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angel-sweets666 · 6 months ago

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Barbarian bakugo x princess! Reader

Your parents arranged you to the brash and rude prince of the barbarians to save their own skin. CHAPTER TWO HERE

warnings and stuff inside of the story: talks of virginity, talks of a virginity check (its accurate to the time period ok?) a/n should I make this a series? I think it’d be fun but idk ur rich btw so just like there’s rich stuff.

THE FULL VERSION IS OUTTT, truely ask and you shall receive. Anyways this is the full edited and lengthened part one I hope it’s better then the sneak peak I gave you guys

AGED UP

Mitsuki leaned back, her piercing gaze fixed on your parents. "So, what do you say? You give us your daughter, and we'll form an alliance," she proposed, pausing for their response. "It would offer protection from the Todoroki kingdom Flamoria, no?" The blonde woman smiled at your father, trying to sway him.

Flamoria had a habit of attacking your home kingdom, however in recent years the bakugos have managed to not only defeat the todorokis but make their kingdom subservient to them.

Your mother hesitated. "I mean, I dunno…"

"We'll do it," he interrupted, cutting off your mother.

"Huh?!" Your mother turned to him, shock evident on her face.

"Perfect. Sign here," Mitsuki said smoothly, handing them a piece of paper which already had both mitsuki and masarus names written down. It was a betrothal agreement, arranging the marriage between you and her hot-tempered son, Bakugo.

Your father reached for the pen, the gravity of the situation pressing down on him. "This will secure our safety and ensure a powerful ally," he murmured, almost convincing himself as much as anyone else.

"But our daughter…" your mother started, her voice filled with concern and disbelief. She looked at Mitsuki, then back at your father, torn between the political necessity and the love for her child.

"We don't have a choice," your father replied firmly, signing the paper. "This alliance is crucial for our kingdom's survival. The Empyrean empire is strong.”

Mitsuki's smile widened as she took the signed document. "Excellent. You won't regret this. Bakugo will make a fine husband, many heirs will come from this, she is a virgin right?” The blonde asks “we can get her checked for it, *name* was very sheltered growing up so we can assure you she’s a virgin.” Your father explains, leaning back in his own squeaky wooden chair. His gaze turns to your mother, who seems distraught about marrying off her child to the barbarian prince. Someone famous for being a violent person.

at 17 years old bakugo had brought back the head of a powerful tribe leader and put it on a stick for everyone to see, at 18 years old he had gathered a small army of men and defeated the midoriya kingdom and had a bloody cloak from the one of the dead soilders to prove it. Then at 20 years old bakugo had forced izuku, the Feywood king to surrender his crown. Which put feywood in the empyrean empire. No one knows where izuku midoriya currently is, all the people know is that he was last scene getting dragged by his green locks by bakugo and was never seen again.

Later on

“YOU ARRANGED ME TO WHO!?” You screamed, staring at your parents in complete horror. How could they do this to you? You make one wrong move and your own husband would order your death! “Look it’s not so bad..” “NOT SO BAD? HES KILLED HUNDREDS! THOUSANDS EVEN” “He won’t kill you though!” Your father exclaimed, An attempt to calm you. “Look, bakugo may seem like a man killing war machine of a prince but his parents assured us that he’s very gentle with women.” You scoffed, leaning your weight to one hip “bullshit. He’s gonna kill me. Brutally, he’s gonna hack off my head just you watch”

Over the next few weeks, you tried everything to call off the arrangement. You attempted to run away before the virginity check, faked illness, and came up elaborate excuses. Nothing seemed to work. Your parents were stubborn, insisting that you marry Katsuki Bakugo for the strength of their own kingdom.

Lying in bed, you tossed and turned, unable to escape the looming dread of marrying the great, scary barbarian prince, soon to be barbarian king. What if he rips your head off just because you refuse to give him a kiss? The thought made your heart race with fear.

Suddenly, a knock on the door snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts. A maid entered, her eyes gloomy with pity . "Your Highness? Tomorrow we will wake you early to help you begin packing for the travel to the Empyrean Kingdom," she said softly, her voice trembling as she tried to avoid any kind of trouble.

You groaned and turned your head toward her. "When am I being sent to them?" you asked

"U-uh, most likely the day after tomorrow," the maid stammered, clearly uneasy with your distress.

You sighed deeply, feeling the weight of your impending fate settle even heavier on your shoulders. "I see… thank you," you muttered.

You looked back at the red headed maid “How far is the journey?” You asked her softly, she fidgeted with her fingers “a-about two days, they live f-far from our kingdom your highness” she stammered. You smiled to the red head and dismissed her.

As she left you stared at the ceiling, your mind racing. The thought of being married off to someone you had never met, someone with a terrifying reputation, filled you with a sense of dread and hopelessness. Your parents decision felt like a betrayal, a sacrifice of your happiness for the supposed greater good of the kingdom

You stood in the corner of your large room, watching as numerous servants took gowns, corsets, shoes, and other clothing items, placing them into bags. "U-uh, don’t barbarians wear less formal clothes? Shouldn’t I bring less?" you asked the maids. All of them turned to look at you, a hint of surprise on their faces.

"Her Highness makes a point," the same red-headed maid from the night before whispered to an older maid. The older maid, seemingly more experienced, turned toward you with a thoughtful expression.

"You're right, Your Royal Highness. They would probably end up burning these clothes or turning them into barbarian-styled garments," she conceded.

You sighed, your shoulders dropping in resignation. "What do barbarian women wear?" you asked the older maid, hoping for some clarity.

"Hm… flowy skirts, I’ve seen a few wear headdresses," she replied, as some of the gowns were hung back up in the closet. The maids began to sift through your belongings, selecting items that might be more appropriate for your new life.

As you watched the process, you couldn’t help but glance out the window. Your mother and father were walking in the garden, deep in conversation. They seemed so in love, so perfectly matched, yet they were throwing you into a marriage that promised nothing but misery. The contrast between their happiness and your dread was almost unbearable.

"Your Highness, we’ll pack lighter, more practical clothing for your journey," the older maid reassured.

"Thank you," you murmured, though your heart wasn't in it. The thought of being dressed in unfamiliar clothes, adapting to an unknown culture, and being wed to a man you feared only added to your anxiety.

As the servants continued their work, you wandered over to your bed, sinking down onto the edge. The weight of your impending departure pressed down on you, making it hard to breathe. You had grown up surrounded by luxury and love, and now you were being sent away, to marry probably the most violent man you’ve ever heard of

Tears welled up in your eyes as you thought about the future that awaited you. Would you ever find happiness in the Empyrean Kingdom? Would Katsuki Bakugo, the fierce and terrifying prince, ever come to care for you, or would you be nothing more than a means to an end?

"Your Highness, is there anything else you would like us to pack?" one of the younger maids asked, her voice gentle.

You shook your head, wiping away a stray tear. "No, just… make sure to leave out a few comfortable things for me to wear until we leave."

"Of course, Your Highness," she replied, her expression sympathetic.

As the maids continued their preparations, you lay back on your bed, staring up at the white ceiling. You tried to find comfort in the familiar surroundings, knowing that soon you would be leaving them behind.

"So, what's the barbarian kingdom like?" you asked, looking over to the maids. The older maid once again turned her head to look at you.

"Most of the people live in either big wooden houses with all sorts of weapons around or in these hut-like tent things. Either way, they have all these symbols painted on them," she described, clearly having been to the Empyrean Kingdom before.

"And what about the Bakugos? Where do they live? You asked

"They live in a stone castle with intricate paintings on it, and there's a lot of security. The last time I was there, they had spikes on the bridge leading to the castle, with people's heads mounted on them," the old maid replied,

"How long ago were you there?" you asked, feeling a chill run down your spine at the gruesome detail.

"When the young prince was about fifteen, so around five years ago," she said, placing one last corset into a bag.

You glanced at the six bags of items packed for your journey, feeling a mix of relief and trepidation. It was a smaller amount than you had anticipated, yet it seemed to signify the end of one life and the beginning of another.

"Did you meet the prince?" you asked, trying to glean any information that might help you understand the man you were to marry.

"Briefly," she replied, her expression softening. "He was intense, even as a teenager. Always training, always pushing himself. But there was a sadness in his eyes, a loneliness."

You sighed, trying to reconcile the image of the fierce, terrifying prince with the glimpses of vulnerability the maid described. "And the people there? How are they?"

"Fierce, proud, and loyal," the older maid said. "They value strength above all else, but they also have a deep sense of honor and community. If you earn their respect, they'll defend you with their lives."

The more you learned, the more daunting your future seemed. Yet, there was a strange comfort in knowing that the barbarian kingdom, despite its harsh exterior, had its own codes and values.

As the maids continued their work, you tried to imagine what life in the Empyrean Kingdom would be like

"Is there anything else I should know?" you asked, your voice softer, almost hesitant.

The older maid paused, considering your question. "Just remember, Your Highness, that if you respect them and they’ll respect you."

Her words resonated with you, giving you a small but vital sense of empowerment. You nodded “alright, seems easy enough..”

The day that you needed to travel to the empyrean kingdom came, your parents watched you walk to the carriage by the gate as your mother sobbed into your fathers chest.

The ride to the Empyrean Kingdom was grueling. As the carriage rattled over uneven roads, you gazed out the window, the lush greenery of your homeland gradually giving way to the rugged, bushy but covered in tall trees landscape of the barbarian territory. The closer you got, the more your anxiety grew, each kilometre bringing you closer to the empyrean land

When you finally arrived at the castle, you were struck by its threatening look. The stone walls were decorated with weird red painted symbols, and the spiked bridge, as described by the maid, loomed menacingly ahead. Your heart pounded as you stepped out of the carriage, taking in the harsh surroundings.

A group of stern-faced and very attractive guards escorted you inside. The castle's interior was as intimidating as its exterior—dimly lit, with weapons and trophies of past battles displayed prominently on the walls. You felt a shiver run down your spine as you were led through the cold halls. You swore that if you listened close enough you could hear peoples screams in the dungeons below. Fuck was this hell with its 7 rings?

Finally, you were brought to a large chamber where a tall, muscular figure stood with his back to you. His spiky blonde hair was unmistakable. He was busy looking at a sheet of paper, the one oddly similar to the ones your parents shown you when they first announced your betrothal to bakugo. As he slowly turned to face you, his piercing red eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made you want to look away. He looked almost angry at you, furious even. Which was confusing because you’ve known this man for a whole 10 seconds

he was tall and about 6ft with messy blonde hair, scars all over his body and face, and piercings on his ears and lip.

"So, you're the princess they sent," Katsuki said, his voice dripping with disdain. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his expression one of barely concealed annoyance. Katsuki had a deep voice that you couldn’t tell if you found attractive or if you wanted to run away and hide.

You straightened your back, meeting his gaze with as much confidence as you could muster. "I am," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady but it ended up sounding shaky.

Bakugo scoffed, looking you up and down as if to check if you were just a weak small baby or strong enough to be a wife and a queen “Great. Another weakling to babysit," he muttered under his breath.

Anger formed within you at his dismissive attitude. "I am not a weakling," you snapped. "And I am certainly not here to be babysat."

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "We'll see about that," he said, turning away from you. "Follow me. There's no point in wasting time."

You clenched your fists, biting back a come back to insult him with as you followed him through the castle. Every step echoed in the vast, cold corridors. His steps much louder then yours due to his much larger frame

Bakugo led you to a large hall where a group of people—presumably his advisors and some of the castle staff—were gathered. He introduced you curtly, barely sparing you a glance as he did so. The looks you received ranged from curiosity to outright hostility, they clearly didn’t want you here. Just like the old maid back had home had warned, these people hated the weak.

After the introductions, Bakugo dismissed everyone, including you. "You'll be shown to your chambers. Don't get in my way or else," he said, theblonde clearly trying to end the conversation between you two before he could get sucked into some conversation he didn’t waht

You followed a servant to your chambers, a mix of anger and sadness within you. The room was surprisingly comfortable, a stark contrast to the rest of the castle, but it did little to lift your spirits. You sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the weight of your new reality settle over you.

Over the next few days, you tried to find your place in the castle. The people were distant and wary, their lack of trust clear in their every interaction with you. And Bakugo… he was even worse than most . He ignored you most of the time, and when he did speak to you, it was with a cold, dismissive tone that made your blood boil. He always had a tone of sass, trying to get under your skin constantly.

as the days grew closer and closer to your wedding date he seemed to just get more and more annoying, constantly having some tone of sass. Never wanting to talk to you and constantly flirting with your maids, you even went the effort to fire atleast 4 of them to keep their grotty hands to themselves.

“you done firing my staff now?” Bakugo grumbled as he caught up with you in the stone candle lit halls “your staff? You mean my staff? My staff who you seem to love flirting with” you corrected him, looking over your shoulder at him. The blonde furrowed his eyebrows and scoffed “I pay for them there for their my staff.” He growled, asking faster in an attempt to intimate you “actually, your parents pay for the staff.” “Hah?” “Your parent pay for the staff so their not your staff, their the palaces staff.” You said ignorantly as you played with the lace of your dress. “You gonna get out of that frill fest you call a gown?” He asked, again trying to insult you “if I do I’m gonna shove it up your ass” “excuse me?”

“Want me to say it slower? I—WILL—SHOVE—MY—GOW”

“OKAY OKAY SHUT UP WOMAN” he growled at you and walked off in spite “THATS WHAT WHAT I THOUGHT. THATS WHAT I THOUGHT.” You angrily yelled back to him, which in real aspect you were yelling at the back of his ignorant head. You huffed and stormed away in the opposite direction as you wanted nothing more then to get away from that man. As you stomped down the halls, footsteps echoing with each step; you heard a male voice call out to you

“Princess.”

you looked over, a certain brown haired man similar looking to katsuki stared back at you. It was king Masaru “I was looking for you” he says, walking towards you. You quickly curtsied to the king “About what?” You asked “we have a wedding date for you and my son” he smiled warmly as if this was a good thing “o-oh.. and when may that be..?” Your eyebrows furrowed with frustration “a month from now, they will date you to get your gown fitted this week” he seemed overly happy about something neither you or his temperamental son wanted.

“Will I wear a wedding dress from my country or your country?” You asked softly, trying to keep your cool “uh.. our country.” He informed you “I’d rather wear my own wedding gown though, your majesty” “well.. you belong to our kingdom now. We can give you a dress that’s a mix of the two if you’d rather” he compromised, trying to keep with both your and his kingdom. Letting out a sigh your shoulders dropped “I suppose that be okay…” a look of mild disappointment on your face “wonderful, I’m glad we could come to a compromise” he smiled and walked off, an electric blonde guard following close behind him who you earlier learned his name was kaminari. The blonde goofily smiled to you, he seemed like a character. The two men walked off as they chatted, rolling your eyes you too began to walk in the direction of your bedroom chambers.

you couldn’t sleep that night, you tried changing your nightgown, exercising, reading a book, meditating, everything! nothing would help you sleep this night, you wondered if it was the weird interaction with king Masaru or the fact your own fiance was when you think about it was cheating on you with your own staff members. you slowly slid out of bed and out of your silk sheets, rubbing your face up and down with your hands with frustration. Looking down at your feet you sighed, looking out of the window. the night sky was so peaceful unlike your mind which was running with less the pleasant thoughts. How could you get Katsuki to like you? or at least tolerate you in some way so he wouldn't be the most annoying little shit.

The creak of the door hinges squeaks as you pushed the heavy wooden door open, wincing at the high pitch noise. Slowly but quietly gou walked towards the chambers of your future husband. As you approached the door you hear two voices come from the inside

“you’ll need to learn to cherish and care for her eventually”

“why would I do that?” “She is your fiancé! Your future wife! Future mother of your heirs!”

“you except me to fuck her too? Shit.”

“Yes obviously! Your gonna need heirs for our kingdom!”

“fine. Before or after this whole wedding?”

“well In her kingdom, you two do that on the wedding night but to be honest I don’t really care when you do her”

“Too easy”

safe to say your whole face was pink, with either anger or arousal but you couldn’t tell

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tremendouscreationperson · 5 months ago

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Logan x Reader pt.7

Not this chapter distracting me at work

I hope you can't tell that I'm really not American in this ��

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“James Logan Howlett!”

Shit.

He jumped up from lazing on the bed - he'd need to buy a new mattress due to claw marks, you'd both got pretty carried away - and peaked his head into the bathroom.

You were standing there, gloriously naked, staring at your reflection in the mirror. If there was a god he thanked them. You had to have been handcrafted.

“Baby?”

Your eyes met his through the mirror and you gestured to your neck. “What is this?!”

He wanted to sass you by explaining what a neck was and that it held your esophagus but he didn't. His urge to claim you might've been dialled too high. Your neck and chest were marred with darker splotches, a reverse vitiligo. “I didn't hear you complaining at the time.”

You humphed and prodded the marks. “I don't own enough clothes to hide these.”

“You can wear mine.” He was sure there was a hoodie somewhere in his closet you could use.

“Lo, this is like hardcore shit.” You tried to reason with him. “They're gonna think you abuse me.”

“Sorry.” He offered, really not sorry at all. Logan took a step into the bathroom and settled himself behind you, hands grazing your hips.

You huffed a laugh and rolled your eyes, head falling back onto his chest. “No you're not.”

“No, I'm not.” He pecked your head.

“Keep your lips away.” Swatting at him as you pulled back.

Logan laughed at you but let you slip out of his grasp. You swivelled and leaned against the counter, folding your arms. “Very intimidating.”

“Fuck off.” Eyes squinting. “But-” You sighed. “I may have to venture out and actually purchase some clothes. Hopefully I don't go crazy again.” You extenuated that with wavy hands and a funny voice.

Logan's eyes softened. “You're not crazy.”

You shrugged, casually. “Eh, maybe a little.”

He fixed a piece of hair that was more wild than the others and let his hand fall to your shoulder. His thumb rubbed a little circle. “We'll go together.”

“Okay.” You smirked up to him, clasping his forearm. In a not so subtle move, you pulled his hand to your neck. “Maybe in a couple hours?”

Logan's palm nestled on your neck, squeezing lightly. “I thought you were worried they'd assume I abuse you.”

You mock-thought and then answered with, “You're allowed to abuse certain parts of me.”

The twinkle in his eye and twitch of his jaw went straight to your core. Logan flexed his fingers then resettled them and pulled you in for a kiss.

He made quick work of plucking you up from the floor and nestling you on the counter top. Your hands explored his chest, pulling at the hair. Logan purred into the kiss as your hands trailed down to his half hard dick.

“Hmm,” You panted, “I want that in my mouth.”

Logan’s smile could be felt against your cheek as he nibbled at your earlobe. “Maybe later.”

You humphed biting him back. Logan's whole body shuddered as you sucked his neck. Lapping up the bruised flesh before biting down again.

He was quick to raise your legs, pushing your knees to your shoulders, and laid you onto your spine. The counter was cold and thankfully the side you were pretzeled on was bare of necessities.

Logan had been fucking you all night, you didn't need to be 'wined and dined' before he fucked you but he still played with your folds. Teasing you by tracing a line from your clit to your entrance, he played with your slick and slid back upwards to the bud. He noted the marks on your thighs as he watched your hole clench around nothing, your chest rising and falling with every hitch.

He loved watching your neck extend as you threw your head back, he could see his marks, see who owned you. Who fucked you right. Who kept you safe. He could - had - watch you in the throes of pleasure all night, he loved working you up. Having you spasm under him, shaking until you begged for more.

You'd mumbled the words ‘fuck me’ a few times but they hadn't registered, he'd been too preoccupied with watching your pussy gush. It was so wet it practically dripped onto the countertop.

“Lo-gan.” You whimpered. “Logan fuck me. Fill me. Use me. Just st-stop teasing me.”

The position he had you in wasn't the comfiest but when he rubbed his dick between your folds you were too blissed out to care. He thrust into you and immediately bottomed out.

“How are you still so tight?” His tongue caught between his teeth in a smirk.

You groaned out a response but neither knew what it was.

He was slow with his thrusts, drawing out your pleasure as one of his hands wrapped around your leg and began playing with your clit.

His slow motion meant you felt everything, every ridge, every vibration, every circle of your clit, every hitch of his breath. Everything. And he loved giving you it all. Your brows were pulled upwards, eyes crossing and your mouth was hanging open in a silent moan. It was so good it silenced you.

He noticed the slick he had used on your clit was drying so he angled himself and slowly spat onto it. And fuck me that was hot.

He swirled his spit coated thumb and you felt your body convulse with the biggest orgasm of the night.

You clamped down so hard he couldn't move, your hands flung to clutch his biceps and you stuttered out a moan.

Logan smiled genuinely at your blissed out face and almost forgot he was inside of you. Once your pussy had released his dick he picked up the pace. He pounded into you with abandon, his thumb vibrating against your clit. You shook your head, still unable to form a sentence, and tried to get him to stop. It was too much. Too good. You were so overstimulated.

“I can't-” The words were mushed into one singular noise.

“Yes, you can.” He itched to bite you, his jaw clamped to hold himself back.

“Too much.”

“No it's not.”

“P-ple-” You cut yourself off with a yelp. Your body cumming again.

“There we go baby.” He kissed your crown, finally releasing your bud.

Your brain completely short circuited and when you returned to your body you were nestled in bed, still panting.

“Lo?” Your eyes scanned the empty room.

He wasn't here. Where did he go? You should probably check but you physically couldn't move.

You closed your eyes and sighed into the pillow. He'd come back and if this was fake - if you were still in the Void - you were okay with it. Cassandra might be the one fucking you but god it was good.

“Baby?” Logan's voice made your eyes open, they were heavy but you forced them. “Drink this.”

You frowned at the offered glass but did open your mouth. He tipped the water and watched you swallow, a droplet sliding passed your lips. He pulled back and placed the glass on your bedside table, wiping your chin with his thumb.

This was the Logan you remembered. Your Logan’s love language was acts of service. He’d help with taking your makeup off, carrying you to bed when you fell asleep on the sofa, saving you a plate and forcing you to eat properly, making you little whittled figures of birds for your desk.

You missed him. You really did.

“I ‘ove you.” You mumbled into the pillow. You did. You know he's not your Logan but he is your Logan.

“I love you, too.” He spoke from behind you, his arm wrapping around your stomach as he kissed your cheek.

Clothes shopping was okay. It wasn't quite as intense as food shopping because despite there being just as much - maybe more - choice, you could immediately see what you liked and what you didn't.

You'd brought a whole wardrobes worth of clothes. Picked up a couple of oversized shirts - one with the scooby gang on - and a few ‘cycling’ shorts. There were a few pairs of jeans in your basket and some vest tops with Hawaiian-style shirts and co-ord sets - You only picked these up because the mannequins pulled them off, you had no sense of style after all these years - you'd grabbed two nighties and one pj set as well as underwear.

Logan was happy to watch your little fashion shows in the dressing room. You, Laura and El had awkwardly displayed each outfit - you refusing to remove the scarf he had let you borrow - to him nodding or wide-eyed nodding. The latter meant he didn't like it but was supporting.

"Is this nice enough for Wade's party?" You exited the changing room, fighting with the curtain and deciding to leave it closed.

You were wearing a simple, lilac dress. There were no patterns, no frills, nothing but a comfortable fabric.

Logan whistled lowly. "You look beautiful."

El stopped complaining about women's sizings being different depending on the store and popped her head out of her curtain. "Oh, you do!"

You thanked the two and retreated back into the curtain.

"Wait come out again." Laura's voice stopped you from pulling the fabric over your head.

You replaced the dress and stepped out again.

Laura was standing in black shorts that met her thighs and a Metallica shirt. She observed your outfit, her eyes scanning your body, and nodded. "I was going to wear this but you look nicer. Lighter colours."

"There is no dress code. Just wear what makes you feel good."

She considered. "I like the dress. The colour is nice against your skin and hair."

El picked up jeans and some ‘gym-wear’ as she had discovered one down the road and was now a full time member. She, and the others, seemed remarkably well adjusted. In fact, you know Blade had gone on a hunt! A real-life Vampire hunt.

Gambit had discovered the Playstation and was enjoying his time with Wade playing online.

Laura had taken up art, she'd drew with you in the Void and her attempts were better than yours but now she was really starting to show potential.

“She has colours on her fingers.” Laura commented about the cashier; a young woman with piercings and dyed hair.

“That's called nail varnish.” You supplied, swiping your card.

The lady glanced between you two but didn't comment, instead telling you she had them done at the shop on the upper level in the mall. ‘Kole’s Nails’.

You thanked her for your items and the information, leaving to meet Logan and El.

“I am starving.” Elektra told the group.

“I guess we’re heading to the food hall?” You raised a brow and the group all agreed. The four of you headed west, staying on the ground floor, and found yourselves at the food hall.

There was ‘McDonalds’ - burgers - ‘KFC’ - chicken - ‘Burger King' - more burgers - ‘Eds Diner' - hotdogs - ‘Chipotle’ - burritos - ‘Five Guys’ - even more burgers - ‘Panda Express’ - Chinese food.

“We can go further in, find a restaurant.” Logan suggested.

“I'm alright here.” You shrugged, plonking your bags down on a table. “Right here to be precise.”

He shook his head. “What do you want? I'll get it while you wait with your bags.”

“Oh.” You scanned the options again. “Just a burger.”

“From where?”

“Any of them. Just a cheeseburger meal, fries, a coke?”

He could see you were becoming a little overwhelmed so gave you a big smile and nod. “One burger meal coming up, Laura, are you staying with Y/N?”

She glanced at you. “I can.”

“Guys, I'm fine, go and get your food. Leave all your stuff here. I'm going to be really social and be on my phone the whole time you're away.”

It took another ‘go’ for Logan to leave but he did and you made good on your promise. Your phone entertained you as you waited.

Wade had taught you what mobile data was. It was internet but everywhere.

You opened Instagram - which was basically Facebook but the younger kids used it - and scrolled mindlessly through before closing it and pulling Facebook up.

You had been fighting with yourself for a while.

Did you search for your mother? Was that allowed? Would the illuminati know?

You typed and deleted her name twice before pressing search.

There were a few other people with her name but you scrolled down and found her, she was the seventh person.

Her profile picture was her smiling with a man, you assumed her partner, and her cover picture was a pink building. It had a sign on i-it was a bakery.

There was a linked page revealing that she owned the bakery. Your mother owned a bakery?

Yeah, she dabbled and more often than once you had a cake to take into school but once your mutation started revealing itself you didn't see her bake. She worried more. She was stressed. She only seemed relieved when you were sent to Xavier's.

Your mom wasn't prejudiced. She loved you despite the mutation but she was terrified. You could be attacked or sold or worse.

To see her with this man and this job was surreal.

She had a good life.

One free of issues.

One free of you.

“One burger meal, madam!” Logan set the tray in front of you and you quickly locked the phone, tucking it away.

“Thank you, sir.” You mocked his voice and stole a fry.

Elektra and Laura were still waiting to collect their food at Chipotle as you and Logan munched.

“You alright?” He asked, not looking at you.

You stopped mid fry. “Yeah…? You?”

His eyes flickered to your face, picking up his drink. “How you feeling about tomorrow?” He sucked the straw.

Ah. Tomorrow. Therapy. Your scheduled therapy session. It was crazy to think you'd already been in this universe a week and a half but the majority of that was you recovering in Logan's bed.

“I think it'll be okay.” You said diplomatically causing him to quirked a brow so you added, “everyone else seems more adjusted than me.”

“Don't be worried. You’re coping well.” He vowed.

Letting that sink in you took a sip of your drink. "Do we need to look around the mall for a mattress store?"

"No, I ordered one online." You indicated for him to continue by making a face. "It isn't the first time I've destroyed a mattress." Your mind went to hot steamy sex and he could clearly see it in your eyes. "Less fucking, more PTSD."

Your cheeks were warm and, thankfully, you didn't have to respond because the girls returned. El placed the bag on the table and ripped it to reveal two burritos.

She ripped the foil and sniffed. “It's been so long since I've had one.” You laughed at her, watching as she chomped. “Oh m-god, it's beautiful.” She spoke with a mouth full.

Laura watched the display and copied El’s movements, less dramatically, nodding in approval as she chewed.

“What have you got?” You questioned.

Laura quickly swallowed, listing the ingredients. “Chicken, coriander rice, pinto beans, cheese, guacamole. There's salad too.

Your eyes flicked to Elektra. “Beef, tomato rice, salsa, guac.”

The four of you ate and finished your food, sitting and chatting idly. There was nothing important or life threatening so you could. You didn't think you'd ever get over that, how you could do things because you wanted to now.

It was easy living.

“I think we're all done, right?” Elektra counted the shopping bags.

“Yeah.” But then you recalled. “Oh, Laura and I were going to check our Koles nails.”

Logan's brows rose as he collected the rubbish. “Koles nails?”

“The lady had colours on her fingers.” Laura explained.

El glanced at her hands, she kept her nails neat and tidy. Fresh water was rare in the Void and now she had access she went overboard on cleanliness. “I wouldn't mind getting my nails done.”

So it was decided and you all meandered up to the upper level, consorting the map and finding Koles Nails.

It was a small shop but had more than enough chairs.

The noises and smells were intense but you pushed through. “Any space for three?”

The man at the desk flicked through a book and then - in a language you didn't understand - called over his shoulder. Once he had a response he agreed. “Plenty space.”

He handed over a plastic box full of circles of nails, each of which had different shades of one colour.

El pointed at a few reds and Laura nodded, showing the black glitters. You handed a few discs to Logan, telling him to pick a colour. You didn't have any preferences, anything would do, in fact you didn't really care for nail polish, only here for Laura's sake.

“First person.” The man gestured behind his shoulder at the empty chair.

Laura subtly shook her head.

“I'll go.” Elektra spared her.

El placed her bags by the waiting chair, then weaved her way through and sitting down.

“It's okay.” You encouraged Laura.

“It's loud.” She placed the disc into the storage box. “What are they doing?” She tiptoed to see the closest nail tech using a Dremel to file.

“They file the nail down.” You explain. “It doesn't hurt.”

Maybe this wasn't the best move. What if they hurt her by mistake and her claws come out?

“Purple.” Logan finally decided, it was a bit of a cop out because purple was your super suit colour but the shade he picked was pastel. It was very subtle almost nude. “I'm not even sure they can file her nails.”

“What do you mean?”

“The healing factor.” He dropped the discs into the box.

That was something to consider.

“Next person.”

Laura was still indecisive so you went next. You placed your bags next to El’s and worked your way through, the ammonia hitting you in the face as you walked further in.

El was sitting two spaces from you. The couple in between were cute, one girl was finished and waiting for the other. Both of them had very adventurous nails in length and colour. One was navy and lime green and the other was pink with little chains. The chains were setting under the UV light.

You smiled politely at your nail tech and, after a brief glance, asked for ‘coffin’ shape. The lady nodded and began her work, cutting and filing your nails.

The lady - Liu - was very professional and asked you casual questions as she went.

“Hey, bub.” Logan sat down next to you, in the now empty chair, the women had left hand in hand and giggling. Laura sat next to him.

You were confused, “Hi, love.”

“The only way Laura’d get her nails done.” He heaved a sigh but his eyes were soft.

��Oh.” You chuckled. “What colour are you going for?”

“She picked yellow and blue.” He shrugged. “My colours.”

You smirked. “Good job Laura!”

The girl shyly smiled as she presented her hands

Wade was furious.

You don't think he's ever been this angry.

“Are you fuck knuckles serious?” He yelled. It was a little funny because he was wearing Hello Kitty pjs whilst fully screaming at you.

“Calm down.” Elektra ordered using her ‘mom voice’.

Behind Wade you could see the front door open and Blade slide in, the commotion drawing his attention.

The ‘mom voice’ worked because Wade’s voice was lower but the anger was still behind his eyes. “I cannot believe you four would betray me like this.”

“C’mon.” You tried. “It was a spur of the moment thing. We didn't plan it.”

“Somehow that makes it worse.”

All this was happening because Laura excitedly showed Wade a photo of the group's nails. She had everyone put one hand - Logan had to put both - doing a ‘peace’ sign to create a star. The picture was very creative and showed off your nails.

“Will you calm the fuck down?” Logan spat. “It was a good day out and your bitching and whining is gonna ruin it.”

“Says the almighty wolverine.” Wade flailed his arms. “You aren't the one with crusty dusty nails.”

“This is why no one likes talking with you.” Logan's voice was low but you still heard. “You overreact.”

“People love talking with me.” Wade argued. “I was on the phone with a telemarketer for two hours earlier!” Logan huffed. "Well, Lo' remember this little family of yours only exists because of me. Because of my movies doing well. Yours were alright but you were dead. I brought you back. I'm the reason your life is bearable."

You had placed a hand on Logan's arm as a precaution. Slightly, pulling him as you stepped a fraction forward. “Look, Wade, I am very sorry that we didn't realise this would hurt your feelings. Rest assured, next time you will be called and you better be present.”

It was hard to tell because of the scarring but you're sure he flexed his jaw in deliberation. It didn't take much time before he relented with an “Okay.”

“And you don't overreact that much.” You winked. “I swear Spidey loved it. Maybe you should find him in this universe.”

Wade's eyes left you briefly to glance at his fuzzy slippers. “I'll frequent more rooftops.”

The therapist was a middle aged black man. He was from Ghana and had moved to New York when he was twenty. He was sweet enough, with a kind face and cheeky smile.

His name was Dave.

He was easy to talk to.

Easier than you imagined.

“So, how have you been adjusting?”

You were standing by the window. He'd offered a seat but you were too nervous to be still. “I think okay.” A father pushed his child's stroller, your eyes followed them until they were out of sight. Dave hadn't said anything else. The room was quiet. “I had a... wobble.” You filled the silence.

“A wobble?” His eyes flickered from the notebook as you turned to face him, perching on the lip of the wall.

“Yeah.” You shrugged. “I dunno what else to call it. Loga-Wolverine said it was a panic attack. I'm not saying he's wrong but is he right?”

“What happened?”

The room was very brown, reminding you of the TVA, it definitely hadn't been redecorated since the eighties. “I was shopping and it was a lot. Noises, smells, sights.” You tucked your hands into your jean pockets. “It was just too much, I found a corner and hunched over.” By the end of the sentence you realised how serious it was. “It's lucky I didn't create any forcefields. Imagine that? Me stuck without help because I'm forcing them away.”

He made a note and then asked, “Do you often push people away?”

Well, fuck me Dave. That was an accusation. “Uh, I don't know. I don't think so?” You didn't. In the Void you accepted anyone with open arms, most of the time to your detriment.

“Hmm.”

“What's 'hmm' mean?” You spoke casually, wanting to play it cool despite the intense need to know what he was thinking. What he was writing about you.

Dave sighed and scratched his chin. “I think you close yourself off.”

“Do I?”

“I think you aren't ready to accept that you are here. In this reality.” He turned his head to the side, pondering his next words. “I think you believe this is too good to be true. That this isn't real. That you have to keep that wall up in case. So the disappointment isn't as bad.”

Shit.

You'd met the fella less than thirty minutes ago and he had you pinned.

“I guess I am worried.” Your fingers strum along your thighs as he made eye contact. “But I'd rather prepare for disappointment and it not happen, than not and it does.”

“But if you do that, in both scenarios, you are disappointed. Either by your own mind or circumstance.”

He wasn't incorrect. But he hadn't lived the life you had. “Your world is different from mine.” You spoke after a few beats.

“I know your time in the Voi-”

“No. Your world.” You gestured all around you. “Mine was colder. Harsher. Mutants were lesser beings, we were beaten in the streets, used as slaves, sold. Mocked. W-we weren't even second class citizens, we were third or fourth. I was lucky enough to have a place at Xavier's institute. Lucky enough to be an X-Man. To fight for what's right. Jean-my friend was consumed by darkness and then the TVA came and I was flung into the Void. I've been fighting all my life, so if being disappointed is the worst this universe can give me. That's fucking brilliant.”

Dave was quiet except for the scribbling of his pen. Clearly hadn't been briefed on your world. TVA, tick. The Void, tick. Being an X-Man, half tick. Being a Mutant, tick. Being a Mutant in your world, nope.

“There is a lot that we will have to work through.”

“Yeah.” You had assumed he'd say something along those lines.

He finally put the pen down again and completely changed the subject. “Let’s talk about your mother.”

“My mother?”

“You've been researching her.” He informed.

Fucking Illuminati. “I was curious, sue me.”

He was slow as he did it but took a sip from his teacup. “How did it make you feel once you found her?”

You didn't really feel anything. Well, you had but you didn't now. How did you feel? “She has a bakery.”

“Did she have a bakery in your world?”

You scoffed. “No, she had debt and stress and a freak child.”

He hummed, swirling the contents of the cup. You'd been offered tea as well as your seat but refused both. “Were you jealous?”

“Jealous?”

“She has made something that isn't you. Did you feel jealous?”

Did you? No, not really. It's just something that happened. Just what your mother had done with her life. “I don't think so. Confused is more the word I'd say.”

“Did you see any children?” He took a final sip.

“No, she has a partner, though. They seem happy.”

Dave put the cup down and licked his lips, tongue just brushing his moustache. “She didn't have you which had led her to a thriving business and a loving relationship.”

Lay it on thick. “Well, I didn't say thriving.”

“You use humour to cover your emotions.” He commented before once again staying silent. Giving you the floor. It was your turn to defend yourself. Your turn to answer him.

You considered your options. Fight the therapist and get put in whatever prison the illuminati owned or just go with it for a couple months. You'd been honest pretty much the entire time anyway.

“I suppose it hurts? It's a little sore knowing that maybe she could've been happy in my world. If she didn't have me.”

“Why worry about things that could be?”

“We established that I like disappointment.”

“Yes. You do.” He said it so matter of factly that it took you aback. “It's been a companion all your life and you are loath to be rid of it. It's a safety net.” He elaborated.

“Right.”

Were therapists meant to goad you like this? Didn't they just sit and let you talk? Was this some sort of special treatment? Was he trained to break you down? Make you feel like shit just to see if you'd break?

“You do seem fairly well adjusted.” He allowed. “There's a few topics I would like to circle back on. We will tackle them.”

“Okay.” You agreed. Was that it? “Are we finished?”

“You have five minutes left, the majority of our session was spent in silence. The window drew your attention more than I.”

“Sorry.” You hadn't realised that, that was rude. So much for first impressions. “Thank you. I'll see you next month?”

“No, I'd like to do weekly sessions with you.” He heaved himself up, plodding over to a set of wooden drawers. He plucked his planner and scanned the days. “How are Thursdays? I can do 12 or 2.30.”

You refrained from making a dentist joke. “12 sounds alright.”

“See you next week.”

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hotvintagepoll · 7 months ago

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slippinninque · 3 months ago

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Hi👋🏽 This is my first time ever putting in a fic request. I’m not sure if you take requests and I didn’t see anything on your blog so please feel free to ignore this. I was wondering what Fontaine would do if he saw his girl working so hard to balance school and work that she wasn’t taking care of herself like she should or not spending as much time with him?

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Fontaine x blackfemreader

Warnings: none, some cursing, mainly fluff. Mentions of feeling overworked and overwhelmed, before-work-post (may have some mistakes lol)

"It was tonight, wasn't it?"

You were standing in the middle of the living room, in the middle of wakefulness and the fugue that has been stubbornly following you for the past three weeks.

He saw you stare out into space as you tried to regain your thoughts. Fontaine froze when you turned wet eyes to him, the rest of your face fixed into flat mask.

Still wearing your hoodie and jeans, your cheek held the imprint of one of your text books. He normally would protest you bringing books to bed but with how thin you were already stretched so thin...

"I missed date night," your voice cracked and your hands came up to your face, "We would have been back by now...I...I really missed it...."

Fontaine was up brought you close and closed his eyes against the feel of your trembling. He gently pried your hands away from your face, seeing how your fingers began to curl into claws nearer your hair.

Fontaine hugged you tight, "Hey, hey, you're good."

Your wide eyes met his but Fontaine knew you were only seeing your thoughts plastered across his face. All the things that demanded your attention, the projects and papers and team meetings and recruiting.

He said nothing as he brought your head to his shoulder. Fontaine didn't want think too much about how you sagged against him. You felt, like a rag doll with weighted feet.

"It wasn't you, baby. You've had a lot on your plate, I didn't feel right waking you up." He admitted, "I thought maybe we could have date night at the crib this time. "

You made a quiet, hurt noise and nuzzled closer, "I'm so sorry..."

"Ah, ain't nothing be sorry fo'. I already ordered some grub, it's gonna be dinner in bed tonight. A'ight?"

"I'm sorry...."

Fontaine hushed you and wished he had more to say. Wish he could erase the nerves he could feel prickling along your skin. There was nothing he could say to you. Not right now, at least.

"The only thing I want you to be is getting in that tub for me." He cupped your face, "Bath is already made. Then we'll take it from there, okay?"

"No, that's too much." You tried to shake him off but Fontaine kept hold, "Date night is supposed to be special for the both of us--

Fontaine spoke over you just a bit, "Hush! You want--"

"Don't you hush me--!"

"-- You wanna to make it up to me?"

You nodded at once. Fontaine nodded back before he stepped back and took your hands in his. He took in the worried bend of your brow, the way you chewed and picked at at the healing spots on your bottom lip.

"I've been waiting on your ass to crash for 'bout two weeks now--ain't plotting on your downfall...just worried."

Fontaine's tone robbed you of your fight. You nodded and sniffled, the knot in your throat loosening. He was right. You couldn't keep going on like this, you were only going to get sloppier.

"Okay, good, c'mon and let me get my hands on you a little bit and you can curse at me later for hushing. Yeah?"

Fontaine tugged gently and you went after him feeling like the worse girlfriend in the world.

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When you finally felt like you could stand being in your skin. You washed yourself and did so again, mind humming on low as the water steamed and soothed you. There were mountains of bubbles and you could smell the lavender scented candle from its perch in the dreamy fog of the bathroom.

It was strange to feel so wrung out so soon. With the holiday season swiftly approaching, you were tied on both ends. Midterms papers and collaborations clashing with the growing seasonal demand at your Granny's catering business.

While you weren't charge of the magic of making the food you made sure the 'magicians' had their wands and their doves. Grocery orders, appliance repairs, and even down to scheduling for tastings and deliveries.

You made sure that all the elders had to focus on was doing what they loved and being as much of a mediator between them and youngin's of the staff as you could.

It was a good thing to see your grandmother be so invigorated by the rush but she ran a tight ship that felt more like a sardine can lately with all the passive aggressive wars that often came with family businesses.

You cut that thought off before it could take root. That would always be there. Instead you turned your thoughts on the man who still managed to surprise you.

Fontaine waited up for you when you stayed behind for next-day prep. He met you at the front door with a blunt rolled and the shower steaming. He rubbed your aching feet as you pounded out a essay analysis.

Fontaine, bless his heart, has been nothing but supportive. Also rightfully worried, of you had to be honest.

How could you have forgotten the one night in the week that mattered most? That's what sent you over the edge at the end of it all. Not the 11:59 deadlines and collapsing cake towers--the fact you forgot about your man.

As of drawn by the sound of your spiraling thoughts, Fontaine knocked a little on the door before you saw his free forms peek in.

"I got you all set if you're ready, baby." He came in a bit further as if he hadn't already seen your all, "If you're ready, that is?"

The water sloshed as you rose instead of answering. Fontaine came fully into the bathroom with a towel stretched and waiting for you.

"Bring yo' lil self here."

The towel wrapped you up and you were delighted to feel it was fresh from the dryer. Fontaine hummed knowingly and rocked you a bit before pulling back to dry you off in earnest.

It felt silly at first, you wanted to grab the towel and insist that you had it but....it felt nice to be out of control for once.

You were then led to the bedroom instead of the living room. There you found your nest ready and waiting. There was no textbooks or notebooks to be found, or pens to be stuck by. Only one of Fontaine's hoodies and your well-loved sleeping shorts.

A single touch made you gasp in delight, Fontaine must have tossed everything into the dryer while you were soaking.

Once you were dressed, Fontaine patted your bottom and peeled the covers back. You dove between the covers and was immediately enveloped by lilac and fresh-linen scent.

"Stay put for me and let me go get some shit together, 'kay?"

" 'kay..."

Fontaine smiled at the sound of your crunchy, sniffly voice, "That's it. Find us something good to watch. Imma be back ."

He saw right through you. Though you knew he would be only a few paces away, somewhere in the house, it still felt too far at the moment. His reassurance that he'd come back had you melting into the blankets.

By the time you settled on Antique's Roadshow, Fontaine returns balancing two styrofoam containers, cups, and a 2 liter of your favorite Faygo.

The logo on the bag with the condiments let you know he ordered from the Mediterranean spot you've been hankering for. This man could have very well unlocked mind reading in hopes of getting you to take care....

You made room for him to settle beside you but Fontaine slid in and was nearly behind you. Emotion locked your throat as you watched Fontaine settle in.

"Thank you, Fontaine. For all of this."

Fontaine took the remote and lowered the volume when the nice lady from Vegas whooped about a found white gold watch.

"You're buried, right now. Gettin' pulled in all sorts of directions. I would have seen it by now had you not told me to be ready for it. That's something we've talked about happening when you started going back to school. What we also talked about is showing up. Remember that?"

It was one evening on the back porch days ago. You were frustrated with your progress with things. Of school, of family, of life. In feeling over overwhelmed by things to do, you strangely end up feel like you aren't doing much.

Fontaine looked into your wary eyes, "We've been making it work. We make time when we can. I let you sleep in because, baby, you needed it."

"You need me too. I need you...I have to be more-more mindful. You're what really matters to me. I should do more..."

Fontaine shook his head and took your hand again, looking at where you fingers laced quickly with his before putting them both against his chest.

"What you said to me when I asked? 'Showing up is doing something. Anything you can.' That goes both ways. Understand?"

You took in the earnest look on his face and couldn't resist kissing it. You probably tasted like stale gum but Fontaine surged forward all the same.

"Mhn, nope--no..." Fontaine pulled back and narrowed an eye at you, "Behave, missy. Food first--something that ain't no damn trail mix or whatever you be snacking on..."

Before you opened your tray, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath.

"Can you help me do something first?"

Fontaine was reaching over to pull one of your bonnets out of the nightstand as he answered, "Of course, baby. What do you need?"

"Moral support...."

Fontaine held you as you typed out an email to your professor and your cousin.

First asking for a two-day extension to polish and submit your paper. To your cousin, you apologized but insisted you needed the rest of the week off to get some rest and refocus yourself.

Though you doubted you would take the whole week, Fontaine correct to point out that a little wiggle room couldn't hurt just in case you did need it.

While you were going to have your phone on, all that they would need to get through the week would be ready for pick up and payment.

Before your stomach could sour after you hit send, your phone vibrated where it still was in your hand.

[Girl, fuck these oldies! Get some sleep and let them learn a lesson without you for once! 💜💕💞]

Your eyes welled as the pressure in your stomach eased away. Fontaine saw the way your shoulders sagged and took the hand still holding your phone, kissing the laxing knuckles.

"See? Handled that shit like a fuckin' boss." His other hand went behind your head, strong fingers massaging the base of your neck much to your pleasure.

You released an exhale as your eyes slipped close, unaware of the shadow of a smile on your face.

Fontaine shifted closer to get both hands on you, going for your temples and the knot of thoughts at the base of your skull as he murmured, "Mm. That's sexy as hell--do it again."

"Hm? What, breathe?"

Fontaine purred when you gave a more exaggerated puff of air and a laugh danced a laugh out of you. Between Fontaine's attention and the soft comforts surrounding you, it felt like you were going to be fine.

Fontaine's voice was at you ear, "That feel good? You like when I rub your big, pretty brain like this? Hm?"

Of course you did and of course he already knew. The tension in your neck was no match for the most dexterous fingers in all the Glenn.

"Hmm...dunno. I may need a few more minutes to decide for sure."

"You ain't got to tell me twice, let me get up in that kitchen..."

Luckily for you Fontaine didn't ease up at all. Careful of your dinner, he pulled until you were back to chest and set to work massaging your neck and temples.

All you could feel was his warmness, the give of your bed. All you could hear was the soft shift of styrofoam and an explanation of the popularity of faux gold in the 70's from the TV.

All you could think of, blissfully, was how much you wished you had the HP to jump 'Taine's bones...

Your stomach growled loudly and indignantly. Fontaine chuckled when you shushed it and brought his retreating hands back to your scalp.

"A little while longer and then I want to see you go through at least half that plate." Fontaine pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before popping your bonnet over your hair

"Then I'll rub you however much you'd like..."

With a little chirp of agreement, you flopped back against your man and let him do what he did best.

Take care of you.

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blue-grama · 1 year ago

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Aof Noppharnach, carelessness & living with yourself after the worst has happened

I'm doing a late-to-the-party catchup on Aof Noppharnach's work after falling in love with Moonlight Chicken, and this isn't a unique observation or anything, but I'm really in love with his preoccupation with how people pick up the pieces and move forward after the worst thing happens.

The conversation between Day and his dad about Night's guilt over putting Day in the position to get into his accident is in the same territory of what Tian is going through in A Tale of 1000 Stars. Neither Tian nor Night were directly responsible for what happened -- Aof doesn't seem to go in for cut-and-dried villians -- but they both feel culpable. And, most interestingly, both were simply careless. Neither meant for harm to come to anyone. If they'd been a little luckier, none would have. But they weren't and now they have to grapple with how to come back from that moment. For Jim, it's a little different. Jim wasn't careless, but he let Beam get on that ferry in the midst of a fight. Later, he regrets that choice, because if he'd insisted Beam stay and fight it out, Beam wouldn't have died -- another unfixable choice that, with better luck and more time, might have been fixed. (And another choice that lives in a gray area, because it wasn't fully Jim's choice. But in Beam's absence, who else can he blame?) Even Bad Buddy is about this in some ways - what Ming did to Pran's mom is the original wound that echoes down the generations. In that case, Ming doesn't make any attempt at amends, Dissaya can't let go, and the two families get stuck in a permanent feud. It takes a new generation to untwist that particular snarl.

And then there's the other theme that's pretty prominant in what I've seen of Aof's work so far, which is "I thought I had more time." Last Twilight's been deep into that theme, between Rung's suicide and Day's progressive loss of vision. It shows up in ATOTS with Tian granted new life after he stopped planning for the future, and it shows up in Moonlight Chicken's multiple stories of loss. In many ways, they're the same theme in different flavors. How do you move forward when something's unfixable? When the worst has happened and you can't erase it? When time is up? Ming and Dissaya dig in. Tian tries to live someone else's life. Jim walls himself off, becoming the person everyone leans on, but never becoming vulnerable to someone else. Day locks himself in his room. Night tries to be the big brother he should have been.

But life and Aof Nopparnach have a way of challenging those coping mechanisms. Tian has to make his own choices and find his own way forward. Jim has to open himself up to the possibility of happiness again because he can't actually be there for everyone without intimacy (see how Wen helps him understand Li Ming). Day has to come to terms with his new reality. As for Night, we'll see. Day is interpreting his efforts in the worst possible light, but that conversation with their Dad may have put a crack in the armor. Would getting Day's forgiveness help Night forgive himself? Can he forgive himself if Day never does?

It's never clear-cut and the struggle is always in both repairing connections to the community and reparing your own self-perception. In Aof's works, you've got to do the work to change, yes, but self-sacrifice isn't ever enough, nor is it effective: You've got to see yourself as forgivable, too.

#last twilight the series #moonlight chicken the series #a tale of 1000 stars #bad buddy #aof noppharnach #posts that happen when you accidentally do a deep dive on something #it may not be good for the psyche to watch this many aof series in close proximity

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thedemonsurfer · 7 months ago

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-chinhands- I know everyone is up in a tizzy over Moon, but I wanna take a step back and look at the chain of events that have led to Moon's current state of mind.

And the root is Dark Sun.

So, Ruin Thanos-snapped a bunch of dimensions, and Solar is a casualty of that. Cue multiversal grief, Ruin getting locked up again, Eclipse getting bullied by Puppet and Frank into helping, and Moon declaring that he's going to find a solution.

Stuff happens next. Eclipse tries to pick a fight with Dark Sun and runs into his security system like a deer tangling with an electric fence, and also gets Something done to him. Moon finishes scanning Ruin, turns around for 2 minutes, and Ruin gets kidnapped (again). Moon hits a dead end with his research.

And Moon falls apart.

Up to this point, Moon had been pushing his grief off for later. There was a solution to this, he just had to find it. And that hope drained away over the course of the month, until he found a solution that involved sacrificing someone. Also the most justifiable candidate for this just left with spaghetti dinner.

Now, here's the crucial point. Because this is where Moon could have started to heal. He's being faced with the enormity of his grief, he's a few weeks behind his sibling on processing it, but he has the opportunity to do so here. There's nothing he can do to fix this, and he'll have to accept Solar's death.

This is fine. This is normal. This is healing.

And then Dark Sun showed up, grabbed Ruin out of the fridge, stapled him back together, and dropped him off on Moon's doorstep.

And Moon snapped.

Suddenly, he doesn't need to heal. He doesn't need to move on, he doesn't need to process. Opportunity is back on the table, and Moon latched onto it with hands and teeth, and he's not letting go.

It's not really hope anymore at this point, I think. It's desperation and fear. It's thinking himself a fool for even considering giving up on this chance. It's him moving his target from Ruin to Bloodmoon to possibly Eclipse or Stitchwraith or anyone else that's 'expendable'. It's using himself if he can't find a substitute.

And it's not about Solar, now. It's about control-- control over death.

And the root of control is fear.

And what he's afraid of, what Moon is actually fighting right now, is the fear of losing any more of his family. He has to bring back Solar, because it will prove that he can bring back any of them. If something goes wrong he can fix it. He has to fix it.

(I've got a whole aside comparing Ruin to Moon, but I started this thinking about Dark Sun specifically, so i'll try to stay focused)

So! That leads back around to what does Dark Sun get out of this?

Again, Moon was at a point where he could move on, until Dark Sun very deliberately intervened. This is exactly the same thing Ruin did by making Eclipse as a diversion to keep Moon occupied-- Moon is being nudged in a specific direction, and it's this plan for sacrifice. Eclipse apparently has an idea that won't involve sacrifice, and Dark Sun tampered with him so that he may or may not be dying (or his code is breaking down because it was based on Solar's).

So what does Dark Sun get out of it? Does he want to co-opt the procedure and use the energy or whatever for his own ends? Does he know the consequences and want to see them play out? Does he want a solution to the 'wiped from existence thing' as well, and is encouraging Moon to take the fallout if something goes wrong?

(They've said that time travel isn't a thing, I believe, which is a damn shame, because I think it'd be neat if Dark Sun was Solar in a time loop situation, where Moon brought him back but wrong and in the wrong time, and he's spent the past ??? years working back up to this point and is getting the loop closed. This isn't the solution but what if it was.)

Anyway, if Dark Sun interferes again to clear the way for Moon, that'll cement that he's directly benefiting from this, and we'll just have to see how things pan out.

OTL

#tsams #essays #the sun and moon show #its a mess y'all #and yeah like the dream and stuff absolutely did not help #but it wasn't anything Moon could have acted on had Ruin not turned back up

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tragedybunny · 4 months ago

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Fangs and Fairytales - Chapter 4

༺Summary༻

“As I was saying, you're right, things can't stay the same.” Beside her, she felt him tense. “Living at night is going to be an adjustment, I'm sure. It may take me a while. And we'll have to find ways to make sure you're always safe.”

“You don't-”

“I told you on the roof that day, I'm not going anywhere.”

Now. She reached out, and, careful to avoid his burns, pulled him into her arms.

“It won't always be easy, I know that. But I'm not giving up.”

There was a time when he would have argued with her, told her she was wrong and this wouldn't work. Instead, he leaned his weight against her and drew a breath he didn't need. “Promise?”

Serafina, a warlock with a hidden past. Astarion, a freed vampire spawn. With the Netherbrain defeated, life and happiness are theirs for the taking. Together they’ll set out on a new adventure to find a way for Astarion to walk in the sun again. There’s no easy path to happily-ever-after though as they quickly find many obstacles blocking their way, including Sera’s own Patron, the Fey Queen Titania.

Chapter 4: Astarion has an amorous plan to fix Sera's melancholy, it gets a little delayed by an encounter with a peculiar bard.

༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Serafina (Female Tav/OC)

༺Rating༻ Mature

༺Warnings༻ Light bondage, anal play, vaginal sex

༺Word Count༻ 4114

༺A/N༻

Hello Lovelies!

This is the smutty chapter. Takes a bit to get there, but I promise the second half is steamy.

Many and eternal thanks to @icybluepenguin for betaing and always encouraging me!

Also, if you recognize a certain bard and his ballad in this chapter - he's on loan from my dear friend @snowfolly If you don't recognize him, please check out Endlessly, one of my fave fics.

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The camp was in high spirits tonight and buzzing with activity. They'd turned the courtyard and upper floor into some sort of communal festival, all because some ostensibly famous bard had come to play there in an act of “charity” that Astarion found gratingly self-aggrandizing.

The cheery mood and sense of community had even led the denizens to give the camp a proper name, erasing its last ties to Shar.

“Selûne’s Embrace.” He couldn't think of it without disdain. He wanted to be done with gods, and couldn't fathom why everyone else still would cling to them, Dame Aylin excepted.

The bard’s distraction served his purpose though, so he couldn't complain too much. The event kept Sera distracted while he made preparations for a very special night. He'd left a note before trancing telling her to go enjoy herself and he'd be along later, there were some things he wanted to do.

He shut the door to their private cave hideaway with a satisfied smile. Everything was perfectly set, including the items he’d snuck off to the night market in the Wide to procure. Now to fetch his beloved.

Sera had seemed back in high spirits the last couple of days. They'd started making preparations to travel and Astarion had to admit, he felt more hopeful as well. He still wasn't happy about losing the sun, but seeing Sera smile after that terrible night made even the light of day seem less important. They'd leave in a couple more days after dinner with Duke Ravengard.

The night crowds were thicker tonight, swarming to the surface, bringing along a tide of food and drink for the revelry. Astarion weaved through them with dexterity, avoiding any brushes against his skin that would reveal it as too cold, and any lingering looks that would expose anyone to his too red eyes.

He glanced down at his fingertips– his nails had become much more claw-like without the tadpole and, though not as animalistic as they once had been, they still required much more attention. Thankfully, the glowing eyes and maw full of jagged teeth had not also returned, those would be much harder to hide. He had a theory that being well-fed had something to do with it. An idea he could possibly discuss with Dal at some point, but for now he’d simply be thankful.

Thus far, they’d managed to keep his nature to whispered rumor, and no one really wanted to force the issue and confirm they were sharing quarters with a vampire. Especially since this particular vampire was the partner of the hero of Baldur’s Gate. It would seem Sera was still his great protector.

And that thought didn't have the sting it used to. They were rather good at protecting each other.

Astarion’s thoughts were interrupted as he exited the stairs onto the ground floor and the notes of a song reached his ears. His jaw tightened and his teeth ground together. “That fucking song…” The Golden Lyre.

“Dark haired maiden, play it true,” a rather pleasant voice crooned from outside.

Despite the pleasantness of the voice, the lyrics were still like listening to Lae’zel sharpen her weapon for hours on end. Astarion charged outside, determined to find Sera as quickly as possible.

“The golden lyre, I beg of you, hold my heartstrings, in your hands.”

It wasn’t a bad song, it simply was the song; every bard knew it and would play it in every godforsaken shithole in the city. The sort of place he used to haunt. He’d heard it so often, he would find himself singing it involuntarily and recoil, cursing himself.

“Dark haired maiden, my love, my muse.”

Down the stairs, into the courtyard, Astarion spotted the ridiculous creature, furiously plucking away at a violin, dancing about like an ungainly bird, a mane of gray hair flowing wildly around him. And of course, at the end of a table nearest this display, sat Sera, sipping from a wine glass, with a smile on her face. A smile that was a little too fond for his liking,

“Oh my love, my muse…”

Astarion shouldered his way over to Serafina, coming up behind her to rest his hands on her shoulders in what was definitely not a possessive manner, fingers on the light blue fabric of her dress. “Hello darling.”

If her smile for the bard seemed fond, for him it was radiant adoration. “There you are. Done with your business for the evening?”

Astarion suppressed a smile, thinking of what awaited her in their cave sanctuary. “Indeed. In fact, part of it was a surprise for you. Shall we away?” he purred at her.

“You’re such a tease. I’m dying of curiosity now.”

He gave Sera his hand and helped her from her seat, ready to whisk her away from the scene and the hells-damned song when the music abruptly ended. The crowd started to applause raucously and Astarion attempted to make their exit before another song that would remind him of his lowest days started. Who knew what else was in the bard’s repertoire; The Wilting Rose, Summer’s Sweetest Wine? They all made him shudder.

He’d gotten maybe two steps when the bard’s melodious voice called out behind him. “Corellon fucking wept… Serafina?”

At his side, Sera froze, eyes going wide with a look of terror he hadn’t seen since Cazador had bound him into the ritual. Astarion felt himself tense as well; from what he understood of the warlock pact, no one in Baldur’s Gate should recognize Sera. They gave one another a look and Astarion released her hand to wrap his fingers around the dagger always at his side.

“It is you! Don’t you recognize me, it’s Tali?” The tiny elf – moon, if Astarion was any judge – flailed his arms about, jeweled rings catching the fire light and a fine scarlet coat swaying with the effort.

“H-how? You shouldn’t be able to…” Sera stared at him in wonder.

“Exactly.” Astarion gripped his dagger tighter. Had her family somehow found her? Was this their agent?

Through the vaguest of conversations and some deduction on his part, he'd been able to put together that Sera had accepted a warlock pact with Titania, Fey Queen of the Summer Court to escape an awful family. Said family were almost certainly Patriars here in Baldur’s Gate. Sera had tried to disguise that noble bearing she’d been taught since birth, but he'd seen his share of nobles and rabble. There was no way she was anything but the former. And that was all he was allowed to know, lest the magic that hid her shatter.

Tali’s eyes went wide as he caught sight of Astarion’s hand at his weapon. “Hells, call off your attack vampire!”

The last word was so loud that the crowd started to look their way. Though there had been talk, they had worked hard to keep Astarion’s nature as secret as possible. That effort looked to be going up in flames. All because of… whoever the hell this Tali was.

“Why you–” Astarion began to draw the dagger from its sheath, causing Tali to back away.

The sound of Sera’s laughter caused them both to freeze.

“The two of you are ridiculous, you know that.” Sera turned and gave Astarion a quick hug and peck on the cheek. “He’s an old friend.”

“One that is now extremely worried about you, I might add!” The bard fell into a sulk.

“Could you give us a minute?” Sera asked, barely waiting for Astarion’s nod before dragging Tali off by his hand.

Astarion sighed and tried to bury the frustration of the delay to his romantic plans. Slinking off, he disappeared into the shadows, the attention of the crowd having diminished without their entertainment present.

Crossing his arms, he leaned against the wall, definitely not annoyed with the delay. Agonizing minutes passed as he waited, his fingers tapping against his arm and a fang worrying his bottom lip. Finally, Sera returned without the unwanted company in tow.

He was already preening for the crowd, readying for another performance. Astarion doubted he could know what had passed between them but at least she didn’t look troubled by it. He held out his arm until she hooked hers through it, giving him a reassuring look, and they started back inside.

“He’s a friend, a friend that seems to have some immunity to Titania’s glamour. It’s fine though,” she answered the question he hadn’t asked.

“Oh so this random bard–”

“Taliesin. Honestly I’m surprised you don’t recognize him, he’s quite famous. He wrote the Golden Lyre.”

Astarion pretended that did not make his blood boil further. Of course the foppish creature wrote that damned song. “Whatever. He’s allowed around Her Majesty’s spell, but I, the love of your life, am not.”

Sere halted their progress, turning to shoot him a look. “Astarion, you know that’s not how it works. She can’t just make exceptions.”

“I know she despises me. And she clearly can make exceptions.”

Sera sighed and started walking again. “You’re being impossible.”

Astarion followed, now being pulled along by Sera, despite being a head shorter than him, and slightly built. “Don’t act like it’s not true,” he groused.

“So you're telling me that all a Fey Queen wanted from you for all this power was a child. How very… cliché.” Astarion was setting up a simple trip wire around their camp. They’d just dealt with a pack of gnolls and didn’t need any more surprises for the night.

“It's not that simple,” Sera answered from where she stood watch behind him, scanning the horizon for any more danger. “She wants a lineage to serve her, my family line.”

“And you agreed to that? Was life at home really that bad?” Nothing to compare to his, he was sure.

The night sky over the Risen Road was turning the brilliant colors of twilight as the first stars appeared. Astarion had agreed to help with security measures and immediately asked Sera to be his look-out. A chance to spend a little more time with her and “strengthen” their bond. They were on their way to the Githyanki crèche, and perhaps a way to be rid of these worms. He needed to ensure his hold on their warlock leader was as tight as possible. Without the tadpole he might well be entirely dependent on her.

Oddly, the last couple of nights they hadn’t done much more than chat pleasantly by the fire and share a few kisses. Not for lack of trying on his part. Leading to his desperately attempting to ignore the creeping dread that his protector was losing interest in him, and his mouth was running without much thought.

Audibly, she inhaled. “If only I could tell you.”

Astarion felt an awful weight in his stomach, the feeling of knowing he'd screwed up. Only it was disturbingly not like when he'd misstepped in front of Cazador. That was fear of reprisal, of one of his master's many punishments.

This was… he didn't know exactly. He just didn't like being the cause of any distress to her. “I– no, I should trust you on it. Although I have to say, she'll probably be disappointed if you keep carrying on with a vampire,” he finished with an awkward laugh and was glad she couldn’t see him cringing at himself.

At least the trip wire was done. No explosions, only noise if something tried to cross into their camp. He stood up, shaking off the clumsy exchange. “There, no gnolls in camp this night.”

“My hero,” Sera gave him a playful smile and headed back toward the cluster of tents.

The smile soothed his nerves and he made to follow her when a voice whispered in his ear.

“Watch how you go, Spawn, I won’t tolerate disappointment in my bargains.”

That had been the only time he’d heard the voice of Titania, but the threat had remained with him, her distaste for him extremely clear.

“It doesn't matter. And stop being jealous,” she scolded, and Astarion almost groaned in frustration.

This night was rapidly spiraling out of his control.

Letting go of her arm, he pulled her closer to him by her waist. Leaning down to purr into her ear, “Of course my love, let's not spoil the evening. Not when I have such delicious plans for it.”

He was rewarded with a little shiver and smirked to himself. Oh, how he’d come to know her and what made her body respond. And the love they shared made using his considerable experience something he no longer reviled. For the most part– sometimes the skeletons of the past decided to venture outside the shadowy corner of his mind where he kept them.

The crowd and the noise faded as he led Sera back toward their quarters. The steady increase of her pulse echoed in his ears, and the scent of her arousal filled the air, more alluring than any perfume. Tonight was safely on its way back to being a success.

When they reached their room, Astarion swiftly shut the door behind him and locked it. No well-meaning visitors to interrupt them tonight.

Sera turned to face him, eyes heavy-lidded and pupils wide with desire. “What did you want to show me?”

“It’s in the cave. But first, take off your clothes.” The words were firm, an order, and he watched her swallow hard.

For his part, Astarion could give or take control with equal pleasure, but Sera, with the rare exception, desired to relinquish it to another. Which made taking it all the more pleasurable for him.

“I–” Sera started.

“Shh, just be a good girl and do as you're told.”

Her skin flushed a deep pink but she wordlessly moved to obey, already sliding into that space in her mind where thought gave way to feeling and reason to desire; the world ceasing to exist outside the two of them.

When she was freed from her dress, Astarion– still clothed himself– took her hand, careful to not touch any other part of her, and lead her toward the door to their private refuge. “Go on,” he prompted, letting her enter first.

He didn’t need to see her expression, the ragged, gasping breath she took told him everything he needed to know. The old Sharran rug had been discarded, and a newer plush one was laid down in its place. Currently, a bedroll had been laid over the top of it for extra comfort. And at each corner of the bedroll, attached to a stake driven into the ground, a leather restraint. Nearby was a small box, open to display an assortment of other toys should the night call for them.

Astarion wrapped his hands possessively around Sera’s waist and leaned to down to speak in a low, throaty voice. “You see, my love, I think I finally understand your problem from the other night. You simply have too many thoughts inside that pretty little head of yours. So I’m going to fuck every last one of them out of it.”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the blindfold that had been waiting there and slipped it over her eyes. As he did, each breath came more rapidly despite her stillness, like a rabbit frozen in the path of a predator. “And you are going to lay there, and not say a word while I do it. Just make all those lovely little sounds of yours for me.”

Guiding her toward the bedroll, he laid her down on it, the soft light of the moon from the opening above them bathing her in an ethereal glow. Even without her sight, she obeyed him with perfect trust, following his commands without falter. She gave over each of her limbs to be secured into the restraints until her body was spread gloriously open for him.

Leaving her to ponder what was next, Astarion wordlessly moved away to strip himself; spending longer than necessary as he watched her chest heave with nervous breath and the minute movements she made out of anxious anticipation. He could feel himself already hardening without even touching her yet.

Kneeling next to her, he began to skim his nails over her skin, the faintest of marks appearing in their wake. “Now, what am I to do with you, my poor overthinking, anxious love.” His touch idly circled her breasts, avoiding her stiffened, rosy nipples

“Ast–” she gasped as his fingers closed around one of those nipples and pinched.

“Ah, I said no words, only noises. Behave or we'll have to find a way to keep you from talking.”

Sera didn't say anything more, only panted and whined as he rolled the nipple between his fingers.

It was actually the perfect place to start. Shifting so that he kneeled between her thighs, he rubbed the head of his cock over her slick folds and felt her try to buck into him. He gave a soft chuckle at her efforts.

“You're not getting it quite so easily, pet.”

Not that he didn't want her desperately by now, but that would ruin the fun. And more importantly the effort he was making to give her this: a night about her pleasure only.

He leaned forward, the scent of her - wildflowers and forests - filling his nostrils, intoxicating him. Hands resting on her shoulders, her flesh like satin under his fingers, he stilled her.

His mouth began to water as he leaned down towards one firm nipple. Instead of latching on to suckle at it, bared fangs pieced the skin above it, withdrawing quickly to create two small streams of blood.

Sera let out a sharp cry and he was thankful he'd thought ahead to set up here, away from their door.

With her delectable blood flowing enticingly, he wrapped his lips around her nipple and sucked. Intoxicating.

Eyes fluttering closed, he let the taste and scent possess him. Lazily his hips rolled, cock sliding over her clit, no relief for either of them as he drank the blood flowing from her breast like mother's milk. All the while she gasped and sighed beneath him.

He could stay like this for hours, teasing the drips from her, not enough to drain her but enough to make his mind and stomach sing. But there was more to be tasted.

With a final lick over the wounds, he withdrew to a noise of disappointment.

“Oh don't you worry, I'm not done with you yet.”

He’d let himself relive every wicked idea and lustful fantasy he’d had about her while planning tonight. Only some were fit for tonight's purpose, the rest he would get to in time. They had so much of it now. The fantasy enticing him would definitely serve his goal though.

Getting up, he retrieved a toy and vial of oil from the box, placing them between her legs on the rug, making as much noise as possible. Sera adorably tried to hide her curiosity in silence but the sound of her blood did not lie.

Coming to stand next to her head, he dropped to his knees, smirking at the intake of breath as he caught her off-guard. “Mouth open, darling, and trust me.”

Obediently she opened wide for him, a welcoming, waiting hole.

Very carefully, he placed his knees at her shoulders, and lowered himself over her, sliding his cock into her warm mouth. Wantonly, she moaned around him and he couldn’t stop his own answering groan. Elbows on either side of her hips he gave an experimental thrust, felt her tongue lapping at him. She was good - so, so good, sucking from underneath him, pliant and submissive.

His hips moved again and he felt his cock twitch inside her. Not yet, he scolded himself.

Arms wrapping around her thighs, nails digging into her soft skin just enough, he buried his face in her cunt, sodden in expectation of him. Nothing was as intoxicating as her blood, but the taste of her juices, flowing for him, was as close as one could get. Not even bothering to tease, he lavished his tongue over clit, relishing in the much-muted noises.

It wasn’t enough though. Two of his fingers slipped into her sex, working her as his tongue continued its ministrations. His own hips picked up a rhythm, carefully fucking her mouth.

Sera’s breath was coming in desperate gasps, the poor thing was nearing her limit.

“You can wait a little longer, my pet, can’t you? For me?”

The sound that answered he took for a yes.

Sucking on two fingers from his unoccupied hand, he coated them with his saliva, and began to tease the last of her holes gently. She was tight and untried, sowith a delicate touch, he worked his way inside.

Frantically, she lapped at the cock in her mouth, as though to plead with him for release as he fucked all her holes at once. A noise like a scream erupted from her as she shook against him. He could be merciful, he supposed.

“Go on then, love, come for me.” To punctuate his words, he took her clit between his teeth and sucked.

It was only moments later he felt her clench around his fingers, and a soft whimper followed. How he wanted to let go too, to spill his seed down her throat and let her taste him. Instead, he pulled his mouth from her and eyed the toy he’d left waiting.

“Shall I ravage you properly, pet,” he teased, knowing she still couldn’t answer with words, but the thunderous melody of her heart spoke for her. His favorite sound in the whole world, that organ, beating out the song of her vitality, a real and living love.

“But I’ve got one more treat for you. Now be patie– hgn!” Sera sucked deeply, tongue flicking over his sensitive head. “Naughty little thing,” he scolded. “I should stop right now.”

They both knew he wouldn’t make good on that threat but still she ceased the attempt to goad him.

Taking the vial of oil, he carefully coated the small, metal bulb in it. It was delicate work, he knew from horrible experience, but she’d been curious for some time, and was so eager for his fingers just now. The tip of the toy pressed against her and she tried to roll her hips into it. Once, he never would have bet sweet little Sera could be so wanton and needy. And it was all for him.

Gently, he pushed it inside her, until she had taken it all. A couple of teasing pumps to keep her desperate, and he rose back to his knees, cock slipping from her mouth.

He took a moment to admire his handiwork; drool running from her mouth, tears escaping her blindfold, her cunt swollen and dripping.

Gods, she was beautiful.

Kneeling between her thighs, at long last, he gripped her hips, and drove into her, letting out a sigh of relief. Her warm slick squeezed him tight, eager to take all he could give. The feel of the toy inside her pressing against him added another dimension of pleasure, almost too much.

He thrust with a desperate cadence, his mind fading into only feeling and wanting, almost the same as when he drank from her. The sounds of her pleasure were muted as though miles away. Hips slapped against skin, fingers dug bruises into her skin.

Again he felt her, climaxing, thrashing, moaning uninhibited now. His cock twitched, gods, it was too much, and he felt himself let go.

There was stillness and gradually the sounds of the cave penetrated the haze. Sera lay still, her breathing evening out after the exertion. Leaning down, he kissed her with all softness, his undead heart almost quickening with the raw, unbridled, affection he felt for her.

“You did so well,” he whispered into her ear, “now let’s get you out of all this and into our bed.”

Under a mound of covers, Astarion held Sera close, as she lay with her head resting upon his chest. Idly, her fingers traced lines across his chest. Finally she made a thoughtful hum that drew him from his thoughts. “Yes, love?”

“I was thinking– if this is your treatment for melancholy– do you believe in preventive medicine?” Sera tittered giddily.

“Oh my darling,” Astarion purred exaggeratedly, “I can most assuredly give you whatever dosage you require.”

He tightened his arms around her and pulled her up to kiss her properly. They were so lost in the laughter that followed, Astarion barely noted the ease with which he lifted her, strength he hadn’t had before.

Edited to add my tag list. Oops.

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killishin · 10 months ago

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SO IT'S A DATE

pairing : jason todd x reader

warning : anxiety , overthinking

category : fluff

author's note : this one is a bit long and im not really sure about this. the flowers i mentioned are just something i looked up because i wanted to choose those with certain meanings. in case of any mistake pls inform me , hope you like it :)

so it's today.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were impatiently running around your apartment making sure everything is proper, clean, neat and presentable even though you've been at it for like more than three hours.

You had been friends with Jason for over a year , it was unexpected but it just felt like ... it was meant to be. You didn't really believe much in destiny or fate , but there was just this warm feeling you felt that grew as time went on. Before you knew it , before you could even stop yourself, you had already fallen for him. hard.

But it was just you could never tell him , never show it to him. You were scared , would it ever work out? does he even like you that way?

You were half sure that he may have some feelings but your overthinking just quickly shuts it all down. So you never tried.

But it all changed yesterday.

" Hey let's have a movie night? I'd have a reason to watch something new and FINALLY someone to talk with about it."

you don't know why you said that , it was after you realised you invited him to your apartment, that you realised the weight of it. Him and you. You and him. In your apartment. That is mostly not really presentable.

" Hm , sounds good. But only if you let me cook." he said with a smirk.

hell he can cook.

" Oh? you can cook? you never told me that , i would make it out alive right?"

" Oh it's on. I'll make you beg me to come again and cook more."

" Ohhhh????? We'll see we'll see Mr. Ramsey. "

You laughed and smirked at him , sudden confidence in you that you regret just a second later.

" So movie , dinner ... It's a date then huh?" You teased with a wink. You swear you saw his ears go red as his eyes widened slightly. He was flustered for a moment before he leaned forward dangerously close and connected his forehead with yours.

" It's a date."

IT'S A DATE !!

it was about time and your heartbeat was starting to increase as your nervousness increase. Your palms start to sweat as you continuously look at the time and fix the pillows or the blankets or check the kitchen or fix yourself in the mirror.

' Oh god do i look good? would he like it? does everything look fin- '

The bell rings and all your worries come to a halt. You look at the bouquet of flowers that lay on the table. You had yourself chosen the flowers , red chrysanthemum , white carnations , babys breathe and pink camellia ; and arranged them in a bouquet.

Maybe someday he'll understand the meaning behind them.

You take the bouquet in your hands and take one last look in mirror before steadying yourself at the door. Taking a deep breathe you open the door , and there he was , his eyes slightly wide , his cute smile fading away as he notices you and stops at the bouquet in your hands.

And that's when you noticed , he had a bouquet too.

Both of you were shocked and flustered , blood rushing to both your cheeks as you both laugh awkwardly.

" Hey there." You said with an awkward smile and he laughed awkwardly while brushing his hair.

" You look beautiful , truly." He said softly and you could feel the immense warmth creeping up your neck.

" Were you always this cute?" You teased as you gestured him in.

He laughed as he started coming in your house.

" You just never noti- wOAH-"

He tripped over a entrance and before you could react , he slightly fell over you , one hand on your shoulder, the one that had the bouquet , and the other on the wall beside.

...And his lips on your cheek.

Both of you looked at each other with wide eyes , his ears fully red. He was so close at that moment that you could clearly see those beautiful eyes and the panic in them. Even the warmth he emitted at that moment made your heart do flips.

" Oh god im sorry- really sorry."

" No no no!! it's fine you okay?"

" yea- yeah er it didn't hurt."

He said as he immediately backed away and stood upright , looking anywhere but you , the awkwardness brimming to the top. But maybe it was how cute he looked while being awkward , that despite the heavy silence , you started cracking up.

He looked at you in disbelief as your laughter increased and turned uncontrollable making your stomach ache as you pointed at him.

" Y-your ears- so red-" you said in between your laugh and his brows furrowed as he instinctively covered his ears before he started cracking up too.

" You're such a dork."

" Oh i am??? you're the one who " accidentally" kissed my cheek! i mean if you wanted it so bad you could've just asked." You teased as you closed the door and ushered him in.

Just as you turned around , you let out a yelp as you noticed how close he was to you,intentionally.

He was slightly leaning as he gazed deep in your eyes with a small smirk dancing on his lips.

" So since you didn't immediately kill me , i take it you liked the kiss?"

You were speechless for a moment , the proximity too much to bear and his sudden flirtatious behaviour make your confidence really dwindle.

But who were you to ever back down?

" And what if i did?"

He raised his eyebrows in challenge , before leaning ahead and kissing your other cheek. Your breathe hitched as his lips lingered on your cheek , you could feel his breathe on your cheek , the warmth he emitted , your heart beating really fast but you didn't care if he heard it. How could you when you're busy processing what he's actually doing.

You wish he lingered longer , you wish you could kiss his cheek too, you wish to see his eyes and get some answers.

" Now are you sure if you did?"

"Uh- um- FLOWERS!"

You said as you shoved the bouquet between you , your brain had errored and this was the only response it could come up with.

He smiled and chuckled before taking it and giving you the one he brought. You smiled wide when you took them , the smell making you even more happy and less nervous.

He watched you as you happily keep it in a vase , his heart fluttering at the sight of a simple bouquet making you this happy. Then he looked down at the down you gave him. He couldn't explain the blast of feelings he felt everytime he'd look at it.

It brought the same wide smile on his face as you had.

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The evening went smoothly , Jason chose the movie and both of you watched it halfway when you whined that you were hungry. You gotta say he did have skills , he knew his way around cooking. And you were absolutely impressed by his cooking , continuously praising him while gobbling up the food. Even though he seemed pretty confident , he was quiet nervous when it was time for you to taste it. The confident yet sheepish smile that came on his face maybe made your food even more tasty.

You both sat on the couch as you started watching the television again.

" Oh god im full. I'm too full." You groaned causing him to laugh.

" Well you did hoard my portions too."

" Hey i didn't "hoard" anything.... you cooked for me didn't you?"

" Can't argue with that."

He said and a silence fell over you as you watched the movie. Your eyes glanced at the clock and you realised , your little date was gonna come to an end. You felt a pang in your chest at the thought. You just couldn't let it end with a movie.

Yeah , you can't just let it end like this.

" Hey you wanna go to the terrace? Let's walk sometime?"

" Right now?"

" Mhm"

He pondered for a moment before standing up and extending his hand to pick you up.

The Gotham's night sky didn't look as gloomy as it did usually , the silence wasn't heavy or awkward as you both stared at the sky and the horizon , standing close to each other.

You didn't know what to say , yet you wanted to talk to him. You looked over at him , his face lit up by the moonlight , his glazed eyes carrying certain heaviness in them as he stared ahead. If you could stare at him the whole night , you would. You wanted to caress those cheeks , feel how soft his hair was-

" -Y/N? Hey? you 'kay?" he asked worriedly as he turned towards you with a tilted head. Even though you'd usually be flustered at having being caught staring , but right now you didn't care.

You shook your head slightly and gave him a soft smile.

" I had a great time today. I loved it."

" Oh?? The food really was that good huh?" He teased and smirked at you.

" Wanna go on a second date?" You asked unfazed , with the same smile. Your heart beating really fast , being filled with uncertainty and anticipation.

His smirk ceased as he looked at you , realising how serious you are.

" A second d-date? the food was that goo-"

" No not the food, no , because i like you , you idiot." You said a bit impatiently , your smile ceased as you looked at him with all genuiness.

You took a deep breath and gestured toward his hand. " Can i?" you asked nervously and he put forward his hand. You held it with a smile and looked up at him.

" I know this is sudden , and I don't know if this is the right time or would it ever be i mean- uh- that- uh-" you started fumbling , your breathing started increasing as your confidence dwindled and you started looking elsewhere , as your hold on his hand weakened.

" Hey hey go on , it's fine alright? go on."

He whispered as he squeezed your hand and you looked up at him in surprise. His eyes had this certain emotion in it , like he knew , yet he wanted to hear it. He just can't wait.

You huffed out a smile and took another breathe before continuing.

" I.. I have liked you since a few months we met. I don't know when it happened, or how it did exactly, but i did and i found myself loving every moment with you , everything you did , everything you said , i loved..."

you caressed his cheek with your free hand , your thumb swiping over his cheekbones , the feel of it making you smile wider.

"... looking at this pretty face of yours at every chance i got. But i just couldn't ever risk it. Maybe it was too soon or not the right time or the uncertainty if you even felt the same way. "

You pulled his cheeks and smiled even wider and maybe that made him more happier than you for he smiled even wider than you , his eyes filled with joy and happiness.

That was enough confirmation you needed.

" But i like you , a fuck lot. I wanna hold you , talk to you and.... call you mine?"

" Can i kiss you?"

You grinned wide as you kissed him as impatiently as he asked you to. He caressed your cheek with one hand and the other travelled to your waist and pulled you close. He smiled against your lips and parted with a peck.

" You can't believe how lucky i feel right now." He whispered , his thumb wiping your bottom lip.

" I can't believe i actually confessed."

" It's all thanks to my food. Thank me."

" Oh please... "

" .... Seriously what did you put in the food?"

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666writingcafe · 7 months ago

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Hallucination

Solomon

MC: Something bad's happened to Asmo. I need you to come over and help me fix it.

With the tone of their message, I was afraid that I'd walk into a room full of bodily fluids of some kind. Thankfully, that doesn't seem to be the case, but the situation is just as severe, if not a tad bit worse.

I've spent lots of time with Asmodeus, so I like to think I know his various moods and how they present themselves on him, but this...

From behind, he looks perfectly normal, sitting upright on his bed. But his eyes make it perfectly clear that he's completely disconnected from this reality. Whatever he's seeing might only be happening in his head, but it's making him rather upset.

"What happened?" I whisper to MC.

"I don't know the full story, but I found a bag of gummy bears sitting on his nightstand, and I think he ingested enough of them to start tripping." Oh dear. Devildom drugs are no joke. I've known plenty of humans that have either died or permanently lost their minds from a single micro-dose. The stuff's potent.

"Where did he get them?"

"I don't know. I gave Lucifer the bag, and he's taking it over to the castle to have Diavolo and Barbatos look into it."

Asmo suddenly stands up and rushes towards the door. MC quickly blocks him from opening it.

"And where do you think you're going?" they ask him.

"I gotta tell them the good news!" he exclaims. "We can all go back to being angels!"

Well, no wonder MC wanted me over here. At the very least, they need another set of hands to restrain Asmo from running off and causing chaos.

"Sweetie, that isn't possible." MC places a hand on his shoulder.

"But it is! I'm telling you! Raphael told me so!" MC glances over at me worryingly. "I'm not lying, Zephyr! He said that Father ordered that all is to be forgiven, and that all of our brothers and sisters wish for us to return!"

"Asmo--"

"Our wings should be white!" MC sighs.

"Look, even if Raphael wanted you guys back, I seriously doubt your Father would forgive you all for what you did."

"Zephyr's right, Asmo." Oh shit. How long has Lucifer been on the other side of the door? MC steps away from the door, allowing him to enter the room.

"I rebelled against Father in a way that is unforgivable," Lucifer continues. "By falling with me, you've told Him that you agree with my actions. He's not going to let us return." This causes Asmo to burst out sobbing.

"Why would you say something like that?!" he yells. Before any of us can reply, Asmo adds,

"Oh right: you're just stubborn when it comes to Father! You refuse to bury the hatchet!"

"Are you saying you regret coming with me?"

"Yes! I want to return to the Celestial Realm and be an angel again! You know, the way I used to be, white wings and all! You made me a monster, Lucifer!" Lucifer sighs. I can tell that Asmo's words hurt him; the pain is evident in his eyes.

"I'm sorry that you feel that way. I know seeing your reflection in the mirror scares you. But I didn't force you to leave. That was a decision you made on your own, and unfortunately there's no undoing it. What's done is done, and we all have to live with the consequences."

"Fuck you!" The room begins shaking as black smoke fills the air. The next thing I know, the four of us are in the middle of a tall, dimly lit labyrinth.

And we're face-to-face with a giant spider.

"Okay, what in the hell was in those gummy bears?!" MC exclaims.

"An evil spirit," Lucifer calmly replies.

How lovely. Some demon must have thought it was a terrific idea to befriend a trickster spirit and mix its essence into candy to then sell to unsuspecting strangers.

Of course, that demon may have specifically picked Asmo to be the spirit's target. While public opinion of the brothers is certainly better than what it was when MC and I first arrived, there's still plenty of people that wish them nothing but harm and misfortune.

"I'm s-sorry!" Asmo cries. "I didn't m-mean what I s-said!"

"We'll talk about it later," Lucifer replies roughly. "Right now, we need to get away from this spider and find a way out of here."

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taruusmoon · 1 year ago

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I MISS YOU, AND I’M SORRY, BADA LEE

a/n: Dal means moon in kr, and dalbit means moonlight. Used of Minka Kelly as adult Jessica, and Natalia Azahara as young Jessica. English is not my first language in sorry if there is something bad.

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Chapter1: The Beginning.

There were two things Jessica could never change about herself, no matter how old she was. And those were that she didn't know how to say no and that she was always going to want to see Bada Lee one last time. And those were the main reasons why she was currently inside a recording room at Nemare Record, with a woman touching up her hair and a guy placing a small microphone in her white blouse, about to tell her worst love story for the documentary of the woman who had broken her heart so many times many years ago.

“Do you feel comfortable?” asked the girl in charge of the interview, who was sitting across from her with a soft smile and a spark of excitement in her eyes. “We'll do this as quietly as possible and I'll go at your pace, okay?”

Jessica nodded without saying anything. The truth was that she felt quite comfortable; she didn't think it would be difficult to tell her side of the story, and also, for some strange reason, the girl gave her a sense of security and confidence, even if she didn't even know who she was, her name, or the relationship she had with the Lee sisters.

“May I know what your name is?” Finally, after thinking about it for a long time, Jessica asked. “I thought the person who was going to interview me was Juliana”

“I've been waiting for that question since you passed that door." the girl with the big round eyes answered with a smile. “But I think I'll tell you later. Juliana was going to be the interviewer, but there were some sudden changes. I hope you don't mind.”

“Oh no, don't worry about me; it's fine” she replied. “It's just that you remind me of someone.”

The girl smiled but didn't answer; instead, she looked at the door of the office.

“You're ready” murmured the girl who was fixing Jessica's hair. “You have very nice hair.”

In a soft way, Jessica murmured a thank-you, accompanied by a smile, and the girl said goodbye with the man who had been in charge of placing the small microphone in her blouse. Soon, Lindsey, the main producer of the documentary and the one who had insisted so much on her participation, approached the interviewer, talked about some other changes in the interview, and handed her a notebook full of notes.

“Hey Jess” the door to the recording studio opened, and in walked Brody Rosales with a big smile on his lips and open arms, ready to wrap Jessica in a tight hug. “It's been so many years; how do you feel about the lights? Don't they make you uncomfortable?”

“The truth is, I don't know how I should feel," she replied with a wrinkled nose. “It’s been a long time since I've been in front of a camera with so many lights.

Brody let out a laugh along with Lindsey, causing a slight smile on Jessica's face.

“Don't worry, you look good” Lindsey said, walking with Brody behind the cameras to sit in the chairs. “I don't want to rush, but it's time to start the interview" she said, looking at Jessica for a few minutes before proceeding. “Whenever you are ready, Jessica.”

With a long breath, she wiped the sweat from her hands on the satin pants she was wearing. “I think I'm ready.”

Brody nodded and raised his hand, giving a signal to the assistant cameraman. The boy placed the clapperboard in front of the lens and made it sound, starting the interview that would give way to all the memories of what Jessica once lived.

“Tell me Dal” The girl began to speak when the man behind the camera indicated her. Jessica felt her heart pound against her chest, surprised that the girl in front of her had called her by a name she had refused to use again. “Tell us about your start in this story: where you were born and how you met the Lee sisters.”

“I was born in Colombia on June 1, 1976” she began after a few seconds, still surprised at what had just happened. “My mother died in childbirth, and I was left in my father's custody until he also died of an overdose when I was eight years old. Since then, my aunt has taken care of me.”

“How did you come to the United States?”

“When I was nine years old, my aunt was given the opportunity to move to Los Angeles because the company she worked for opened a branch here, and they were looking for experienced people to work here. We were not a family that had everything, but my grandparents fought for their children to have an education so they could have a good job.”

“Was it there that you met the Lee sisters?”

“Yes” she said as she tried to remember more accurately how the sisters had entered her life. “First, I met Seoyoung. We went to the same school and the same class, but we didn't share classes, so I didn't talk to her at that time. It wasn't until I met Bada in guitar lessons that my aunt thought of enrolling me. There weren't many of us; the teacher only accepted four students per class, so it was just Bada, two other girls, and me. We didn't become friends right away because she is older than me by three years, nor did we have anything in common except that we were both forced to be there.”

“Didn't you like the guitar?” asked the girl with a smile.

“It's not that I didn't like it” she replied, lifting her shoulders. “I just didn't like it; I preferred other kinds of sounds, and I loved the drums, but my aunt didn't like it very much, and she didn't really listen to my opinion. She also said that the guitar would look better than the drums in my student curriculum, so I didn't say anything back and just obeyed her; after all, I owed her my life.”

“How was your relationship with her? Did you get along with her?”

“Yes, she has been my mother figure since I was born” Jessica said sincerely as she felt a small pain settle in her chest at the memory of her. “I loved her too much, and I will never forget her.”

“My condolences Dal” there it was again—the damn name she hated so much. With a long sigh, Jessica gave a dull smile.

“Don't worry about that; that part of the story comes much later” she denied it in an attempt to erase the melancholic air that suddenly flooded the place. “Let's continue with Bada. As I said before, we didn't talk at first because we had nothing in common. However, she had an energy that captivated you; she made me laugh with her witticisms, so after the first guitar recital we had, I talked to her. I wasn't outgoing, but Bada Lee was outgoing for me, so we quickly became inseparable. And when I entered the same high school as her, then it really started.”

˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗

“Bae Dal, Bae Dal!”

A thin voice that Jessica quickly recognized drilled her ears as she walked through the halls of Westcoast High School. She immediately turned around to find Bada Lee, her best friend and loyal confidant. The girl ran quickly with an excited expression on her face, and when she was closer to Bae Dal, she opened her arms to wrap them around her.

“You finally came, Bada Lee” Jessica told her as she rested her head on her hair. Bada was barely two inches taller than her, despite being older.

“What class are you in? Do you want a ride?” Bada asked with curiosity in her voice.

“No, don't worry" Jessica replied as she separated. “The principal has given a sophomore girl permission to show me around; she's in the cafeteria right now.”

“Okay, then come with me; I want you to officially meet Seoyoung.”

Without a squeak, Jessica nodded quite excitedly, and the two started walking with their arms intertwined to the cafeteria. Jessica knew Seoyoung only by sight; she was a year younger than Bada's younger sister, but they were still in the same grade because Jessica had entered high school a year earlier. They didn't share any classes or the same social circle, but people liked to associate them because they were both of Asian descent, and everyone thought they were family or friends just because of that.

“I've never talked to your sister” Jessica said to Bada when the two of them spotted Seoyoung in the dining room line.

“There's always a first time for everything, Dalbit” she replied, pulling her arm to her sister's side.

When Seoyoung noticed the girls, she looked at Bada with a smile and at Jessica with a surprised gesture. There, Bae Dal understood that she didn't know that Bada and she knew each other, nor that they were friends, but she didn't really care either.

“Lusher, this is Bae Dal” Bada pointed at her, and Seoyoung smiled friendly. "Remember I told you I had a best friend in guitar lessons? Well, it’s her.”

“I know who Bada clearly is” Seoyoung replied. “But I didn't know you were friends. Nice to finally meet you, Jessica.”

Jessica smiled and replied, "Nice to meet you." Bada didn't say anything else, and as soon as Seoyoung took her food, she led them to her group of friends to sit next to them. Jessica didn't have many friends in high school except for Valerie Monroe, a girl she had met in middle school, but at that moment she didn't know where she was, and she didn't feel like looking for her; she would see her in calculus class.

“Are you ready to tell dad today?” Seoyoung asked Bada while peeling a tangerine. "Taeyoung has been so excited that she won't put down the guitar for anything. ”

“Yes, I know. I didn't think Tata would be so serious when we told her we wanted to form a band” Bada laughed.

“What band are you talking about?” Jessica interrupted as she uncovered the small container where her aunt had put the lunch she had prepared for her.

“Lusher and I have been thinking too much about how we want the band to become something real” Bada said.

A long time ago, Bada and her sisters started playing songs from other bands in the basement of their house. The sisters' father had an old drum set inherited from one of his uncles and had taught Seoyoung how to play it; since then, she has insisted that her sisters play some songs together. All three were big fans of rock bands, and with the enthusiasm they had, it didn't take long for them to find themselves wrapped up in the desire to become one of them.

“I firmly believe that we would be one of the greatest rock bands of all time.”

Bada Lee blurted out the words so confidently that Jessica believed her without question. She knew how persevering her best friend was; she knew how hard she would work; and she knew she was capable of sacrificing anything, even what they were about to build.

Three weeks after that conversation, Jessica found herself sitting in the basement of the Lee sisters' house for the first time, listening to the compositions Bada had created.

“It sounds amazing, Bada!” she shouted with excitement as she clapped her hands. “I really think that you guys have something different and that if someone listens to you, then they would make you sign a contract immediately.”

“The problem is that no one listens to us” said Taeyoung, the youngest of the three sisters and the guitarist of the group. “We're too young to play anywhere, and dad still doesn't take us very seriously.”

Taeyoung was right; she was only ten; Seoyoung was twelve; and the only one who could be considered older was Bada, who had just turned fifteen. They had no chance; they couldn't play in local bars; they couldn't play in a high school because Taeyoung hadn't attended one yet; they had no way to make themselves heard in the crowd.

“How about inviting your friends to the Bada rehearsals?” Jessica said with a hesitant expression, receiving a confused look from the girls. “Your friends have more friends; you can invite them to the basement to listen to you, and they will spread the news. You can start creating a small group of listeners.”

The sisters weren't convinced at first, but they agreed anyway, convinced their parents to let them open the basement door, and six months later they had at least twenty-five teenagers sitting on the sidewalk in the garage having fun. At the end of the year, Westcoast High School invited them to play at the prom.

˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗

“You'd never been to her house before then?

“Never” Jessica answered. “Bada and I saw each other only twice a month for guitar lessons, so my aunt didn't know her very well and wouldn't let me go to her house. It was finally in high school that she got to know Bada and her parents; they became close friends, and until then, I was finally able to visit her.”

“Understandable” the girl laughed and continued. “So thanks to you, The Rivers became known in the neighborhood?”

“No, of course not” she shrugged her shoulders and denied. "I only gave the idea; they, with their talent, made sure that Bada's friends brought more friends, and those friends brought more friends. If they weren't good enough, even if I paid all the kids in the neighborhood, they wouldn't see them again.

“What happened after that? Did you and Bada stay friends the whole time?”

“After you played at the prom, a lot more schools wanted them. They played at homecomings, proms, and even started playing at a sweet sixteen for a girl or two in the neighborhood. They were making a name for themselves through hard work.”

“What about you and Bada?” she insisted again with the question in a different way.

“We remained friends, although we spent less time together because she was always rehearsing or studying. We both quit guitar lessons, then Bada entered college, so Seoyoung and I were left alone in high school and stopped seeing each other even more, but we always tried to visit each other anyway. I don't think either of us wanted to leave the friendship, and we were constantly fighting with time to not get separated.” Jessica paused for a moment, frowning in an attempt to remember more accurately everything that had happened in her high school days, then continued. “But there was a moment when I turned seventeen that we parted ways for good. I moved away from Seoyoung in high school and started hanging out with other kinds of friends. I tried alcohol and cigarettes for the first time. And I also left Bada aside because I wanted to shut up the feelings that had suddenly invaded me.

“What kind of feelings Dal?” she was careful to ask, but still, the question took Jessica by surprise. She hadn't expected to get to that part of the story so soon. “If you want, we can stop for a moment.”

“No” Jessica said, looking at the girl straight in the eye as she searched for the right words. “The truth is that I realized that I liked Bada long before when we were still in high school; however, I understood the feelings until that moment, even though I denied it for many reasons, but the main ones were because she was older than me and because she was a woman. And I could not like a woman. I avoided her from that moment on; when she called me, I would tell her that I had somewhere to go, and when she came to visit me, I would tell my aunt to take care of her and tell her I was not there. I am aware of the damage I caused her, and I think that somehow everything that happened afterwards was my karma.”

“How much longer could you avoid her? I have known Bada for a long time and I know how persistent she can be.” At the girl's words, Jessica couldn't help but laugh. She was right; Bada was the most insistent person that could exist in her life.

“It lasted me a little more than a year” she answered with a smile. “And it would have lasted longer if it wasn't for how intense Bada is.”

˗ ˏ ˋ ♡ ˎˊ ˗

“How much longer do you plan to avoid me, Jessica?

As soon as she heard the voice, Bae Dal put down the cup of espresso she was preparing on the table and slowly turned around. Bada had a furious expression on her face that softened a bit when Jessica's round brown eyes looked up at her in surprise.

“When were you planning to tell me that you were working here? Why didn't you tell me that Aunt Lorena has a heart problem?”

Jessica didn't know what to say; she couldn't find the right words to answer Bada’s questions, and she didn't wanted to answer them either. She hadn't started working at Pope's cafeteria because she wanted to; she had done it because her aunt Lorena had been fired from her job and hadn't been able to get a new one because of her illness.

“Are you going to answer me, Jessica?” Bada raised an expectant eyebrow and leaned her arms on the counter. Jessica felt her stomach hurt because Bada never called her Jessica.

“As you can see, I am working, Bada, and if you will excuse me, I have tables to attend.”

She picked up her coffee cup again and walked out to the table area in the direction of an adult couple who had ordered an espresso. Bada, as insistent as she was, walked away from the counter and followed her around the restaurant with furrowed brows, annoyed at being ignored.

“Didn't you want to be like a preschool teacher or something?” Bada said behind Jessica, and Jessica ignored her as she put the coffee on the customers' table. “What are you doing working here? You should be in college; Seoyoung told me you got a scholarship at the University of California.”

Suddenly Jessica started to get exasperated with Bada's words, and without a second thought, she turned around and confronted her. “Enough Bada!”

Bada stopped and opened her mouth in astonishment. The people at the tables looked at them in silence, and then the kitchen door opened, revealing Pope with a spatula in his hand. The man in his late sixties stared at Jessica and then looked at Bada.

“Take a break Jess” he said, and then walked back into the kitchen.

In an attempt to fill herself with patience, Jessica took a long breath, then let the air out and carelessly grabbed Bada's arm to pull her to one of the tables, pulled out a chair, sat her down on it carelessly, and then sat herself in the chair in front of the older girl. Bada folded her arms and raised her eyebrows attentively at what Jessica was going to say to her; she didn't look at all guilty of the scolding they both knew Pope would give Jessica when she left for her interruption.

“Things got difficult, Bada” she finally found the courage to say. “Lorena has a heart condition that makes it impossible for her to continue working at the company, and it's been hard to keep the house. I had to drop out of college because the scholarship didn't pay for one hundred percent of the tuition, and what i earned here at Pope's barely covers the expenses of the house and my aunt's insurance.”

“So when things get tough, do you just disappear?” Bada frowned and leaned her arms on the table to get a little closer to her best friend. “You know my parents would be willing to help you if I asked them. I don't know. We could lend you a hand with buying food every month; you know, it's not something that's impossible for us.”

“You don't understand, Bada” Jessica muttered, taking a long breath. "I don't want people to look down on us; I don't want your parents to deal with this. I know I can do it myself.”

“No Dal the truth is that I don't understand. I know you can do it alone, but you don't have to.” Bada denied and took her hands on the table. Jessica immediately turned to look at the people in the restaurant, but no one was looking at them. “I don't understand why you can't accept our help, and I don't understand why all this has to be a reason for you to stay away from me.”

The older Lee was right; Lorena's illness and leaving college were not reasons for Jessica to stop talking to her. And in fact, they weren't; Dal hadn't distanced herself from Bada because of that. The real reason was that a year ago, in the middle of one of the band's rehearsals, she finally understood why her heart beat stronger every time Bada smiled at her in the middle of a song, and also that her skin prickled every time she took her hands in her to help her move her fingers over the strings of her bass when it occurred to her -out of nowhere- to give her lessons on how to play the bass. But clearly, that was not something she could tell her, so she decided it was best to cut the subject short.

“I'm sorry Bada I..." she stammered knowing that as soon as she apologized Bada would forget everything. “I'm really sorry, it's just that everything has been so overwhelming that I didn't know how to tell you, and I also didn't want you to stop paying attention to the band by listening to my problems. I didn't think about avoiding you my whole life, but then I got into college so I stopped having even more time. I couldn't find the time to talk to you again.”

Long ago Seoyoung had secretly told Jessica about how Bada could forgive her anything and move on. And at that moment she knew she wasn't wrong, because as soon as the apology left her mouth, Bada took a seat in the chair next to her and hugged her. She didn’t asked more questions, questioned her decisions no more and simply forgot that Jessica had avoided her for over a year.

“Just don't do it again Dalbit, please.”

Jessica didn't answer her because she didn't feel brave enough to promise she wouldn't do it again; she wasn't so sure she wouldn't do it again if she felt insecure about her feelings for Bada again. She just let the girl hug her; after all, she had missed her all that time they didn't talk.

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“So you used the "power" you had over her to get her to forgive you?” the interviewer asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

“It wasn't that I had power over Bada” she clarified. “Neither of us could really resist the other when it came to apologies. I would rather believe that we were each other's weak points.”

“I see, and what happened next? Did everything go back to the way it was before?”

“For the most part yes. I went back to attending her rehearsals whenever I could; her parents helped us with food expenses, and Lorena slowly started getting better every day until she managed to get a job again. Everything seemed to get better all of a sudden.”

“What about your feelings? How did you manage to hide them and go back to acting as her best friend for so long?”

“I guess I was a very good actress because nobody found out or suspected anything; everything went on as normal until Bada turned twenty and I was eighteen.”

The girl didn't say anything; she just looked at Jessica expectantly because she knew what was coming since she had heard that part of the story some time ago, but from another mouth and another perspective.

“Two days after her birthday, Bada wanted to teach me how to play the new song he had composed” Jessica explained slowly, almost not wanting to continue. “Things became more intimate that morning without us noticing, and then Bada kissed me. It wasn't the best kiss; she only pressed her lips against mine for less than five seconds and then broke away. But just those short seconds were enough to change our lives.”

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Even if it had already been two days since Bada Lee's birthday, the cake was not over. The girl's parents had made a big celebration with a huge vanilla cake that was Bada's favorite. And the truth was that Jessica wasn't complaining; she loved vanilla cake, so every time she went to the kitchen, she would take a small piece of cake after asking permission from Bada's mother.

“Jessica, I already told you, you don't have to ask for permission” Bada's mother said with a smile without taking her eyes off the TV, where a concert of a well-known alternative rock band was playing.

Without another word, Jessica went into the kitchen, opened the fridge, and took out a glass tray to cut a piece of cake. She put the tray away again and walked out of the kitchen towards the basement with a plastic plate in her hand. Bada's mom watched her with a smile on her lips until she saw her pass the basement door.

“You're going to make yourself sick to your stomach if you keep eating so much cake, Dal” Bada scolded her, sitting on the old leather couch, as she quietly and patiently tuned the strings of her bass guitar.

That morning, Bada had woken her up very early. After Pope had given her the morning off they had decided to have a sleepover since Bada was very nervous about the performance they were going to have that night. A well-known bar in Los Angeles area had contacted the sisters' father and had hired them for three hours to play at the owner's daughter's twenty-first birthday party. It was by far the biggest event the band had managed to get booked for, and after talking for hours, the girls convinced their parents to accept, although they too had to attend since Seoyoung and Taeyoung were still minors.

“I want to show you something; come here.” Bada took the plate from Jessica and put it on a small table next to the sofa, then took her by the hand and sat her on the sofa. “I've composed a new melody, and I want to show it to you.”

“You know that playing guitar and bass is different, right.” Jessica complained, but she still let Bada put her arm around her waist to place Jessica’s right hand on the strings and her left hand on the neck.

“I know” Bada whispered very close to Jessica's ear, causing a little shiver to run down her spine. “But somehow, you always manage to learn everything I teach you.”

Bada wasn't lying; Jessica had a rare facility for learning to play instruments and could even play some of the band's songs on the drums. Seoyoung always hinted to her that she could be the second guitarist, and even Taeyoung, on many occasions, gave her, her own guitar while she concentrated on the vocal part. However, being part of a band was not within Jessica's desires, nor did she want to be famous; her place was backstage, waiting excitedly for the hugs Bada gave her every time they finished a performance.

When Bada put her hand on Bae Dal's hand and began to move her fingers on the strings, Jessica held her breath. Jessica felt nervous even though the girl always taught her to play her songs in the same position, she still couldn't get used to feeling her breath so close and her arm around her waist. After a few minutes, she managed to feel the direction of the song through the sound caused by the bass strings. It was not a strong song like the ones Bada used to compose; this seemed to be a melancholic song more of the kind that Seoyoung composed.

“Is it a sad song?” Jessica asked with her eyes fixed on her own fingers as she played the bridge of the song without Bada's help. "It gives me a feeling of anguish.”

“I haven't written the lyrics yet; I only have the instrumental” Bada answered, sliding her arm out from Jessica's waist until she left her hand on her back. "But I don't want it to be a sad song” she then added in a whisper.

“And what do you want it to be?” Jessica stopped playing the bass and turned her gaze to Bada, who was already looking at her.

“I don't know yet, but I think it's going to be a stupid love song.” Jessica laughed, and Bada thought it was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard, so she also smiled with her heart pounding hard against her chest.

A while back, Bada began to worry about the sudden path his thoughts began to take regarding Jessica. Bada had always been a physical person, with her family, especially her sisters, and when Jessica came into her life, she inevitably started to be physical with her too. The girl accepted any physical act she gave her and even sought out her touch as well. After all, they were best friends. That was the thought Bada had for a while. Until two weeks ago, when she found herself feeling little butterflies in her stomach every time Jessica gave her a kiss on the cheek or when she suddenly took her hand as they walked down the street. Bada tried to stop her thoughts and sort them out, to limit herself to hiding her reactions and try to see her coherent side, but simply nothing worked because she always found herself thinking about Jessica many times a day—about the tan color of her skin and the thick brown lips with a slight hint of pink.

“Five dollars for your thoughts.”

Suddenly Bada came out of her thoughts when Jessica's words reached her ears. She wanted to reply but didn't know how to explain to her best friend the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach nonstop, so she simply looked at Jessica straight in the eyes. The girl frowned as she noticed the sudden distressed look Bada was giving her.

“Are you okay, Bada?" She asked and directed her right hand to her best friend's cheek. “You can tell me anything you want; you know that.” She gave a soft smile to reassure Bada a little, but even then the girl didn't say anything.

Jessica stared at Bada still with a smile, waiting for her to say something, but instead she watched the girl slowly lean towards her hesitantly until their noses touched. They looked at each other for a moment until Jessica, by inertia, closed her eyes, and Bada took it as an affirmation to move closer, until their lips lightly brushed, staying like that for a few seconds. Then it was Jessica who cut the minimal distance, capturing Bada's lips shyly. Neither of them moved for long seconds; although it wasn't Bada's first kiss, it was Jessica's first, and they both knew it, so the older one didn't want to ruin Bae Dal's first experience. And Jessica didn't want to ruin things with her inexperience.

“Bada Lee you know, wher..." the door’s basement suddenly opened, causing the two girls to separate and turn around. "Sorry to interrupt” Taeyoung blurted out with wide eyes and an amused smile on her face. Seconds later, she turned to run out of Bada and Jessica's sight.

“Taeyoung come here!” Bada immediately got up and ran after her younger sister, leaving Jessica on the couch with a frantic heart.

Without a second thought, Jessica stood up, left the bass on the couch, grabbed her backpack, and then left the basement. She didn't bump into anyone on her walk through the house to the front door, and she was thankful to that; she didn't want anyone to see her flushed face or ask why she was leaving in such a hurry. She arrived at the bus station with bated breath, and it wasn't until she was on the seats with the air in her face that she was able to think things through clearly.

Bada Lee; her best friend, had kissed her. What was that supposed to mean? The question ran through her mind all day; even Pope had asked her if she was okay when he caught her staring at a point on the wall countless times. She didn't say anything though, preferring to keep the event to herself and Bada, as well as to Taeyoung, who had discovered them.

“Jessi” Pope called her with the phone in his hand. "Bada is on the line.”

A little hesitantly, she left the last chair on the table and walked to the man, wiped her hands with her apron, and then picked up the phone and placed it against her ear. At first, she said nothing, but after a few seconds, she took a long breath.

“Hey Bada.”

“Hey Dalbit” Bada called her in an excited voice. “We are about to leave the house, and my parents wanted to know if you need us to pick you up at the restaurant. The girls and I want you to be at sound check."

“Uhm” she thought about it for a few seconds thinking about denying it and making the excuse that she wasn't feeling very well. However, if Bada was acting so normal, why couldn't she do it? “Yeah sure my shift is over; I'll just change and wait for you.”

“Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes. I love you, Dal.”

The call ended after Bada's words, and with a sigh, Jessica took off her apron and then headed to the area where she kept her backpack. She walked to the bathroom to wash her face and change out of her waitress uniform into light baggy jeans and a white t-shirt. When she was ready, she slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked to the exit of the restaurant.

“See you tomorrow Pope” she said with a smile, that the man reciprocated without hesitation.

The cold air hit her body, so she immediately put on the black bomber jacket she had stolen from Bada's closet that morning. It was half past nine in the evening, and the first blizzards of winter were beginning to show. Lazily, she sat on the sidewalk, looking up at the full moon that night, as she thought about what face she would make when she saw Bada again. She didn't have much time to think, though, because thirty minutes later the Lee family car parked in front of her.

“Do you want a ride, pretty girl?” Seoyoung said to her in the back seats with her head out and an amused smile. Jessica suspected that Taeyoung had said something to her.

“Only if you're my guide” she replied with the same flirtatious tone as she sat next to Seoyoung, under Bada's teasing look at the fake flirting between her best friend and sister.

The ride to the bar was chaotic, the sisters' father had put on a tape of the girls' favorite band, and they had been singing the whole way. Bada acted as if nothing had happened that morning, and Jessica did the same. They talked as usual, sang together as they usually did; they treated each other like the best friends they were. Once they arrived at the bar, they carefully put down their instruments. As soon as they entered, they were greeted by the owner of the place, who greeted them with a huge smile and led them to the stage. Almost immediately, Seoyoung sat on the bench behind the drum set with an excited smile and bright eyes at the sight of the almost new instrument. Taeyoung sat on the stage, ready to take her time to tune her guitar. And Bada, along with Jessica, took care of connecting all the wires with the help of the sisters' parents.

“I brought my camera to take some pictures of you” Jessica murmured to Bada as she pulled out the little old camera her aunt had given her for her birthday. “I was thinking we could develop some pictures and send them to some music company, invite them to your events because I think after today a lot of people are going to start looking for you.”

Bada couldn't help but smile as she watched the excitement on Jessica's face. The girl had always been her biggest supporter and the one who supported them first and foremost, so it had been quite easy for her to see herself falling in love with her, had indeed been like a muscle memory.

“Look, Bads, a lot of people are starting to arrive!” Seoyoung reached the table where Jessica and Bada were sitting. “Tonight is going to be our night, I'm sure.”

And Seoyoung was right. The owner's daughter's birthday was attended by many, many people, and since the bar had not been closed for the event, regulars had also come. The sisters played five of their own songs that night, and when the audience asked for more, they couldn't refuse; then they also dropped a cover or two of some of the most famous bands of the moment.

Jessica had her arm linked with the girls' mother the whole night. She felt her heart beating stronger with every song Taeyoung sang, with every beat Seoyoung gave to the toms, and with every look Bada gave her while playing the bass.

And Bada on stage felt like rage ran through her body with every chord she played. She felt like the fear of the first time playing in front of so many people no longer existed, and now she could say that she was capable of anything. That's why once they got off the stage, after hugging her parents and sisters, she took Jessica's hand and slipped through the crowd that congratulated her, until she reached the bathroom of the bar.

“You were amazing Bada Lee” Jessica said, hugging her friend tightly. But Bada grabbed her arms and pulled her away from her body.

“Sorry for telling you this in a bar bathroom, but if I don't, then I'm never going to feel brave enough to say it again.” Jessica frowned in confusion. “I like you, Bae Dal, and this morning's kiss only make me realize that I love you more than just as a friend.”

Jessica smiled slightly, her eyes suddenly began to crystallize and without thinking she cupped Bada's cheeks and stood on her tiptoes to press their lips. A long time ago Bada had gotten taller but it wouldn't be an impediment to kissing her. A little surprised Bada frowned but immediately rested her hands on Jessica's neck and reciprocated the kiss. Jessica was a little clumsy but that was the least of it, Bada didn't mind any of that. After a few seconds they both needed to breathe so Jessica was the first to pull back.

“I like you too Bada Lee, I've liked you since high school.”

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Jessica closed her eyes as she remembered that special night and all the feelings that came over her with that first kiss. The fear of not being reciprocated, the excitement of Bada being the first person in her life, she had many different emotions that day, but they had all been worth it by the end of the night.

“That night was…” Jessica tried to talk, but she couldn’t find the right words.

“Jessica, are you still in love with Bada Lee?” the girl asked. Jessica looked at her with a soft smile.

“I've been in love with Bada Lee since I was fourteen, and i will love her my whole life.”

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Barbarian prince! bakugo katsuki x princess! Reader(fem)

Your parents arranged you to the brash and rude prince of the barbarians to save their own skin. warnings and stuff inside of the story: talks of virginity, talks of a virginity check (its accurate to the time period ok?) a/n should I make this a series? I think it’d be fun but idk ur rich btw so just like there’s rich stuff. Btw if I do make this a series(this is a sneak peak) it’ll be a slow burn

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AGED UP

Your mother hesitated. "I mean, I dunno…"

"We'll do it," he interrupted, cutting off your mother.

"Huh?!" Your mother turned to him, shock evident on her face.

"Perfect. Sign here," Mitsuki said smoothly, handing them a piece of paper. It was a betrothal agreement, arranging the marriage between you and her hot-tempered son, Bakugo.

"We don't have a choice," your father replied firmly, signing the paper. "This alliance is crucial for our kingdom's survival. The Empyrean empire is strong.”

Mitsuki's smile widened as she took the signed document. "Excellent. You won't regret this. Bakugo will make a fine husband, many heirs will come from this, she is a virgin right?” The blonde asks “we can get her checked for it, *name* was very sheltered growing up so we can assure you she’s a virgin.” Your father explains, leaning back in his own chair. His gaze turns to your mother, who seems distraught about marrying off her child to the barbarian prince. Someone famous for being a violent person.

Later on

Over the next few weeks, you tried everything to call off the arrangement. You attempted to run away before the virginity check, feigned illness, and concocted elaborate excuses. Nothing seemed to work. Your parents were resolute, insisting that you marry Katsuki Bakugo for the strength of their own kingdom.

Suddenly, a knock on the door snapped you out of your spiraling thoughts. A maid entered, her eyes downcast. "Your Highness? Tomorrow we will wake you early to help you begin packing for the travel to the Empyrean Kingdom," she said softly, her voice trembling as she tried to avoid any kind of trouble.