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acronym49 · 5 months ago

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Obey Me! Characters react to mc being a dragon

(trying my hand at writing headcanons, let me know what you think! Other brothers + dateables are a work in progress)

__Lucifer__

He's not optimistic. His brothers are hard enough as it is, but adding in a new large creature? It'd be better to just keep you down with Cerberus. Maybe he'd enjoy the new playmate.The annoyance turns to intrigue when he learns you have the mind of any other demon (or person, if you will). And you can speak? Strange. This wont make him like you by any means, of anything he will be very distrusting. As you live there, though, he starts getting used to you. He even enjoys your odd antics, and especially the way you can rally in any ensuing chaos (despite how often you cause it).On one or two rare occasions, he'd absently try to pet you on the head when he was in that 'dead tired from paperwork' state. Depending on your reaction, he might do it more. When/if he does end up falling for you, expect to be near him a lot (obviously). There's not so many head-pats, but he likes to have you sit next to him while he's working or reading, sometimes absently stroking you neck or asking your opinion on whatever he's working with. There'll definitely be some teasing as to how catlike you are at times, but he means it lovingly. *he might put a collar on you if you ask-*He wouldn't ever be the type to outright ask to ride on your back, but I have the feeling he'd make subtle hints to it.'Ah, darn, the ride canceled last second. How can we get there now?' Ykyk. He'll turn you down the first time when you ask if he wants to fly with you, but that's just the pride talking for him. He'd love nothing more. After all, one of the most powerful lords of hell swooping in upon a dragon? You two would be an awe-inspiring duo, that's for sure.

__Mammon__

Ugh, he's gotta watch the new student? Lame! Humans are so- what the fuck is that?He dosen't know how to react at first. This is the thing he's looking after? It'll be awkward for the first few days, but as we know, he falls for MC fast. Awkward silence changes to him griping about how you always have to follow him. After the pact, though, he realizes you're not so bad. You tease him a little bit, sure, but he notices how you praise him, too. Just simple compliments, like how he looks good in his shades, how he's so good at math, how he's super fun to be around. It makes him feel better, y'know? Other demons also seem to be a bit less inclined to make fun of him when you're around, especially when you growl at them for being so openly mean. After a little bit of time, you two are basically glued at the hip. Depending on the kind of MC you are, you two could be the ultimate partners in crime or the closest confidants (or both!). There'll never be a boring moment with you two.It wont take him too long to ask to fly on you (probably be one of the first things he asks you tbh- it's like a joy-ride squared)He'd be respectful but mopey if you say no, but if you say yes? That's a happy demon on your hands right there. Be sure to set some boundaries, though, he might not wanna go by car anymore (like when you give a hognose snake a toad and they refuse to go back to pinkies lmfao). He'll try and get you to learn some aerial maneuvers, maybe how to spin or go upside-down (it's harder than it looks). When you two aren't flying or causing chaos together, you're both just hanging out. When he's relaxed, he likes to trace his hand over your smooth skin/scales/feathers/fur. He can't help it, the texture's just so soothing. Don't point it out, though, he'll go BRIGHT red. He likes it when you two watch movies together, or when you browse Devilgram with him over his shoulder. Feel free to nuzzle him and cuddle up, this man loves it. Sometimes he returns the favor, using you as his own sort of couch while he talks with you, sometimes giving you a peck here and there.

__Leviathan__

Oh this man is hyped from the start. A whole-ass dragon? LIVING with him and his brothers? What could be cooler? He has an internal war between wanting to get a good look at you and being really nervous to get too close. That nervousnes amps up when he realizes you can talk. You might think he's a hallucination at first with how fast he darts out of sight the moment you try and look at him. Fortunately, Mammon's debt to him is what spurs your first interaction. After, he's a little bit more ok with being percieved. He plays it cool at first, not wanting to seem too pushy, but he can't help but barrage you with questions when he gets the chance. It's actually quite a fun time, especially if you love infodumping as much as he (and I) does. You ask your own share of questions as well, about the Devildom, about him, about the games and figures he loves. As you two get more relaxed with one another, you both love to sit and chat about each other's hyperfixations. You can't exactly game with him due to your talons (not comfortably, anyways), but he lets you watch over his shoulder while he games. It makes his victories that much sweeter, and any losses a tad more bearable. Sometimes he lets you go on the mic to startle or taunt the other players, just for fun. It's hard to tell exactly when the relationship begins and the friendship ends, it's a smooth transition that neither of you really notice until you're literally cuddled up together, watching Assasination Classroom on his phone at 2am. It takes a surprising while for him to ask to fly with you. You may have to be the one to bring it up, actually. Nervous the whole time, 100%. He may decline, but upon numerous reassurances he'll agree. I think it's like... that test drive scene from httyd. It's so unfamiliar at first, being high up, with the wind blowing so fiercely. After a while, though, something clicks with him. He'll gain that confidence, guiding you (with your permission) where he wants to go. Something about that wild, windswept sensation of being a mile up in the air melts his nerves. It's just you two and the sky. The others are def gonna be jealous about how well you fly together.

(Feel free to tag with your dragon ocs! Sorry for any spelling errors lmao my eyes tend to skip over words sometimes)

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nyanashima · 2 years ago

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Breakfast in bed a brothers and datables ls? (Plus Luke but it's MC making lunch for him)

aa this was so fun to think about!! the boys are so sweet, they deserve it ❤️

went for a more "established relationship" vibe in this one for more fluff opportunities. i only did the brothers in this post, but the undateables and luke will be next :) thanks again to @avatarofcuriousity for their help and for being the best beta reader in existence mwah

Breakfast in Bed (Brothers Edition)

Content warnings: none!

Lucifer

He’s caught off-guard, to say the least.

Lucifer has to wake up really early, so the mere fact that someone was up and at ‘em before him is surprising enough.

But the fact that you were, just to do something nice for him?

Oh, so this is that “domesticity” thing everyone’s been talking about.

He blinks in surprise, then looks up at you with the most tender expression imaginable. Maybe being cared for isn’t so bad after all.

He thanks you sincerely, and actually takes the time to enjoy his meal instead of scarfing it down before work.

“You must have been up early in order to make this… My compliments to the chef.”

Mammon

Mammon considers this the best wake-up of his life.

Starting the day with you tenderly brushing his hair out of his face, and making him breakfast? Somebody pinch him.

Half asleep, he tries to tug you down into bed with him.

He’s confused when you resist, but the tray in your lap explains everything. His voice is unbelievably soft when he speaks.

“...Ya did this for me?”

After hearing confirmation that yes, you made him breakfast in bed, Mammon grins and sits up. He murmurs a soft “c’mere” and pats the space beside him.

Snaking an arm around you, he pulls you closer and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Ya better not have any plans today… ‘M gonna take ya out somewhere real nice, alright?”

Leviathan

Levi stares up at you, cheeks slightly flushed and eyes as wide as dinner plates.

He’s 90% sure he knows what’s going on, but he waits for you to speak. He doesn’t wanna embarrass himself by being wrong.

When you tell him, he lights up and gets the stupidest, most adorable grin.

This is just like ‘It’s Never Wrong to Make a Dragon Girl a Hot Meal!’ This is so sweet, and you did it for him!

There’s a swarm of butterflies in his stomach. He never thought anyone would love him like this. He never thought he’d come to enjoy normie couple stuff. But here we are.

“I-I love you, MC! Please marry me! W-wait, that’s not— aughhh! Thank you!”

Satan

Any sleepy rage Satan has instantly melts away the moment you sit on his bed.

His half-closed eyes soften as he gives you an uncharacteristically lazy grin. You watch him mouth a drowsy “good morning” before he sits up.

He reaches out and cups the back of your neck with his hand. Rubbing soft circles with his thumb, he brings your head closer to plant a kiss on your crown.

Satan’s voice, deeper and rumbly with sleep, speaks against your forehead.

“Thank you, MC. I’ll have to return the favour sometime.”

Asmodeus

Asmodeus, unfortunately, is difficult to surprise with this. He wakes up as soon as you leave his embrace, and can’t fall back asleep. You’ve gotta tell him to hang tight and wait for a bit.

When you come back, he’s sat up in bed and about halfway through his skincare routine.

He squeals upon seeing what you’ve done and excitedly calls you over. Patting next to him on the bed, he tells you to come sit with him.

Before you know it, your face is sticky from Asmo’s lip balm. He presses one, final kiss on the tip of your nose and takes your hand.

“Oh, MC, you’re such a romantic! Won’t you stay and share this with me~? ❤️”

Beelzebub

The smell wakes him up before anything else.

Beel sits up in bed, watching in awe as you bring in an ungodly amount of food. Plates are stacked high and dangling precariously over the edge of your cart. It’s enough to make him salivate.

His lips part in surprise, and he’s quick to return your eager smile. Now he understands why you spent all night in the kitchen.

He pulls you in for a tight, bone-crushing hug, and only lets go when you’re gasping for air.

Sweet boy lets you have the first bite of everything. He wants to make sure you’re fed and that you get to try everything before it’s inhaled.

“Thank you, MC. Will you sit with me?”

Belphegor

It’s probably best to make something that’s good lukewarm, because of how long Belphie takes to wake up.

He gives you his signature cheeky grin and pulls you down to sit with him.

“You must reaaally like me, huh?”

Makes you feed it to him like the brat he is. Hey, you’re the one who woke him up– time to pay the price.

It’s easy to tell he’s fighting sleep, but he really wants to enjoy the meal you lovingly prepared for him.

He asks if you’ve eaten. If not, you get half. If yes, half goes to Beel.

Belphie won’t admit it, but he’s appreciative— getting up for food is a hassle, and he likes being able to tug you down for a nap right after breakfast.

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 2 years ago

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The Arcana HCs: How the M6 like to fluster you

The very late sequel to this post:

How MC likes to fluster the M6

Julian

When I tell you this man is SHAMELESS

Does he fluster easily? Yes. However, being horny on main is his default mode. His own flusteredness will not stop him

Grand, romantic displays of affection. He will write an entire play to perform in the community theatre just to proclaim his love for you from on stage

Any chance to sing a romantic duet, he's pulling you with him. It doesn't matter if it's in public. It doesn't matter if you have the singing voice of an angry hippopotamus

Oh no, he bit his tongue while the two of you were snacking at the food stalls in the market place! Kiss it better?

Oh no, he's getting heartburn from all the street food! Here, help him open his shirt so you can check his chest

Physically incapable of passing a flower seller without buying you one

And then presenting it with the most dramatic flourish and flowery speech he can come up with in the moment

So many suggestive nicknames. So. Many.

Asra

What a tease this sly magician is

They've memorized every single one of your weaknesses, and they love to exploit them

Sensitive scalp? He'll chat with a friend, arm around your shoulders as his trimmed nails drag their way up the back of your head

Holding your hand becomes feather light touches of their fingertips swirling around your palm and inner wrist

He's leaning in to whisper something in your ear, and oh! There's a gentle kiss being pressed to the pulse point below it just before he turns back to what he was doing

Locking their ankles with yours under the table when you're seated across from them

Sneaky compliments. The kind that you wouldn't pick up on if you didn't know that teasing, lazily cat-like face he makes so well

Speaking of facial expressions - they will fix you with the most dreamy, adoring, seductive face for minutes on end. In any and every situation

Regularly uses your bond to let you know exactly how you make him feel

Nadia

Oh, she loooves to see you blush

Very forward in her advances. If she sees you talking to someone, she'll take your hand and press kisses to each fingertip until your breath hitches

Which will make you pause in conversation, which is her opening to steal your attention

Loves feeding you. At dinner parties, offering you a forkful from her plate or sip from her glass and savoring the indirect kiss

In more casual settings, holding pieces of fruit and cheese against your lips so she can brush her knuckles across them

Constantly helping you fix your clothes, jewelry, or hair as an excuse to touch you

Heaping you with detailed and genuine praise in every setting. She can go on and on about your strengths for hours

Will happily trace your facial features with her fingertips while you talk to her

"What am I doing? Oh nothing, just admiring the realms' most exquisite work of living art."

She adores you. And as previously stated, she adores your blush

Muriel

It took a while for him to think of trying, to be honest. Usually you're the one flustering him by simply showing affection

That is, until he caught sight of you blushing as he changed his shirt one evening and thought it wasn't a bad look on you

He didn't like his body before, but if showing a little skin and muscle is all it takes to make you flush, it's an easy sacrifice

Would NEVER attempt any of the following tactics in public, for the woods only:

Removing his shirt for dirty tasks, such as wood chopping, boulder lifting, and (on one occasion) uprooting a small infected tree stump with his bare hands

Carrying you like you weigh nothing whenever you say you're tired

If you're cold, very shyly pulling you into his lap and wrapping you up in his arms and cloak

You liked that flower? He's planting a row of them outside the window

He loves you so much, he will even hold your hand in public if it makes you smile

Portia

Most of the time she flusters you it's not on purpose. She won't realize until you're already blushing and fumbling

Which, let's be clear, she does appreciate

Portia is a force of nature who puts everything she is into loving and supporting and adoring her partner

She will defend your honor and proclaim all your accomplishments with 0 hesitation

She also loves to read. She likes reading mysteries, but you'll also find that she likes reading spicier stories as well

She likes bringing said stories home and reading them out loud to you

She likes using them as inspiration for when she's on a trip without you and wants to send you a particularly raunchy love letter

She likes convincing you to reenact said stories and love letters with her

And she REALLY likes making subtle references to them in conversation at a friend's house, just to watch the heat travel up your face to your ears

You're her favorite character to dream about

Lucio

He likes making you blush. It's a fantastic ego boost and it suits you

But planning ahead isn't his strong suit. If he manages to fluster you, it's because he saw an opportunity, and he seized it

So. Many. Dirty. Jokes.

At first it might feel like it's in poor taste. It's not the most romantic way to woo someone

However, there is a reason he threw the best parties. When it comes to fun, exciting, and pleasurable things, he is creative

You are going to hear innuendos that should not make as much sense as they do

You are going to hear references and suggestions that will make you stop and wonder, "how would that even work?"

And figuring out the answers to that question will make you flush every time

It doesn't help that he's a generally handsy person. He will take advantage of any and every excuse for physical contact in public

Will make an inappropriate noise every time you skewer something to grill it over the campfire. It's his signature joke

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sylvia-forest · 4 months ago

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[CN] Shaw's Dual Cultivation Pact Date - Part 1

⚡Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a Date which hasn’t been released in EN yet!⚡

[Released Date: 4 August 2024]

[Section 1]

Mayor: To be honest, we really shouldn’t bother you with such trivial matters… Mayor: If the fairy hadn't set up a large formation here to protect our town over the years, I'm afraid this area would have been trampled by demons…

The old man in front of me complimented me endlessly, but at the critical moment, he hesitated to speak and kept looking at my face.

Looking at his submissive look, I felt a little funny, so I lazily changed my sitting position and spoke directly.

MC: There's no need for small talk. The old gentleman wants to talk about Shaw, right?

Hearing the name "Shaw", the villagers shivered instinctively and gritted their teeth before nodding.

Mayor: That's right! That's him! That disciple of yours is acting too arrogantly!

The mayor immediately started talking and complained endlessly.

Basically, it all boils down to Shaw being rude when traveling the world, being selective when fighting demons, and not knowing how to hold back. It's all just boring stuff.

I blocked a yawn with my sleeve, but the mayor didn't notice my impatience. He took a sip of strong tea and patted his knee.

Mayor: …..This time, he went even further and actually tied butcher Qian to a tree, using him as bait to attract ghosts! MC: Oh. Mayor: Butcher Qian was so frightened that he was still lying in bed! MC: ….oh. Mayor: Their whole family depends on him for food. Life is really difficult these days, so… ?.?: So what?

A voice sounded above my head. I looked up and met a pair of playful eyes.

It's Shaw. He sat back on the beam, dangling his long legs, and smiled at me leisurely, then turned his eyes to the mayor.

The young man's tone clearly carried a smile, but his words were as sharp as a blade.

Shaw: I’m asking you, so what? Mayor: No, nothing!!

The mayor stood up in a hurry and almost knocked over the unfinished tea cup.

Mayor: ——Fairy MC, Taoist Master Shaw, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do at home, so I’ll take my leave first!

Before I had a chance to speak, Shaw had already leapt down from the beam and landed right in front of me, just as the mayor scrambled away in a hurry.

He first gave a cold sneer, then swept the teacup the man had used out the door with a flick of his sleeve, treating it like trash.

Shaw: What was he here for? MC: What do you say? MC: Of course, he's here to complain about you, my 'recalcitrant disciple,' being too disobedient and in need of correction.

Shaw: Hey, who is your disciple? Do you still want to train me?

I fiddled with the tassels on my whisk and curled my lips.

MC: Since you're not my disciple, why do you have the right to look at the cultivation manuals and texts I've collected?

Shaw: No reason. Anyway, I want to read it, and you can’t stop me, right? Shaw: Besides, I haven’t looked at your cultivation manuals for nothing. Shaw: Since I came here, haven't you been able to practice your cultivation with peace of mind, without having to be invited down the mountain by these people every once in a while?

Back then, Shaw appeared at my courtyard gate without any warning.

He claimed to be a wandering martial Taoist, here to find someone, and while he was at it, to do some ghost and demon exorcism work to make a bit of extra money.

Seeing that he had good aptitude, I casually gave him some pointers.

In return, while he was traveling down the mountain, he used my name and handled many mundane affairs on my behalf.

This subtle understanding has continued until now. But now…

MC: Other things might be forgivable, but why were you so harsh with the butcher Qian? Shaw: Didn't you tell me about Qian Butcher before? This fat man encountered a demon with his brother when he was young. He pushed his brother into the demon's mouth and ran away. Shaw: Afterwards, feeling guilty, he came to you for help with rituals and prayers, didn't he?

While he was talking leisurely, he poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of me.

I took a sip of the tea and briefly recalled that I might have mentioned this during one of our casual chats over tea and meals.

MC: What does this have to do with you bleeding him to attract ghosts?

Shaw: It doesn't matter, I just want to say... I am much kinder than him. Shaw: He used a human life to feed the demons, while I only use a vial of blood and a bit of courage... With all the clamor, aren’t I still kind-hearted?

When Shaw leaned toward me, the faint scent of tea flowers escaped from his collar, and I held my breath.

MC: You might think it's just the way it is, but let me remind you of something… MC: Next time, do it more discreetly, lest the old man come up the mountain again and bore me to death.

Shaw burst out laughing.

He originally had sharp features and a somewhat arrogant appearance. When he smiled, his demeanor became even more unruly and bold. He didn't seem like a righteous person dedicated to expelling demons and upholding justice, but rather like a little devil causing trouble in the world.

When he stopped laughing, I asked him some more about his experiences at the foot of the mountain, and all I got were answers that were completely different from the mayor's.

Shaw: ...I scolded him because he deserved it. I told him not to go out during the time of demons, but he insisted on strolling around. All I can say is that if he died, he brought it on himself. Shaw: ...Is a poor person's life worth less? Anyway, I’ll go help where I want to help. If he's in a hurry, he can ask another Taoist priest. Shaw [sighs]: …That demon was quite powerful. I was caught off guard, which is why it managed to set half the village on fire. If I had known earlier, I would have learned from her. MC [surprised]: Her?

When I heard this word, my heart felt like it was gently pulled by a thread, but my face was still smiling.

MC: Are you referring to Fairy Xuanhe when you say "her"?

Shaw: Yes, who else could it be?

I looked at Shaw, and he confidently spread his hands.

Shaw: If she were to handle it, she would probably crush the monster to ashes, and avoid the troubles that would follow. MC: Not necessarily. MC: Fairy Xuanhe has an eccentric personality and cruel methods, which will only cause more trouble. MC: Maybe if she wasn’t in a good mood while exorcizing demons, she might set the village on fire herself. Shaw: …..

Shaw narrowed his eyes and twitched the corner of his mouth.

Shaw: MC, I originally thought you were different from the rest of the world. Shaw: It turns out you think of her the same way. MC: It’s not that I think of her that way, it’s that everyone in the world thinks so. Shaw: Everyone in the world? Shaw [scoffs]: I don’t care what everyone in the world does, I just ask you, do you also think that Fairy Xuanhe is a fallen witch?

I averted my gaze, avoiding the sight of Shaw's hand slowly curling into a fist, and spoke each word deliberately.

MC: Does what I think matter? MC: Shaw, she is dead. Don't look for her anymore. It will only make you have delusional thoughts… Shaw: I do not believe.

Shaw interrupted me coldly.

Shaw: Unless I see her body with my own eyes, I won't believe it.

He had reached this point, and I knew that it would be useless to say more, so I could only close my mouth.

A long silence brewed between me and him. When the teacup on the table was no longer warm, Shaw finally stood up.

He picked up a few books on my table and waved at me.

Shaw: It's time for me to leave. Please lend me these few volumes of exercises and return them to you later. Shaw: By the way, remember to treat me with a different kind of tea next time, this one is too unpleasant to drink. MC: Whoever wants to entertain you, please return the book to me!

I shouted angrily at Shaw's back, only to receive a wanton chuckle from him.

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[Section 2]

Ever since the earth's spiritual veins were tainted by demonic energy a century ago, monsters have been rampant everywhere. Not only have people been living in constant unease, but even the flowers and plants have lost their vibrancy, always appearing withered and desolate.

Sighing, I broke off a few withered branches and finally discovered a cluster of blooming flowers.

MC: ...Although they bloomed a bit later than last year, it's good that we met again.

I reached out my hand with joy and touched the petals.

It gently swayed its branches, as if responding to my mood. A drop of night dew fell from its petal tip, moistening my fingertips.

I brushed away the water stain, and my thoughts drifted away, following the spreading fingerprints.

Shaw [in a low voice]: What are you doing?

A slender hand suddenly appeared before my eyes, emanating a familiar, stronger fragrance of blooming tea from the sleeve.

Only then did I come back to my senses and turn around to glare at Shaw.

MC: Why do you scare me every time you come here?

Shaw: Are you scared? I see that your expression is very calm every time. MC: Hmph, it's just my refined demeanor. Shaw: Yes, yes, who doesn’t know that Fairy MC is unparalleled and her joy and anger are never visible in her expressions.

Shaw casually quarreled with me, raised his eyebrows, and looked around.

Shaw: How do I feel... your yard is much prettier than the last time I came here? MC: You always come in autumn and winter, so how can you see any flowers and plants? It's almost summer now, and of course the flowers are blooming more. Shaw: Indeed, you must have put a lot of thought into raising these delicate little things so well, right? MC: Fortunately, it doesn’t matter if you spend more time thinking on the things you like. Shaw: As long as you like it, will you spend more time and effort?

Shaw's rhetorical question came out of nowhere. I was a little surprised and turned to look at him. But I saw his eyes falling directly on my face as if he was confirming something.

Being stared at by him made me feel a little nervous, and I bit my lip.

MC: What's wrong...don't you know how? Shaw: Of course, I do too.

Shaw finally looked away and raised the corners of his mouth.

Shaw: I will not put just "a little" thought into something I like, but will use all my strength and risk everything to win it.

Indeed, you're still too young. Only someone youthful would casually use words like 'exhaust' and 'everything,' which carry such a resolute meaning. I couldn’t help but chuckle.

MC: You'd better keep some for yourself. You've finally achieved results in your cultivation. Wouldn't it be a big loss if you gambled it all away? Shaw: Lose or win, I have the final say.

After he finished speaking, he paused and added another sentence.

Shaw: MC...has my practice really paid off? MC: Certainly. Even if you don’t know how many boundaries you have broken, you can still feel the yang energy in your body being filled, right? Shaw: That's true... Lately, when I've been walking at night, no wandering spirits or ghosts dare to come near me.

Shaw muttered, handing me a few scrolls from his arms.

Shaw: I'm really curious, where exactly did you get these techniques from? Shaw: I've been stuck at a bottleneck in my cultivation for a long time. I've sought help from both reputable sects and unorthodox paths, but nothing has worked—I've been stuck at the same level. Shaw: Ever since I started using your techniques, cultivation has become remarkably easy. MC: These are all techniques I created myself. Besides, isn't it a good thing that they're simple to practice?

I took the scrolls and calmly met his gaze.

MC: Just think that this fairy is an unparalleled genius and happened to be so compassionate that she helped you.

Shaw: Hahaha, this is the first time I have seen someone say that she is a genius!

He laughed so loudly that I couldn't help but pout.

MC: Is that not okay? Shaw: Of course, this genius fairy is so cute.

His straightforward words made my face heat up slightly, and I quickly changed the topic.

MC: Okay, tell me what you have experienced during this time.

In order to ensure the stability of the formation and peace in all directions, I have been living in the mountains for a long time. I rely on Shaw to tell me everything I know about the outside world.

Who did you meet, what demon did you kill, what food and wine did you eat…

From Shaw's gentle words, I could hear, see, and feel the long-lost warmth of the everyday world.

But this time as I listened, I suddenly noticed something was wrong.

MC: ..... Even if this monster makes you unhappy, you can just get rid of it. Is it necessary to beat it half to death and throw it in front of its deadly enemy?

Shaw [scoffs]: Oh, it offended me, why should I let it die happily? Shaw: Of course, I have to let it be tortured to death by its mortal enemy so that I can feel relieved. MC: ……Nonsense.

Is he imitating Fairy Xuanhe's method again? Looking at Shaw's face, I swallowed these words and sighed lightly.

MC: When I first met you, you were still a very well-behaved child.

Shaw [clicks his tongue]: Tsk, who are you calling a kid? Do you really think you're that much older? Shaw: Besides, when I saw you, I looked pretty much the same as I do now. Where exactly do you think I still seem like a kid?

Shaw took a step forward. With his tall stature and sharp demeanor, his presence was imposing and gave off the pressure of an adult man, making it difficult to resist.

I couldn't help but take a step back. Seeing me retreat, Shaw seemed to find it amusing and continued to advance, matching my steps.

The more I retreated, the further he advanced, until I had nowhere left to back up. My back pressed against the flower stand, and I found myself surrounded by the intense fragrance of blooming flowers.

I couldn't help but stare at him, but he just smiled at me.

MC: Is it fun?

Shaw [whispers seductively]: Fun. Shaw: Seeing the clumsy fairy retreating like this, not even bothering to use a spell to push me away, is really amusing... Eh!

I immediately did as he wished, swinging my whisk and sending a gust of energy that forcefully pushed him backward.

Shaw stumbled a few steps before steadying himself with the flower pot, but the corner of his mouth was still turned up in a smile.

Shaw: You pushed me too far. MC: You should just stand there. Shaw: I prefer not.

As he spoke, Shaw plucked a blue lotus from the flower pot and approached me again.

He raised his hand and placed the blue lotus hairpin into my hair.

MC: …..?

I looked at him, puzzled, and met his gaze with his crescent-shaped eyebrows and eyes.

Shaw [in a sweet voice]: This is just a token of gratitude for lending me your techniques. MC: Shaw, you borrowed my books and now you’re giving me one of my own flowers as a return gift? You're the one being foolish!

Shaw [whispers seductively x1]: Maybe. Shaw [x2]: But the fairy looks quite beautiful like this.

His whisper was low and seductive, but also with a subtle hint of caution.

In those bright eyes, there was only my reflection: the snowy white robe and the delicate blue lotus.

The fragrance of the blooming flowers grew more intense, like a fine wine nearing its perfect brew.

My heart raced as if something long-awaited was about to appear before me.

MC: Shaw….

Shaw [x3]: I remember she looked like this when I first saw her.

Everything was shattered, and my face instantly turned cold.

I swung the whisk again, and this time, Shaw was sent outside the courtyard, a hundred meters away, before he even had a chance to make a sound.

MC [coldly]: I won't accept it.

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📿 Part 2

#LMAO this troublemaker loves to cause chaos everywhere 😂#Shaw 99% causing trouble - while the remaining 1% is for pursuing MC 🤪#our poor MC listening to endless complaints of her troublemaker disciple 🤣#mlqc spoilers #mlqc cn #mlqc shaw #mlqc ling xiao #mr love queen's choice #mlqc translations #mlqc #love and producer

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shadowtriovibes · 1 year ago

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tell me anything (but don't you say he's what you're missing)

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x f!MC

Rating: E

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: 18+, aged-up characters, miscommunication, pre-relationship garreth/poppy, explicit sexual content, semi-public sex, fingering, toxic bf behavior

Summary: request: “can you imagine the chaos of Sebastian and MC agreeing to go on a double date, with their own dates, to make the other jealous?? Bonus chaos if MC brings Garreth!!”

“Sebastian, what has gotten into you tonight?” you ask him.

“Me?” Sebastian asks, and then he has the audacity to laugh. “What about you?”

“What about me?!” you demand. “I’ve been nothing but polite all evening, which is more than I can say for you!”

“Oh, polite,” he drawls. “Sure. ‘You look lovely this evening, Poppy! You’re so talented with beasts, bloody brilliant, you are!’”

You’re on your way to Transfiguration when Garreth sidles up beside you on his mission.

You’ll blame Sebastian for how distracted you are at the moment. He’d begged off studying with you last night to do Merlin knows what — probably working his way through another one of those archaic magic books he’d managed to charm Scriber into letting him borrow, you think.

It had been a few days since you’d even seen him. Between tending to your N.E.W.T.-level plants in the greenhouses and Sebastian’s Quidditch practices, there had simply been no time.

If you were to be honest, it almost felt like you were being ignored.

So, when Garreth manages to pull you aside and offer you a compliment on your latest batch of Veritaserum that you’d presented for Sharp earlier that morning, it feels nice.

“Thank you, Garreth,” you murmur shyly. “That means a lot. Lately it feels like Sharp is so difficult to impress.”

“You’re a right sight better at it than me,” he laughs. “Speaking of which, I was actually thinking about offering you a sort of… trade.”

“Oh?” you ask, surprised. “What’s that?”

“Well, I was hoping you wouldn’t mind tutoring me in Potions before Sharp’s exam next week?” he asks hopefully. “I was thinking we could meet up for some extra practice in the evenings, and afterward I could take you to the Three Broomsticks to celebrate.”

You raise your eyebrows and clutch your books a bit closer to your chest. Is Garreth Weasley asking you to Hogsmeade on a date?

At first you think that can’t possibly be what he means. You’re with Sebastian after all, aren’t you?

( …Aren’t you?)

While you pause to consider Garreth’s offer, you remember that you’ve never heard Sebastian call you his girlfriend, nor have you ever discussed whether the two of you could date other people. Sure, you spend a lot of evenings together, and he’s traced his hands — and lips — across more of your body than anyone else. But is he your boyfriend?

You aren’t sure.

And Garreth is sweet. He’s always got a kind word to say to you whenever your potion goes awry or you struggle to learn a new charm. On top of that he’s plenty handsome, and he’s friendly in a way that makes Sebastian seem not unlike a feral cat whenever he curls up alone with one of his books instead of joining you by the fire in the common room.

“If it helps, I went to Sallow first,” Garreth explains. “I figured I should, given how close the two of you are, and he said it was perfectly fine for me to ask.”

Oh, he did, did he?

“Er… alright, yes,” you breathe. “That sounds lovely, Garreth.”

He beams brilliantly and your heart races a bit, but whether it’s from excitement or guilt, you aren’t quite sure.

Word quickly spreads around the castle that Garreth managed to snag a date with you, so you know it won’t be long until you have to answer to a certain Slytherin about the matter. In fact, when Sebastian sits down next to you the following afternoon at lunchtime, you’re quite sure that he already knows.

“Weasley? Really?” are the first words out of his mouth.

“Good afternoon to you too, Sebastian,” you sigh as you turn a page of your Charms textbook.

“What exactly are you playing at?” he asks you carefully. “Have I done something?”

“Believe it or not, not everything I do is about you,” you tell him cheekily. “I’m just helping Garreth with some of his potions techniques, that’s all.”

“‘That’s all?’” he repeats skeptically. “What about your little date, hmm? I had to hear about it from Amit, for Merlin’s sake.”

You shrug silently, and Sebastian’s jaw tenses.

“I wasn’t aware you were dating,” he grits out. “I suppose any expectation of exclusively on your end was foolish of me.”

You avert your gaze guiltily and eventually mumble, “It’s just Butterbeers, Bas. It’s not serious. Garreth is a good friend, don’t get your wand in a knot.”

“Then I’m sure you won’t mind if I bring a date of my own on Saturday?” he asks offhandedly.

You freeze, your eyes going wide. “What? Who?!”

“Poppy Sweeting,” he says innocently. “She’s a nice girl. Smart as a whip, too. Thought I’d take her for a Butterbeer or two and get to know her a little better. As it stands, I already asked her just this morning.”

You narrow your eyes at him while he meets your gaze expectantly.

“…Fine,” you eventually force out. “Honestly, I don’t even care.”

Sebastian raises an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“Actually,” you counter, “why don’t we just make it a double date? Garreth and I, and you and Poppy.”

As far as bad ideas go, this one of yours is especially atrocious. However, once you’ve issued a challenge like that, Sebastian will feel that no choice but to meet it.

“Alright,” he says slowly. “You’re on. Saturday at seven, then?”

“We’ll see you then,” you answer, slamming your book closed and storming off, leaving your lunch unfinished.

———

When Saturday arrives, you agree to meet Garreth outside his common room.

Of course, this is mostly so you can avoid having to see Sebastian before he makes his way down to the kitchens to meet up with Poppy. However, Garreth, who is naïve to your antics with Sebastian, finds the whole thing quite charming.

“Don’t you look lovely,” he says when he steps out from behind the portrait of the Fat Lady.

“Thank you,” you demur. “I take it your Potions exam went well?”

“Passed with flying colors,” he says proudly. “All thanks to your excellent tutelage. Genuinely, I never could have done it without you.”

“I’m sure that’s not true,” you protest, blushing. “You’ve got a knack for potions, I’ve seen it myself.”

“I’ve a knack for ruining potions,” he corrects with a laugh. “You’re the one with the talent required to achieve an Outstanding.”

The two of you make easy conversation as you walk the winding path down to Hogsmeade. You’re unpleasantly reminded of the very first time you took this path with Sebastian several years ago, and you try to force yourself to stay in the moment with your dear friend and not think about what Sebastian is doing.

(You absolutely do not want to imagine that he’s happily holding hands with Poppy further along down the path, or that he’s perhaps pulled her aside behind one of the many trees for a quick snog as he’s done with you countless times.)

Shortly after you arrive at the Three Broomsticks, Sirona seats you at a table that seats four and brings around your first round of Butterbeers. When Sebastian joins you a few moments later, he escorts Poppy right up to the table and gentlemanly pulls her chair out for her.

You quietly seethe while Sebastian winks at you over Poppy’s head and takes his seat next to her.

“It’s so good to see you!” Poppy says brightly, eagerly taking your hand. “I’m so glad we finally got to do this.”

“M-me too,” you stammer, forcing a smile. “You look lovely, Poppy.”

She beams happily and smooths her hands across her skirt. “Thank you! I suppose it’s rather nice to have an occasion to clean up for. I was in a right state earlier, as Professor Howin had me in the Diricawl pens all afternoon.”

“You’re always offering to help with those beasts,” you observe fondly. “They must adore you so.”

“I do my best,” she answers, going slightly pink.

“Garreth,” Sebastian offers cordially. “Good to see you, mate.”

“Sebastian,” Garreth replies. “Likewise. I’ve hardly seen you outside the library in ages!”

Sebastian smiles ruefully and says, “Well, now that you mention it, I haven’t told anyone yet, but I’ve been busy preparing my application for the Auror recruitment program.”

You nearly choke on your Butterbeer, and Poppy kindly offers you her napkin.

“Auror recruitment?” Garreth asks, followed by a low whistle. “Impressive.”

“Why didn’t I know about this?” you ask Sebastian directly.

“It was going to be a surprise,” he tells you simply, but you suspect the truth has more to do with his reticence to share the news until he’s been accepted.

“And?” you ask him expectantly.

He merely shrugs. “No word yet. I just sent it off this morning.”

“I’m sure you’ll be accepted, Sebastian,” Poppy says encouragingly. “You seem like an excellent candidate.”

He shrugs again and thanks her for the kind words. You attempt to hide your sullen expression behind your Butterbeer mug.

You manage to make it through the first round and the next without any real mishaps. Unfortunately, when your third mug arrives, Garreth casually drapes his arm across the back of your chair, and Sebastian gets that look on his face that you recognize as one that imminently precludes some sort of nonsense.

“Garreth,” he says slowly. “I meant to ask earlier, how did your tutoring go?”

“Quite well,” he answers happily. “I got decent marks for once, thanks to this one.”

Sebastian hums thoughtfully while you grin back at Garreth. Then he casually says, “You wouldn’t have happened to be practicing with Amortentia, perhaps? Because it certainly looks like the two of you have gotten quite close rather quickly.”

Your jaw drops, and Garreth goes red.

“N-no, just some regular antidotes,” he quickly stammers. “I wouldn’t �� that’s not, um.”

“No, of course you wouldn’t,” Sebastian says easily. “Must just be your natural charm then.”

You cannot believe him.

“Sebastian, may I please speak to you for a moment?” you hiss. “Privately?”

He offers nothing in response. Rather, he simply stands up from his chair and wordlessly gestures toward the stairs behind the bar.

“I’m so sorry, we’ll just be a moment,” you mumble to Garreth as you quickly turn and make your way toward the stairs, trusting Sebastian to follow.

As soon as you round the corner, the noise from the pub downstairs drops significantly. You imagine it’s probably some kind of charm to offer Sirona’s upstairs guests a moment of respite — in fact, it’s the first time all evening that you’ve been able to hear yourself think.

Mercifully, it’s entirely empty at the moment, which means you can round on Sebastian as forcefully as you please.

“Sebastian, what has gotten into you tonight?” you ask him.

“Me?” Sebastian asks, and then he has the audacity to laugh. “What about you?”

“What about me?!” you demand. “I’ve been nothing but polite all evening, which is more than I can say for you!”

“Oh, polite,” he drawls. “Sure. ‘You look lovely this evening, Poppy! You’re so talented with beasts, bloody brilliant, you are!’”

“What’s wrong with that?” you counter. “Poppy is my friend, and she is brilliant.”

“You’re not — Merlin, it’s just…” Sebastian starts before signing frustratedly and trailing off mid-thought.

“Go on,” you insist. “Say it.”

He drags a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath before practically shouting, “All the compliments, the praise, it’s like you actually want me to date her!”

You freeze as you anxiously grip the wooden railing at your side to steady yourself.

“…You could,” you say quietly, nervously tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as an excuse to turn away from him. “Poppy is lovely.”

The frustrated groan he lets out makes your knees go a little weak.

“She’s not you,” he finally admits. “I can’t… I don’t want her.”

“Then tell me,” you plead. “Who do you want?”

“You know who I want,” he says in a low voice. “You’ve known, love. I thought it was quite clear what we are.”

“Clear?” you scoff. “You’ve got to be joking. I’ve never known where we stand, Sebastian. You’re practically incorrigible one day and then the next you barely look at me. You tell me you ache for me and then you’ll tell Garreth that he should ask to court me. What was I supposed to think?”

“Wh-what?” Sebastian stammers. “I told Garreth what?!”

“He told me that you said he could ask me to Hogsmeade,” you repeat. “He said he talked to you before he even approached me.”

Sebastian looks seething mad. “That foul git, I would never have said that.”

“Garreth isn’t a liar,” you stubbornly insist. “Nor did he spike me with Amortentia, by the way.”

“I barely talk to him, when would I have—” Sebastian starts, and then he stops in his tracks again. “Hang on.”

“Here we go,” you mumble under your breath.

“Last week he asked me if it would be alright to approach you about some tutoring,” he says slowly. “Not a date, mind you.”

“Was it tutoring, or ‘tutoring ?’” you ask patiently, leaning hard into the inflection.

Sebastian quirks an eyebrow. “There’s a difference?”

Merlin’s beard, he truly is unbearably thick.

“You arse,” you grit out. “Of course there’s a difference! He meant the latter.”

“I only said that I figured you’d offer to help him study because you’re a good friend!” he counters, indignant. “If I’d known that this was his intention, I never would have encouraged it!”

“…Really?” you ask hesitantly, suddenly shyer than before as you shift anxiously in the quiet rafters of the pub. “Because I… I thought you’d told him to ask me out because you’d grown tired of me.”

For as dense as Sebastian can occasionally be, he has a knack for recognizing when you’re feeling unmoored, and he’s always quick to ground you in his arms.

“Darling,” he sighs, reaching for you with careful hands until it’s apparent that you’ll let him pull you in against his chest without a fight.

“I will never grow tired of you,” he murmurs into your hair. “And I know I’m probably a dreadful boyfriend, but if you’ll give me another chance I’ll make it up to you, however you want.”

“‘Boyfriend,’ hmm?” you ask softly. “Is that what you are?”

“…Merlin, I really am rubbish at this, aren’t I?” he laughs self-deprecatingly.

“Sebastian,” you say quietly. “You know I’m mad about you, but we have to do this right this time. If you’re my boyfriend, then be my boyfriend.”

“I swear to it,” he says as he gently sways you side to side, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. “I’m all yours, love.”

You allow yourself to be held for long enough that you start to feel guilty for having abandoned your dates. Just as you’re about to suggest that the two of you go back downstairs and make some excuses, you feel his hands start to drift lower — down your sides to your hips, and then teasing at the hem of your skirt.

“Bas,” you hiss. “No.”

“Come on,” he whispers into your ear. “No one is up here, we’re all alone. Let me touch you, just for a bit?”

You whimper quietly as he backs you up against the railing. Down below you can hear the noise from the crowded pub, and you honestly can’t be sure if anyone can see you up here in the darkened rafters.

“There you are,” Sebastian mumbles as he nudges your legs apart with one of his thighs. “Good girl.”

“You’re obscene,” you gasp, whining softly when he presses two long fingers against your entrance through your thin undergarments. “…Don’t stop.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmurs.

Sebastian noses along your jawline until you tip your head back for him, your eyes fluttering shut as he carefully works a bruise into your skin right above the collar. You know damn well that Garreth and Poppy will spot it as soon as you return downstairs, but you can’t find it in yourself to ask him to stop.

As he marks you up, he slips his fingers inside your panties and easily presses them into you. You let your legs fall open wider so he can work his thumb against your clit the way he knows you like.

“Sebastian,” you sigh.

“Do you think Weasley would do this for you?” he growls against your jaw. “You think he would bring you up here away from everyone else and touch you like this?”

“N-no,” you stutter.

“No, he wouldn’t,” he continues. “He’s too polite, like sweet little Poppy.”

“Be nice,” you whine.

“Maybe the two of them should give it a go,” he sneers. “Leave all the real fun to us, hmm?”

You rest your head on his shoulder while he works you over, curling his fingers to press against that spot inside you that makes your legs tremble and your eyes roll back.

“After I make you come, I want you to go back downstairs with me and set things straight,” he murmurs. “They’ll know exactly what you let me do and all this will be over, just like that.”

“What about you?” you whimper. “Can I touch you first?”

“I’ll wait,” he tells you softly. “Until after, in the Undercroft. You’ll take care of me then, won’t you, love?”

Merlin, you wish he’d let you get him off now. You can feel the hard outline of his cock pressing against your hip and you wish he’d just pull it out and fill you up right here, even though Sirona would undoubtedly ban you for life.

“Bas,” you whine. “Please.”

“As much as I love how eager you are, darling,” he murmurs, punctuating his words with a particularly firm thrust of his hand, “we’ll need somewhere much more private.”

When he finally brings you off, you’re already thinking about how you’ll get on your knees for him as soon as the gate to the Undercroft shuts behind you.

He’s grinning when you eventually open your eyes.

“You’re unbelievable,” you hiss.

He merely smirks and gently pulls his hand out from between your thighs, letting your messy, ruined undergarments settle back into place. You wince knowing you’ll have no choice but to wear them to go downstairs and even back to the castle.

“We ought to be off,” he says lazily. “We’ve kept our poor dates waiting long enough, I think.”

You shift your skirt slightly as you sneak back downstairs behind Sebastian. However, before either of you can rejoin the table, Sebastian pauses just around the corner and gently holds up a hand.

“Look,” he murmurs.

Across the room, you see Poppy giggling happily while Garreth demonstrates a trick with one of the pub’s napkins. He taps his wand against it and it folds itself into a plush-looking Niffler, and then a friendly Kneazle. Lastly, he wads it up himself and offers it to her with a cheeky grin, and you know from having seen him carry out the same trick during one of your tutoring sessions that he’s just told her it’s a Puffskein.

She laughs brightly and blushes, easily accepting it from him.

“Well, well,” you murmur. “Poppy and Garreth… who would’ve thought?”

Sebastian just turns around and smiles smugly at you.

“Don’t start,” you warn him. “You didn’t.”

“I absolutely did,” he beams. “Come on, love. Did you really think I had a thing for Poppy? I love you, and she’s been here for Garreth this whole time.”

Your mouth hangs open uselessly while you try to put together a witty retort, but you’re utterly at a loss for words.

“B-but it was my idea to make it a double date!” you eventually stammer.

“Was it, though?” he asks knowingly, and you simply groan in frustration.

Sebastian laughs delightedly while you follow him out the front doors of the pub, the only intelligible words coming out of your mouth being “wanker” and “unbelievable.”

But when he wraps his arm around your waist and starts to walk you back to the castle, you figure you won’t really be angry with him for long — not when he’s finally demonstrated that he actually does have a sweet side.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian x mc #sebastian x reader #garreth weasley #poppy sweeting #my fic #once again formatting beat my ass but i did my best #lmk about any big oopsies please

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midnight-songbird · 1 month ago

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As much as we all love Scorpio, there's no denying he deserves to get told off at least once. Maybe more.

This takes place in Scorpio's route, a little after the prologue. The gods have been on earth for a few weeks at this point.

Gender neutral mc, no gendered language used. I am using my own name here, though.

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Sting Him Back (Scorpio x MC)

I really don't know why I chose him. He's never been anything but rude to me. I try to be nice, but I'm really getting sick of it. He won't even call me by name! He just refuses. It really is infuriating, now that I think about it. If I have to sit through another round of his insults-

"Hey! Stupid human, can't you hear me?! I said get over here and help me!"" Scorpio barks out, startling me out of my thoughts.

Deciding that I've had enough of him, and of being nice, I fire back, "I DO have a name, you know."

"There's no reason for me to use your name. Stupid human."

"Oh, I've got a reason. It's called respect!"

"Why should I respect a filthy human like you?!"

"Because it costs you NOTHING to be polite! Absolutely nothing! You're making a big deal out of this for no reason!"

"Tch... Who do you think you are, talking to a god like that?" As he speaks, he flashes his upturned sneer at me. Holy hell it pisses me off when he does that.

I have an idea, just to spite him. I've already turned around, my back to him. Standing with my arms crossed over my chest, I pretend like I don't hear Scorpio. I casually make eye contact with Leon and show him a confident grin to silently communicate my plans. He catches on and is unsurprisingly thrilled to play along.

"That Scorpion is stubborn as ever, isn't he," Leon comments.

"Hmph, you're telling me. He's unbearable," I reply back.

"HEY! FILTHY HUMAN!"

I stare at nothing in particular, arms crossed, like I'm deep in thought and didn't hear him.

"Stupid human, look at me when I'm talking to you!"

I give no response. This is about to get fun.

"...Hm? Say something, Scorpio?"

"Yes, I told you-"

"Oh, silly me, must be hearing things."

"DAMMIT HUMAN, YOU BETTER ANSWER ME OR EL-"

Sounds like a good time to have at him.

I whip around to face him, speaking with a mocking tone, "Ohhh, was that supposed to scare me??? Why should I fear a scoundrel like you with no decorum whatsoever?"

"EXCUSE ME?!" comes his indignant screech.

With a sickly sweet smile, a honeyed tone, and a falsely sincere hand to my heart, I say to him, "Oh, of course, you're excused!" My sweet grin turns wicked.

Oh yeah, Scorpio's ticked. Realizing he won't win this, he yells, "UGH!"

And with that, he stomps away, dramatically slamming the door shut behind him.

"Aww, you don't wanna play anymore? That's too bad," I purr out. I'm quite satisfied with myself, if I'm being honest.

With his signature smirk, Leon praises, "I'm impressed, Goldfish. You've got quite the backbone."

Ichthys is shocked, and it shows on his face. "That. Was. AWESOME, WINTER!!!" Now grinning, he adds, "You tooootttallllllyyy told Scorpy off!!!" After his cheers of delight, Ichthys couldn't help himself from sticking his tongue out.

Teorus squawks in agreement, "Yeah! Who knew Goldie could get scary!!!

Dui chimes in next, beaming, "No one can say you aren't brave, Winter."

Huedhaut pipes up with, "I must admit, I admire the snark. Well done."

I play along with Huedhaut, my smile present in my voice, "That's quite the high compliment, considering it came from you."

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Later that evening, I'm still hanging out at the mansion. Scorpio hasn't come back out since he stormed off.

I'm chatting with Dui when I hear something. Scorpio has come back to the living room, presumably thinking I'd be gone by now. The moment he sees me, he stops dead in his tracks and actually growls. I can't say I'm surprised. I am a little amused, however...

Now, Scorpio and I are just staring at each other. Breaking the silence, with heavy sarcasm in my tone, I ask, "What, are you back for more?"

He just scowls, turns on his heel, and walks right out.

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This is my first fic ever, and I really had fun writing it!

And it wouldn't feel right if I didn't thank @fateinthestars , @star-crossed-mid , @pyxianox , @izaberu-chann , and @eclipsegalaxy ! They all helped me out in writing this! Thank you guys <3

I think I'll have a little epilogue to this at some point, I have no idea when.

#star crossed myth #scm scorpio #scm dui #scm leon #scm teorus #scm ichthys #scm huedhaut #fanfic

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password-door-lock · 2 months ago

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Mystictober Day 11-- Doll/Heart

Saeyoung teaches you and Saeran how to make dolls (771 words).

“What do you think, my love?” Saeran asks, holding up the mermaid plushie for you to observe. The hair isn’t quite finished yet, but otherwise, the toy is very well-made.

“Oh, it’s so cute,” you beam. It’s clear that Saeran has taken great care in sewing and stuffing his doll. You particularly like the iridescent fabric that he used for the mermaid’s tail. “I’m sure the kids will be happy to play with it once they notice.”

At the moment, the entire population of the orphanage is absolutely captivated by Saeyoung. As part of his volunteer work (now that he no longer works for the agency, he has a great deal of time on his hands, and has been putting the vast majority toward community service), he’s been teaching the residents how to carry out various crafts. This week’s lesson is in dollmaking, and Saeyoung invited you and Saeran to attend and help the kids gain courage in working at something so difficult.

“I wonder where he learned to do this,” Saeran muses, carefully sewing the yarn hair onto his doll. He’s apparently elected to go for a rainbow of colors, which is sweet, but the task itself looks somewhat tedious, considering how often he needs to switch yarns.

“I overheard him telling the kids that he studied with Santa Claus at the North Pole,” you report. Your own doll is not coming along half as well as Saeran’s— the stitches were a touch uneven, so your attempt to stuff the vaguely heart-shaped plushie did not go over well. Right now, you’re focused on giving your creation a friendly face, so as not to scare the children.

“What?” Saeran laughs good-naturedly. “I never heard that before.”

“It’s true,” Saeyoung materializes beside your table. For the benefit— and amusement— of the children, he’s speaking in his 707 voice. While he’s gotten comfortable existing just as Saeyoung around his family and friends, he’s much less confident around strangers, and occasionally defaults to his old persona. To his credit, this way of speaking does elicit lots of giggles from the kids. “I went there hoping I could train to become a Christmas elf, but Santa told me I was too tall. He agreed to teach me how to make toys, though, since he didn’t want me to be sad.”

A cluster of nearby kids giggles. “You should talk to Jumin about getting yourself a spot on the Children’s Network,” you advise.

“Does C&R… own the Children’s Network?” Saeran asks, adding a pink hair to the head of his doll.

Truth be told, you have no idea, but you wouldn’t be surprised. “C&R owns most things,” you shrug.

“They said I’m too tall for that, too,” Saeyoung pretends to lament.

You snort, and Saeran giggles. “Maybe they could give the spot to me, then,” he muses, “I know how to make dolls, and I’m shorter than you are.” “Wow,” Saeyoung examines the mermaid, “Nice work, Saeran.” He then redirects his attention to your creation. “And MC… good effort.” You can’t help but laugh. “Shut up. Mine is cute.”

“If the kids don’t want it, I’ll take it home and play with it,” Saeran jokes.

“Of course the kids will want it,” Saeyoung tells his brother off, “It was made with love.”

“Thanks! How do you get the eyes to be the same size?” You ask, too focused on your project to internalize the compliment.

“Mr. Saeyoung!” A child calls from across the room. “Could you show me how to do the hair again, please?”

“Oh, so cute,” Saeran observes quietly. You can’t help but agree. The kid’s polite phrasing is adorable.

“You’ll figure it out, MC,” Saeyoung assures you with a pat on the arm. “I trust your creativity.”

“Okay,” you’re not so sure, but you know Saeyoung means well. “Thank you.”

When his brother is gone, Saeran turns toward you. “Would you like some help, my love, or would you prefer to figure it out on your own?”

Saeran is always checking in like this, making certain that he knows what your boundaries are to ensure he doesn’t cross them. You really appreciate this about him.

“Please help me,” you give him the biggest eyes you can muster. You really want to make a nice doll for the kids.

“Of course, my angel.” Saeran sets down his doll— which looks like it’s almost finished— and reaches for yours. “I’ll show you what I did for mine. Then I’ll pull out the stitch and let you try it for yourself. Watch closely, okay?”

You are so head-over-heels in love with this man. “Okay.”

#mm_mystictober2024 #mystic messenger #mystic messenger drabble #choi saeran #saeran choi #choi saeyoung #saeyoung choi #fanfiction

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peterparkersnose · 2 years ago

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Apologies

pairing: Sebastian Sallows x fem!reader

word count: 2.8k

warnings: takes place sixth year, teasing, comments about the readers appearance, slight swearing from sebastian, nothing too bad here

a/n hi let’s not bully this fanfic to the point of deletion like the last one :) We do not support JK Rowling here and her views. Hate will be blocked and deleted. Also, don’t ask why Y/N has lipstick on her chin. Sebastian is probably sloppy anyways. Love the mc gifs, even though mine was brunette 😒. Anyways, MC isn’t any specific house in this story so feel free to choose your own!

side note: this is the first fic i edited with grammarly. no clue why i haven’t before, i use it on all my school papers. enjoy the somewhat grammatically correct fic! probably first one ever lmao

summary A joke Sebastian makes goes a little too far

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read time: 10 mins 31 seconds

“And don’t you just look wonderful today, Y/N!” Poppy cheered, joining your side as you walked down the Hogwarts halls. You smiled, knowing exactly what she was referring to.

“Thank you, Poppy! You look splendid as well,” you smiled, returning the compliment to your Hufflepuff friend. Poppy hastily ran in front of you and opened the door to Charms class. Your eyes quickly scanned the classroom, not looking for anything in particular. When they landed on him, your heart seemed to skip a beat like it always did.

Sebastian was already there; he and Ominis were arguing sitting at the table adjacent to yours and Poppy’s. Your eyes immediately snapped to the boy, but only briefly.

Sebastian was dressed down today, which suddenly made your appearance feel out of place. His white button-down with rolled-up sleeves and a loose Slytherin tie looked so simple in comparison to your new look. You yearned to take a second glance, but you were sure it would have been too obvious that you were looking at him.

As you took your seat and spoke to Poppy, you occasionally let your gaze drift beyond hers and to the boy— his hair was messy. Had he even combed it this morning? You could just visualize him ruffling it for just a brief moment, looking in the mirror, and thinking ‘Good enough’. He would be shrugging his shoulders and following Ominis out the door as he yelled at Sebastian for making him late.

The way his shoulders were spread as he lay his head in his arms placed on the table was almost enchanting to look at. Was he speaking to Ominis or the girl at the next table? Your heart began to race, as you didn’t want to know the answer to that question. His head bowed once more before he sat upright. Yawning, he stretched his arms behind him and his gaze suddenly met yours. As you snapped your gaze back to Poppy, you heard him let out a tired groan. Oh, he knew what he was doing.

“Y/N?” Poppy asked as you re gained your focus back on the conversation you were having. “Yes!” you answered, a little too loudly and confidently.

“What is it?” Poppy inquired, turning her head to see exactly what you were looking at.

“Poppy! Not now,” you whispered and looked down at your shoes. “He’s smirking, you know. Playing with the end of his tie like an idiot.”

“You were saying?” you asked, changing the subject back to the original topic. “Sorry,” Poppy sighed. You gave her a comforting smile. “What color is that? On your lips,” she asked. You took the tiny tube of lipstick out from your robes, opened the cap, and showed Poppy. “Imelda let me use her dark cherry balm she got from Hogsmeade. She said it suits my complexion well but… I’m still not quite sure.”

You had spent all night practicing with Imelda. In previous days you had expressed your interest in makeup after noticing Imelda’s long eyelashes and flushed cheeks. She taught you the right way to apply makeup and how to make it look simple. The first time you applied your own she described it as ‘horrendous’. So, after staying up hours after curfew, you finally mastered the look you were going for. Imelda reviewed it and let you finally out of the dormitory after making sure you weren’t going to class looking like a fool.

“You're going to have to teach me sometime! It looks absolutely stunning. I’m not sure how you don’t have every prefect swooning over you right now.” Poppy said, gazing over your makeup look. “I would love to teach you sometime Poppy, what about—”

As you were about to finish your sentence, you heard the stool next to Poppy scrape against the floor. Before you knew it, the brown-haired boy leaped from the student section and onto the floor. He then approached your table, simply placing his hands firmly near the edges of your textbook, and looked down at you.

“What was I hearing about prefects?” he asked, squinting and studying your face. If the blush wasn’t enough, you were sure you were bright red.

“Are you interested in becoming one next year?” he asked. You shrugged, trying to ignore his addicting gaze. Poppy smiled and happily answered the question for you “I was just saying how I was surprised that—”

“Poppy!” you proclaimed, hitting her boot with the tip of yours. All in good fun, Poppy was one to exploit your confided crush on Sebastian any day.

“I have no interest in becoming a prefect, Sebastian.” you sighed, finally giving in and looking up at him. He took a step back, still squinting.

“Are you interested in becoming a clown then? With this new look, you’ll make a perfect carnie.”

Sebastian was expecting an eye roll and some slight beratement from you for that comment, but instead, he was met with a wide eyed-lips partially parted look from you. For the first time ever he considered that he may have crossed the line with you.

You were unsure of what to say.

“Sebastian!” Ominis called from their table. “Leave her alone. You have better things to do with your time than berating our friend.”

Poppy gave your arm a reassuring pat as Sebastian awkwardly made his way back to his seat. “He didn’t mean it. He’s just a stupid boy, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” she whispered to you just as Professor Ronan began his descent down the stairs from his office.

The pit in your stomach grew as the thought of Sebastian Sallows calling your work that you worked so hard on a ‘carnie’ ran through your head.

“You're being oddly still,” Ominis whispered to Sebastian. He didn’t answer, Sebastian just stared blankly at the rug pattern Professor Roman was walking upon. Ominis poked Sebastian with his wand.

“I’m fine.” he gritted between his teeth. In reality, he was replaying the encounter he had with you just minutes before. Oh, how he wishes he could just suck those words back in. He always seems to mess something up.

“What exactly did you say to Y/N?” Ominis asked. Sebastian let out a sigh. “Nothing-”

“You're a terrible liar.”

“You're a terrible see-er,”

“Your comeback was weak.” Ominis sighed. “Just like your game,” he added.

“My what?”

The room was suddenly quiet and all eyes were on Sebastian. He had said that way too loudly.

“Is everything-” Professor Ronan began to ask Sebastian, but was interrupted.

Garreth Weasley had just made his way into the classroom. The large doors boomed as they shut behind him.

Garreth was a flirt. He would always try to make moves at you that you kindly rejected, but now it was more fun than serious.

He looked your way with a smooth look on his face, but his emotions quickly dropped. “Merlin’s beard Y/N! What did you do, make out with Peeves? He seems to have gotten some of those crazy colors on you!”

“Garreth!” Poppy shouted, doing her best to defend her friend.

That was enough of this makeup business.

You slammed your stool in as you left the Charms classroom almost in tears. Making your way towards the nearest bathroom, you looked in the mirror and looked at the running mascara down your cheeks.

Back in the classroom, there was a stir. Sebastian rose from his seat and met Garreth where he was standing. He took out his wand in one hand, and in the other he grabbed Garreth’s collar, jolting the boy slightly.

“Do that again, and you’ll wish you didn’t.”

Garreth stared at Sebastian with confused fear in his eyes. Sebastian’s grip on his collar tightened as his wand was pointed at Garreth’s neck. Usually, Sebastian was one to go along with his antics; why such the change now?

“Mr. Weasley and Mr. Sallows!” Professor Ronan yelled, causing Sebastian to drop his hold on Garreth. “This behavior is unacceptable! I will be having a word with your Aunt, Mr. Weasley.”

Garreth groaned.

“And for you, Mr. Sallows— return to your common room. We will discuss this matter later,” Professor Ronan said, shoving the two boys even farther apart with his hands.

An excuse to miss class? Sebastian would have done this ages ago if he knew it would have had this result. You didn’t have to ask him twice.

As Sebastian turned the corner and was about to descend down the stairs, he noticed your books piled outside the bathroom. He hesitated to at first, but he pressed his ear against the door. Tiny sniffles came from inside. His hand wrapped around the doorknob, but to no avail. It was locked.

“Alohamora,” he whispered.

Your ears perked as you heard the lock on the restroom click. Quickly, you tried to collect yourself and be as silent as you could to allow the other girl to use the restroom. Or maybe it was Poppy coming to check in on you. Either way, you wanted to be alone. You stared down at the towel in your hand, smeared with the work you were so proud of just minutes before.

And then suddenly, you heard a voice. One you never expected to hear in a woman’s restroom.

“Y/N?” Sebastian asked.

What was he doing in here?

His shoes suddenly came into view as he walked in front of your stall.

“Go away, Sebastian.”

He sighed. “I can’t just do that,”

You sat silently, hoping that if you tried hard enough you could apparate somewhere else.

“Are you decent?” Sebastian asked. “Huh?” you replied, confused. Another swift “Alohamora” came from Sebastian. You rose from the toilet and slammed your arm against the door, using your whole body weight to keep him out. But to no avail, Sebastian was taller and stronger than you.

He was taken aback as you came into view. His heart simply broke at the vision in front of him.

“No,” he whispered almost in shock as he entered the stall with you. The guilt began to rise as he knew he was partially responsible for this.

“Sebastian please,” you begged, turning away. It was embarrassing enough that he had to see you like that; make-up smeared on your face that was left over and tear-stained cheeks weren’t the ideal look.

He took your hand carefully. Only entwining a few fingers at first before you allowed his hand into yours, against your better judgment. He walked out of the stall with you and stood in front of a sink.

“Sit,” he ordered. You stared at him in confusion. “Go on, don’t make me lift you.”

You leaped on the countertop and shuttered a bit as your skirt lifted and your bum hit the cool surface. Sweeping your skirt down nicely, you watched as Sebastian fetched a clean towel and began to wet it.

“What are you doing?” you asked as he ran out the damp towel. Sebastian didn’t answer, instead placing one hand on your jawline to steady your face. You almost slapped his hand out of place until the warm cloth reached your cheek.

“Try not to squirm, love.”

He moved so gently as the cloth ran over your cheeks. Sebastian hated seeing the mascara stains and was happy to see them washed away.

You couldn’t help it—more tears began to form in your lash line.

“No, no,” Sebastian said to reassure you. His hand left your jaw and moved to your hand in your lap. His fingers entwined with yours.

The cloth began to grow cold. Sebastian was almost done wiping your face, his gaze not leaving you once. As he made his final round around, making sure he got everything, his thumb brushed your lips by accident. The feeling of your soft lips was enough to send him wild.

He would be lying if he didn’t admit that when he saw you enter the classroom that he didn’t want that dark, honey-duke color all over his lips.

He sighed as he set the dirty towel next to the one you had used previously in the sink.

“I apologize,” he said sincerely.

“Sebastian—”

“Please, Y/N. I feel terrible.”

You looked down, his hand was still in yours. With his other hand, he brought his hand up to your chin and tilted it back into his line of sight.

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

“I…” you tried to answer. He seemed to be getting closer and closer with each breath.

“Do you want me to…” Sebastian speculated, his face nearing the side of your head. You could feel his breath on your ear.

“…fuck up Garreth?”

A slight gasp came from you as his hand moved from yours to your waist.

“Mm, Sebastian no.” you whimpered.

“Or… let me make it up to you.”

“P-please,” you sighed, nervous to move another inch. “What can I do?” he asked.

A sly smile came to your face.

“I do have one thing in mind.”

Your hand pushed him back from his close stance to you. Feeling his chest for the first time was quite a different experience. You didn’t expect to feel the warmth coming off his body through his thin shirt.

Hopping off the counter, Sebastian was now noticeably taller than you once again. Your hand dipped in your robes and pulled out Imelda’s lip balm.

“And?” he asked, getting impatient as he watched you take off the cap and place it on the counter. Sebastian tapped his finger on the counter. Taking one last glance at his ruffled hair and tattered stance, you turn to the mirror and applied a thick layer of the dark, thin balm on your lips.

“I want you to wear it.”

He let out a laugh. “It’s that simple? Give it to me. It’s not that bad anyways-”

Sebastian reached for the tube of lipstick. You quickly snatched it in your hands and snapped it away.

“W-what was that for? Y/N, come on now. Your confusing me. What do you want?”

You smirked, cocking your hips against the counter. “I said Sebastian, I want you to wear it.”

His jaw hinged as he began to get frustrated. All he was doing was trying to help you, and you were now playing games. Sebastian was done being toyed with. Bending down to become eye level with you once again, he spoke. His nose nearly touched the bridge of yours.

“And how would I do that? You obliviated the thing in to-”

You pushed up with your toes as you took the leap and kissed Sebastian. His eyes shot wide open as you kept yours shut. As he realized what was finally happening, his hands quickly moved to the back of your neck and into your hair. As he began to straighten his back, you began to lose him as he was too tall.

“Oh fuck…” he muttered, grabbing you and vaulting you into his arms and quickly sitting you up on the counter as he had previously threatened. With a very few seconds of breathing, his lips were back on yours and was eager as ever. His hands steadied at your waist as you let out a groan as he pushed down. He stood in between your legs, towering down over you.

As the kiss finally dissolved, his hands cupped your cheeks and looked down at you endearingly. A wide smile came to your face that matched his. You chuckled.

“What is it?” he teased, thinking you were being playful. “Your teeth, Sebastian.”

He looked up in the mirror and gave it a stupid grin. He had the dark lipstick all over his teeth. “Bloody hell, this stuff doesn’t taste good,” he whined as he used his finger to wipe off the excess lipstick. “It’s not meant to eat,”

“I can tell.”

Just as the banter was ending, the lock on the women’s restroom began to jiggle.

Sebastian gave you a worried look as the lock hooked open. In mere seconds, he gave you his infamous smirk and snapped his fingers. He was gone. Apparated out. Confused but not surprised that he knew how to do that, you let the inevitable happen and the door swings open.

“Y/N!” Poppy announced, rushing to find you sitting on the counter. “Are you alright?” she asked confused. To be fair, you were sitting on the bathroom counter with your legs spread a little too far for comfort, lipstick smeared all over your lips and partially your chin (don’t ask) and your hair was disheveled.

“Never better, Popps.”

You followed Poppy out of the bathroom and down the hallway. “You can’t go into class looking like that!”

You shrugged and tugged down your skirt. “Let’s get you cleaned up in my room.”

You followed Poppy once again. After moments of walking silently, she stopped.

“Are you alright?” you asked her.

Poppy had a tooth-baring grin on her face. “He was in there, wasn’t he!” she accused, excitement rising in her demeanor.

Your eyebrows rose as you sighed. She had finally come to the realization. Poppy was a smart girl, but you didn’t think she was that smart. You didn’t mind anyways, she was going to get all the details once you reached her quarters.

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” you dauntingly said, as you made your way further down the hall.

“I know the look of love when I see it.” Poppy said, catching up with you.

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amee-racle-ofmyown · 1 year ago

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Warning: implied/referenced stalking

Ray x oc/cmc

‘You’re wonderful. Flawless, even.’

‘Mmm, flawless is pushing it.’

Her blush wasn’t very noticeable, a light pinkish tint on her warm brown skin, barely illuminated in the garden’s dim lighting. But Ray saw everything. Every little detail, every slight reaction; his senses were keenly honed in on every manner of her presence. He had no doubt his face looked a little flushed too but that was alright. After all, why hide it? She already knew how his heart raced for her.

‘Is it?’

‘I’m not as perfect as you think, Ray. No one is.’

‘Well, you are to me.’

‘Ahh…’ she made a flustered sound and covered her face with her hands. Ray smiled, willing her to move them. Show me your face, he thought, and as if hearing his silent plea, she parted her small hands like curtains, peeking up at him through delicate fingers.

‘You know exactly what to say to flatter someone, huh?’

He gave a quiet little chuckle. ‘Oh, I don’t know… I suppose it just comes easily to me when it’s you.’ He took her hands, gently peeling them away from her face and watching how her eyes widened slightly at the gesture. ‘Every moment I spend near you, I just can’t help but be aware of every single thing I like about you. Complimenting you feels like the most natural thing in the world.’

She flushed far more visibly at that. Ray laughed softly once more, his hands gently squeezing hers, preventing her from hiding behind them. Oh, how he delighted in those flaring cheeks. He wanted nothing more than to cup her face and gaze into those eyes, stroking her soft skin with his thumbs and muttering endless sweet praise to see just how red she would go. And he would mean every word.

‘Um, th-thank you… I like you a lot too, Ray. Just- um- you haven’t known me for very long-’

I’ve known you for so much longer than you think… He wouldn’t dare utter such a thought out loud, however. Ray didn’t know how she would take it. She couldn’t know how many months he’d spent watching, waiting. Yearning. Would she be upset if she knew? Scared, even? Of course, he’d only ever done so with good intentions but what if she didn’t like it? What would she think of him? Would she call him a creep? Would she think him crazy if she knew exactly to what lengths he would go to keep her safe and in the palm of his hands? Would she try to run away? No, he couldn’t take that chance. He didn’t even want to even think about it.

‘I’m sure there’ll be all kinds of things you don’t like about me, to be honest. I don’t understand why you already seemed to like me so much so soon after meeting me for the first time...’

The girl’s words made him frown a little. Did she doubt his sincerity? Worse still, was it possible she was suspicious of him…?

She seemed to pick up on his concern, as she brought his hands to her chest and looked up at him, meeting his eyes with a shy but undeniably warm and reassuring smile, before she continued to speak.

‘What I mean is, I want to spend more time together, Ray. I want you to get to know me properly and I really want to know you. If you still like me so much after that… well, then we can keep going from there.’ There was still a faint blush over her features as she smiled up at him. The crinkles beneath her twinkling eyes made him think of the gentle creases and overlapping folds of petals around the stem of a rose.

Ray wasn’t entirely sure he understood what she meant, but she’d said she liked him and that she wanted to spend more time with him, so, that was what mattered most, right?

‘I… like the sound of that. And Princess, I don’t think you could do anything at all to make me dislike you. I would do anything for you, MC.’

#I cringed so hard writing this but I couldn't get the scenario out of my head #this is mirae btw! he still calls her mc at this point bc she hasn't told him her real name (mc is the nickname and username she uses)#obv he does know her name. this is ray we're talking about. but she doesn't know he knows lol #amee writes #mystic messenger #mysme #mysmes #mirae chon oc #my oc #mysme ray #saeran choi #saeran x cmc #saeran x oc #cw implied stalking #cw mentions of stalking

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mishkakagehishka · 1 year ago

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hello !!! sorry this is v random but i just got into enstars recently and i was wondering about that funky little mika guy . just in general . seknots-izumimir said ur absolutely insane about him (compliment) and to go ask u about it so 🧍‍♂️

LMFAOOO my MikaP slay when I get rec'd as the person to ask ab Mika.

In general? I'll keep this relatively bare, in that case, so you don't feel overwhelmed :3

Mika is just a lil guy. A lil dude. His full name is Mika Kagehira, the "Mika" is written in hiragana (he disliked it bc it was "feminine", a different character compared him to Michelangelo for it, etc etc), and his last name is written as 影片 - "shadow fragment". He grew up in an orphanage where he is heavily implied to have been parentified (he speaks often about being in charge of "taking care of the lil ones" when explaining why he's good at doing household chores or taking care of others). There are a few stories where he mentions his parents, and his bio even states "parents" in his bio, but he has a lot more moments where he implies he was never actually adopted, so it's kind of up in the air, but I lean towards "never adopted" bc it comes up more often and in situations he is less likely to lie in. (Like, he mentions parents when he talks to the MC, but the entire tone of that conversation was him being lowkey annoyed with her prying, whereas when talking to his unitmate whom he idolises, he mentions stuff like "at one point I stopped wanting to be adopted" and "you know I can't meet my parents even if I wanted to").

Anyway. He speaks the Kansai dialect, and I talked a lot about how beautifully they subvert the "country accent = idiot" trope with him, but in short, he does call himself stupid, but he is actually kind of a genius. He met his unitmate, Shu, when they were kids, and idolised him since then. He enrolled into Yumenosaki just because he wanted to see Shu again. Yumenosaki has famously difficult entrance exams - that he was able to pass. He also found a copy of the Mabinogion, as it was an English manuscript, it was very likely written in Middle English, and he went and read it using only a dictionary. I could barely even read parts of Canterbury Tales, and I'm, like, fluent. Anyway. He joined Valkyrie when he was a 1st year💅 Although back then, Nazuna was also a member, but along came the War and uh. I suggest reading Reminiscence * Marionette bc it's really good :)

After Shu's execution (which is to say, when Valkyrie's reputation was killed on-stage, Nazuna left the unit and Shu had a mental breakdown), Valkyrie became inactive. While Shu was recovering, Mika was the one taking up odd jobs to keep Valkyrie afloat, as well as taking care of Shu. He's a hardworking lad :] He had a tsundere phase that I feel we don't talk often enough about, but when he was a 2nd year is when the story begins and the player character arrives - due to her association with Trickstar and fine (?), Shu didn't trust her and often said things like, "We don't need a producer" to get her to fuck off. Mika took up the same attitude of calling her an enemy of Valkyrie, but he also very obviously wanted to befriend her, so you're left with some hilarious scenes. Such as in Toy Box, when he was doing a part-time job washing the dishes, and the Producer tries to talk to him because he was there sobbing about his money problems. I have these lines burnt in my memory because of how funny they were to me, but he starts off by saying, "oh, you want me to tell you my problems so you can find my weakness, huh, you fiend?!", then he gets startled and almost drops a plate - says he could have "started hating you for real", and quickly adds, "not that i'd have a problem with hating you". He warms up to you later, though, and by the current timeline, will often offer you candy :) Because he's normal and alwaysss carries candy on him. He likes fruity flavours :]

Anyway. His character development is really neat. During the start of the story, he was pretty much a doll to be manipulated, he let Shu control him and all he did, and he didn't mind it as Nazuna did, in fact he was very happy to play into this role. But as of the current stories, they're both developing past that, with Shu becoming more open to accepting his opinions and individuality, and Mika learning to be more independent and assertive. In Hermitage, he changes the entire concept of a new song very last-minute, which is something he would never have dared to do in the early stories, for example.

I think that's like. The biggest things about him? So for more minor lil fun facts - he has a lower sense of pain and will often not realise if he's pricked himself while sewing (he's also pretty good at sewing! The wikia has a section for clothes he's made), he makes art that leans into eroguro and grotesque (he's also a big fan of horror! He and Ritsu watch horror movies together, and he has a collection of scary posters and images he puts up in his room, apparently to sleep better, whatever he meant by that). He's blind as a bat in the dark <3 He has a twin sister that was featured in Ensemble Girls! They've met in an enstars story, Milky Way, but they didn't know they were siblings, however in EnGirls, she mentions having met her brother. EnGirls takes place during the current year of enstars, so i'm hoping for a crossover story. And you'll immediately notice he's the token heterochromia character - he actually used to hate his eyes and would blame them for why he was abandoned as a child. He had some form of social anxiety for a while where he was too scared to look people in the eye or talk to people at all for fear of his eyes "creeping them out". But he's still very anxious about going on radio and talk shows🫶 Another way of subverting the trope for his dialect, and directly mentioning it, is that people expect him to be extroverted and funny because of the way he speaks (Kansai is the dialect spoken by manzai comedians), and he feels that he disappoints people by being an introvert because of that. (And this is why i headcanon him calling himself stupid as an act - he can't make himself funny or extroverted, but he can make himself seem stupid, which plays into the stereotype, to "avoid disappointing people") Magazines describe him as cool, mysterious and "frail-looking".

I think I failed at making this succinct. If anything opened more questions, feel free to ask me to elaborate tho :) i love talking ab Mika!!!!

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didhewinkback · 2 years ago

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an untitled, unedited enemies to lovers blurb

a/n: this idea came into my head a few hours ago and i had to write it down it was driving me nutso. in this world harry is a famous footballer (leave me alone) & the mc is a famous singer ! who knows why ! lmk what you think! you can find my other work here.

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You walked into the conference room to find it completely empty, except for the mystery person at the end of the table. The back of their chair was facing you, all you could see was their jogger clad legs propped up on the table, crossed at the ankles, adidas sneakers bopping to an imaginary beat. You had just seen those sneakers…where had you seen them?

You didn’t have much time to ruminate as their owner swiveled in their chair to face you and …oh fuck.

“You’ve got shit posture for a footballer,” you said, pointing to the way he was slouched in his chair. You meant to ask what he was doing here, why he was in the conference room Rachelle had booked for your meeting, but the urge to insult him was far greater. A thrill rushed through you when his brow furrowed in irritation.

“Y’ know it’s a miracle you sound so good when you sing when you’ve got such a massive stick up your arse.”

“Ah, so you think I sound good when I sing?” you ask, smirking when he rolled his eyes.

“Why are you here?”

“Should be asking you the same question. Supposed to be meeting my team here.”

“Well, that’s not true. Because I’m meeting my team here.”

“You must’ve read the invite wrong, Rachelle booked Room 312 for us. For me.”

“No, babe, you read it wrong. Jeff booked this one for me.”

“Don’t call me babe.”

“Did I strike a nerve there?” he says with a smirk, leaning forward with a gleam in his eye. “Is that what your American bloke used to call you?”

“Keeping tabs on my love life, are you?” you ask, in a miraculously steady voice despite the way he was making your blood boil.

“You are actually insufferable.”

“That’s not a no.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, opening his mouth to hurl the next jab when -

“Oh good, you’re both here.”

Your heads swiveled to face Jeff, walking in the room with Rachelle and a handful of members of your team. And Harry’s team. He actually had a surprising amount of women on his team. Huh. No. Stop. Focus. Don’t compliment him.

“Please sit,” Jeff says.

“I’m good,” you say, standing firm as you hear Harry snort.

“What’s going on?”, he asks, irritably, “Is this about that bloody photoshoot?”

“Well, yes and no.” Rachelle said, not really looking either of you in the eyes. “We - well, let’s just let you see for yourself.”

She tapped her tablet, airplaying it onto the big screen in the middle of the room.

And - oh.

You remembered this shot, the two of you facing each other in the tight alleyway, almost pressed against each other. Your leg was raised, high heeled clad foot pressing into the wall next to him. You had done several takes where both of you were looking at the camera but in this one you were looking at each other. And it … you don’t remember him looking at you like that.

The tension in the photo was palpable, it almost felt like the camera was intruding on a private moment. Like the two of you were seconds away from pouncing on each other.

He clears his throat, the two of you locking eyes before quickly looking away, the faintest of pink blushes coloring his cheeks as he sunk even lower into his chair. Huh.

“Still don’t see what this has to do with anything,” he says, staring daggers at Jeff.

“Well, you see -” Lydia, a girl from your PR team, speaks up, adjusting her glasses, phone in hand. “There’s been a lot of talk since the shoot and these photos haven’t even been released. A few of the PAs from the shoot made TikToks talking about how hot the two of you looked together, how you couldn’t keep your eyes off each other –”

“Well, that’s bullshit.” you scoff.

“And we’re planning on encouraging them to make follow ups where they talk about how flirty the two of you were –”

“Why the fuck would you do that?” Harry asks.

“H - you need some major image rehab after…” Jeff clears his throat. “Well, you know. If we want you to get into those big tryouts this is one way to get the conversation going.”

“And,” Rachelle turns towards you, “if you want to start making the stuff you actually want to make, we need as many eyes on this new music as possible.”

“So,” she continues, looking over at Jeff, who nods. “We’re suggesting a relationship. Strictly PR. Get rumors flowing, get you papped a few places over the course of a few months. You go to a few games, he goes to a few shows. Strictly business.”

“Oh, fuck no.” you say, in unison.

Well, at least you agree on one thing.

#harry styles fic #there is an 99.9 percent chance this wont go anywhere #i will be finishing something old before i do anything else #but ive got this and another story rattling around in my brain #watch me post another blurb #send help

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I’m going INSANE!!!! I loved the first part of dolcezza!!!!!! I absolutely LOVE the “love at first sight” trope idc what anyone says ITS A CLASSIC and I just LIVE for romance stuff!

Also the way I always somehow deeply relate to your MCs is kinda crazy like hello!?? I always feel called out lol but her having a stalker was a shock and of course she didn’t even notice it at first :( I have so many questions about that like are we going to learn more about it later in the story? Or do you think the stalker might show up again?!

THE WAY THEY MET WAS SO PERFECT AHHH that dramatic effect of physically bumping into each other AGHHH PERFECT! And him pet name dropping that same moment along with the OG “Kitten” name!?! Ugh I love him already! I also think it’s so adorable how everyone we’ve met at the restaurant already has a name assigned for her even if they haven’t know each other like Antonio, Niall, and Harry all having one for her just makes we want to explode from how cute it is!

OH MY GOD DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED WHEN HARRY COMPLIMENTED HER ABOUT HER NOT NEEDING TO CHANGED?!?? I swear I wanted to melt into the floor because how can he just drop that and act so casually!?! I would have COMBUSTED!!! But ngl I would have reacted the same way lol idk why it’s simple things like that make my brain go haywire sometimes lol

Ahhhh I’m already so excited for the next part!!!! But you take your time and rest! You deserve it and SO much more!!! No pressure!—💜

Sometimes I think I like writing just to read your reactions 💕 (not that I think it’s worthy of the reaction, it’s just something I do look forward to! I hope you know what I mean.)

I love love at first sight. I have a whole bf and I still dream about it 🤭

Bestie, I think we share a brain cell probably. Thats why you relate. This whole blog is an informal way of me coping with my unstable mental state. Most of my characters are me calling myself out 🙃 so sorry to call you out but at least you have company! 💕

Stalking—def called an audible on the fly. I needed a little something, something. Don’t you worry it won’t be the last you hear of it 😉

I wanted her to have her own nickname but I think I’ll die before I stop calling the MC kitten. Lazy writing but. It’s nearly necessary for me hahaha

I need someone who speaks Italian to confirm my little names. I did a google search and translate but I’m so worried I sound like an idiot because the internet lied. Tesorino is supposed to be darling (according to the web). Dolcezza said sweetness. I’m a little more confident about principessa (I love a good cognate!)

Think it’s safe to say he’s head over heels for her 🥰😉 my brain goes crazy too! Made it halfway to work a month ago before I realized I forgot makeup 🙃 I would pass out from a compliment from Harry for sure. Immediately.

You’re so nice! Right now, I have next to NOTHING for part 2. I haven’t had time to write yet this week but just finished a book this evening so hopefully I can write tomorrow/Thursday and the weekend!

Hope studying is going well 💕

Xoxo

#dolcezza #💜

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robbybarnes · 2 years ago

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~DUSKWOOD~

(It really took me a lot this time to write it, but in my defense I have a lot to do 😅😅 it's really not a super chapter but it has some hints for what will come next...so enjoy ^^)

Hold My Hand - part 13

After the chat with Darkness, MC had paused to reflect on the driveway steps. Everything that person had told her seemed surreal. A cognitive recalibration program? People would do anything for power, even forget the value of human life. At the mere thought of what these people could do with that weapon in hand, she shivered. She had to keep Dedalus safe. Under no circumstances should she have handed it over to Jake and Sarah's kidnappers.

She rubbed her temple slowly. Now she had to rearrange her ideas and try to think about the next move. The most important thing to do at the time was to keep Dedalus under control. Making sure that no one approached the program or Lilly, was a priority.

She sighed looking one last time at the screen of her phone, wondering how Jake was doing. Maybe, she told herself, a stupid question since he's been tortured in a cold and dark dungeon. She returned to the house taking care to lock the front door and at that very moment she heard Dan complaining.

MC: "Everything all right?"

D: "Absolutely."

He was sitting at the table, arms crossed to the chest and a grumpy face on.

MC: "For some reason I don't believe you..."

Dan snored raising his right arm and pointing at Alan's room.

D: "He's injured and wants to play the hero of the situation."

MC: "Looks to me you two are very much alike."

D: "Was that suppose to be a compliment?"

MC: "More like a matter of fact. You did the same back in the days and yet you're surprised there is someone stubborn like you at this world."

D: "Oh, come on! I was totally fine!"

MC: "Totally fine...on an wheelchair. Yup, absolutely."

D: "At least I have been useful. I shot that son of a bitch and...and..."

He knew he had crossed the line. He looked down and closed his eyes, sighing. MC saw the man's face saddened and approached him sitting on the chair right in front of him.

MC: "Okay. Why don't you tell me what's really going on here?"

Dan looked at her for a long moment, then shook his head slightly and smiled sadly at her.

D: "I'm fine. Like always. Don't try to find something that there isn't."

MC: "I'm not."

D: "Then leave it. Just have a moment for yourself and relax. But I'm telling you, if he continues with that attitude I will drag him to the Hospital by his hairs like a caveman."

She smiled at the joke imagining the scene. Then she met Dan's gaze once more, stretched out her arm over the table, and put her hand on the man's arm.

MC: "I see. But I will always have time for a drink, if you'll ever need to."

D: "Yeah. Thanks, MC."

At that moment Lilly entered the salon and MC saw Dan quickly put the small object back in his pants pocket.

L: "Okay, I spoke with Hannah and she told me that everything is fine at the Aurora. Phil told them to stay for as long as they need, but he wants to speak to you."

MC: "Me? Why?"

L: "Don't know but it felt important."

MC: "Then I'll text him now. I wonder what he needs to tell me."

L: "Good, I'll cook something to eat in the meantime. We all need to recharge. Come on Dan, I need a hand."

D: "Oh yes, girl. You choose the fucking God of Food. Be ready to be amazed!"

Lilly made a gesture with her hand as if she was chasing away a fly.

L: "Yeah, sure Dan."

Watching the two of them disappear behind the door of the kitchen she approached the sofa in the living room, sat on the soft cushions and opened the chat with the man.

MC: "Hello stranger."

She didn't need to wait too long for the answer.

P: "Look who's in town. ;)"

MC: "Lilly said you wanted to talk to me. What's up?"

P: "Straight to the point. I see..."

MC: "Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude, but I'm a bit tired. And curious. You wanted to talk to me, why?"

P: "Maybe I just wanted to hear you, see how you're doing. You disappeared for a whole year."

MC: "With good reasons."

P: "I know."

MC: "Wait, you were worried about me?"

P: "..."

He stopped for a few seconds.

P: "No."

MC: ";)"

P: "Would that be a bad thing?"

MC: "Not at all, no."

He stopped again leaving she wondering what was going on.

P: "I wanted to thank you, MC."

MC: "For what?"

P: "For believing in my innocence."

MC: "Well, I couldn't let an innocent man in prison. That's not who I am. Besides, I wasn't the only one. Jessy fought like a lioness for you."

P: "I know. She went to pick me up when they discharged me. We had a long talk after that."

MC: "So now you two are good?"

P: "We still have things to solve, but we are closer than we were. The only one left to thank was you and by the way, don't act like you didn't do anything. I owe you a big one. :)"

MC: "Well...you're welcome. :)"

She smiled at her phone happy for both Jessy and Phil.

P: "So, since we had this matter covered I should probably tell you the other thing."

She waited while Phil was writing, hearing Lilly and Dan laughing in the kitchen. She smiled as well. Despite what they were going through, those little moments were what they needed.

P: "After Alan discharged me from all the accusations, he kinda became a regular guest at the Aurora. He said he wasn't sure if he could tell the bunch everything, but he needed someone trusted to keep an eye on the group."

MC: "Okay...I guess. So you two became best buddies, that's new."

P: "..."

MC: "Okay, okay. You helped him. Then what?"

P: "She told me about her daughter and that he was desperate. That's why I suggested him ask for your help."

MC: "Wait, what? I thought..."

P: "Don't worry he replied with a big no. He told me you had already done enough, but when your friend got caught he didn't have a choice. Anyway I did what he told me to do and one day a lady came at the Aurora. She didn't say much at first, then she started to flirt with me."

MC: "And that's weird because...?"

P: "I'm not stupid, MC, I know when someone has other intentions. She wasn't flirting with me, she wanted to know about the police's Chief. She wanted to know exactly where she could find him."

MC: "What!?"

P: "You read that right."

MC: "Who was she?"

P: "I don't know, but I haven't told her anything. I just said that was none of her business and that if she wanted to contact him, she could use her leg or the phone. After that she left, but not without giving me a creepy look."

MC: "A woman. Did she tell you something about herself? Something that could help us identify her?"

P: "I'm afraid she didn't. But as she walked out she received a call. I wasn't able to hear much, just a strange name."

MC: "Define strange."

P: " 'Prometheus' . Does that mean something for you?"

MC: "I'm not sure, but I see a certain pattern with the Greek mythology. I can't say it for sure, but you have probably met one of the bad guys."

P: "Hey, if you need I can try to find this woman. I can recognize her in a mile."

MC: "No, please! Stay where you are and keep watching the group."

P: "I can take care of myself MC."

MC: "I know you can...it's just..."

P: "Who's worried now? :)"

MC: "Look, the situation is already bad. I don't want them to have an excuse to hurt someone close to me, again..."

P: "That's why you shouldn't worry. We're not so close MC."

MC: "Phil please, don't do anything stupid. You already have a job okay? You've never did something stupid, don't start now. These people are dangerous."

P: "Fine. But if she shows up again at the Aurora..."

MC: "Then you'll call me. Only me."

P: "..."

MC: "Phil I'm dead serious. We have to work together or we'll never see the end of this situation. Don't you trust me?"

P: "I do trust you."

MC: "Then keep everyone safe and text me if something happens."

P: "...they made it personal, MC."

At that point she realized. He was pissed for what they did at Jessy's. She wasn't sure since he never showed that kind of attachment to the girl or to the group, but it was also true that she never talked to him about his feeling for everything that happened, back in the days.

MC: "We'll stop them, Phil and that's a promise."

#Hole My Hand #robbyBarnes #part13 #a bit longer than the others #don't fall asleep please xD

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