#it might be s little late for that bow though

[mizuski-pirat]

Uh.

...Buen QSMP día de lenguajes a todos!

Seriously though, to anyone sensitive to stuff like this scrolling through a wasteland full of filtered tags right now, I'm so sorry.

We love you.

It's not our fault we suffer more than Jesus Christ.

[ozzgin]

Omg can we hear what the "there's only one bed" trope would be like with your yokai harem pleaseeee

Featuring your (not yet) monster boyfriends, and the classic case of having to share one bed due to unforeseen circumstances. You've been chasing a vengeful spirit back into the modern world, and the only inn - as you're in the middle of nowhere presently - has a single remaining room. Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, fluff with mild NSFW

Murasaki

"Where are you going?" you manage to blurt out, hurrying after the dark-haired yokai. "You may take the bed. I don't need sleep", he explains curtly as he places a hand over his sword. "I'll be keeping watch outside." Murasaki is stubborn, and you already know that no amount of arguing will convince him. As it's already late and you're quite exhausted, you do hesitantly crawl under the sheets while he positions himself next to the door. When you wake up for a bathroom break, you notice him breathing softly in a peaceful slumber. You might have to be creative with your tactics: You return to your room, pull on your clothing a little bit, and let out a frantic shout. The horned man scrambles up and barges inside, wildly confused. "I had a terrible nightmare, and thus, lamentably, I will be requiring your presence for the remaining hours of the night", you narrate theatrically, patting the empty half of the bed next to you. He clicks his tongue and furrows his brows in annoyance. As he approaches, you can discern a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "You can't be serious right now", he bemoans, removing the swords from his sash. "Pathetic." He begrudgingly shoves himself next to you and turns around. His ears are a deep shade of red. "Now shut up and go back to sleep."

Kiritsubo

"Does that mean we can share the bed?" Kiritsubo is beaming with enthusiasm as he waddles behind you towards the room. "I suppose so", you nod reassuringly, somewhat confused by his reaction. You've been sleeping next to each other from the very beginning, or at least ever since you've been awakened by one of his night terrors and offered to keep him company. "It's nothing new, though, is it?" "Well, this time it's in your world, you know?" he confesses, now a little embarrassed by his obvious excitement. He scratches his cheek awkwardly. "I s-suppose it's not that different, huh?" You lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. There's one technical detail you've omitted in your generous offer: Kiritsubo is massive and terribly clingy. His muscular arms are wrapped tightly around you, and you can feel his hot breath in your ear. You try to free yourself by lifting your leg and shoving him with your knee, but he doesn't budge. Not only that, but you might've unintentionally aroused him in his sleep. It'll be a long night, you think as you try to ignore the boner pressing into your side.

Suma

"Well, at least we know who's taking the bed", the yokai jokes as the inn worker bows apologetically. "We're terribly sorry, sir, there's nothing...there's nothing here that could possibly..." their words trail off, gazing at Suma's enormous stature. Indeed, the human sized furniture looks ridiculous next to him. You wave your hand and dismiss the baffled employee. You can't blame them; you too were speechless during your first encounter with the demon. "What will you do?" you ask, sitting on the edge of the mattress. "I can sleep on the floor just fine!" He flashes you a smile and stretches his limbs. "If you get bored of that", he continues, pointing at the bed, "you can always join me". He pats his chest with a cheeky grin, chuckling at the sight of your now blushing face. Perhaps it's not such a bad offer. Then again, how comfortable is it to sleep on toned muscles? You sit up and decide to test it out yourself.

Yuugiri

"Oh my, what a pity. Well, it's only natural that you have priority." Yuugiri steps aside and gestures for you to come closer towards the bed. "We don't want our precious little human to be uncomfortable, hmm?" You want to protest, but he quickly places a pale, slender finger over your lips. "Unless..." he adds, this time in a deeper voice. He lowers himself painfully close to your face. "Unless you want us to sleep together. Although I can't promise to keep my hands to myself." You stutter awkwardly, and you can feel your cheeks burning in embarrassment. The yokai laughs at your flustered state, delighted by your reaction. "You always tease me", you finally manage to say, brushing past him and climbing under the sheets with an irritated huff. "Can you really blame me? You're always so cute~" After a moment of silence, you can feel a shuffle coming from behind you. "Jokes aside, do scooch over. I'm not going to sleep on the floor like an animal."

Sekiya

Sekiya stares at the bed and shivers. He dares not look in your direction. The thought of sharing a bed with a demon like him must've made you uncomfortable. Why else would you be so quiet? You're probably trying to come up with a polite way to retrieve your privacy. He won't let you struggle for a way out. He opens his mouth to excuse himself, but he's interrupted by your exhausted yawn. "Guess we'll sleep together, huh?" you remark, casually, as you unbutton your shirt. The lack of response prompts you to turn and search for the yokai, who is now visibly red and feverish, erratically fidgeting and twiddling his fingers. "W-what are you even saying..." he blurts out. Are you mocking him? You must know he's very much attracted to you. To think he'd be this close to your body...he shakes his head vehemently. Unimaginable! Then again, chances like these don't come all the time...

Sakaki

“We can share the bed if you’d like”, you suggest to the masked yokai. "No need to concern yourself with me. My nights are tormented, devoid of any rest. I will not be requiring a bed", he states melancholically, but with factual confidence. You don't think you can sleep with his shadow looming over at all times, so you insist that he at least attempts to lay down regardless of the outcome. He lets out a deep sigh and closes his eyes. Hmm. There's a certain warmth emanating from your body. He unconsciously drags himself closer, head now resting next to yours. The heat brings him comfort, and his muscles begin to relax. He'd even dare to say it's a pleasant experience. You jolt awake upon feeling a pair of arms wrapping around you, and you turn back in confusion. Sakaki swiftly hides his flustered face in the crook of your back. "Perhaps this isn't so bad, after all..." he mumbles quietly. "Don't mind me."

[Main Story] | [Character Guide]

[chriscorqutte]

Fratboy!Chris n Fem!Reader!HEADCONS!

Warnings(smut,FLUFFFF,and one fight but that’s it bye loves enjoy)

Fratboy!chris who’s friends would try to tell him to make a move

“s’not not worth it”

Fratboy!Chris who finally dose it but looks at you like he’s seen a ghost

“uh you alright, you look like you seen a ghost”

“So uh how’s your day”

His face turns red

Fratboy!chris loving you pretty features under him

“s’tight for me”

“mmh~oh!yesss fuck!”

“Could stare at your pretty face all day,yeah you would like that him?” He groans fucking into harder

Fratboy!chris who has a soft spot for you but try’s not to let it show

“She said what about us?”he said arms crossed over his chest

“Us?”you smile like a little kid

“s’whatever kid,I jus slipped my words ‘s it’s nothing”he forced a serious look but you could still see his slight smirk

Fratboy!chris who secretly doesn’t see anyone else but you

“Go fuck your other hoes Christopher, I am so done with you!”you yell grabbing your keys of his desk

“Nah ma,listen we~wait” he try’s not to beg but he genuinely doesn’t want you to leave

It’s to late because your already out the door

Fratboy!chris who every time he sees bows and the sound of giggling he tho is of you

Fratboy!chris who shows up to your house to say sorry

Knock knock

“Chris..uh what are you doing here”you cross your arms over you chest

“Missed you ma, needed to say something”he looks at you with pleading eyes”

“I am not fucking you so if that’s-“

“No I am sorry y/n jus I am sorry okay ma” he cuts you off immediately

Fratboy!Chris who’s makeup sex is soft and sweet to make sure you feel comfortable

“s’pretty f’me”

You nod

“j’so pretty takin my cock mm”

Fratboy!chris realizes he has fallen for you

“I might be like inlove w’her” Chris says to one of his frat brothers

Fratboy!chris who lowkey becomes a lover boy just because he found you

Fratboy!chris who calls you late at night just so you can tell him about your day

“And I remember actually taking the wrong phone because I thought it was mine”you slightly giggle form the memory of earlier that day 

“Mmm really that’s funny ma”Chris smiles at your soft spoken voice

Fratboy!chris loving to try all the cute couple things even though people might find it corny he doesn’t care as long as he has you he doesn’t matter

“So how do I cook this?”you ask holding up the box of brownies

“So cute when you don’t know things makes me feel smart”he laughs holding the brownie box with you

“That doesn’t even make since Chris”you giggle,he just admires your face and laughs with you

Fratboy!chris who doesn’t know how to ask you to me his girlfriend so just wait

[thatgirlstrawberry]

The Shoebox Under The Bed

Feb. Request-8

In which Spencer has a box of all of the things Y/N had ever given him and she finds it

Warnings: fluff, kissing, cursing, he gets a lil embarrassed

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

“Babe, do you know where my white heels are?” Y/N asked, walking through her and Spencer’s apartment wearing nothing but one of his shirts and a pair of socks.

It was Valentine’s Day and they had dinner plans. “Uh… check the bedroom closet?” He called from the kitchen.

Y/N hummed and she walked into the kitchen. “Are you excited?” She asked, standing on her tippy toes and kissing his neck innocently.

Spencer smiled and leaned down to kiss her. “So excited.” He nodded.

Y/N damn near squealed. “This is our first Valentine’s together since we moved in with each other!” She said, poking his chest.

“Baby, I love that you’re so excited but it’s 9 am. We don’t have dinner until 7 tonight.” He chuckled.

Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile. “I knoooooow….” She drew out. “I just wanna be ready. Last year I left my place super late and we almost lost our reservation.”

Spencer shook his head. “Okay, babe. Whatever makes you feel better.”

Y/N squeaked and tore away from him, going to look for her shoes.

In the room, she had searched high and low for those heels but hadn’t even found one.

She sighed and spun around, collapsing on the bed. She shut her eyes, groaning loudly.

After a moment, her left eye peeked open when she got an idea. She got off of the bed and got on her hands and knees next to it. She bit her lip and lifted her arm up to feel around for her phone on her bedside table.

She hummed in victory when she grabbed it and brought it down, turning the flash light feature on.

Underneath the bed lit up and she smiled. She moved clothes and blankets out of the way before her eyes lit up. The black shoebox sat there with a picture of the particular heel she was looking for.

She grabbed it and pulled it out from underneath the bed, opening the box quickly. She was expecting a shoe or two but instead she found a stack of Polaroids, letters, jewelry and a bunch of other tiny gadgets.

She bit her lip when she pulled one of the Polaroids out and studied it. She had been obsessed with taking pictures of things with her camera. In this one, Spencer was holding a lemon and wearing a big wicker sun hat. Why? She couldn’t remember but she smiled and laughed anyway. She remembered she gave it to him on the last day of 7th grade.

Spencer and Y/N grew up together. They realized that they were in love at a very young age.

She looked behind her to make sure that Spencer wasn’t watching from the kitchen and then pulled out one of the letters.

She smiled as she saw the little star she’d drawn by her name.

May 23

Dear Spence,

It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. I still have that sweater you leant me last winter. I wear it all the time. I wish the summer would be over so I can see you again. The last letter you sent me, you said you would come back soon but July 17th isn’t soon enough.

Anyway, how’s your Einstein summer camp going? I read that they teach you how to read minds there. Is it true? If so, can you tell me what I’m thinking about now?

I also got cast as Wendy in our schools summer theater program in Peter Pan. If you make it back home in time you might be able to catch closing night. I hope you can. I would love to look out when we’re doing our bows and see you there.

Anyway, I gotta go. We’re running lines.

See you at my show!

Love

From Y/N <3

She rolled her eyes, wondering why she’d scratched the end out even though Spencer could clearly read it. She tossed the letter aside and bit her lip, digging through the box some more.

Her eyes lit up when she picked up a stupid charm bracelet she’d made for him in fifth grade. It had a pair of glasses next to a star and a bead that had an ‘S�� in the middle.

Her tongue pressed into the inside of her bottom lip as she tied off the end of the elastic string. She glanced behind her seeing Spencer reading a book.

Her heart pounded as she turned and walked towards him. “Uhm… Spencer?” She cleared her throat. He looked up at her, pushing up his glasses.

“I-oh hi, Y/N!” He smiled setting his book down.

She held out the bracelet to him, closing her eyes. “I made this for you.” She spoke quickly.

He took it from her gently and her eyes opened. “Thanks! This is really nice.” He nodded at her.

Y/N smiled to herself, peeking behind her again just to make sure Spencer was still occupied in the kitchen.

The next thing she pulled out was a sock.

Yes, a sock.

Spencer in exchange for a book he was reading asked for something that Y/N held near and dear to her heart. She gave him a sock with Stitch from Lilo and Stitch. She almost cried giving it to him and he almost caved and let her keep it AND the book but she told him that it was fine.

She never gave the book back, he never returned her sock.

She put the sock back in the box and kept digging finding a really dried up daisy flower and a wrapper to a Crunch bar amongst many many other things. She paused when she felt something different.

It was a small velvet box. She pulled it out slowly, biting her lip. “What the fuck?” She whispered. She swallowed, opening the box and almost gasped.

A ring and a receipt sat inside that box. The ring was beautiful. It had a rose gold band with a rose colored diamond—a big ass diamond. She read the receipt, not paying attention to the price but the date.

He had bought that ring ten years before. They hadn’t even been dating then.

Her mouth was agape, she was so in shock that she didn’t even hear Spencer coming.

“Babe did you find your sh— oh my fucking shit.” He groaned. Y/N looked up at him slowly.

“Oh my God, Spencer, I’m so sorry!” She said, shutting the box quickly and shoving back underneath the piles of letters and other stuff. “I was just looking for my shoes, I swear!”

Spencer chuckled and sighed, walking over to sit on the bed in front of her. She bit her lip smiling at him, completely disregarding the ring. “You kept all the stuff I gave you.” She said quietly.

He reached down to cup her cheek. “Of course I did.”

She shut her eyes. “And you bought a ring.” She shook her head, her face heating up. “You bought a ring 10 years ago— we were 15 Spencer!” She smiled.

He blushed. “Well… I just— i knew that it was you, Y/N/N. Ever since you made me that charm bracelet in 5th grade.” He shrugged. “So, I saved up all my money from working at the ice cream shack that one summer and I went and bought it.”

Y/N stared into his eyes with a soft smile on her lips. “I love you.” She whispered.

Spencer smiled and leaned forward to kiss her deeply. “I love you.” He said in between kisses. “But you’re gonna have to wait for me to propose because that was the plan for tonight.” He chuckled.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. “Fine.”

So at the end of the night, Spencer proposed to her in front of a bunch of people at the restaurant. She acted like she had no idea it was gonna happen so they’d get free cake.

[pretty-blkgirl]

Soul’s Desire [Ch. 13]

- Masterlist -

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Sitting at a bench late at night (or technically, early in the morning) surrounded by nothing but nature would usually be calming for you. Still, the realization that you’re meeting the last of your soulmates kept you from being calm.

You tried humming to yourself for a little bit, but that didn’t help too much. You were about to pull out your phone and scroll through tik tok until you felt a hand on your shoulder

“WHAT THE FUCK” You screamed, startling the people behind you. You quickly realize it’s I.N. and Seungmin, as they grab your hands and pull you away from the equally startled and curious people around.

“We didn’t mean to scare you,” I.N said, sounding like he was holding in a laugh

“I didn’t mean to scream” You retorted sheepishly

Once you guys were in a relatively empty area, the boys let go of your hands and stood in front of you. Even though it was dark outside, you could still see I.N.’s large smile and Seungmin’s sparkling eyes.

You bow to them, introducing yourself politely.

“Han said you might bow but I didn’t believe him,” Seungmin remarked, “You don’t have to be polite”

“I wanna make a good first impression”

“You already did, don’t tell me you forgot about us scaring the shit out of you already” He laughs

You laugh too, but secretly you’re embarrassed. You asked your members how to suppress your symbol, so thankfully none of your soulmates could feel your emotions through the bond.

“Well, let’s not stand here, you never know when dispatch is around” I.N. sighs. You’re almost sure it’s a joke, but that simple sentence sent your mind spiraling.

The three of you walk slowly down a pathway, you telling them about yourself and them doing the same.

“We’ll debut soon. I’m nervous” You say once you guys start talking about your careers

“I was nervous when we debuted too, and honestly that nervousness will stay for a while, but you gotta use that as fuel to do your best” I.N explains, “I’ve seen you guys perform, I’ve listened to your pre-debut song, you all are talented”

Seungmin nods, “I agree. I’m usually very picky when it comes to singers, but your voice is some of the best I've ever heard. It’s just so natural”

Your cheeks heat up at the compliments

“Can’t believe two of the best singers in the industry are complimenting my voice”

They didn’t want to show it, but they were very flattered.

You three walked for about 20 minutes, alternating between short, comfortable silences and random Q&As.

You were happy. The meeting with 3racha went well, the one with danceracha went well, and this one with vocalracha was going-

“What the hell?” You muttered, feeling something mushy under your foot.

“What’s wrong y/n?” I.N. questions

You’re looking down, so they do as well.

“Is that mud?” Seungmin asks

You stay silent because you know what it is. Seungmin takes his phone out and turns on his flashlight, shining it on your foot.

“Oh, that’s…” He started, wincing a little.

You took a deep breath in, excusing yourself to walk towards the grass to hopefully get the majority of the dog shit off your shoe.

The boys followed you but kept a reasonable distance. You stopped at a tree near the water and started wiping your shoe against the damp grass.

The boys watched in mostly silence, occasionally offering you their shoes or suggesting they take turns carrying you.

You giggled at their requests, rejecting their offers but letting them know you appreciated it.

After two straight minutes of wiping your shoe, your leg got tired so you gave up. You were about to walk back to the boys but you somehow lost your footing and slipped.

You were on a small slope, so you fell and rolled down into the water.

I.N. and Seungmin were hot on your tails, quickly getting you out of the lake.

“Y/n are you alright?” You hear Seungmin ask

You nod and allow them to guide you back towards the sidewalk. You had a noticeable limp, and your knee hurt so bad.

You had a cross-body purse on, so the majority of your things were safe enough inside your bag, except your phone which had been in your back pocket.

You got it out and looked at it, seeing the shattered screen.

“I broke my phone” You whisper

“We’ll get it fixed, don’t even worry about it,” one of your soulmates says, you can’t tell which one because your ears start ringing.

Tears fill your eyes and you know the boys can feel your embarrassment and sadness because you neglected to keep suppressing the symbol.

You try to turn the phone on and surprisingly, the screen lights up. You can barely see the contents on the phone, but you can tell you have several missed calls and text messages.

Your chest starts to ache as you know exactly who would be calling you this many times this time of night, and she was going to scream and curse at you as soon as you got back to her.

The guys are still holding you by either arm, walking towards nowhere in particular until you stop and lightly shake them off.

“I need to go home,” You say quietly, your voice devastatingly sad.

“Let us call you a car” I.N. suggests

“No, I’ll walk,” You say, tears freefalling from your eyes now.

“Y/n it's cold out here, you’re wet, and it’s late we’re not letting you walk”

“Please, I need to leave” You plead, utterly breaking your soulmates' hearts, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for all of this to happen”

Then you walk off and make your way all the way home. It wasn’t too long of a walk, ten minutes at most.

Seungmin and I.N. followed you there from a distance. They weren’t gonna let you walk alone no matter what, but they respected that you needed space.

Once they knew you were safely in the house, they called a car and made their way back to their homes.

Lucky for you, none of your members were in the living room when you walked in. You were able to go straight to the bathroom and strip out your wet clothes.

The silver lining in all of this was you were able to get the majority of dog shit off your shoe, so you didn’t track any in the house.

Your hands shook as you turned on the shower, pathetic gasps and whimpers leaving your lips as you tried to sob quietly.

You thought about how Seungmin and I.N. can’t like you now. Everything was fucking ruined, the whole night went wrong.

And your mom… she was probably fuming by now. If you don’t answer her so she can tell you about her mundane tasks and cheer her on like she fixed Global Warming then she'll make sure you knew just how much she wished she never had you.

You can hear her hurtful words now, they fill your brain and give you sudden vertigo. You sat on the floor of the tub, pulling at your hair as your cries turned to yells.

Your members were in the bathroom in seconds, trying to console you, but you could only beg them to get away.

When you made it to bed, you stared at the ceiling, trying to stop crying until sleep came over you.

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[secretlovezz]

I was wondering I could request headcanons with König, Soap, Price and Ghost celebrating a birthday with their s/o who thought that they’d forget/didn’t know? If it’s too many characters (😭I know writing is a struggle) maybe it’d be okay with just Ghost?

By the time I’m writing this, my birthday would’ve been tomorrow :]

I hope you have a good afternoon/day/evening/night

I'm so late omg (I'm horrible at getting requests done I'm so sorry!!!!) but here it is!!! I ended up only writing for Soap and Ghost even though the goal was to write for all of 141+konig so maybe there'll be a part 2 with everyone else eventually😭 Happy belated birthday babe and thank you for the request 🫶🫶🫶🫶 ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Simon "Ghost" Riley

I feel like because Simon most likely doesn't celebrate/do things for his birthday he won't do too much for you (this doesn't mean he doesn't care though).

He gets you the cutest presents, ones with meaning and love, ones that'll last for as long as possible.

Although he's nervous Simon is slick about the process of giving you your gift.

He's hiding it behind a cushion while the two of you are casually watching a movie together on the couch.

He hasn't said much to you all day (he is horrible at keeping secrets from you so he's kept his mouth shut so he doesn't spill the fact that he got you something).

You notice his silence just like you notice how Simon is being twitchy next to you, the arm around your neck is flexing and his free hand is wiping against his pants to get rid of sweat.

You don't think you've ever been more anxious and on your birthday no less.

Has he forgotten?

You feel sick to your stomach, nausea overtaking you and making you uncomfortable. Your body wiggles against your boyfriend's side and his eyes drift to you. His brown eyes are searching you intently; his gaze makes you all the more nervous.

He contemplates saying anything before his lips finally part to ask, "You alright, Dove?"

Your head is snapping in his direction before he can even finish his question, eyes wide in a way that make Simon's squint in confusion. He twists his body to face you a little more forcing you to look at him.

"What's wrong," He asks, your eyes are darting to any place that isn't his eyes because if you do he'll see straight through you. Sometimes you hate that he can just tell when you're upset.

When you don't answer him Simon sighs and stretches his arm to reach behind him. Your eyes water and your plump bottom lip quivers in response to his movement but when he pulls his hand back in between the both of you he's holding a little box.

Now your eyes squint in confusion causing a tear or two to fall out. Your boyfriend is quickly dropping the box and reaching to wipe them from your face pressing a swift kiss to your forehead before pulling back.

Before you can ask him anything about the box simon is grabbing your hands putting them together in a cupping motion and dropping the box into your hands. You look at him doe eyed and he motions for you to open it kissing your temple once more. If you weren't a little sad you would have laughed or giggled at the horrible attempt of a bow around the box. You pull at it and it comes loose and falls into your lap. You glance at Simon once more eyes still a little watery and he nuzzles his nose against your cheek.

You open the box slowly a little worried of what you might find inside.

When you open it to see dog tags you choke out a sob.

"It's a replica, not the real thing but still, happy birthday dove," Simon says while swiftly moving your face into the crook of his neck. You move yourself to straddle your boyfriend arms wrapping around his neck. You stop your cries to place a quick kiss on his neck. Your professions of love mumbled into his neck as you hiccup.

"I love you, hm? So much," he says and Simon chuckles when you whine at him.

"So so much," He whispers.

《---------------♡

John "Soap" McTavish

I lowkey feel like there's no possible way for you to feel like he's forgotten.

He's talking your ear off about what you guys are gonna do weeks before.

But imagine he gets called away just days before your birthday, he'd get so sad :(

He wanted to celebrate it properly; take you out to dinner buy you some flowers and a present that you would adore one that could make you smile.

So alas he's away on your big day and he's so busy and has so much work to do he almost doesn't get the chance to call you.

You try to watch a movie, one that you and Johnny would enjoy together if he were home, cuddled up against each other, slipping gentle intimate kisses to one another, laughing and giggling at stupidly cringe movie scenes. His hands would never leave you, they never did.

You miss him.

The thought made your lips quiver and your eyes water. You felt that you usually did okay, good even when Johnny wasn't around but today was your birthday and he wasn't here and it was harder than you thought it would be.

You picked up your phone and turned it on.

No notifications.

You'd hoped he'd at least text you but it was rounding 10:30, it was dark out and the lack of natural light was making you sleepy, but there was still nothing from him.

You're nodding off trying to keep yourself awake but eventually, your eyes are closing and your head is leaning back towards the cushion of the couch. You're snapped out of your closeness to sleep by the ringing of your phone. You scrambled for it moving quickly to answer whoever was calling you.

"Hello?" You answer.

A rumbling chuckle on the other line causes tears to gather at your water line, "were you sleeping, can hear it in your voice," you could imagine the smile gracing his face.

Your voice is shakey and quiet when you respond, "I miss you," you pull your knees to your chest, "I wish you were here."

You hear the ruffles of fabric, you wonder what he's doing.

"Wish I was there too believe me... Jesus, I miss you. Was gonna have flowers sent to you but Cap'n's threw me into somethin' I couldn't get out of and-"

You smile, cheesing into your pajama pants, "You were gonna buy me flowers?"

Johnny scoffs softly, "'course, my pretty girl deserves her flowers always and when I get back I'm gonna get you so many flowers you won't know what to do."

You laugh and he thinks he's never heard a sound more beautiful. He joins your laughter for a moment before the both of you quiet down slowly.

"Happy birthday sweet girl," Johnny whispers, "I love you"

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Your Lips, My Lips

requested?: no pairing(s): nishimura riki x gn!reader genre: fluff fluffity fluff fluff fluff warning(s): fluff (thats literally it), small mentions of reader's gender, but it isnt really specified (riki calls reader m'lady) summary: 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘪 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 word count: 554 a/n: two posts in two days, *le gasp*. i did this while watching the england v denmark match nd icl they started to piss me off so i had to tune myself out for a few seconds to finish this. there might be another fic later tonight if you are lucky (or if i am just feeling lazy or not) but yeah:). remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah!

you and riki never really had time alone together. you with school (that you actually attended) and riki with enhypen. but, the rare times you were left alone together without the rest of the members, you both made it count.

you would both go on small but cute dates, whether it be in a fancy restaurant or just in eachother’s arms and watching a movie. either way, you made it count. this time though, you had both decided to go on a late night walk, something that wasn’t very uncommon for the two of you, but felt a lot more domestic and romantic this time.

you and riki were walking through a field, with small daisies scattered around it. it was summer time, so it practically showed how late it was, as it was dark out. it wasn’t dark enough so that you couldn’t make eachother out, but you could just about make out shapes in the distance, so you couldn’t see that well. a few times you had almost fallen, so riki had to keep you up, keeping an arm wrapped around your shoulders, and occasionally switching to your waist, just to make sure you didn’t fall.

you were both laughing and talking about your lives, when you felt small drops of rain. initially, you brushed it off, thinking it will just stop soon as it wasn’t forecast, but when it started to get worse, you looked at riki. you both stood there in silence for a few seconds before breaking out into your own bright smiles.

“may i have this dance, m’lady?” riki asks, outstretching his hand and placing the other behind his back, bowing slightly.

“you may” you smile, taking his hand and curtseying slightly.

riki instantly brought you into his chest, holding your waist and your hand, swaying the both of you slightly. you were both in your own words as the rain splashed against your bodies, but you didn’t care. the fact that you were both pressed against eachother’s bodies was protecting you both from getting cold.

after around ten minutes, and loads of twirls (in which you tried to twirl riki, but it ended up turning out horribly due to his height), you both pulled away. you smiled up at riki, and he smiled down at you.

“how are we meant to get home?” you ask softly, riki still had a hold of your hand, bringing it up to his mouth and pecking your knuckles, before raising both of the hands above your head, signalling for you to twirl.

you giggled as he did so, your hair fanning out with you before sticking back to your face again. riki smiled down at you and leaned down, completely ignoring your question and kissing you. he kisses you sweetly. it wasn’t overly passionate, but not bland, it was loving. just the right amount of love. not long after, he pulled away.

“I could call jake?” he suggests, you smile at the idea.

“you sure your phone isn’t soaked?” you chuckle, riki proves you wrong by plucking his phone out and finding jake’s contact, bringing the phone up to his ear.

it was safe to say jake scolded the two of you a little, but you both fell asleep in eachother’s arms that night, relying on eachother to keep yourselves warm.

[bethelighthalazia]

Chapter 1 - Arrival

Summary:  It´s the day of y/n´s arrival at the Bang mansion, or “the den” as it's called by some. Not all people in her new life seem too happy about this, but will she be able to gain everyone's trust and maybe find her place in this new family?

Genre: fluff, angst

Pairing: Bang Chan x fem!reader

Additional Characters: OT8 Stray Kids, Ateez Yunho

Word Count: 1440

AU: Mafia AU

Warnings: none? A gun mentioned, but that's all, i think

networks: @mirohs-aurora-society 

notes: I am using some physical descriptions for Y/N, it being glasses, freckles and a crooked nose. In this chapter, I am using the members’ stage names mostly as their codenames, but they might be replaced with their real names later on.

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Your father's car came to a halt in front of a rather secluded mansion, the driver turning in his seat as he turned off the engine. 

“We're here, Ms Jeong. Your father's orders were to drop you off at this address,” he said, getting out to open the car's door for you, bowing when you stepped out. Then he went to gather your suitcase and a few small extra bags from the trunk of the black car, put them on the ground next to you and left. A sigh escaping you, you shook your head.

You always knew about your father's dirty business, never questioning his decisions, since that was how you were raised, to be the obedient and well behaved daughter and heiress to the ‘black pirates’. Well, lately almost no one feared your family anymore, especially since the ‘black pirates’ were overpowered by the new mafia in town. They called themselves the ‘Stray Kids’, following a man named Mr Bang, the exact same man whom your father owes a lot of money to. However, your father managed to settle a deal with him, and this is why you are now standing here, alone and with the little luggage your father sent with you to meet your new husband.

Yes, your father's debts voided under the condition of you marrying Mr Bang. It still baffled you as to why the most wanted bachelor, desired by every woman in town, would want you. After all, you never truly fit in the beauty standards with your slightly crooked nose, freckles and your glasses. Your eyes trailed along the path to the mansion's gates, then down to your luggage. 

“Well, that's my life now.” You sighed, grabbing your suitcase in one hand and your other bags in the other hand and started to walk, but you soon got stopped by a voice behind you. 

“Wait, let me help you, lady!” The rather deep voice startled you for a moment, your head whipped around to see who called you. A blonde male, probably your age, with a gentle smile on his face. He was accompanied by another one, he seemed a little older, a hard expression on his face. “Who are you?” The older one asked, his voice just as cold as the look in his eyes. They probably were part of Mr Bang's men, so you bowed in their direction, greeting them properly. “Jeong y/n, I have a meeting with Mr Bang.” Your voice was trembling, even though you hid it quite well, you were scared. After all, you´re about to meet your husband soon, a marriage arranged by a deal your father made.

“A pleasure, Ms Jeong. My name is Felix, this is Lee Know.” The younger one smiled, pointing at himself and then the older one who only let out a little grumble before taking your suitcase while Felix took some of your bags. The men then started walking, leading you up to the mansion where another man greeted them. “Felix, you picked up another chick?” The one at the gate laughed, catching a glare from Felix as the blonde shook his head. “Stop it, I.N.! This is Ms Jeong, she's got a meeting with the boss.” Those words let the other male get quiet, eyes widened as he bowed and apologized to you. “I am so sorry miss, I didn't know you would arrive today! Follow me, I will show you to the boss’ office.” The other two exchanged a look when noticing how I.N. reacted to your name, but then they shrugged, assuming their youngest just wants to impress. 

They would soon realize how wrong they were though. I.N. led you and the other two men down a few corridors until he knocked on a big wooden door, opening it after hearing a voice from inside. “Sorry to interrupt, boss. She's here now.” The young male said and bowed, stepping aside to let you enter. You hesitated for a moment, your heart beating in your throat and your hands trembling. The ‘boss’, Mr Bang, got up from the chair behind his desk, his appearance quite intimidating, the sleeves of his white button up shirt rolled up, revealing the muscles of his arms, a holster for the revolver on his desk tightly fitted around his chest, a black vest hanging over the chair´s backrest. A scar on his left eyebrow and one on his right cheek making him look tough and a little scary. He only needed a few steps to cross the room, holding a gloved hand out towards you, who shyly took it. In your family, you were feared, known as being ruthless and cold but here? You knew no one, heck, you didn't even know the reason why this man would choose you out of all the women in town.

“Ah, yes. Welcome to your new home, my wife.” He said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze, the soft smile on his face contrasting with the intimidating aura surrounding him. A thump behind you let him look up though, raising an eyebrow at his men who dropped your luggage in shock. “Don't mind these pabos, I hope your luggage didn't contain anything breakable?” You needed a few seconds to process his words, still surprised by the gentleness of his words. “Wh- oh, no it's just clothes and- uhm I am Jeong y/n, you can use my name…” You mumbled, feeling your ears and cheeks heat up with a deep blush. 

“Did I hear you right, boss? Wife?!” One of the men, Lee Know, asked, an eyebrow raised. He seemed to hear this for the first time, so it caught him off guard. Felix and I.N. tried to hold the older one back, but he took a step closer to Chan, shooting you a glare. “Why didn't we know about this? You cannot be serious, Chan-” “Enough, Minho. I am serious, y/n will be my wife and you and the others better respect her as the lady of our clan.” Chan's voice dropped a few octaves, letting go of your hand as he fully faced Lee Know while Felix gently pulled you away from the two men for now. “I- uhm, I can leave, so you can- uhm, talk or something?” You stammered, not expecting that your presence would cause arguments in this family, but maybe this had been your father's plan all along? It didn't matter right now though, your father's plans rarely worked out, so this one, if it indeed was his intention, wouldn't work either. 

“No, you can stay. I.N. please call a meeting, I want to introduce Miss Jeong to everyone.” Chan ordered towards the youngest, who instantly hurried to gather all the other members. Lee Know scoffed, but he didn't say anything else, knowing that he wouldn't be able to change his best friend's mind anyway. Just about an hour later, all seven other members of the clan had gathered in the meeting room of the mansion, most of them unaware as to why their boss had summoned them all on such short notice. They didn't have to wait for long until the doors flew open and Chan stepped in, your hand placed onto his arm as he led you into the room with him. Upon seeing you next to Chan, Lee Know scoffed once more, arms crossed as he leaned back in his seat as Chan´s right hand, I.N. however quickly scurried to get another chair, positioned it at the farthest end of the table to sit down on it himself, so you could take his seat. 

With a smile, Chan helped you sit down and then stood at the head of the table, hands crossed on his back while looking at his men. They have rarely seen him smile, especially when outsiders were present, yet they clearly could see his rather calm and joyful expression. “My friends, you probably are wondering why I called you all here. Well, I want to introduce someone to you, someone who will live with us from now on.” He said, shooting a small glare at Lee Know before resting a hand on your shoulder, causing you to relax a bit. “I want you to welcome Jeong y/n into our family as a valued member and the lady of this clan from this day forward. Our wedding will be held in a week from now.” 

This news was met with different reactions; some happy for their boss, some suspicious, and some, like Lee Know and one other, standing up and leaving the room.

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Waking up in the morning with Ichigang peeps as their s/o

SFW/NSFW are ok

Hello! Thank you for the ask 💕

I’ve been playing Infinite Wealth, so included Tomi in this too because he is a cutie patootie, and needs some love.

Ichiban:

Waking up with Ichiban would be like waking up next to a ray of sunshine.

Well, maybe not at first, as you would actually wake up before him, and he would be snoring away still. However, once he does wake up he’s going to greet you with the biggest grin ever. Every single day. No matter how long you two have been together for, waking up next to you just makes this man so damn happy.

Even though he almost always wakes up after you, and also can’t cook very well, he would still offer to make you a basic breakfast or a coffee.

Loves it when you choose to stay in bed with him for extra cuddles. He would just kind of wrap his arms and legs around you, almost like a koala, and would close his eyes happily as he snuggles in to you.

Nanba:

He has the fluffiest, cutest case of bed-head you have ever seen. It would look like a little bird has nested on his head. He is also a cutie without his glasses, and would be squinting so hard as he can’t see shit.

He loves to sleep in, and is rarely up early if he can help it. He’d love it if you chose to sleep in with him too, and there’d be absolutely no rush to get out of bed.

If he is ever dragged out of bed early, just know that he is not a morning person at all. He would be super grumpy, and everyone would have to listen to him complaining.

Nanba is a big fan of sleepy morning sex. It would be very lighthearted, slow and lazy, as the two of you would still feel half asleep, but it would be very cosy and sweet nonetheless.

Adachi:

Adachi is an early riser, and can’t lie in bed for too long in the morning as he would get a bad back (poor old man). This means morning cuddles would either be very short-lived, or would be non-existent.

If you are also an early riser and happen to wake around the same time, Adachi may just ask you for a quickie, to start the day off on a good note.

He is actually quite cheerful of a morning, especially waking up next you. He’d just feel so content, ready to start a fresh new day with you by his side.

He would absolutely adore it if you made him breakfast. Little domestic things like that would just make him feel all warm and fuzzy. He might try and return the favour occasionally, but he’s not the best cook, and it would be something very simple and quick to make.

Saeko:

Saeko is not a morning person. Don’t speak to her before she’s had her morning coffee, otherwise she is very grumpy.

She would have some pretty cute bed-head going on. Like some parts would just be defying gravity, sticking straight up in odd directions. If you pointed this out, she would immediately place a pillow over her hair, grumbling as she glowers at you from underneath the pillow. She is not amused by your teasing.

Saeko would definitely have a full on beauty routine to follow each morning, and would love it if you had one to match. She’d find it so cute if you both had matching fluffy bathrobes and makeup headbands (the ones with the little bow on top), and you would both carry out your morning skincare or makeup routine together. It would almost feel like a little spa morning.

Seonhee:

Seonhee is a busy woman, and would try her best to be up fairly early in the morning, however this would not always be the case.

On days where she is up before you, she would bring you a cup of coffee and probably wake you up to let you know she’s about to leave and get started for the day. She would give you a forehead kiss before leaving.

She’s not a huge cuddler, and tends to prefer a bit of space when sleeping, but on days where she sleeps in late, she would love to just spend the morning tangled under the covers with you, just peacefully chatting about anything and everything.

Probably has the most amazing, sexiest morning voice ever. It would just be so low and husky, and would send a shiver down your spine.

Joon-Gi:

Joon-Gi would be awake well before you. He never sleeps in late, and has probably already done a full beauty regime, showered, and gotten fully dressed by the time you wake up.

He’d just be sat chilling on the bed beside you. Not necessarily watching you sleep, but just patiently waiting for you to wake up. He’d want to be there to greet you, because you are his precious baby.

If you asked him, he would definitely crawl back under the covers to cuddle you. The first few times you ask this, he may feel a tiny bit shy, as it’s something quite new to him, but he likes cuddles, and is more than happy to oblige.

Would tease you if you woke up with bad bed-head or drool on your pillow. He would find it extremely funny, but also adorable. However, if you somehow woke up before him and caught him in a similar, messy state and teased him for it, he would pout and take great offence, heatedly denying it with a light blush dusting his cheeks.

Zhao:

Precious baby without his glasses.

He is a cuddle bug, and would not be happy when you make an attempt to get out of bed. He would just wrap his arms around you and pull you straight back into bed. No escape for you, you’re stuck in bed with him until he says otherwise.

Another one who would tease you for having a case of bed-head or for drooling. Also, if you were snoring during the night, just know he’s gonna bring that up too. He thinks you are just the cutest thing.

If Zhao wakes up feeling particularly horny, just know he’s going to grind that morning wood against your ass. He wouldn’t outright ask you for morning sex, but he is gonna tease and seduce you, until it’s just too much and you’re desperate for him.

He would make the best breakfasts, and would also try to make a variety of things each day, so you’re not starting the day off with the same food constantly.

Tomizawa:

Tomi would be a whiny baby when you attempt to get up out of bed, and leave him on his own. He would just sigh and complain, commenting on how cold the bed is now, and how empty it feels. Stay with him for a while longer please.

He would adore just lying in bed with you, sleeping in as late as possible, the sun peeking through the curtains and casting warm sun puddles on your skin. It would just feel so peaceful and cosy.

He’s not really a morning person, but mornings are definitely easier with you around.

If you woke before him, and decided to wake him up with a blowjob, he would think he’d died and gone to heaven. He’d be putty in your hands, and would be very chirpy and cheerful for the rest of the day.

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Clarity

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader (Oikawa's Younger Sister)

**Wordcount: 1,414 **Note: Based on Clarity by Zedd **Trope: Friends to Lovers (?) **Warning(s): Kinda Long sorry, Y/N is a girl in this but could easily be read as GN as well **Genre: Fluff, A little angst but happy endeing

Nerves hit as you walked through the front gates of Shiratorizawa Academy. This was your dream; this school was one of the best in the region for education. It was also one of the hardest to get into and yet finally all those years of hard work paid off and you were standing in front of your new school. You were scared but excited. You also missed your brother, though you knew you’d see him after school it was weird not going to the same school. You two had gone to the same school since elementary school, he was just a grade above you. He chose to go to Aoba Johsai, he liked the volleyball program, and it was where most kids from our junior high went to high school. It just wasn’t the place for you, you knew you were where you should be.

School was going smoothly, and the first few weeks went by in a flash. You had yet to pick an extracurricular to do after school though and the pressure of picking one was really starting to get to you. You ended up applying for the boys’ volleyball club manager position. You knew they had a great program but hadn’t had a manager in a long time. The spot was hard to get but you figured you’d give it a go, after all you had tons of experience from being at every one of Toru’s games to helping him and Iwaizumi practice. You practically knew everything there was to know about volleyball. A week later you heard back, and you were accepted.

That afternoon you headed to the gym for practice. You walked in to find a bunch of scary tall intimidating boys in there. “Why hello there little girl, who might you be?” a tall red-haired boy asked as he walked toward you to greet you properly. This question had all eyes turn to you. “I’m Oikawa… Oikawa Y/N… I’m the new manager… Nice to meet you all.” You greet them as you bow. The group of boys quickly introduced themselves and practice started. You recognized one of the boys in your year Shirabu. You two shared quite a few classes together. The boy who caught your attention the most though was a tall boy with olive-brown hair and olive-colored eyes. He had introduced himself as Ushijima Wakatoshi a year 2 on the team. You remember your brother mentioning Ushiwaka before. He couldn’t stand him. Was this the same guy your brother hated?

As time passed you became quite close with the whole team. You were closest with Shirabu since you two shared many classes together and often times partnered up for group activities. You really enjoyed being the manager, the only problem was your brother. He was NOT happy when he heard that you joined the volleyball team as manager. “But Y/N whyyyyyy? You could have come to Aoba Johsai and been our manager instead” you brother whined. “Come one Iwa-chan back me up here.” “I mean as long as Y/n-chan is happy, I’m happy for her and will support her, though personally I can’t stand them either.” “Ugh fine. But Y/N promise me one thing?” “Sure Toru, what’s up?” “Do NOT fall in love with the big stupid Ushiwaka. Got it?” You couldn’t help but laugh at your brother and his crazy request. “You never know I may already just be head over heels in love with the brick wall that is Ushiwaka” you sarcastically reply. “So mean Y/N!”

The rest of the school year seemed to fly by in the blink of an eye, though being manager, you didn’t get much of a break. The boys conditioned over breaks which meant you were also there, helping, supporting from the sidelines. The boys liked how thorough you were. You would really put a lot into helping them get better. During these conditioning times you learned Ushijima always stayed late and you always stayed with him, helping where you could. Most of this time was spent in silence but you didn’t mind his company was quite nice. The times you two would talk, it would end up being hours on end talking about anything and everything. These were some of your favorite break memories. Sooner than you’d like it was time to start year two.

Not long into starting your second year Ushijima was announced to have made the All-Japan Youth team. The team took this as a time to go out an celebrate, though you weren’t much of a party person of course you attended. You were outside away from the noise when you felt a presence behind you. A presence you were very familiar with, Ushijima. “Hey Y/N. What are you doing out here?” “Just getting some fresh air the party is just a lot. It’s a bit overwhelming. What about you?” “I also came for some fresh air.”  “Y/n…” You turned to the tall ace who was now mere inches away. “Yes Wakatoshi-kun?” “Thank you…” “What? What did I do?” “I honestly don’t think I would have made the All-Japan Youth team without your help during extra practice.” “You definitely, still would have made it without my help, you’re really talented Ushi. Never doubt that.” “Thanks Y/N” You could practically feel the heat radiating off his body he was so close. It seemed like he wanted to say something else, something more. But of course, Tendo had to interrupt. You both went back inside and enjoyed the party, though you definitely caught him watching you from afar, not that you weren’t doing the same.

Somehow word got to your brother about the party incident, and he blew it way out of proportion. You tried to explain but everything you said made it worse. He was furious and there was no stopping his rage. You assume he exchanged words with Ushijima because suddenly he was completely avoiding you. He would wait for you to leave before working on his extra training and if you refused, he would skip it. He wouldn’t talk to you unless it is necessary for volleyball. You had no idea what your brother said but at this point you were pissed at him for ruining your friendship with Ushijima.

It had been a few weeks and the Semi finals for the Interhigh Preliminaries were upon you. This meant your brother versus your team. Of course, you wanted to cheer for both, but you were so pissed at this point you decided to cheer for neither and just do your manger duties. You could see the tension between the two when they shook hands at the beginning of the game. The game was intense but ultimately Shiratorizawa came out on time and was off to Nationals. You couldn’t help but run over to your brother and friends to comfort them on their loss. Your brother decided to ignore you which just made you madder. You quickly comforted your friends and then went to celebrate with your team. As you walked up to Ushijima he quickly walked away. That was it you had enough. “Ushiwaka!! What is your deal?” you yelled across the gym getting everyone’s attention. You didn’t care if you made a scene this ends now. “Don’t you ignore me Ushiwaka! Was it something I said or did? Was it something my brother said” At that last statement you see a falter in his expression for a second before his face returns to its normal resting position. “It’s nothing Y/N. Stop making a scene.” “You know what Ushijima No I will not stop making a scene I’m tired of being ignored and pushed to the side.” “ Y/n drop it.” You hear your brother yelling at you from across the gym. “ NO you shut up, you don’t get to ruin my friendship and happiness because you’re jealous of his volleyball abilities.” Oikawa was to shocked to reply. “ Ushijima just listen to me, please. I don’t care what my brother said okay. Because you are the piece of me, I wish I didn’t need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don’t know why, but if our love is tragedy. Why are you my remedy and if our love is insanity, why are you my clarity?” “Y/N…” “I know you feel it too. Honestly it’s fucking crazy but I love you Wakatoshi.” The entire gym was silent it felt like an eternity before you heard him utter, “I love you too Y/N.”

[aventurine83]

Lilia Vanrouge x Reader

✿Briar's Secret [PART 1] ✿

Notes: Angst, slight fluff? Fae-human war era, Meleanor's little sister!reader, Chief strategist!reader.

Includes my twst OC Midnight. [Might post him soon]

Shallow sunlight streamed in through the enamoring quartz balcony of the throne room, which, draped in curtains of velvet and obsidian, failed not to pay worthwhile tribute to the dweller of the grey, marbled throne. The crown princess of the fae, her hair as raven as the night sky and eyes emerald as the sea- Meleanor was her name, tapped a clawed finger on the throne impatiently as the General of Briar Valley entered the hall. 

Her younger sister [Y/N], who had eyes in a glistening shade of [e/c] and only a single horn wrested on her head, immediately wasted no time in absorbing the General's features and etching them into the depths of her essence. General Lilia Vanrouge. Her lifelong love. He took off his mask, which had met with many a worn out tear during the intensity of his numerous battles on the front lines, to reveal a set of precious ruby red eyes set under long eyelashes that fluttered open as if to endeavour the commemorative moment that marked the reveal of his beautiful irises. His dark lips were pressed in a thin line, his black hair messy from being on the front lines, yet to her, it was perfect from all angles, with those conspicuous red streaks that only accentuated his beauty further. Behind him, trailed his trusted aide, Baul Zigvolt.

"YOU'RE LATE, LILIA!" Meleanor roared, the echoing thud of her staff sounding in the room as she slammed it against the ground. 

"My apologies, Princess." Lilia bowed courteously, remembering to be formal to the future queen of his nation. [Y/N] found it quite adorable, in all honesty. "There has been quite the miscalculation in our strategy." He glared at [Y/N], who only shrugged in response. Not even she had the ability to bring about prediction on every outcome. "The enemy has surrounded Ibara Castle. We must leave immediately." 

"Leave? Due to those petty humans that squander on our land?" Meleanor scoffed as she crossed one leg over the other. "Never. I thought they were but mere pigs yapping outside. I shall not leave this castle." 

"Quit being stubborn!" Lilia yelled, in his familiar tone. [Y/N] chuckled, remembering those days when she had endeavoured to put Lilia in dresses and play house with him as kids. He'd always raise his voice at her and she'd end up crying. Those were the days. Innocent ones, of fun and play. "We have to leave! We aren't kids anymore! When have I ever been wrong?!" Lilia yelled, his voice hoarse and desperate. 

"Take my sister and my child. And leave." Meleanor commanded. [Y/N]'s eyes widened before a small smirk broke out on her lips. They were really alike, the two sisters. Always so self-sacrificing. Not that she would allow a sacrifice from Meleanor's end. 

"The hell?! No way! All of you are coming with me! Thats you included, Meleanor!" Lilia protested, but Meleanor threw her egg at him. He managed to catch it in just the barest of timescales, a scowl etched on his face as he turned his nose up at her. 

"What the hell are you thinking?! What if the egg broke?!" Lilia clutched the egg tightly, embracing the pitch black covering holding the future prince tightly to his torso. 

"I entrust it to you, Lilia." Meleanor smirked. [Y/N] crossed her arms over her chest. In her mind, there was only one plan as the chief strategist of the royal court. One that certainly did not involve the sacrifice of the future queen of Briar Valley. Rather one that included the sacrifice of a singular, expendable pawn titled the 'second princess of Briar Valley'. 

"Hell no, you don't. Besides, the egg won't hatch without its parents' love! I can't love anyone!" Lilia barked. How untrue his words were, how vile a thought that Lilia was not capable of loving. A mild ache spread in [Y/N]'s heart. 

"You love me, though, don't you? Or was that all a lie when you proposed to me? Besides, you love Raven too. You guys spent more time together than married couples." Meleanor chuckled. [Y/N] forced a smile on her face. She knew Lilia loved her elder sister. She'd never be a choice. All she cared for most was the smile that decorated Lilia's face. So for him, she would . . . 

"THAT WAS WHEN I WAS A KID, 200 YEARS AGO! It doesn't mean anything now!" Lilia shot back. Ah, but how difficult it was for [Y/N] to believe the raven haired General's words when he so clearly preferred the company of her elder sister. [Y/N] felt the leader of the Midnight Solstice, her personal assassin Midnight, tug at her sleeve. His pleading azure eyes bore into hers. He defied none of her orders, yet at this moment, he showed a single sliver of wavering hesitance. She gave a light pat to his short jet black hair before walking towards the General. 

"I am telling you, take [Y/N] and my egg and leave-" Meleanor was interrupted when [Y/N] cleared her throat. Meleanor's brow rose in slight curiosity as she gazed at her little sister. 

"You have it backwards. Big sis Meleanor, you are going with them. And I am staying here with Midnight to defend the castle." She announced with a slight wave of her hands to gesture her intentions. 

"DON'T BE CRAZY! YOU'RE NOT EVEN STRONG, YOU'RE JUST THE GODDAMN STRATEGIST! You're a weakass princess who's never been on the front lines! You're not even half as strong as Meleanor is! No, not even a damn tenth of it!" Lilia scowled harshly at her, his crimson eyes glinting with a raging fury that rivaled the embers of fire. How his words dug daggers into her heart. His comparison of her wretched nature to that of the benevolent and strong image of her elder sister pained her to the core.

"Lilia is right. You can't stay here, [Y/N]. It would be much too dangerous." Meleanor frowned, with a look that only displayed concern for her younger sibling. 

"I am the chief strategist. I have a plan." [Y/N] murmured as she tapped her foot in slight frustration on the ground. 

"Oh yeah?! Most of those damn plans involve a low survival rate for you! Even your new strategy led to the enemies surrounding us! Explain that!" Lilia growled, his fists clenching as he tried hard to suppress his anger. [Y/N]'s heart further shattered, she knew deep down that every soldier's death on the front lines was only the result of her damned strategies. Lilia didn't need to say that out loud for the Sevens' sake. 

"I plan to use my unique magic." She finally revealed. A look of shock crossed the looks of every person present in the room, save for Midnight. 

"You don't have one!" Lilia scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest as he glared at her icily. 

"I do. But it can only be used once. I was saving it for a moment such as the one currently upon us." [Y/N] answered sternly, glaring back at the furious General. "It has power enough to take out every single troop out there." 

"Then I shall permit you to use it. However, we shall remain in the castle." Meleanor offered gently with a smile painted upon her dark lips. 

"No can do. It is too powerful a magic. You must escape or you will face the brunt of it as well. Only someone so capable of defense magic as Midnight could survive it. Hence why I plan on taking him with me." [Y/N] replied, a serious expression on her otherwise laid back face. The one horned princess was serious, which was not something out of the ordinary, yet at the same time, it was excruciatingly new. 

"Then I shall permit it. I trust you to not lie to me. I shall escape with Lilia and the others." Meleanor nodded. Something was off, it was not that difficult to sense, yet the frustrating reality of the situation veiled Meleanor's eyes with a blindfold of hope. 

"You're not telling us something." Lilia snarled. As always, the General was quick to pick up on things out of the mundane, his fists still clenched in an effort to rein in his anger. 

"I will return alive. This, I promise. Please, Lilia. I beg you, trust me." [Y/N] implored as she looked at him pleadingly. Despise was all she felt on lying to her beloved General, yet it was all she could do to convince his stubborn intellect to run away to a place of safety where harm had little to no reach. 

Lilia gazed at her, his crimson eyes scanning her expression for anything he could use against her. He took a moment to think before he finally relented. "And your chance of survival?"

"Guaranteed." Lie after lie exited [Y/N]'s mouth. "I'll regroup with you guys after I'm done with those nuisances outside. I promise. We will meet again." . 

Lilia groaned before tousling his hair with his hand. "Fine. I'll leave it to you, Chief Strategist. Even Meleanor believes you, so I have no reason to doubt you." She knew why Lilia trusted her this much. She'd never once lied to him. 

Her thoughts only raced thus:

Sorry, Lilia.

Please run away.

Please don't look back.

Please don't feel sad.

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Title: Song for Evermore

Pairing: Daeron Targaryen x Baela Targaryen 

Rating: M (a light M; it’s mostly T, except for a few paragraphs of non-explicit sexual content)

Summary: Daeron Targaryen’s hopes and dreams always came back to belonging. It had been so ever since he became a ward of Oldtown at five, at an earlier age than most. He finds a kindred spirit in an unexpected place: Lady Baela, the daughter of his grandfather’s bitter rival, Daemon Targaryen.

Word count: 47,559

Multi-chapter (essentially a one-shot split into six parts)

Status: Complete

Excerpt below:

“You sing to your dragon?”   

“Yes, I — yes.” Daeron thought he was alone, save the dragons and the last vestiges of his song, echoing back to him. She startled him. His eyes took her in, from boots to breeches and studded jack. Lady Baela and her grandmother had arrived too late yesterday eve to be presented to the court; they had met with the queen and her father, the Lord Hand privately before retiring to their allotted chambers. Baela had been shaped as if by a fine hand; spare, too lean, most would say, with the barest hint of womanly curves. Her hair was pulled back in a thick braid, the silver curls even brighter against her rich bronze skin. Her mouth, generous and lush, curved in a faint smile. Her purple eyes, large, doe-like and beguiling, at odds with the intensity of her expression which he saw as she drew nearer curiously; her gaze was as keen as a blade.

He thought she was as surprised to come upon him in the Dragonpit as he was her, though she hid it slightly better. Surprise was too weak a word. Even as he rose, feet firmly underneath him, he felt unsteady, as if he were on the deck of a ship embroiled in a storm. Fitting when she has both Baratheon and Velaryon blood. How his thoughts run from him, even more than usual. He should bow. He had forgotten to, but neither had she curtsied. Likely it was too late now. He had a thought she would laugh if he did, Daemon’s eldest daughter. Of what he had heard of the man, the uncle he’d never met, it seemed likely. She’d laugh for he would seem like a dog slow to remember an old trick. He might like to see her laugh, he thought hazily. Better that than this halfway state, midway between impassive and expressive.

“Is she the only she-dragon you will sing to?”

“You, my lady?” Daeron didn’t recognise his voice, a low husky murmur. He swallowed against a dry mouth. “You wish me to sing to…”

Her eyes were full of laughter as she said, “Moondancer.” Hot blood rushed to his face, though her amusement was not mocking. Her dragon, she meant her dragon. “Although…” her head canted to the side, “I would not say no to a song, Prince Daeron.”

At last he dusted off his wits. “And what of yours? Your voice, I mean.”

"It would make her weep.”

He gave a little laugh. She surprised him and that cleared his head some. No other lady he knew would ever admit such a fault, especially not so blithely. “So bad as that?”

She cast a fond eye over her dragon, green with pearl tipped wings and crouching stiffly as if expecting a fight. “Certes it wouldn’t settle her, see her thus, like—“ she nodded to the blue dragon behind him, lolling upon the floor contently; were she a pup, she may have rolled onto her back, legs all in the air.

“Tessarion,” Daeron offered with a warm smile, patting his dragon’s flank. Despite her blithe mien, Baela’s stance was almost too casual; something had her on edge. Oddly enough he did not think it was him. Just as oddly the same was true in reverse. She could have been any young woman and he any young man, not two scions of a family split in two. “Any particular requests?”

“If I said The Bear and the Maiden Fair…”

“I’d say you want me sent to the Wall for debauching a lady of the blood.”

“As if you were the bear himself to lick honey from my hair.” The silence was charged with something hot, heavy, which made his breathing hitch. Mayhap she felt it too for her voice was soft, a bare whisper. “You’d be singing a song.”

“And after? How do you know what I would or wouldn’t lick?”

Hot embarrassment at speaking such bold words filled him — Mother have mercy, he had only just met her — but then she took one step towards him, then another, and another. Something fiery stirred low in his belly as she looked him over from head to toe, her brow raised. Then her mouth dimpled in a cheeky half-smile. “My grandmother used to warn me away from the singers who’d come to call at High Tide. Seems she was right to.” Singer. Did she think him such? In truth he was a bit of everything. A bit of nothing. He felt like something under her gaze, like he could be something. “Is that a promise?”

“Do you want it to be?”

“It is discourteous to answer a question with another question.” But she was smiling as she said it, a slightly broader smile.

Seven save me, he thought, you’re so lovely, I can barely breathe. Princess Rhaenys was right to warn her away from those singers; one look at her smile and they must have yearned to carry her off over their shoulders, to sail away with her under the cover of night. What he said when he found his tongue was, “You are enjoying this.”

She stepped backwards away from him, and towards her dragon. The dragonkeepers had saddled her while they were talking. Moondancer was still tense; would a flight see her settled as well as a song? “Why we came is a matter of little and less enjoyment.” Baela paused, uncharacteristically grave, then her voice brightened, “So, why not seek it where I may?” She looked at him over her shoulder and winked.

A smile played across Daeron’s mouth. “Is that a promise?”

“Do you want it to be?”

He was laughing as he called to her retreating form. “Tis discourteous to answer a question with another question.”

Her merry backward wave was the only answer he received.

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In every step he takes to follow the healers who lead you to the healer's room, Childe feels a part of himself slipping away bit by bit. With your current situation, he no longer hopes for the future—instead finds himself desperately longing for the past where you were still safe and sound, without arrows piercing your skin.

“Save her. Save her or I’ll behead you all!!”

His voice echoed throughout the room. Dmitri next to him didn't dare to advise him saying it would only make the healers depressed, because he knew Childe's eyes were foggy, full of red; either from rage or your blood, which had also stained his clothes.

It is everyone's fault. It was the knights' fault.

But, more precisely, it was his fault.

If only he protected you better. If only he had listened to you yesterday, then you would have remained safe and sound, without any danger putting you on the edge of your life.

The second the door to the healing room closed, his knees buckled sending him crashing to the floor. Meaningless limp bones. Childe was in utter fear because right now, his mind could do no better than to frighten him about what might happen. Your death.

A cold breath came in through his lips, brushing sharply down the back of his throat. He tries to take a breath but, it never seems like enough—as if you've taken all the air with you and left nothing for him. He would never be able to breathe again.

Dmitri crouched beside him, showing a mixture of pity and worry in his gaze. "Your Highness, you shouldn't be on the floor like this."

The confidant put his arms around him trying to help him up. However, Childe did little more than droop his head low, strands of hair falling down over his face. Gloved fingers clawed at the wooden surface of the door. He was silent in his stifling solitude as he felt his heart grip itself, clogging many arteries in his body.

Is he fated to live longer to see the people he loves one by one die in front of him?

It seems there is a fate worse than death after all.

It was as though earth had become the new home of hell. Taking the form of the news delivered by the healer who came to him to tell him how you were.

“Her Highness' condition isn't very good.”

Childe held his breath, a pulse racing against his neck.

“Even though we managed to pull out the arrow, it contained enough poison to put her into a coma.” He continued, blind to the tension of Childe's body. “I believe I must state that this poison is exactly what harmed the late king.”

Despair had never been this strong before. He took a deep breath before emptying his lungs again and looking at the healer.

"Tell me, how to save her?" he asked, barely audible.

“Although Her Highness' body seems to be handling the poison better than I had predicted, we still need to create an antidote right away. As long as it is inside her body, the only thing it will do is slowly consume her."

“Then what are you waiting for?! LOOK FOR IT!”

Behind him, the sound of Dmitri running in a hurry was heard. The healer who stood in front of him bowed in apology. Once again, the hallway was full of silence.

The doorknob looks cold. That, however, wasn't what caused him to hesitate before turning it; rather, it was his reaction to seeing you behind it. Childe clenched his fists so tightly his knuckles turned white. He carefully extended his hand toward it as if it were an ember that may burn him.

The door opened with a click. He pushed it gently before landing his gaze on the figure lying motionless on the bed.

You.

Childe was so fixated on you that he paid no heed to the healers who excused themselves to leave. He started walking toward you, piece by piece his heart broke with every step he took. Once he reaches right beside you, a part of him drifts away on the edge of the waves.

You are his light. And now that you're not there with him, the growing darkness seeks to engulf him.

Even though it seemed wrong to feel your skin on his after failing to protect you, Childe couldn't stop himself from cupping your hands and bringing them close to his cheeks. He had an urge to stay like this until his body heat passed over you and by some miracle it would wake you up.

“Don't worry,” He thinks he's telling you when in reality, he needs it more for himself. “I'm not going to give up on you. You know that, don't you?"

The air he took in felt like needles piercing his lungs.

"I can't give up on you. I'm not done loving you yet—though, I don't think I'll ever see the day I don't love you anymore. So, don't go. I’ll do everything to bring you back to me, you know that, right?"

Can you hear me? he thought. If not, it's alright. Childe would say this over and over again until his vocal cords gave out. Until his lips can say nothing but your name. Anything for you, he is willing to give everything for you as long as you do one thing: stay with him.

Maxim made his way down the hallway to the conference room. His left hand swung freely, while the right remained stiff beside his body. After hearing that his plan had not worked out as he had hoped, he banged the table with such force that his knuckles burned.

After the guards opened the large door for him, his gaze fell on the ginger-haired man sitting at the center of the large mahogany table. Prince Childe, healthy and safe—all because because you were the one who received the arrow from his men who were ordered to aim at him. A major flaw in his grand plan.

Maxim tried not to heed the bewildered looks of the nobles who conspired with him and took his seat.

"The conference starts." Dmitri signaled the nobles to start speaking.

One of the nobles sitting across from him raised his hand.

“Before I inquire regarding the topic related to the succession, I have a question regarding the rumors I heard.” He took a breath before continuing, “Is it true that something horrible has happened to Her Highness?”

Great, Maxim refrained from sighing. He glanced at Childe who was sitting silently like the previous days. Maxim wasn't sure whether he liked this incident or not; the last time they spoke, Childe talked about how he wanted to destroy you and Liyue. If he came to him and said he was the mastermind behind the arrow that pierced you (even if by accident), would that make him happy?

Dmitri took one last look at Childe before responding doubtfully, "Unfortunately, that's true." His words left the entire room in disbelief.

"How could this happen?"

“Is this Liyue's doing too? If so, then why did they go as far as to harm Her Highness, who is also their daughter?

Behind his tightly closed lips, his molars were grinding together from anger. These people.. can't they just shut up? Maxim felt his body start to shake. He didn't expect his carefully laid out plan to be so easily destroyed just because you sacrificed yourself for Childe's sake.

The poison at the tip of the arrow should have pierced and entered the Prince's body, not yours. Apart from convincing everyone that Liyue was indeed the mastermind behind the attempted assassination on him after the previous king's death, Maxim intends to become his hero by administering the antidote to save Childe—making him owe him his life.

His plan to reconstruct his deal with Childe ends up being put at risk, only because of you. Maybe he should have killed you first when he had the chance.

“Is this the same poison that the late king consumed? If such is the case, Her Highness is unlikely to survive! Your Highness, you'd better find a noblewoman to wed as soon as possible to maintain the royal line—"

"What did you say?"

The noble stopped talking when Childe interrupted. No one spoke or moved as a deadly silence filled the space.

"How dare you." He muttered before directing that sharp gaze at the man who now realized how much he regretted his words. “To speak lightly like that about the royal family… are you tired of living already? Or is it your death wish?”

The jaw of the man who looked like he was about to wet his pants hung like a fish out of the water. “N-no, Your Highness. I just—"

"Boiling water or wolves?"

The question was too short for him to understand. “P-pardon?” he asked.

"I said, do you want to be boiled alive or torn to pieces by wolves?" Childe repeated, horror rising in the nobleman's body.

Now, it was hard for him to hide how his body was trembling and sweating in fear. He immediately slouched from his seat and fell to his knees, pleading in the hope that Childe would forgive him even for the last time in his life.

“Y-Your Highness, please forgive me! I was presumptuous to say such a thing!”

"Tell me, how can you be so sure?" Childe paused. "Or... are you the mastermind behind all this?"

Dangerous brilliance in his blue eyes. He was ready to go to any lengths to drag him into a large cauldron full of hot water, boiled alive like the meat he regularly ate. A torturous and slow way of dying. To feel the organs being cooked while he was still fully aware of his surroundings. Childe was certain he wasn't a sadist but, this was an exception because that man had to know how it burned him when he so lightly said such things about his wife.

A sharp breath was inhaled by the man. "No!! It wasn't me! Your Highness, you must believe me! I couldn't possibly do something like that to Her Highness!” He screamed at the corner of his throat.

However, his efforts only ended in vain. His words were no better than the gibberish his hearing received. The urge to bring him to his death right here and now grew stronger as well. Childe no longer cares about anything but you—making him more dangerous than a ticking time bomb that counts down before it explodes.

On the other hand, Maxim was watching the situation in front of him while breaking out in a cold sweat similar to the noble's earlier. He's relieved that he decided not to inform him that he hired the assassin who shot you.

Why is Childe now behaving in such a manner toward you? He's like an impulsive madman.

Maxim made the decision to take every precaution to conceal the details of the attack.

"You have not answered my question. Boiling water or wolves, hm?”

Childe echoed his 'offer' again, reminding or—more precisely—demanding that he give answer, neither of which could be better.

A click in his lips. “Wasn't I so generous to give you a choice? Why are you acting as if I've just chopped off your tongue?” At the next second, Childe became even more impatient, rising from his seat and making a move that was halted by Dmitri.

"Your Highness, you are not in a good state of mind."

"Move, Dmitri."

Dmitri clenched his jaw. "I will not." He says. "As your confidant, I will do everything in my power to prevent you from making choices you'll come to regret."

Childe's lips pulled out a harsh scoff. “You think I’ll regret killing him?” Maybe his confidant never knew him after all. "You think I'm going to lose sleep after ending the life of a man who spoke ill of my wife?"

"Certainly not. But, would Her Highness want that?”

"I'll ask her after she wakes up." His voice dripped with bitter sarcasm flowing down his own throat.

Dmitri felt his brain about to explode. “Your Highness—”

“Your Highness!”

The new voice was heard after the large wooden door slammed open. Ekaterina's figure hurriedly ran over to the Prince, bowing in a hurry before telling him the meaning of her sudden arrival.

“Forgive me for the interruption. However, yesterday you told me to report everything regarding Her Highness.” Ekaterina said.

Blue eyes shot open. His body tensed up as soon as she finished that one sentence. Childe raced out of the room, abandoning the conference gathering, which was once again empty of consensus.

In times of need, where is God?

Kneeling beside the bed is the most helpless man in the universe. The unconscious woman's hands were clasped by his, but his warmth couldn't reach her icy flesh. It's cruel that time and seasons continue to pass without a care when you live in a clock that keeps ticking towards the end.

“The antidote for the poison 'Silence' produced by the Klirinsk village burned down. I've been trying to find if there's anything left, however, to no avail."

The news was delivered in Ekaterina's voice mixed with disappointment and shame. She lowered her head, not daring to meet any expression Childe would show for her failure. Her ears were ready perhaps he was going to raise the intonation to snap at her.

Surprisingly, he hasn't picked up any furniture and thrown it across the room. Childe was unusually silent, still kneeling beside your bed.

Ekaterina glanced at Dmitri who shared a confused face before continuing even more softly, “I've told them to re-implant it. However, it will take at least three months until it can be harvested.”

Three months..

Childe doesn't want to be pessimistic about you but, he remembered what the healer said yesterday. As long as the poison is still in your body, it will continue to eat you up. Until he miraculously finds an antidote, you can only live for four days at most.

Without him noticing, his shoulders shook from his efforts to keep the sobs at the end of his throat. He links his hands even tighter around yours. Dmitri and Ekaterina didn't expect that but, they thought it was the best decision to excuse themselves from his presence to give him some alone time.

The teak wood door was closed, the dam of his eyes opened to let out every drop of tears that he had been holding for the past few days. Childe brought his lips closer to your hand, landing a chaste kiss on each part.

"Please.." His voice full of hope you will respond.

His lower lashes clumped as big heavy tears streamed down his cheeks. Your eyes are still closed so serenely, oblivious to his heart swelling full of pain. What did he have to give up for you to return to his arms with a laugh that touched every part of his soul? If he cries enough to be valued as a river, will you consider it fitting for him to feel your warmth once more?

A stuttering breath entered his lungs. Oh, how it hurts.

Meanwhile, you're still in the same position, unfazed. It's so unfair because right now, he's trying to pretend as if the agony in his chest isn't getting deeper after his eyes sweep over every part of your pale face. Like a bird that hurt its wings, he can no longer fly. Like a human who has lost air, he can no longer breathe. Yet, a small part of him still holds out hope that you would kiss his sorrow away or at the very least lessen it.

"Please! I'd bend for you! I'd give everything for you! I'd do anything to make you come back to me! So tell me! Tell me what I have to do to make you come back to me! I'm so fucking lost!! Everyone is driving me crazy! I just need you! I just need you safe by my side! I swear I won't ask for more. Just.. Just come back to me!”

A vain love confession. Childe pressed his lips together. For heaven's sake, he'd trade places with you. Forget moving heaven and earth—Childe was willing to dive into the deepest depths of hell just for you.

He once more lands kisses on your skin.

“I'm not going to give up on you, you know that, right? Even if I have to make a deal with the devil, as long as it brings you back to me, I'm willing to do it.”

A crazy man. He began to have delusions that such power existed.

Another kiss. "Don't worry, My Love." He said either to you or himself.

Childe had an urge to keep repeating the same sentences over and over, just in case you could hear one of them. He gently pushed a strand of hair from your forehead. His lips touched the skin of your palm once more before he smiled, a smile that was bittersweet and hopeful at the same moment.

"Therefore, I must go. Will you wait for me? Of course, you will always wait for me, right?” Childe promised this was the last kiss before he stood up and walked towards the door. "I'll come back to you, always.”

Cold had never felt so real until your hand slipped out of his. He stood up, took one glance at you before turning his foot reluctantly. If not for the realization that time was still ticking, he would have taken even more time to stride towards the door.

Seconds after exiting, Childe ordered the knights not to loosen their guard around your room—they lined up in such large numbers that it was quite intimidating for any healer who came in and out to check on you.

Shortly later that same day, Childe disappeared mysteriously.

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"Are you worthy to walk with angels?"

-Bow-

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Isn't that the question.

A little late. Partly because this took a while to finish. And partly because I lost a bit of motivation halfway through. But there was no way I wasn't going to finish this, especially considering the occasion. I originally considered this prompt with the Ink Demon in mind, but by this point I had already done a prompt with the Ink Demon before so I decided to do it with another character. In this case, Alice.

Since BATIM Chapter 3's anniversary was coming up (and it did), I thought doing this prompt as the anniversary drawing would be a good idea, since I didn't have much ideas of ​​what to do for the ocassion.

So getting to the first point: happy (belated) anniversary BATIM Chapter 3! To make it short: Even though it's not my favorite chapter of the game nowadays, I still do enjoy it, and I have fond moments from it since this was my first chapter that I had to follow the development until launch (since I started following Bendy around the time CH2 had released). Even though the middle of the chapter can be a bit slow, so to speak, CH3 still has some really cool moments, and introduced a lot of cool stuff at the same time. So yeah, while it's not my favorite chapter, I still really like Rise and Fall at the end of the day.

And of course,happy (belated) birthday, MAlice Angel! Definitely one of the most interesting characters in the series,for sure. Looking forward to seeing and hearing more from her in the near future! You'll always be famous,queen.

Also happy anniversary to Thomas, Shawn, Grant, Allison, the Butcher Gang, the Swollen Searchers, the Fedora Searcher and the Projectionist too. (And by extension, Joey,for having his first audio log introduced via this chapter.)

For the second point, I guess you can consider this drawing here as my last post for this year's Ink Demonth. I don't think I've ever announced my departure before in past events, but I usually stop doing stuff related to the event after the end of September, so this was to be expected. And it's better than just stopping posting for the event all of a sudden without saying anything. So yeah, a "farewell" might be in order.

I considered doing, in addition to the one above, one more prompt to end my contribution for this year. Maybe I'll do it and post it this month. Maybe around the time of CH5's anniversary? Idk. I have ideas for other things this month, so I don't know if I'll do that. If I do? Consider that post an epilogue in a way. But if not? Then consider this my last contribution to this year's event. Which I don't mind. At least I'll end it on a pretty good note.

Congratulations to everyone else who participated in the event and managed to finish it all. I'm not fitted for this kind of event, but I always try to do as much as I can. See you all next year!

Have a good one folks, and once again happy (belated) anniversary to both Alice and BATIM CH3 overall. And happy start of October too!

Let the spooky season begin.

[soloavengers]

A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE Arisen & Pawn(s) Edition

tagged by: @sangre, @lesbianbreastmilk, @bearlytolerant, @bees-tes-blog <333

the whole gang under the cut…

name: sylvas nicknames: syl (chopper, goblin as a boy) age: 20-21 race: human (quarter elven) gender: cis male orientation: bisexual zodiac: i’m not good at this, skipping sorry </3 moral alignment: chaotic good class/subclass: trained in use of daggers, bow and arrows, swords, regular spears by a professional (his pa). mystic spearhand or a warfarer. background: what he can remember of his childhood is living in a secluded cabin in one of northern vermund’s forest with his father, a former soldier who left town out of grief, for a ranging job. he raised syl to inherit the job and he did, though after his father’s death syl likewise left that life out of grief. he’d act a soldier in melve, for a couple of reasons, only a few were healthy. interests/hobbies: exploring, adventuring, treasure / monster hunting, etc.. languages: the common tongue, and a little elvish. height: 178 colors: shades of green, dark reds & brown. fruits: anything but pineapples. alcoholic beverages: not the biggest fan but neither is he picky. smokes: nope. drugs: no. drivers oxcart license: how hard can it be? ever been arrested: once or twice… (four times.)

name: winterheart nicknames: winnie, winter age: ??? race: half-elf in appearance gender: cis female orientation: lesbian moral alignment: lawful neutral class/subclass: warrior! background: summoned for the first time a long time past by a respected sorceress. she had wished her pawn to get a second chance upon her death. an unknown number of years later she was summoned by sylvas. he reckless, and she over-cautious, both grieving — such they were a perfect match. interests/hobbies: sightseeing, painting, collecting flowers, reading. languages: the common tongue, remembers a little bit of the language of her old world. height: 175 colors: purples. fruits: berries. alcoholic beverages: she acts as if allergic. smokes: nope. drugs: no. drivers oxcart license: she can get one? ever been arrested: never.

name: thorne nicknames: don’t you dare age: ??? race: human gender: cis male orientation: gay moral alignment: neutral good class/subclass: once a warrior, now a fighter, sometimes sorcerer. background: summoned by a tyrannical arisen from a drastically different world full of wars. thorne was replacement for the arisen’s brother, he wasn’t only given the late prince’s appearance, but his duty and status as well. thorne acted more a general than a pawn, conquering lands for his arisen until the dragonsplague his deep buried resentment changed something. a different arisen would summon him an unknown time later. interests/hobbies: keeping things clean and orderly. fighting!! languages: the common tongue, very little of his former world’s language. height: 200 colors: red, silver & gold. fruits: apples. alcoholic beverages: don’t tempt him. smokes: nope. drugs: no. drivers oxcart license: ? he can ride horses, he misses his steed. ever been arrested: no.

name: eidolyn nicknames: lyn age: ??? race: human (quarter elven, inherited features) gender: male, his concept of gender is pretty fluid. orientation: aromantic bisexual moral alignment: lawful good class/subclass: thief, mage. background: no background. though he is both aforementioned pawns, and possibly more (and a part of syl’s big brother) interests/hobbies: cooking! languages: the common tongue. height: 185 (might be wrong shit) colors: blues. fruits: grapes. alcoholic beverages: none. smokes: nope. drugs: no. drivers oxcart license: no…? ever been arrested: and never will

i’m so sleepy now - swear everyone who comes to mind has already been tagged, but please just tag me if you do this too bc i’ll not want to miss it ✋🏼

[zapreportsblog]

↱ innocence and aspiration ↰

➘ summary : spider finds himself having a crush on an older na’vi girl even though she views him as nothing more than a foolish little boy that won’t stop him from trying to win over her heart

➘ spider x reader , avatar the way of water x reader

In the lush and vibrant world of Pandora, where the forests glowed with bioluminescence and the creatures of the land and air danced in harmony, a young Na'vi named Spider found himself grappling with a feeling he couldn't quite understand. At fourteen years old, he was just beginning to navigate the path towards adulthood, and in the midst of his journey, he found his heart inexplicably drawn to someone older and wiser than himself.

Her name was (Y/N), a sixteen-year-old Na'vi woman whose grace and confidence were evident in every step she took. She possessed an air of knowledge and experience that left those around her in awe. Yet, for all her wisdom, she couldn't help but view Spider as a mere boy, full of youthful energy and unbridled enthusiasm.

Spider, with his dirty blonde locs of hair and earnest eyes, watched (Y/N) from afar as she went about her daily routines. He admired the way she moved through the forest, her connection to nature evident in every gesture. But more than that, he was captivated by the way her laughter seemed to fill the air with music and her eyes sparkled with a wisdom beyond her years.

One day, as the sun set behind the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape, Spider found himself walking alongside (Y/N) as they navigated a familiar trail. His heart raced, and he struggled to find the right words to convey his feelings.

"(Y/N)," he began tentatively, his voice carrying a touch of nervousness. "I... I've been thinking."

She glanced at him with a kind smile, her eyes reflecting a warmth that eased his anxiety. "Thinking about what, little one?"

Spider took a deep breath, his determination bolstered by her encouragement. "I know I'm younger than you, but that doesn't mean I can't aspire for something more. I promise, one day, I'm going to win over your heart."

(Y/N)'s laughter was like a melody that danced through the air, and Spider felt his heart skip a beat at the sound. "Oh, Spider. You're a charming dreamer, I'll give you that."

He chuckled, his cheeks warming at her response. "I know it might sound foolish, but I truly believe that I can grow and become someone who can stand by your side."

(Y/N) paused, her gaze softening as she regarded him with a mixture of amusement and fondness. "You have a heart full of determination, Spider. And while I may see you as a little brother now, who knows what the future holds?"

His heart soared at her words, and he felt a rush of hope that he couldn't contain. In that moment, Spider knew that his feelings for (Y/N) were genuine and unwavering. He might be young, but his aspirations were as boundless as the world around him.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the two continued their journey, their footsteps echoing the rhythm of their shared connection to the land. With the promise of tomorrow and the wisdom of ages past, Spider set his sights on a future where his love and determination would lead him to win the heart of the woman who had unknowingly ignited his dreams.

As the days turned into weeks, Spider's determination to win (Y/N)'s heart remained steadfast. He sought opportunities to spend time with her, learning from her wisdom and experience, and cherishing every moment they shared.

One afternoon, the pair found themselves perched atop a rocky ledge, overlooking a breathtaking vista. The sprawling expanse of Pandora's beauty spread out before them, a testament to the harmony between nature and the Na'vi people.

"(Y/N)," Spider began, his tone more confident than before, "I've been practicing my archery lately. Would you like to see?"

(Y/N) turned to him with a curious smile. "Of course, Spider. I'd love to."

With a flourish, Spider retrieved his bow and arrows, positioning himself with an air of determination. He drew the bowstring back, his focus intense as he aimed for a distant target. The arrow sailed through the air with precision, striking the target dead center.

(Y/N)'s applause filled the air, her admiration evident in her eyes. "Impressive, Spider! Your dedication is paying off."

His chest swelled with pride at her praise, and he grinned at her like a child seeking approval. "I've been practicing every day, imagining that one day, I'll be able to protect the ones I care about."

(Y/N) studied him for a moment, her gaze thoughtful. "You have a noble heart, Spider. Your determination is a strength that will serve you well."

Encouraged by her words, Spider took a step closer, his eyes locking with hers. "And what about us, (Y/N)? What if my determination extends to winning your heart?"

(Y/N)'s expression softened, and she sighed, a hint of fond exasperation in her voice. "Spider, you truly are something. Your spirit is infectious, and I admire your enthusiasm. But I see you as a dear friend, someone I care about deeply."

His heart sank slightly at her words, but he refused to let disappointment deter him. "I understand that we're friends, (Y/N). But I'm not giving up. I'll keep learning, growing, and showing you that my feelings are real."

(Y/N)'s laughter rang out once again, a melody that echoed through the surrounding landscape. "I have no doubt that you're serious, Spider. Your persistence is admirable, even if I can't promise you anything more."

Spider smiled, his gaze steady as he met her eyes. "Then I'll continue to dream, (Y/N), and I'll continue to aspire to be someone worthy of your affection."

The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the world around them. As they made their way back to the Na'vi village, Spider's heart felt lighter, his determination stronger than ever.

He knew that winning (Y/N)'s heart might be a lofty goal, but the bond they shared as friends was something he cherished deeply. With each passing day, he was learning that sometimes, the journey itself was as valuable as the destination.

As the stars began to twinkle in the evening sky, Spider walked beside (Y/N), the promise of friendship and dreams yet to be realized guiding his every step.

In the heart of Pandora's lush landscape, Spider's determination remained unwavering. He continued to spend time with (Y/N), sharing laughter, stories, and the beauty of the world around them. While his feelings for her had deepened, he also found himself growing as an individual, guided by the hope that one day he would win her heart.

One day, as the sun dappled through the leaves of the forest, (Y/N) and Spider set out on a journey together, their destination a hidden waterfall known for its tranquility and ethereal beauty. As they walked, their conversation flowed freely, punctuated by laughter and shared moments of wonder.

"(Y/N)," Spider began, his voice carrying a hint of determination, "I've been learning about the sacred plants of our land—their uses and their healing properties. I thought it might be something you'd find interesting."

(Y/N)'s gaze held a mixture of curiosity and appreciation. "You've been busy, Spider. I'm impressed by your dedication."

Spider's smile was genuine as he explained his studies, his passion for the knowledge evident in his words. He had discovered that there was more to his journey than just winning (Y/N)'s heart; it was about becoming someone who could stand alongside her as an equal.

As they reached the waterfall, its gentle cascade of water shimmering in the sunlight, (Y/N) turned to Spider with a smile. "You've truly come a long way, Spider. Your dedication to learning and growing is inspiring."

His cheeks flushed with pride, and he stepped closer to her, his voice earnest. "I've learned so much from you, (Y/N), and I'm grateful for every moment we spend together."

(Y/N)'s gaze held a warmth that seemed to reach into his very soul. "You know, Spider, sometimes the heart's journey is just as important as the destination. I've come to value our friendship deeply."

His heart swelled with a mixture of joy and gratitude. "(Y/N), even if I'm younger and less experienced, I promise to stand by your side as an equal one day."

(Y/N) placed a hand on his shoulder, her touch reassuring. "Spider, your dedication is commendable. But remember, life's journey is unpredictable. What matters is the person you become along the way."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft golden glow over the waterfall, Spider's heart felt light. He had come to realize that while his feelings for (Y/N) were genuine and strong, the journey of self-discovery and growth was just as meaningful.

"(Y/N)," he began, his voice steady, "I'll keep aspiring to be the best version of myself, and one day, I hope you'll see that I'm worthy of your heart."

(Y/N)'s gaze held a mixture of affection and fondness. "Spider, your heart is genuine, and your determination is admirable. No matter where our paths lead, I have no doubt you'll make a mark on the world."

As they walked back to the village, the world around them seemed to radiate with a sense of hope and possibility. While the destination of his heart's desire remained uncertain, Spider had come to understand that the journey itself was a story worth living, a tale of growth, friendship, and the unyielding spirit of aspiration.