#not all *instances* of kisses but all *constellations*
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â SISTERâS KEEPER
pairings: luke castellan x poseidons!daughter!reader, percy jackson x sister!reader
summary: the three instances where percy almost found out about you and luke, and the one where he did.
warnings: none! fluff, persassy is not a happy camper (literally), secret relationship, arguments, interrupted makeouts
a/n: i decided to not make them actually related so that itâs more inclusive - percy and you are the only kids of poseidon. this is going to be a four parter baby - one for each instance :) I KNOW ITS SHORT BUT ITS MORE OF A FILLER OKAY
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part i, part ii, part iii, part iv â finale out now!!
as wise as you believed yourself and luke to be there were times where you questioned your sanity.
you considered yourself to be level-headed, rational. always looking for the responsible route of a situation, argument and everything in between. it was one of the things about your and percyâs relationship that you found hilarious. your brother tended to act before thinking, which you chastised him for all the time.
but all rationality in your head was thrown out the day you laid eyes on luke castellan.
with gorgeous dark curls and beautiful eyes, he stole your breath away. but you couldnât exactly talk about crushes with percy, especially since he saw luke as a friend. but luckily for you, luke felt the same way.
i. formation
you and luke tended to stargaze together when you could. naming constellations and planets if visible. it was a moment away from the craziness of camp that the two of you adored. you loved the sky, even if you were poseidonâs daughter. luke didnât mind stargazing but if youâd actually paid attention then you wouldâve noticed that he rarely looked at the stars, the most beautiful thing was right infront of him.
âbut theyâre always kept seperate, did you know that?â you turned to luke to find him already looking at you, a nervous smile came across your face, âwhat is it?â lukeâs hands made their way to yours, a tight squeeze. âyou look pretty tonight.â you leaned on your elbows, âdonât i always?â luke smiled, âyeah, you always do.â
âso do you, luke. i really do like you.â his eyes seemed mischievous, âi like you too.â he leaned over, a wavering hand placed under your chin, tilting you to him as he surged forwards.
the stars seemed to shine brighter that night, as the two of you lay together, hands intertwined. kisses and hugs to keep you warm. for the rest of the night you felt on top of the world, with luke by your side. you were happy again, but all you could think about was percy.
gods it was going to be hard to explain this to him.
#luke castellan x fem!reader#luke castellan x you#luke castellan x reader#pjo x reader#pjo series#percy jackson x fem!reader#percy jackson fic#percy jackson and the olympians#percy jackson x reader
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â ⌠Ë・â THIS SUMMER NIGHT WE FIND SCATTERED DREAMS, I ONCE AGAIN RUN IN THE STARLIGHT ft. dazai, chuuya, fyodor, sigma.
â what itâs like to stargaze with them. (& more)
a/n. sadly, i have yet to see the aurora borealis and in general, seldom get to see the stars. (light pollution my no.1 enemy !!) but a girl can dream :) (& distract herself from the latest bsd chapters..)
info. fem!reader. fluff. soft everyone lol. some of them are nerds & ramble abt stars. :) + a little poetic. mentions of greek mythology. kissing. buildup to actual topic. profanities in chuuyaâs & he may or may not use sskk to help. bsd manga/ability spoilers in fyodorâs.
DAZAI : so in this instance, iâd be perseus, and youâd be andromeda. â he listens to everything you have to say.
Your palm in his, the brunetteâs pretty fingers wrapped around yours. He softly massaged your hand as you began telling him, your starstruck lover a story under the show of constellations. It had formed into a little routine since the first time you stargazed with him as a date.
âThere was this princess,â you started. âPrincess Andromeda. She was a very beautiful woma-â
âYouâre more beautiful, though,â Dazai interrupted. You didnât even get in two complete sentences without his commentary. You sat a bit awestruck while he delivered a kiss to your hand.
âContinue, bella,â big brown eyes teased you.
You hastily recovered. ââŚShe was beautiful. And her motherâQueen Cassiopeiaâwho was very prideful, decided to brag to Poseidon, the Greek god of the seas, that she was prettier than his daughters.â
âI mean, thatâs understandable. I brag about you all the time! Why shouldnât the pretty girl be shown off?â
âShut up,â you chuckled, reminiscing over the times the detective had shown you off. Whenever you decided to visit the Armed Detective Agencyâs office with Dazai, Kunikida would never hear the end of it. When you two went out to eat, he would flatter your name away. âThis gorgeous girl would like to orderâŚâ âMay I please get a table for the angelic lady and I?â
He never failed to fluster you.
âAnyway, Poseidon got angry and decided to send a sea monster to destroy their kingdom. The only way the monster could be pacified was if it could devour Andromeda.â
âA damsel in distress,â Dazai nodded and then dramatically pretended like he was the helpless princess on the ocean. He completely pulled over the blanket the two of you were sharing, using it as a capeââSomeone save me! Iâm going to be eaten by a sea monster!â
ââSamu! Iâm cold!â
âAh, sorry. Perhaps you are the princess, and you need saving from this icy night!â He rewrapped the blanket over your shoulder.
âStop interrupting me; Iâm trying to tell you something!â It was nowhere near icy, but your lover proved his dramaticism even further when a tuft of brown hair grazed your shoulder. He had rested his head on you.
âOka-ayâsorry, continue!â
âMeanwhile, PerseusâI told you last time, the man who killed Medusaâfound Andromeda while flying over with his horse, Pegasus. He immediately fell in love with her, so he slayed the sea monster and rescued her from the rock she was chained to.â
âWhat a hero,â Dazai said. âSo they lived happily ever after?â
âNot yet. Perseus asked Andromedaâs father for permission to marry her but discovered she was already set to marry someone else. And the man she was engaged to got angry that Perseus wanted to marry her.â
âOf course,â he sighed, which puzzled you a bit, but youâd return to his comment later. âIâm rooting for Perseus, though.â
âWell, good for you because the two fought, and Perseus won by showing the other guy Medusaâs head.â
Dazai chuckled. âNice move! He turned his enemy into his trophy. Imagine if we did that to all our enemies!â
âI think then weâd have a whole army of statues,â you laughed. âBut now, he and Andromeda married, and they were able to live happily ever after.
âThe gods placed them in the sky so their story would be remembered eternally.â Finished with your recount, you gazed up at the stars.
âThe North Star,â you pointed, and when you saw the brunetteâs bronze eyes squint, trying to see what you were talking about, you moved closer until you were halfway on his lap.
You took his palm in yours and guided it to a single star.
âThat one. All the charactersâ constellations I mentioned in the story revolve around that star. Perseus with his sword, Andromeda flying on Pegasus...â
âHuh? Thatâs the North Star? Isnât it supposed to be the brightest in the sky or something?â It didnât stand out from the rest as much as he thought.
You giggled. âThatâs a myth, âsamu. Itâs funny you didnât know that.â
He shrugged. âI never really had time to appreciate and learn about something so peaceful like nature until now.â He turned to you.
âUntil you.â
You werenât sure how, but it was almost as if the moonlight had carved out his pretty face. Ethereal, you had called the moon, and it reflected in your loverâs features. His eyes took in the charm of the millions of lights in the night and synthesized the feeling to bring it back to you.
âIf I were one of the gods, I wouldâve created a whole galaxy reflecting your soul.â
In the midst of terror and chaos, the detectiveâs eyes revolved around humans and their violence rather than around the sun and the planets. Eyes and soulâhow else could he focus on anything else when thatâs all life showed him?
âBecause I see the constellations in youâAndromeda, Pegasus, Carina, OrionâŚâ it had been a few months, and throughout you had shown and told him all the stories behind the stars in the sky.
âAnd now I can stop to smell the flowers, love. I can watch the Ursa Minor, even if I still find it hard to sleep.â You were the bridge to his bronze gaze and iron marrowâyou showed him that you were human, but that a heart could really exist without violence or malice.
I see a reason why the nebulas are placed as they are, even if stories are just stories. I see a reason Iâm here. With you.
He sealed the thought with a kiss to your lips, under the celestial moon and the heavens�� watch.
You always wondered why Dazai paid such close attention whenever you started ramblingâinitially, you didnât think heâd care that much about tales of space. But you understood him a bit better now, his complex heart. You held onto him a bit tighter to him as you kissed him back.
âŚ
âOh yeah. What did you mean when you said âof course,â when I started talking about Perseus having to fight over another guy for Andromeda?â
And Dazai was his lighthearted self once again.
âWeâre definitely Andromeda and Perseus in another universe,â Dazai winked. âYouâve always deserved to be treated like a princess! I would totally save you from a sea monster. And Iâd be an equestrian if I could tooâeven better, a flying one!â
âSureâŚâ
âCâmon, bella, you see me at those horse-racing events all the time! Anyway, most important of all, I had to fight for you. Such a tough world when every other man is also at your feet.â He crossed his arms. âHaving Medusaâs head wouldâve made things so much easier! I really wouldâve had a whole army of stone statues if I did.â
âNo, you really didnât need it at all,â you replied, laughing at Dazai, who was now pouting.
âOsamu the demigod: slayer of monsters or not, I only have eyes for you.â You kissed him on the cheek.
âUnlike Andromeda, I wouldnât let two men fight over me and marry the one who wins.
âI would just choose you right away.â
CHUUYA : babydoll, youâre worth more than all those stars combined. â he only gives you the best.
âAh, thatâs unfortunate. Thank you for informing me, though,â you said before hanging up the phone.
You didnât sue them on the line, albeit irritated. Tonight, you were supposed to have a date with Chuuya at one of the fancy restaurants he somehow discovered more of in the city when you thought you finally visited them all, but your reservations were cancelled last minute.
âHey, princess,â the handsome ginger said when you phoned him next. You could sense a smile through his words on the other end.
âWhatâs up?â
âWeird-ass restaurant cancelled our plans,â you said. âNot even a refund.â
Chuuya quickly picked up on the disappointment in your voice, and he knew it wasnât because he didnât get his money back. Money was nothingâhe was a Port Mafia executive. Stacks of bills piled into his hands every day, and he quietly flexed on it through his collection of wine in the cellar, his clothes, and gifts to you.
What he wasnât wealthy in was time. It had been almost a month since Chuuya had any free timeâthe boss had been overworking him amidst never-ending Yokohama mayhem. His large penthouse actually proved to be a disadvantage when you were the only one staying in it. It was too empty; it was too quiet for a home, there was an awkward gap in the bed you slept in.
âItâs okay, baby,â came Chuuyaâs voice reassuringly. âDonât worry âbout some shitty-ass restaurant.
âMeet me home at the rooftop at the time we originally planned.â
ââŚAlright,â you replied, unsure of what he was going to do, but you were grateful anyway that youâd get to spend time with him.
âAnd get ready too, like we originally planned,â he added, and this time, you could imagine the smugness in his smile. âSee ya soon.â
âŚ
The bell chimed as the elevator approached the top of Chuuyaâs apartment, signaling that you reached the rooftop.
âChuu?â you called out as the doors opened. He was nowhere to be foundâinstead a pathway of candles and a trail of rose petals leading to the other side.
Your heels clicked on the ground as you slowly followed the course. It was dark towards the back of the rooftop, but the front overlooked the entire city of Yokohama.
Another quiet flex.
âHey, beautiful.â You noticed him before the lively city behind him, before the romantic scene he had set upâthe path of petals expanded into scattering around the table Chuuya was sitting at. He was dressed up tooâlooking as attractive as ever.
âThe Nakahara Restaurant,â you hummed, taking a seat in front of him. âNot bad.â
Chuuya smirked. âNot bad? We get Michelin stars, baby. Trust me.â
You giggled. âI donât know about that, Chuu. Youâll have to prove it to me.â It was like you had turned the tables on him. Usually, he only deemed a restaurant good if you were pleased with the food.
âAlright.â Now, you were going to rate his. You could tell he was going to enjoy this.
âYou hungry?â
You nodded.
With a snap of Chuuyaâs fingers, you immediately heard footsteps scurrying toward the two of you.
Two young men, one with raven hair until silver tips and the other with an entirely silver headâyou realized they were waiters from who knows whereâapproached you with a dish.
âAppetizers by Executive Nakahara,â the first one said.
âWaitâdid you cook everything too?â
âDuuh, you take this for a fraud or something?â Chuuya failed to hide the pride on his face.
âŚ
The appetizer, entrĂŠe, and dessert proved delicious, and you were forced to eat your previous words.
He was talented in just about everything.
Chuuya kicked the two âwaitersâ out of his house after dessert was served, leaving the two of you finally alone. The candlelight amid the dark sky enveloped your figures in an intimate glow.
âI wouldâve been fine with even just takeout,â you laughed after taking a sip out of your wine glass.
He smiled. âAs if. Itâs a special night, doll, we finally have time to see each other again.â
âExactly! Seeing you is what matters most,â you said.
âAnyway, thank you, Chuu. I appreciate this so much. And I guess youâre rightâyou earn a Michelin Star from me.â
Chuuya looked towards the city below you and back. âDidnât doubt it one bit. But thatâs not the only stars weâre getting tonight.â
You looked puzzled. âWhat do you mean?â
âDonât get shocked.â
Your lover snapped againâyou picked up a slight difference in it this time compared to the previous times he signaledâand suddenly, Yokohama went dark.
You didnât know how, but the cityâs electricity had completely cut off at the mafia executiveâs command.
âChuuâ?â
âYouâre not looking the right way.â
You had been staring at the pitch-black buildings below in fazed awe, but it seemed to have switched places with the skies as now, small scattered lights began to fade in when you looked up, your eyes adjusting to the dark.
âChuu!â You stood up in excitement. âWe can see stars! In Yokohama!â
The ginger chuckled before pulling out a folded comforter from under the table. âHere, itâs better this way. Now this is what the wine was really for.â
âŚ
Chuuya had fixed the comforter on the rooftop and pulled out a few pillows so that you were able to lie down and watch above more comfortably.
âI did this a lot when I stayed in Paris for a bit,â he said, explaining how he got the idea. âBut the lights stayed on 24/7 there, too, so I had to use a telescope.â
You looked at him thoughtfully. âWe couldâve done that too. You really startled everyone just for this.â
As if on cue, you suddenly heard someone shout in the distance, going âHey! Who the hell turned off all the lights?!â You and Chuuya both snorted.
âJust for you,â he corrected. âI think this is better anyway. They can handle one night without power. And I made sure the hospitals and other important establishments stayed untouched.â
It was crazy how much power the man had. âNot entirely evil then,â you said.
âYeah, plus I was also really aiming at that restaurant that tried ruining our plans,â Chuuya smirked.
You looked back at the stars and then Chuuya again, who hadnât taken his cerulean eyes off your face.
You lay together to gaze at the stars. But instead of those, he was looking at you.
You couldnât stop the flurry of coyness you got. He looked absolutely stunning under the heavensâit was almost unfair. It would be if you werenât the one who got to see him in such a state. He looked mesmerizedâmesmerized with you?
âHey, youâre going to miss it if you keep staring at me,â you said.
âIâm seeing you and those galaxies for the first time in a while,â Chuuya replied. âI think Iâd rather watch you.â
He kissed you while you were still smiling, causing him to grin, too. You felt light and safe around him and the blankets, and he felt the same. All aggression and stress ceased from his head, healed by you and the moonlight.
âY���can name stars after people too, right?â he asked when you pulled back. âI swear, Iâm going to make the next scientist who discovers one name it after you. Itâd be way better than those random shitty names they give nowadays.â
FYODOR : i have the cosmos mapped out, likewise your soul. â you alone, he adores.
There was not a word said as you got into the passenger seat of the car that Fyodor was driving. He had left a note earlier that dayâZolotse, youâre coming with me on a mission tonight. Prepare what you need and bring the sleeping bags, and you had done so with little hesitation.
The sun had already gone down, but you were used to this. Initially, you had thought his job the opposite of himselfâthe demon was called to bizarre places sporadically and had to adapt to their settings in a short amount of time. You only realized after being with him for a while that he planned these things beforehand, and he planned them long ago.
The job was made for himâhis little game of fate and chess.
He drove for around four hours straight. In that time, you had put on your favorite music, and talked with him about the usualâyour latest philosophical obsession, anything interesting about his latest endeavorsâyou hadnât realized you had gotten so far away from civilization.
Fyodor mustâve become nocturnal from all the time heâd spent in the dark, because it was pitch-black in all directions when he finally parked the car and you stepped out.
And only then you finally asked him. âFedya, where are we?â
He didnât respond, instead going to the back of the car and opening the trunk, handing you your sleeping bag and a flashlight.
You flipped the switch on, trying to scan the surroundings for any hint of where this journey took you.
âDarling, youâre quite naĂŻve,â Fyodor said as you looked down at rocks and twigs below your shoes. âIâm concerned about how easily you agreed to let someone drive you hours out into the wilderness.â
âIâd do it only for you,â you replied, giggling. âI trust you.â Alas, he had answered your question, though you still didnât know what he was here for.
âFollow me. We have a bit of hiking to do.â
âŚ
A secret hideout? Meeting spot? Something valuable hidden here? Your mind came up with countless reasons why your loverâs current mission took place on a mountain and how he could even navigate without a map. The entire thing was strangeâyou hadnât even seen him take any valuables of some kind besides a tent and his own sleeping bag.
The walk-up was a bit tedious. Thankfully, you wore the right shoes and had eaten well beforehand, but you still didnât expect you would be partaking in exercise so late at night. It was also hard to see, the flashlights scarcely making a difference.
You came across a very steep hill; it was almost like you had to climb rather than hike up.
âApologies for the inconvenience,â you heard Fyodor from above as he went first to ensure each step was safe. âItâll be worth it later.â
âAh-â You hardly had time to ponder his statement when you misstepped on a loose twig, causing you to slip. However, a hand reached to tightly grab you before you slid down.
âCareful, milaya.â
Fyodor kept your hand clasped in his throughout the rest of the trek. You finally reached a large clearing by the edge of a cliffâdevoid of trees and hard bedrock.
âWeâre here.â
He began setting up the tent while you looked around. There was nothing at all out of the ordinaryânothing suspicious for the demon to use. Were you really here just to camp?
âThe goal: your eyes to adjust.â
Fyodor had finished and had been looking at you for some timeâsmiling, at the way your brows furrowed and how you were still lost with this entire night.
âWhat-?â you asked as he walked over to take your sleeping bag. You followed him as he set it right next to his.
âSit next to me, lyubov,â he said, guiding you down. âIâll tell you the secret to getting directions up here.â
He tilted his head up, and for the first time, you noticed an entire galaxy before you.
âŚ
Drenched under the vastness of the dark skies and lights of the stars, Fyodor began to speak.
âWeâve used star navigation for thousands of years,â he said. âFifty-eight stars and thirty-eight constellations that weâre able to use, but you only need to locate the Ursa Major to find north and Orion to find west.â
You nodded. Perhaps this is what he had come here to doâfind directions to something that no GPS or technology recorded. He had probably taken you along just because he thought youâd admire the view and how you did. Fyodor was rightâthe walk-up was worth this view.
It was like you were in a trance. You had seen stars, but nothing like this before. The entire Milky Way galaxy was visible to your eyes, countless little suns that seemed barely out of your grasp, even though they were millions of miles away.
âFedya, how many of them do you recognize by name?â
âBy now, I have them all memorized because Iâve found it helpful. If an apocalypse surged the earth, they would still be there. If the world ended, they would still be there. The cosmos remain untouched by usâthey watch humanity dance from afar. The nomads knew this the bestâwhen we traveled, we relied on nothing but nature.â
You wondered how many body transfers it took for him to retain them all. There were so many little lights in the sky, it seemed near impossible to be able to gather even half in a mindâs jar. You guessed tens of years at the least, and even with that time, you knew only he could do it.
âYou commend them too, donât you?â you spoke, taking a risk in guessing his views.
âElaborate for me.â You made eye contact with him, and amethyst eyes fawned over by the night almost enticed you even more than the entire view of the universe afore you.
âYou appreciate them, and everything else that lays on the earth after the sun sets because they hold no flaw. They arenât blemished by the foolishness of people.
âYou can be at peace with them because they are perfect, unlike us.â
âYouâre right. The perfect mankind would be as pure as the sun and the starsâuntainted by something as unnatural as abilities. Thatâs how I see it, but why group yourself in such faults?â
âHm?â was the only sound you were able to get out, when he grazed his fingers along your face, cupping your cheek.
âPrintsessa, you are perfect.â He spoke smoothly, rich accent making his words sound like a lullaby.
âYour soul dances with the kosmos. Something so divineâyou are the harmony of something as beautiful as what we see tonight.
âYou are the only one who matches the heavens; my love, you surpass the heavens.â
He captured your lips in a kiss, and you only registered then that it was you two alone. It felt like you two were the only ones in the world with the witnesses to your love being the ends of the horizons, and that the universe who put on a show in the sky instead turned to watch you.
âŚ
âFedyaâŚwhat was the mission?â you asked softly as you cuddled with him, your hands reaching for his silky hair as you lay on his chest.
You felt his smile. âYouâre still so naĂŻve, darling; you didnât have to think so much. The mission was to bring you here. Itâs been a while since weâve gone out, has it not?â
SIGMA : iâve never seen it before! (the aurora borealis) â he learns what love is through you.
âSigma, baby, letâs go!â
The man had a slightly puzzled face as he let you eagerly lead him outside, past your homeâs backyardâinto the hills beyond. Other than the Sky Casino, it was your favorite spot, especially when you wanted some peace away from the rest of humanity and its industry.
Your lover was utterly confused why you made sure he did not fall asleep this evening. He always went to bed far earlier than you and rose while you were still lost in dreamâperhaps snoringâbut tonight you insisted.
And Sigma followed, even though he was at the verge of passing out from exhaustionâmanaging a casino was hard. He let you take his hand and direct him, even without a clue of where you were going.
Maybe that was what love wasâblindly following another.
âI have a surprise.â You slightly turned your head back to look at him, and he swore he would remember this scene forever. His hand still clasped around yours, the warm glow of the back porchâs bistro lights cast upon your face, and your sweet smileâthough it was dark outside, he felt that your smile lit up his world more than all the stars combined in the night sky.
The cosmos were a new thing for him. You had introduced watching the stars to him, in this special place beyond your backyard.
Immediately after his first time learning what the Big Dipper was, and that the little lights in the sky were actually much farther than they seemed, he called for a viewing deck to be created for the Sky Casino.
That way, even on nights away from you and home, he could still gaze at the same stars, and for you as well if you wanted to visit.
âAre we stargazing?â Sigma asked as you ran up one of the hills with him. He held a chuckle to himself. You didnât bother to change out of your pajamas. You were so cute.
âItâs a little different this time,â you giggled, setting down a blanket for the two of you to sit. Before, you would bring foldable chairs, but you realized that they made it a bit difficult for you to cling onto Sigma when you wanted to cuddle with him.
âWe should start to see it in just a few minutes,â you said, looking up.
âOkayâŚâ
The stars were there as usual. Sigma had never thought that something as pretty as your heart could exist in something physical, but that was how he saw those small lights in the sky.
If only you knew that whenever you decided to talk about how beautiful the skies were at night, he wanted to say they were literally just a reflection of you.
As soon as the clock on your watch hit the next hour, you immediately grabbed Sigmaâs arm in enthusiasm.
Now he was really starting to wonder what got you so jumpy.
âHey! Do you see it?!â
Sigma caught himself so distracted by you that he was watching your face instead of where your eyes were looking at.
He blushed when you looked at him, but thankfully you remained oblivious to his embarrassment.
âThe green light! Do you see it?â
Sigma looked up, and he saw what looked like sliver of green contrast the dusky sky.
âThatâs natural,â you began to explain. âIt works through the earthâs magnetic field colliding with the atmosphere.
âWatch how it dances.â
A show started to unfold before the two of you. Sigma watched as the small touch of light became even brighter, transforming into a ribbon. He watched as the ribbon began to travel across the sky, overtaking the darkness. He watched in awe as it was joined by another green stream, traversing the horizons together.
âWow,â you both said in awe.
âItâs called the aurora borealis,â you spoke.
âYou can see it regularly if you travel way up north, but itâs a rare event here.
âI wanted to experience it with you.â
Sigma turned to look back at you, butterflies in his tummy and a surge of warmth overflowing his heart when he met your faceâcheeks glowing from the reflection of the chasma and your eyes full of adoration.
âWith me?â Sigma asked.
âOf course,â you replied, pulling him up. âLook Sigmaâa new color joined.â
He glanced up, seeing that a new hue had appeared, aligning itself with the green. A pinkish light had mixed itself in, creating a swirl of paints on the skyâs pallete.
It really seemed like the lights were dancing. And Sigma thought to himselfâlike me and her.
You seemed to have the same idea because you had taken his hands in yours and started to whirl him around. It was messyâa bit chaotic, but he let himself be dragged along for a bit until he got dizzy, because maybe love was blindly following someone.
Eventually, Sigma started laughing, and couldnât be thrown around any longer. âCalm down, love!â He took control of the dance, guiding your steps so that it turned into a more organized waltz.
He became captivated when he twirled you aroundâeven though you were in your pajamas, you couldnât look any less beautiful. He had danced with you in ballrooms, in gardens, but this unrehearsed night was the most enchanting of all.
âŚ
You two danced until your feet started to hurt and Sigmaâs exhaustion finally got the best of him. Now, you lay together, watching the rest of the nightâs act play out.
âWhenever I look at the nebulas, I only think of you now, you know,â you confessed. âBecause even if youâre up there, and Iâm down on earth, weâre still looking at the same stars together.â
âI think the same,â Sigma replied. âItâs like weâre always connected in some way.â
You nodded with a smile, but you realized Sigma wasnât finished yet.
âActually, itâs more than that. I can only think of you when I see those things because all beauty leads back to you. I see your kindness in the sun and your energy in these colorful lights. I see your perseverance in the moon and most importantly, how many hearts youâve made shine in the stars.
âAnd whatever ends up the brightest at night is mine, because youâve warmed my heart the most.â
Your own heart was beating fast, by how your lover had spoken so tenderly to you and by the way he had rolled over towards you so that he was so close nowâhis lips just shy of yours.
âSigma,â you whispered, and then you pulled him into a kiss.
It was then he finally understood: love wasnât about blindly following another, he followed you because you were a blessing of trust, carrying the stars of devotion on your hands.
i heard if you rb, uâll be able to watch the stars w/ ur fav tn !! reblogs are cherished; they are what support me the most. <3
this fic wouldnât have ever seen the light, werenât for @cheriiyaya (hi); thank u bby for encouraging me start to finish. <3 a lil prompt inspo for dazai & fyodor from her. ^_^
p.s. did i imply a past!love triangle in dazaiâs scenario? yes. was i referring to the fyozai âtil death we do art love triangle? maybe..! actually, for some rzn, i included many things here that foreshadow other fics coming soon. stay tuned :)
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pairing: lyney x gn!reader
content: fluff, modern au, high school au, friends to (almost) lovers, mutual pining, theatre kids, lyney and the reader rehearse a kissing scene
summary: playing the role of his lover in a drama production is easier said than done, especially when youâre just beginning to realize the nature of your feelings for him.
a/n: i had no inspiration for a while but then lyney came along. iâm so normal about him. anyway, i hope you enjoy reading!
When you were told that you had to kiss your best friend for a school play, you were in shock and disbelief â not because you were repulsed by the thought of playing the part of a couple, but because you realized that you didnât mind the idea of his lips pressed against yours.
Youâre not quite sure when the feelings crept up on you, dawning in your heart like hazes of peach and azure that dust the horizon at sunrise. It feels like itâs been an eternity since you started loving Lyney, but youâve simply never noticed that your adoration was beyond platonic.Â
But after experiencing your epiphany, youâve been wondering if he shares your rose-tinted sentiments. Slowly but surely, you observe that the lines between friendship and romance have become blurred, fusing together in a myriad of watercolour hues.
Every once in a while, Lyney will hold your hand for no reason, the delicate softness of his skin comforting like morning sunlight. There are also instances where heâll hug you for just a little too long, clinging onto you as if he never wants to let go. And of course, youâll never be able to forget the sentimental nights spent gazing up at murals of sparkling constellations dotting pristine navy skies, where you'll cuddle with your best friend in an attempt to stay warm.
In these instances, a simple question lingers in the short silences, an untold inquiry that neither of you care to utter in fear of shattering the status quo.
What are we?
Now, as you sit across from Lyney atop the velvety cushions of his living room couch, ready to rehearse very kiss that sent you spiraling into a bout of infatuated hysteria in the first place, your heart canât help but race. The melody it sings is one that speaks of perplexing feelings and a hope for fairytale endings, and it only amplifies as you look into pale violet eyes that sparkle as iridescent petals flutter about in their depths.
âIâm ready whenever you are,â Lyney whispers, smiling at you reassuringly. Thereâs something soothing about the expression on his face, embodying the serenity of a gentle zephyr in the midst of a cruel summer.
âHow can you be so calm when weâre about to practice a kiss?â you ask, voicing your thoughts out loud. âWhat if weâre not good enough?â
Truthfully, youâre a nervous wreck. Your fingers tremble, and your mind feels blank. Youâve always known that Lyney was born to be on stage, but you didnât think heâd be so nonchalant in a situation like this. His disposition is completely composed, not a single spark of anxiety shining through his tranquil demeanour.
On the other hand, youâre constantly pondering the what ifs.
What if you mess the scene up? What if it turns out looking awkward? What if itâs so horrendous that it makes the audience uncomfortable.
However, in total contrast to you, Lyney simply chuckles, his voice ringing out in a clear and soothing fantasia.
âDonât worry,â he reassures you, keeping his gaze fixated on you. âIâm sure our chemistry will be absolutely perfect. After all, even Lynette has mistaken us for a couple.â
âShe has?â you blurt out, both shocked and embarrassed that Lyneyâs twin has had her misconceptions about your relationship. The two are practically telepathically linked, so the tall order of fooling Lynette would more or less be akin to deceiving the heavens above.
âShe has,â Lyney confirms, a mischievous spark of violet electricity blazing through his irises, âand thatâs why Iâm certain weâll be able to pull this off flawlessly.â
He gently laces his fingers around your hand, bringing it up to his chest.
âBesides, itâs not like Iâm not nervous at all.â From beneath the soft fabric of Lyneyâs clothes, you can feel a gentle thrumming, a beat that resounds at a tempo matching that of your very own heart. âYou know, even the greatest of performers get stage fright sometimes.â
In a mystifying twist, you feel more comfortable now that Lyney has told you that youâre not alone in your anxiety. Your relief defies all logic, but perhaps itâs the knowledge that your feelings arenât entirely unreasonable that soothes your nerves.
âI see,â you whisper. âWell Iâm sure youâll do great. Weâll get through this together.â
Lyney nods.
âIâm just glad itâs you,â he says, pausing for a moment as if deep in thought. âActually, âgladâ would be an understatement. âBeyond overjoyedâ is more accurate.â
Your breath hitches, and for a second, the world seems to still, suspended in a momentary utopia. Yet despite your giddiness and the euphoric feelings that arise in your heart, you shrug Lyneyâs words off, trying your best not to get your hopes up. If you expect too much, you might find yourself disappointed in the end.
âThe feeling is mutual, but maybe we should get to rehearsing now. I think Iâm ready,â you tell him, pulling your hand out of his grasp in a light motion, clinging onto the last of his warmth as his skin grazes yours. Itâs reminiscent of fading sunlight, comforting you with the dazzling radiance of a dying crepuscule, lulling you into a daze as it parts in shades of twilight that waltz in a dance of fantastical wonders.
âYour wish is my command,â Lyney responds playfully.
However, after only a few seconds, his features shift into a more serious expression. Although the same smile is still adorning his lips, itâs softer now, more sincere.
Is this all part of an act, or is it real?
An unidentifiable emotion now glints in Lyney's eyes in a display of diamond lights, illuminating seas of magnificent amethyst. Locks of platinum hair, composed of starlight essence, frame his face in a way that makes him look undeniably handsome. Once again, your heart, which had just barely stilled, begins to beat in a frenzy.
You want nothing more than to freeze time, stay in this ephemeral moment, relish in the sensation of his breath gently tickling your skin and engrave the ethereal sight before you into archives stored deep within your memories. But unfortunately, itâs impossible to pause the scene before you. Reality, unlike the countless movies and videos youâve watched to study your part, stops for no one.
And before you know it, the divide between your lips and Lyneyâs is diminishing, the blank space fading at a pace that feels both far too rapid yet far too prolonged at the same time.
Closer.
Closer.
And closer.
Until your lips meet in a clash of opalescent sparks, shedding light and embellishing the magical moment with an atmosphere worthy of any stage. The lilac butterflies that dance in the pit of your stomach prompt sensations of glee to arise within your heart.
His skin is soft and warm, and the feeling of his lips against yours is just so right. Thereâs no one else youâd rather kiss. Thereâs no one else youâll ever long for. Thereâs no one in the world youâll ever love more.
No matter how much you deny it, your relationship has crossed the line from platonic to romantic, gradually edging closer and closer to an unclear border before definitively falling over onto the other side. Your kiss with Lyney confirms everything. Thereâs far too much passion, far too much care and longing exchanged in a single act of affection.
Best friends donât kiss each other like this.
At this point youâre certain the feeling is mutual. Now, all you have to do is wait until one of you inevitably confesses, and youâll both be able to finally live happily ever after, basking in the splendor of true love.
thank you for reading <3 if you enjoyed this fic, i would really appreciate it if you could comment or reblog!
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the intimacy of hands.
ěíě´í ăť female reader + word count 1000 genre fluff established relationship warnings not proof-read kissing skinship petnames â more
a/n. revamped version ><
hold | heeseung
would get a teeny bit pouty when you wind up getting distracted from a conversation, eyes fixated on another object by the background; âhey, look at me too, babeâ, heâd start, and when that served fruitless, heâd raise his hands to gently cup your cheeks, fingers softly brushing against your skin. âas i was saying,â a little pout, âhow do you like my hair?â; and youâd just gawk at him, needing a quick second to recollect yourself from the momentary fluster.
intertwine | jongseong
finds every excuse in the book to intertwine hands with you; canât blame thoughâ he simply adores the warmth and softness of it all; would suggest such out of pocket, and completely random things just to give himself the right opportunities to interlock fingers with you; for instance, when baking, heâd suddenly say, âhow about we mix the batter together?â, leaving you in a confused state; without much explanation, heâd wrap his fingers around your free-hand, swinging your intertwined hands in the empty space. âthere! and if you get tired, iâll transfer some energy over to you!â thatâs not exactly how it works, but youâll let it slide.
win | jaeyun
him being your number one supporter; always present for significant moments in your life, like your graduation, or maybe a win in a competition; you could just scan the rows of attendees, and youâd spot his twinkling eyes, as well as his handmade banner spelling out your name in bold, cute stickers of balloons and animals pasted all over the empty space; would also be there for the smaller moments, such as your first successful batch of cookies, or your first time solving those âonly 0.000001% of people can get this right!â kind of quizzes; whenever you walk up to him, regardless of whether youâre holding a medal or your phone, heâd lovingly wish you congratulations, snaking a hand and resting it on the small of your back to pull you close, and pepper your face with celebratory kisses.
lay | sunghoon
would go stargazing together with him; laying a gingham picnic-mat in the midst of a grassy field located at a nearby park, and gazing at the pretty skies above; him actually being pretty good at pointing out constellations, often times filling you in on the identity of said patterns. you, on the other hand, simply enjoyed being in his company, making out random images from the stars; âthat one looks like a pineapple, no?â heâd giggle softly at your revelation, replying with a soft ânot quite, but whatever you say, angelâ; would often outstretch his hand, resting it on your own and tracing little constellations on your palm.
squeeze | seonwoo
is always there to help you out, especially during stressful moments; making sure that youâre all prepped and ready for a big presentation; going through your lines with you, and giving little feedbacks afterwards; on the big day, heâd wrap his hand around your clammy ones to offer affirming squeezes. âhey, hey! donât panic, love⌠just remember what you recited to me last night, and youâll be fine. trust meâ, cherry on top is that heâd give you a peck before youâd leave.
hug | jungwon
is honestly so, so clingy when it comes to you; youâd be minding your own business, say washing the dishes, when a pair of arms would suddenly wrap around your waist, embracing you in a back-hug; heâd rest his chin on your shoulder, hands resting on the dip of your hip. âyou were gone from bed for too, too long⌠i miss you alreadyâ, and here youâd be, trying to roll up the sleeves of his shirt to prevent dish soap from staining them; âitâs okay, babe.. can we just stay like this for another minute?â heâd bury his face in the crook of your neck, fingers lightly fiddling with the hem of your shirt.
wipe | riki
the type to notice even the most minute of things; say, a tiny, almost minuscule, streak of frosting on the corner of your lipsâ that heâd notice as well; would lean forward, extending a hand to wipe off the little bit of icing on your face, unintentionally putting a stop to your train of thoughts; âthis bakery makes such tasty cakes! we shouââ and heâd casually lean back in his seat afterwards, propping his elbow on the table, and resting his chin in the dip of his palm. âyou were saying, love?â, but youâd be so flustered with all these butterflies soaring around your stomach, that youâd just pause for a moment, a light pink hue dusting your cheeks.
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What if...?
The feminine urge to write something about Barbatos admiring the MC from afar. I'd love to call this idea "To Every 'You' I adore" and honestly I'm digging it.
âĄ.. In a scenario where in almost every universe, almost every timeline, the MC chooses anyone BUT him. Although instead of taking action, Barbatos swallows it all down, often watching MC from a distance. Was it fair to think luck was on the human's side?
âĄ.. When Mammon took MC to the casino, they seem to have won every bet.
âĄ.. When Leviathan told MC about this raffle to get tickets to a concert of their favourite idol, they seem to get that PLUS VIP access backstage.
âĄ.. With Satan they went to the finest of cafĂŠs and tasted the most delicate of confectionery. With Asmodeus MC kept 'accidentally' trying new garments for them to love. With Beelzebub it's all you can eat, much to the sweet grin they had while wiping off the crumbs off the sin's face.
âĄ.. With Belphegor was special; MC's constellation perfectly aligned at the time of their date â so they themselves could admire from afar.
âĄ.. With Solomon they'd fly through the skies in a hot-aired balloon, looking down at city lights of a new place. Or better: new to Solomon, but held deeply in MC's heart. A place that they themselves could admire from afar.
âĄ.. With Simeon, MC could accidentally spill ink on the parchment, and instead of ruining the page it created waves of gray; a scenery of inspiration for the setting of the angel's new story. A place so far, to be admired in the lens of the reader.
âĄ.. Lucifer would comment at how MC's luck was astonishing, terrifying even. It's odd to think how a mere human would always have good fortune. Almost always.
âĄ.. With Lord Diavolo, MC would go and chuckle at their humble remark, while the prince's lips placed soft kisses on the human's knuckles. How their smile brings light in the darkest days of the harsh coldness the Devildom brings. The sheer warmth present in their every word. It's not always the case, but that was how he viewed it.
âĄ.. Barbatos would put up an indifferent smile, watching the human mingle with his lord. It was in one of these instances where even with the immense ability to control time, he felt powerless. Much to the fate's dismay, this was when he hated the path of destiny. In almost all outcomes, it was least likely he'd end up with his beloved. How he adored MC, even if they were bound to never be his.
To quote: "Even with how repetitive this scene gets, his immortal beloved never ceased to amaze him like the very first time."
Who knows? It sounds almost like a lovesick idea as I myself am unsure if this leans more on fluff or angst. Tell me if you guys liked the idea, or how you may suggest that I improved it! ^^
Aka this is Vee's Barbatos brainrot since I've been craving Barb content but also very specific kind of Barb content so this is me attempting to fill that void before Solomon or Mammon take over my writings.
Anyhow, that is my "What if?" Scenario! :D
That is all and have a nice day~! đŤś
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AUGUST.
Glimpses of the departed month go by as you reminisce by the sea.
ft. Kaedehara Kazuha x gn! reader.
cw/genre: fluff, romance.
I honestly donât know how to feel about this piece⌠definitely not my best work, but I wrote it, so Iâm posting it. I hope someone still likes it.
if you enjoy this, reblogs and comments help more than likes !
Blue.
Said alone, the word might have had a tendency for melancholy, cold, turbulence.
However, if anyone were to ask you right now, youâd deny every negative connotation the color might have ever been related to.
Because to you, blue was dusks by the sea; moments right after the last coppery rays had hidden behind the expanse of an ocean you could only wish to unveil all secrets of.
And perhaps, you liked this moment of day because the infinity of blue before you mirrored the feelings in your heart at ease.
Feelings of unbridled affection, boundless love.
For him.
Fair hair falls over his shoulders, like silk weaved out of stars, its tips illusory rose with the fading daylight. His eyes are closed against the marine breeze, flecks of moondust clinging to his lids, casting enchanting shadows over his cheeks. His shirt has been discarded, droplets sliding down his bare torso, as if he had bathed in a pool of starlight. A black leather cord rests against his tempting collarbones, a vibrant scarlet maple leaf charm dangling tantalizingly over his chest.
A dreamy sigh escapes your lips, mingling with the sounds of foamy waves lapping at the white sand.
Kazuha.
He was always nothing short of ethereal, but something about him in the dimming light of a late summerâs nightfall, felt inherently magical.
âIâm going to miss this, Kazuha.â You finally say, resting your chin on your boyfriendâs shoulder.
He gently leaves a kiss to your forehead, his hand finding yours over the towel youâre sitting on. Scars jut like jagged rocks against which waves break, in the same way lightning snuffed out a life dear to him all that time ago.
And yet, the smile on his lips is almost palpable when he says:
âWeâll be able to come back, my dove.â His thumb runs soothing circles over the back of your hand. âBefore we realize, summer will greet us again.â
You chuckle. Kazuha had such a poetic way of approaching things; even when the sun went pitch black, he would forever remain a beacon of hope to you.
âI know, I knowâŚâ You clarify. âItâs just⌠I wish I had more free time to spend with you like this during the yearâŚâ
As much as autumn brought found memories and your belovedâs birthday, September always had a tendency to leave you yearning for the long days of summer.
Echoes of August replayed behind your eyelids every time you closed them, reminiscent of stolen instances held in the brief minutes in which the sky was dyed in shades of neither day or night.
Those eyes that held the suns of a million dawns focus on you. Starlight from constellations that will sleep soon seem to frame them, those long lashes fluttering in tune with your heart.
âI know, my angelâŚâ Your lover utters, as he delicately tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. âIâd like to stay with you like this, for all eternityâŚâ His stare of gentle embers takes you in.
His muse, his perfect love, his forever.
The samuraiâs free hand reaches to cup your cheek, his touch, a doveâs first flight in its tenderness.
Beneath the darkening skies, you were the brightest star. Every lash, every pore and freckle, the everglow that fueled his verses.
âBut weâll always have the weekends,â He reassures, those fingers that penned the most romantic eulogies tracing your jawline, the column of your neck, your exposed collarbones.
Dilated pupils stare at his lips, images of kisses coated in ice cream and cocktails flashing through your dazed mind.
âAnd every summer after that.â The poet adds, noses mere millimeters away now, separated only by salt air and dying sunlightâs rust.
âEvery summer.â You repeat.
Then, the magnetic force of both your desire-ridden lips reigns over, his kiss, an intoxicating collision.
Your hands lock behind Kazuhaâs neck, pulling him closer. The droplets of sea water on him feel cool, flecks of stardust tattooing your skin in every place your bodies touch.
The wandering samuraiâs lips are an expanding sunrise, and you, the tsunami that desperately reaches for his light-tinted heavens.
One of his hands sets on the soft sand, keeping him upright, while his scarred one tenderly cups your cheek. Your lean against him is soothing, healing, clear August skies, birdsong written in between retreating clouds.
Behind the undulating horizon, gold dyes silver.
Constellations begin to waltz far above, the lovers by the sea, their directing lyrics.
Itâs a symphony about a season that will never die, its score inscribed in indelible blue ink in the heat of yours and Kazuhaâs fervent kisses.
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If you're still taking requests for Lovebrush fics and hcs could you write about the first date which each of the LIs? It can be short and all the details are up to you!
First Date Headcannons
characters x gn! reader
ââ characters; Aiyin/Ayn, Luchen/Alkaid, Luoxia/Lars, Silan/Clarence, Yexuan/Cael
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Ayn
he would definitely take you to cafe-hopping! we all know how much he loves sweets heh
at first when he asks you out, he asked where you would like to go. he would go with whatever you suggest!
however if you are unable to decide he would suggest to go cafe-hopping :3
being the gentlemen he is, he would pay for everything
he does not really initiate any physical contact, the most he would go is reach for your hand as you both walk down the pathway, only to retract his hand and stuff them in his pocket if you didnât notice. (he likes to hold your hand đĽş)
âHmm, the chocolate cake looks delicious. And so does the cheesecake. Oh? You want to try both? Sounds good to meâ
Alkaid
he lets you make the decision! however if you canât decide, he would take you to his favourite hill to stargaze and of course a picnic with food he made himself personally!
there are sandwiches, cupcakes and blended fruit juices, just for you! heâs got everything prepared for a perfect date
it is cute how he seems so contented talking about the constellations you both see while talking about the stories behind it
at the end of the day he would escort you back to your home, hesitantly leaving a gentle kiss on the top of your head as his soft voice bids you goodnight
âWhenever i look into your eyes, I see the whole universe of stars. Itâs beautiful, just like youâ
Lars
amusement park. he would immediately suggest to go to the amusement park. there isnât one on the island? no worries, he got his yacht and helicopter at his beck and call. are you worried about the ticket price? donât worry, heâs got everything covered, just relax and enjoy
he would take your hand in his with no hesitation as he leads you to one ride after the other, resembling an excited puppy going out to play
he likes to go on more thrilling rides but would go on whichever you would like to too! he would prefer to be with you at all times. if you are too scared to ride any thrilling rides, he would not force you, though that does not mean he wonât tease you a litte
he spoils you a lot. if he notices your eyes lingering a little too long on something, like example a huge cotton candy. he would buy one for you despite your protests
âOh come on, is my little painter scared of a rollercoaster like this~? Itâs okay, if you are scared, you can grab onto my arm, I will always be by your side.â
Clarence
he would love to go to the cat cafe! he loves cats and he doesnât wish to go with something typical like the movies or a fancy restaurant. plus he doubts you would like to go fishing with him.
he is very gentle and respectful throughout the date. like offering his hand when you are walking down the stairs with no railing to hold on to
you might be surprised by how natural clarence is with cats. cats love him for some reason. he teaches you the basics of cat behaviour, how to pet a cat properly and most importantly, asking the cat for permission before patting it
overall it is the chill happi vibes hehe. (he was worried that the date would be too boring for you)
he would definitely buy something for you, like perhaps a matching set of merchandise from the cafe as memory of this day
âI had a great time today, any time spent with you is enjoyable. What about you?â
Cael
dude literally knows you so well considering he was with you throughout your teen years. at some point in time there is an instance when you mentioned to him about your ideal first date
he doesnât tell you the location and just asked you to prepare, when you asked where youâd be going, he would mysteriously smile and shake his head, saying it is a surprise
you are taken by surprise just how well prepared the date was (he would literally do anything just to make you happy, no matter the cost or methods needed to achieve it. i mean, âźď¸SPOILER ALERTâźď¸ he literally built a cinema before with futuristic technology to show a possible future you might have, there is nothing this man canât do)
you could tell he was nervous, after all he has never been on a date with someone. the only experience he has is hearing stories from your mom when she was still alive and possibly fangirling about your father
aside from his well-concealed nervousness that only you were able to observe from his slight change in his normally serene expression, you wouldâve thought that he had some sort of experience with this considering how flawless and smooth the entire date went.
âMy greatest happiness is seeing you happy, seeing you smile makes all my efforts worth it.â
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sirius' palm was warm against the back of james' neck, his long, pale fingers digging into the flesh of his thigh. their mouths moved together in tandem. sirius' tongue slid against the full of james' bottom lip, who deepened their kiss, his hand cupping sirius' jaw.
james tried not to think too much about that july night, when sirius stood in front of his door, shoulders straight and only a backpack on his back. james knew; he always did. he always knew that sirius would, one day, end up with him, and the clock had been ticking expectantly each sticky summer night when james laid awake in his bed and tried to shake the thought of sirius away from his head.
("ÂĄ've done it?" sirius smiled, sheepishly, rubbing his neck with the tips of his fingers (it was always james' sign that sirius was frustrated, nervous, that his feelings threatened to spill; for james, sirius was an open book, for him and him only.))
their time spent together after sirius never went back had been filled with nights in which they lied awake and talked about everything and nothing, with lazy mornings lounging in the garden and with theirs lips pressed together, tasting, daring, exploring.
james never said anything. never said anything about the knot growing in his stomach and about how he tingled inside whenever sirius' touch lingered for a moment too long. sometimes, he thought he made it up, and sirius' mouth was a mere fragment of his dizzying imagination; his mother had always told him he spent too much time in his head, zoning out when it was most important to stay guarded. sometimes, he thought it was all a feverish dream, the heat of the summer misting his thoughts together.
sirius looked at his from under hooded eyelids and long eyelashes when they parted. in his eyes, james saw moonlight; in the marks littered across his skin, james saw constellations. he was sure he would never see someone as roughly yet aristocratically beautiful as sirius.
"what's on your mind?" he asked, tilting his head, his palms digging into the mattress that tipped under their weights. even when he sat, slouched, sirius was slightly taller than him, and there was something playing in his eyes that james, in other instances, could have put his finger on, tangibly so.
"you," james wanted to breathe out. "you, always you. i'm drunk on you, sirius, and you're the only person i'll ever love like this. because there's no one as beautiful as you are, not in my eyes. because you're fucking perfect, and i want to trace your body with my palms, to feel you human and raw, to know all the layers of you and to see you come undone at the mere touch of my fingers. you, always you, sirius."
#prongsfoot self insulgent making out because#and james having his very confusing thoughts about his best friend#fellas is it gay to make out with your male friend when you're also male#fellas is it gay to stay up at night thinking about him#sirius black#james potter#prongsfoot#my writing
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Ghostwalker x Reader
did my best to be character accurate but since we donât know much about the swords it might not be amazing but i tried!
- Since Ghostwalker cannot feel regular emotions him falling in love was a shock to everyone, the most surprised being himself, when he first fell for you he had absolutely no clue what he was feeling, even after you guys get together the feeling of being in love is still so strange to him
- All of the Swords have varying levels of knowledge about mortals and what they need, Ghostwalker had very little knowledge compared to his siblings who spent more time with mortals such as Venomshank and Firebrand as they both have children who have mortal needs
- Said obliviousness leads to multiple times heâs absolutely perplexed by something normal you do, for instance demons in the Inpherno do not need to eat or sleep but they can if they want so watching you sleep for the first time was very confusing to him, donât even get started on when he learnt about baths, choosing to soak in water for relaxation and semi sanitation was entirely alien to him, he cleaned himself sure but baths were fascinating to him
- Since he is the god of death (my hc) he is far more used to the dead than the living, and with that he is a cautious about your health, you got sick for the first time and he panicked, ready to revive you and terrified, you had to explain to him what felt like 100 times that no you would not die by a cold, you were just out in the snow too long, you then also had to stop him from asking Icedagger about the affect his powers have on mortals
- Ghostwalker is more reserved with affection, physical touch is odd to him, that isnât to say heâs against it, but heâs not that open with it, if you like it thatâs fine but he doesnât initiate it much himself, and as he doesnât have a mouth he canât exactly kiss you either⌠so if you wanna kiss him youâll have to figure it out
- As heâs neutral with literally everyone, mortals, his siblings, whatever you donât have many worries regarding his status as a deity, sure people may still be weird but itâs not like Illumina and Darkheart who are at each otherâs throats constantly
- In terms of dates heâd probably take you to go stargazing, walks through beautiful landscapes, honestly more secluded and outdoor spaces, heâs not that fond of being around large groups of people and nature is calming to him
- Heâs honestly surprisingly gentle, being careful and soft with you, any times he does hold you heâs very sweet and soothing, one touch he does like initiating is coming up behind you wrapping his arms around your body and resting his chin on your head, and seeing as heâs 7â heâs very much so taller than you so it snot difficult for him, but if your a lot lot shorter it can be a struggle sometimes
- He only has one or two unique pet names for you, but he uses them a lot, theyâd probably come from some date you two went on or a physical characteristic of yours, maybe your horn color reminds him of a certain flower, or on a date you said a certain constellation was your favorite, intimate things like that
tried my best, thatâs all i could think of, if i do think of more iâll come back and add it probably in the next 24 hours, thanks again for requesting!! also i think iâm coming down with something so that might mean plenty of time to work on any requests i getâŚ
#phighting x reader#phighting!#phighting#phighting ghostwalker#ghostwalker phighting#ghostwalker x reader#ghostwalker x reader phighting#phighting ghostwalker x reader#x reader
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2023 Game Of The Year: Storyteller (plus DLC)
I played Storyteller after the DLC came out, and Storyteller (with the DLC) became my game of the year.
Unfortunately, I can't really explain why without spoiling some puzzles. I will not try not to spoil any solutions in the screenshots (except one), but I will have to spoil the game mechanics.
What is Storyteller
Storyteller is a game where you arrange comic book panels and characters to tell a story based on a prompt. It doesn't require any dexterity, only deduction. You drag and drop comic book panels into slots, drag and drop character into panels to arrange them, or drag populated panels and characters around.
The challenge is to understand how the characters and panels work, what the prompt wants you to do, and how to do that. Early on, the game is mostly about figuring out the rules governing the characters and panels. It slowly shifts towards more "thinky" problems, where the challenge lies not in understanding how the game works, or what the goal is, but how to fit the required story beats into a limited number of panels.
Depending on the outcome of a panel, you may see little icons, speech bubbles, or thought bubbles that describe whether an action failed or succeeded, and how the characters think or feel about that. Sometimes the outcome of a panel is communicated in a much more direct way, and acted out by the characters.
Screenshot from second chapter puzzle "A Heartbreak is Healed"
Screenshot from first chapter puzzle "Heartbreak with a Happy Ending": At this point you are still learning the game mechanics like placing panels and characters
Screenshot from "Everyone Rejects Edgar": More thinky puzzle than recreation of a storytelling clichĂŠ, and an opportunity to apply what you know. The characters except for Edgar are interchangeable. You can have them fall in love with any other, or reject Edgar in any order.
Screenshot from later puzzle "Everyone Sits on the Throne": A thinky puzzle in the same vein as "Everyone Rejects Edgar". This time, there are important differences between the initial states of characters. You cannot make them sit on the throne in any order.
The panels can be thought of as story beats, sometimes as scenes/places, as in "A and B meet in the kitchen", and sometimes as actions/verbs, as in "A and B kiss". They aren't verbs in the sense that you can just put Alice and Bob in the kissing panel and they always kiss. They only kiss if they love each other, or at least if they don't hate each other. All you can do with the characters as the player is to put them in situations. You can drag the "horse" character into the "watering hole" panel, but you can't make it drink. I mean, probably you could, you might, but would be the puzzle.
Screenshot from "Hatey Murders Father and Marries Mother": It's obviously an Oedipus reference. You see that Hatey doesn't want to murder his father or marry his mother in this constellation.
The game keeps track of the relationships between characters, beliefs of characters, and states of objects. That means (I made this example up in order to not spoil any puzzles) if Alice has been in the kitchen with the cookies, Alice believes there are cookies in the kitchen. If the Cookie Monster has been in the kitchen, there are no more cookies in the kitchen. Now Alice could tell Bob that there are cookies in the kitchen, and Bob could ge hungry and blame Alice for lying, or he could catch the Cookie Monster eating the last cookie. The possibilities for drama are there.
Characters have different initial states and motivations. For instance, the King and the Queen are initially married, and they both have the crown.
Screenshot from "Three Heads Roll": Only the Baron wants to kidnap the king.
If you're into that kind of thing, you can imagine Storyteller as a STRIPS-like planning system with a known or at least discoverable initial state, multiple goals (not just one goal state), panels as actions that take characters as parameters, and a lot of state that can be observed and deduced, but not directly manipulated.
If you're not, you can just play Storyteller as a game about telling stories based on a prompt.
Progression
After you start a new save file, the whole game is open to you. Puzzles or stories are grouped into chapters of four of five stories. Each chapter has a common theme, and a set of common characters and panels. Later chapters mix it up a bit, and introduce characters into different environments or combine characters from multiple stories or mythologies, whereas earlier chapters mostly introduce panels and characters so you can learn how they operate.
Like I said, the whole game is open to you from the start, so you are free to skip a puzzle if you are stuck, to revisit an older chapter, or to skip to the last chapter. It doesn't really matter, because you have to solve every puzzle in the game in order to get to the end.
The first chapter teaches the mechanics of dragging and dropping panels, dragging and dropping characters into panels, and dragging populated panels around to swap them. Then the next couple of chapters introduce different characters and settings. Usually the first story of a chapter only has a few new characters and panels with a rather obvious prompt, the second introduces more content and a slight variation, and the third and fourth have a slight twist.
The later chapters are more focused on actual puzzles.
Some puzzles have multiple solutions, and after solving it one way, you see two additional prompts. For example, the princess could kiss the frog and then the frog turns into a prince, or the princess could kiss the frog but the frog turns into another princess.
I skipped many of those variations on my first playthrough, and this way I blazed through about 40 puzzles without ever stopping and thinking or feeling overly challenged. I learned how most of the characters and panels work, and then I went back to solve all the variant prompts. Somebody I know played every level in order and solved the variant prompts right away. That makes for a more thinky experience earlier on. Either way works, and both are clearly intentionally permitted by the game design.
In the final chapters, Storyteller actually becomes thinky and difficult. This seems like a flaw in pacing, but it works out to the first 70% of the puzzles taking 30% of the time playing it, and the last 30% taking 70% of the time. Instead of treating Storyteller like a storytelling game, you must finally treat it like a puzzle game.
When you beat the base game, the DLC content is added. Levels in the previous chapters get an additional variant prompt, and a new character is introduced. This character acts completely different from all the previous characters, so you have to at first understand how it interacts with the panels from the base game. The variant prompts are harder than anything in the base game. For puzzle game aficionados, this is where it gets challenging for the first time. Here's a "metagaming" tip: None of the DLC variant prompts is solvable with the characters from the base game. Therefore your solution must incorporate the DLC, and it would be impossible to reproduce with base game content.
Screenshot from "Eve Dies Heartbroken Devil makes everyone miserable": You have to experiemnt to figure out how the devil interacts with the panels and characters.
Why It Works So Well
Storyteller is a bit on the easy side. So why does it work so well?
If you are an expert at puzzle games such as The Golem or Stephen's Sausage Roll, then maybe it won't work for you. But if you are looking for a puzzle game that is different, if you liked Splice or Cogs, then Storyteller could be the game for you. It's not a puzzle platformer, not a first person puzzle adventure like Obduction or Sensorium or Quern.
Storyteller is not a storytelling game in the vein of Facade, but it uses themes and literary allusion to keep you interested early on. The music sometimes feels more like a fun Easter egg, but never annoying.
Early prompts in the vein of "boy meets girl" soon turn into more complicated prompts, requiring some minimal lateral thinking to figure out what you need to do. Some of the prompts are literary or mythological allusions and references. That keeps levels interesting and varied even when the actual puzzle part is simple.
Screenshot from "Butler Gets Fired" and "Friedrich Takes Revenge": The puzzle part is quite easy, and there is little lateral thinking involved. The fun is mostly in re-enacting pop culture tropes.
Screenshot from the level selection: Every puzzle in every chapter is open from the start, but it's probably best to do them in order.
Many bad puzzle games get this wrong. You can never really solve a puzzle, because there is only one thing to do. You pick up a key, you open a lock, you see a button, you press it to open a door, you just do the next thing you can do over and over. Instead of puzzling, you just push every button and see what changes to know where to go next. It's fine if the puzzle mechanics are just an excuse to get the player to traverse a temple/dungeon back and forth, if you see the lock and the key and the puzzle mechanics are just there for flavour and motivation. It's no okay if your game is not an action adventure or a puzzle platformer, but an actual puzzle game.
Monument Valley is such a game that doesn't have any actual puzzles in it, you just walk from one place to the next. The game is carried by the interesting visuals and the novelty of the perspective mechanic. (If you are looking for something like Monument Valley but challenging, I could perhaps recommend Naya's Quest or Selene's Labyrinth.)
Early on, Storyteller has this flow of simple and easy puzzles (like Monument Valley), one solved after the other, and it gradually gets more difficult. The references to books and storytelling clichĂŠs aren't particularly deep or laugh-out-loud funny, but they make for the occasional chuckle. Sometimes part of the solution process is to realise that "boy meets girl" was last time, and this time you have to use "girl meets girl" to make the story fit the prompt with the characters you have at your disposal.
The variant prompts manage to side-step a problem I that stood out to me on my playthrough of Baba is You, and a problem I encountered designing my own puzzles. Sometimes there are two levels in a row, where one level has an "unintended" solution, and the next has the "intended" solution removed, so you have to find the second solution for the first level. If you manage to find the "unintended" solution the first time, the next level will be very confusing. Just this solution again? Wait, what was the other solution? Did the last level try to teach me something I missed? Should I go back again to find the other solution?
It was confusing to me anyway, a couple of times when I played Baba is You. The same idea is implemented in Storyteller in a much better way. Instead of having a modified copy of the same level right afterwards, Storyteller categorises solutions into "basic solution", "variant A" and "variant B". Even if you manage to find one variant with your first solution attempt, you immediately see both variant prompts, and there is always one more variant to try next. You never have to construct the same solution twice in a row. Sadly this elegant system cannot be applied to Baba is You.
Screenshot from "Tiny gets a kiss": Sorry for spoiling the solution. Even if you manage to have the prince save Tiny the first time around, you would still have to find a solution where Snowy is ungrateful, and Tiny gets a kiss.
Pre-History
I can't really talk about Storyteller without explaining why I was drawn to this game in the first place. I first heard about it in 2008, when it won the IGF. Back then it was more of a story sandbox in the vein of "Tale-Spin". That's the old story generation AI that produced the sentence "gravity drowned", if that means anything to you.
Screenshot: Storyteller prototype with old pixel art
About a hundred flash portals mirrored the initial Storyteller Flash prototype that won the IGF. The original is still here on Kongregate.
Back then, I wondered how a sand box such as storyteller could be turned into an actual game. It was a prototype and some mechanics, but not really a game. It looks like the developer wondered, too.
In the mean time, FRAMED had came out. Now FRAMED looks clearly inspired by Storyteller, because it also has a mechanic where you rearrange panels, but it's nothing like it. FRAMED is more like the Limbo to Storyteller's Braid. Ironically, FRAMED is "a game that tells you a story". Storyteller is an actual puzzle game.
It has been in development longer than Duke Nukem Forever, but even after all these years, Storyteller doesn't feel dated or superfluous. They finally found a winning formula.
Storyteller was developed by Daniel Benmergui and published by Annapurna Interactive. Get it on Steam here, or if you have a Netflix subscription and an iOS or Android device, the price of the mobile app is included in your monthly Netflix fee. Storyteller is also available for the Nintendo Switch. I would recommend playing it on a PC or tablet.
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â LIKE A WHOLE CONSTELLATION.
nanami kento x f!reader
summary. you never imagined your hunch about your boyfriendâs taste would lead to this.
tags. established relationship, sock/stocking fetish, foot fetish, foot job, nanami is a freak, dom/sub undertones, readers feet are regarded as small but no size specified nanami just has a slight size kink, daddy kink, come eating (sort of)
note. for @thetempleofnyx & @dearestgojo đŤśđ˝ this is so cursed i'm so sorry fhfisf. title from nasty by ariana grande.
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It had started innocently enough, in your opinion. Kento is an attentive boyfriend, the most youâve ever had, so you didnât think much of it at first. He liked spoiling youâhis loveâin any way that he could.Â
When he began paying for your nail appointments, you raised yourself on freshly painted toes to pepper sweet kisses over his face. It made you giddy to show off your pretty nails for him, especially when it was a color that he had chosen for you. He preferred soft pastels on you, telling you how lovely the delicate shade looked against your skin. That time, he had knelt down as you sat on the edge of the bed to inspect the fresh set closely, gently wrapping a big hand over your ankle.
Kento placed a chaste kiss over the top of your foot. Your toes had curled instinctively, unknowingly causing arousal to pool in his gut. Cute. Still, he did nothing more than rubbing a thumb over the ghost of his kiss. âThis is perhaps my favorite color for you. I should get you some new heels to go with it, hm?â
Absolutely thrilled at the promise of new shoesâmeaning a shopping spree all paid for by your hard working boyfriendâyou thought nothing of it. Kento was a gentleman through and through, down to his very core. Him getting down to remove and place all of the shoes you tried on was just another act of chivalry from him.
Back then, you hadnât thought about how thrilling it was for him to see a sweet color on your pretty toes that he chose and paid for while wearing heels also paid for by him.
He had been more aggressive that night, hands pressing against your soft flesh as he rammed his hips deep inside of your cunt. Back arched and ankles on his shoulders, you were too blissed out to notice him turning and groaning into your foot, completely intoxicated.
Next was the massages. Even then, you hadnât blinked twice when Kento insisted on giving you a foot massage when you emerged from your night shower. Walking the streets of Tokyo in your work heels left your feet aching and sore, so you thought your boyfriend was an angel to relieve some of the pain. Watching your favorite dramas and sipping on merlot, you werenât aware of the soft moans that escaped your lips when Kentoâs thumbs kneaded on particular parts of your foot. It just felt good to have that tension eased and mind a little fuzzy with wine.Â
Fuzzy like the lavender socks you wear at home. It felt wrong to find your cute socks so arousing, but Kento couldnât help it. They were all endearing in various colors and fun prints. Then there were the stockings and thigh high socks that accentuated the pretty arch of your foot, making him imagine it curled over hisâ
Kento cleared his throat, muscled thighs spreading apart as blood began to rush down. âFeels better, love?â
âHm?â you peeled your eyes away from the lover interest on tv making a fool of himself. Itâs then that you realized your feet no longer ached from the stress of the day. Unknowingly pushing your boyfriend's limits, you wiggled your toes cutely. âYeah, so much better, actually! Thanks, sweetheart. Want another glass?âÂ
Feeling hot in his own skin, Kento tersely nodded. His jaw clenched until he willed his arousal to dissipate, which was difficult when your socked feet were still perched over his thighs.Â
Much like now. Those instances were the first of many, and it took you some time to notice a pattern and the changes in your boyfriend. Once you took notice, you began to test out your hunch that had felt far-fetched at first, but soon became apparent.Â
Kento had a foot fetish. Your boyfriend had a foot fetish and became aroused by your feet. Not only your feet, but your socks, stockings, and tights as well. Even the dainty toe rings you experimentally bought had him pressing you up against the elevator, too impatient to wait until you were home.Â
It felt perverted and depravedâwords you wouldnât use to describe Nanami Kento. But when you thought about it, it was fitting considering how lewd he can be beneath his composed exterior. Itâs what you loved about him, how well he hid his freakish thoughts. Only you were privy to his desires and youâd do almost anything to indulge him.Â
Determined as ever, you hadnât expected it all to play out the way it did. It wasnât perfectly planned out on a romantic night with you dressed in brand new lingerie and stockings. You werenât temptingly laid out for Kento on your king sized bed with sweet scented candles lit around the room.Â
Through the balcony door, the living room was bathed in an orange glow as the sun began to dip below the horizon. It was cracked open slightly, and the fresh autumn breeze had you rubbing your legs together. You two were settled on the couch in a way you often did, with Kento on one end and you on the other. He was sitting with his back against the couch facing forward, book in hand, while you sat horizontal, knees bent and feet over his lap.Â
You were scrolling on your phone, stretching your legs every now and then, pushing Kento further and further until he was reading the same sentence over and over. Giving up, he glanced down with a clenched jaw at your legs. The weather was finally transitioning away from the heat of the summer into cool autumn, so you were wearing a short cream colored thick sweater dress paired with matching socks that ended inches above your knees.Â
The hem of your dress had risen up with your movements, exposing more of your plush thighs that Kento wanted to bite into. But his eyes were fixed on your feet, the thin fabric of your socks accentuating the pretty shape. Preoccupied with whatever you were watching, you continued to rub against his thighs, inching higher and closer to his hardening cock. This time, Kento made no attempt to stop himself from fully hardening.Â
Heâd had enough. Intoxicated by your small feet right over his lap, covered in long soft cream socks, he wanted nothing more but to give in to his pleasure.Â
Setting his book aside, he let out a low sigh as your heel began brushing over his cock. He was fully hard now and you immediately halted your movements when you felt the familiar thickness of his cock. Your mouth opened in a gasp.Â
âWhatââ
âDonât stop.â
His deep voice cut through the quiet twilight air. The only other sound was your phone plopping against the couch, having slipped from your fingers in your shock.Â
Still, you stared in disbelief at what was right in front of you. The bulge of Kentoâs meaty cock was right beneath the soles of your feet, hot and heavy. Had he really gotten fully hard just from this? The thought was surprisingly thrilling.Â
âK-Kento? Are you sure thatââ
Kento clicked his tongue in disapproval. âMy love, donât make me repeat myself.â
The authority in his voice was sharp and deep; it left no room for disobedience. It was an order despite the fact that his voice never raised from its usual low resonance. Kento never had to yell or curse to get his point acrossâitâs one of the things you found most attractive about him. It made you docile and eager to please.Â
Settling into that comforting space where you placed all of your trust in the man across from you, you nodded. Biting your lip, you resumed your movements, pressing your soft soles over your boyfriend's bulge. The fabric was thin enough that you felt how big he was so acutely, heavy cock hidden beneath the wool blend of his slacks and the soft cotton of his boxer briefs. You curled your toes slightly, thinking maybe youâd have a better grip, when Kento suddenly groans roughly.Â
Heâs unbuttoning the first two buttons of his linen shirt with one hand while the other rests possessive over your thigh. Raising his hips ever so slightly, he keeps his gaze fixed on your pretty feet massaging his cock.Â
âKeep going.â he says, licking his lips as he watches intently. Those chocolate brown eyes you love have grown hazy with need. You nod dumbly, even though heâs not looking at you and put more force down on your feet. Spreading your toe, you make your way down to where the head of his cock has begun leaking through the fabric. âThatâs it, love. Just like that, keep going.â
The perversion of it all makes your cunt pulse with need. By the time that Kento orders you to stop, youâre sure that your underwear is soaked with your juices. You pull back slightly, unsure of what happens next, but then your boyfriend begins undoing his belt. Itâs slow and methodical as usual despite the fact that his chest is heaving slightly, the handmade leather sliding through the loops of his slacksâand you know exactly how that belt feels slapping lightly against the bare skin of your ass and back of your thighsâbefore being placed on the side table beside him.Â
Youâre becoming needier by the second, reaching down to play with your pussy as heâs unbuttoning his pants. Watching his large hands pull down the zipper, you run your index finger along your underwear. Youâre much wetter than expected, the fabric sliding easily over your drooling cunt, making you whimper.
âLet me see it, angel.â
With a breathy gasp, you spread your knees apart for Kento, giving him a full view of you sliding your panties to the side and revealing that sweet cunt to him. His lips quirk up slightly, unable to resist the temptation of reaching over to rub a thumb along your folds, gathering your juices before bringing the digit to his tongue.Â
Humming low in his throat, Kento leans over to give you a quick kiss. âYou donât know how long Iâve wanted this.â
Your lip juts out slightly in a pout at the confession. âYou shouldâve told me, Kento. Why didnât you?â
He sighs, pulling back to his previous position. âI wasnât sure how to approach it. Itâsâdeviant. I know that, and didnât wish to burden you in case it made you uncomfortable.âÂ
âBut we justâŚthis just happened.âÂ
âI know,â he closes his eyes, as if heâs done something unforgivable. Even so, he makes no move to stop whatâs happening. âI lost judgment, I couldnât control myself. YouâreâŚvery irresistible.â
Playfully toeing along along his thighs, right by his leaking cock but never touching it,
the smile you grace him with is dangerous. âSo, you liked the toe rings then? Ruby is your birthstone, yâknow. I got that one just for you, daddy.â
You see the moment it dawns on him that you knew on some level. His pupils have dilated, merely a brown ring. Thatâs when you use your toe to tug on the elastic of his boxer briefs.Â
âIâll make you feel so good,â you murmur, coyly peering up at him through your lashes. âLet me show you, please?â
Things were heading in this direction, but you know how Kento goes crazy for obedience and a sweet plea from you. Breathing out through his nose and jaw clenched tight, Kento slides his slacks and briefs down to mid thigh.
His dick stands upright, almost slapping against the trail of trimmed blonde hairs below his navel. Itâs flushed a dark pink, the fat tip leaking precome down the long shaft. Kento takes care of himself very well, so he not only looks good but also tastes goodâbetter than any other man youâve been with.Â
As impatient as you are to touch him, you wait for Kentoâs cue to do so; a mere flick of his wrist. He doesnât verbally reward you when you listen, but the grunt he lets out at your feet touching his bare cock is reward enough. The feel of the ridges and veins along his dick feel strange beneath the soles of your feet and the thought alone makes you feel hot.Â
It feels brand new to explore his cock this way, completely different than mouthing at it, grasping it in your fist, or rubbing your cunt along it. You press your heel against his big heavy balls, rubbing hard the way he likes before sliding your foot down to press your toes against them. Kentoâs hips slightly cant up against your foot, desperate in a way you rarely see from him.
His tip is drooling now, catching against the cotton of your socks. Kento sighs when your toes wiggle at the sudden dampness, transfixed as you search for a rhythm. Itâs better than he ever imagined, all those times he got himself off in the shower at the thought of your feet. Your cute toes, the pretty arch, and those soft heels he wanted to bite into.Â
Itâs disgusting and he fucking loves it.Â
âGet me off with them,â he pants out, voice raspy and hoarse and driven wild with lust. âDo it until I come all over those pretty feet, princess.â
And then you trap his cock with both of your feet, doing your best to keep a firm grip on him. His skin is hot and wet with his own arousal, and you fully coat him in it. The contrast between your soft white socks and his hard flushed cock stirs something inside of you.
âOh, thatsâŚâ you trail off in a whisper, watching as you begin to jerk his dick with your feet in a steady rhythm. Itâs so fucking lewd to see your cute socks being used like this, becoming stained with Kentoâs precome. âDaddy, this looks so hot. Mmm, âm really wet.â
The little gasps and mewls that escape your puffy lips make Kento's mouth dry. He begins fucking his hips up to match your movements, fucking those beautiful feet of yours and ruining you forever.
Kento curses, head tipping back against the back of the couch. Every little curl and twitch of your toes, every feel of your curved arch has him dizzy with need. He feels his blood hot beneath his skin, abdomen tightening with an overwhelming lust.
"Fuck," he growls, fucking you sloppy and he almost can't recognize himself. It's exhilarating. "Faster, baby, shitâfaster. I'm almost there, just a bitânnghâa bit more."
His words come out in heavy pants, but you rapidly nod along like his perfect girl. You squeeze and jerk his dick and he just watches himself fuck into your feet, cursing and grunting until the tension that's built inside of him completely snaps, and he comes with a long moan. His come spurts up, more than usual and landing on your toes and top of your feet.
Kento thinks he blacks out for a few seconds.
âLook,â you say suddenly with a breathy giggle. When Kento opens his eyes that he doesnât remember closing, heâs faced with the pretty sole. Not only is it small and cute, but the light fabric is soaked with his spunk. âIâm all messy now, but I donât think youâd mind this mess, hm?â
He can see a bit of your skin now, and suddenly he has the urge to suck his juices off from your sock. So he does. Lightly grasping your ankle, Kento ignores your little yelp as he licks from the bottom of your foot to your toes. Your sock is soft against his tongue, pressed so close to your skin, and then Kento tastes his own come. Moaning, he takes your toes into your mouth, sucking the small digits and pressing the tip of his tongue in between.
#WHEN I TELL YOU I ACTUALLY DON'T LIKE FEET#THIS IS SO.....#the romantic header is so funny tho đ¤#BUT IT'S FITTING FOR NANAMI DON'T LIE#he just looks like a weird freak#underneath all that#nanami x reader#nanami x oc#nanami x y/n#nanami x yn#jjk smut#jjk x reader#nanami smut#nanami kento x y/n#nanami kento x reader#nanami x you#nanami kento
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Hi!
Could I request headcanons of TRIGGER (separately) with a baker s/o who loves making sweets and treats for them, especially when they do a good job?
SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS.
Your treats are only surpassed in sweetness by your tender kisses.
ft. Yaotome Gaku, Kujo Tenn, Tsunashi Ryunosuke x gn! reader.
cw/genre: fluff.
This is such a cute request, nonnie ! Thank you so much <3 Iâm sorry it took so long⌠I hope you still like it !
⥠YAOTOME GAKU
â Gaku is so in love. Not just because of the way you go out of your way to make something nice for him, but because you are just so⌠precious.
â Words of kindness and praise leave your lips with the same ease as powdered sugar coats his every time he eats the pastries you make.
â Steely eyes scan the kitchen, afternoon sunlight filtering in, seemingly threaded around you as you move about to prepare another batch of the sweet addiction.
â However, to your lover, watching you is sweet enough; akin to the first drops of nectar, leaving him longing for more, the rose-colored instants in which you lay between his arms.
â With a smile, you turn around, stealing a fleeting kiss from him, the taste of glazed sugar present from the treat you had a taste of (Gaku insisted, you had prepared them, after all).
â However, he wants more.
â So, putting down the confectionery he was eating, your boyfriend catches your wrist, pulling you over his lap.
â In sweet scented silence, a few seconds pass.
â Then, TRIGGERâs leader is leaning in. And powdered sugar merges with your lipgloss when he kisses you, an amalgamation of tenderness and hunger.
â And, well, who are you to resist?
â You kiss him back with just as much fervor, thinking youâll bake extra treats for him if it means kisses this sweet.
â There are other times, youâre working up until the late hours of the evening, when your boyfriend shows up. The bell over the shopâs door announces his arrival just as the sun gives you two some privacy, as it dips behind the faraway skyline.
â In these instances, even if not many words are exchanged between you two, you feel at peace.
â The scent of baked goods lingers, as Gaku helps you arrange some boxes and materials youâll need for tomorrowâs shift.
â And as always, youâve saved your best piece for him.
â Today, the silver of the constellations peeking through the window mirrors in the decoration of the cupcake youâve reserved for him.
â The glazing is in his image color, a moon motif decorating the sweet in swirling patterns.
â And, to Gaku, the sight of you holding the pretty treat for him to take is brighter than the stars outside he doesnât bother looking at.
â What would be the use, when his dream come true is right in front of him, offering him minutes of borrowed dusk, coated in sugar?
⥠KUJO TENN
â Tenn gets that soft look in his eyes every time his shared apartment fills with the scent of just baked cookies.
â As much as he claims to work hard for the sake of his fansâ smiles, going back home to you is what really puts a smile on his angelic features, the warmth of sugary air wrapping around him as his childhood blankets did.
â He lets out a soft chuckle, as he hears you humming one of his groupâs songs when he enters the kitchen.
â Youâre so focused on preparing the ingredients youâll be needing, you havenât yet noticed your boyfriendâs presence.
â Only when familiar arms wrap around your middle, and the softness of his snowy hair brushes against your cheek, do you realize an angel has arrived at your doorstep.
â Your loverâs long lashes flutter closed, akin to the gentle caress of angel wings, as he says:
âMade some for me, my love?â
â A trail of kisses over the column of your neck is left in his wake, until his lips reach the shell of your ear, a whisper of âmissed youâ making your heart skip a beat.
â Tenn always loved watching from behind as you baked, even when you were still kids and you were just learning.
â You remember it as if it all happened yesterday, how heâd stop by your familyâs bakery every day after school, those huge rose colored eyes of his curiously looking over your shoulder as you attempted to make donuts for the first time.
â The shape was a little crooked, but to nine year old Tenn, they looked a little like hearts.
â Like the ones in his eyes when he looks at you.
â âOf course I made some for you.â You tell him, turning around, as you feed him a pink cookie with strawberry topping. âSay aaah-â You tease him, putting the sweet treat near his lips.
â However, charm and flustering you are your boyfriendâs specialty.
â So, clasping your hand in his, he takes the cookie from you with his teeth.
â âSweet like you, my love.â Tenn whispers, leaving a fleeting kiss on your lips, before walking away to get changed, while you stand there, face burning, as the cookies in the oven almost do.
â On other occasions, when TRIGGER has live performances, youâre always there with Tenn in the green room, and naturally, youâve made sure to prepare a special prize for him after the concert.
â A box wrapped in a pretty package waits for him backstage, topped with your loving hugs and sweet smiles.
â Soft kisses are exchanged between you and the angelic idol, as Ryu and Gaku give you some privacy, smiling knowingly.
â Both because theyâre sure to tease their younger friend afterwards, and because you always made sure to bring sweets for them, after all.
⥠TSUNASHI RYUNOSUKE
â Ryu wants to bake with you every time he sees you working on a new or old recipe.
â He loves cooking! And would love to learn how to bake too, especially if it's with you teaching him.
â He flusters when you take his hands to guide him, the pretty pink of the strawberries prepared to decorate the small cakes tinting his cheeks.
â TRIGGERâs eldest can feel his heart racing, face flaring up in the same warmth of the naturally lit kitchen.
â You let out a soft laugh at his shy expressions, the sunlight streaming in, illuminating his eyes, akin to mirrors into the afternoonâs molten rays.
â Your lover especially enjoys moments like this in the quiet of your bakery, before opening hours.
â The cozy atmosphere inside the shop contrasts with the freeze of first dawn, the coppery accents and wooden decorations making for a comforting ambiance.
â That, paired with the lingering sugar in the air, is enough to make one believe theyâve stepped into a fairytale, sunrise capturing the small dust particles in midair.
â And to Ryu, that is exactly where he is; amidst a silent paradise, where your light and song are the foundations of his world.
â There is an inherent tenderness in these transient moments you spend together before the morning fully settles.
â You reach a hand towards your boyfriendâs sculpted jawline, brushing away some remnants of flour.
â He smiles, noses brushing together, as you lean in for a sweet kiss.
â Waking up early, just for these stolen dream-like states was so worth it.
â Although Ryu knows Tenn is going to scold him if he underperformsâŚ
â And, even though the latter means well, you know of his⌠angry cat tendencies, so you always ensure Ryu has something sweet and energizing to eat on his way to work.
â He adores it, every single time.
â It is you and your pastries that always seem to come to his aid in trying times, after all.
â Like that time he had to perform alone, only blue lights coloring a stage he carried on his shoulders for his friends.
â Guilt hung over Ryu in ashen clouds, blaming himself for the downfall of his group.
â However, in that murky night, a sliver of moon seemed to smile at him from behind the clouds, in the form of your outstretched hand, that offered him a box of homemade cookies.
â Gazing up at the night sky from his balcony, the saccharine taste of the biscuits assuages his anguish, if only a little.
â When the moonlight illuminates the treats, shades of blue, pink and silver shine in the night.
â A sign for better days and immense success to come.
â Of course, with you by his side.
#idolish7#idolish7 x reader#idolish7 imagines#ainana#ainana x reader#idolish7 hadcanons#kujo tenn#yaotome gaku#tsunashi ryunosuke#i7#idolish7 fluff#idolish7 scenarios#kujo tenn x reader#tenn kujo#yaotome gaku x reader#gaku yaotome#tsunashi ryunosuke x reader#ryunosuke tsunashi#idolish7 x you#idolish7 x y/n#anime x reader#anime imagines
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Constellations shadowpeach ask:
What would Macaque do if he woke up and found Wukong in a manic state after a nightmare? How should he comfort him?
Hm! This is a bit of a spoiler, but what the hell.
If Wukong and Macaque were in close enough proximity to each other, Wukong wouldn't have nightmares at all. Macaque is able to soothe the shadows of the mind and heart, and this can be utilized to quell fear and dispel nightmares. Macaque would simply ease Wukong's heart and mind before slumber to prevent nightmares from happening.
Like, for instance, if they were forced together again due to unknown circumstances (đ), Macaque would just take it upon himself to make sure Wukong slept soundly.
But! For the sake of this ask, let's do away with that and ask: If Macaque didn't have that power, what would he do? And also, if they were on better terms and not fighting as they are...currently.
Well, he'd first ask if Wukong was okay with being touched, and if so (Wukong's always ok with Macaque touching him) then he'd hold Wukong in his arms and help him calm down with soothing touches and soft words. đ Doing all of the affectionate touches Wukong likes, like having his head and back scratched, maybe some gentle kisses ... Macaque would definitely purr because he knows Wukong likes that sound and it's pleasing to him.
And he'd ask Wukong to talk about the nightmare. Whether Wukong takes him up on that is another matter entirely đ
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Abby and Townsend Headcanons
Things that Edward Townsend loves about Abigail Cameron:
Her eyes. Those gorgeous green eyes. They're a mix of hazel tones and emerald hues with a brightness to them that goes beyond the colour. Townsend doesn't stand a chance against them.
Abby has this walk. He can't tell if it stems from her legs or her hips, or what it really is about her movements that are so mesmerizing. All he knows is that his heartbeat still jumps at the sight of Abigail Cameron walking towards him.
Her hair. It's true that Abigail Cameron could be the star of a shampoo commercial, but it isn't so much the look of it as it is the feel of it. The most at peace Townsend's ever felt is falling asleep with her head on his chest and his fingers in her hair, while he wonders how it is that the strongest and bravest woman he's ever known can still be so soft and gentleâand how on earth is he the one who gets to hold her?
Her smile. Her laugh. Her generally sunny disposition. He's seen it win over assets, diffuse the tensest of situations, and coax out the kind of information that people would usually take to the grave before giving up. As much as it's part of her spycraftâher charisma, her charm, and everything that makes her magnetic and unforgettable and Abigail Cameronâhe knows that it's just as much a part of her. He doesn't ever want to think about what his life would be like without her constant bursts of sunlight.
Her scars. As much as he hates to think about how she got them and who put them there, each one is a testament to perhaps the truest fact about Abigail Cameron: she isn't one to sit back and watch the people she cares about get hurt. Once he would have seen them as the markings of her rather reckless character, but he's come to understand and admire the constellation that she's acquired over the course of her career. He always makes sure to kiss every single one.
Her heart. It's the compulsive catalyst that sends her jumping in front of bullets. It's the reason behind every scar she's ever collected. It's what keeps her fighting for whoever is lucky enough to be loved by her, and from it blooms a kind of loyalty that he'd never want to be on the other side of. And really, it's her heart that made him fall in love with her. He'll love it as long as his own is beating.
Things that Abigail Cameron loves about Edward Townsend:
His eyes. They're a piercing icy blue that makes Abby melt every time. With the help of his height, Abby could spot them across a dark, crowded room in an instance.
His voice, and more specifically, his accent. It has a certain effect on her and that's all I'm going to say about that...
Townsend is such a nerd. He always seems to know the most obscure historical facts about England, he's read The Lord of the Rings more than ten times (at this point, Abby highly suspects the man knows Elvish), and his favourite book is The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, of which he has multiple editions. "Seriously, you think I have too many pairs of shoes, but you have eightânine copies of Sherlock Holmes?" "You do have too many pairs of shoes." "NINE COPIES?!?" "What's your point, Abigail?" "It's the same book!" As much as she teases him about it, there's just something about his intellect and academic quirks that gets to her.
Townsend has this soft, tempered smile that almost entirely belongs to Abby, and she totally knows it. Over the years, Abby sees it slip onto Townsend's face for Zach, for Cammie, for their own kids, and all of Abby's family that Townsend now considers his own. It makes her love it even more.
His arms. They're where she finds peace, where she calls home. She's never been a woman that needs saving, but the safest she ever feels is when his arms are around her, holding her tight. Somehow everything always becomes quiet and slow, and she feels she finally knows what it is to be loved.
Townsend is stoic. He's the strong and silent type to a T. And while Abby enjoys the thrill that comes from getting a rise out of him, there's nothing else that grounds her moreâthat comforts her more than his quiet and confident nature. He's the calm, still, blue water to her wild and raging storm. She's pretty sure she'd be lost at sea without him.
#Abby x Townsend headcanons#as promised#Gallagher Girls#Gallagher Girls Series#Abigail Cameron#Edward Townsend#Tabby#also thank you to anyone who has ever written anything about these two#specifically averagejoesolomon#your writing has inspired many headcanons
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Constellation of Six [Revised]
The December Josiah turned seven, his brother Mikaiah was born, his mother died, and a new companion named Tamett came to live in the royal household. But letâs flash back to late summer before all that, when the family dynamic was rather different, when six-and-a-half-year-old Josiah had other concerns on his mindâŚ
The intended point of this story was to offer insight into why Josiah is the way he is. This isn't his complete origin story, but a glimpse into what he has since lost. We see his relationship with his family (especially with his beloved mother), how Nyella and Odren parented him, the beginnings of traits that would become more ingrained as he gets older, the source of habits of behavior and thought still present later. The relationships among the rest of the family are also important and should explain the dynamics we see in Books 2 and 3.
I've made some modifications from the previous version. These include:
using "Josiah" instead of "Josia" for clarity and consistency (I didn't want to use Liennese spellings for every name--Ayra would be spelled "Era," for instance)
adjustments to wording
expanded passages of dialogue
clearer indications that Nyella is already pregnant with Mikaiah
additional passages of Josiah's inner monologue
So here's the revision! How does (or doesn't) it work for you? How can I make it better?
Josiah hazarded one foot out of bed, certain the very furniture could hear the floor as it creaked beneath him. By daylight, the chairs, cupboards, and tables of his nursery were a solid, comforting presence, but now, utter darkness had transformed them into vague shapes impossible to rely on. Josiah hated nighttime. Nothing stayed the same. Never had he been more betrayed by his world than tonight.
Which was why he needed to be his very bravest and venture out into the corridor. He wiped his face with his sleeve, set his jaw, and stumbled across the room, trying his best to tiptoe. The crunch of the carpet with each step made him shudder. At last he found the doorknobâor rather, it found his faceâand slipped out.
He had never been in the corridor by himself in the dark before, and he expected further unknown terrors. But a few dimmed lights shone high on the walls, reminding him why he needed to continue. If anyone caught him, he might get sent back to bedâand he couldnât sleep in that nursery without a light, he just couldnât!Â
So he ranâran as he never had before, as if he had never been forbidden to run indoors, as if all the creatures of the night were at his back. Perhaps they were. He dared not look over his shoulder.
Nor did he slow down once he reached the stairs. He remembered to safely hold the rail, but he went bumping dangerously down each step until he burst out downstairs.Â
He didnât need to count the doors. Even in his sleep his feet would have remembered the exact one he needed. It was open a crack, as if he were expected, and he let himself in. The empty room at first sent the beginnings of a sob through him, until he saw the open door to the balcony.
There sat Mama, her eye to one of her long telescopes in its three-legged stand and her hand rapidly writing or sketching something. Josiah flung himself at her, buried his face in the soft white ruffles of her loose gown, and broke down immediately.
At once, her arms were around him. âYozi? Whatâs wrong? What are you doing up?â
âI couldnât sleep,â he choked out. âMy nightlight isnât lighted.â
âDid it go out?â
âAyra didnât light it!â he announced with smug dissatisfaction. âShe left me alone in the dark.â
âAnd where is she now?â
âI donât know. She and Ateva wouldnât let me go with them.â
âSo you came here all by yourself to find me? Thatâs my brave boy.â She kissed his forehead. One last sob shuddered out. âOh, no need for that. Youâre here now. I think youâll live, donât you?â
He sniffed and nodded solemnly.
âIâll speak to Ayra later,â she added in a very different voice. âBut thereâs no point in being awake and not enjoying it. Come and look with me. Letâs see some stars. Up with you. I think you can still fit.â
Josiah nestled unsteadily onto her knees. There had been less and less room for him lately in her lap, and it wasnât the most comfortable seat, but he had no intention of budging. The dark couldnât get him when she was there.Â
âSee,â said Mama, âthe darkâs really nothing to be afraid of. Not when thereâs a sky full of stars. Youâre never alone beneath them. They make the night beautiful.âÂ
He had never thought of it that way before, but she was right. The summer evening warmed him through till he couldnât tremble if he had wanted to, and the friendly lights in the sky warded off the darkness. A final trickleâthe last trace of his cryâdripped from his nose. He swept it away with the back of his hand.
âNow,â said Mama, âwhat would you like to look at first?â
âI want to see the brothers!â he said.
âWho? Oh, the twins! I donât think theyâre out this time of year. But there are other constellations out. Do you want to see a dragon instead?â
âDragons arenât real.â
âNo, but this is one from a story. Heâs right next to a warrior whoâs going to fight him.â
That sounded like a very silly story. Josiah knew all about real battles from the books in Papaâs library, and they were nothing like that. âI want to see what youâre looking at.â
She put the telescope to his eye, and he squinted at the array of twinkling lights. They seemed to be sprinkled through the sky at random. Important stars that people gazed at made pictures. He tried to imagine the lines that might connect these stars into something sensible, but all he could see was clustered meaningless dots, like an ink splatter that earned one a scolding.
âI canât see it! Thereâs nothing there!â he cried. âIâm looking at the wrong ones.â
âDo you see the stars? Then youâre in the right place. Thatâs exactly what Iâm looking at. These donât form any particular constellation. But theyâre very bright, so Iâm thinking about exactly what kinds of stars they are.â
And she told him about how not all stars were the same, how they came in many colors, how some were hotter and some colder and some farther away, and how there were ladies (âand some gentlemen too,â she added) at the university right now who were thinking up new ways to put the different stars in order.
âLike your books, Yozi. You like to line them up a certain wayâby title, right? But someone else, like Ateva, might arrange books by color, or size.â
âThe wrong way,â he said.
âNot wrong, but different. All the astronomers have different ideas about types of stars, so they talk about it and try to figure out the best way to do it.â
âWhoâs winning?â
Mama laughed. âEveryone. Theyâll probably use a little bit of all sorts of ideas.â
âI want to be the one to find the right way.â
âAnd perhaps you will someday. They can call it...the Yozi system.â
He glared at her reproachfully. âNo, itâs the Prince Josiah system. Because itâs important.â
âOh, of course, pardon me.â
âBut,â he conceded, âthe Prince Josiah and Mama system would be all right too.â
âAfter me? Iâm honored.â
He returned to the eyepiece. âThere are...six stars,â he announced, holding up fingers to reinforce the point. He might as well embark on his grand career at once, for Papa always said that one couldnât begin achieving excellence too soon.Â
âThere are. And do you want to make up a constellation out of them?â
âCan we?â
âOf course! Thatâs how all constellations start.â
âBut you canât make them up. They come with the sky.â
âPerhaps this one hasnât been discovered yet. And weâll be the very first ones.â As he bounced with excitement, she shifted him forward a little, away from her front. âWhat are you going to call it?â
âSix People.â
âThat sounds very...factual.â
âThe dots are their heads. You canât see the rest of them because theyâre wearing black.â
âWhy are they wearing black? Are they in mourning?â
âNo. They just like it.â
âI see. And who are the people? Constellations need proper names.â
He counted them off. âJosiah, Mama, Papa, Ateva, Ayra, and my brother.â
She hesitated before saying brightly, âYour...imaginary brother?â
âNo. The one Iâm going to get.â
âReally?â She readjusted the folds of her gown. âWhat makes you think that?â
âI want one.â That was usually enough reason, wasnât it?
âWhat if it were a sister?â
He wrinkled his nose. âNo, we already have too many of those. I want someone to play with me.â
âI see. Well, letâs talk to Papa about it.â
âTalk to me about what?â The other door off the balcony opened, and Papa emerged from his private study in his shirtsleeves, wearing his spectacles and clutching a bundle of papers. His tie was missing. âJosiah,â he said, âwhat are you doing up? You need your rest, and you shouldnât bother your mother.â
Josiah shrank back. âI didnât mean to bother her.â
He started to slide off her knees, but Mama held him back. âHe wanted to stargaze with me tonight. Heâs like me, canât sleep when the heavens are so beautiful.â
The conversation, once Papa bent to kiss her and murmur something in her ear, ceased to interest Josiah. Finally Papa patted his shoulder and said, âDonât stay out too late then,â and Josiah knew he could stay as long as he liked.
âThis young man,â said Mama, âwould like a brother.â She paused, as if she had just made a joke. Josiah didnât know why. There was nothing funny about his urgent need.
âWell, if our clever little plan works outâŚâ said Papa, bending down to put a long arm around her waist and whisper in her ear again. Mama turned pink and smiled.
âI was thinking that we might try finding him a friend. Someone his age to keep him company. Heâll be starting with the new tutors soon, and thereâll be no one else in the schoolroom. Perhaps not for several years,â she added quickly, glancing down at the studiously listening Josiah.
âWe canât bring in just anyone, though. There are so few who would make a suitable companion for the Hope of Lienne. Did you have anyone in mind?â
âNot off the top of my head, but I hardly know anyoneâs children here.â
âI do,â said Papa grimly. âAnd I envy you. We canât afford to let in any bad influences, especially at this stage. Iâm sorry, Josiah, but you do perfectly well on your own, donât you? You donât need anyone to do lessons with. No one would be able to keep up with you anyway.â
Josiah put out his lip. âI want a brother,â he said in a dangerously petulant tone, prepared to explain more emphatically if they still didnât understand.
âPrince Josiah,â began Papa sternly, but instead of scolding, he checked his pocket watch and turned back toward his study, saying, âNyella, would you talk sense to him?â
âOdren? Where are you going?â said Mama.
He held up his papers. âBusiness, darling. Youâll have to excuse me.â
âOh, that can wait. Youâve been at it all night. Youâve earned a rest. Shall we ring for chocolate and make a regular gazing party of it? We can talk about this another day.â She laid a long-fingered, soothing hand on Josiahâs and squeezed it, as if wringing out his temper. He remembered to take a slow breath and blow the last of it away. There was no need to be angry. Mama understood, and she would see to it that he got what he wanted.
âTempting, darling, butââ Papa hesitated. âWait for me?â
âYou have exactly...â She fished out her watch brooch from among the ruffles. âForty-three minutes before the invitation expires.â
Papaâs eyes glinted at the challenge. âThirty-five at least, see if I donât.â
âDo it in thirty and IâllâŚâ She stopped herself. âWell...youâll be glad you did.â
Once he had dashed away, Mama rang for the chocolate and some biscuits. âNo sense in making you wait for it, Yozi,â she said. âI get cross when I havenât had my chocolate either. Oh,â she said to her maid, âif you see the princesses, send them in please. I want to speak to them.â
Ayra came shuffling in shortly afterward, hands in her pockets, with Ateva in her wake, forehead furrowed, babbling a flow of garbled apologies. Mama nudged Josiah off her knees and pushed herself up slowly by the arms of her chair to look down at the girls from her full height. She was only a few inches shorter than Papa (who went on for miles), and next to her Josiahâs elder sisters looked as insignificant as they really were.
âI understand,â said Mama in her sweetest tones, âthat you thought it was a fine idea to leave your little brother alone in a dark room. Would you care to tell me more about this, ladies?â
âIâm so sorry!â cried Ateva. âWe didnât mean to, only we were in such a hurry and your brothers were waiting and I really didnât want to leave him like that butââ
âI have no doubt it wasnât your idea, Ateva, but then,â said Mama, crossing her arms, âyou were not the one asked to see that he was put to bed.â She turned to Ayra.
Ayra met her gaze sullenly. âI wasnât the one engaged as his nursemaid either.â
âIâm sorry that one task was too much to ask on a night when his nurse is off and I had an important meeting.âÂ
âMust have been rather a short important meeting. If you have time for this.â Ayra raised her eyebrows at the telescope.
âWhat I do with my own leisure time is none of your business, young lady. And I was unaware that your timetable was so full.â
âIt was, in fact. Full of entertaining your brothers. But I did put him to bed, no thanks to them, so I donât see what the problem is.â
âYou neglected his nightlight. And goodness knows what else.â
âI forgot. It was an honest mistake. And if he needs it so badly, he can light it himself.â
âIâm not allowed to play with fire,â said Josiah virtuously.
âYouâre also not allowed to stay up past your bedtime fooling around with your uncles.â
He was almost certain Ayra had made up that rule. Only Mama and Papa could tell him what to do, so he neednât listen to her.
âYour brother,â said Mama, âis six years old. You were the one given a responsibility. He needs your help, and you left him alone in the dark to cry. I hope thatâs not how you plan to treat your own children someday.â
Ateva gave Ayra a pointed look, but Ayra said nothing.Â
âShow her the watch,â said Ateva. âShow her.â
Ayra fished a reluctant hand out of her pocket and uncurled her scratched fingers to reveal a mound of pocket watch insides and shards of glass amid the wreckage of their former home.
Once when Josiah had been taken for a walk in the royal park, he had nearly stepped on a bird that some cat had left in the path, with all its feathers and bits strewn about. He couldnât look at it without feeling sick, and the sensation returned at the sight of the once-beautiful watch. Its polished gold was engraved with delicate curling designs on both sides around an ornate O and an inscription inside that Josiah hadnât been able to read since it was in Faysmondian. Besides, the watch hadnât been in his hand long enough.
âJosiah broke it,â said Ateva. âHe took it from Ayra when she told him to go to bed and then he dropped it on the floor. And Iâm sure he probably didnât mean to, butâitâs awfully important, it was Mamaâs, and he didnât even say he was sorry and itâs just not fair to Ayra. She wasnât going to mention it but I thought you should know.â
Mama surveyed the damage. âDid you break it, Yozi?â
Technically, the floor had broken it. He had barely touched it. He had never expected a drop to the marble floor would so thoroughly destroy the watch. Although Mama would likely understand, Papa might not when he heard, and it might distract him from Ayraâs crimes, which were far worse and required swift justice.
So Josiah widened his eyes in shock and said, âNo!â
Ateva gasped.Â
Ayra clenched the ruined watch back into her fist. âWell, someone broke it, and I know I didnât.â
âHow could you?â said Ateva. âI saw it happen. Ayraâs telling the truth, Your Majesty. You have to believe her!â
Josiah pitied her. A twelve-year-old should be embarrassed to make such a dramatic spectacle of herself. He knew better, and he was only six and a half.
âAteva,â said Mama, âI canât blame you for trying to defend your sister. But honestly, Ayra, at your age this is ridiculous. A pity about your watch, and we can see about having it repaired, but must you blame Josiah? Surely you have more pressing concerns than making my little boy miserable?â
âYouâre doing what?â thundered Papaâs voice. At the commotion, he had burst out of his study to investigate.
Ayra and Ateva, raising pleading eyes to him, both tried at once to present their side, but as Mama stepped in to explain that Ayra hadnât been fulfilling her responsibilities, their faces fell in obvious guilt.
âCome to my study,â Papa said in a terrible voice. They trudged behind him through the door. Atevaâs hair ribbon draggled over her slumped shoulders, but Ayraâs narrow frame had stiffened to resemble a walking clothes rack. The study swallowed them up with a slam of the door.
Mama patted Josiahâs shoulder. âYour father will take care of them, donât worry. I know you wouldnât lie to me. Now, where were we?â
His face burned and his stomach knotted as he returned to her knees. He had lied to Mama. But if he admitted it, she wouldnât think he was a good boy anymore. Josiah was good. He had to be. He had a perfectly good reason to lie.
And with his eye to the telescope again, the beauties of the heavens flooding his vision, and Mamaâs voice surrounding him like an embrace as she told him starsâ names and how far away they lived, he soon forgot any discomfort. He nearly forgot his sisters, except when the muffled rumbles of voices drifted from the closed study.Â
Once the chocolate and biscuits arrived, his attention was entirely diverted. The golden-brown biscuits were stacked double, cut in star shapes in the middle to reveal gobs of raspberry jam within. They crumbled in the mouth, smooth and buttery, answered by the tart, squashy sweetness of the berries. Through increasingly sticky fingers, he demolished three biscuits and washed them down with the chocolate. Despite the warm evening, the heat running down his throat with a stripe of cool cream refreshed him.
He paused mid-sip, surprised, when Papa brought out the girls and lined them up in front of Mama.
âWhat do you say?â he growled.
âIâm sorry, Mother,â recited the girls. Ateva ducked her head, but Josiah didnât miss her red nose and eyes. Ayraâs face had gone blank, and her mouth buttoned shut as soon as the words were out.
And of course Mama graciously forgave them and favored them with a smile as she sent them back to their room without offering them any biscuits and chocolate. The girls exited as they were told, though Ateva glanced over her shoulder at the partially filled tray. Josiah consumed another biscuit with satisfaction, for, as a good child who didnât need a scolding, he had earned it.
âDo you see what I mean, Odren?â said Mama.
âIâm sorry, love. If they ever give you any nonsense again, send them straight to me.â
âOh, I would anyway, but I think a certain someone really could use some company his own age.â
Josiah surfaced from the chocolate glass to remind them. âWhat I want is a brother. Not a stranger.â
âPerhaps youâre right,â said Papa. âIâll start investigating tomorrow. Doesnât BĂśllingfurt have a son about the right age?â
âThree years older, I believe Erna said.â
Papa shook his head. âNo more than a year older, if at all. Iâll ask around.â But his unfinished business demanded attention, leaving Josiah and Mama once more together at the telescope.
âYozi,â she said, âif you were to have a brother, or a sisterâifâI canât promise anything, he or she would be a baby. It would be a long time before that baby would be old enough to play with. And by thenâ Well, you might be away at school. And heâor sheâwould be at home.â
âI donât want to go away to school.â
âYour father wants you to, but not till youâre much older. Youâll want to go by then. And of course you and your brother would love each other and be good friends, but...it wouldnât be quite like what youâre expecting.â
Josiah struggled to wrap his mind around this. As far as he could tell, the whole situation was the result of gross negligence. âI should have been a twin, Mama. Or we should have had a brother much sooner.â He took a long sip of his chocolate and eyed her over the rim of the glass.
âThere wasnât anything I could do about that, even atâoh, Yozi!â Her serious tone turned into laughter. âLook at you!â
âWhat did I do?â She shouldnât laugh; he had raised a perfectly reasonable point.
âCream on your nose! Thatâs not where it goes, silly!â
Josiah permitted himself a slight giggle while she wiped it off with her handkerchief.
âTrying to have a moustache like Papa too, I see,â she said. That got a real laugh out of him. âSee? Thatâs something you could do with a friend that you couldnât with a baby: sharing chocolate. And you could play together and do lessons and practice your music and have adventures together. You canât do that with a stranger. But you can with a friendâmore than that, aâa companion. Wouldnât you like a companion?â
He nibbled another biscuit and thought it over. âI might.â
âI know it would be new, and new things often frighten you. Theyâre strange; you donât know anything about them or what to do. But sometimes new things are much better than you expect. We gazed at stars tonight that are new to us, didnât we? And our household is like that. We discover new members, and they make everything more beautiful. So youâre going to be brave and try it, wonât you? Youâll be kind to your companion and use your best manners and make him feel at home?â
He nodded hesitantly.
âThatâs my good boy.â She kissed the top of his head and offered him the last biscuit.
âPerhaps,â he said, committing to a mouthful before he could admit to himself that he didnât really want a sixth biscuit, âhe would like to see the brothers constellation with us when it comes back later.â
âI promise you, Yozi,â said Mama, âweâll do exactly that in December. It can be a birthday treat.â
âAnd you wonât forget?â
âI wonât if you wonât.â
âI wonât. Never ever ever.â
Once he filed away the promise and locked it in his brain for future reference, he couldnât lose it. December was such a long time to wait, months and months, but he could count on the stars to plod their way through the heavens on time, and Mama to keep her promise, and perhaps even his new companion to stay by his side and listen reverently as Josiah related his astronomical discoveries.
Perhaps he didnât really want a brother after all.
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