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[justmeinadaze]

Hey i love your fanficion i was wondering could u write about female best friend reader masterbating in her bedroom to the thought of eddie and moaning Eddie's name and shit but what she dosent realise is that eddie has just arrived at her house and is now standing at her bedroom doorway watching her eddie and the female best friend reader end up having sex you can add some of your own ideas in their to I don't mindddd

A/N: I worked on this through out the day <3. It's cold here so I got to lay in bed, writing this, dreaming of bffl Eddie lol. I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: Friends to Lovers; Best friend Eddie and Reader :) Lose of virginity. Pretty much everything this lovely person asked for I put in this story. There is a brief mention of Eddie's abuse as a kid in the beginning. Very brief. Word Count: 2694

“Hey Eddie!” Your mom greets the metalhead, leaning in to give him a warm hug. 

“Hey Mrs. Y/L/N. I was in the neighborhood with the boys for rehearsal. Thought I’d drop by. Is she here?”

“Oh, of course. She’s in her room. Go ahead.”, she gestures up the stairs. “I was just about to head out to meet some friends for lunch. It’s always good to see you, honey.” You mom rubs her palm comfortingly on his shoulder as she heads out the front door. 

You and Eddie had known each other for years, since you were kids. When his dad was making life difficult, he always ran to your place. 

You father wipes the blood under 8-year-old Eddie’s nose while you hold his hand.

“I’m going to knock some sense into him.”

“No Mr. Y/L/N! Please. It will just make things worse.”

“Honey, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you need to.” Your mom came out from the kitchen and handed your father a first aid kit.

“Thank you, Ma’am. He just needs to cool off. Everything will be fine.”

That night he slept over on your bedroom floor. You crawled down to lay next to him, both of you on your sides facing each other. Your sad eyes break his tiny heart.

“I’m okay, Princess.” That was the first time he called you that and it made you smile. He had heard it in a movie he had watched with his uncle and couldn’t wait to say it to a pretty girl himself. 

The older you two got the closer you became. Even after he moved in with Wayne and things got slightly better for him, he still spent almost every waking hour with you. You were the only person he ever felt genuinely comfortable with. 

Eddie cringes into himself. “Why are we doing this?”

You giggle up at him. “Because we are about to spend four years of high school with these people. We should get to know them.”

“It’s the Harrington’s though.”

“Eddie! It’s not a keg party like in the movies. It’s a birthday social thing. He’s going to be preoccupied talking to everyone anyway.”

“So, again, I ask why are we doing this?” 

You smile as you pull him towards the door. You didn’t know it then but that event would trigger a change in your relationship with him for years to come. Eddie was glued to your side the entire night and occasionally you felt his hand graze your arm as if he was still checking you were still next to him. 

“Hey! Who wants to play spin the bottle!” Steve Harrington announces to the room. A bunch of girls squeal excitedly as they crowd around him. “Ok, not that I’m complaining but we definitely need more of a mix here.” He points to Eddie. “Dude, come here.”

Eddie’s eyes widen as he shakes his head. You take his hand in yours as you lead him to the group. “Come on. I’ll play with you.” You both sit in the circle as the game begins. He watches your face light up as you laugh along with the other students. 

An unfamiliar feeling ignites in his belly. She looks so beautiful when she smiles. 

“Ok, Y/N. Your turn.” You playfully sigh as you spin the glass Coke bottle on the ground. It circles around quickly before stopping on your best friend sitting next to you. Eddie and you exchange a glance. 

“Well, go on. Kiss the freak.” Jason Carver cackles. You both turn and glare at him. 

“Shut up, Carver.”, Steve defends from across the circle. “No one has to kiss anyone they don’t want to.”

Eddie didn’t understand why at the time but that sentence bothered him as well. It’s not that he didn’t want to kiss you. You were his best friend and he just didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. 

He suddenly felt your soft hands grab his cheeks and pull his lips toward yours. It was a gentle kiss but that feeling that sparked within Eddie, ignited in your stomach as well when his mouth connected with yours. The sound of awes caused him to pull away and a tiny whine escaped at the sudden distance. 

From that moment on, you never really looked at him the same and it didn’t help that as the years passed, he got steadily more attractive. He grew out his hair and started dressing more like the metalheads you both watched on MTV. Eddie’s body had stretched out to where he was now towering above you with his broad shoulders that the leather jacket he always wore framed him well. 

Your heart fell when he spent the night at your house and he casually mentioned losing his virginity. 

“It was really weird at first but then felt really good.” His hands were behind his head as he laid on his back on the air mattress from his spot on the floor. 

“Oh?” You were thankful he couldn’t see your face but prayed he wouldn’t hear the heartbreak in your tone. 

“Yeah…”, he pauses for a moment before he speaks to you again. “Have you, um…?”

You force out a laugh. “Eddie, don’t you think I would have told you if I had?”

“Princess, you need to get out there. You are so beautiful and sweet. You have a lot to offer a guy.”

You smile into the darkness. “I mean, there’s a guy I’ve liked for a while but…it’s complicated.”

Eddie had other partners since then but no relationship ever stuck. You did try going on a few dates but none of them made you feel the way your best friend did. 

He made his way up the steps heading for your room but paused at the top of the stairs when he heard what sounded like moaning. Eddie took cautious steps till he reached your door that was open just a crack. His breathing stuttered slightly at the display in front of him. 

You were sprawled out on your bed in one of his shirts that was baggy on your tiny frame. One of your hands was between your legs, moving under your cotton panties while the other massaged your breast underneath his shirt. Your eyes were squeezed shut as your tongue ran across your bottom lip. 

Absent mindedly her reached down and started palming his groin through his jeans. The sound of your moans was the prettiest sound he had ever heard. 

“Eddie.” 

He froze at the sound of his name. Had he heard you correctly? Or did he just hear what he wanted to hear?

“Eddie, baby, please. Faster.” Your fingers began pumping faster into your core. 

The wood creaks as he leans his forehead against your door frame making you jump and immediately withdraw your hand. 

“No! Wait!” He enters your room, closing the door gently behind him. “Please. Keep going.” Your eyes follow his as he comes to sit at the end of your bed. When you don’t move, he slowly reaches for your ankle, pulling you leg back flat against the mattress. “Please.”, he begs again.

You swallow nervously, sliding your other leg back to its original position. You glide your hand under the waistband of your panties, grazing your clit before pushing your middle finger back into your entrance. 

Eddie groans as his own hand comes back rub against his cock that was now practically begging to be released from its denim prison. 

“Is… is that all you can fit? One finger?” You shake your head, whimpering as you insert your ring finger into your now dripping hole. Eddie moans as he sees the glistening slick between your legs. He hesitantly reaches his hand towards you again. “Is it ok if we take these off?”

You hold your breath as his fingers grab the top of your underwear, nodding your head in his direction. He slides them down your legs and tosses them to the floor. With his palm, he pushes your thigh opening your legs further apart. 

“Fucking hell, Sweetheart.” Without being prompted, you reinsert your fingers into your pussy. “Do you, um,” Eddie licks his lips as his eyes flick up to yours for a moment. “Do you want some help?”

You swallow down a moan as you nod. He reaches out with his thumb, grazing your clit as he firmly rubs circles against it. 

“Eddie.” 

God, if hearing you moan his name like that was the last sound he ever heard, he would still die a happy man. His eyes watch your face as he reaches down with one hand to unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and pull out his cock. He runs his tongue down his palm before he leans back down to stroke himself. 

You feel your mouth water at the sight of him. “Eddie, oh my god.” Your thrust your fingers faster into your pussy. “You’re so big. Fuck. I want to feel you inside of me.”

He mewled as his head fell between your legs, pushing your hand out of the way as his mouth wrapped around nub. You cried out at the unexpected but welcome intrusion. Tangling your hands in his hair, you held onto him as he devoured you. His head and tongue moved quickly as your eyes rolled back. 

“Just like that, Eddie. Please. Oh my god. Yes!”

Both his palms came up to hold your legs open as he felt your body shutter. You moaned his name as you came on his lips and he welcomed the taste of you. 

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and crawled up your body, placing kisses on your forehead down to your cheeks. “Can I kiss you?”

A smile spreads across your face as you open your eyes to look up at him. “I think we’re past the point of you needing to ask.”

Eddie’s lips hover over yours. “I know. I just like hearing you tell me you want something like that from me.”

Your hand comes up to caress his cheek. “Yes, Eddie. You can kiss me.”

As soon as his mouth met yours, you were thrust back to that moment playing spin the bottle. Those butterflies came back into your stomach and when he lifted his head again to look down at you, you knew he felt it to. 

“Make love to me, Eddie.”

He let out a shaky sigh, climbing off of you as he sat upright on the end of your bed. “Have you done that before?” He can’t hide the moan that leaves him when you say no. 

“I’ve never met anyone that made me feel the way you do.”

He chuckles under his breath as his eyes shift to his feet. “I never in a million years that you would want a freak like me.”

You grip his chin and turn his head to face you. “Eddie Munson, you are not a freak.”

You lean your lips to his and he deepens your kisses, reaching his hands up to cup your face. Eddie grabs the bottom of your shirt, lifting it over your head. His eyes scan down your now completely naked form. 

“So gorgeous.”

“What about you?”, you ask as you run your hand over his chest. He rises from your bed, undressing as quickly as he can. “Do you have anything?”

“Uhhhhh…” He circles around his feet looking for the jeans he just tossed aside making you laugh. “Ah!” Eddie tugs on the chain until his wallet comes into view. He pulls out a condom, placing it between his teeth before tossing his stuff back on the ground. 

You lean your chin on his shoulder after he hops back on to the bed, watching him as he tears at the wrapper and slides the rubber over his cock. “Do you want me to…?”

“Oh, no, Princess. Trust me, watching you got me rock hard. I, uh, I want to feel you.”

You chew on your bottom lip as you blush. Eddie smiles at you, gently pushing you back on your pillows as he crawls on top of you. 

“Are you ready?” You nod, circling your arms around him as you cling to his shoulders. His lips trace your jawline, down to your neck. His voice comes out gruff against your ear. “Can you say it?”

You turn your face close to his. “I’m ready for you, Eddie.”

He moaned as he guided himself through your folds and into your entrance. His hips were pumping into you slowing as he pushed his cock in inch by inch. You whimpered as you felt him pull out and then push deeper inside of you. One particular thrust made you groan in pain and Eddie’s head lifted up to look down over your face. 

“Is it too much?”

“No. No, I’m okay. It’s…”, as he hits a spot deep inside you, your eyes close as your mouth opens into an O. “Eddie, don’t stop. It’s starting to feel really good.”

“Baby, you keep moaning my name like that, I’ll do anything you ask me.” He began pumping his hips a little faster. “Can I ask you something?” You nod as your nails scratch down his back. “Hey, look at me.”

You open your eyes as much as you can to meet his. Eddie’s lips hover over yours as he whispers, “Is this what you thought about when you were touching yourself? Me fucking you deep like this? Tell me, Princess. I want to make all of your fantasies come true.”

An almost obscene moan echoes from your throat as your pussy tightens around him at his words. His eyes fall shut as his forehead meets your own. “What did you say before I interrupted you? Harder?” His pace slowed as he thrust into you, his hips smacking against yours. 

“Eddie!”

“That’s it, Sweetheart. Say my name like that as you cum. Please. It sounds so fucking sexy coming out of your mouth. It drives me crazy.”

His head dropped into your neck as you clung to him, trying to get him as close to your body as you could. The coil in your stomach snapped and you shouted out his name as you came around him. His rhythm picked up pace again as your body trembled underneath him. You continued to whisper his name into his ear as he grunted against you. 

You felt his hips sputter and after a few more lazy thrusts he came into the condom. Eddie gently pulled out of you, removing the protection, and throwing it into the trash by your bed. He fell to your side, his nose pressed against your face. His arm wrapped around your chest as the pad of his thumb caressed your other cheek. 

“Are you okay?”

You roll on your side to face him, slinging your arm over him. “Yeah. That was…amazing.” He flashed you a soft smile as his thumb came down to graze your lips. “Was I good? I mean…I know you’re more experienced than I am.”

Eddie’s eyebrows knitted together like when he was doing Math homework. “First of all, I’ve only been with like two girls. I wouldn’t say that’s ‘experienced’. You make it sound like I’m Gene Simmons or something.” Your laugh makes his own smile grow. “Secondly, I’ve never experienced anything like that. This was different. You’re different. There’s a reason you’re my best friend.”

You lean over and kiss his lips, giggling as he pulls you on top of him. You glance over at the clock on your bedside table. “Oh shit. My parents will be home soon. They love you but my dad will kill you if he sees us like this.” Eddie chuckles as you roll off of him, reaching on the floor to get his clothes. 

“Hey, um, I guess we’re kind of doing this backwards but do you want to come grab a bite to eat with me?”

“Eddie, are you asking me out on a date?”

He grins as he leans over and places a peck on your forehead. “Something I should have done a long time ago.”

[ashwhowrites]

Hey i love your fanficion i was wondering could u write about male best friend reader jerking off in his bedroom to the thought of eddie and moaning Eddie's name and shit but what he dosent realise is that eddie has just arrived at his house and is now standing at his bedroom doorway watching him eddie and the male best friend reader end up having sex you can add some of your own ideas in their to I don't mindddd☺️

Oh definitely!

I have never written a male character in a sexual manner before so I will try my best :)

Y/N has been horny all day, he felt like his cock has been pulsing since he saw Eddie in gym class. God must have been out for him by making them run endless laps. The sight of Eddie sweating, hair thrown in a bun. A muscle tank top and small gym shorts. Hearing him panting and trying to catch his breath had Y/N hard in seconds.

He had slight relief knowing that gym was the last class of the day. Skipping the shower all together, he raced home.

Now he's in his bed, laying on his bed rutting his hips against his pillow. His arms burning as he held himself up, thrusting fast into his pillow. Feeling the silk of his pillows rubbing against his hard cock in the best way possible.

"that's it Eddie. Keep fucking me." He moaned. Eyes closed as he imagined Eddie behind him, hands on his back forcing his ass onto Eddie's dick. Feeling Eddie's hard cock filling him up to the brim. Showing no mercy as he pounded into him. Nails scraping down his back, he could imagine hissing at the sting. Moving his cock faster against his pillow.

"Ruin me with that fat cock." He whined. Leaning on his elbows. Still pushing himself against his pillow. Watch his precum stain the silk underneath.

"EDDIE FUCK" he screamed, now flipping over, fisting his cock. Pumping his precum all over, making his cock wet. He sat up against his headboard. Spitting directly into his red cock. "that's right Eddie. Make this cock wet with your spit so it slips right in you " he moaned to himself. Using his spit to lube his cock. His cock easily slipping through his hand. Gripping hard and bucking his hips fast. One hand stayed on his cock and the other massaged his balls.

"you like my balls Eddie? Huh? Wanna suck on em?" He moaned. Giving small tugs to the skin.

~~

Eddie knew he shouldn't be watching his best friend jacking off but he couldn't look away.

It wasn't like he showed up unannounced. Y/N knew he was coming over. He screamed his name as he walked up the stairs.

He was going to open the door but stopped when he heard Y/N moaning his name. Curiosity got the best of him so he opened the door just a crack.

The sight of his best friend's ass clenching as he rubbed himself against the pillow was a sight Eddie secretly thought about. He felt his own cock growing hard seeing his best friend masterbate and moaning his name.

He could feel his cock leak when Y/N moaned about Eddie fucking him.

Eddie couldn't deny that he thought about the same thing. He jacked off many times in the shower to the thought of thrusting his cock into his best friend's asshole. He lost count of how many times he came with Y/N on his lips.

But when Y/N turned over and Eddie could see his cock, all wet and hard, he just couldn't take it.

He palmed himself over his jeans and whined.

Getting all the courage he could, he opened the door widely. Watching as Y/N jumped and threw a blanket over his naked body. Fear in his eyes.

"Eddie? Shit." He said covering his body up even more. Eddie walked over to his bed, slipping off his shirt.

Y/N eyes followed his movements. Mouth watering at the exposed pale skin, dark ink that lingered and his happy trail that disappeared into his jeans.

"you think of me when you touch yourself?" Eddie smirked, kneeling on the bed. Not touching him quite yet. Eddie wanted to watch him squirm.

"I'm sorry. I know it's wrong and I shouldn't since you're my best friend a-" but Eddie cut him off, placing a finger to his lips.

Y/N gulped as he watched Eddie grab the blanket Y/N was covering his body with. Yanking it off in one movement. Y/N hard cock bouncing up in between them.

Eddie looked down at the cock that was in between them. Whining at the thickness and length.

"I do it too." Eddie admitted, his hand gripping around Y/N's cock slowly. Giving small pumps watching as his eyes rolled into the back of his head.

"you do?" Y/N choked out. The feeling of Eddie's cold rings making him feel amazing.

"all the time. I think of fucking you so deep and hard. Cumming all over that pretty ass. Hearing you scream for me."

Y/N moaned louder at Eddie's filthy words and how Eddie's hand began to pump him faster.

Leaning his body fully back against his bed. Eddie pulled his hand away and discarded the rest of his clothes. His own cock bouncing and smacking against his stomach.

"Jesus Eddie." Y/N moaned at the sight. Eddie was fucking thick, not incredibly long but thick.

Eddie straddled Y/N's lap and placed his cock right on top of Y/N's.

Wrapping his hand around both their cocks and pumping them together.

Both moaning at the feeling of their cocks rubbing together.

"how long have you wanted to fuck me?" Eddie moaned out, pumping their cocks as fast as he could.

"fuck, since junior year." Y/N whined, watching Eddie's and his cock rubbing against each other. It was so fucking sinful and hot.

"how about you?" He gasped out as Eddie spit on their cocks.

"the second you joined hellfire pretty boy." Eddie smirked.

"Eddie I'm so fucking close." Y/N moaned. His hands moving their way up Eddie's bodies and pinching his nipples.

Eddie let out a loud whine, causing Y/N to smirk and twist his nipples harder.

Eddie still pumping their cocks, began to move his hips. Feeling his balls moving against Y/N's stomach.

"fuck me too." He moaned. The feeling of Y/N pinching his nipples had him ready to bust in seconds.

"cum with me." Y/N whined looking into Eddie's hoodies eyes

Eddie nodded and pumped faster.

"in three, two, and one." Eddie moaned.

Both of their cocks busting with hot sticky cum. Their cum making a puddle, mixed together on Y/N stomach.

Both chasing their highs, feeling their cocks grow sensitive as Eddie's cold rings glided against the skin.

Eddie pulled his cock away softly. Dipping his finger into their puddle of cum, licking it off of his finger and moaning at the taste.

Y/N watched with hooded eyes. The sight of Eddie Munson licking their cum off of his finger, his chest glistened in sweat and nipples hard and red, was something Y/N would definitely be jacking off to in the future.

[whoahoney]

Hey i love your fanficion i was wondering could u write about female best friend reader masterbating in her bedroom to the thought of eddie and moaning Eddie's name and shit but what she dosent realise is that eddie has just arrived at her house and is now standing at her bedroom doorway watching her eddie and the female best friend reader end up having sex you can add some of your own ideas in their to I don't mindddd

Eddie Munson x Best friend!Reader

Content Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI fem/AFAB!reader, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it!), f masturbation, nipple play, use of sex toy, mature language, best friends to lovers

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Y/n couldn’t take it anymore.

Eddie Munson was so unbearably sexy it hurt. And it didn’t help he was her best friend.

The pairing was still relatively new, meeting in the last year since she moved to the trailer park in Hawkins. She had been intrigued from the moment she laid eyes on him, his look being a dead giveaway they’d either get along perfectly or he’d be a problem.

Both were proven to be true.

Eddie had caught her smoking a joint in the woods behind the trailer park, instantly deciding he liked her and needed to know her.

Y/n had been starstruck from the moment he opened his mouth, the boy already being pretty enough to stun her without listening to the charisma he spewed so easily. Since then, they’d been almost inseparable.

Y/n tried to shove her feelings for the boy down, worried she would lose her only close friend in this new place, but for whatever reason, her and Eddie couldn’t keep their hands to themselves.

At first he hadn’t even realized it. If he was walking behind her, his hands would rest low on her hips. If he was sitting next to her, he’d reach over to squeeze her knee or rest his hand there, other times he’d sling an arm around her shoulders or waist, the weight of it feeling ten times heavier and hotter than it should. When he’d share joints with her, he started holding it for her instead of passing it.

After weeks of getting used to his affection, she started playing into it, hoping to encourage his advances. There were plenty of times she’d run her fingers through his curls, pushing them behind his ear or finding little things about his outfits to touch, be it the edge of his lapel, a pin, a button, a graphic to trace, she was always finding something to touch.

And he loved it.

Soon he began holding her hand, touching the inside of her thigh and pulling her leg to lay over his. She’d started pulling him by his belt loops when she insisted they be where everyone else wasn’t, hoping to get him somewhere secluded and have him all to herself to banter with until her panties were soaked.

The first time they snuck off from a Harrington party to smoke, he pulled her into his lap to share a joint, her ass resting against his half hard cock. Eddie worried if she moved too much he’d get hard enough for her to notice, but part of him didn’t care.

She definitely noticed and squirmed in little circles against him, looking back at him when he grunted softly. “You okay?” She asked as if she had no idea what she was doing.

Eddie’s glazed eyes read confusion at first, her subtle grinding against his cock mind-melting and delicious enough to make him nod earnestly. He found his hands on her hips during her turn with the joint, her hips switching direction as she got more daring with her movements and Eddie’s hands encouraged her to keep going, back and forth, back and forth.

Eddie was just about to ask her to turn around had Robin and Jonathon not opened the slider door, their movements screeching to a halt.

Today, he put his hand around her throat. It wasn’t anything crazy—it was all in good fun. They had been joking about the snake-like vines he was filling a forest with in a campaign, giving a theatrical run down in the back of his van over a joint.

“They won’t be moving at first, right? Just super thick when they enter, hanging like vines, but then they hear the hissing next to their ears as they pass through the swaying trees...” He scooted closer to her and took a generous hit off the joint. “Sssss…” he hissed softly, blowing the smoke across her ear and neck, hoping it’d send shivers through her.

She chuckled and swatted him away before grabbing at the joint in his hand. He jerked it away quickly, but not before she could latch her fingers around his wrist and tug him back to her. The boy had been caught off guard, mumbling an “Oh shit!” when he toppled over her lap as she brought his hand to her lips.

He refused to let go through her deep inhale and laughed quietly as she blew the smoke in his face. “And then, unexpectedly, they reach down and choke their victims!” He growled, using his other hand to squeeze around her neck, his palm covering her throat—“Mmm…”

She wished she laughed. But instead she moaned. It was quiet enough to be written off as involuntary, but loud enough to startle Eddie with his eyes bugged out in awe.

Her cheeks grew pink as he stuttered out an apology. She chuckled nervously and brushed it off like she was just surprised, but the reality was Y/n liked it. And Eddie knew that.

After another moment of awkwardness, Y/n picked up her bag and made a lame excuse about homework as she stumbled out of the van and shut the door behind her, leaving Eddie a hot and confused mess inside.

Y/n slammed the front door shut, dropping her bag carelessly by the door before running to her room with only one thing on her mind. The ache between her legs had begun pulsating, the ghost of his hand lingering over her neck, the spots his rings touched on her skin left buzzing.

She rummaged through her underwear drawer for the vibrating bullet she had just put new batteries in. Her core throbbed with anticipation.

Eddie sat outside in his van still mind-fucked at what just took place. He’d been struggling with his feelings for months, wishing for the courage to tell her how he felt. Lately they’d been messing around to put it lightly, their small and risqué touches never being too much. But today he must’ve gone too far.

Maybe she didn’t like it, maybe she was freaked out. Maybe she liked it and was freaked out that she did?

He sighed and pushed his door open, determined to go to her door and talk to her. Without thinking, he walked inside, expecting her to be seated on the couch with the tv on; the contents of her backpack scattered across the coffee table as usual, but she wasn’t there. Her bag sat abandoned on the floor, further confusing him.

He walked to her room, seeing from the living room her door was ajar. Before he could say her name, he heard his. He froze midway down the hall, the sound of his name coming from her lips sounding different than it ever has before.

“Oh, fuck!” She whimpered. He gasped, taking a step forward and then two back, knowing he shouldn’t be here. “Ugh, Eddie—fuck me!” She mewled.

His heart hammered in his chest. She wanted him. She wanted him like he wanted her, and she was fucking herself to the thought of him like he had so many times before.

She sat sprawled on her bed, her bottom half naked and her shirt pulled up under her tits. Her eyes were screwed closed, her head thrown back against her pillows as she rubbed circles around her clit with the bullet, her hand clasped around her own neck the way his hand had been not even ten minutes ago. Eddie pushed the door open a bit more, awe lacing his eyes at how desperate she looked.

She still hadn’t noticed him, going to town herself as he watched. He hadn’t stepped into the room yet, his palm going over his cock. She whined and writhed against her hand, turning her head in his direction and panting mercilessly as she opened her eyes, spotting him as the waves of her first orgasm rolled over her, the pleasure too good for her to care he was here now.

“Edd—ieee—ungh!”

“—don’t stop!” He shook his head urgently.

Her eyes were glazed over as confusion crossed her face, though she didn’t stop. His eyes widened when he noticed. “Don’t?” She asked, resuming her circles and fighting back against the urge to writhe.

He swallowed hard and nodded. “Yeah, sweetheart, don’t—don’t stop,” he shook his head, his eyes glued to her glistening core, “I-I thought—fuck—came in to apologize, but, uh, now I know.” He chuckled and licked his lip, tilting his head to get a better looked at her dripping and puffy pussy lips.

“I thought you knew I came in,” he half lied. “—heard you say my name but—“ he met her eye and reached out daringly to run his finger from the skin of her knee to her hip, sending her back arching and pulling a whine from her lips. “—guess you were just thinking about my hand around your throat.” He teased as he stepped closer to the head of her bed, leaning over her and placing his hand around her neck.

She moaned clearly this time as he squeezed. “I had no idea my best friend liked it dirty.” He commented. “Can I touch you?” He purred close to her ear and stroked her hair that laid fanned out across her pillow.

She nodded eagerly and removed the bullet, turning it off and sitting up. He smiled wolfishly as he shrugged off his jacket and toed off his shoes. “You have no idea—how long I’ve waited to show you—to make you feel good.” He panted through his tasks before he could jump into bed with her.

Her heart thudded in her throat as he settled next to her, wondering if this would ruin everything and if she even cared. Eddie kept his smile, staring at her with excitement and wonder. She smiled back at him for the first time since he entered her home this evening, leaning forward and laying her head on his should first. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his lap with ease.

“C’mere, sweet thing. You don’t have to be embarrassed— that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He confessed, stroking her back and bare legs stretched across his lap. She peeked up at him.

“Really? Me?” She asked in a small voice. He nodded insistently.

“You say that like you’re surprised, babe, c’mon, I’m crazy about you.” He said quietly, almost painfully.

Y/n cocked her head as his hand found her thigh again rubbing soft and sultry circles right under the hem of her big shirt. Now that she thought about it, she realized Eddie had been the only boy in Hellfire that didn’t talk about girls, and all the times the younger boys made a remark about Eddie turning into ‘Teddy’ but not with any explanation.

Before she could speak she found herself leaning into his lips, feeling his sigh leave him as they connected. Their hands desperately grabbed at each other’s faces first, and then trailed down to bravely explore each other’s bodies as she shifted to straddle him.

He ran both palms down her chest and squeezed the swell of her tits generously as his mouth worked with hers. Her lips were sweet with the mint chapstick she wore, her tongue coming out to play. He groaned against her as she ground her bare pussy against his lap.

He didn’t hold back the sounds she conjured from him, wanting her to know exactly how desperate he felt for her. Her soft skin in his hands might as well been narcotics it was so addicting. “Mmm—touch me, Eddie.” She whined, pulling away from him to pull off her shirt, leaving herself naked for him.

He sighed deeply, pulling a groan out at the end as he squeezed and pulled at her flesh. He started with her ass and then her hips, and of course stopping at her tits. “You are.. spectacular? Ethereal? Mind-fucking? Ravish—“ She cut off his breathless babbling with a hot kiss, pulling his hands to her chest and squeezing them firmly.

It was all tongues and teeth from then on, chasing that fervent feeling that they only desired from each other. Every touch made the fire grow.

“—wanna see you, Teddy.” She mumbled against his skin on her way to mark up his neck, sliding her hands under his shirt and up his chest.

“T-Teddy..” he chuckled breathlessly as she began her warm and sloppy kisses there. She cooed and nodded against him, his hand coming up to cradle her head and the other wrapping around her waist and holding her close. “Never thought I’d hear that from you—figured it out, huh?”

“Cause you’re all soft for me?” She chuckled before biting down and sucking the skin into her mouth, much to his delight.

“Ah—fuck, yeah. Yeah, baby, just for you.” He rutted his cock up against her a couple times, pulling a gasp from her.

She released the skin with a pop, pulling back to lift his shirt off his body, which he obliged. She sighed dreamily and bit her lip at the sight of his bare chest. She’d known he had more tattoos but hadn’t seen them all.

Today all of her wishes were coming true.

“You’re so pretty, Eddie.” She said with a pout tugging at her lips, longing lacing her words. The boy looked like she’d slapped him.

“Me?” He gaped.

She cocked her head and nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer to him, her tits on his chest making him gasp softly. “Of course you are, look at you.” She scanned her eyes down his torso lovingly before cupping cheek and bringing him in for another kiss.

He whined, grabbing her hips and rubbing her against him a few more times before pushing her away to the other side of the bed. He pushed his pants off his legs, though kept his boxer briefs on. He rubbed his hard member as he looked over at her without shame. He sighed carefully and bit his lip in thought as his gaze rested on her chest.

“Come here.” Is all he said as he sat up against the wall.

She threw her leg back over him but he stopped her. “Uh-uh, not yet, other way, babe.” He said with mischief in his eye.

Y/n didn’t argue and turned around, letting him situate her between his legs. “Wanna make sure you’re nice and ready for me, yeah?” He asked as he rolled his hips against her tailbone and trailed his hand down her thigh and to her hot center.

When his rough fingers met her heat he chuckled, resting his chin on her shoulder to look down at his hand in her pussy. “Oh, yeah, you’re still all nice and slick for me.” He said quietly, starting to use his first two fingers to stroked both sides of her slit, teasing at her entrance to gather her wetness and spread more just to hear the sound of it in the quiet room.

All there was was breath and wetness, the sound almost amplified. Finally he plunged his fingers in, curling them just right as he worked them in and out, his palm rubbing her clit and the heel of his hand pressing down on her mound. “What a sweet little pussy you been keeping from me, god damn, Y/n.” He huffed in her ear as he withdrew and sucked his fingers clean. “You taste so good..” he whispered, his hot breath fanning her cheek and neck as he plunged his fingers back inside.

“Eddie, oh my god.” She whined, leaning her head back on his shoulder as her breathing deepened and his other hand came up to fondle her breast.

“—You want my dick?” He asked his chest heaving against her back, perspiration forming between them. She nodded vehemently before he took his hand away and laid her back.

“Let me take care of you, yeah?” He asked climbing on top of her. She nodded again breathlessly, catching his hand that caressed her face in her own. She turned her head and kissed his palm before he leaned down and took her lips in a still and chaste kiss.

The flames grew with each wave of the fan, each touch sending the other into all consuming madness. She pulled down his boxers in the midst of their passionate kiss and stroked his throbbing cock quickly. His mouth opened as he groaned and fucked her hand. He looked down, memorizing the picture below him.

Watching her watch his cock thrust through her grip right above her naked body. He shuddered, leaning down to kiss her neck and cage her body in with his forearms on the mattress. He trailed his kisses down to her chest, not hesitating to take her nipple into his mouth and swirl his tongue around it. She cried out for him, her grip on his member tightening and her legs wrapping around his body to keep him close.

“C-Can I fuck you, sweetheart?” He panted, meeting her eye. “—Yes! Please Eddie, gimme all of you...” She whined, pulling him to her entrance and nudging herself with it. He moaned against her.

“Ohh—wait, protection? What do you wanna do?” He asked. “—Gotta condom in my wallet.”

“I’m on the pill, if you’re cool with that?” She asked in a rasp.

Eddie groaned and dove back down to her chest, burying his face in her tits and beginning slow kisses as his hands to push them together and his thumbs rubbed gently circles around her nipples, his member rutting between her folds and sending sparks through her.

“hhhhuhhh!” She mewled as her eyes closed, holding the back of Eddie’s neck gently to keep him cemented in the spot he occupied. It would take a swat team to get him away from her at this point; he was latched on.

He took her by surprise when he reached down and nudged the tip of his cock down slightly, shoving himself inside. A ripping groan shot through the both of them as they began writhing and thrusting against one another animalisticly.

“Ugh, yes, yes, yes—“ she whispered, almost completely limp against her pillows.

“I wanna fuck the thoughts out of your pretty little head…s’that okay?” He asked as he snapped his hips against her harshly. All she could do is nod as her body lurched with each thrust he sent through her. He pushed her legs back changing the angle slightly and making her call out obscenely.

The more he drilled into her the more her face screwed up, as he sat and watched in awe. “Can you talk to me, baby?” He asked.

She sighed deeply and swallowed “ ‘m trying so hard not to cum...” She blinked her eyes open to peek at him, but the sight of him dragging his hips in and out of her with his hair hanging down in front of him was too much. She moaned and shut her eyes again. He chuckled, speeding up his thrusts.

“We can do this as many times as you want, I swear.” He strained, leaning his weight on one arm as he hooked one of her legs around his hip. Y/n sighed into his kiss as she nodded, her hips jerking up to meet his and feeling his mound nudge her clit the way she needed.

“Gonna cum for me? Yeah? C’mon, baby, be my little slut—been waiting to watch you cum on my cock,” he muttered between them as he stuck his fingers into her folds to fondled the bud at the top of her slit.

“Eddie! Eddie, yes, yes, yes, fuck me, wanna cum, wan—ungh—want you to cum.” She whimpered, her eyes falling closed in the midst of passion.

Eddie rasped put her name one more time before filling her pussy with his cum. He didn’t stop fucking her through his orgasm, not until he could feel her silky walls squeezing and fluttering around him. Ungodly sounds fell from her mouth that belonged in a dirty movie, but it was all just for Eddie.

He squeezed the flesh of her ass and hips as she bucked wildly against him, her tummy and core humming like she was plummeting one hundred feet from the sky as her cunt gushed around him, “Holy fucking shit!” He cried as she came to a still, her chest heaving underneath him.

She opened her eyes to see Eddie above her, breathless and in awe. He cracked a smile at her hazy state, still coming down from the peak of pleasure he brought her to. She smiled shyly at him and giggled, feeling shy now.

“So, we should do that more often…” Eddie said, breaking the short silence while still inside of her. She laid her head back on her pillow and felt his hands still gripping her side and thigh, letting out an incredulous cackle before nodding.

Her hands found his bare shoulders, stroking them up and down before leaning up for one more kiss.

“I really liked that… with you.” She bit her lip.

“Is that your way of saying you got the hots for me, L/n?” He scrunched his brows together to feign suspicion and broke into a smile when she rolled her eyes. He pulled her into him and littered her face with kisses and reveled in her laughter and nakedness.

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Nobody Like You (Part 12)

A Powers!AU series Genre(s): Fantasy, Adventure, Mystery Pairing: Lay x Reader ft. EXO ensemble Word Count: 2.4k

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Monday again.

It was sunny the whole week. Suho sent you useless little texts every day, just a simple “X” that you knew meant another day had passed without Lay coming home. You wore the ring all the time, but no new memories came to you. It was still the same broken ring.

Other strange things were happening, too. You kept... seeing things. You never could quite catch what it was, a quick flicker in the corner of your eye that was gone when you looked it straight on.

You stirred under your sheets, frowning. Sunny?

A queerness fell over you, like the day was not quite right. There was a sore on your tongue that you're pretty sure hadn't been there yesterday, a little bump that you could feel as you ate breakfast and any time you ran your tongue along your teeth.  

That sense of oddness followed you throughout the day. You kept scratching between your shoulder blades; an itch had permanently settled there, the sensation uncomfortably like being watched. It was only in the long hours of the afternoon that you finally saw it. That flicker of motion. Every part of you froze, a still image of Recognition. You'd been making quick strides through the press of people on their way home when that familiar shadow jumped out at you. Your breath caught.

The lean figure, the tilt of the head, arms outstretched...

“Lay,” you whispered, an invocation.

You could already feel the warmth of his embrace, the way he'd wrap you up and say “did you miss me?” with that infuriating smile in his voice, knowing full well that you'd missed him terribly. Tears pricked your eyes as you tripped closer to the shadow of him, hardly daring to believe. So it crushed you when you tracked the shadow not to him, but to a lamppost.

Your breath hitched in your throat, clinging stubbornly to the precious moment before it had been expelled from the safety of your lungs into this unknown. You wished you could return, too. Some days, all the way to the beginning, before things got so confusing. Your breath wavered there along with you, uncertain of what to do next.

It was in the midst of this that the most curious thing happened. The shadow stretched out one long foot until it nudged your own shadow, and detached itself from the light post. You stared, watching as it gave your shadow-self a hug. It seemed to look at you, the real you, and tapped its nose before it stretched another foot out and bounded to another shadow.

Startled out of your misery, you gave chase to it through the press of people heading home. The shadow made long, leaping strides, always having to anchor itself against an object. But stuck in the crowd, you soon got hopelessly turned around. The evening drew on, shadows lengthening until they all became the singular darkness that was night.

You'd lost him.

**

That night was long and lonely.

**

“Thank goodness,” you'd breathed. You hadn't dared hope, but it seemed as if luck was on your side. The shadow was waiting for you at the same place right as you got out of work. The same time you'd seen it yesterday. You bent down, determined to get to business before it could shake you off again. Seeing how all these inexplicable things kept happening to you, you'd just have to take it in stride and make them work for you for change, wouldn't you?

“Can you take me to where Lay is?”

It paused as if to consider your words, then jumped to another shadow, beckoning. A smile stole across your face. Maybe embracing the crazy was the way to go after all.

And just like yesterday, you were led into a wild goose chase through the city. Ten thousand steps, twelve thousand steps, more. By the time night fell, you had found yourself outside of a Chinese restaurant a few blocks away from your apartment complex. The smell of roast duck spilled temptingly through the door, the ferocity of your awakened hunger suddenly calling to mind the time.

You'd lost his shadow some time ago, but you felt reinvigorated. Things seemed to be going your way for once—you had a purpose and direction again. Not to mention that an idea had struck somewhere in the restless churn of your feet hitting pavement.

After a hastily scarfed down dinner, you headed to the nearest hardware store. Luckily, they had what you were looking for, and you walked out with your purchase, uncaring if they saw you swipe a few more color samples on your way out.

**

The next time you saw Lay's shadow, you stopped it with a well-timed “hold on,” unsure if it could even hear you. It stayed there curiously, watching as you took out the piece of chalk you had been carrying since yesterday. You squatted on the sidewalk as close to the building as you could get to avoid attention and furtively scribbled something before stuffing the chalk back into your bag.

“Okay. Can you, uh, try to grab that?” you asked awkwardly, pantomiming the motion.

Dark fingers wrapped uncertainly around the pencil you had drawn and it suddenly jerked. Shadow Lay jumped, as surprised as you were to find this worked. The chalk pencil drawing had left a jagged little line like a heartbeat.

“Yes!” you whooped. Thoughts of what you could do with this clamored through your head. “Okay, okay. Try writing. Can you tell me where Lay is? Where you are?”

But instead of writing anything, the shadow stretched away, attaching itself to another shadow.

“Hey, wait!”

You took off running after the errant shadow, following the herky-jerky line it left. You barreled through crosswalks, blazing a trail through the city. Every now and again, you heard a gasp ahead of you and knew that someone had finally caught sight of what you'd been seeing this whole time. A victorious grin painted itself over your mouth.

You chased Shadow Lay through the city past sundown and finally came to the end of the trail. It stopped abruptly a few steps outside your building, the pencil frozen. You sighed. Your shadow had probably dissolved again into the night. At least you wouldn't have to go very far to pick up the trail tomorrow.  

The elevator ride up to your apartment was just long enough for you to decide you'd order tangsuyuk for dinner. The doors opened up and you turned the corner and immediately ran into someone.

“Sorry,” you said stumbling back. And then..

“Kyungsoo?”

He froze, bug-eyed.

“You live here, too?”

“D.O! Come back here you little shit!” A voice echoed down the hallway.

Before you could even turn to glance at Rude Loudmouth, Kyungsoo had wrapped his fingers around your wrist and was sprinting down the opposite end of the hallway and barreling into the emergency stairwell. He was surprisingly strong. You followed after him breathlessly, too focused on feet not tripping over themselves to get a word in edgewise. You heard a door bang open above you, heard the low curse Kyungsoo gave as he sped up.

The staircase spat you out into the back alley, but there was no time for talking. Kyungsoo pulled you along, right back in through the front door of your building. The lobby was empty, but you remained tense, sure someone would appear at any moment.

Kyungsoo, on the other hand, didn't appear to be too bothered. He dragged you over to the elevator and pressed the up button, apparently satisfied that he'd outwitted Loudmouth enough to spare the minute it would take for the elevator to reach the lobby. You didn't protest; your calves were barking up a storm from all the physical activity today.

In the elevator (again), Kyungsoo pressed the button for the floor right below yours.

“So,” you started after you'd caught your breath, “care to share with the class what that was about?”

He glanced at you. He looked very different from how he normally did. Gone were the grandpa clothes in muted, inoffensive colors. He wore a green camo jacket with a stark black shirt with red piping and black pants. His hair had been styled, and... was that a choker? You wouldn't have recognized him as the same person if you hadn't literally run right into him. Even his personality seemed different somehow... more confident.

He dismissed your question with a quiet “you'll see” and turned back to face the door.

You rolled your eyes. At this rate, you'd probably have a heart attack if any of the men in your life actually gave you a straight answer.

When the doors opened, Kyungsoo led you to an apartment door, his hand still comfortably around your wrist. You glanced at the number and realized it must be the apartment literally right below yours. He calmly unlocked it and dropped your hand, walking in without even a glance back like he was certain you'd follow like a puppy.

You frowned but didn't fight your curiosity.

As soon as your eyes adjusted to the gloom of Kyungsoo's apartment, your eyes grew wide. All kinds of electronics lay about—camera equipment and audio equipment and you-didn't-know-what-else kinda equipment. Kyungsoo kept stopping you with a hand held up to disable things.

“Paranoid, much?” you asked with a shaky laugh, wondering if maybe you shouldn't be, too.

“You're not very observant, are you. I told you to come to me if you had any questions.” He shot you a small scowl over his shoulder. “Why'd you take so long? Aren't you supposed to be looking for Lay?”

It took a second for the words to sink in. “I'm sorry, what?”

He ignored you, picking something off the kitchen counter and disappearing through another doorway.

You watched him go dumbly. Lay? How did... You were fairly certain you'd never brought him up. So how...?

“In here,” he called, pulling you out of your thoughts.

Where Suho's apartment had been a minefield in a figurative sense, you couldn't shake the feeling that one wrong step and you'd be blinded by lasers or something. You stepped lightly through the apartment, trying to keep as close to the path that Kyungsoo had taken as you could, and through the door into... the bathroom?

Kyungsoo held a cube in his hand and tipped it carelessly until red liquid poured from one of the corners. More and more liquid spilled forth, an impossible amount, more than could possibly be contained in that little cube. Enough to fill the tub and more without ever emptying.

“You have to return,” he said tersely.

Okay. You saw where this was headed. Straight back into craziness. You could deal with this. You dug your hand into your pocket, squeezing the black blob resting there. It really was a good stress ball.

“What do you mean, return?”

Socks gave you one long look.

“What are the names of your friends?”

You opened your mouth then froze. What? This was such an easy question. You had three best friends back in your hometown. Their names were... they were...

A powerful dizziness overcame you and you staggered to lean against the wall.

“Are you beginning to understand?” Kyungsoo asked gently. He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub now, a finger swirling through the water.

You didn't remember their names. You struggled to recall a single thing about them, their faces, but it was like trying to catch vapor.

No...

You couldn't remember their names because--

“They never existed, did they.”

Kyungsoo smiled, still staring into the water.

“You catch on quickly.”

And that was... a staggering statement. Not like your whole world had just shifted with that simple realization. Nope.

“I belong... there?” You pointed at the bathtub. “Is that where Lay is?”

His expression tightened.

“If that's who you're looking for. I think that's something you need to figure out,” he said. He stood up and dusted off his pants. “Are you ready?”

He didn't wait for you to answer. He lifted you right off your feet. You gaped at him as he easily swung you up onto the bathtub ledge, no evidence of even an ounce of strain on his face.

“Oh, um. This is just... a thing I can do,” he explained awkwardly.

“Okay.. yeah... wouldn't be the strangest thing I've heard today,” you said faintly.

“Are you ready?” he asked again.

“No,” you answered honestly. “Couldn't you at least give me a hint of what I'm gonna be facing?”

An apologetic smile tugged at his lips. “I've said more than I should have already.

“I can't just... come back for bath time tomorrow?”

His smile turned more amused.

“'fraid not. That moronic light bulb blew my deep cover. As soon as you're gone, I've gotta scatter.”

“Wait, what?” You clutched his arms tighter. “You're not gonna wait here for me? What if something happens?? What if I get lost?”

He patiently waited for your panicking to subside.

“Trust yourself. This isn't your first time. Your body will know what to do. Just don't overthink it.”

Against your better judgment, the words soothed you. You closed your eyes and nodded.

“Ready?”

“Stop asking me and just do it.”

Kyungsoo had a low, deep laugh that, in other circumstances, you might've found contagious. You held one foot out which dangled precipitously over the redness. “My shoes...” you murmured. Kyungsoo extended his arms and now you were completely at his will. You screwed your eyes shut, waiting for him to just drop you in like a stone. But you felt liquid begin to pool around your feet, to soak into your pants. He kept lowering you in. Even with your eyes shut, you knew that your feet should've easily touched the bottom of the tub by now. They hadn't.

Kyungsoo's grip slid up until he was holding you by your hands. He guided you down slowly. The liquid reached your shoulders, then your chin, and still there was no bottom.

Your eyes opened of their own accord as you took one last desperate inhale before you sank into the forgotten.

“Good luck,” Kyungsoo said just as the water spilled over your face and he let go.

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A/N: Thanks for reading! ヽ(✿ﾟ▽ﾟ)ノ

[thedarkside-and-thelight]

Rey drifts her hand up to his face. Her thumb brushes the scar bisecting it.

“Beautiful,” she whispers, almost to herself, and Ben realizes he is lost; tumbling away to infinity with only this girl and their sins.

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In which Ben, the reluctant Duke of Alderaan, cannot get the clever, beautiful, opinionated governess out of his head. ======================================================== I just read this fic by @sciosophia which is part of the @reylofanfictionanthology and I have to tell you it utterly captivated my heart. It has such a Jane Eyre feel to it.  It is one of the best reylo historical fiction AUs I’ve read. It is absolutely wonderful.  I highly recommend it. 

[xxsycamore]

Luka Clemence, the Third Prince

What happens when Luka and Clavis swap their places...?

A/N: My loyal partner in crackfics (and in anything related to writing, for that matter), the wonderful @chaosangel767, pointed out similarities between her sweet Luka and... Clavis. Yes, I know. We thought they have nothing in common at first. Or do they? This is a product of our heatwave-rotten minds (maybe mine is extra rotten so forgive me - this is barely proofread at all!). Pure crack. I hope it makes sense! The introduction as well as a passage of this is written by Chaya. She is co-writer of this fanficion. Make sure to go read Clavis side of this story - written by Chaya!

no pairing - characters: Luka Clemence, all the rhodolitian princes + Sariel, mentions of Comte de Saint Germain and Leonardo Da Vinci (ikevamp)

rating: G

tags: crackfic; crossover; they talk about boobs and legs at some point

wordcount: 1,755

A peaceful day in Central Quarter has Luka relaxing as he patrols near the Civic Center, checking in on citizens and making sure everyone is safe. A man approaches with golden eyes.

"Luka Clemence?" When Luka confirms, he produces a package, handing it to the confused Jack.

"Open this tonight" is all he says. Looking down, Luka inspects the package, wrapped in a dark purple with a gold ribbon. When Luka looks up, the man has disappeared leaving more questions than answers.

That night when the sun goes down and the full moon is high in the sky, Luka pulls out the package again. There is a sender's name in tiny letters, the moonlight making it easier to read the gold ink.

Comte St. Germain

"Who?"

Deciding to open the package to check for clues, he is shocked to find a purple belt laying inside. Taking it out of the box he inspects it more and finds a gold stripe down the front of it.

"Whose belt…?" He sets the package down in wonder and feeling suddenly unable to keep his eyes open, he lays down and shuts his eyes.

When he opens them, he is in a completely different room…

***

Confusion settles in as soon as Luka gains his senses again. There is a woman - a maid -  towering over him with a worrisome look on her face. Her voice sounds like coming from the bottom of a well in Luka's still-dizzy mind, but he hears clearly the words "Prince Clavis" and the information that he's overslept.

When she leaves, Luka sits up in the bed- no, to his surprise, a sofa, and notices that he is already fully dressed for the day. He can start with his day now, except, he is not sure what he is supposed to do as Prince Clavis, while also simultaneously trying to figure out why he is here in the first place.

Fortunately, there is something like a day planner on the desk.

Unfortunately, the handwriting on it is utterly, completely illegible. More so than doctor Ash's handwriting. More so than any doctor's handwriting at all.

So, he is left to decide what to do with his day for himself. Hopefully this Prince Clavis is your typical, normal, boring person, and he can get away with it easily…

***

“Has anyone seen Clavis today?” Jin walks into the room with his eyes furrowed, Chevalier and Licht exchange glances and Sariel holds his stomach in worry.

“No… it’s been too quiet.”

As if waiting for that exact moment, a screech is heard from the kitchen. Without even exchanging a glance, everyone is quick to follow inside and see what is going on.

“Get him away from my kitchen!!!” Yves screeches horrified as they see Clavis in an apron, pulling a pie out of the oven.

Jin screeches as well, even if in a way-deeper voice. It is an alarming sight for sure.

But it doesn't stop there. Looking closely, there is food on almost every surface of the kitchen - hors d'oeuvers and main dishes, and now dessert too. By the looks of it, this full three course meal is spread out for all the brothers.

“Come help yourself."

People so different from one another find themselves sharing the same shocked expression in the face of this bizarre event. Not even a warm family meal is bonding the rhodolitian beast prince brothers like being together in the shock of its creation.

"You're not Clavis."

Luka tries his best to not act suspicious, but the remark catches him off guard. First they look like they'll all have a stroke over the mere fact that he is in a kitchen, and now the most intimidating-looking one of them, Chevalier, all is staring a hole through his back. The others laugh off the remark he made.

What is all of this about? He just came here to do the one thing he thought can't get wrong, for a prince that should be assumed to possess so many skills… he swears, this is not stress-cooking. This is not stress-cooking. He is cool.

He catches the words "food poisoning", pretends he didn't hear them, and then the feast begins.

***

They're crying. They're actually crying.

Another one of his - now he knows, brothers - Leon, wipes his tears in his sleeve while putting his bowl down. He's never had such a delicious soup in his life before. It has such warmth to it, like the soup in the tavern that he finds himself preferring over what the royal kitchen can offer. Yes, warmth. Heart. Love.

Similar to him, Jin puts down his bowl with a thud and wipes his tears. Nokto is smirking and nodding in approval, hand on his chin. Licht, whose smile the others are going a second almost-stroke over, is just as content. Luke says he is going to have the best post-lunch nap in his life.

And Luka sighs. In relief.

"Clavis, please- I can't believe that I'm saying that, but. You're free to enter my kitchen again. No, please enter my kitchen again! Tomorrow, let's have a meal like that again. A-and, thank you for learning how to cook overnight for us, I guess…" Yves shows his enthusiasm and thankfulness, and somehow blushes too.

"…Okay…"

Across the table, the other blonde prince is still staring at him, akin to a tiger monitoring its pray. It's scary.

Luka excuses himself to find a safer activity to immerse into.

"Not so fast, mister next best chef of Rhodolite. Did you forget what day is today? C'mon, the drinks are on me today."

The wardrobe-of-a-man that goes by the name of Jin pulls him by arm, not waiting to hear any excuses from "Clavis."

***

Luka did get a little nervous when he heard they will be drinking. However, inspecting the drink placed before him, ordered without as much as a word coming from his mouth, because, Jin just said 'the usual', he is calming down. Or is he? Another bizarre thing. This prince Clavis seems to be enjoying juice as his beverage of choice.

No, this is actually very good. He gulps it down with relief and listens to Jin talking about stuff. This is not so bad actually.

To be hanging around with your brother, chattering, enjoying a drink… it's true that Jin was a bit pushy about dragging him here, but… it's nothing like Jonah.

Luka smiles a little behind his glass. Yes, those guys are good brothers to have. They look like a strange bunch at first, but he felt a genuine warmth towards him at the table earlier.

This is not so bad.

"But nevermind that. Let's talk about some real stuff now. Check this out."

Luka snaps from his thoughts and sees Jin… gesturing with his eyes to the left. He does it twice and thrice, waiting for Luka to get the hint.

"What? There is just the waitress there."

Jin clicks his tongue.

"Just the waitress and two large…" he gestures the rest with hands, semi-discreetly. He seems to be making the shape of large balls in the air.

Luka is beyond confused.

"She started here this week. A little more and I'd come here without waiting for you. But I'm being a good brother."

"Thank you." Luka is still confused.

"Ahahah, stop it with the politeness, I'm cracking up. What's in this juice? Anyway. As per our deal. What do you think now?"

"What do you mean?"

"What, have you forgotten?? We made a deal. I show you a girl with boobs so pretty you admit boobs are better than legs just once." He does the thing with his eyes again. "So?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh…"

It's Luka's longest "uh" in his life. Maybe he didn't heard that right. Maybe he really hit his head hard somewhere in the black army headquarters and this is all just a bad hallucination, this is the version he is sticking to, about the whole mess.

"Soo? Hurry up. Aren't they big? Aren't they pretty?"

"Uhhh…" Before he can go for a longer uhhh and outdo his personal record, he thinks quick. What is this Clavis person supposed to say?

"Yes. They're better than legs. Let's go back to the caste now."

"Woah. Woah!!!"

Jin stands up quickly from his seat, his chair falling backwards with a bang.

"Bottoms up everyone! I'm buying everyone a drink!"

***

As stress-cooking is crossed from his list, Luka is beyond glad that there is another activity that can help calm him down - one he is just as familiar with. He is thankful. He goes into the training grounds and prepares for some good mind-clearing sparring.

Until everyone starts pointing out the huge-ass sword he choose instead of his "usual one". Another commotion starts playing. Another one of his "brothers" start teasing him about something.

It has no end.

***

Or so it seemed.

By the time the sun set and the moon came out high in the sky, Luka is certain his fate is to remain here forever. He strolls along the outstretched balcony wrapping around one of the sides of the castle, the only sound his own footsteps.

And then, another pair. It's strange. The only thing in that end of the balcony should be that old door that doesn't open and likely leads nowhere. Suddenly, there is a man with brown hair approaching him.

He has golden eyes that very much remind him of someone… he has vague memories of a man with eyes like that. Seeing that the one who approaches him is holding a strange packet, he starts to remember - a blonde count, a package. He palms the belt on his waist.

"Ahh, here you are. I'm sorry, I don't have much time for explanations. Take this and clip it on. And give me that belt."

Confused, for the nth time today but getting used to it, Luka opens the package. To his surprise (more confusion added to the mix), inside is his hairclip.

He remembers to take off the belt (with difficulty) and give it to the golden-eyed man, before clipping on his own item.

Suddenly, he starts feeling extra sleepy…

"Woah there." The man, Leonardo, manages to catch him before he can collapse. He shakes his head.

"This damned Comte and his messes. And he says he has put his mischievous past behind him. Tsk."

He leaves the man on a nearby sofa and lights a cigarillo, off to his other destination.

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[a-purple-lizard]

Assassinating Death (Part 1)

Noob Saibot X female slave reader

I’m debating wether so make a 10-15 chapter long fanfiction about this. If anybody would like to see a fanficion with this concept, please tell me!

Noob Saibot, the ruler of destiny rules all of existence, turning the worthy into revenant warriors and enslaving the weak. S/o is one of the ‘weak’ that he enslaved. Determined to put a stop to the cruel tyrant, s/o devises a plan to kill him. After all, why would a god suspect a pitiful slave of treason? (GIF by me! Taken from the MK11 arcade ending)

The rattle of her own chains was all s/o could hear inside the hollow castle walls. The air tasted of ash and death, as it always had. The woman was hastily scrubbing the stone floor, the rough sound falling on deaf ears as s/o remained focused on the man behind her. A tall soulless husk that watched her intently, looking for some opportunity to punish her.

S/o wouldn’t allow it. Not again. She already had exactly thirty two scars on her back from her punishment. The slave attire forced all to wear open back leather tops as a way to easily punish slaves as well as provide warning to others. Her hair was clipped so that it did not go past her neck, leaving her scars for the world to see.

A stone collar was wrapped around her throat, a purple stone in the center of it marked her as an obsidian place slave. Cold metal chains connected her hands, allowing them only about a foot of distance apart.

The obsidian palace was a jagged spire that towered over the smoke clouds. Nobody really knew how far up it went. Well, nobody but noob saibot, keeper of time, ruler of existence and bringer of death. He was the cruel shadow whose fowl touch defiled the world, turning it grey and dead.

It was he who controlled the immortal servants, or “blank souls” as the slaves called them. Blank souls were husk, vessels that carried out the dark lords will. They were each hand chosen by the lord at seemingly random. Nobody was really sure WHY he chose who he chose, but he was always very sure about his choices.

One thing was sure however, once you were chosen, there was no argument or revolt. Your soul belonged to HIM. When somebody was chosen, they disappeared for MONTHES and when they returned, they weren’t the same. Milky eyes, pale skin, no emotional connection to their friends and family.

“You! Girl! Come with me.” A cold voice came from behind her.

Turning around, she was met with a blank soul. He wore red and yellow robes, silver armor plated his legs and arms. A black hood shrouded his upper face, his dead milky eyes seemed to glow in the shadows. An armored mask hid whatever expression he had to offer.

S/o bowed her head, as everyone had to do when a blank soul addressed them. She didn’t waste a second, abandoning her cleaning supplies and wordlessy following the blank soul out of the room, leaving behind the other blank soul who just stood there, waiting for the next slave shift to start.

The slave was led down the hall to the center staircase that traveled from the dungeons below, all the way up to the tip of the tower, the throne room.

S/o had never been past the thirty fourth floor in the hundred story tower. Only blank souls were permitted to travel to the top ten floors. A few slaves were permitted to cleanse the rooms in the top ten floors, but the ones who did never returned. Most assumed that the ruler of time forced them to live up there as well.

Cold obsidian tile made her bare feet ache as they climbed the stairs upwards. S/o didn’t dare gaze at the man beside her. His footsteps were silent, undetectable to the ear as he went.

After about twenty minutes of climbing, the blank soul halted. The symbols carved into a metal plate showed the number ninety nine. “Bow when your god addresses you. To disrespect noob saibot is to willingly submit yourself to the worst punishment imaginable.”

S/o nodded her head in the most boot licking of ways. The blank soul observed her for a second before starting to walk up the stairs again. There it was, floor one hundred.

The icy fear that repeatedly stabbed her with each rapid heartbeat was almost debilitating as she stepped into the open space.

It was a plain room, pillars only decorated with the symbol of the shadow empire, and a single long rug running from the stairs to the… throne.

Dark jagged crystals spurred upwards in such unnatural ways, at the end of the highest tip lay a skull with a single thick strip of gold plating at the top. Sitting on the throne was him.

The god of all. Killer of all. Noob Saibot, ruler of the shadow empire. S/o threw herself to her knees as the blank soul led her to the shadow shrouded emperor. “Slave.” His voice shook her to her very core. “Did it offer any resistance during retrieval, Hanzo?”

“None at all. She is ready to fulfill her duties.” The blank soul, ‘Hanzo’ responded. The king nodded, the light seemed to drain from the air around him. Without another word, hanzo exited the throne room, heading down a dark hallway behind the throne. S/o was now at the mercy of a tyrant god.

The atmosphere thickened, s/o felt her body shake in her submissive form. All four limbs touched the ground, her lips almost kissed the carpet below. She didn’t dare look up.

“Slave, you have been bestowed the greatest honor of personally serving me.” Something in his voice held a sort of… interest? S/o couldn’t detect any facial expressions due to his head being covered in a helmet, as well as a dark vail.

The slave couldn’t find words that she deemed usable in his presence. She was too terrified to even think. “Unless my generosity doesn’t interest you?”

The dark edge to his voice made s/o want to burst out in tears and beg for her life. “N-no! Thank you so much for even considering giving somebody such as myself any thought! I swear, I will not disappoint you, my lord!”

“I know.” He said simply. “Kuai Liang! Escort it to its new quarters and explain its new purpose to its empire.”

A figure was suddenly behind her, s/o was pulled to her feet by her elbow. She was met by a blue clad blank soul. ‘Kuai Liang’ didn’t say a word as he took hold of her chains and led her to the spiral staircase. S/o could feel the lords gaze boring into her back as she left.

Kuai Liang led her down the stairs, his rough voice echoed through the quiet environment. “You will be given your own quarters on the ninety first floor. You will wake up everyday at exactly five in the morning, you will clean floors ninety-one through ninety-five. At twelve, you will be permitted to eat.” He explained. “At one, you will resume your cleaning, the ninety sixth floor and the one hundredth floor, as well as every floor in between.”

The two of them stopped at the ninety first floor. It looked to be some sort of dining hall. Blank souls littered the area, some were eating, others simply sat around and… socialized? S/o was dumbfounded, the slaves had always assumed that blank souls were nothing but empty husks yet, here they were, laughing and joking.

She didn’t have time to gawk before she was dragged past the large dining hall to a simply lit hall. There were a multitude of doors lining it, a few were open to reveal blank souls casually in their rooms. S/o and Kuai Liang stopped at the end of the hall.

“This will be your new quarters. Inside you will find everything you will require, as well as your new uniform.” He stated, opening the door.

“A new… uniform?” She asked, confused.

“You are now a personal slave to the king and his warriors, you are expected not to look like a common rat.” He growled. “You are now held to higher standards, failure to complete your duties within the desired time range will result in your immediate termination and replacement.”

She swore she saw his face soften for only a moment when he saw the look of hopeless fear of her face. “As a personal slave you are also entitled to certain privileges. No warrior can take it upon themselves to punish you without express permission from the lord of darkness. No warrior may harass you in any way.” He continued, “after all your daily duties are done, you are free to roam the top ten floors, as long as you do not disturb any warriors.”

He gestured to her room, allowing her to slip past him to inspect it. “You are free to explore for the rest of today. Tomorrow you will be assigned a warrior to make sure that your expectations are met.” Without another word, Kuai Liang was gone.

S/o was left alone. She collapsed into the soft bed, staring up at the ceiling, debating whether to cry or smile. She had been within spitting distance of the man who she despised above all else. The man who had caused so much ruin and heartbreak. The man who she now had the opportunity to kill...

Part 2

[roseprincesskristina]

Mega Man X Headcanon- Naga Edition

((Heyo ladies and gents of Tumblr! Today, I, Tina, will share or offer something other than a short fanficion to you all, but this time, with your favorite Maverick Hunters posing as mythical creatures known as nagas. According to the marvelous idea from @draconicmusic20 due to her artwork of them that inspired me to do a novel or so, I’m gonna write a headcanon about them separately instead of altogether. Especially the X Reader events also for the gals out there. So without further ado, please enjoy ready the non canonical post before your eyes! ^^))

First headcanon about Zero- The serious former war machine created by Dr. Albert Wily, resourceful, professional swordsmanship fearless, too cool, and lacks clemency toward his foes including mavericks unlike the B Class buster bearer during missions. Hardly becoming a hero yet fights to regain the balance of the world where humans as well as reploids remain as one for the future since the defeat of the previous commander of the Maverick Hunters, Sigma, who went totally maverick regarding the virus. 

Now, on this blooming season of spring according to the irregular half serpent that he dispose of in the midst of his mission, he is now a mature and seductive nagaroid king into the wilderness, pierced with a Z shaped gem into his magnificent navel that makes him ten times more sexy than just his basic reploid form alone. Not only can he devour his victims who are maverick or otherwise both big as well as small wholeheartedly or to even strangle the living snot right out of them by his roping tail, but he truly possess the sexually interests in human women that are innocent or kind hearted instead of the others. Since eating them entirely is never really much his hobby at all, which is true in his part, he would rather reveal his masculine charms to his female seducees both human and reploid combined at once during his pretty boy features. Even so, he would also perform a very hypnotic yet kinky belly dance for them as an inescapable spell to bestow upon them while they stand or being coiled up into his grasp preventing their chances to leave or flee to safety.

As they are becoming his permanent playthings instead of slaves, the most sensual conduct that he would love to do is to play with their beautiful bodies by his long slithering tongue, caressing each and every part that are vulnerable for him to lay his tasting bud onto. Especially the inner parts like their flawless face along with the breasts if needed to. He could even jammed his hungry lips deeply into their for a starving kiss of the century, exploring his tongue unceasingly within the mouths of hotties in order to steal their mild breath away with a swallow. Secondly, he can always have any type of defenseless gal to mate with that he ever wanted whether they like it or not, for they don’t have a choice but to act as his love slave for a long while.

No matter the height or size of any kind of girl he sees that came to his territory, they are sexually all the same to him as well as the cerulean eyes for his pleasurable needs as well as amusement. Not to mention, the utmost favorite species that exceeds his dislike for overconfident ladies who think they are prettier than a few mature young hens are, for which they are not. Because to them, he’s an irresistible “threat” to be carefully reckoned with. And also, a romantic yet dashing “nightmare” into the dreams of every vixen into the city.

[bang-me-bangtan-style]

Archive

OLD FANFICS AND ONE SHOTS RESIDE HERE.

My 2013-2020 fanficion

This is a masterlist of old fanfiction I’ve wrote through the years. From when I first started writing at sixteen with FORBIDDEN ALL THE WAY TO 2020. It’s 2021 and I feel like I want to start new and fresh. So I took all my masterlist and put it as an archive. My new masterlist is empty. Will be Comming soon.

Don’t fret, I still may continture some of the series below. but for now all this work is going to remain in the archive unless i change my mind.

✔ - Completed ||   ••• - Ongoing || ✖  - On Hold -everything for now is discontinued

BTS

Kim Namjoon

Kim Seokjin

Series:

Oneshots:

Smut:

(SMUT) corrupted | bangtan smut series | JIN,bts | 2.4k words

Min Yoongi

Series:

••• ⭐️ (FANFIC) Updated May 14,2020 | THE BANGTAN LIST | YOONGI, bts | with 1 chapter (s) | 3k words | ONGOING | SUMMARY - That one story where you work as a stripper, meet Min Yoongi, fuck him, and cant forget him- but he can’t remember you- so you fuck his friends to fuck the pain away.

Oneshots:

(SCENARIO) 01 the creator | you don’t own me series | YOONGI,bts

Smut:

(SMUT) 02 SUGA - 불타오르네  |bangtan smut series |  SUGA, bts | 1.5k word

Jung Hoseok

Series:

(MINI SERIES ) forced break up  | JHOPE, bts | 2 chapters |  1 , 2 | When Yoongi is your brother nobody wants to mess with you. no, not when Yoongi had set them all straight not to touch his little sister. Jhope is Yoongi’s best friend and Yoongis threats doesn’t scare him. What happens when Jhope goes behind Yoongi’s back to fuck his little sister. That sister being you.

Oneshots:

Smut:

(SMUT) 03 we on | bangtan smut series | JUNGKOOK+JHOPE,bts | 1.6k words

Kim Taehyung

Series:

✖ (FANFICTION) Updated Jan 14, 2019 | the temptation | TAEHYUNG, bts | With 2 chapter (s) |  4316  words  | ON HIATUS | SUMMARY- Church. School. Work. Home. Home.work. school home. It was a hell of routine. But it was old. It was getting way too old. This pure innocent life was just a facade nowadays. Your mind had fell into the fifth circle of hell. And your boyfriend jungkook realized this. Especially after you cheated on him with the person he hated the most. Taehyung. And now according to him you would burn in hell for it. How long could you keep your legs closed after reviving oral sex from taehyung? Could you keep the rest of your innocence or did you really want to burn in hell like jungkook said you would?

Oneshots:

Smut:

(SMUT) 04 treat you better | bangtan smut series | TAEHYUNG, bts | 3.4k words

Park Jimin

Series:

Oneshots:

Smut:

(SMUT) 01 caught in a lie | bangtan smut series | JIMIN,bts

(SMUT) three is a charm | bangtan smut series | JUNGKOOK+JIMIN,bts | 4.4k words

Jung Jungkook

Series:

✖ (FANFIC) you make me begin  | JUNGKOOK, bts | 1,954 words | ON HIATUS | | SUMMARY- what if you are an angel and you fell from heaven for a troublesome boy who needed you, him being Jeon Jungkook?

✖(FANFIC) Updated june 23, 2018  || (FANFIC) UNKNOWN || JUNGKOOK, bts || With 2 chapter(s) ||  2,586 words  || ON HIATUS|| SUMMARY- what if the famous front man of bangtan accidentally texts the wrong number thinking your his cheating girlfriend only it’s really you?

••• ⭐️ (FANFIC) Updated May 12, 2020 | THE CREATION | with 2 chapters | words | ONGOING | SUMMARY- Your mom Jeon Yoona was one of the greatest scientist of her time. She created a man made male fetus called Project 1997 (later known as Jeon Jungkook) in the GIO lab that resided in Busan,South Korea in 1997. Jeon went down in the hall of fame creating what was said to be the most difficult project of the decade. in 2002 Jeon Yoona died from cancer leaving you behind. This was also around the time when PROJECT 1997 (Jeon Jungkook) started having complications and had became very ill. Because of this the GIO lab wanted project 1997 to be destroyed because they couldn’t figure out what w as wrong and  why he was defective. After being saved by Yoonas colleague- project 1997 (Jeon Jungkook) had fell into Your hands and you from then on raised him like a son. But you didn’t know that pretending to be PROJECT 1997’s (jungkooks) mom would be so hard, him angry, moody and bitchy all the time because all his friends wanted to do was fuck you. And maybe he wanted to fuck you too!

Oneshots:

(SCENARIO) 01 Jungkook | bangtan scenario series | JUNGKOOK, bts

(DRABBLE) mate killer | JUNGKOOK, bts

Smut:

(SMUT) 03 we on | bangtan smut series | JUNGKOOK+JHOPE,bts | 1.6k words

(SMUT) three is a charm | bangtan smut series | JUNGKOOK+JIMIN,bts | 4.4k words

(SMUT) 07 you’re mine |  bangtan smut series | JUNGKOOK,bts

세븐틴 | SEVENTEEN (SVT)

Dino

Vernon

S.coups

Wonwoo

Mingyu

Seungkwan

Joshua

••• ⭐️ Updated august 1st , 2018   (FANFIC) fucking with Joshua | JOSHUA, seventeen | With 12 chapter (s) | 29,125 words  | ONGOING | A recorded list of incidents of you corrupting the innocent Hong Jisoo. can you corrupt him and make him go against his morals?

Woozi

Jeonghyun

The8

Hoshi

Jun

Dk

엔시티 | NEO CULTURE TECHNOLOGY (NCT)

(some members of nct is still under age, will not write any smut for underage 19+ and under nct members)

Taeyong

(SMUT) the dirty secret | nct smut series | TAEYONG,nct (4.5k words)

taeil

johnny

yuta

kun

doyoung

ten

(SMUT) the dirty secret | nct smut series | TAEYONG,nct (4.5k words)

jaehyun

winwin

jungwoo

lucas

mark

renjun

jeno

haechan

jaemin

chenle

jisung

갓세븐 | GOT7

Yugyeom

⭐️ (SMUT) lust of denial | got7 smuts | YUGYEOM,got7

Jackson

Jaebum

Jinyoung

Youngjae

BamBam

Mark

(SMUT) ewwww | got 7 smuts | MARK,got7

에스에프나인 | SENSATIONAL FEELING NINE (SF9)

Rowoon

Jaeyoon

Taeyang

Hwiyoung

(SMUT) guilty pleasures | sf9 smuts | HWIYOUNG,sf9 | 2.1k words

Dawon

Chani

Inseong

Youngbin

zuho

엑소 | EXO

Chanyeol

⭐️ (SMUT)breaking boundaries | exo smuts | CHANYEOL, exo

Suho

Xuimin

(SMUT) 01 | you’re mine | exo smuts | XIUMIN,exo

Chen

Kai

✖ Updated Apr 4, 2018 (FANFIC)degraded | KAI, exo | 8,806  words | |With 4 chapters | ON hold| In hopes of getting rid of Kim Jongin for ruining your life further after your friends with benefits disaster and your violent meltdown, you finally get him to agree to leave you alone for good give you some space…. you get a month of quiet. till one day he shows up at the same convenience store as you. from there he follows you home and fucks the shit out of you claiming you to be his again. Even with a girlfriend still on his arm your his play-toy again.Its all just a vicious never ending down spiraling cycle. He would never leave you alone. not until he calls it quits.what do you do when Kim Jongin won’t  leave you alone? degrading you until you disappear? welcome to degraded.

D.O

Lay

Baekhyun

⭐️ (MINI FANFIC) drunk bitch | exo smuts | BAEKHYUN,exo | 1 chapter | what if you got drunk and didn’t realize what you were doing? Baekhyun being your victim.

⭐️ (SMUT) human mate | exo smuts | BAEKHYUN,exo

(SMUT) forced | exo smuts | BAEKHYUN,exo

Sehun

�� discontinued | LISTEN I wrote this fanfic when I was like 16 ish or 17 it was my very first fanfic and it was a FORBIDDEN mess I’m now about to be 26 and cringe so fucking hard at what my 16 year old self was up in here doing, mom should have beat my a** 🥊 anyways I still have this on the internet to show where I came from it’s been what 8 almost 9 years since I wrote this sicko book, which btw way was requested I remember exo-Ls back in the day were.... anways if you read spare me I was young 😂😂😂 (FANFIC) forbidden |  |15 chapters | SEHUN, exo |  57,146 words | ON HIATUS|  Sehun is your twin.You’re his twin sister.You love him, More than you should.You push him away.He pulls back.You hate him he hates you back.You’re strangers, and he knows that.He misses you.You miss him back, but a question?Does he love you like you love him?

(SCENARIO) chanyeol’s noona | exo smuts | SEHUN,exo

빅뱅 | BIGBANG

G-dragon

(SMUT) mean because I like you | GDRAGON,bigbang

(SCENARIO) how to tame a dragon | GDRAGON, bigbang

[druidx]

11/11/11 Tag

Thanks @writingonesdreams

Rules: Answer the 11 questions, and tag 11 people.

What are your favourite genres to write?

I mostly stick to Fantasy, but I’ve dabbled in Sci-fi a few times. Worldbuilding in Sci-fi is harder though...

What do you write the most? (books, short stories, poetry, fanficion,…)

I write mostly fanfic short stories, but I’ve got original novels in the words as well.

What are your favourite tropes?

Found family. Umm, that’s basically the only one I know the name for off the top my head.

What genres do you dislike?

Psychological horror, gushy romance, and most chick-fic.

What’s your writing process like? (outlining, pantsing, plantsing, structures, worldbuilding,…)

I have an idea (could be something said or read that’s twigged, could be my mind making connections between things, could be a prompt I’m given). 

It goes into a document. 

I think about it, poke and prod, and do that thing where one lays in bed and half dreams, half writes it. 

If I think I’m going to forget the plot beats, I note them down in the doc, but this doesn’t happen often. The plot beats aren’t stored in the head; they’re stored somewhere around the diaphragm.

I write until I get stuck, then I go do something else (a different WIP, gaming, fanfic reading, moodboards) until I get unstuck.

I start writing again

(there can be many repetitions of “write, stuck, <other>, unstick, write” in a project)

I finish

I edit & proof while agonising over a title (if I didn’t give it one from inception, but that’s rare)

I post

I like to say I’m a plantser, because I do plan. But it’s all mental, I very rarely outline, so it looks like I’m a pantser.

What’s your favourite way to get writing advice? (books about writing, youtubers, podcasts, creative writing courses, blogs etc)

Probably blogs. It’s handy to read a post, let it the subconscious dwell on it, and then subsume it into what I’m doing.

What inspired your current wip?

Currently the Big Project is Haven’s Ember, which was inspired by a few users wanting a fluffy Fix-it fic for TESIV: Oblivion, were the main character doesn’t die at the end.

What are some of your favourite books?

Oh no. I dislike this question; there’s just so many. Well, here’s a shortlist of books & series that mean something to me:

The Shining Princess and other tales

The Wonderful Whatisname by John Patience

The Temeraire series by Naomi Novik

Equal Rites by Terry Pratchett

Tales of the Ketty Jay series Chris Wooding

Gentleman Bastards series by Scott Lynch

Tales of Earthsea by Ursula le Guin

Callahan’s Crosstime Saloon series by Spider Robinson

Redwall series by Brian Jacques

...That’s probably enough XD

What themes come up in your writing the most?

Found family, food poverty, justice/ mercy (rather than black & white good/ evil)

What are your plans after you finish your wip?

Go on to one of the many others XD

Which part of the writing process is your favourite?

The “words flowing onto the page” part.

Tagging (ask for +/- Writeblr games): @aquadestinyswriting @viawrites-andacts @ryns-ramblings @strosmkai-rum ​ @chauceryfairytales 

[nochiwritingforfun]

Sleep Drunk

So ... yeah i dont know where to start lol

i like writing so i made this new blog kinda new to tumblr well more like new in posting things but all those other awesome writers here fired up my passion for writing stuff again xD

And since im in the DMC hell right now what better to post than a past midnight sleep deprived Fanficion of our sweet soft Boi Nero :D

hope you enjoy!

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Sleep Drunk

Quietly as possible you closed the door to the appartment you shared with Nico and Nero behind you. Coming home from a hunt that took far to long you only had two things in mind: -Getting a nice cup of tea

-falling face first into bed.

Having already discarded your blood drenched cloak  in the hallway you silently make your way to the kitchen , only to spot a lone figure on the small couch in the living room. A small smile graced you lips as you watched Nero's sleeping form lying on the couch with the tv still on.

You would never admit it to anyone but you had a small ... no wait scratch that ! big crush on the loud mouthed demon hunter. But you knew that he had his eyes set on someone else so you decided to hide your feelings and admire him form afar.

Slowly as not to disturb the sleeping hunter you walked to him and pulled up the blanket that had fallen off his shoulders only to realize that it was in fact your blanket he was wraped up in. Red dusted your face at the realisation that once you got it back it would smell like him...

Shaking your head to get rid of this thoughts before they could drift elsewhere you stealthily made your way to the kitchen for your well earned cup of tea.

Lost in your litte dream world waiting for the water to start boiling you nearly let the cup in your hands fall in shock as Nero unexpectedly stumbled into the kitchen. Calming down your rapidly beating heart you look at him in question only for him to close the distance with only a few steps and clumsily embrace you. "N-N-Nero??", you asked stunned not yet able to comprehend the whole situtation. "mmhh missed you.." , came his slurred answer and at that point you were sure he was still more asleep than awake.

Shaking off the first moment of suprise you slowly unwrap his arms from your frame and give him a soft smile finding his sleepy face adoringly cute. "I missed you too..but i think its time we get you to bed. Sleeping on that couch ruins your back" , you said and took his hands in yours slowly making your way to his room.

An inaudible grumble went past his lips as he let you pull him along. Once you reached his bed you carefully lay him down and were about to leave as he unexpectedly pulled you to him.

A small squeak escaped your lips as you were engulfed in his arms and scent. You hear a mumbled "stay" followed by a soft snore that halts your attempts to break free and instead settle against his chest. With Nero's even breathing you feel the tension in your body slowly vanish and sleep creeping closer. Resigning yourself to your fate you close your eyes and drift of to sweet dreams starring the man under you.

[bobbiejelly]

Prom

You see your panties tacked to a bulletin board the following morning and all you can think about is the fact that Addison Montgomery-Shepherd once had her hands all over your underwear. - Meredith Grey 

MerAdd. meddison. F/F. Meredith Grey/Addison Montgomery. Beginning at GA-S2-E27, "Losing My Religion". Rated M for Chapter 1, Rated E for Future Chapters. Femslash.

  Chapter 1: Prom?

 You're a junior surgical intern at Seattle Grace Hospital named Meredith Grey and you have a massive problem eating away at you after the hospital prom.

And not the one that most people would imagine after having let your ex-boyfriend Derek Shepherd sleep with you while he's still married to Addison Montgomery-Shepherd, the tall leggy and fabulous McHot redhead goddess who is painfully smart, and annoyingly kind, and whom you have a massive inappropriate crush on, and have since she showed up here in Seattle.

You're really in some boiling hot water, now, you think to yourself…

You tell yourself you're not in love with her, already, because that would be totally insane, right?

You tell her that it's normal you quiver whenever you're with her on a consult.

Addison is your sort-of-mistake-of-a-not-boyfriend-Derek's WIFE for Crissakes!

(Years later, you'll realize you've already loved  her;  much more than you've ever loved him.)

You see your panties tacked to a bulletin board the following morning and all you can think about is the fact that Addison Montgomery-Shepherd once had her hands all over your underwear.

The thought nearly brings you to your knees with desire and you can't look her in the eye and not for the reason everyone thinks that you can't.

She's eyeing you because she knows you're a slut and she has proof now but she's not shouting it from the rooftops because she's classier than that.

And at the same time, she's all the pettier for 39.

The thought of her revenge really turns you on, and you're slightly shy about how hot-and-bothered you are at her angry and jealous reaction, as you pretend to yourself that it was for you and not him.

(Years later, Addison will drunkenly confess to you that it was jealousy for you, all along, and not for him as well...)

You know it was to send a message that only you could fully understand and maybe him. She knows and you know it was you even while Callie Torres claimed the blank undergarment as her own just to make George O'Malley blind jealous with rage.

When Derek found out about you losing your underwear and finding them tacked under the "Lost And Found '' sign he made a comment about how if there was a land called "Passive Agressiva" then she would be their queen.

Even Addison agrees with this assessment- because she's Addison- and she takes all the insults in stride; including being called "Satan" and "Slut" and "Whore" amongst other things like "Mrs. McDreamy" and "Ruler of All That Is Evil" and "McHot" which are more ambiguous as to whether or not they are good or bad.

You know that thinking more about how Derek calls her "the devil" will make you only fantasize harder about how kinky she must be.

Did Derek ever do stuff with her that would make him refer to her as such a thing?

Or was it just a figure of speech for him?

(Years later you would be extremely tempted to ask Mark Sloan about all of this. Though you're not sure you could compete with McSteamy for her affections.)

(And you're not sure you could punch him to the ground just like Derek did that one time if it didn't go well when you asked your co-dirty-mistress what it was like to screw around with the wife.)

(Besides, he might ask you what it was like to screw around with the husband and you're not sure if you want to know that side about Mark Sloan yet or maybe ever.)

You think that he never truly discovered Addison's true sexual prowess in the way that he could have because you hear secondhand or third hand from someone who heard it from Callie that he never slept with her starting from five years into their marriage.

You wonder how the hell he didn't when she was right there beside him in bed.

You realize you pointedly didn't think about why she didn't want to sleep with your mutual Derek the back half of her marriage, or maybe she did, and he just didn't and that was the answer.

You're sort of forgiving her for sleeping with Mark because you screw a hundred people when things aren't going well for you and it's not like you weren't getting laid in the first place.

Idly, you wonder if she feeds her libido with her own hands when she's not getting lucky with her McMen.

(Years later, you would find out she didn't even know how to do that to herself for years and she still doesn't without a showerhead).

(You would wonder at that point how she didn't combust internally from the pent up sexual frustration.)

(You wonder if she just had a lot of wet dreams, and when you find out that that's the case it sends you into a tailspin or imagination of what that must have felt like for her, and what those dreams were like and who they could have been about...)

(You wonder if she ever had even one of those dirty dreams about YOU.)

(Even once. Just out of some bizarre curiosity? A morbid fascination with the ex-husband's ex-mistress?)

(You try not to do THAT to yourself as you think of this thought. Fantasizing about someone's hypothetical fantasies is beyond fucked up, right? Even for you, about Addison no longer Shepherd?)

You can feel Addison staring at you all day and it's driving you crazy and not for the reason everyone thinks that it does.

Derek just thinks you're reacting to her post-divorce and staying in Seattle and trauma from being called "the other woman" again.

You'll never, ever, tell him that you're blushing because the predatory gaze is really working for you and you can't match it because you're scared she'll hate you even more for the truth if she finds out by reading your mind through your expression.

You stare at Addison only when you know she can't look at you back, or when it's socially appropriate to do so-

Such as in an O.R, or while she's the one currently talking in a conversation...

Or when she's teaching you over a patient and you have to quell your potential sexuality crisis to avoid earning a malpractice lawsuit from doing or saying something completely inappropriate regarding her in front of someone's dear friends and also family.

At some point, she asks you rhetorically "what the hell does he see in you anyway? What do you do for him that I can't or at least can't anymore? What about you makes him want you and not me?"

You bite your lip not to answer back in your lowest seductive tone "I can show you if you really do want to know..."

(Years later you'll wish you had been that much more foreword with her so maybe you two could have skipped some or all of this angst period and just hooked up then sooner, rather than eons later).

(But when you admit this to Addison, she'll tell you then, otherwise).

(You're not 100% sure if you believe her when she says this, but you decide to go along with it anyway because you really do love her.)

The turning point can't be for you two when you left Derek via a nonsexual double-entendre at Cristina's nonsuccessful wedding with Burke.

You cut your best friend out of her wedding dress and you hear her cry and you watch her, to make sure she's okay.

You're offered her ticket to go to Hawaii and on her honeymoon with her and when she makes a comment about you being seen as her "lesbian lover" by clueless passerby's you try not to stiffen at her accidental implication that you might not be straight after all.

The last time you joked about becoming lesbians was when you Derek were over or so you thought at the time and she and Burke were having issues too and you ran into the elevator muttering something about switching sides.

You would never want to do this WITH Cristina, though if she chose to start swinging that way with someone else you knew you would support her wholeheartedly.

You wonder if Cristina would support you the same way if she knew you were fantasizing about naked ladies.

The boys would love you even more for it. You're not sure what Izzie would say or what Callie would say but you decide that Izzie has probably kissed a girl at some point and that Callie probably wants to.

You don't ask either way?

You're in the stairwell one day and you see Addison catching her breath and you ask her what's wrong and she bursts into tears. She yells at you when you find her crying again in a supply closet and tells you to stay the fuck away.

But she didn't yell at you in the stairwell. She let you lay a hand out to her hip and say that you're sorry.

She let you apologize before she said thank you and walked away. You're not sure if she just needed to hear that from you, or if she knew you really needed to say it for yourself to her and she has enough of an inexplicable soft spot for you that she let you say it just to see the guilt wash off your face for a split second.

You realize you didn't feel ashamed when you were with her at that moment. You wonder if that's because you know and she knows that she's guilty of a similar act.

You ask Derek once he starts leading you on again what she was like in bed.

He thinks you're trying to win out competition over her for him, so he tells you.

(Years later, he realizes he could not have ever been more wrong about who you were always fighting for, really, between the two of them...)

He wants you to win over his wife, you think, even though he didn't come to the bar that night you said your 'pick me, choose me, love me' bullshit.

In retrospect, you realize begging someone to love you, is not a good way not to seem desperate.

You're desperate for Addison's attention even though you're not good at showing it.

You consider saying to her "I slept with Derek to get you to look at me, the same way you might have slept with Mark Sloan to get Derek to look at you".

But then you would never say that because you don't want to bring up her past failures even if she does herself, even to you, and that she did so to stand up for you on your first day of work, and you don't think it was because of Derek at all.

Addison said 'good girl' on her first or second day, and she really meant it, you think when you don't go back to him after she walked in to introduce herself in the hospital lobby.

(Years later, she'll tell you she really did want the best for you, then and that it was not about any sort of strengthening her claim on her then-husband.)

You wish you could tell her "good girl" as you're screwing her through her second or third orgasm of a heated evening.

(Years later, you'll realize that this is as good as you dreamed it to be...)

You realize she started seeing you as "as a person" when your friends tell you her voice broke when she said to them "you should prepare yourselves" when you drowned off the sound and she was there in your room watching with terrified eyes that you might not come back.

(Years later you'll ask her what you looked like in that hospital bed and she'll break down and cry and tell you that's when she knew you meant something to her).

When Addison left Seattle Grace Hospital and she left Seattle for good (or so you both thought at the time…), you never thought you would ever be able to explain to Derek why you cried as she walked away from you after giving you a look at the wedding when you left her ex-husband and your ex-boyfriend at the same time you called off Cristina's wedding to Burke.

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 It's approximately one year later when you finally crack and hit on Addison for real, at a bar, at Emerald City Bar, of course, and no less...

It's after she cares back to Seattle for a consult and she defended you to Derek and also defended Derek to you.

You asked if she was leaving already and she gave you some speech about a beach and Zen and Ghandi but all you could hear was the smoothness of her voice, husky after a drink or two.

You catch her arm again.

Addison turns around.

You tell her that now that Derek is with rose and that she doesn't want Mark now that you want her to know from you, only if she wants to, of course maybe just why Derek might have taken you home his first night in Seattle.

She stares wide-eyed at you before she drops your gaze for a second to ask you if this was the bar where he said he was just a guy and you said you were just a girl.

When you say it is, sadly, and a bit embarrassed about it...

That's when she surprises you beyond all expectations and says she cares too much about you to take advantage of your guilt to have sex with you just for her personal discovery.

You tell her that you put it that way to her because you didn't think she would sleep with you otherwise.

She looks at you sadly and gives you another hug and pulls you into her chest again because she doesn't want you to feel that your body is to be used for other people in that sort of way.

This time hugging Addison without Derek around is making you melt beyond all repair.

You cling to the back of her coat and she holds onto you and she nuzzles your head and she says she's sorry that her ex-husband never made good on his promise to her not ever to hurt you again.

You ask her when he promised her that.

Addison tells you that you were high at the time.

You realize that's when you thought you were pregnant with her husband's adulterous love-child baby and she was there to break the news that you weren't.

You just had a ruptured appendix and all your ex-boyfriends showed up to fix you in the same room at the same time and it made Bailey chuckle, albeit maybe not fondly, or maybe so, after all, you were high so you're not really sure.

You tell her you don't remember anything she said or what you said but you vaguely remember her talking with you in the same compassionate voice that she's using now with you while you were on morphine.

Addison smiles a sigh of relief when you tell her this news and you realize she must have said something to you she wasn't ready for you to hear her say yet, because she doesn't repeat to you now what she said to you when she was sober and you weren't.

(Years later when she does finally confess her speech about wishing she had a lot of things' and confessed that she wishes... ‘A lot of things' were things about doing right by you, and also about doing things with you, both platonically and also sexually...)

(Well, you'll hold her in your arms the way she was doing to you then at the bar when she came to Seattle one time.)

(Only you'll be lying down next to her to pull her head under your chin because you're too short and she is too tall for you to do that while you are both standing up.)

You ask Addison if she wants to talk more with you now and she says that she does.

She takes you home to your house because she says that taking you to her hotel room would be really trashy of her.

You think it doesn't matter if you end up taking your clothes off anyway but she seems to think that it really does.

You don't remember the cab ride to your place from Joe's, you didn't talk much, you just remember running your hand up her thigh and her not pulling away when you rubbed circles up to her hip.

You do remember arriving at your house and letting her in.

You realize that she's actually never seen this house before and you laugh at the thought because she's the only surgeon at Seattle Grace so far that hasn't set foot in this place, much less lived here at some point, like most of your intern friends and also Derek.

You don't talk about your mutual ex at all. You make it a point not to. You know tonight is for her and you, and you and her, only.

He's taken enough out of you both that you can recognize the scars that he scratched into your souls.

You can see through to them even before you start to take off her coat and she offers to hang yours alongside hers on the coat rack.

You make her some coffee in your kitchen to sober you both up a little.

And over coffee, you realize that you really do enjoy each other's company.

You realize you've never hung out with her, not high, one on one before, and you enjoy it at least as much as she does.

Addison is finished her coffee by the time you start making cocoa because you know she really likes it and she tells you she drinks it for good juju even when nobody has already died.

You start to be more touchy-feely with her while you start drinking your cocoa because she has her hands around your shoulder and she's kissing your temple.

You pull away just enough to ask her if she's drunk or if you are drunk. She says you're both probably not given the early time you left the bar together and the amount of non-alcoholic liquids and/or caffeine you both have consumed.

You say that's good because you don't want to take advantage of her. You won't make her a cheap lay just because she's good looking and vulnerable.

She's appalled by the thought because she was once your attending. You tell her she's not anymore because she moved to California, and she giggles when she tells you about things in LA.

You don't tell her that Derek once accused you of taking advantage of him at a bar.

You know that bringing him up will upset her and you- and that it's actually a really arrogant thing for him to have said to you on your first day of work.

You realize that Addison is better than him because she didn't let herself think of you in 'that way' while she was your boss because she didn't want you to become twice over a hospital whore from the other half of the same fucked-up marriage.

Addison wanted you too, but she never said, because she didn't want you to want her back while she was your superior.

You ask why you're different to her from Alex Karev. She says that she regrets Alex anyway, but with him at least she knew somehow even before he turned her down that despite what she heard second hand from Rebecca the patient that he would never actually fall for her for real.

You realize from this that she's insinuating that she thinks you would if you slept with her, then. You're appalled that she had such good a read on you while she was pretending to hate you for screwing her husband.

She tells you she has a much better poker face from years of being a Doctor. She tells you that you'll develop the same skill but she hopes that just because you'll learn to lie that you won't in a bad way.

You realize how much she has hurt for you and that you have hurt for her.

She says it's okay because she's glad she's met you.

You cry when you hear her speak those words because you've never heard those even from your own mother and father or even your uncle Richard.

It makes her cry for you, and you kiss her on the cheek just to make her stop sobbing so hard.

She starts laughing uncontrollably and you ask why and she says that she kissed Alex Karev at Joe's bar a year ago when he said that he never really had a real dad.

You ask why this is funny and she says that she must have an MO because she was about to ask you if you wanted for her to kiss her on the lips before you started to give her a kiss on the cheek.

You ask Addison if she still wants to ask you that anyway. And she says that she does.

You tell her that you wanted to kiss her for a really long time but that you didn't even know if she could swing that way.

She says she hasn't since before Derek, but that she used to be openly bisexual back in her college days.

You realized you'd moaned at her sentence when you see her eyes darkening and you feel her shiver and she asks if you're even gay at all.

You say that you always were (gay; a lot more than just a little bit, though not entirely, either...) and that you haven't been since Derek, either, but that you haven't stopped thinking about women and you haven't forgotten how to give them pleasure, either.

This time you notice that she's the one to moan out at your sentence.

You ask her what you never asked her all of those years ago.

You ask her if she finally wants to find out what you're made of.

She says she wants to have you naked only if you're sure you want to but not because of anything to do with other men.

You say that that's even better and you tell her you've wanted to have your way with her for a very long time.

She asks you since when?

You tell her since the hospital prom.

She asks you why, then?

You tell Addison you were watching her over Finn's shoulder and that you saw her watching you, too, along with Derek.

That she's the reason you got overheated when Finn Dandridge started talking about plans, and that when you ran off into the hallway, you'd wished it was her and not him to confront you in an exam room.

You wished it was her and not him who talked to you and gave you a speech about how they wished they weren't distracted by you.

How you wished with everything that you had that it was her and not him taking off your panties and making you come undone on that table next to the other bulletin board where your panties had once been.

How you wished it was her pocket that your panties had ended up in and not his, except a part of you was really glad and still is that you didn't turn her into the whore that you were that night.

How you were glad she didn't have to withstand the shame and the whispering and the chatter.

You tell her how you'd seen your panties tacked to a bulletin board the morning after that prom, and all you could think about since then is the fact that Addison Montgomery-No-Longer-Shepherd once had her hands all over your underwear.

She asks you if you want her to touch your panties again. You tell that you do always wanted to! And that you still do! And that you want her you want to take hers off as well!

You lead her upstairs to your bedroom and you close the door securely behind you.

You press her up against your bedroom door and you lean in to cup her face with your hands.

You tell her how beautiful she is and that she's a good person and that you hate how she doesn't love herself to let people tell her that without starting to protest.

You tell her you've seen the pain in her eyes and all you've ever wanted to do for her is to kiss it all better.

She says that the moment your lips touch hers that you will and that she's already long forgiven you for prom and for everything.

She says she asked on both sides for you to be with her own ex-husband because she thought that's what you wanted and what you needed to be happy and not even him.

You tell her that you're the doctor Shepherd you've always wanted most- and that she's not even called that and that makes it even better for you.

Addison tells you that you're the individual that she's actually secretly pined over for the longest time and that she'd thought she was going to live out her life without ever telling you that.

You swoon completely, and then you ask Addison if you can stop talking now and get to the kissing already.

She smiles and she leans into your forehead and you lean into hers.

And she asks you to start it first so she knows that you're certain.

And you say that you're more than sure.

And then you take her lips into hers.

And then you kiss her for hours.

Since you want to enjoy this.

You kiss Addison long and slow.

You haven't had this much fun since before you can remember back to.

Even more so than any and all sex you have previously had all combined.

And then you never ever let go, and neither does she, and you and Addison Montgomery spend the next few hours in pure unadulterated bliss in your bedroom.

You don't give a care what people at the hospital might do or say or tell other people behind both of your backs like they always do.

And it's far, far, far, better than any sex that either of you has ever had, previously, with anyone, much less with Finn or with Derek or with Mark or with George...

It's much, much, better than any sex or kisses or touches either of you has ever had at any event in your lives that may or may not be referred to as some sort of a Prom!

(Years later, when you talk about your first time together, still, to this day you'll remember saying that it was the best sex of your lives thus far. Period. Ever.)

 -Meredith Grey

As retold years later to Addison Montgomery. After your wedding to her. You tell this to her... And you tell her again, at your ten year anniversary, and again, when your first child together is finally born. And you both lived happily ever after, ever since, after all, even after the total disaster at the hospital Prom.

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   Author's Note:

Did you read the abridged version in bold throughout the story?

LOL. Semi-cheap writer's tactics. But it's a prom, so we get to be a bit corny and lame and a little bit cheesy, I guess…

Hope you enjoyed this story.

A lot of this was strongly influenced by reading AddisonAddek's work (you'll see some of your sylistics here, with the time jumps and self-angst and also the second person… Which I now apparently love. As an author, you're not sure if you'll like changing things up, but when you do, you think it's a little bit terrifying in a good way!)

Of course also shoutout to LordOfLezzies as usual as I'm rereading all their old works and I'm inspired by all the creative scenarios and I still have not seen this particular one anywhere so I decided to give it a go.

So, welcome to this one-shot of Prom? With MerAdd aftermath and also ending.

A slight homage to Coldplay's multiple versions of their hit song 'Lost!', here, with all the different punctuation marks.

How this ended up being written at 5 AM in the morning on a cell phone I will never understand.

See you around, folks. If you really, really, really, want to see the smut that is only implied here, let me know; that's why I left this open for more because I know myself well enough that I probably can't stay away. Though I'm really busy right now so maybe I will just leave it at that… Let me know in the comments!

Hope to hear all your thoughts on this.

If you're looking for something else to read, there's a new chapter up of Soothe - Chapter 16, and I'm hoping to get another one up really soon, as that is probably one of my favorite fanfictions that I've ever worked on.

Cheers, and see you around in the reviews, much love,

 bobbiejelly

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Never before has she known this texture of comfort. Every form of respite is an act of resistance for her. Relaxation was a strange phenomenon she learned in the past fifteen years and, despite that, sleep has never gotten easier. Until now.

One minute, she’s laying in bed with Bruce, unveiled windows open to the starless New York sky, discussing hypothetical space scenarios. The next, she’s asleep, nestled into him. Yet, when morning comes, she’s alone. Alone in Bruce’s room in Stark Tower.

The sheets cascade off her as she sits up. Obviously he fell asleep after her but, in order to get her under the covers, he had to move off the bed. It seems he got up and didn’t come back, judging by the relatively undisturbed bedspread beside her. She pushes out of the blanket swath, swallowing humid morning breath and the unpleasant myriad of ideas that arises. Instead of her usual tactical approach, she elects to look for answers before forming theories. Relationship matters, she’s learned, are seldom approached like battles and missions.

Finding him isn’t difficult. When she does, she wishes it had been harder, because maybe that would prevent the irritation that swells in her diaphragm.

He’s asleep on a couch, clad in pajamas, socks still on. There’s an inadequately sized blanket drawn over his torso and thighs, leaving the rest of him exposed and sprawled out. This couch isn’t even large enough to accommodate him lying down and, yet, he chose it over all the other sofas and nooks in the tower. He chose this over sleeping with her.

Yeah, she’s annoyed. A little hurt, even. Had this been the start of their relationship, it wouldn’t be a big deal, but they’d been together half a year now, and they’ve liked each other a hell of a lot longer than that. He’s even spent the night at her place before. What makes it somehow worse is knowing what this is probably about. This is likely something they’ve discussed and discussed for a lot longer than they’ve been together in a relationship. She’s been patient—how could she not when his trauma is so similar to hers?—but she’s entitled to this frustration. After the talks, the assurances, the reassurances, a few tears, the sheer volume of evidence, she gets to be frustrated when he won’t stay beside her even when they’re asleep.

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Oh oh oh! Directors commentary on I have guidelines?? 💖

Oh gosh, I sort of reblogged that thing thinking it would be fun and not sure if I'd get a request, and now I'm not entirely sure where to start! But thank you Sal, you are such a joy to have as a friend in this fandom and I am grateful for you -- hopefully the ramblings I am about to write will be somewhat comprehensible & enjoyable for you!

Under the cut because I have a feeling it's going to get long!

I'm sorta gonna skim through the story and talk briefly about it when things stick out, and makes general notes as I go. Basically there is no system to this, I truly am just going to ramble and I am so sorry!

I Have Guidelines starting forming as an idea because I was reading a lot of fanficion (specifically Klaine) during the 2020 NZ lockdown. Fake dating is my favourite trope, I will eat it up every time. And the thing about fake dating is that is can be so silly and unrealistic, that's the fun of it! But I started to wonder... what if one of them was super self-aware about the trope, and our boys went into it knowing that in stories, they'd probably fall in love. Of course, in IHG they actually are already in love, but they sort of missed their chance and fumbled and committed to a friendship somewhere along the way. I guess with them being aware of the trope, I felt like it was a fresh approach to it, almost a way to spoof it whilst still being grounded and real about it, not making fun of it so much as figuring out how it works and using it to my advantage.

It was really important to me that Kurt & Blaine had a really solid friendship in the story, and I hope that comes across. Like they know each other inside and out, so thoroughly. I feel like that's there right from the start, with Kurt knowing Blaine's schedule, how comfortable they are in each others spaces, the slight exasperation in Kurt's attitude towards the whole thing - an exasperation he's only showing because they just know that they are there for each other, no matter what.

The conversation where Kurt outlines the guidelines - I think that was sort of a way for me to cheat a few of the classic parts of this trope - the tension wasn't going to come from things like 'there was only one bed' and 'everyone wants us to kiss', it was going to come from them anticipating it & it still having an affect on them. I really relied on The Proposal (2009) for that part - Andrew & Margaret having to kiss in front of everyone and them being shocked by that, Andrew & Margaret only being given one bed and them being shocked by that, etc etc. Side note: I have been deeply in love with Sandra Bullock from the age of 8 years old, and so I've watched that movie a terrifying amount of times, ily to The Proposal & Margaret Tate (and the fake dating in it still hits!) Anyway, I basically just tried to think of the things that shocked them in that movie and then have Kurt and Blaine talk about them.

"There's a fifth guideline. Kurt doesn't say it out loud because it's just for him.

Don't let Blaine find out you're already in love with him."

I mean, this line just ups the stakes, right? I toyed around with the idea that they actually didn't know they were in love, and Kurt was just genuinely like 'people always fall in love when they do this so here are some guidelines so we don't fall into the same trap'. But, it's Kurt and Blaine. It's sort of hard to imagine them not in love with each other. I think Kurt going into it knowing he loves Blaine and using these guidelines as some sort of self-preservation brings a certain longing & yearning into it.

The little practice fake-date was so fun to write, and I knew I wanted something to happen before they even go on the work trip, just to make sure the reader and Kurt & Blaine knew that this... was of course going to end up as a Whole Thing. There's no way it couldn't, but I feel like this little scene really lays that out on the line. The fact that they're having so much fun and it feels so natural... I mean, come on boys. That should have been your first clue! Blaine singing When I Get You Alone (I love to sprinkle in canon!) was so fun, and the two of them already sort of getting lost in it and not knowing if it's real or not... the two kisses, sort of using the excuse that their competing on who can seem like the best at acting in love. I guess my aim with that scene was to be, like, hey, clearly this is already sort of murky and probably going to create some sort of change in your dynamic. Back out now! Well, that's the logical side of it. Thankfully, the boys are stupid and ploughed straight ahead with it all.

The whole time they're at the work event -- I wanted to bring in so many characters. I wanted it to feel full and real. There are characters from the show but in different roles in their lives, and there are OCs. I think the addition of Wes was so important: there needed to be someone from their past, that knew them as friends, who didn't bat an eye at them supposedly becoming an item. Also, I will never pass up an opportunity to write Kitty. I find her endlessly interesting, and I just don't think the show gave us enough of her, or fleshed out her character enough. So yeah, I will never say no to including her in my stories. Fun little side note about Kitty: I actually wrote a little scene a bit further in the story where Kurt confessed to Kitty that he & Blaine were faking their relationship, and Kitty was intuitive & wise and it was super sweet, but I ended up taking it out.

I'm going to admit something: I actually have no idea what happens on work retreats or if they're even a real thing? I just had this vague memory of a Cameron Diaz movie where they go to a work event and it was like a weekend away at some fancy place? Anyway, I made most of the work-related stuff up and sort of leaned on Holly being this weird, floaty character to carry that off.

Also -- I am very sorry to the Sebastian lovers in the fandom. I did him a little dirty in this. Well, I don't know. I feel like it was sorta in line with his actions in the show, but anyway. He's an easy villain. (Sorry!)

I mostly added in the bit about Blaine having told his dad that they're together too because I thought it was sort of funny. But I guess it's also just adding to this narrative that the people closest to them in their lives are not in the slightest bit shocked by the thought of them being a couple.

"Who else would it be?"

Because he's the only one it could or would ever be!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The little bit at dinner between Holly & Kurt - I wanted to give some depth to Holly's character. I knew I was sort of just using her for the plot a bit, so I decided it would be nice to give her some depth. Also I love Holly Holliday *waves at the half-written holly x emma fic i have written*

Oh, I want to talk about the bit where Blaine draws a bath for Kurt and has his favourite album playing etc. I hope this came across but I really wanted the reader to know that, despite Kurt being surprised and grateful for the gesture, it's not out of character for Blaine to do something like that. That's just who he is. Self-aware and thinking of others and then acting on that, doing what he can to make Kurt comfortable. Knowing he probably needs a night off because what Blaine has asked of him is a lot. It was just important for me to show that Blaine cares and understands the gravity of the situation, I guess.

The library scene was entirely self-indulgent. Persuasion is my favourite book of all time and deals with the idea of two people loving each other for so long, but being apart. Maybe that's why I tend to write about that. About Kurt and Blaine taking years and years to finally get together. I think there is such a specific pain in that, and it gives me worms for brains every fucking time. I felt like the story of Persuasion had a link to this story, which is why I used it. But also I am just a big Austen fan hahaha

When Rani asks Blaine about the moment he knew he was in love with Kurt, I knew I wanted the moment he talked about to be a real one. I decided to use a real moment from the show, so the readers knew just as well as Kurt did that he wasn't making something up. I felt like that blurred the lines really well, and would plant a little seed (along with all of the other seeds so far) of doubt in Kurt's mind about what's real and what's not.

The part when they finally get angry at each other (it was always going to happen haha) was fun to write as well. There's just something about writing a scene so full of tension when you know you're about to snap it. I think it was important for the boys to express this perception they have of each other - that Blaine thinks Kurt just sleeps with whoever and doesn't care, and that Kurt can't understand why Blaine doesn't. Because the truth is, that's not the truth, and they both know it. But it's almost like they need to verbalise it to be assured by the other that it's not true (although that assurance comes later during the scene when they sneak off and lay in the park).

The bit where Kurt finds Sebastian, well, I think that part is there so that we can understand why Blaine does what he does next. He doesn't want to play games. They've been through so much already this week and he knows, really, what Kurt feels for him. He understood it when Kurt kissed him in front of Sebastian the night before and he had tasted jealousy.

"Good. Because your guidelines didn't say anything about me not being allowed to fuck you."

This sort of came to me fairly early on, and I knew there would be a sex scene. And I knew they wouldn't really have talked about it properly first, just that their emotions would be so heightened and extreme and that they would be wound so tight with the things they were both dealing with about the whole situation, and this sort of snap was inevitable.

It was the first piece of smut I ever wrote and I am actually pretty proud of it. I think it conveys exactly what I needed it to.

The next morning, the way the 'I love you's' happen with no preamble, they're just said. I needed that part to be easy. I felt like they deserved it. They deserved to just tell each other how they felt, after a decade of hiding and burying their feelings.

So it's just Blaine saying, "Hey Kurt? I'm in love with you" and Kurt saying, "I'm in love with you too" back. Simple as that.

The escaping to the park was just to show that they did have stuff to talk about, and they get into it a little bit, but you know there's more to talk about. It's a big shift. But they're mature enough to do it.

And then I finished it off with a fun little Teenage Dream callback and the nice nod to the future, one that they're sharing together!

WOoooo ok that was a lot, and I'm so sorry for rambling. Honestly, I'll be surprised if anyone reads all of this but it was fun to revisit my first fic & honestly, my favourite even to this day. I guess, overall, I just wanted every part of this fic to have meaning. I wanted there to be a reason to it. I wanted the important things to feel important. I wanted it to be this sort of fun, silly story that was actually steeped quite deeply in realness, and pain, and love, and for there to be this nice bittersweet feeling at the end, like, oh, they finally figured it out. It took them so long but now they get to be happy. Really happy.

ok that's all from me (and it was far too much). lots of luv!

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Flynn is a nerd

Just recently I hit over a 1000 folowers so to celebrate it somehow I’ve written my first ever fanficion. English isn’t my first language so there may be some errors. Plus I tried to use  history facts and I am not @qqueenofhades so this ain’t perfect. But it’s a short fluffy Garcy story so I hope y’all can enjoy it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15206630

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Lucy always knew that Flynn was a history nerd. But just recently she started to notice how much does he really knows. It all started from Salem, when he talked about witch hunt. She was impressed with him and found this trait quite attractive. Well, to be honest she recently found a lot of his traits attractive like his ability to always make her laugh or that he always was there for here or that tongue thing that makes Lucy want to check what else his tongue can do…

Before she went to his room with Vodka in her hands, she never really paid attention to any details regarding interior of his room. But when she was sitting in his bed with half empty glass, casually talking to him she noticed all the little things that she didn’t noticed before. She was also able to spot some well-known history books, some  that she has heard of and many that she didn’t know about. Many of them were in languages that she didn’t know. She was impressed again.

One day she woke up really early in the morning and she noticed that he wasn’t in the bed that they shared. He offered his bed for her after the trip to save Robert Johnson, because he couldn’t stand the fact that she had to sleep on that utterly uncomfortable couch. And of course she didn’t agree to his proposal, she didn’t want to steal his bed. He was too tall to sleep on the cot and Lucy couldn’t even imagine how unpleasant  would have to be a night on the couch for him, when it was so unpleasant for her and she is small compared to his 6”4 Croatian ass. So they have decided to share the bed. Platonically of course. Anyway, when she has noticed that Flynn was gone she decided to look for him. She found him in the kitchen. He was sitting in front on the laptop. Lucy walked behind him and peeked on his screen. Apparently he was reading about Polish legislative election of 1989. ‑ Why are you reading about Polish election ? – she asked. Garcia jumped and glanced at her. He looked like a child cough stealing candies form the jar. -Well – he responded after a while – I  couldn’t sleep so I figured I do some research to see where Rittenhouse could stroke next. I went here to not to disturb you. I checked some things on Wikipedia and I suppose I got lost in all this knowledge, because I clearly remember starting on 2am with the intention on checking some things about  Spring of Nations – the thought  of Garcia Flynn ex-NSA asset and dangerous killer getting lost in Wikipedia vortex in addition to the ridiculous expression on his face, made Lucy laugh so much she had to keep her hands on her mouth to keep quiet, but she just  couldn’t do it. Flynn observed her reaction. The way her whole face lit up, her eyes started shining more than usual and he couldn’t help himself but to smile. It was one of his special heart-melting smiles reserved just for Lucy. -Okay, I get it – he giggled -  What do you say about breakfast as a method of bribery for you to forget about this incident or at least to keep your mouth shut in for of the team ? - I am offended that you would assume that I am that cheap – Lucy teased wiping the tears of joy for her eyes. - Oh, expensive aren’t you – Garcia joked and got closer to her face, that she could see subtle stubble on his chin – and if I would make you your favorite meal and served it to you in bed? – Lucy’s cheeks became a little pink because of  the way he accented the last part of the question.  She noted slightly. - I will be waiting at you in bed – she said as she turn around to go to their room and to hide –now- red cheeks. Flynn smirked to himself and get up to make some breakfast. When he came back to their room Lucy was sleeping as if nothing had happened. He didn’t have the heart to wake her up so instead he laid the tray with food on the makeshift coffee table and slipped himself to bed. Soon enough they were both sleeping  cuddled to each other platonically of course.

They were woke up by the alarm. The mothership jumped. Lucy and Flynn joined the team in the common room. – Poland, Lipno 10 May 1961 – Rufus exclaimed. – What the hell happened in Poland in 1961? – asked Wyatt. Lucy stared at him blankly. She had literally never heard of anything important happening in Lipno in 1961. Then she heard Garcia laughing like he just heard the funniest joke of his entire existence. The whole team was staring at him. They never seen ‘this’ before. – Is he laughing ? Actually laughing ? Like a human person ? – Rufus questioned. Jiya looked at him shocked and a bit amused by the behavior of Flynn. Unlike Wyatt who demanded explanation – What so funny about this Flynn ?- Garcia glanced at Lucy with extreme joy in his eyes and answered – Well, In 1961 in Lipno Lech Wałęsa  Polish politician and labor activist finished school. Guessing by your puzzled looks you have no idea who Lech Wałęsa is and why he is so important to the history – stated Flynn - He co-founded and headed Solidarność, the Soviet bloc's first independent trade union and thanks to him and 1989 Round Table Agreement there was Revolutions of 1989 sometimes called the Autumn of Nations – finished Flynn and then done his usual tongue thing. Everybody apart from Lucy looked at him like he just said to them that Wałęsa was the first man to fight the  hydra. Whereas Lucy though she will die on the spot because of the way her knees become weak at the end of Garcia statement. Damn him and his extensive history knowledge and his damn tongue that seems to never  stay where he supposed to be, but that could be used in some good ways… Lucy coughed because her throat became really dry all of a sudden. – What is this Autumn of Nations you are speaking of ?- Agent Christopher asked.  –It’s a part of a revolutionary wave in the late 1980s and early 1990s that resulted in the end of communist rule in Central and Eastern Europe and beyond – explained Flynn. -  The events of the full-blown revolution began in Poland in 1989 and continued in Hungary, East Germany, Bulgaria, Czechoslovakia and Romania. One feature common to most of these developments was the extensive use of campaigns of civil resistance, demonstrating popular opposition to the continuation of one-party rule and contributing to the pressure for change – said Lucy. – One of main goals were civil liberty, free and fair elections, right to recall of elected officials, political freedoms and labor rights. Things that Rittenhouse isn’t the biggest fan – added Garcia. – So Poland 1961 it is – stated Rufus. All of them got into the Lifeboat and went to the past.

The whole team managed to steal clothes and now they were heading to vocational school were young Lech Wałęsa was a student. They divided in two groups. Wyatt and Rufus went to scope parameter and Garcia went with Lucy to school to check if the sleeper was inside. Lucy was looking around when Flynn was asking questions to a teacher. He was the only one form the team who spoke Polish. After questioning they went around the school, but they didn’t find anything out of ordinary so they came back to Rufus and Wyatt hoping they discovered something. When they were talking some drunk man started to speak to them. - Pierdoleni Amerykańce - ( Fucking Americans) man started. Flynn was staring at him like he was ready to murder him right there where he was standing  - Przyjeżdżacie jakby Polska była waszą własnością i przywozicie to – (You are coming to Poland like you owned the place and you are bringing it) said man pointing a finger on Rufus. –What is he saying ?- Rufus asked not entirely sure if he wants to know the answer. – Sugeruje, żeby Pan sobie poszedł zanim Pan pożałuje, że zaczął tą rozmowe – (I suggest that you leave Mister, before you regret that you stared this conversation) fumed Flynn, his eyes  flicked with anger his voice was so low it almost sounded like a growl- Flynn what is happening? –Lucy asked and put her arm on his shoulder to stop him from killing this man on the spot  – To jest mój kraj i chuja mi Pan może zrobić – (This is my country and you Mister can do shit to me) responded drunk fellow, clearly alcohol disrupted his senses, because nobody right on their mind would said this to angry ex-military asset  - więc weź tą swoją dziwkę i spierdalaj – ( so take your whore and get the fuck out) and with this words Garcia Flynn punched the man with full force causing him to fall with blood dripping from his nose. Everybody looked at Garcia with question in eyes. – You really don’t want to know what he was saying – he stated. – I think we do, you just punched him in the face – Lucy demanded.  – Well he said that Rufus was “it”, he also said that we have to fuck off and that you are a… - he made a pause then looking with contempt on the man still laying on the ground- streetwalker, but he used stronger word. – I think… that in that case it’s justified –Rufus exclaimed after a while of awkward silence and Wyatt nodded slightly. – Okay let’s move on with a mission – said Lucy. They managed to finish the mission without any other obstacles on their way.  

When they came back Wyatt went straight to Jessica, because it was their ‘date night’. After Rufus changed his clothes he and Jiya put some Netflix on and started watching one of theirs favorite  tv series “Lucifer” saying that “Fox made huge mistake, but it’s okay, cause Netflix is better and doesn’t support Cheeto Voldemort”. In the meantime Lucy went to bathroom and Flynn to their room to change. Next both of them went to the kitchen. Garcia wanted to start dinner, but Lucy stopped him by putting her hand on his. She looked firmly at his bruised hand. – You know you can’t just go around punching people that saying dumb things – she remarked – You would be punched really often if that kind of action was legal – Flynn smirked while Lucy went to the freezer to get some ice for his hand. She put some ice cubes into the towel and then she took Garcia’s hand and placed ice on it. He made a tiny groan of pleasure. Lucy suddenly become extremely aware of the small space between them. She could smell his cologne that scent felt like home. They looked each other in the eyes with trust, devotion and something that Lucy couldn’t really put a finger on. – Well, good thing I can defend myself – Flynn responded with a smile on his lips. Lucy put down the towel with ice and checked his hand for more injuries, when she touched one spot he hissed quietly. – I didn’t touched you that hard, what are you twelve ? – Lucy asked amused – Yes on scale from one to ten – he smirked. – Oh my God. I can’t believe you just made that joke. You’re like a homicidal baby trash weasel. – she laughed. – And I am proud of that title.  And now If you- tiny beautiful impressive historian – let me I’m gonna do the dinner – Lucy blushed deeply at his remark – Did you just called me tiny, beautiful and impressive all in the same statement ? – Garcia moved closer to her  - I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true – he grinned.

Meanwhile Jiya and Rufus stopped watching the TV and focused on the couple in the kitchen – Are they flirting with each other ?- Rufus whispered. – I don’t think that they are aware of that, but that seems about right – Jiya replied and both of them returned their attention to the screen, because Lucy finally closed the gap between her and Flynn and they started to making out. –Finally – thought Jiya.

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Lawlicht Fanficion : My Angel of Music

So, here’s a Lawlicht I wrote. I was a little inspired by @lia-snow‘s doujin, where Hyde plays the violin. Because I can totally see that happen. So yee it’s fluffy and I hope there’s no typo or wrong spelling, I tried my best again aaah. If you want the song it here : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vng_txYFn70  I hope you’ll like it ! (Also, it’s a long post aha.)

Kranz and Guil were sitting in a room. It was almost midnight, they had a cup of thea i their hand and they were talking. "Enough of this, Guil ! We need to do something for these two !" Kranz said, after he drank. Guil answered him "I agree. We can ask help to the others subclasses if we need to." Kranz nodded.

The room was silent now. Both of them were searching for a plan. A plan who would make Lawless and Licht dating. Or at least, realize their feeling for each other.

They figured this out some days ago. Kranz knew Licht since he was a kid. He never saw the black haired boy in love, but when he saw how he was behaving with the Servamp after Tsubaki's attack, he guessed that was love. For him, it was pretty obvious. But given that Licht wasn't really used to these kinds of feelings, he asumed that he didn't understand what it was.

For Guil, it was pretty obvious that Lawless was in love. He remembered the times long ago, when Lawless was in love with Ophelia. The look he had on his eyes when he looked at her, was the same now with Licht, most of the times when he was listening to his piano. Sometimes he had a small blush on his cheeks, or just a dumb smile on his lips. He didn't know if Lawless was aware of his feelings, or just scared to admit them.

So, given that this two were uncapable to admit their feelings to the other, they decided it was their job to put them together. After a long silence, an idea popped in Guil's head. "Lawless can play the violin, and he's pretty good at it."

Kranz looked at him, and he picked up a book that was laying on the table between them. "That's one of Licht's favorite book. Knowing Lawless, I think he like it too ?" Kranz asked. "Yes, he does." Guil answered. Kranz was smiling, "Now, we have our plan. We just need to make sure it will work." He couldn't see it under his whale costume, but Guil was smiling too. After all these years, he was happy Lawless could find happiness again.

Lawless was walking in corridor. It was the afternoon and he just came back from his part-time job and he found a note in his room. Apparently from Licht. The note was telling him to come on the stage in the concert hall. It was where Licht was practising. He usually let him heard, but never some hours before a concert, because "I don't want a demon to listen to my angelic music just before I play it in front of people." he said. So Lawless was wondering what he wanted.

Licht was practising in the concert hall this time. Given that his piano for tonight was already there. He was enjoying it, because the concert hall is pretty big, so the sound resonates a lot. Plus, the hall is empty. But then someone entered in it. The creaking of the door made Licht stop. He wanted to shout at the person, but then he saw Kranz.

"Hello, Licht ! I'm sorry to bother you, but can you come with me for a minute ?" Kranz asked. Licht was confused, "Okay, but why ? I'm practising." Kranz was searching for his words. "Well, hum, just come." Licht stood up and followed Kranz. He saw Guil with a sort of box in his hand before he entered another room with Kranz, who seemed to be in a hurry. "I just have to keep him here for 5 minutes, not more, not less..." Kranz thought to himself.

Lawless said hello to Guil when he saw him. After that, he was in front of the concerts hall's door. He was a bit scared to open it. What if Licht shouted after him because he came ? "Well, anyways, he was the one that asked me to come, after all." He entered the concert hall, finding him empty.

Not totally empty. There was Licht's piano and next to it, there was a violin. He walked up to the stage and he saw some sheets of music. He was surprised too see it was the sheet of the song "Angel Of Music" from "The Phantom of the Opera".

He loved this song, he played it on the violin before. Even if he was still confused to not see Licht anywhere, he didn't ask himslelf quesions. Maybe Licht let these sheets on purpose ? Another copy was on his piano. It's been a long time since he played, but he wanted to try again. With that, he began to play.

Meanwhile, Kranz was trying to keep Licht in the room. After a minute of silence, Licht spoke "So, what do you want ?". Kranz was searching his words, to save time. "Hum, Licht, do you remember that book, the Pantom of the Opera ?". It was a stupid question, of course Licht does. "Well, yes, it's my favorite book, but you know that." Licht was really confused. "Do you know the lyrics of the songs ? Like, could you sing them ?" He didn't plan to make Licht sing, but he didn't know what to ask.

"Of course I can, there's nothing an angel like me can't do." He did one of his sparkling pose. "Yeah, you're right...". "But you want me to sing or what ?" Licht asked, even more confused. "No, no ! I was just asking." Kranz just noticed he was running out of time. "finally", he thought. "So, why did you make me come here for ?" Kranz stood up. "It was nothing really important ! I forgot ! But anyways, go back to practise now !" he almost pushed Licht out of the room.

At this point, Licht was lost. But he decided to go back to the concert hall. As he walked closer to the room, he heard some music notes, that a song he knew very well. He pushed the door and he saw Lawless, a violin in his hand, playing. It was a song he loved, "Angel of Music". Lawless didn't notice him when he entered the room. He walked up to the stage and, he didn't know why, he began to sing the lyrics.

"Where in the world, have you been hiding ? Really, you were perfect"

When he heard Licht, Lawless turned back and was a little scared and confused. But he didn't stop playing as Licht continued.

"I only wish I knew your secret. Who is your great tutor ?"

As he sang, he walked to his piano and sit. He began to play too. This song was a duet, so it was Lawless's turn to sing. Licht was a little scared he wouldn't sing and just stop playing.

"Father once spoke of an angel, I used to dream he's appear... Now as I sing, I can sense him ! And I know he's here !"  

Licht's heartbeat began to beat even more faster. The first thing is that he found that Lawless play really well, and the seconde is that he found his voice beautiful. Lawless continued.

"Here in this room, he calls me soflty ! Somewhere inside, hiding... Somehow I know he's always with me... He, the unseen genius !"

He watched Licht, smiling at him. Licht continued to sing. He never heard his Eve sing and he had to admit that his voice was even more beautiful like that.

"Hyde, you must have been dreaming ! Stories like this can't come true ! Hyde, you're talking in riddles, and it's not like you !"

Licht chooses to replace the original name by the one of Hyde. When he heard his name, Hyde began to blush. He walked closer to Licht, still playing perfectly, and he continued to sing.

"Angel of music, guide and guardian ! Grant to me your glory."

Licht continued, blushing a bit due to the small distance between them.

"Who is this angel ? This..."

And now they began to sing together, looking each other in the eyes.

"Angel of music, hide no longer ! Secret and strange angel..."

In the original song, the two character talk a little a the end of the song. But, without talking, they both ended the song with the right notes.

Now, Lawless was sitting next to Licht. They were both red, their hearts beating really fast and they look at each other in the eyes.

Without any words, Lawless put his violin on the piano. He placed a hand on Licht's hips and he pulled him closer. Licht put his hands around Lawless's neck. They were both trembling, but naturally, their lips was meet each other. It was a soft kiss, but full of passion and of love. After that, Lawless told to Licht "I love you, my Angel of Music." At what Licht answered "I-I love you too, my Demon of Music." With that, they kissed again, hugging each other thightly.

In the stands, Kranz and Guil were hidden. They watched the whole scene, and they shooked each other hand. Their plan had worked.