of you looked up. An older man in a normal pair of clothes looked the both of you over. "Which one of you is Y/n L/n?"

You sniffed. "Who are you?"

"Your obor driver. I was called to meet you here in advance."

You stared confused. "...I-I didn't call an obor."

"Really? Well the guy waiting in the car says you were going to pay for his ride home." Your mouth dropped as he held up a hand. "Look. All I know is that the bill's in your name and I can't go anywhere unless I'm paid, and I need to be paid anyways for coming out here."

"Wha- I-...H-How much?"

"It's eighty for the entire trip here and where he told me he wants to be dropped off."

You only stared at the both of them before just looking down at the bill now weighing more heavy in your hands ..and your hands shakily reached out for your purse and the card inside. You weren't going to be responsible for a drunk idiot not getting home safely, and you just wanted to go home. In total you paid three hundred twenty seven dollars and sixty nine cents. 

Two hundred twenty two dollars and sixty nine cents was for the entire food bill, most of which you didn't even eat, including a twenty percent tip for the waiter! Twenty five dollars for the damages you didn't cause! And an extra eighty dollars just to make sure the idiot who caused your entire terrible experience didn't get hurt wondering around like a drunken idiot!! By the end of it you didn't have enough money to pay for a taxi ride yourself or for decent food!! And you were still covered in runny make up and wine and smelt like alcohol! 

You just paid and rushed out as fast as you could to avoid the eyes still staring at you. Breathing a sigh of relief when the smell of alcohol and barf was finally behind you. Standing outside on the sidewalk and breathing a sigh of relief to the fresh air. At least that Jake was gone so this night couldn't get any more worse-

SPLASH!!

"AH!?"

You shrieked out as a car drove past you quicker than the legal limit. Hitting a rather large and VERY muddy puddle in front of you sending it flying through the air and splashing all over you as it raced past and into the setting sun's light....You stood there drenched as dirt clung onto you and your hair cling onto your face. Comically a glob of mud ran down your arm and dropped onto the wet sidewalk as the first rounds of another round of rain rumbled above you in thunder. 

...A fresh batch of tears started up in your eyes as the first few drops of rain hit your shoulders.

That's how you found yourself completely drenched walking home in the pouring rain, filthy, your heels just shoved under your arms from how sore wearing them so long had made your feet, most of your money gone, humiliated, clothes completely ruined, and- Your stomach rumbled again louder and completely empty. That sorry excuse of a salad not filling you at all(you didn't even eat the whole thing) and you didn't have enough money to buy yourself anything. You guessed it was going to be another instant ramen night. You were too tired to fully cook something and by the time you got home it'd be really late anyways.

Your feet hit the sidewalk with each step you took making a small splash sound. Well..At least now it couldn't get any worse. 

"Miss?"

You squeaked again jumping in your spot before whirling around and finding yourself face to face with a torso..you blinked before looking up, up, up and staring into the eyes of the tallest blind man you've ever seen with his coat slung over his arm.

"Oh. Mr. H-Himejima-"

"Gyomei."

"Gyomei." You sniffed and wiped at your face. Wouldn't do a bit of good as you stood in the pouring rain. At least this guy had a comically large umbrella keeping him dry. "L-Look. If you want something O-Or if your food got ruined too I can't pay for it-"

"Goodness no. I'm not here to demand money of you." His large hand held up a purse comically small in his palm. "You forgot your purse at the restaurant. I had to catch up to you to return it."

Your eyes widened. "My purse!" You reached out to quickly take it from him immediately. You couldn't believe you forgot about this. "I can't believe it." You looked back up to him smiling. "Thank you so much!"

He smiled wider at you. "I would've returned it to you sooner but I wanted to be sure that man didn't try to harm you again and by the time I came back I couldn't find you anywhere in the restaurant."

"Y-Yeah. I did leave pretty quick. But thank you for this. You have no idea how much I appreciate it-"

*GROWL!*

You both paused as your stomach growled rather loudly making him tilt his head and you flush a pink from how loud your stomach growled.

"Your stomach? I take it you're still hungry."

"Um..Y-Yeah. B-But I can't eat until I get back home. You see I-I had to pay for everything back at the restaurant."

"Why don't I but you dinner then?" His head looked straight up. "By the smells in the air, there's a burger place just around that corner." 

"Oh no. You've already been a big help. I-I can't ask you to pay for me." You stopped talking when something thick and black fell over your shoulders. It took a few seconds for you to realize that it was a giant jacket. 

"I insist." He stepped closer. Not enough to make you uncomfortable but enough to shield you from the ran with his umbrella. "You've been through quite enough tonight. The very least I can do is treat you."

"Well. .. Alright B-But nothing very expensive. I don't want to be a bother."

"If it was truly a bother I wouldn't have offered."

It was a short walk around the corner and to a small hole in the wall burger joint. You were actually shocked by him when he reached over and pushed the door open before you could grab the handle.

"After you."

"Oh..Thank you."

The inside was warm and dry and completely empty except for a surprised looking cashier in the front. Guess she wasn't expecting a literally giant and a girl looking like she literally almost drowned in a mud hole to come walking in through the door. Not that you blamed her. You looked a mess.

"Order whatever you'd like." He smiled at you. "it's my treat."

"Uh. C-Could I just get a plain cheeseburger and some fries?"

The cashier slowly nodded still staring wide eyed at you both. "Uh...D-Do you want a d-drink with that?"

"No thanks. I've had enough liquids for tonight."

"Uh sure." A quick clacking of the register later- "That'll be eight forty two please. I-Ill get your food shortly."

You bit down into the juicy stack of beef, ketchup, mustard, pickles, onions, and cheese. The heavenly taste filling your mouth like fireworks compared to the bland salad from earlier. Humming in satisfaction with every chew you took. This is definitely better than any overpriced steak! Gyomei sat down in the chair across from you looking comically too big for it. Surprised it didn't collapse under his muscle. 

"You seem to be feeling much better now."

You nodded swallowing and smiling. "Yeah! Thank you so much! I mean it. I can pay you back if you want."

He held up a large hand. "No need. I'm just happy to know that you are feeling better after everything that happened." 

"Ugh! Don't remind me. I am NEVER going on another date again!"

His head tilted but smile remained. "Were all your dates really that bad?"

You shook your head. "Actually this was the first one yet but all the dates I've been on have been. I swear ever since my prom date ghosted me for that cheerleader because I was his fourth choice." You shrugged before taking another large bite. "Most aren't really bad. Most are just really boring or uninteresting but the dates my aunt always arranged for me are always the very worst."

He hummed in genuine thought. ".. Perhaps she's not a good matchmaker."

"No! Actually she's an AMAZING matchmaker." You corrected him before he got that idea. "She matched both my parents when they were younger and my cousin with her boyfriend and practically everyone else on her street. The local shops get a lot of business from her work."

Such as your uncle who owns a catering company, the bridal dress shop, the bakery made countless wedding cakes, and you lost count of how many times her couples would go to the local restaurant for dates.

"It just seems like I have insanely bad luck with dates. My aunt tried to help but I think that only made it worse."

He hummed again. "I can't imagine how. You seem like a pleasant woman to talk with "

Despite yourself you blushed before chuckling. "Thanks. I'm glad someone thinks so."

"Are you able to get home alright? It seems to be getting later and raining."

"Huh? Oh! My friend lives nearby. He works at a pizza place. I'm sure he'll give me a ride if I ask him." Now that you had your phone, you could text him! Putting your burger down, and digging through your purse to pull out your phone and texted your friend. 

Y/n: Hey. You still at work?

Murata: Ye. Y?

Y/n: My date was a bust. Can you please pick me up?

Murata: Yeah. I'm off in 10 minutes. Brt. (Be right there.) Wru?

Y/n: Thanks. I'm at a small burger place across from a flower shop.

Murata: k. See u then.

You smiled at your phone and sighed. "My friend's coming to pick me up."

"Then I shall wait until he arrives to be sure you're safety."

"You really don't have to do that. You've done more than enough."

"I enjoy your company. So it won't be a bother." His larger smile made you flush a pink. "Tell me what happened while I was gone."

It must've been at least half an hour of you ranting to him about everything as he just patiently listened to you until Murata's beat up car pulled up just as you finished eating and honked loudly.

"That's him!"

"Then allow me to escort you to the car."

He was very polite and opened the door for you again as you both stepped out. Thankfully the car was right there so you didn't have to run through the rain. Smiling you gave Gyomei one last smile.

"Thanks for everything tonight. It was much appreciated. Maybe we ought to get together sometime so I can tell you more stories."

"How does this Saturday sound?"

You blinked taken aback. "I- What?"

He only smiled. "I'm off this Saturday and I know this cafe with good prices. If you want to of course?"

Your eyes widened. "Are you.. actually asking me on a date?"

"Certainly. If you feel comfortable with going of course."

"I don't know..My bad luck with dates have been pretty consistent."

"I think this one would be different. Never know until you give a chance."

"Well...Ok. why not? Can I get your number first?"

[fortunekookie07]

Dance With Me - Zayne

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Mrs. Li was a hot topic in the hospital. A young woman of thirty years, married to the most successful cardiac surgeon Akso hospital had seen in generations.

A woman of small stature, high status, and great beauty. That was what the hospital staff loves to call you. Your pictures were constantly on newspapers and magazines. Being a Deepspace Hunter was a dangerous job. Fighting monsters that originate from beyond your galaxy was a terrifying thought.

Yet you did it day in and day out. The amount of lives you had helped save was no small number.

What the hospital staff loved the most was when you would make your rare appearance.

You adjusted your dress, making sure there were no creases. The sheer, halter style top of the dress was black and embroidered with red roses. Off the shoulder sleeves draped on your arms.

You spun, letting the full skirt flair out. Small crystals were sewn into the underlayer of the dress and sparkled when the light hit them.

Tara had helped you pick this dress. You'd been very careful to not let Zayne see it. You'd just given him a color to wear so he would match you.

As you step away from the mirror and turn to grab your coat, you call out. "Aria, are you ready to go?" You pause listening carefully. A smile pulls your lips upward at the tapping of running feet across the hardwood floor outside your bedroom. Seconds later, the door is opening, and a curly dark head peeks in.

"Look, mommy, is my dress pretty?" The small girl prances into the room and pulls her skirt up, showing off the pink and white dress.

It's long sleeved with pink hearts scatters across the sheer white gauze. A bigger white heart is splayed sideways across the bodice of the dress. And a ruffled skirt of alternating white and pink ties it all together with a pink satin bow at her waist.

"You look very pretty. Daddy will say you are so cute when he sees you." The little girl beams in pure delight.

Aria is five now, and after much difficulty and constant monitoring of your heart condition, you had been blessed with a healthy baby girl. She looked most like Zayne, green gold eyes and dark hair. Her skin tone and facial shape she'd gotten from you.

"Come on baby, it's time to wrest daddy from work!" Aria claps her hands in joy.

You internally sigh. You showing up at the hospital was enough to stir up whispers and gossip. Bringing your daughter? Impending disaster, Aria was really good at captivating everyone around her. She got that from Zayne. The ability to manipulate it to get advantage? Yeah, that one was all you.

Holding Aria's hand, you walk out to the car with her. She lifts her arms up so you can pick her up and put her in the carseat. She's chanting over and over about seeing Zayne. You kiss her forehead and close the door.

A few minutes later, you're pulling out of the driveway and off to the hospital you go. The sun is setting now, painting the sky with oranges, pinks, and the barest hints of purple.

You park in Zayne's spot and walk to the entrance. A pink rug has been set in front of the door, and elegant words spell out 'Happy Valentines Day' in loopy curls. Every where you look, hearts and streamers are hung, wishing a Happy Valentines Day. You strod over to the reception desk and smile seeing Ivonne sitting there.

She greats you with a wide smile. "Mrs. Li, are you here for Dr. Zayne?" The knowing glint in her eyes says it all.

"I've come to collect my husband. We can't be late for the charity event. He's the main speaker tonight." She laughs lightly. "I saw him going back to his office about fifteen minutes ago." As you step away from the desk, you look to see where Aria has gone, but she is no longer by your side. You shake your head.

Sometimes, your child was just too impatient. She couldn't even greet Ivonne this time.

You make the trip to his office, trying to ignore the stares and whispers about yourself. Being in the spotlight did have its benefits, but it also had its drawbacks.

You can see that his office door is already open as you round the corner. You can also hear several voices. Pushing open the door, you're greeted by the sight of professionals cooing over Aria.

Zayne is sitting at his desk, and Aria is, of course, seated in his lap, soaking up all the attention. You clear your throat. "Dr. Zayne, I'd like my husband back now. We're going to be late. You can see that he is already dressed. The deep red of his dress shirt is a perfect match to your dress, and his black tie is a nice contrast to the shirt.

The doctors in the room turn and greet you. Lifting Aria before he stands, Zayne comes over to you and brushes his hand over your cheek. "Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me. We need to be heading out." Zayne says as he wraps his arm around your waist and then leads you out the door.

You glance over his clothes, and you're glad to see he's already changed clothes. He'll just need to remove his jacket and be good to go.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Aria says to get his attention. "What is it, princess?" Zayne asks, a smile tugging at his lips. "Mommy picked my dress and did my hair. Don't I loo pretty?" Her innocent eyes look back at him, waiting for his approval. He nods, and she bounces in his arms, all excited.

The whole ride to the charity gala, she's excited bouncing in her car seat and chattering about anything. She may look exactly like Zayne, but her hyper personality was all yours. A fact Zayne pointed out when it was his turn try and put her to bed.

Because this year's gala was kid friendly, no alcohol was being openly served. There was a bar serving drinks to those who requested one.

The moment you stepped into the building, other doctors and researchers surrounded Zayne. It was like this every year. The same director who'd tried to poach Zayne since this graduation was once again at the forefront of the crowd. He's already into his newest pitch.

You whispered in his ear that you were taking Aria to sit at your table, and he nodded back, not breaking his polite refusal to the persistent director.

As you managed to escape the crowd you got cornered yourself. Wives and girlfriends of big influential people, doctors, and investors had snagged you wanting to chat.

"What a cute little girl!" One of the women said, reaching out to pinch her cheek. You weren't familiar with her, not having run into her before. Aria hid behind you, rubbing her cheek.

"My daughter doesn't like to be touched by those she doesn't know." You told her as politely as possible, but the women still took offense. "I'm not some bad person! She said, raising her voice as a red tint overtook her complexion. She was drunk. You sighed internally.

"I'll have you know my husband is the director!" She was completely red in the face, whether from anger or alcohol you didn't know. "Children have the right to not want to be touched!" Your daughter said, peeking from behind your legs. Her fists were tightly gripped onto your skirt.

You placed a calm hand on her head in support. "My daughter is correct. I think you should apologize to her and then to everyone here for causing a disturbance." You tell her standing tall. The other women around you agree.

As if hearing you call, Zayne appeared at your side. He crouched down to Aria's level and stared into her eyes. "That was brave of you to stand up for yourself." Aria beamed at his praise. Having mom's support was one thing, but having dad's support, too? The best thing ever. The woman sputters, clearing looking to have someone take her side. When she finds none, she mutters out a half-hearted apology and skulks away.

As the dinner portion of the evening is drawing to a close, a couple gets up and begins speaking. They thank everyone for their attendance and begin with the donations and items that were being given. They finish by announcing that a new clinc, completely funded by tonight's donations, was being opened, and its sole purpose was to research and treat those suffering from protocore syndrome.

After their speech, the music starts up as the orchestra plays and dancers take to the floor.

Zayne sets his napkin down and takes a sip from his water glass before standing and offering his hand to you. "Dance with me?" You take his hand, and he pulls you to your feet. Aria squeals and claps her hands. "Me next, Daddy, dance with me next!" He smiles down at her. "Of course, my little princess."

Zayne leads you to the floor, spinning you around as you step onto the floor.

From the corner of your eye, you see that same woman again, grabbing a man's arm and forcing him to stand. This must be her husband, you think, as Zayne twirls you around. She drags him to the floor and starts dancing as well.

It seems she means to compete with the two of you. You gesture towards her, and a knowing look enters his eyes.

What most people don't know is that Zayne is a very accomplished dancer. His parents had him take lessons as a child all the way up through middle school. It was one of the reasons his walk was so graceful. Fueld by years of dance.

He wasn't too bad a teacher either. When you'd told him you had never taken any dance lessons while planning your wedding, he'd set aside time and taught you himself.

You didn't have his natural grace, but you could definitely hold your own.

The music picked up speed and changed tempo. It seemed that the musicians had noticed your little battle and decided to make it more entertaining for the bystanders.

A few minutes later, you noticed the woman had stopped. It seemed she was out of breath, unable to keep up any longer.

When the song ended, the man came over, and you finally recognized him as the director of Akso Hospital "Dr. Zayne, you should really leave some talents and skills for the rest of us." He joked with a smile. The woman next to him just sulked. Clearly, she'd wanted to show you up and failed miserably.

You heard feet running your way and turned around to see Aria coming towars you. "Daddy, daddy, my turn, my turn!" She held her arms out waiting to be picked up as she bounced up and down.

You watched them dance, thinking this is what true happiness was. Your heart and soul right there in front of you, nothing could beat this little piece of heaven.

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I'm not sure about the end on this one, and I think it's too long.

I tried to write a short one, but I also really wanted to include them having a child annnnd it just couldn't be shorter. 😖

I hope you enjoyed it, nonetheless.

Happy V day!

[fanfictiongirlie]

Twilight: Some Soulmate - Chapter Ten

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Parings: Paul Lahote x Reader

Description: Y/N a member of the Cullen family is imprinted on by one of the wolves, she is shocked, he is shocked. She is struggling with drinking animal blood over human, and he is disgusted by a vampire for a soulmate… But maybe it could work..?

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: None

Words: 1,083

I was more nervous than I had ever been in my entire life. And I had lived through wars, and angry mobs who wanted to kill me. 

Today was the day I would be meeting the other wolves, Paul's family basically. I hadn't left Paul's since Edward and Bella's wedding night, well, I left to go pack some clothes, though at night Paul insisted I wore one of his shirts, I wore a pair of my shorts with it, and according to Paul, I looked beyond sexy. 

Paul was still sleeping when I decided to leave the bed, it took a second, because his arms were around me tight. I dressed in his bathroom quickly, wearing my 'hunting' outfit as I called it. It was a pair of black leggings and a black polo shirt. I left the bathroom to come back into the bedroom, and Paul was awake, yawning and stretching. 

"Are you ready for today?" He asked me, I nodded and leant over to kiss his cheek. 

"I'll be back soon" I smiled, sitting down to slip my shoes on. 

"Where are you going?" He asked, with a frown. 

"I need to feed" I smiled, he nodded, frowning. He hated that I had to feed on blood to live, I could feel it inside of him. I wish I could change for him. 

I reach over and kiss him again, and then I leave through the window. I ran off into the woods, I'd had to go back into my land to feed, I wandered around, until I ran into Rosalie and Emmett feeding. They had found a deer and were feeding on it. 

"Hey" I smiled

"Want some?" Emmett grinned, his entire mouth covered in blood. I laughed and crouched down with them, baring my fangs I dropped down and started drinking from the animals neck. 

Once I was done, I stood up, and looked down, I was covered in blood, feeding was a messy job. 

"Are you going back to Pauls?" Rosalie asked, I shook my head.

"Not covered in blood, he would probably run a mile" I say, they smile at me, I could feel that they felt bad for me.. Despite Paul loving me, I was still the thing he hated most in the world. 

We ran back to the house, I showered quickly and joined Esme and Carlisle in the kitchen before I left for Paul's again. I also dressed in a long pair of jeans, and a top that was long sleeved top, I wasn't sure how the other wolves would react to me sparkling. 

"I've missed you" Esme whispered as she hugged me. 

"I've missed you too" I say "I've got to go again, I'm spending the day with Paul and the wolves today" 

"Excited?" Carlisle asked, chuckling. 

I shook my head "Nervous" 

I hugged them both, and left the house and sped back to Paul's, he greeted me by hugging me tightly. I think maybe I was gone for longer than what he thought. 

"Ready love?" He asked. 

"Nope" I answered, he laughed and took my hand, and we started walking towards the beach together. Luckily it wasn't sunny today, it felt like it was going to rain. 

"What if they don't like me?" I asked "Actually they probably won't like me"

"Stop worrying love" He smiled, holding my hand tighter. 

We soon reached the beach, and the huge group of men, and a few women were gathered, looking towards us.

Paul let go of my hand and ran towards the boys, they all jumped into a hug.  I stood behind, I felt like an intruder here.. 

"Y/N come over" Emily smiled towards me, I nervously walked forward, until I standing right next to the group. They were all staring at me. 

"Hi" I mumbled, I noticed Paul looking at me with his lovely soft eyes. 

"Guys, this is Y/N, my girlfriend" He said, putting his arm around my waist. Even through my top I could feel the heat from his arm, it made me feel safe. There was a mumble of hello's. And a super happy hello from Seth, he also stepped forward and hugged me tightly, surprising me. 

"Let's play some ball!" Paul smiled, running off with the group of males, leaving me with the girls, Leah glared at me. 

"Let's sit" Emily smiled, I followed her as she walked towards a blanket laid out on the sand. 

We watched the boys play football for a little while, until Sam came over and sat with Emily hugging her. Leah left to go sit with Jacob, Embry, and Seth. 

Paul ran over and tackled me, kissing my jaw as he pinned me down, I was giggling, as I pushed back and pinned him. We stopped and sat leaning against one another. 

"Who's that little girl with..?" I didn't know the man's name.

"That's Quil, and my niece Claire" Emily explained. 

"She's Quil's imprint" Paul added. I looked at him confused, she was a little girl?

"Remember, when a wolf imprints, it isn't always romantic" Sam explained. I nodded, not quite understanding. 

"Why do wolves imprint?" I ask. 

"We're not really sure why, but our elders think we imprint with the best person to carry on our line with us" Sam explained, confusing me further. 

"Suppose I ruin that theory" I say, frowning. I took Paul's hand in mine, feeling the warmth take me, as I fiddle with his fingers. 

"Whatcha mean?" Paul asked, holding my hands tighter, I could feel his confusion towards me, he hadn't thought about it yet.. I had. If Paul wanted to be with me for the rest of his life, it would be missing many things. 

"Well I can't carry your line on Paul" I say, not looking at his face. I had always wanted children was I was little, but I'm a vampire, that wasn't a possibility. And I wouldn't feel ok adopting, because there were two routes, one I watch them die, and two I turn them into a vampire. I couldn't do that.. 

"I guess I never thought about that" He said, his hand was still linked with mine, I think it was holding onto me tighter. 

"Well you're both still early days, you shouldn't worry about that now" Emily smiled to the both of us.. I felt a dark pit inside of me. I felt like I couldn't give Paul a good life.. and he deserved a good life.. I suddenly felt lost. 

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[fairytalesofforever]

kept my warmth

for @grishawintergifts @jyovi-04 | kaz/inej | background jesper/wylan

Generally, it does not snow in Ketterdam. 

The city is too damp and not nearly idyllic enough for that; they get sleet, and hail, and ice that makes the streets slick and perilous, but not snow. The first winter that Inej is back on the Wraith, however, it snows not once but twice. 

The first snow is a passing nothing—the Crow Club is quiet, construction on the Six is slowed, a stubborn ache nests itself around Kaz’s knee, and the streets are covered in puddles and slush by noon. The second falls when she’s on shore at Jesper and Wylan’s. 

He almost doesn’t go. It’s a veritable blizzard and snow has piled up around the doors of the Slat and the clubs, and besides, he only tolerates the damp with his collar turned up and his scowl particularly deep. However. It’s the damp or Jesper’s sad, pleading expression, like the farm’s collie when Jordie once stepped on her tail. It’s the damp or Wylan’s resignation, ducking his head to his work, his pen scratching in the silence. It’s the damp or Inej sitting alone by a fire. 

She got back yesterday. He hasn’t seen her yet. 

So he goes. 

He walks past the shoveled front steps of the manor, around the uncleared side path that leads to the kitchen door. This is the one lock they haven’t changed on his advice, which Kaz takes as an invitation to let himself in. The ache is less nested now and more burrowed, and he shifts his weight as he coaxes the lock open, then slips inside. 

There are too many parlors in this damn house, but he makes an educated guess and finds them in the one at the base of the stairs. Jesper is in a high-backed chair with some sort of orange-bronze foliage pattern upholstered on it, the only one facing the doorway, and he whoops when he sees Kaz. “Good thing we didn’t get the whiskey out yet at eleven bells. Is that the cherry wine from the Crow Club?”

The bottle that was hanging quite obviously from Kaz’s hand vanishes as soon as the other two turn to look. “I don’t bring gifts, Jesper.”

“Right. Just your sparkling personality.” Jesper hops up from his chair and lopes over to poke at the fire, throwing up a shower of sparks. 

“Kleincanal is frozen over,” Wylan mentions. 

Jesper perks up at this, for some reason, and worse yet he’s looking at Kaz. “Decided to be snowed in with us, then?”

“Needed explosives,” Kaz says shortly, leaning on his cane and chancing a look at Inej. It’s been two months and then some since he last saw her. She must’ve visited Ravka because her nose is pierced now. A red line of firelight reflects off the thin, gilded ring. More of the light ribbons through her braid, uncoiled over one shoulder, and underpaints her gleaming lashes. They raise slowly as she looks at him, and he can see her taking him apart with her eyes just as he’s doing. Cataloguing the changes. He’s wearing the gloves now, but he’s stopped wearing them when he’s alone in his room. 

“I’m afraid they’ll take me most of the day to make,” Wylan says, twisting in his chair to look back at Kaz over his shoulder. Technically, he’s in a high-collared suit of mercher black, but the top buttons are undone and his ascot is draped over the arm of his chair. “So you’ll have to stay here until after dinner.”

Kaz narrows his eyes. “I never told you what I wanted, merchling.” 

Wylan rolls his eyes. “No. You never do.”

Tired of standing in the doorway, Kaz crosses the room. The only available piece of furniture is the ornate sofa Inej is sitting on. He wishes people would stop trying to out-scheme him, but sits there anyway. 

“You did once,” she murmurs. 

Kaz glances at her. He tries to keep the looks short. Starving men have tendencies to feast and make themselves sick. “Did what, Wraith?”

“Said what you wanted.” She’s staring into the fire, almost whispering. 

You, Inej, you. And he’s trying, for what shamefully little he has to show for it. He wonders if he should take the gloves off now, chance it, shove his hands in his pockets so no one else sees. But Jesper is still standing up by the fire, laughing with his head thrown back the way Jordie used to do. Their da called him a little rooster. 

It’s always harder with Jesper. 

So when one of the maids brings out coffee, he takes the cup in his gloved hands. He drops in several sugar cubes, disguised by sleight of hand. Inej gives him an amused glance that makes him think she could tell. Wylan finds the bottle of cherry wine that has mysteriously found its way onto the drinks cart, despite the fact that Kaz hasn’t risen from his seat. Jesper laughs again and tips his head back. Little rooster. 

Outside, the snow continues to fall. 

The follow the coffee with water and then wine, served in glasses that are each worth enough to make Kaz consider pocketing one at the end of the night. Jesper and Wylan’s joint inability to keep their hands off of each other rears its head shortly after the wine is uncorked, and they give an excuse to vanish upstairs, leaving Kaz and Inej alone in the parlor as an early dark falls. 

“Three ships burned,” she says after several breaths of silence. “It was a long chase.”

“That’s the way,” Kaz replies. The snowdrifts have piled up to the lip of the windowsill and it’s still coming down outside. The Slat may be dry, but it doesn’t keep out the chill like a roaring fire does. 

“I left one of the captains on a sandbar.” Inej continues staring into the fire. Its reflections turn her eyes molten and make her skin glow red around the edges. “He begged. They all do.”

“Should’ve done their begging sooner.”

“And you, Kaz?” Now she’s looking at him. There’s space for a person to sit between them and then some. He should move closer. But this moment feels like it’s made of glass. He won’t shatter it. 

“I don’t beg,” he says. It’s a lie. He would if she asked. But Inej knows he’s a liar and she’s sitting here anyway. She knows and she still came back. 

How many more times?

Maybe he won’t have to keep counting if he fights for this like he’s fought for everything else. Even if he comes out bloodied and bruised, bones shattered, at the end of it all, that’s the way he knows how to win. 

“That isn’t what I meant,” Inej says. 

He knows that too. He doesn’t answer, not really. But he does slip the gloves off. First one, then the other, precise and sharp with his movements—undoing the wrist clasps, pocketing the pair. He drops his bare hand to the seat cushion. It feels like velvet. He can feel it now.

Her eyes track down to it, his fingers splayed out like roots on the green cushion. 

“Renovations on the Emerald Palace,” he says. They’re both looking at his hand now. His pulse is roaring like waves in his ears. Some days Kaz wonders if this sickness won’t die till he does. 

“I haven’t seen it yet,” Inej says softly. He thinks she may have moved closer, silent as always. 

“They tore down the facade. Rollins’ legacy is ash.” This should comfort him. Toppling Pekka Rollins was meant to finally convince the warped and cracked parts of his mind that he wasn’t a helpless child anymore, that he could win even this fight. But all he can see now is his bare hand. Ripped-out roots. 

“What are you naming it?” Inej’s voice is a light from the surface. 

He hasn’t told anyone this yet. There are four people left who would know what it means, and three of them would laugh in his face. He doesn’t want to face that today. “The Silver Six.” 

Inej’s hand slides across to meet his. Their fingers interlock. She has new calluses, places where the skin has split. The roughness helps. 

“So you’re building something new,” she says. Kaz looks up at her, nodding in thought, warm to the touch. Outlined in fireglow. Alive, alive. “And what about watching it burn?”

One day he’ll have more of an answer for her. Today the best they can hope for is to be warm in the heart of a Ketterdam blizzard and to bear one another’s touch without the world spinning. To stay in the present. 

“You’re burning enough for the both of us,” he says.

At that she gives a soft laugh, or it might be the fire crackling. The heat and light are all the same. This is dangerous. Comfort is dangerous. The swelling feeling in his chest is dangerous. 

He wants to say it can’t last. But maybe he can make it last. Maybe that’s what it means to no longer be helpless. 

Her thumb brushes up and down over the top of his, the fine lines of the first knuckle. “Snow means trouble on the sea,” she says. 

“It means trouble in Ketterdam, too.” Kaz’s voice comes out particularly rough. 

“No.” Her thumb is still moving, gentle, alive, alive, alive. “I don’t mind it here.” 

[readychilledwine]

The Bard

Summary - Sometimes, it's fun to romanticize someone one else's life.

Warnings- None

Baby daddy note - I made Lizzy post this. She wrote it for fun. I felt it should still be shared.

A/n - May delete later

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This world was nothing like the ones she had ever been in. Tall buildings stood in place of trees, hard stone lined the ground cutting and cracking her bare feet with each step. She jumped back as a car hit a puddle, preventing it from splashing her.

Checking her pockets, she sent a silent thank you for the currency hiding there. A sign from her Gods that they were indeed watching. She studied what she slowly realized was her new identification before checking the streets to see if she could navigate through where she was.

She was younger in this world. Barely 16, and for some off reason, blonde. Perhaps it was to remind her of who she was, of who she belonged to, but the reminder hurt none the less.

On further inspection, she realized this world wasn't so different from the last she was in. Just different methods of the same things. Buildings touched the clouds, technology pinged and flashed before her, and modern clothing covered the bodies of everyone around her. She paused at the sight of a bus, seeing that it read the street name of her new home on it before getting on and paying the toll in a shining silver coin.

The previous world came back to her slowly, as all memories did when she jumped. It had been a hard battle, one she suspected could not truly be over with how easily it had ended and begun.

The more she looked, the more similar this word seemed. It just lacked the magic.

She kept to herself, avoiding the gazes of humans too caught up in themselves to even truly look at her. She listened to them, hoping to find the hero she was destined to follow into battle, whose song she would sing in local bars. That was her job, of course. In every lifetime, in every world, she was a Bard. Collecting the stories of heros and their foes, playing them before a laughing crowd.

She followed countless warriors to their deaths, queens to their thrones, and kingdoms to their salvation. She was exhausted, heart aching from the most recent loss. She sighed as she got off the bus, quickly figuring out the house numbers before finding her own.

Pictures sat on the wall of her with her family. Faces that would know her, but she was going to hardly remember. Memories would have been planted into her brain, ensuring her safety as they always were.

She allowed them to guide her now, pulling her through the house until she was met with a door decored in pictures of her with friends. It did make her laugh how each world allowed her to follow a pattern. A group of women. All shining stars in their own rights. All with stories that needed to be told.

She stepped into the room, studying the furniture and shrugging off the rain-soaked clothing. A box sat on her desk, unopened and sparkling. She pulled on warm clothing before walking to it.

White ribbon, so pure and untouched, wrapped about a brown box and an envelope. She opened the envelope first, smiling at the familiarity of the handwriting in an unknown place.

My dearest Bard,

You have no hero in this world. No story to memorize. In this world, you are free to grow and live as you please. Find your own adventure, your own legendary love.

This is our thank you. A new beginning for your humble service. Just never forget who you are. When you miss home, simply look to the stars and wish.

She wiped the tears falling from her face before opening the box. Line paper sat with pencils and pens, just waiting for her to write. And so she did. She would tell the stories of the worlds she had been in one last time.

"Once upon a time,” she wrote, smiling as she did, even if the story started out of order, "in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom very much.”

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[misc-obeyme]

Heyo, surprised but totally excited by your Cozy Comforts event

Can you do 4. Wind with Simeon, I fell in love with him again 🥰

4. Wind-Simeon

Pls lmk if I did this right, if not pls show me your preferred way for requests.

Ty

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Hello there my friend! You did the request perfectly!

Since the last thing I did for Simeon was hurt/comfort that featured mostly hurt, I wanted to do something fluffy this time. I hope it turned out okay! I just think this guy needs a win for once.

Thank you for participating!

COZY COMFORTS EVENT

GN!MC x Simeon with prompt wind

Warnings: none

From the moment Simeon met you, he knew it was over for him. He couldn't stop thinking about the sparkles in your eyes and the warmth of your presence. He admired your confidence when it came to being a human among demons. He loved the sound of your voice when you said his name.

It was clear that you were occupied by the others. Simeon was certain that he couldn't hope for anything more than friendship from you. Sometimes he felt a little spark of hope anyway when you looked at him. He fought it down with all that he had.

Despite his best intentions, Simeon found it almost impossible, especially when he watched you with Luke. Your endless patience, your willingness to try any pastry creation, and your gentle affection meant so much to him.

That tiny streak of angelic power from generations back felt more like the true essence of your being to him. It resonated between you, even if you didn't quite realize it.

Simeon cherished the rare moments when he had you all to himself. So he was pleased when he was able to ask you to accompany him to a new cafe that had recently opened. The two of you enjoyed each other's company along with some delicious drinks. It was a blissful, peaceful time that Simeon wished would never end.

Inevitably, though, he found himself walking you back to the House of Lamentation.

It was a cold and blustery day. You were bundled in a coat and scarf. You looked so cute with your slightly flushed cheeks, tinged from the chill of the wind.

It was a sweet feeling to be so close to you. Simeon desperately wanted to reach out and take your hand, but he held back.

He was shocked when he felt your warm fingers close around his. A swirl of butterflies fluttered through his stomach and Simeon almost laughed. When was the last time he had felt something like that? And from such a simple touch.

The two of you reached the House of Lamentation faster than he would have liked. He tried not to seem reluctant about letting go of your hand.

You smiled as you stood on the path to the house. "I had a nice time today," you said.

There was something in your voice that he hadn't heard before. Something deep and thoughtful, like you had more to say, but you didn't know how to say it.

"So did I, MC," Simeon replied in his usual way, keeping his own smile intact.

The wind that had been blowing through the Devildom all day decided to kick up right at that moment. It pressed itself against both of your bodies, your hair streaming off in one direction, leaves cascading from the nearby trees in the garden.

When it died again, Simeon said, "Hold on, MC."

You stilled as he took several steps toward you, stopping so close he could feel the warmth of your body against his, even though you weren't touching.

Simeon reached out toward your face, his hand brushing against your cheek as he picked a leaf off of your scarf. He couldn't help watching your wide eyes, meeting them directly as he let his fingers linger against your skin.

"You have one, too," you said. You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair.

Simeon had to suppress a shiver at the feeling of your hand in his hair. He felt almost bereft when you pulled it back, a leaf now clutched between your fingers.

"Thank you," Simeon managed to say, but he was sure you could hear the desperation in his voice.

Your smile was brilliant. You leaned forward and kissed his cheek before turning away to go into the House of Lamentation. You paused at the door, turning around to wave goodbye at him before going inside.

The hope that flared in Simeon's heart filled him with a special happiness. As he started on his way back to Purgatory Hall, he sent a silent thank you to the still blustering wind.

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[fandomfics]

Deserted Island

Pairing: Valkyrie x fem reader

Description: You are stranded on an island with Valkyrie. Things get spicy.

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⚠️Warnings⚠️

18+ MDNI

mutual pining, porn with very little plot, fluff, oral, fingering, face riding/sitting, breast play,

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A few days by boat to check out a new location for the settlement, that's all this was supposed to be. When the boat broke down and you drifted to a small deserted Island, you knew you were going to have to push all those fuzzy feelings you have for your friend deep down. It's easier to deal with day to day when you can get away from her and calm your mind, distract yourself with other things.

Here your only thoughts are survival and her.

The two of you set up a cozy shelter just off the beach behind the tree line, a fire pit and SOS on the beach, found a source of fresh water, and had plenty of food for a few weeks thanks to the emergency rations that always stocked the boat. Now there wasn't as much busywork, you have nothing but time.

"Hey, come to the waterfall with me?" She asks so sweetly it's hard to deny. Her beautiful caramel skin, long braids cascading over her shoulders, soft full lips...everything about her draws you in.

"Of course." You smile

. . .

"I know I should be more terrified that we're lost on an island, who knows where, but it's kind of nice. A little vacation." You say as you slowly walk into the cool water at the base of the waterfall.

"I'm happy to be stuck with you. I've been meaning to ask you something." She follows you into the water and moves close to you.

"Yeah?" Your heart hammers in your chest.

"I have this friend, I really like her. I just have had a hard time telling her that I want more than just a friendship. You're my best friend, what do you think I should do? What if she don't like me like that?"

It stings to hear her talk about someone like that, but you're determined not to let your personal feelings affect your friendship, "Well, first of all, she'd be crazy not to like you too. Second start with why you like her. Tell me."

"She's...kind, generous, funny. When she talks about her favorite things she smiles so wide she gets this cute little dimple and a sparkle in her eyes. She's perfect." She looks down at the water and smiles. "I love her."

"Tell her that." You say trying your best to keep a smile on your own face.

"I just did." She whispers looking up into your eyes. It takes you a moment to register what she said. Your eyes go wide and your mouth hangs open, struggling to speak.

"Please say something." She pleads, her eyes gloss over, a hint of regret starting to form.

"I-I love you too." She wades over to you and wraps her arms around you, squeezing you tightly. You return the hug and stay like that for a long time, enjoying her closeness. When you finally pull back a bit you cup her face in one hand, running your thumb over her cheek gently.

"You're so beautiful." You look deep into her eyes, "I've wanted to kiss you since the very first time I laid eyes on you."

"Then do it." She smirks.

You immediately lean in, wasting no time. Her lips are just as soft as you imagined, the feel of them against your own is intoxicating. She deepens the kiss her arms wrapping around your waist as you lean into her even more.

"I've loved you for so long. I wish I had told you sooner, but I thought didn't feel the same." She says after breaking the kiss. "I belong to you, completely. I always have. Will you be mine, my lady?"

"Yes," you plant another quick kiss to her lips, "yes." You stand there in the water smiling like fools at each other, not saying a word, just enjoying the moment.

. . .

You watch the sun set, hand in hand, from the beach before returning to your shelter for the night. You lay with your back pressed against her, he arm draped over you tracing small circles on your stomach. She nuzzles her face into your neck, lips press against the sensitive skin there and your breath hitches before you let out a soft sigh. You turn to face her as she continues, working from your neck, along your jaw, your lips and back down the other side.

"I want you," she whispers in your ear breathily, "but I need to hear your say it. Tell me what you want darling."

"I want all of you, I want to worship your body, I want to touch you. I want you to touch me, I want you to show me how much you love me."

You meet for another passionate kiss, your hands traveling one anothers bodies, removing every item standing between yourselves and pleasure.

Her hands move down to your bare ass and squeeze, leaving you moaning into the kiss and pressing hard into her, willing yourself to melt together. One hand rests on her neck and the other makes it's way down to her breast, your fingers knead the flesh lightly before twisting at the nipple. She hums sending soft vibrations thrumming through you, leaving you aching for more.

She pushes you onto your back and snakes her hand down your body lightly until feel her fingers on your clit. They skillfully work you until your shaking involuntarily, moans bubbling up in your throat and seeping into her kiss.

You break away and your head tilts back allowing her to latch onto your throat again. She nips and sucks at your skin leaving a trail of marks in her wake.

"Fuck," you pant screwing your eyes shut, "it feels so god damn good." The loss of contact is sudden and your eyes shoot back open. She is on her hands and knees crawling down and pushing your legs apart so she can settle there, face in front of your dripping cunt.

"The first time I make you cum will be on my tongue, you going to be a good girl for me?" She asks, eyes full of lust.

"Yes." You nod your head vigorously.

She dives in, pulling your legs over her shoulders, allowing her to be as close as she can to your core. The tip of her tongue ghosts over your clit, causing your legs to twitch at the stimulation, her dexterous fingers travel up your inner thigh and rake through your slick before plunging into your heat.

Your hips buck up at the welcome intrusion, her thrusts are slow at first, gently building speed as her fingers curl along your sweet spot. The building pressure of your orgasm threatens to break, "I'm gonna cum!"

She continues her pace until your face denotes the silent scream of your release, your walls pulse around her fingers and coat them in your sweetness. She helps you ride it out until you still beneath her and she withdrawals. You see the strings of your cum and slick between her fingers as she separates them, licking each one clean separately.

"Sit on my face, please." You desperately want to taste her too, you want her to use you, take as much pleasure from you as she gave. She silently agrees and straddles your face, her slick covers her slit and thighs, showing you just how much she enjoyed her meal.

She hovers above you, she looks heavenly from this angle, every angle really, but this is new. You wrap your hands around her thighs and pull her down on your face fully as she lets out a yelp of surprise. It quickly turns to a moan as your tongue finds its target on her clit. You suck and nibble lightly and her hips grind down on you forcong a gutteral moan to rip from your throat and directly vibrate against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

She rocks her hips against your face taking the hint, her fingers burying themselves in your hair and gripping at the roots as soft moans fall from her open mouth. Your lost in the taste of her, the feeling of her on top of you. You don't know how long you're there before she screams out, "s-so close!"

You keep working her until you feel her shiver on top of you, releasing a steady stream of her cum on your chin. She tries to move off of you but you hold her down. You dip lower to lick her clean and allow one hand to snake further over her thigh and rest your fingers over her clit before furiously swiping it repeatedly. She squirms at the over stimulation but you keep her there until she cums again, absolutely soaking your face as the warm liquid spurts out.

She falls to your side and you both pant until you've caught your breath. "Fuck, that was incredible." You say as you pull her against you. She hums with a smile before drifting off, and you follow quickly behind.

[driftward]

Title: FFXIV Write 2024 - 1. Steer Characters: Rating: Teen Summary: Is reality destiny? Notes: None

Infinite possibilities, in infinite permutations.

Massive concentric rings surrounded her, golden with symbols inscribed upon them, each rotating and spinning on its own axis, yet sharing space and movement with the others. Spheres floated among and between them, drifting, mapping paths, charting probabilities, a guide to every possibility in every permutation. A guide not to reality, but to infinities.

That was the easy part.

Figuring out how to direct it, that was the hard part.

Zoissette sighed, looking over her calculations. She touched a hand to the central control dais, and uploaded her latest work. Immediately the air above it lit up, as thread paths traced through time, probabilities sparkling like stars in their wake, starting from nothing and expanding out, some collapsing again.

She sighed again, watching as it ran. Already too long.

"I thought I might find you here."

Zoissette turned, to see Y'shtola floating effortlessly into the space, drifting downward, carefully avoiding the rings as they spun and the spheres as they orbited. She touched down gently, and walked forward, looking up to see the results of Zoissette's latest calculation.

Zoissette turned to face her, sagging against the control dais, and smiled tiredly at her. She may have been exhausted, but Y'shtola was ever prim, proper, the very image of a cultured and well put together scientist.

She herself probably looked a mess right this moment. But, they took turns, didn't they? Zoissette had fond memories of tucking a blanket around Y'shtola's shoulders as she drooled slightly on notes still unfinished and passages yet to be read.

Y'shtola lifted a hand into the twinkling cloud of computation, disrupting it as she pointed at the cluster of end states. "These should be highlighted, should they not?"

"Yes, I know, I know," groaned Zoissette, wiping her hand across the control surface and erasing the trace. "I am testing new axiom paths with my predictor."

"You might come to bed. A well rested mind would be better able to handle these puzzles you set yourself to, I would think."

Zoissette sat back, slouching in her chair, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. She felt warm hands on her shoulders, and thumbs begin to press into her back. "I still cannot make an algorithm that can predict which threads will self sustain and which will fail early. And if I run the simulations, sometimes I can watch as threads fail, but not see how."

Y'shtola fingers gripped the top of her shoulders, and Zoissette clenched her teeth and hissed gently as a thumb found a particularly knotted sore spot.

"I mean, I know how to make threads that I know for certain will terminate and how, but... there seems hardly any point to trying to run those. If the outcome is already predetermined, we do not learn anything from it that we cannot learn just from looking at it."

"If this were easy, we would not have a star mathematician working so diligently on it."

"Nor wasting your time and talents."

"I am here because I wish to be. You know this well."

"I know."

Y'shtola's fingers stopped, and Zoissette felt a kiss on her forehead, and she smiled.

"Alright," said Zoissette, sitting up. "You have convinced me."

"Ah, if only 'twas always so simple."

"I am not that bad."

"Not always."

Zoissette just huffed, as she put both hands on the control surface, and pushed it down gently. The rings around her slowed, the spheres gradually halting their orbits. She got up, and let Y'shtola take her hand, and they both began to walk to the edge of the platform, but Zoissette stopped, to look back.

"Something the matter?" asked Yshtola.

"What if we are the result of a machine like this?"

"This again? You worry overmuch about that."

"Ryss seems to think it likely."

"Ryssthota is also like to use her time on the machine tomorrow to see if she can generate threads that will combine with other threads to create a thread-destroying cataclysmic combination or some other such nonsense. She sees further than most, but as a result, does not always fully think through the consequences of the same."

"I just... I guess I am just wondering."

Zoissette looked down at Y'shtola's hand in hers. "If we are the result of such a machine, are we one of the predetermined threads? Or are we in one of the threads, running wild and free, to who knows what destiny?"

Y'shtola looked up at Zoissette, and smiled. She reached up, standing on her toes, to cup a hand to Zoissette's cheek, and look deep into her eyes.

"Know this," she said. "I believe full heartedly that whatever has happened to us, we chose this. I chose this. I fought for this. I fought for you, to have you at my side and to be by yours. What matters the opinion of destiny? Gravity seemed inevitable, too, until our people touched the stars."

Her eyes wrinkled with a touch of mischievousness. "As though any prediction could defy my will."

Zoissette reached up a hand, and touched Y'shtola's hand, and smiled back, tiredly. "Awfully sentimental of you."

"Perhaps. You do bring out the best in me, after all."

They lingered, until the moment passed. And then they began to walk together again, hand in hand, towards the edge of the platform, to their beds, to their rest.

"I suppose," said Zoissette, "I hope that in any thread where there is a recognizable you, and someone that is a recognizable me... I hope we always at least find one another."

"Gravity may not be inevitable," said Y'shtola, "But it pulls nonetheless. I hope for much the same."

"Is that not destiny?" asked Zoissette.

Y'shtola just smiled as they vanished off the edge of the platform, passing into the space beyond.

"Inevitability need not be destiny," she said. "I shall always chart mine own course."

In the space of the machine beyond the edge of reality, there was silence.

[lilacliquors]

pairing: bi-han (mk1) x reader

word count: 1092

notes: on the fourth day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... bi-han giving his partner what they've always dreamed!

it had been years since your last white christmas. in fact, you couldn't remember the last time there was snow on the holiday. the past few years, it had been too warm for snow, and while you still enjoyed the holiday, it was pretty clear you missed the chill and the beauty of snow.

you missed the way lights twinkled as snowflakes drifted down, the way the world felt quiet and still. You longed for the days where you could go out and walk, the snowflakes catching in your hair while you felt like you were in a perfectly timed music video or scene from a christmas movie. it was the little things, and your husband knew this.

bi-han had always been an attentive lover. he knew every little thing about you, and even when you swore he wasn’t paying attention, he was listening. but this time, you didn’t need to say a word. he saw the way you gazed up at the blue cloudless skies, a brief look of disappointment on your face, or how your eyes lit up on chilly, gray days, when the air smelled like it could snow any minute, but it never came. and this year, he didn’t want to see the hope flicker from your face again. he didn’t think he could stand it. he loved to see your smile, hear your laugh, see that sparkle in your eye.

he was going to bring you a white christmas.

you knew he had control over ice, and you knew he was a master cryomancer. but never did you ask him to try anything. you didn’t want to be selfish, or make him think you saw his abilities as something to take advantage of. sure, if you had a fever, he was right beside you, using a hand to keep your face cool, but he did that on his own. he was already generous enough, you never wanted to push it.

on christmas eve, you were busy making sure everything was set for the next day. you would be hosting his brothers and their families, a new tradition since their reconciliation, and you couldn’t wait to see everyone. just like the previous year, the skies were gray, and there was a smell of snow in the air, but you didn’t dare get your hopes up. as you were washing your nice dishes, bi-han came into the kitchen, and he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

“you should take a break,” he murmured, his deep voice comforting to your ears.

“in a little bit. i have a few more plates to clean. i can’t wait to see everyone again. we haven’t seen kauai liang and harumi since their daughter was born,” you replied.

“and i hear she’s doing well. finally sleeping through the night.”

you laughed and leaned against him, tilting your head to kiss his jaw gently. he smiled, a sight you had always adored, and you felt him squeeze you as he kissed the back of your head.

“don’t stay up too late, my love. i miss you when you’re not beside me,” he mumbled against your hair. then he let go, and you heard him retreat to your bedroom. you felt warmer than ever, and the smile on your face was radiant. he had always been so affectionate with you, the exact opposite of the chilly demeanor he held with almost everyone else. and you felt honored to see this side of him.

not long after, you were soon settled in bed beside him, the room dark aside from the faint glow of the lights that decked your home. you were in his arms, gazing outside, and he heard a soft sigh leave your lips.

“is everything all right?” you heard him whisper.

“mhm. i just wish it would snow, that’s all. i’d love to have just one more white christmas, like the ones i used to know,” you whispered back.

“perhaps one day, my love. the world is full of surprises.”

“that it is. well, i won’t hold my breath. anyways, good night, my darling,” you murmured, closing your eyes with a hum. you felt his lips on the top of your head, and you smiled softly, hearing him whisper a ‘good night’ back before you dozed off.

the following morning, you woke up alone in your bed. and something felt … different. you blinked a few times as you sat up, rubbing your eyes, and you noticed that the window was strangely fogged up. you got up from bed and felt a chill in the air, so you grabbed your robe and slipped it on. you walked to the window, and when you peered outside, you gasped audibly and covered your mouth with your hand.

outside was covered in a blanket of pure white snow, with some still falling gently as your lights outside glimmered. it was white as far as the eye could see, and you felt tears welling in your eyes. this was no work of nature, it couldn’t have been. everything was just too perfect. it was only when you felt a pair of cold hands on your shoulders did it finally all connect in your mind.

“merry christmas, angel,” bi-han whispered, and you turned to face him, a smile on your lips, though your bottom lip trembled.

“bi-han, did you—?”

“of course. you’ve been deprived of a simple pleasure for far too long. so why wouldn’t i provide it for you?”

you wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug, and you felt him squeeze you back, holding you close to his body. you sniffled quietly, and his hand rubbed soothing circles into your back.

“you have no idea how much this means to me,” you whispered, and you felt his chest vibrate as he hummed.

“perhaps not. but i know it makes you happy, and that’s what makes it all worth it. shall we go and enjoy it for a bit before we exchange gifts?” he asked, and you looked up at him with a warm smile.

“nothing would make me happier. but this is a gift enough. nothing i give you could ever compare,” you said softly.

“my love, you are the greatest gift i could ever receive, and i would move mountains to see you this happy. now, let’s go enjoy ourselves before the day gets away from us.”

he took your hand, and you followed him out into the winter wonderland you’d been dreaming of for so long, feeling lighter than you ever had.

[boosmidnighthour]

Uh, happy pride month, by the way! I wish I was a faster writer or just planned things in advance; I don't have any fics that celebrate the month.

Instead, have another WIP before the month ends.

Fandom: Ninjago Working Title: Possession/Disbelief (definitely needs a different name whenever I actually post it) Rating: General

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Cole sighed as he made it over the last ledge. It felt good to be solid again. The gravel and dirt felt almost heavenly against his scraped palms. He had missed it all too much. He should really take up rock climbing again-

“Ugh, finally!” Jay started from where he was with his dragon. “Y'know, I was supposed to tag along with you, not the other way around…”

“What? I had to climb the mountain properly this time. It felt almost disrespectful not to,” he argued with a roll of his eyes, lifting himself up the rest of the way and dusting his hands off. “Plus, now that I'm no longer a ghost, I have to treat my body right.”

“You nearly ate an entire cake as soon as Zane pulled it out of the oven.”

“Treating my body right includes indulging in my ignored sweet tooth. And it smelled delicious; if Zane had brought anything else out, I would've eaten it just the same. His cooking is near godly.”

“Whatever you say, man,” he huffed. Then he clapped to get them both back on track. “Anyway, you're here to see into your future. Get to it. It's getting dark, and when it gets dark, it gets cold. I'd prefer to be in bed after a nice hot meal before that happens-”

“With the fire master.”

“What?”

“You'd ‘prefer to be in bed after a nice hot meal’... with the fire master,” Cole snickered, watching as Jay's cheeks turned bright red. “That's a pretty important detail to skip over-”

“Stop stalling and go look before I drag you back down this mountain,” he growled irritably, petting at Wisp's snout. If the dragon hadn't been there, it wouldn't have been as threatening.

“Okay, okay. I'm moving.” So what if he was still a bit of a wuss around dragons?

Cole made his way to the entrance, more hesitantly than he would have liked to admit. The crack in the earth was daunting, looming over him as if to scare him off. He wondered if he actually wanted to know the answer. How far into the future would this take him? What if it was the day before he died? What if it didn't show any future for him at all? What if-

Okay, he had to stop before he thought himself into a trap.

After having paused, he continued forward into the tunnel, feeling along the walls to keep himself steady and to push through his growing nerves. Maybe this was a waste of time, but… now that he was human again, he wanted to see if it had changed at all. As the walls turned to ice and his breath began to fog, he saw the light of the sky reflecting back to him.

The labyrinth, while absolutely freezing and without much else to look at, had beautifully smooth ice. Even with the people that have come and gone, it was still spotless. When the light shone on it at just the right angle, the ice looked like crystals, sparkling like glitter. He tried to remember if Zane had commented on it the first time they'd come here.

Before he looked at himself on any of the walls, he took a deep breath. “Okay, ice… show me something new,” he whispered in the quiet of the cavern. Then he steeled himself and looked towards his reflection.

For a moment, it didn't show him anything, and his heart sank. Maybe this had been a waste of a trip… Then there was a wavering image of… someone walking towards him. It seemed like the ice couldn't decide what to show him, the image wavering indecisively, and it only made it more clear to him that he should take whatever this thing told him with a huge grain of salt.

Finally, the image of this future Cole became clear, and it stood right before him. He looked… well, older, obviously. Maybe a good thirty or forty years ahead. He was nearly the spitting image of his father, which he didn't know how to feel about. A full beard had grown on his face, hair even longer in his bun than now, hairs growing gray with age. There were wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, his eyebags much more prominent, some smile lines at the corners of his mouth and nose. He looked happier than he ever had been.

Surprisingly, though, he wasn't wearing the ninja gi. Everyone else's reflections had, from what he could remember, but… why wasn't his? Instead, he wore some comfortable attire, looking as if he was enjoying a day off from work. He seemed to have gained a few scars, but they all looked rather old. His fit yet pudgy torso had thickened up a bit, but he still looked quite strong… did he still have his super strength? He couldn't tell. His hands looked even more calloused than they do now, though. He squinted more at his fingers, seeing something glint on one of them. He froze.

Was that… No, there's just no way. Who the hell would-

The Cole in his reflection turned away from him and gestured for someone to join him, and he suddenly felt like this was all too much. It was lying to him. He couldn't look away.

Zane made his way over to stand beside him, holding a small child in his arms, a teen walking just behind him. The nindroid was sporting a new skin, one as aged as he was. It was similar to how he had looked when they had first met, skin just as dark as he remembered. He still wore his ninja garbs, but he was also wearing a ring on his finger. There's no way Zane would wear a ring while still being a ninja; it was too easy to lose, it would be uncomfortable to wear while fighting, and if the press saw it, forget living any semblance of a peaceful life.

He couldn't help but yearn for such a lie.

There was no way any of this was real, but he wanted it to be. Maybe add a cat or two, and that would be the dream… No. No, no, no- it wasn't real! It was just the reflection telling him his dream life; it was just his brain projecting his hopes into the ice- none of that was possible. Not for him.

He tore himself away from the walls of ice and rushed out, his mind screaming at him to forget such scarring images.

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Only a snippet for y'all. I've gotten much farther on it than just this, but still have a long way to go. Yes, this has to do with that one episode where they saw their future in the ice or whatever. I haven't watched that episode (or that season) in a very long time, and I don't feel like going back to watch it, so we're gonna deal with some flawed memory and inaccuracy.

Yes, I did look up the dragon's names and ended up finding some fan-made ones.

Happy Pride Month!

[mc-lukanette]

Marinette shivered, bringing her blanket further around her as she stared out the window. Even though it was still autumn, the weather for the day could easily be mistaken for winter. There was snow falling outside and, while she normally would find it pretty, she was still waiting for her tiny heater to warm up the room.

...I hope Luka's okay, she thought, curling in on herself worriedly as she imagined how he might be doing. They'd only met recently, but he was always so sweet to anyone who came by, even listening to people's situations despite his own. It felt like they were good friends.

She was certain he had money to stay somewhere as, despite him explaining that he wandered from town to town, he always managed to get enough gigs or general work with his musical talent. He could play just about anything and she'd never seen him turn down a single request (though he did make an amusing face when someone asked him to play an XY song once).

For all she knew, he could've already left and gone somewhere warmer. The thought made her feel colder, wishing that she'd be able to at least say "good-bye" to him had she known.

He might not have left, she reminded herself. He could even still be out there in the cold. Maybe he couldn't find a place soon enough, or everywhere was too packed, or he didn't even know that it'd get cold in time to do anything about it.

She glanced at the window again, watching the snow and imagining how cold it must be outside if she was still cold inside where she didn't have to worry about the wind chill factor of a cold breeze.

After a few seconds of silence, Marinette let out a loud whine of relent, throwing the blanket off of herself and pouting all the way to the door. She snagged her jacket, put on some boots, and opened the door to brave the cold outside.

——

"Luka!" Marinette cried, storming up to him. "What are you doing out here?!"

She found him out in the park, sitting on a bench like it wasn't snowing outside. He was in the middle of playing guitar, though "playing" was a bit generous when his fingers seemed frozen in position. She distinctly remembered cold winters back when she was younger when the heat would be only in the bakery section of her parents' house, leaving her to zone out in her room when it felt too chilly to think straight.

Luka only looked up at her when she put a hand on his shoulder, his hand twitching as his eyes focused on her. The scarf he wore was of decent quality, but hardly good enough to keep him warm.

"M-Marinette..."

"I can't believe you're still here!" She threw her hands up, but flinched and hugged herself when a cold breeze flew past. She scowled at the flecks of white in Luka's hair making it sparkle, eyes trailing down to his pants next to add, "And you're still wearing distressed pants when it's this cold?!"

"Sorry." He smiled, but sounded confused as if her worrying about him was strange. "I thought maybe I could make something new. It's not that cold."

"Not that—" Marinette bristled. She'd been out in the cold for maybe five minutes and already hated it. Almost like a declaration, she said, "...You're coming with me."

He blanked. "What?"

In a swift motion, she took his guitar from his lap and put it in the case, locking it shut so she could safely get it onto her back.

"Marinette—" Luka tried to protest again, but she was already grabbing his arm and pulling him off the bench. He stumbled, his legs taking a moment to find stability.

"You can lean on me if you have to," she insisted. "Why didn't you go somewhere anyway?"

He grinned sheepishly. "I thought someone else could use the space I'd—"

She huffed, almost rolling her eyes. "Yeah, you think that way, and then people start walking all over you, being all friendly just so they can..." She trailed off as she caught Luka's concerned gaze, blushing when she realized that she was revealing too much. "Ah—anyway, we need to go."

——

After practically shoving Luka inside her home, Marinette turned and used her full weight to slam the door shut behind them. The warmth of her house slowly started to sink back in and she let herself sigh in relief, almost dropping to the floor before she remembered the guitar case on her back.

"Can I set this down?" she asked.

Luka nodded, seeming somewhere between fond and amused. She took the strap off of herself and let it lean against the corner of the room, then started to dust off bits of snow from herself. Taking a look at Luka, who stood either too cold to notice his own state or uncaring, she reached up and did the same to him. She felt like a feather duster, brushing unwanted specks and such away to make way for a neater appearance.

It was only once she stepped back in satisfaction that she noticed Luka's wide eyes. It registered with her then that this was a grown man, she was a grown woman, and she was touching him even if it was with wholly innocent intentions. Maybe it was simply because Luka was such a comforting presence or she'd just been lost in the moment, but she genuinely hadn't thought about it.

"...O-oh!" she exclaimed, turning away and trying to find any distraction. Spotting the heater still in the corner, her mind buzzed trying to think of how to best rid him of the cold and she decided, "I'll let you use my shower."

"I—" Luka shook his head, back straight like he was trying to be professional about this. "I can't ask you to do that."

"Good thing you're not asking then!" She gave him a gentle push towards the hall as a test, eyeing his legs when he adjusted his balance. "See? I bet your legs are still frozen! Now go!"

She walked past him and tried to show him the way. It took a moment, but she eventually heard his footsteps following after her, confirming that he'd finally accepted the offer.

Marinette took one look into the bathroom to make sure she didn't need to panic clean, then stepped aside to allow Luka in. "There you go."

"...Thank you, Marinette," Luka said.; she could tell that he'd held back another refusal and it made her feel a little smug. He continued, "I'll pay you for it."

She poked his chest. "Don't. It's just one friend taking care of another." She paused, hesitating when she realized that they'd never established their relationship. "Uh... w-we're friends, right?"

Thankfully, Luka smiled at her, voice soft as he replied, "Yeah. Of course."

She smiled back, watching as he turned away to head into the bathroom. He went to close the door as something occurred to her, her hand unconsciously reaching out to stop him. "Wait!"

He opened the door back up, blinking at her. She ran off to go grab her tiny heater, unplugging it from the wall and gathering it in her arms.

"Here," she said, running back and handing it over to him. "Plug this in. I hate it when I get out of the shower and it's cold."

"Don't you need this?" he wondered, adjusting his grip on it to ensure he wasn't putting any pressure on the wire.

She waved a hand, dismissing the idea. "I'll be fine for a few minutes." Looking him up and down, she mulled over if she covered everything. Her eyes locked with the tears in his pants and she snapped her fingers, noting, "Ah, you'll need something warmer to wear!"

She didn't wait for him to say anything and went off to her room. While he was obviously too big to wear anything of hers, she still liked to dabble in making clothes in her spare time - including menswear - so she found something suitable enough for him.

Luka was still standing awkwardly in the doorway when she returned. She piled the clothes into his arms that were still carrying the heater, but while he was giving them an odd (almost uncomfortable?) look, she had another thought.

"Oh, and you'll need your own toiletries of course!" She went past him into the bathroom, crouching down at the sink to open the cupboards underneath it. She always kept spare hair care products for when she ran out, and while she didn't really have any that were made with men in mind, she didn't imagine Luka would care about that sort of thing.

She brought back a few of them she thought he might like, though his arms were still full with the heater and clothes. Leaning left and right to get a good look at the situation, Marinette carefully wedged the products where she knew they wouldn't fall.

Somehow he gave an even stranger look at the products themselves. It was comical actually, poor Luka standing there and trying not to drop anything she'd handed him. She blushed, wondering if maybe she'd overwhelmed him at all.

I-I guess I could've just put everything near the sink or something instead of giving them to him, she thought, rubbing an arm shyly.

Luka, however, took it all in stride, a laugh bursting from his chest that almost threw off his balancing act. "You're a funny woman, Marinette."

"F-funny?" She stared, wide-eyed at what she interpreted as a bizarre reaction. Did she embarrass herself?

Luka's gaze was warm though, reassuring her before he turned away to her towards her shower. While he didn't elaborate, the way her heart skipped a beat told her that he could've only meant good things.

She walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her to give Luka privacy. There was a clattering noise from the other side - probably him finally losing his hold - and she covered her mouth with both hands to hide her laugh. He was a little funny himself.

——

While Luka was taking his shower, Marinette decided to prepare some hot tea to keep her warm. The lack of her heater still left her a little cold, but she put up with it like she said she would.

She could hear the shower running, as well as what she was certain was Luka's humming. If she listened closely enough, she could tell what sound it was.

He has good taste, she noted, finding herself humming back.

She didn't have people over that much, so it was often just her in the house. She didn't even think anyone had used her shower before besides herself. Now that the panic of getting Luka out of the cold had settled, it was oddly nice just having someone in her otherwise lonely space.

Time passed, Marinette only stopping her humming when she needed to take a sip of her tea. Another cup had been set out in case Luka wanted something as well, though she was prepared to make him hot chocolate instead if he didn't like tea.

It was strange though. At some point, she stopped hearing the shower itself and only heard Luka's hum. It also sounded like it was louder than before. Maybe she was hyperfixating so much on the sound that she was blocking out everything else?

At least, that's what she thought until she looked up, noticing Luka leaning against the wall. He was still humming along with her, a look of amusement on his face.

"Buh—" She averted her gaze, a strangled noise coming from her throat when she cut off her hum. "S-sorry. I knew that one, so..."

"You always made the best requests," Luka compliments instead of addressing the humming elephant in the room.

She giggled sheepishly. "I know the best music. That's why." Then, trying to turn things around on him, she grinned and reminded him, "I would've asked you to play XY if I didn't."

Luka's face soured instantly. Feeling successful in her attempt, Marinette laughed in delight.

Now that he was out of the shower, she was able to properly take him in. Sweaters weren't really "his thing" and it showed in how he wore it - not that she wouldn't take on the challenge of making him one he liked wearing - but it was comfortable. His hair, meanwhile, was damp, but dry enough that he didn't need a towel around his shoulders to catch water. She kind of wanted to touch it, entranced by the way his highlights remained unaffected by being washed. Maybe they were natural after all.

Unprompted, she blurted out, "How aren't you famous?" and while it would've been easy to take it back or apologize, Luka was never offended by more personal questions and she wanted to know. "You're more talented than most - probably any - musicians in the industry, you're handsome, and you have good energy."

He blushed at the blatant compliment to his looks - cute - but answered anyway, "People have tried, but I'm not interested."

"Really?"

He walked closer to her for a more comfortable conversation. She showed him the hot water and his choice between tea or hot chocolate, noting that he opted for tea and sweetened it a little more than she would have.

She made a mental note that he had a bit of a sweet tooth.

"I know it sounds like an honor to have people offer me deals," he sighed, leaning against the counter and fidgeting with the tag on the teabag, "but they always want me to change something. They think I need more tattoos and piercings, or want me to be a little meaner for an 'edge', or change the kind of music I like to make."

Marinette understood that. There were some types of fashion she didn't like to make, and while it felt bad turning down requests from friends or even commissions, she didn't want to force anything or go outside of her comfort zone. She was simply her and she respected herself enough to avoid putting herself through that.

"I get it," she said after a moment, smiling sympathetically at him. She'd already revealed something personal that day, so she didn't want to unload further onto him. Maybe another time.

Luka smiled back at her, then looked back down at his tea. He took the spoon and gave the tea a stir, adding on, "I wouldn't have accepted anyway, even if they did give me a good deal. I don't think I want to be a rock star."

In shock, she wondered aloud, "No? I was so sure that's why you were traveling. I thought you were trying to get someone to notice your skills?"

Her reaction felt rude, but it didn't look to surprise him. She supposed he must've gotten it a lot, perhaps from frustrated people who wanted him yet couldn't have him.

He hesitated, tapping at the edge of his tea cup with a black nail, before asking, "...Can I tell you something personal, Marinette?"

Perhaps too eager for her own good, she stepped closer and nodded fervently. It was perhaps too close for the amount of time they'd known each other, but she was too curious to care and Luka didn't mind.

"My mom never liked being tied down," he began. "Even if we stayed in the same city, we lived on a houseboat so she could move whenever she wanted to." He stared off at nothing, as if reminiscing on mixed memories. "I never said anything about it because we were taught to go wherever our passion took us, and hers took us all over until I grew up enough to go out on my own."

"And she rubbed off on you," Marinette guessed. She imagined a little boy on a pirate ship, going to sleep in one place and waking up somewhere new; a dramatic mental image and almost definitely not how it was actually like, but she felt that it was the feeling he was getting across.

"She didn't have an anchor keeping her in one place," he continued, lifting the teabag slightly just to let it go and watch it sink back to the bottom of the cup. "She did meet some woman before I moved out, but she liked to travel too." He shrugged, unbothered. "I don't know where they are, but I'm sure my mom's happy."

It sounded sad, but Luka didn't. Marinette wished she could be in his mind for a moment, going through his memories to see where his attachment to his family began and his lack of attachment when it came to letting people do as they pleased began. What could she even say? That his mother surely missed him? That he was better off as he was, going around by his own choice than his mother's? That he at least seemed happy traveling from place to place and playing for people even if he didn't have a place to call home?

"You're looking for your own anchor then," she said instead. She was sure that's where he was going anyway.

He hummed with a confirming, "Mm," and that was apparently all he had to say on the subject, as his next comment was, "I should get your heater back from the bathroom."

She let him go, watching him disappear into the hallway. The vulnerability he'd shown her made her shiver, drawing her eyes back to the world outside her window. Taking her teacup with her, she crossed the space and set it on her windowsill while she took in the sights.

The snow had stopped only after she and Luka were out of its range, because of course, and she focused on the blanket of snow covering just about everything. Some people walked by, most dressed for the occasion while others were as unprepared as Luka, and Marinette frowned at the idea of having not planned further than getting him a warm drink and shower. On some level, it wasn't any of her business, so whether Luka moved on to go somewhere warmer or chose to stick around a little longer shouldn't matter to her.

It mattered to her.

As she mulled it all over, she faintly heard footsteps behind her, the other sounds signaling that Luka had returned and was setting up the heater back where it was before. Not stopping to think or let herself regret saying it, she voiced, "Do you want to stay here until the cold lets up?"

Silence was her response, and even his movements had stopped. She followed the original source of the sounds to see Luka crouched down, his hand hovering to put the plug in the socket yet frozen in place while he stared up at her in surprise.

Still committing to the suggestion, she anxiously tried to persuade him. "I know you were just talking about how you travel everywhere, but I'm worried about you. Even if you have the money to go somewhere warm, it's still expensive, isn't it?" She waved her arms about as she spoke, trying to work out her nerves. "I'm not asking you to pay rent either. The house is big enough and your company is—"

"Won't that make things hard for you?" he suddenly questioned.

"...Huh?" She tilted her head, puzzled. Wasn't she just explaining how there was more than enough room in her house for another person?

Luka stood, abandoning the plug - or maybe having forgotten it entirely - to stand up at his full height. Touched, he put a hand to his chest, but clarified, "If you really want me here, I'd love to, but I don't want anyone to feel awkward if I stay."

"What are you talking about?" She stepped closer to him again. "Why would it be awkward?"

There was that face again: the one he'd made when she gave him clothes and the hair care products from under the sink. She ran over their whole conversation, wondering if maybe she'd said something that he could've taken the wrong way.

"Marinette," Luka said, sounding as confused as she felt, "I'm talking about your boyfriend."

"My—" She felt like she was going to fall over. "My what?!"

"Or your girlfriend," he hurriedly corrected, looking contemplatively at the clothes he was wearing. "I guess if she was tall enough, then—"

"Luka!" Marinette put a hand over her face in an attempt to cover up her blush, her other hand waving wildly at him to tell him to stop. "I-I don't have a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, or anyone. Those clothes are mine." Okay, maybe that would only confuse him further. "Do you remember when I told you that I design clothes?"

He nodded.

She pointed up and down at him. "I made those. They don't belong to anyone."

Luka's body language changed in an instant. Both of his hands went up to grasp at the sweater, his eyes intently taking in every detail of it with such awe that she felt a sudden burst of confidence.

Everything clicked now. He hadn't looked awkward in the clothes she made because of how he felt wearing such clothes, but rather because he thought they belonged to someone else. He only hesitated on accepting because he thought there was someone else living with her. With the latter, there were all sorts of ways she could interpret him having thought that she'd already been spoken for, but regardless, it did mean one thing...

"So you'll stay then?"

He tore his gaze away from the clothes to make eye contact with her. In response, she held her hand out, hoping to make the offer "official" with a handshake. She could already imagine him insisting on doing dishes for her or giving her warnings about when he'd be gone and when he'd be back, and honestly it just made her all the more eager to get him to accept. He was just cute that way.

"...Alright." He beamed at her, reaching out to complete the handshake. "I'll stay. Thanks, Marinette."

It must've taken a lot for him to agree to root himself somewhere, so she felt extra special albeit a little guilty for it. Besides, maybe it was just her imagination, but she did feel like an anchor in a way, keeping Luka grounded in her presence. It felt as though he wouldn't go anywhere so long as she kept holding onto his hand.

Idly, she thought that she wouldn't mind being that for him.

[cabinofimagines]

A Graveyard Smash

and here is the last one of the year! Hope you guys enjoyed our shorter but still there Halloween fics :) Pairing: Platonic the seven + a bunch of other ones x reader Word count: 2k Warnings: none! -Asnyox < prev.

You didn’t know what to expect from the grove as a party destination, yet you were slightly blown away. You noticed how most of the decorations were themed around the destruction of nature- pollution was replicated by snack stashes for the satyrs (and perhaps some fauns from Camp Jupiter, you were certain you saw Don somewhere sneaking around), there were red and yellow lights all around, simulating fire and there were many skeletons (which, given how Nico had immediately left after the group call two days ago, probably was courtesy of him). You didn’t know how to feel about the possible real skeletons laying around, so you opted to ignore the possibility of Nico summoning them. 

However, you also saw that Meg and her siblings had deemed that to be a rather serious theme to decorate in, so here and there you found some more, handcrafted of reusable materials, generic halloween decorations. Except for carved pumpkins. There were so many pumpkins, but they were all uncarved. You guessed they didn’t want to show actual body horror to the dryads. There was some old-timey Halloween music playing, although you were unable to find any speakers. Guess the trees to really speak to you if you listen.  

As you saw Leo and Jason’s costumes you just knew that Leo had bribed Meg to know what the theme of the party would be like. He must have, why else would he think of these costumes? You had to admit, you didn’t know Leo owned a hat this tall, but you didn’t put it above him to have crafted it himself. 

“I don’t think the Onceler’s hat was that big?”  You walked up to the duo, “Or the Lorax’s mustache that big.”  

“I am lucky to not have to deal with the orange paint,”. Jason grimaced. Leo elbowed him. 

“Say the line Jason!”  Leo whispered, loudly. Jason sighed and deadpanned. 

“I am the Lorax! I speak for the trees!”  Jason tried to make a more spooky sound at the end of the sentence, after which Leo jumped forward, borderline belting.

“How ba-a-a-ad can I be?” Leo’s ‘be’ ended, somehow, on a S-tone so it rhymed with Jason’s phrase. He was grinning proudly. Jason tried to hide it, but he did seem to get amusement out of his friends' behavior. You laughed. 

“Jace, I have to be honest with you,” you looked at your friend, “I had a bet with Nico that you would be a tree. Will won though, he guessed the Lorax.”  

“You had a bet?”  Jason shook his head, “Let me guess, you do have a spare tree costume and want me to put it on so you win?”  You laughed again. 

“I wish,” you turned to Leo, “How is your hat staying up when it’s this tall?”  

“Support beams made out of metal rods and foam!”  Leo’s eyes sparkled, “carton in between, I can show you after the party, I swear it’s so structurally sound. Annabeth would love to know the skeleton of. this hat.”  Leo pouted,“ It’s too bad she has been so busy with school lately, she would have loved to work on this thing together.”   

“Everyone was suffering under me indeed,” you sighed dramatically, intentionally showing off your outfit. 

“Wait, you’re-“ Jason got up real close to one of your sleeves, “That’s my English essay! How the fuck did you get your hands on that!” Jason shivered, “I still haven’t heard back from it, I sure hope I passed.”  

“I shalt not say, dear Grace, whether you passed or not,”. You smiled, “However, I have my sources and thankfully an amazing artist who hand copied all of your work.” 

“Luckily I do not have anything on here,” Leo laughed, “Dying was the best decision for that.”

  —- 

You found two sheet ghosts with cowboy hats a bit further out, talking to each other. 

“But you’re so cute though!” Hazel exclaimed, “I’m sure Nico meant no harm.”  

“I know it was just weird seeing that.”  Frank sighed, “Hedge seemed really happy though.”  

“Boo!”  You yelled and the pair jumped up. After a second Frank leaned back. You couldn’t see his face underneath the sheet, but you figured he looked upset. 

“That’s our line (Y/n)!”  He faked exasperation. 

“Yeah! We’re the cow-boos after all!”  Hazel snickered while saying her phrase. 

“Cow-boo? Oh- I get it,”. You smiled, “Yeah that is funny.” 

“It doesn’t seem like that when you say that,”. Hazel sighed, “Well, what are you then?” 

“Oh, for you I have my left leg,”. You smiled deviously, “Praetor's have a lot of paperwork after all.” You held out your leg. Frank and Hazel moved their eye holes to see more clearly as they bowed down to take a look.

“Uh Frank,” Hazel hesitated, “I think we forgot something.” Hazel pointed at your knee, “I did not fill out this document which we had to hand in yesterday.” 

“I did uh, I did not either.”  

“Fuck” they said in unision. 

“Also how did you get these?” Hazel sounded panicked, “These are classified documents!” You laughed.

“Look, most of my costume is deadlines,” you added a spooky ‘ooooooohhhhhh’ to the last word, “but for you two I also choose to be a security breach. I can give you the name of the one who gave Calypso the files.” 

“That would be great.” Frank said, “Uh, Hazel, maybe we should quickly IM someone at Camp Jupiter about the deadlines we missed.”  

“Yeah, also (Y/n) you better hide your legs or we will steal your pants.” Hazel glared at you. You slowly backed away. 

“How about dinner first?” You joked, as you ran for it. 

——

You quickly weaved around the crowd, trying your best to get away from Hazel and Frank. You stumbled into what seemed to be the heart of a gathering. On one side of the circle you had Rock, Paper and Scissors. On the other side you had The Argo II, together with the seven demigod heroes who defeated Gaea. 

Except that Will was just standing on the side. You joined him quietly. 

“This was Nico’s plan?” You asked him and he sighed, 

“Yes and he stood on me being Percy.”  Will looked at you, “As if he wanted to rub in that Percy was his first crush.” 

“You look nothing like Percy though,” You laughed, “You’re blonde.”  

“Nico wanted to force me to wear a wig,” Will shook his head, “I opposed him, wigs are itchy.” Will smiled softly, “Although the Cocoa Puffs are adorable, and it warms my heart to see Hedge in his element like this.” 

“I look nothing like Will!” Percy’s voice sounded loudly. He seemed offended, “At least Frank looks really cute.”  Percy pouted. One particular Cocoa Puff puffed out their chest in pride. Nico stood in the middle of it all, dressed at what you assumed to be a Reyna costume, as Reyna stood next to him, dressed in Nico’s clothes. Nico could hardly stop smiling at the reactions to the Cocoa Puffs. You were about to ask Will something when

 “BAM!” Hege yelled as he hit you from behind with a blow-up bat, “YOU JUST GOT ARGO’ED!” 

“Amazing,” you looked Hedge up and down. He was wearing a boat around his middle, and on his head was a … Festus Hat? Hedge looked like an excited child. 

“Whatcha think, huh? Valdez even delivered on the hat!” Hedge let out an excited bleat, “Although it was all the kids idea,” he pointed at Nico, “I’m really happy to be included though! It’s been a while since all my cupcakes were in the same spot with me! And now I even got two batches! OH! I see Zhang over there, gotta hit him too!” And Hedge ran off. 

After a moment of silence Will and you locked eyes, and both started laughing. 

“He’s having a blast,” Will smiled, “Nico was right to get Hedge involved. How’s the scaring going?” Will turned to you. 

“Hazel and Frank are panicking about some forms they forgot and the security breach,” You grinned devilishly, “Jason is just mostly disappointed, and I still have to show the Rock, Paper Scissors trio my outfit.” 

—

Annabeth hated your outfit. Whether it was the fact that you got her only failing grade paper on the back, or the fact that she did not want to think about the last minute mistakes she made in two of the other papers she would not tell you. However, she did say she would find Leo to, and you quote, ‘definitely not set fire to your costume and ruin Calypso’s hard work’. Percy held in his laughter until Annabeth was out of earshot. 

“So where’s my work?” Percy eagerly looked around your jacket, and you pointed him towards  the sleeve. 

“Sally was eager to give it to me, she seems proud of your grades, even if they aren’t that high.” you said, and Percy had a bit of an embarrassed blush on his face. 

“Whenever I get a passing grade she keeps it,” Percy explained, “to remind me what I am capable of.” He was still inspecting your arm, but suddenly stopped, “Wait, is this- I wrote this when I was 7!” he was now a mess, “Please don’t tell me you read it.”

“I did, Percy.” you cackled crazily for a moment, “Percy Jackson or should I say Aqualad!  I am your embarrassing past!” Percy glared at you. 

“Just because I wrote a Aquaman and Little Mermaid crossover does not mean I wanted to BE aqualad (Y/n).” 

“I think it does,” Piper spoke up, “Also I appreciate the effort but I will not be looking for my work, thanks.”

“Aw, Pipes, come on,” you begged her but she shook her head. 

“Deadlines cannot be scary unless you face them, so I am procrastinating.”

“Unfair!” you glared at her, “Piper Mclean I will come for you! You can run, but deadlines always catch up to you!” 

After a moment of silence all three of you laughed. 

Your moment was interrupted by Meg calling for attention. She was dressed as Gollum, while Apollo stood next to her in a Frodo outfit. A bit further in the back stood who you guessed to be Grover from the satyr legs, dressed as Gandalf. 

“It is time to announce the winners of tonight's costume contest!” she yelled, and everyone cheered, “We have seen many amazing costumes, but one duo certainly blew us away.”

Percy, who still stood next to you, breathed out a soft ‘dam’.

“What? You really thought you would win with ‘Rock, Paper, Scissors’?” you whispered and he just looked at you.

“I could dream okay?”

“Please come forth!” Meg paused, “Gideon Nav and Harrowhark Nonagesimus!” After a moment, filled with cheers, Calypso and Thalia took the stage looking absolutely stunning and creepy. Calypso was dressed as Harrowhark, with intricate face paint and basically wearing a skeleton around herself. Thalia was Gideon, with more shabby facepaint, the iconic sunglasses and with a six feet claymore on her back. They both bowed, looking up smiling. 

“By my rules,” Meg continued after a moment, “You get to decide where to host next year, so where will it be?” 

Thalia and Calypso looked at each other and Thalia shrugged, “I don’t know where I will be with the hunt, so it’s up to you Calypso.” Calypso looked a bit panicked, before taking a deep breath. 

“I guess it will be at the Waystation then!” she announced, and there were loud cheers from the crowd. 

As the party resumed, you hoped Calypso would be earlier with the invitations than Meg had been. After all, working with deadlines was pretty scary.

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

hiiiiiiii beautiful hooman. <3

you should tell us some cool facts about your favourite characters of all time (how can you have a favourite.. they're cute as fuck..) <3

Crying in my breakfast, this is really what I needed. Thank you. You're right, I don't have 'a' favourite character, I have *counts on fingers* let's just round it off at 15, cause no one wants to read about that many characters in one go anyway. 15 is a good number, right? 😅😅😅 In no particular order:

Adrian. He has a salvage store, Blackwood Salvage, where he sells things he has restored or built out of broken objects. He's in general a really creative person who's often lost in a cloud of smoke and a strong smell of beer, while painting on canvas or doing some other creative project. And it's not unusual he has several creative projects running at the same time. Though he's good at finishing them all most.

Andy. He always believe in love, no matter how badly his heart has been bruised and broken through time. He's always a big advocate for love, and he loves fiercely. He's a dreamer and often gets caught up in fictional romances. Once you receive Andy's love, he will love you for the rest of his life, though the shape of the love might change over the years.

Raven. As many people know, Raven can literally shapeshift into a Raven. But what fewer know, is that Raven can also decide to simply only grow his wings out in his human form. No that doesn't mean he ends up with tiny raven wings on his back, instead, as his true form is a 3 story tall demon, he can grow his wings as large as he needs them to carry his human form, or demon form, if he would ever need that. That's also not the only thing he can grow.

Sam. He's the calm center of the group. The steady hands. Not much shakes him. And he's able to keep clearheaded and grounded in most situations. He's also an herbal witch, who teaches Yoga, herbal medicine, stressrelief, and organic gardening.

Evan. Doesn't give up on people, pretty much nomatter what. He's always a firm believer in trying to learn why people are the way they are, and meet them with understanding, support, love, kindness and patience. And not least a will to work things out.

River. Is really elegant, though not feminine as most people would think when they see him. He could honestly be a professional ballet dancer, that's how fluid his movements are, yet, he just wants to walk around in his long trench coat and read poetry.

Nekaya. The epitome of 'Girl Boss'. She's classy and cool, drinks beer with the boys and look like a Queen. She's warm with an edge to her and sensual, and she will make you feel things you've never felt before. But she can also make you feel things you wish you never had to feel. Choice is yours. Darling.

Ronan. The gentleman demon with the big warm heart. The healthy Irish ginger lad with a heart as pure as gold. He is the oldest of the McKinney brothers, and although he seems like the calmest, he's the strongest, which basically mean, one snap of his fingers, and you're history. Also your ancestors history is history. Not to mention, he is a seal of gates in hell. Don't cross him.

Sparkle. The words 'small but fierce' were probably created by Sparkle or someone who knows her. She's short but what she lacks in height she makes up for in courage and recilience. She nearly lost her life giving birth to a daughter she had wanted her whole life, but decided she was too badass to give up.

Willow. She's both a girls girl and a guys reason to believe there's still cool chicks around. Probably a little crazy. She's everything you ever wished to be, and everything you can only borrow. She laughs like an old witch and cusses like a sailor, and most people would say she likes to meddle, but so far she has fixed 99% of the problems she has stuck her nose in. So who can really complain?

Jacob/Jackall. Literally came back from the dead. That's it.

Odette. The Supreme. The leader of the coven. The baddest witch around (she's not evil). Don't be fooled by her elegance and grace. Or her soft spoken words. Mess with her and you'll beg for her to end your life. Beside that, she's a true henmom and protector of life and love.

Gizmo. The class clown, the nerd, the geek, the guy you can always visit if you need a friend. Oh, and he knows basically all lines of Star Trek, Lord Of The Rings, Harry Potter, Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Supernatural.

Akin. Has been deeply devoted to the same person for literally centuries. Losing her/him over and over, to rediscover her reborn in different bodies, waiting for her/him to fall in love all over again.

Eonan. Tall giant cuddly demon, who also happens to be a knight of hell.

[chiyuumiii]

NIGHTFALL || PART 3

[TAGS: Prowler Miles Morales, Miles Morales, Female Reader, Fluff, Just Pure Fluff, Cuddles and Love, Morning Kisses, Sleepy Kisses, Forehead Kisses, Prowler Miles sneaks in through your bedroom window and cuddles with you hehe, Vigilante, Miles saves you from a bunch of ew creepy men, Secret Relationship, Secret Love, Coffee Date, just fluff in general, romantic activities with Miles-42♡]

Note: TW: Mentions of harassment, slight drugs, Google Translated Spanish, Bad/Decent Writing, Typos, Grammatical Errors!

NOTE: I'M SO SORRY IT POSTPONED WHSHHDSA I COULDN'T GET ANYMORE IDEAS

Point it out if I missed something <3 Thank you!

But we barely know each other… Your mind argues with your heart, but even so, he took his time to pay you a visit, even if it was just the slightest and shortest visit you have ever gotten.

“I wanna see him again…” You whined into your pillow to muffle your voice. You then heard a distant knock on the window panes, you immediately whipped your head, glancing at it, your wish had come true.

You hurriedly undid the lock of the window, opening it up happily. He hopped inside of your room, arms still crossed, glancing around.

“Miss me?” He chuckled smugly, as if he knew what you were thinking.

“Maybe?” You acted confused, teasing him a little.

“You’re cool, I guess. We can be friends.” He spoke, his voice cold like ice, he extended his hand for a friendly little handshake. The pixelated eyes of his mask flickered a bit.

“Alright. Cool! Friends!” You smiled cheerfully, your heart blooming as you shook his hand. You were practically in euphoria as of now, being friends with a cool vigilante?! That’s awesome! And he’s your type too.

You were lucky he decided to hang out with you for a while, getting to know you and your bedroom. He walked around in your room, like a detective inspecting your belongings. “¿Qué es esto?” He uttered out in Spanish as he looked over at your valuables, his accent fluent and thick.

He hung out in your bedroom for a little while until your parents came home, slipping out from the window like a stealthy cat.

“See you…Uh, I guess I’ll visit in a while.” He chuckled slightly, hovering out of your bedroom, he was swift and accelerated.

“See you!” You exclaimed as you watched him swiftly making his way across your neighbourhood.

You noticed a piece of sticky note on your nightstand, it seemed like one of your playful little sticky notes you had on your desk. You read the note, it seems like your little crush friend left his number personally for you!

╭────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╮

“xxxx xxx xxxx, I’ll send you a text when I get home

Prowler, your vigilante friend.”

╰────── · · ୨୧ · · ──────╯

You let out a tiny squeal of excitement, unplugging your phone off of it’s charger and typing his number in your phone, adding it to your contacts list. You patiently waited for his text to chime in your notifications.

You washed the dishes, making sure to get them squeaky clean as you did. As you were washing them up, you heard a chime from your phone, you swiftly washed your hands and wiped it with a cloth in the kitchen, then turned on your phone and looking at the lock screen, he finally texted! You were joyful and enthralled. Squealing excitedly like an idiot as you tapped the notification from your lock screen.

“Yo wyd?” He texted, quite curious about what you’re doing at the moment since he left.

“Oh just washing the dishes! :) nthing much, wbu?” You replied back swiftly,joyful that he took the time to message you.

Some bubbles flashed in a message box, he was replying back.

“Está bien. I was wondering if you wanted to meet up, yk just get to know each other since we're friends now.” His message flashed on your screen

Your eyes sparkled with delight and anticipation, a stupid smile plastered on your face. “Yeah sure!! Just tell me when n where :)))” You typed swiftly yet again, sending the message with one click. This was your opportunity to get to know this cool vigilante more!

As you finished washing the dishes, you scurried over to your bedroom, continuing to converse with Miles.

After a while, you texted him a friendly goodnight before plugging in your phone and falling asleep.

(Let's just timeskip to that date- I mean meetup because ik u guys just wanna see that)

“Yo.” He waved at you, you were surprised to see him without his Prowler mask.

“Hey! This place is great.” You grinned happily as you took a look of the café he chose to meet up with you.

“I just found it whilst doing heists with my uncle.” He shrugged dismissively, gesturing you to follow him and enter inside the café.

You saw decorative lights hanging over the walls, and also plants hanging on the ceiling, as well as some wall decor and blackboards hanging on top of the order counter as menus. Very aesthetically pleasing.

“Pretty.” You mumbled, then glanced at Miles. “Wait, which one of us is paying?”

“Eh, I'll do it. Whatchu wanna order?” He asked with a hint of kindness.

“How about you choose for me instead? Guess it'll be fun.” You grinned before taking a seat as Miles waited in line, gazing at the view of the sidewalk and the road as you patiently waited.

PART 4 IS GONNA BE FUN HEHE