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bambisnc · 3 months ago

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kill the romeo - how zb1 would break generic cliches!

pairing : ot9 x reader! genre : crack + fluffff cw/tw : based off of the reverse tropes list in title link + littol bit rushed n uneditted D: wc : 0.8k approx

˖ ౨ kim jiwoong ৎ ⋆

[too many beds] - this guy will nawt be caught slipping. any time you get mysteriously stranded and have to spend the night at a hotel all alone with him, he will make sure to book 2 separate rooms by hook or by crook (he behaves really nicely and politely with the hotel staff and they just melt and give in to his demands >.<). it's a whole other topic that by the end of the night either you or him take the initiative to softly knock at the other's door because you "jus' can't seem to fall asleep.."

(others utc 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔)

˖ ౨ zhang hao ৎ ⋆

[really nice guy who hates only you] - an absolute model of the sweetest guy ever ™ for some reason acting like an absolute hater *only* towards you. but plot twist (because if he actually hated us i couldn't deal w that.) his prickly, irritated, downright bitchy behavior towards you is due to him not knowing how to be normal around you without putting on some kind of a facade. due to yk. him being head over heels in love w you (yes i'm delusional.) the confession would finally be yelled out in the middle of an argument over some random, irrelevant issue neither of you actually care about, thanks for asking

˖ ౨ sung hanbin ৎ ⋆

[too much communication] - i take no arguments. bro will Talk out everything and anything and we love that for him. there will be no unnecessary miscommunication drama in his household. it's like he has his green flag video game stats maxed out completely

˖ ౨ seok matthew ৎ ⋆

[fake amnesia] - going out on such a limb here but okay hear me out what if someone confessed to him. and he didn't know how to reply. so he. faked being an amnesiac. and obviously the person who confessed was worried so they like idk called you, his friend, up for help. cut to you reaching there like ???? wtf and him being like i'm sorry :) please help :). and obviously delicious shenanigans ensue afterward yum yum

˖ ౨ kim taerae ৎ ⋆

[too hot to cuddle] - super specific winter based scenario but imagine you want to initiate more physical contact w your bf but don't exactly know how to say it so you mess around with the heater, to have a convenient excuse, but instead of lowering the intensity of the heat just a tad you accidentally. max the heat settings. and also break the heat adjustor. oops. it may be literally snowing outside but it's basically an entire sauna in there. you do Not know how to fix it.

(when you eventually end up asleep though, taerae simply takes out the plug of the heater right before wrapping you up in a huge comfy embrace :P)

˖ ౨ shen quanrui ৎ ⋆

[true hate's kiss] - dipping into fantasy territory for the most royalty coded guy ever. you're cursed by some petty witch for whatever reason with the condition that only a kiss from your enemy would break it but for some reason didn't know about the condition. and in universe, you and ricky would already be rivals but when he found out about your curse as well as how it could broken (he's super smart/has connections okay just roll with it) he'd go out of his way to hide his own feelings piss you off more and more till your hatred is at an all time high. when you finally burst and strike a heated argument with ricky he ends up kissing you. (the audience cheers)

wait also imagine if after he kisses you nothing happens. the curse doesn't lift. wasn't the condition for your enemy to kiss you? so even if you were the only one who hated him it should've worked, no? ..

alternatively. the curse is lifted when he kisses you. but!! you don't know that. and him kissing you out of the blue would only lead to you being even madder at him. ong the angst potential is SOARING. do you guys get what i mean

god do i need to write a fic for this.

˖ ౨ kim gyuvin ৎ ⋆

[everyone is convinced that you aren’t actually dating] - when you end up confessing to best friend!gyuvin and learning that he, in fact, likes you back, you start dating and couldn't be happier. except that ... literally no one believes it. you could be literally making out in front of all your friends and they'd be like haha! classic gyuvy/n like ...... gyuvin obviously would never let go of the opportunity to suggest actually getting married "only to show them that you're together frfr"

˖ ౨ park gunwook ৎ ⋆

[accidentally kidnapping a mafia boss] - unrealistic coded but let me set the scene. your roommate asks you to fake-kidnap one of their friends for a surprise birthday party and you comply. but!! you didn't what the person looked like. meaning the vague description you were texted was all you had to go off of. and well. obviously that doesn't go well. you end up coaxing gunwook over to your place only for your roommate to be absolutely flabbergasted and in a terrified tone, tell you that you have the wrong person. who just so happens to be rather notoriously well known. all while he sits there like :]

˖ ౨ han yujin ৎ ⋆

[love triangle where the two love interests get together instead] - school au where both of you have a crush on the class president-! constant competition and trying to one-up the other for their attention wraps up yujin and you in such a whirlwind that neither of you can actually tell when it stopped being about wooing the pres but instead became all about subtly trying to make the other jealous so they would finally take the first step

notes : eeeeeeeeee + [m.list] song rec : all of cinema paradise actually

𐙚 . regulars : none yet! ⋆

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valar-did-me-wrong · 14 days ago

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Adar Fic Recs (1)

all ships

all genres

all Adars

🖤

Sharing all Adar fics I've liked reading till now, hoping they might catch some new eyes & love!! (ilu authors 🫶🏽)

(C - story is complete)

Forgive my children, Forgive me

by Karibookworm & HotTopicWithCrispyFinger

Adar reborn in 3rd age, helps in destruction of the one ring.. Angst, forgiveness, search for purpose!!

(I think Valar didn't do much wrong in this one :3 )

New Life in Defiance of Death C

by @eowyn7023

Adar's Funeral 💔

(👆🏽 I love these with all that is left of my heart 👇🏽)

Sinya Cuivë Anatfírië C

by 9_of_Clubs

Adar's Funeral 💔

The Enemy of my Enemy is my Dad??

by ShortForPhill

Gil galad son of plothole gets a dad, THE dad.. crack taken semi-seriously, everyone lives, Elf-Uruk peace

(Love the Adar & elves banter in this one)

Lord of the Groupchat

by Des_Evans

CRACK

The Stranger falls from the sky and makes a telepathic group chat to try and change the course of history. Shenanigans ensue.

A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Mordor: Uruk Blooper Reel C

by dairyair

CRACK

Godspeed to those 2 Uruk deserters! Glûg hates it when Adar uses Ohana against him. Don’t make me turn this Nampat around! Who sends messages via dead bodies?! Elrondriel, right in front of my salad!? Durin about to fucking throw down in the market over taxes.

Adariel ❤️‍🔥

An Uneasy Alliance

by magenpie

Adariel, Slowburn, Adar lives, Comrades in Arms.. Angst then fluffy fluff fluff

(I read this & re-read this teary eyed 🥹)

Redemption

by DragonTrek

Adariel, Adar lives, Bronwyn lives, Commrades to Lovers ... Angst, slow burn

(I'm a sucker for Adariel, as you can see xD )

Hold onto that feeling

by Daffodil76

Adar lives fix it, Galadriel vs. Sauron vs. Adar fight, Elf-Uruk peace treaty... Enemies to friends to lovers, Slowburn, ANGST, PINING

(The moment Galadriel actually looks at the Uruk & realises the utter lack of resources in which they are forced to live as outcasts.. loved it!!)

Sage Blossoms C

by Moriondor

Adar lives fix it, Resolved sexual tension, healing, forgiveness... Angst, fluff, Porn with deep Plot

(Absolutely loves the beautiful beautiful writing style of this!)

By The Lakeside C

by 9_of_Clubs

Adar lives i guess?!? Enemies to friends to something else... Skinny dipping, Banter, Unresolved Sexual Tension

(the strange elven-ness of them in this story is very interesting)

Adariel 2.0 ❤️‍🩹

(Adar = Celeborn)

Arien in splendour and Tilion in reflection

by @marybeatriceofmodena

SILMARILLION, Trauma, Abuse, love, 2 POVs (Gal & Cel).. angst with a happy ending

(Love the author's writing style SO much in this one!)

Stars Meet While Shadows Lie

by Twisted_Mirror

Adar lives, Deus ex Cirdan, the scandal of The Kiss™... ANGST IN ALL CAPS

(Obsessed with heartbroken Adar jealous of Elrond)

Under The Bittersweet Stars

by Draconienne

Adar lives, Galadriel falls for Adar separatly from Adarborn... ANGST

(Love a Porn with lots of Plot!)

Other pairings 💞

Our Lady of Perpetual Strength

by @celebrimborsapron

Adar x Estrid, romance, pregnancy, running away from Hagan, finding a place in the world.. "life of a woman"-core

(Love how Estrid is written in this story!)

So long, we'd become the Flowers C

by lachimera

Adar x OFC, disabled character, blind character, follows S2.. slow burn, ANGST ANGST ANGST

(Beautifully written and the story is so poignant, and touching!)

Sister Golden Hair

by our @baddybaddyadardaddy 🖤

Adar x Mirdania, zombie Adar post seige, Deus Ex Mirdania... slow burn, body horror, Angsttttt

(Love love love how Mirdania is explored here!)

Green Shoots and Ashen Earth

by @withallthatisleftofmyheart

Adar x Elrond (Adarond?) healing, forgiveness, yearning, miscommunication... PTSD, chronic pain, enemies to lovers

A Light in Dark Places

by @thephoenixandthecrocodile

Adar x Celebrimbor, past Saudar & Silvergifting, trauma bonding, PTSD, Sauron's exs unionize

(I love my two stubborn idiots in love your honour!)

Uruk Cultural Studies C

by dairyair

Future morden day Middle Earth College!AU, Adar x OFC human, Professor Adar... Slow burn, Angst, fluff & smut

(Great writing, Adar is still SO Adar in this modern setting!)

Shadows around Eregion

by @saffronstories

Adar x OFC (Celebrimbor's daughter), slow burn, enemies to lovers, forced marriage, forced pregnancy... Fix it, Angst with a happy ending

(Unresolved sexual tension; an integral part of Adar's interrogations :3 )

Awake, Arise or Be For Ever Fall’n C

by @baddybaddyadardaddy

Adar x OFC (elf), Cuvienen Adar, origin story, wife guy Adar, corruption of elves, Moriondor, good dad Adar.. ANGST, trauma, Uruk culture

(GOD. IT. HURTS!)

Saudade C

by 9_of_Clubs

Adar x Arondir, Fix it.. LONGING, Angst, Fluff, Bittersweet

Smut ✨

Seeing Double

by @niennawept

Adar Hazeldine × OFC × Adar Mawle

Curse of the Moriondor

by @whenimaunicorn

Adar x OFC elf, dubious consent

Dream a little dream of me (your worst nightmare)

series by @gingeragenda

Adar x Galadriel x Sauron in all its forms

(the infamous Adam, Marion & Falafel trio)

Like Ice Gives Way to Fire

by Mith_ril

Adar x Elrond

Bound

by elvendreamsfics

Adar x Galadriel X Elrond

Veins Dark as a Starless Night

by mildthemes

Adar x Galadriel

More than an alliance

by 100PercentRebelTimeLady

Adar x Galadriel

Astray, far away

by @lazyneonrabbitt

Adar x OFC (Porn with plot)

Endure for him

by @whenimaunicorn

Adar x OFC

Balance of Three

by sleepstxtic

Adar x Galadriel x Elrond

Seedling

by Athelise

Adar x OFC (pregnant human) Noncon

Calendar Girl

by @niennawept

Modern!AU Adar x OFC

Cream

by @lazyneonrabbitt

Adar x OFC pregnant

His to treasure

by @saffronstories

Adar x OMC

She Threw the Raspberries

by @eowyn7023

Adar x Galadriel dinner table smut

Smuts submitted on @baddybaddyadardaddy 's blog via Anon Asks are also perfection! 10/10 recommend!

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bosbas · 1 year ago

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Chapter 6: you had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

series masterlist previous part || next part

pairing: benedict bridgerton x best friend!fem!reader WC: 4.0k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, idiots in love being idiots in love, angst, miscommunication (ish), lots of feelings in this one, benedict actually being the biggest idiot known to man, slow burn continues to slowly burn

Summary: You and Benedict have been best friends since childhood, but things change dramatically once you come out in society. You’re struggling to find someone you’re as compatible with and who knows you as well as Benedict, all while trying to quell your ever-growing feelings for him. Shenanigans ensue.

A/N: kind of a Benedict heavy chapter oops

May 29, 1814 - The Featherington Ball two nights prior proved quite the romantic affair, prompting not one, not two, but three proposals in its aftermath. The inquisitive minds among you may inquire, 'To whom were these proposals directed?' But the more important question, dearest reader, is of the identity of the proposer. The answer is quite simple: it was Mr Nigel Berbrooke on all three occasions. And so, the members of the ton may be unsurprised to find that Mr Berbrooke was met with three swift rejections. One hopes that Mr Berbrooke will have a shift in fortune at the Smythe-Smith musicale tomorrow night.

Among other news, our esteemed diamond has fled the spotlight. Miss Y/N Beaumont has not been spotted in the ton since the night of the Featherington ball. While Mr. Alexander Beaumont, her brother, cited an awful headache as the reason for her early departure from the ball, this author wonders whether Miss Beaumont was simply through with the social scene. One could certainly not blame her if Nigel Berbrooke is the only man of the ton who has taken romantic action this season. Hopefully, the Smythe-Smith abode will provide a better stage for young love, and if not, then at least the musicale will undoubtedly prove very entertaining.

As Francesca finished her dramatic reading of the Whistledown column, she was met with resounding laughter from her siblings. Although Nigel Berbrooke's lackluster success in his romantic pursuits was amusing in itself, Lady Whistledown's sharp wit and Francesca's theatrical flare only added to the absurdity of his situation.

Even Benedict, who was in a disagreeable mood because he hadn't spoken to you since the ball, couldn't help but chuckle. Eloise, breathless from laughter, extended her heartfelt condolences to the three unfortunate ladies who had fallen victim to the decidedly disagreeable Mr. Berbrooke.

"Three proposals in two days, all met with rejection? Positively ghastly," remarked Anthony, shaking his head in amusement.

Hyacinth was quick with a playful dig at her older brother. "Bold of you to assume you would be more successful than him, brother," came her retort, met with more giggles from her sisters and a feigned gasp of offense from Anthony.

"I assure you I absolutely would, dear Hyacinth. To start, I would refrain from pursuing three women at once. But you can rest peacefully knowing that whenever I choose to propose, my future wife will say yes in an instant," he drawled, a playful arrogance underscoring his words.

"I'd certainly like to see you try," Ben spoke, a slight edge to his voice. "Proposing to someone, I mean." Anthony turned to face his brother on the couch and raised his eyebrows, unimpressed.

He retorted with an equally cutting edge to his voice, "In reality, Benedict, it seems that you are in a better position to propose than I am, don't you think?"

As the thick tension in the room became palpable, Francesca, Eloise, and Hyacinth held their breath in anxious anticipation. Though neither brother displayed outward aggression, their words carried an unmistakable undercurrent of intensity.

Benedict's breathing grew heavier, his eyes narrowing. Keeping his temper in check, he shot back sarcastically, "And what, pray tell, gives you that impression, dear brother?" Silent ripples of anger emanated from him, and the Bridgerton sisters felt a rising unease as the dispute seemed on the verge of eruption.

Sharp and deadly, Anthony's voice cut through the charged silence of the sitting room, "The fact that you already have someone to propose to, perhaps."

Anthony had barely finished speaking when Benedict rose abruptly, hands formed into tight fists at his sides. With a murderous look on his face, he ground out, "Actually, I don't believe I do."

Seeing Anthony open his mouth to respond, Ben cut in quickly, pure poison dripping from his voice, "You are mistaken, Anthony. I have absolutely no one to propose to. There is simply nothing there. Nothing that a marriage can be built on, at least. I am aware that Y/N is looking for a husband, but it will most certainly not be me."

Hyacinth let out a quiet gasp of disbelief, quickly covering her mouth. Benedict swiftly stormed out of the room, leaving his siblings in dumbfounded silence. After a brief pause, Anthony shook his head, cursing under his breath and running after Benedict.

Benedict could barely feel his legs, white-hot anger flooding through him as he made his way to his bedroom. Typically, in such intense moments, he sought solace outdoors or channeled his frustrations into his art. But he had spent too many afternoons watching your nose scrunch as you laughed on the swings with him in the garden, and the walls of his studio were entirely filled with endless incomplete sketches of you, so he found the prospect rather unbearable at the moment.

But he felt Anthony's firm hand on his shoulder before he could reach the staircase. Rolling his eyes and turning around, Ben spat a callous, "What?"

"Benedict, you are being ridiculous," came Anthony's response, in a tone of voice that was not unkind. "I cannot pretend to understand the inner workings of your friendship with Y/N, but I do know that you are inadvertently distracting her from finding a husband."

Entirely disarmed by his brother's change in tone, Benedict let out a long breath, defeated. He ran his hands through his hair, clearly frustrated by his impossible situation.

"Perhaps the kindest thing to do would be to let her go," pressed Anthony carefully, aware of the sensitivity of the topic. "I doubt she is aware of it herself, but the girl clearly has some sort of feelings for you, and you are only leading her on, so to speak."

Benedict could only nod, anxiously chewing at his lower lip. He knew his actions at the Featherington ball were not helping in your search for a husband, but it hurt just as much to stay away. Either way, Ben was desperate to speak with you. He knew he had to give you space, but it had been two days of complete silence from both of you, and he was itching to apologize properly.

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As you waited outside of the Bridgerton residence, you shifted on your feet. Usually, you were happy to walk in unannounced, the closeness between your family and the Bridgertons removing the need for formalities. But you were nervous to see Ben. You hadn't seen him in a few days, let alone spoken to him, and you really would rather not have the conversation you were about to have with him. Cass suggested sending him a letter, but you couldn't imagine him opening it alone, reading that you wanted distance from him. It was much better to do this in person, and hopefully, he would understand your situation. He would have to, as the Smythe-Smith musicale was tonight, and both of you would be in attendance.

Steeling yourself, you opened the front door and walked in, greeting the butler with a smile and a short wave, as you usually did. You practically skipped to the back door, eager to see Benedict despite dreading the difficult conversation ahead. You found him on the swings, staring off into the vast expanse of the Bridgerton garden. As you reached him, you tapped his shoulder three times and uttered a soft "Hi, Ben."

Immediately turning toward you, his face lit up in joy, and he stood up to hug you tight, spinning you around. "Well, hello! It's been far too long. How have you been?"

As you both settled into the swings, you cleared your throat uncomfortably. "I've been alright. How about you?"

"I've been alright. Anthony has been as irritating as ever, but unfortunately, there's no cure for that at the minute," he answered, earning a soft laugh from you.

But your face dropped quickly, and you found yourself anxiously chewing your lip and staring into his perceptive eyes. Wordlessly, he asked you what was wrong with a slight tilt of his head and furrow of his brow.

You cleared your throat again and spoke, "I apologize for running off the other night. I feel like I should explain myself. I've had some time to think in the past few days, and I do realize that I overreacted a bit, and for that, I am sorry."

He reached over to grab your hand, rubbing his thumb in a comforting manner. Although it pained you, and you wanted nothing more than to lean into his touch, you carefully took your hand out of his grasp and set it in your own lap. A look of hurt flashed briefly across his eyes, and you felt your throat tighten and your stomach ache. But you had to continue. You had to get it all out now while you still had momentum.

"I just-" you paused. "Um, it might... benefit me... if we took some time apart," you said. You knew Benedict was trying to hide how crestfallen he truly was, but you knew him too well to be oblivious to his pain.

You quickly jumped into your loosely prepared speech, "I don't mean away completely! And I don't mean forever, of course. I just think I could benefit from us... not acting how we usually do while I am trying to attract suitors."

He let your words hang in the air, fully processing what you were saying. "Of course, whatever you need. I'm sorry if I was distracting you from-"

"No!" you cut in. "Not at all! I think I was more distracting myself. This is not your fault in the least, Ben, and I'm sorry it's affecting you."

With a small smile, he shook his head, "It's quite alright, darling. I understand completely."

Except you really didn't think he understood. At all.

"Maybe... maybe we could refrain from dancing at future balls? And perhaps it is not the best idea for you to call me darling. Or kiss me on the forehead. And I know I get anxious sometimes, and you really do help me when you hold my hand, but maybe we could refrain from that as well? And I still want to see you loads, obviously, but maybe I won't ignore any potential suitors who come calling in the mornings in favor of coming to see you here."

Benedict was staring at you dumbly. Hearing you say, out loud, everything that needed to change, it was astounding to him how close of a friendship the two of you had. But he understood. Oh, did he understand. And he would do anything for you, even if anything involved giving up ballroom dances, because, let's be honest, who else would he dance with if not you. He realized you were staring at him expectantly, and he nodded quickly.

"Yes, yes, of course, dar-" He cringed internally. Perhaps this would be more challenging than expected. "Yes, of course, Y/N," he finished.

You smiled back gratefully, responding, "Well, that's settled then."

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Benedict's earlier confidence in his ability to refrain from touching you was proving to be completely misguided. He had been at the musicale for barely an hour before he felt himself nearly vibrating with the need to be close to you. He had watched as you talked with suitor after suitor, patiently waiting for you to come over when you had a spare moment. But the spare moment never came. You were utterly enthralled in your conversations, not even sparing him a glance. The only time you had spoken to him was a small "Hello!" in passing as you walked across the ballroom holding Lord Egerton's forearm. At least you were not ignoring him purposefully, but he was still moping dejectedly about the ballroom, unable to join in the lively banter his siblings and yours always provided.

His night had not improved much by the time the musicale was over. His mother had pleaded with him to dance with Penelope Featherington, and he had begrudgingly complied. Of course, he usually enjoyed the girl's company, but tonight, he would have preferred to sulk in a corner of the ballroom by himself. Ben had also gone to the terrace with Colin and Alex but quickly opted to go back inside and torture himself by keeping an eye on you. The whole time he observed you, he could feel an unpleasant feeling deep in his stomach that traveled up his torso until it settled uncomfortably in his chest. It was an exercise in masochism, watching you flirt and smile and even giggle with other men. But Ben knew he could do nothing about it, aside from stewing in his own despair, of course. You had explicitly asked him for a chance to properly be courted without his interference, and it would be cruel to disallow you that.

While Benedict had a relatively uneventful but painful evening, you barely had a moment to yourself. Gentleman after gentleman, followed by mama after mama, came to ask you to dance or talk to you. You smiled through it all, of course, but as the night wore on, you became more and more irritable, finding that you simply wanted to go and chat to Benedict for a few minutes, to take a break from social niceties and have a laugh or two with him, at least. But you needed to stay focused, or your talk with Ben would have been for nothing.

After hours of listening to the grueling sounds of the Smythe-Smiths playing various instruments, you rejoiced when your mother interrupted your conversation with some earl or viscount and his mother. Their names escaped you, but at this point in the night, you were proud of yourself for even giving them more than one-word answers. Politely excusing yourself from the pair, you smiled gratefully at your mother, who only laughed good-naturedly at your distress.

"I didn't see you talking to Ben much tonight. Is everything alright with the two of you?"

You looked at your mother, cringing. "That obvious, was it?"

She gave you a questioning look and smiled, answering, "Given that the two of you usually are attached at the hip at every event you attend, yes, it was quite obvious."

You rolled your eyes at her, hiding how truly upset you were that you and Ben had taken some time apart. "We were not that attached! Besides, it's only one ball where I was more focused on finding a husband than my best friend. You should be happy!"

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It had not, in fact, been only one ball. You had now gone five consecutive balls without dancing with Benedict. Opportunities to talk with you at these events were scarce, and he was lucky if he managed to secure a mere five minutes alone. Colin had noticed him looking dejected and morose at every social event, not that Ben was trying particularly hard to hide it, and asked about you. Benedict's response to his brother's concern was curt and evasive, a gruff "everything is fine."

Despite the distance, Ben found solace in your afternoons together after you had finished seeing callers. The moment you saw him, you would relax and launch into a lengthy explanation of the latest exciting information you had acquired from the vast library in the Beaumont home since none of the "so-called gentlemen" bothered to listen to you, as you put it.

He did enjoy your ramblings and appreciated the opportunity to ramble himself, launching into detailed studies of his favorite artists of the time. However, he was finding himself less able to put on a happy front when he barely talked to you for days at a time. At this point, he was not even harboring any negative feelings toward any of your suitors; he just missed you. His days felt empty and long, not having been apart from you for this long since before you could speak, probably. His family had noticed, and he was growing sick of their soft voices and careful treatment of him. He just wanted you back. He wanted to feel your head on his lap again and spend hours by your side in his art studio, painting on a canvas as you sat near him and read. Most of all, he missed the comfortable intimacy that came with your friendship, the quiet understanding that had been feeling out of sorts since you asked him for some space.

So, when you had bounded into the Bridgerton home this afternoon, carrying a new book in tow, he knew he couldn't go on the way the two of you were right now. You immediately noticed Benedict's tense mood, even more so than usual, and did not relent until he spoke to you about what was bothering him. You had a feeling you knew what he was going to say, having also felt his absence to the point of distraction, and had prepared to have a talk with Ben whenever he was ready. You would usually give in to anything he asked of you, having little to no self-control when it came to Benedict Bridgerton, but you knew you had to be strong today.

Seeing his bloodshot eyes, you placed a comforting hand on Ben's shoulder, breaking one of your rules but not finding it in you to care. He put his hand over yours, instantly feeling better than he had in over a week.

"It's just hard, isn't it? Have you felt it, too?" he looked at you, feeling a tad vulnerable.

You looked away, unable to meet his eyes for fear that you would start crying. You took a breath before answering, steeling yourself. "I have. It is proving to be quite difficult. But I need to find a husband, Ben," you said, your voice firm. "So, unless you're willing to marry me, it does have to be like this," you tried to make a lighthearted comment, but the crack in your voice gave you away too easily.

Your words left him speechless, and if he was completely candid, he could have cried right then and there. Benedict understood what you were saying. What you were implying, rather. And he shook his head, voice soft, "I can't do that, Y/N. I'm so sorry."

Of course, you had expected this answer, but it didn't make it any less difficult to know that Ben was still opposed to the idea of marrying you after having experienced the last week or so. So you nodded, finally looking at him, a sad smile gracing your lips.

"I guess that's our answer, then," you spoke.

Your words were a complete blow to his chest. He felt like he was going to be sick. Because, of course, this didn't only mean that the two of you would not be married, something Benedict already knew. This meant that your friendship could truly never be the same. The search for a husband you didn't even want was simply an insurmountable obstacle.

At least for today, he could still pretend things were normal. Your hand was still enclosed in his, and for a moment, he could forget all that had transpired and just enjoy the feel of your skin against his and the promise of an afternoon full of your entertaining and lighthearted literary commentary.

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Violet was at her wit's end. She could recognize that her son was being a complete idiot, said with affection, of course. However, Violet would not stand for you, Benedict's best friend, her own best friend's daughter, looking absolutely heartbroken night after night, talking to men who would never understand you in the way that Ben did, and who did not even want to try. She knocked on his studio door and, upon entering, let out a deep sigh at the sheer volume of sketches of your face, your hands, your eyes, and just you in general that adorned her son's art studio.

The dowager viscountess cleared her throat with an air of authority, ready to give Benedict some much-needed tough love. Once she had made herself comfortable, sitting on the couch facing Ben, Violet clasped her hands in front of her. She could tell Ben was already dreading what she was going to say.

"Benedict, my sweet. You know, when I married your father, I was over the moon to be marrying someone I was not only in love with but also someone I could call my dear friend. In my experience, friendship as the foundation of a marriage creates the best kind of partnership."

Ignoring Benedict's increasingly tense energy, she continued, "I know you have an extraordinary friendship with Y/N. Everyone knows, actually. One can very clearly see that the two of you care for one another, and a friendship as special as that is not easy to come by."

Seeing her son open his mouth to interject, Violet silenced him with a stern look, not in the mood to be interrupted. "I fear that if you do not take advantage of this wonderful gift you have been given, your best friend will end up married to another man, and your friendship will be lucky to survive."

Benedict had had quite enough already. Anthony, then you, his mother, and even Hyacinth and Colin were all telling him the same thing, clearly not understanding that he simply did. Not. Want. To. Marry. You.

He was through feeling wounded; his hurt had transformed into full-blown anger. Being mindful to keep his voice in check, he spoke with as loud of a voice as was appropriate, desperate for anyone to actually listen to what he was saying.

"Mother, I appreciate your concern. But as I have told Anthony, Y/N, Hyacinth, and Colin, I do not wish to marry Y/N. I did not want to marry her two months ago, before her debut, and I do not want to marry her now. I am sick of everyone telling me what I want or what they think I should do. I know that I do not want her, and that will be the end of the discussion, thank you very much."

Benedict barely processed his mother's sympathetic look in response to his declaration, ignoring the hand he felt on his shoulder. Disappointed and a bit sad for your future, Violet walked out of his studio, knowing Ben wouldn't continue the conversation further.

Of course, what Benedict had told his mother was a lie. A lie so often repeated in his head he had been inclined to believe it for the better part of the last decade of your friendship. But deep down, Benedict knew it wasn't the truth.

The truth was that marriage was your worst nightmare. He was all too familiar with your grievances toward the institution, having heard you talk about your distaste for having to find a husband since childhood. Ben had spent years by your side, listening to you express your aversion to marriage over and over again. You were convinced you would be miserable after being wed, endlessly searching for something more: a freedom you thought you could never achieve once you were married.

And so, he could not marry you. It was selfish, to be sure, but he did not want your distaste and displeasure with marriage directed at him. He would give you anything else, but not this. In Benedict's opinion, if he married you, you would grow to dislike him, feeling trapped within the confines of your relationship.

Throughout your shared childhood, Ben watched you grow into an incredibly smart woman, and your growth inevitably brought about a growing hostility toward your future as a wife. He was intimately familiar with the fear that brought about this hostility, and he couldn't bring himself to be the person who made these fears come true.

Benedict knew that the two of you could learn to love each other if you were married. This was, of course, assuming that he wasn't already in love with you, which he could not bear to think about properly. He just didn't think he could survive it. Having a front-row seat to the unhappiness you would feel after being married and watching you fall out of love with him because of it. He simply couldn't be the cause of that. He cared about you too much to take that risk. So he chose to stay away instead, even if it meant the end of years of close friendship and love and intimacy.

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heechwe · 2 months ago

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 〰 𝘦𝘯𝘩𝘺𝘱𝘦𝘯

⌞ please read my guidelines before requesting anything .ᐟ ⌝

key: 🤍 - fluff, 💟 - smut, 💙 - angst, 💌 - smau,⭐️- lexi’s favorites, tags

⸝⸝ˎˊ˗ 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠

cafe au lait 💌🤍 | establishedrelationship!au, the guys being Dudes | when a bad day can be solved with a coffee from the love of your life, you know you have it good.

lips of an angel 💙 | exes!au, established (previous) relationship | He's not supposed to be calling you in the middle of the night after months of silence. And yet you fall back into the same feelings like nothing has changed.

the boy is mine 💟 | secret relationship au, semi-fwb, idol!reader, idol!heeseung, semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), pet names (baby, love, etc.), unprotected sex | A company costume party is not the perfect place for your relationship with Heeseung to be exposed. So, like rational people, you both decide to have a rendezvous in a closet when jealousy rears its ugly head, if only to prove to each other who you belong to.

night changes 💟🤍 | roomates to lovers au, pet names (love, baby, etc.), dirty talk, size kink, face sitting, 69, unprotected sex, creampie | Maybe a citywide power outage is what you need to finally confess your feelings. Well, that and a risque card game.

drabble series: ii (🤍). v (💟).

𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔦 💟 | "Does he fuck you like this?" + one muse holds the other down during rough sex + in a semi-public place

𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔦𝔦 💟⭐️ | "Did i say you could stop?" + one muse gives the other oral + against a wall

⸝⸝ˎˊ˗ 𝐬𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧 (𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞)

fire meet gasoline 💟 | college au, popular!jakeau, simp!jake, frat au, oral (f receiving), fingering, penetration | jake sim, the head of theta tau's fraternity, was definitely not someone you’d take interest in at first glance. but the way he looks at you, defies your thoughts, and makes you think he may be worth the attention.

dancing with our hands tied 💟⭐️ | brothersbsf!jake, minor age difference, college au, friends with benefits, secret relationship, light choking, semi-public sex, oral (f + m receiving), fingering, penetration, unprotected sex (please practice safe sex folks) | What began as a simple friends-with-benefits situation with your brother's best friend has turned into something deeper, and you now find that your emotions are more complicated than you initially thought.

but daddy i love him 💟🤍 | badboy!au, innocent!reader, opposites attract, sexual tension, corruption kink, dirty talk, fingering, oral (m + f receiving), 69, pet names (baby, angel, etc.), face sitting, protected sex | Just because there's a new and seemingly bad influence in your small town, it doesn't mean you have to fall privy to his charms, no matter how beautiful he is. But when he takes notice of you, none of the gossiping wine moms can stop him from getting what he wants.

canine intuition 🤍 | established relationship, marriage!au, expecting!reader | Sometimes your dog knows what's going on before you do. And shenanigans ensue when she uses her knowledge to protect you, whether you want her to or not.

drabble series: i (🤍).

𝔰𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔟𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔦 💟 | "I’m going to fuck you until your legs shake" + one muse makes the other have multiple orgasms + in a bed

⸝⸝ˎˊ˗ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 (𝐣𝐚𝐲)

midnight faith 💟🤍 | werewolf!jay, established relationship, pet names (darling, sweetheart, etc.), biting, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, knotting, creampie, cock stuffing, breeding kink | You know his history and where he comes from, both being huge factors that affect your current relationship, but all you care about is your future together.

the start of time 💙🤍💟 | friends to strangers to lovers, childhood friends, miscommunication, pet names (baby, love, etc.), unprotected sex | You've lost your creative spark for the first time since moving away from Jeju Island, leaving behind your best friend in the process without an explanation. But when a work assignment sends you back to your hometown, truths come to light and perhaps lost love can come back with a little time and effort.

⸝⸝ˎˊ˗ 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

three men & a crib 🤍 | established relationship, soontobedad!sunghoon, married!au, pregnant!reader | Sunghoon is wasting time not building the furniture in the nursery, mainly the terrifyingly intricate crib his pregnant wife ordered. What else can he do besides call Jake and Jay to help him?

lost in wonderland 💟💙🤍⭐️ | mentions of drug use, fake dating au, rockstar!sunghoon, popstar!reader, enemies to lovers au, jerk to down bad sunghoon, pet names (baby, doll, love, etc.), dirty talk, nipple play, oral (f receiving), belly bulging, spanking, unprotected sex, creampie | Park Sunghoon, one half of popular rock band Into Eden, is on thin ice with his management and the general public. What does his manager Jay decide to do? Set him up with the leader of rising pop girl group PrismHeart. And while it starts as two stubborn people living in a lie, growing feelings cannot hold anything but the truth.

drabble series: iii (🤍).

⸝⸝ˎˊ˗ 𝐤𝐢𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐨𝐨

𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇

⸝⸝ˎˊ˗ 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐧

drabble series: iv (🤍).

⸝⸝ˎˊ˗ 𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐢

𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇

⸝⸝ˎˊ˗ 𝒉𝒚𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆

versace on the floor 💌 | Your boyfriend's reaction to your lingerie is exactly what you expected. Maybe they were right when they said pictures were worth a thousand words.

. ݁₊ ✶. ݁ 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

basketball (heechwe's version) 💟🤍💙 | enha!hyung line, high school au, basketball au | a series centered around love and basketball, both incredibly intertwined into one game.

dream daddy (enha!hyung line) 🤍 | singledad!enhypen | teaser. ch. 1 - heeseung. ch. 2 - jake. ch. 3 - jay. ch. 4 - sunghoon

all in the craft (enha!ot7) 🤍 | basically enhypen with grandma hobbies | teaser. ch. 1 - heeseung. ch. 2 - jake. ch. 3 - jay. ch. 4 - sunghoon. ch. 5 - sunoo. ch. 6 - jungwon. ch. 7 - riki.

#enhypen x reader #enhypen #enhypen fics #enhypen fic #enha x reader #enha fics #enha fic #[ lexi's works - masterlists ]#[ lexi's works ]

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fangirlingpuggle · 3 months ago

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Gaslitfalls falls side au idea

When messing with the time tape it breaks early and so ends up with them stuck in the past but a month after Ford's first time seeing them.

They are in town at a park, dipper is reading one of the journals trying to figure out how to fix the tape, then Ford noticed them and mentally freaks out.

And Ford immediately try to protect them from everything. Both Mabel and dipper are really confused.

That'd be hilarious.

Just Ford seeing the twins and internally screaming trying to figure out what is going on, he overhears them talking about time travel and is like 'Oh no they must have powers as strong as Bill's, they can't control them yet...have to keep them safe and make sure Bill doesn't see them not letting him near these kids...I will file for sole custody'

Mabel and Dipper keep thinking they see Grunkle Stan, it's confusing...even more confusing when they try and ask about people who may be able to help them 'fix' something they're told about a scientist on the outskirts of town named...Stanford pines... they are super confused.

Ford overhears them saying they're looking for him...cue more paranoia worry spiral.

Lots of miscommunication and shenanigans ensue.

Bill is just watching '...what the fuck?'

#gravity falls #gf #au #fic prompt #gaslit falls #humor #ford pines #stanford pines #bill cipher #bill x ford #bill x stanford #dipper pines #mabel pines

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fandomofone · 10 days ago

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DMs and fanfic and identity reveals, OH MY!

I'm so excited to finally share a new fic I've been working on with @kuromori4 for @mlbigbang2024 !!

On Good Author-ity is a collab (about a collab!) that features loads of flirty late-night DMs, two unwitting partnerships and three separate reveals. Join Adrien & Marinette as miscommunication abounds and (identity) shenanigans ensue- and they get to know one another far more intimately than they ever expected.

Rating: M (Mature)

Check out the summary and Adrien's teaser below! (And be sure to visit @kuromori4 's profile for Marinette's!)

See you in January! 😉

Summary:

When the Ladyblog debuts a new fanfiction feature, Marinette wants nothing to do with it… until an unlikely recommendation piques her curiosity. She discovers— much to her dismay— that fans are writing salacious, and frankly, quite shocking things about Ladybug and Chat Noir! Scandalized, she’s ready to write fanfiction off for good, until she receives a link to a fic that’s too tempting to resist— leading her to #1LadyFan, a surprisingly good author that writes convincing romance, and seems to have an alarming amount of insight on the duo’s dynamic that isn’t public knowledge. Flustered, irritated, and admittedly a little intrigued, Marinette creates the username PolkaDotPrincess and contacts the author to offer constructive criticism on what she considers to be glaring inaccuracies.

Meanwhile, Adrien is thrilled to learn that his Ladynoir fanfiction is gaining popularity, and over the moon when a reader reaches out. After weeks of increasingly flirty late-night conversations with his mysterious online friend, Adrien notices that she seems to know an awful lot about Ladybug and Chat Noir. Eager to learn more about her, he puts her critique to the test and challenges her to join him in a collaborative effort to write a more ‘realistic’ romance featuring Paris’ favorite superheroes.

Snippet:

Adrien sat down in his seat, ignoring Alya and Nino’s cutesy love play in favor of his coffee, when he heard the group of girls behind him exclaim, “Ooooooh!” in unison. Turning around, he caught Rose’s eye as she wailed, “He’s soooo romantic!” Amused, he hitched a thumb over his shoulder and asked Alya, “What are they looking at?” “New Ladynoir fic just dropped late last night. I’ve already read it twice myself. It is capital H- Hot.” Her voice, and her eyebrows, climbed suggestively on the last word as she punctuated her statement with a sharp nod. “Different from the rest too.” “What do you mean?” Adrien asked casually, not conceited enough to actually believe that she might be talking about his story. Still, the wayward thought crept into his head- he had posted his story in the wee hours. “Hot, Agreste. Steamy. Smoking. Sex-y.” She enunciated both syllables as if Adrien was a small child. “Surely you know what that means.” Alya arched one eyebrow, pinning him with a knowing look. His cheeks pinked up at both the words and her mockery; he couldn't help it. “I know what sexy is, thank you very much,” he muttered. “Do you think I live under a rock?” Alya’s eyebrows climbed, and she and Nino exchanged an amused look between them. “Don't answer that,” he grumbled, annoyed that it was even slightly true. “I meant, what do you mean by ‘different from the rest’?” “I meant that I hope Ladybug doesn't know who #1Ladyfan is, or she's probably gonna be knocking their door down when she gets her hands on it.” Adrien coughed, choking on air as he sat up straighter at the mention of his pen name. She was talking about his fic! And she thought it was sexy!! And the other girls in the class were into it too!!! He was glad his cheeks were still slightly pink from earlier because he could feel them heating up again. He smiled to himself as he turned back around to face the front, his day already looking up.

All the thanks to my co-author, @kuromori4, for taking on this insane project with me, and the artists joining us on this crazy journey, @ayekasong and @eclipsesmoonshine14 . Big thanks also to the entire @mlbigbang2024 discord server- y'all have been super helpful every step along the way, and been even more fun to hang out with!!

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airu27-rkgk · 5 months ago

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Collab with @kavvueh for Haikaveh Reverse Bang ✨

To Form Connections

The path I take eventually leads back to you. In which Kaveh semi-accidentally joins the Fatui while searching for the Eternal Oasis; Alhaitham decides to help his roommate’s research by teaming up with Jeht’s Eremite band. Neither deigns to tell the other what they’re up to. Miscommunication, bickering, and shenanigans ensue.

Read the fic here!

#haikaveh #2024hkvhrevbang #my art #alhaitham #kaveh

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gaypalz · 1 month ago

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Agatha x Rio Fake dating Christmas AU with a sprinkle of miscommunication, angst, and pinning

Summary:

When Agatha’s mother needles her once again about her lack of love life, she snaps, telling her that in fact, she is bringing her fiancée. … except she’s completely single. Rio volunteers to be her girlfriend (suspiciously eager) and Agatha can’t decline her roommate's proposition (it’s not like Agatha’s about to tell Rio that she’s been in love with her for years) and shenanigans ensue.

Basically Happiest Season meets But I'm a cheerleader meets the fake dating trope ig lol

#agatha all along #agatha x rio #agathario fanfic #agatha all along fanfic #my fanfic #agatha harkness #rio vidal

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pandoa · 2 years ago

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a twisted christmas

the first years surprise a homesick prefect with a recreation of their favorite holiday from their world. well, try to, at least. chaos ensues with the first years at ramshackle, but it’s the thought that truly counts, correct?

feat. ace trappola, deuce spade, jack howl, epel felmier, sebek zigvolt, and grim twst first years x platonic!gender neutral reader

a christmas special for you all! just first year shenanigans for this one! and very slight cursing lol merry christmas, my loves, and happy holidays <3

“Speed it up, will ya’? They’re literally almost here!”

“Oh, I’d love ta’, Captain Obvious, but I’m currently trying ta’ haul a FREAKING TREE INTO THIS DOOR—”

Amongst the chattering walls of NRC’s beloved Ramshackle dorm, shuffling and bustling sounds of a certain group of first years was heard throughout the campus’s premises. It was quite a busy day for them all, and no student was left without a task at hand. Trees were in need of decorating, cakes were in need of icing, presents were in need of wrapping—even the dorm itself required a great amount of assistance as the first years’ had only increased their workload as more chaos erupted within the antique walls of the prefect’s dorm. The young men had no ill intent, however, numerous miscommunications among them all had accumulated into the incessant shouting and bickering of the first years as the concept of teamwork within the five of them had only become a distant dream as more damages to the dorm room had been made.

“Get Sebek to help you then!” Ace’s already peeved voice pointed towards his rather petite classmate, Epel Felmier, as he watched the boy yank at a small—but still larger than him—apple tree into the dark doorway of the room’s main entrance. Where Epel managed to find a whole tree on such short notice, Ace would never know. It’s better not to question these kinds of things, you know? The playful red-head had assigned Epel this task, and to be fair, as long as they had some sort of tree in the room, Ace really couldn’t care less. Whatever gets the job done, he thought.

“He’s too busy trying to pipe icing onto the cake in the kitchen,” Epel replied as a matter-of-factly, referring to the Diasomnia student who was currently battling with confections to neatly spread the airy frosting onto a cake.

A booming voice that could send rumbles throughout the whole school was then heard from the dorm’s kitchen area, “I CAN DO THIS ON MY OWN, HUMAN—”

“See?”

“Argh.. uh, okay,” Ace sighed in defeat, “Get Jack to help once he’s done adding decorations to the stairway.”

“Gotcha.”

Shaking off his slight worry, Ace then made his way to the dark-haired Heartslabyul resident who was supposedly hanging strings of lights throughout the dorm to illuminate the rooms in an incandescent glow. Although, what he saw when he approached the clueless man left Ace struggling for air as his laughter took all of his capability to breathe at that moment. Sevens, he would surely take this opportunity to embarrass Deuce in the future.

“Deuce,” Ace began as he suppressed a robust giggle at his friend’s odd predicament, “What are you doing tangled up in the lights—?” The young boy couldn’t bring himself to hold it in anymore; this moment was just too perfect. Wires and miniature bulbs alike were draped over Deuce’s figure in an entangled mess, leaving the blue-haired boy to be entirely constrained by the rope-like lights. It seemed like they were decorating him instead of the prefect’s dorm.

“I was trying to…hang them up.”

“Hang them up on the walls or hang them up on yourself?” Ace teasingly smirked.

“Oh yeah?” Deuce retorted, questioning the efforts Ace had made in comparison to the amount of work the others had already done compared to him, “Well, what have you been doing to help out around here, Ace?”

“I got dressed,” the playful red-head smiled as he pointed towards the crimson, velvet suit he had put on earlier that day, feigning innocence. With all of the stories you had told them all about the traditions in your world, Ace and the rest of the first years had wasted no time in nonchalantly gaining information on this strange, but admittedly fun, holiday. And out of the information Ace had learned included a magical visit from an odd man wearing a red suit—a suit he attempted in recreating to “make the prefect’s dreams come true” because seriously. There was no way Ace would be stuck with the harder labor within the first years' plans. So, he decided to dress as this mysterious “jolly” man as a contribution to (Y/n)’s good spirits. Oh, and he also got to make all of his friends wear stupid outfits to match his too. It was a win-win.

“Here, when you’re out of there, put this on,” Ace tossed peculiar pieces of red and green clothes in Deuce’s way as Deuce struggled to catch it, seemingly forgetting he had been tied up by incredible knots of string lights. The fabric then dropped to the ground with a resounding thud on the creaking floors of the room as the blue-haired young man pointed an unknowing stare towards it.

Looking up to his friend in confusion, Deuce curiously asked, “What is it?”

“It’s an elf costume.”

“HUH?!” Deuce deadpanned at the cheap-looking outfit set before him, “Why an elf costume of all things?”

“Because Sebek and Jack are already wearing reindeer outfits, I am wearing this jolly old man suit, and you are wearing this elf costume. Why?” Ace asked as he continued to poke fun at the dark-haired boy in front of him, “Scared of a little outfit, Deuce?”

“What are you even talking about, Ace, of course not—”

“Good!” the red-head then hastily replied, “Because Epel’s gonna join you in wearing these super cool elf outfits too—”

“I’M WHAT???” a shrill holler coming from the dorm’s main lounge then pierced the ears of the Adeuce duo as familiar lavender locks approached the two of them in an instant. Fury radiated from the petite stature, his cheeks a slight tint of red from anger, his irritation rivaling the blazing fire of the fireplace a couple steps away from him, all while the boy’s very composure dissipated as a thick accent began to peek out of the first year’s once elegant voice. “Ah’ am nuh’ puttin’ that on—” Epel said as he gave the odd outfit a putrid glare.

“Yes, you are~” Ace began to say with mischievous intent, “C’mon~, you’ll look so ador—”

“DON’T even say it.”

“Adora—”

“Ace.”

“Adorable,” the ginger-haired boy said with incredible speed to avoid the inevitable objections of his Pomefiore friend and practically ran to make his way out of the dorm’s lounge, on his way to where their beastman companion had been. Almost out of breath, Ace jogged up to the wolf-like man who was, at the moment, entwining royal green branches around the dorm’s stairwells and extensive hallways.

“Wow,” Ace began catching his breath, gawking at the work that was surprisingly done well, “you actually did a really good job at this, Jack.”

“Well, for one, I don’t slack off and push the work onto other people, Ace,” Jack replied with a hint of bitterness towards the Heartslabyul first year, “And also, I actually work hard in the tasks people give me.”

The red-head in question then feigned sadness as he clutched the area on his chest where his heart would be, “Ouch, you wound me, Jack.”

“CHOP CHOP, SLOWPOKES! (Y/N)’S COMING—”

Suddenly, a familiar raspy holler that could only belong to none other than Grim interrupted Ace’s conversation with Jack as the feline shouted across Ramshackle, bringing all five of the first years to a tremendous panic as they scrambled throughout the creaking rooms of the dorm. Last minute decorations were added to the dancing fireplace, wrapping paper was messily flung above the first years’ heads, final touches to the cake were made, tinsel was thrown onto their tree like confetti, and the last of the lights had been hung over the lounge’s fireplace. The jittery group of friends had been skipping all over the place, with their bickering a constant throughout the time.

“What?! Grim, I thought we told you to keep them outta here—”

“I tried!” the exasperated cat whined at Ace, “but they were getting too suspicious of me when I kept on stoppin’ them from going to Ramshackle!” The group of first years then sighed at this; they would have to make do with what they had prepared now.

“Epel, come back here!” Deuce yelled from the top of the dorm’s stairs, “You still have to put this hat on!”

“I put on the outfit, but I am NOT wearing that hat—!”

“But—”

“No!”

Ace, although very amused, gaped at the havoc before him. Deuce had been running after a feral Epel, Grim had found his way towards the shining presents under the tree—aggressively rattling each one to guess what had been inside—, and Sebek had been seen still struggling to ice small little swirls onto the cake. Jack was probably somewhere away from all of the disorder, but still. This whole ordeal was absolutely uncontrollable.

“I MUST REQUIRE SOME ASSISTANCE—” Sebek shouted as he approached where Ace, Deuce, and Epel had been, with his hands, head, hair, and clothes covered in multitudes of colorful frosting, “I BELIEVE THE PIPING BAG WAS FAR TOO WEAK TO FUNCTION PROPERLY.”

Epel stopped in his tracks as he deadpanned at the Diasomnia boy, “No, I think you just squeezed the bag too hard and it exploded on you while icing the cake.”

“Same prospect!!”

The yelling then continued as they all attempted to neatly mend the mess they all had made. Epel, who had dejectedly taken the hat Deuce had been pushing him to wear, tried to help Sebek in cleaning up the disaster he caused in the kitchen, Deuce pried Grim away from the ornaments of the tree, Jack was seen picking up stray tree branches off of the ground, as Ace also tried to help everyone out with—

“Uh, guys?” a wary figure who was heard walking up to Ramshackle’s doorway spoke with confusion as they processed what had been taking place at their dorm, “What’s going on—?”

“Merry Christmas!”

“Happy Christmas!”

“An above average holiday to you, human!!”

“Merry Christmas, (Y/n).”

“Merry… Thanksgiving…?”

“Yada yada, merry Christmas, henchman!”

Various voices of your friends said in unison as they all halted in their steps and stopped to greet you in your arrival back home. You peered at the festive—although quite messy—sight before you, “Wha..what is all of this?”

Epel shot you a bright smile as you continued to venture throughout the room, “We’re celebrating Christmas! Just like in your world!”

You felt your heart soften at your friends’ gestures. So this is why Grim had insisted on taking a walk around NRC instead of going home to eat the tuna they had bought earlier that day. They were all trying to surprise me, you warmly thought.

“Wait,” an odd tree adorned with figures, ornaments, sparkles, and presents had caught your eye, “Is that an apple tree?” Jack trailed his own eyes to where you had been staring at, “Oh yeah, we couldn’t find an actual evergreen tree like the ones you told about in the stories of your world, so we just asked Epel’s grandparents if we could use a tree of theirs that hasn’t really grown yet.”

“Smart,” you replied at their improvising solutions. You never hear of anyone using an apple tree as a Christmas tree, but there was a first time for everything.

At least it’s not a shabby Charlie Brown Christmas tree, you giggled in your mind.

“Yeah!” Deuce interjected your thoughts as the bells on his elf hat had jingled with each movement he made, “And I put up all of the lights, Sebek was in charge of all of the food, and Ace made us wear these surprisingly comfortable costumes—”

“Hold up,” you hastily interrupted the dark-haired boy, “Do you guys smell that?”

Ace looked up to smell the strange scent filling the dorm’s atmosphere, “It smells like smoke.”

“And fire,” Jack scrunched up his sensitive nose in retaliation, “Who was in charge of baking the cookies, again?”

“Sebek.”

“...”

All stares were pointed towards the green-haired boy in question as he felt everyone’s worrisome glances send slight chills to his skin, “What? I prepared the pastries just like how Master Lilia would.”

“How long did you put the cookies in the oven for, Sebek?” Grim tiredly asked.

“About five hours.”

“FIRE! THERE’S FIRE IN THE KITCHEN!” a shrill scream belonging to the ghosts of Ramshackle pierced the ears of all seven of the NRC first years as they all stood in shock at Sebek’s culinary skills.

“HURRY! GET (Y/N)!”

“Oh shit—”

a/n: aww sebek baked the cookies just like how lilia likes them~ burnt, toasty, and with little flames disintegrating decorating them <3

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