#not all of my books have arrived yet though oops

[little-mouse-gardens]

Yandere fae turtles

Random au idea that popped up in my head

Yan turtles spider wick chronicles au? Based on a random scenario i wrote involving my ocs while listening to music from pans labyrinth and the spider wick soundtrack

Also tagging @lexiechr , @souperwrites and @radicallxser, thanks for inspiring these headcannons!

Warning : Mentions of violence, blood, murder, unhealthy relationships, manipulation, kidnapping (I do not condone this behavior in real life. this is only for entertainment purposes only)

Reader moves into an old cottage in the woods and begins renovating it. Like has the ideas layed out on the table and everything.

However, as they move in and begin renovations for their dream cottage…..reader notices something’s…off

Maybe it’s the way the breeze blows likes its whispering their name, or the odd sensation of being watch, but things keep getting stranger.

- Such as things going missing (milk, honey, baked goods, gadgets and gizmos, soft blankets and clothes)

- new expensive items or just things reader wanted appearing on their doorstep with little notes, their garden is blooming in winter. little protective charms start being put up mysteriously, weak stuff to keep the smaller nuisances away. jewelry, coats, and robes with strand symbols.

Though the most worrying is the fact that the chickens they keep around are terrified of the forest at night. The birds usually so bold to follow you around are literally petrified to go past a seemingly invisible line that circles the entire house.

Eventually reader discovers the attic of an old professor who was an expert in fae and nymphology after multiple wierd events keep happening around their house. Oddly, a few pages of the journal are missing in the back. However they do take the time to skim over the books contents and discover they may have a fae Problem.

So, reader deals with problem accordingly.

Learning how to properly but politely decline the gifts left on your porch. Putting up charms of protection and making sure everything is cleansed properly. Even going as far as to leave tiny offerings just outside of the edge of the forest to distract whoever or whatever was doing this.

Lining their house with stones, to ensure that there’s a barrier between your home and the fae.

Though reader reads back on the journey and realizes some forms of offering or giving trinkets can be interpreted as courting……oops

Things get worse.

dead birds and other things start being dropped on your door step, the salt gets blown away in strong gusts of wind from the forest

Just a whole slew of the things that make reader worry about their safety. So they decide to read the professors journals in order to seek answers. Oddly, they notice some of the pages are missing…..

Not realizing they have caught the eyes of the four gaurdians of the forest who all seek to capture them and make reader theirs.

Page by page and day by, reader learns more of who could be behind this never ending line of mysterious events. Especially with the help of mayhem, a small fae they discovered living in the attic who properly helps them learn more about the four kings of the fae and the forest covered mountains.

Reader notices mayhem bringing back things such as adder stones and old pages from the journal during the day, but remaining hidden inside when nightfall comes. Using the adder stones to let mayhem chase of pesky goblins and pixies tormenting their poor chickens.

One day, four handsome strangers arrive in town. Four turtle mutants who each seem particularly affectionate and fond of reader whenever they stop by or run into eachother. Flirting, praises, ect. Yet when they visit they never cross the line of stones.

The brothers come by on occasion, or rather frequently, but are strange around the house and insist on being chilavalorous and being invited in

Not once.

They hang out at the edge of your circle of stones. Often ask if you want to go for a late night walk or to invite them inside your home. ***Don’t. Do. It***

Either they wont leave, or you’ll disappear. And don’t give them your name under any circumstances.

Reader, having studied the journals and noticing mayhems aggression towards them, sense something off with the mysterious strangers who seem to shower them in attention and gifts. So, reader goes back home one evening and spends most of the night piecing together that journal

Page by page and using the old, pencil over some seemingly blank paper to reveal its hidden message indented into parchment. All the while they hear the noises of whispers on the wind. Affectionate but manipulative praises of love to come outside and be with them.

Reader doesn’t fall for it.

And eventually reader discovers the true identities of the turtles once mayhem helps them glue the last page inside.

So, by the fireplace with mayhem protectively flopped over by the front door, reader reads up on the boys true identity’s. Quietly going over the inked lettering bit by but until they’ve remembered everything. Even about the four higher-ups above, the court of four Kings with the same names as the regular four Kings. though reader just refers to the court of four Kings as the peepaws for a bit of comedy relief.

- Raphael : prince of the trolls, giants, often a brute to those who cross him. Steals soft blankets, plush toys and just anything he deems worthy to add to his space of comfort. His den of blankets and nest of comforts. Never cross him, steal what’s his or mess with his brothers unless you want to be brutally beaten to death by a mutant with the strength of a giant. He was the one to take old plushies, pillows, blankets from your home Before your began setting up protective charms

- Leonardo and Donatello : princes of the goblins, hobgoblins and boggarts. A dangerous duo, both together and separated they are cunning. Donnie is calculating and clever, no one has yet to match his genius and will torture those who don’t give him offerings of precious metals of human gadgets. Leonardo is a charming almost smug fae, he’s clever and manipulative to a fault with expensive tastes, he has his ways of getting what he wants and torture is one of them, though his preferred method is illusion and mind games. Leaving old consoles or expensive items outside your house and they’re quickly snatched up by the pair or their people

- Finally there is Michelangelo : princes of the fairies, pixies, brownies and smaller fae who use their creativity and affection to lure their victims. A tad bit spoiled despite his sweet and bubbly demeanor. He will throw a fit for the ages when he doesn’t get what he wants. Appease him with sweets and art supplies if you must. However his sweetness is only reserved for those he wants to reserve it for……I’m not going to say what his methods of disposing of victims are, let’s just say it’s too traumatic for the minds of mankind

It’s suffice to say, a lot of readers items go missing. Got a painting or art supply you left in sight of the window? Suddenly it’s plastered all over Mikey’s own nest. Jewelry that’s broken? Patched up and apart of each of the boys attire. Although important items to reader that they care a lot about are always returned before the end of the day

mayhem usually takes trips outside to find it. Stealing it right from under the boys noses and scampering back to readers house with stolen goods in their jaws.

Occasionally readers neighbor April pops on by to help out. She’s nice….something feels off but she’s nice nonetheless. Though the protective fae circle is slightly crooked in some spots after she leaves.

But once reader is prepared to deal with the boys, they start sitting out on their porch at night. Humming a random tune to their favorite song and quietly making satchets to hang in the doorways. Leaving offerings for smaller fae just outside of the circle. Making sure to make eye contact with any of the bois if they decide to come closer from the treeline.

And they do. They’re head over heels for this person. So of course they would approach, Each ones words Filled with nothing but loving compliments and promises to make reader their partner. To have them rule by their side over their domain.

They live gifts outside the circle, making sure reader sees each of them doing it. they grin and blow kisses, stalking around the circle

That is until they see one of their brothers. It either ends in them having a stare off and duke it out. They’d politely sabotage each other’s gift. Larger gifts over shadowing smaller ones. Making their gifts more eye catching to reader.

sometimes, reader will occasionally tease them back. Saying that it wouldn’t be too bad if they went with one of them on certain conditions. Which practically redoubles the boys efforts to woo their new potential partner. All the while reader goes into sage the house with mayhem glaring at the turtles from the front porch steps.

And each of the boys subjects defiantly do their best to try and help out their king.

Trolls and larger fae sent to help repair readers house

Goblins, and boggarts sent to fetch reader new clothes, expensive objects or things reader likes

Pixies, fairies and brownies to finish house chores, redecorate and replenish the home

All of whom are attempting to convince and argue reader should marry their prince. How their prince would be the perfect husband, how the other fae would love to help reader get settled into their new home in the forest, ect.

Just when reader thinks it couldn’t be more crazy. That’s when they finally catch the eyes of the four kings, previous princes now grown. (Aka the future turtles)

Much more powerful than the princess and certainly more menacing. Handsome, Bigger, more decked out in lavish clothes and jewelry, and covered in scars From fights and other events in their long lives.

Their colors may be a bit more faded than their younger counterparts but they make up for it in sheer presence.

Each one of them absolutely adore reader and are delighted the empty throne by their side will be filled with a loving partner to share their lives with and spoil. Perhaps, just potentially, that nursery in that beautiful sunny spot in the woods could be filled with the soft cries and giggles of an heir they Could care for with tenderness and love.

Now, reader must deal with eight admirers, all of which have tricks of their sleeves.

Much more expensive gifts and even more gestures of goodwill…..

Including leaving young Casey, king Leonardo’s son, in the care of reader. The young boy left on readers porch and convinced this was his new parent he was supposed to bring back home to his family.

Reader almost fell for the whole ‘my dad’s hurt in the woods’ trick, if it wasn’t for the fact mayhem and the chickens kept staring out into the treeline. Watching Leonardo smirking from the shadows with anticipation.

So, reader trusts their gut, and just decides to take the little toddler in and raise them as their own. Feeds him, reads him stories, lullaby’s, plays with him. Ect.

However reader has to constantly remind him not to remove the new protections on the cottage. Though the boy always breaks down in tears and reader always tells him it’s okay and not to do it again. Though when his parent is asleep, he speaks to his fathers and uncles about why his ‘parent’ won’t come home with them and what was he doing wrong.

Eventually, since the peepaws can break through the barriers, reader must go off into the woods to get some random flowers for a wreath they were making. Taking Casey on a small trek into the woods just when the satchets finally wear off.

Giggling and whispers can be heard beckoning reader to the woods over the sound of Casey going on about how happy he was to finally be with his parent, ect.

In the blink of an eye and before mayhem can reach them, reader is whisked off by one of the turtles. Never to be seen again.

Waking up in one of the eights domains of with one of the turtles snuggled up to them. Murmuring about they’ll be so happy there with them, and how they’ll shower them with love and gifts so they can never leave.

Escaping them will be difficult, and after the impromptu wedding. Reader must play the part until the opportunity to escape and rid themselves of the immortality they’ve been granted.

But be warned

They will hunt you down once you do

And you better hope you can make it out of town before they do find you

[kkumawrites]

Here Kitty, Kitty ― Chapter Four CW: food mentions WC: 1.3k

You were sitting in the campus quad, flipping through your chemistry book before class, going over some notes when someone slips into the seat next to you. You furrow your eyebrows and turn to look over, knowing already it was one of the werewolf brothers. He’s already looking at you with a small smirk on his face and all you do is blink at him, questioning why he was suddenly here, sitting next to you. 

“Hey, I’m Junhui. It’s nice to meet you, I think you’ve met some of my brothers?” He asks with a quick flip of his hair and he moves his arm so it’s casually hanging off the bench behind you.

You raise your eyebrow at him. “Yeah, I could tell. You reek the same as them,” A lie, but he didn’t have to know that. His scent was muskier, a hint of something tangy underneath like citrus and it makes your mouth water for just a second.

You introduce yourself nonchalantly, trying to push down the immediate pull you feel towards him, still vehemently denying the attraction you felt for any of them. Jun scoots a little closer to you and the grip you have on your textbook becomes tighter, your heart beating faster as his scent wraps around you. He still has a smirk on his face and you so badly want to wipe it off his face, preferably with your lips. Wait. No. God damnit, can the pull just leave you alone for ONE second? 

“Why do you look so nervous? Sorry, am I too handsome?” The comment pushes you back to your senses as you roll your eyes at the wolf, closing your textbook and pushing it into your bag before moving to stand up. 

“Careful there, wouldn’t want someone to deflate that ego of yours darling,” A cat-like grin appears on your face as you start to walk away, giving him a small wave goodbye. “See you around, Jun,” The way you say his name sends shivers down his spine and all he can do is watch you walk away with awe.

You:  1 Wolves: 0 ────── 〔✿〕────── 

When you arrive at your chemistry class your headache only grows as you notice the only open seat left is next to yet another brother, one you haven’t met yet. You’re not 100% sure how many there are, but you know that there are far too many of them - never able to escape their scent that’s all over campus, and as much as you’d hate to admit it, you’re not too bothered about it. 

You make your way to your seat, trying to sit as far away from him as possible, totally not checking out the pretty boy with perfect complexion and a stupidly cute smile on his face. Instead you try to keep your focus on the professor even though it’s hard when you know he’s staring straight at you with no shame. He’s got longer hair and honestly, prettier than a lot of the girls you’ve seen around campus - his scent is woodsy and warm, with a hint of something sweet, like roasting smores by a campfire. 

“Alright, I sure hope you like who you’re sitting next to, because they’re gonna be your lab partner for the semester,” Your professor’s monotone voice cuts through the classroom and at his words you let out a small sigh of defeat, turning to face the brother you haven’t met yet. He’s got a smile on his face, though it’s definitely more of a smirk, one that’s similar to the one on the brother you met earlier. 

“I’m Jeonghan. We haven’t been properly introduced,” He holds out his hand for you which you reluctantly take, ignoring the electricity that shoots down your spine at just a simple touch. 

You introduce yourself, adding on a quick “but I have a strange feeling that you already knew that,” at the end of your sentence. He responds with a small chuckle, the smirk on his face morphs into a more shy smile that you can’t help but think suited him much more. 

“Oops, caught red handed,” 

“Behave yourself, I don’t need your alpha getting mad at me again,” You shudder at the thought, really not wanting to even think about getting scolded by Seungcheol again - not sure if you’d survive another confrontation with the angry wolf. 

“Ah, don’t worry about cheol, he’s a little uptight,” 

Still, you grimace at the thought of being the source of his anger - not 100% sure why he even seemed to hate your guts already. Besides you know, perhaps goading him a little with the werewolf comment. 

Yeah, you definitely wanted to avoid Seungcheol at all costs. ────── 〔✿〕────── 

In order to avoid the chaos of the campus cafeteria (and perhaps a few certain werewolves) you had decided to eat outside for a change. A quick cursory glance around the open area, you spot a nice big tree that gives off some nice shade and it’s the perfect spot. When you walk a little closer your nose twitches slightly as you catch the scent of used books and espresso, enticing you further. Although you were supposed to be avoiding the brothers, the male in question seemed much more interested in his book than you, not even looking up when you came closer. So you decide there’s no harm in sitting here as you settle down on the roots of the enormous tree. 

His eyes dart up to meet yours and you can see the small ghost of a smile that makes you want to return the small gesture. You do your best to ignore him and the rising blush that threatens to color your cheeks just from having the attractive male glance in your direction. Surprisingly you’re able to maintain your cool composure as you eat your lunch in silence, scrolling idly on your phone. He takes the hint well, returning his attention back to the book but it still doesn’t stop him from stealing noticeable glances at your figure every once in a while. 

The silence is rather pleasant, a calm, content air between the two of you. His scent was starting to make your brain a little foggy, trying to resist the urge to just scoot a little closer to get a deeper whiff. The atmosphere makes you feel light, ready to get through the rest of your classes with little to no more annoyances.

It doesn’t last long when Mingyu insists on walking you home for no reason, following you around like a lost puppy. You definitely were not imagining the taller male with a wagging tail behind him as he trailed after you. You already knew Mingyu’s goal was to get more information out of you, but you expertly dodged questions and gave him vague answers that had him pouting and honestly more confused than he already was. 

When he had returned to the pack house, Seungcheol was less than pleased with his brother who continued to disobey his rules, having easily smelled you on the taller the moment he walked through the door. Seungcheol knew it was pointless though to scold the younger, who wasn’t even paying any attention to his alpha. Defeated, he had excused Mingyu (who immediately ran up to his room) and turned his attention to the window.

He could see Joshua sitting under the big tree in the front yard, something the calmer wolf enjoyed doing, so that in itself wasn’t unusual. What was strange was that he was currently sitting with a cat in his lap, a pristine white collar around its neck that contrasted starkly to its shiny black fur. Seungcheol could not think of a single time ANY of his brothers had shown any interest in cats, considering their dog-like nature.

He could feel the signs of a budding headache building in his temple, fingers coming to soothe at the tense skin of his forehead. 

What on earth was going on with his brothers?

[nell0-0]

Just had an idea for your 'Emmet reunites with Ingo is funny ways' fic. (You don't have to write it, just a scenario you can imagine)

Have you ever heard of the theory that Elvis never died but became a fast food worker in a different state? They constantly laugh at it in the book Good Omens but it's a real theory.

Well imagine: Emmet has decided that he wants some junk food, maybe it's a bad day and he needs a pick me up or it's a good day and he decided to treat himself. He going to get quite a bit so that he can binge watch train documents until early morning cos its one of those days, he might even order more if Elesa is invited.

He goes into a small time fast food chain (maybe he's in Unova and it's one he used to visit or maybe he's in Sinnoh and it's recommended) and at the counter he's face to face with Rei/Akari and Ingos in the back flipping burgers.

It's 2023, inflation hasn't made it easy to house a time displaced full grown man. Even though they could make some money battling, they don't want Ingo to be in the spotlight as a professional battler just yet as he's only just gotten used to some modern things.

Thankfully this fast food chain is known for taking on anyone regardless if they are qualified and the food and equipment is simple enough for Ingo to use, helps that it isn't really popular too. Rei/Akari works with him to help him adjust and to help with any food rushes.

So yeah. There Emmet is, standing in front of his adopted nephew/niece and his long lost brother handing him a tray of a dozen fries, burgers, nuggets and a slushpuppy while in an apron and goofy hat.

Omg anon, what would your reaction be if I showed you one of my wips with this idea. It's been months since it's been a things in my phone's note app and I had completely forgotten.

LOOK AT THIS (far from complete but oop-):

The seat felt uncomfortable under him, but Emmet didn't have any other option than endure it, self imposed suffering as it was. He had promised Iris he would take her out to eat wherever she chose if she managed to regain her title as champion. Defeating Rosa, after all, was no easy feat. Not only was she one of the region's heroes, but also a regular at the Battle Subway. Emmet knew first hand how difficult, how fun and challenging, it was to fight her.

And finally, after a year and a half of frustrated training sessions and manic strategizing, Iris rose as champion of Unova once more. Enduring it was.

That didn't mean he wasn't enjoying himself, though. Emmet usually had some time set apart for socializing with family and friends at least twice a week, so it wasn't a matter of social battery. Just the wooden seats.

He could understand from an objective point of view why this particular restaurant had them. it was aiming for an 'old era' feeling, with high barstools, wooden furniture and walls, gentle light coming from paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling... There were also sepia photos filling the walls to the brim with pictures of extinct pokemon and historical figures, of which Emmet only managed to recognize profesor Laventon. If he looked more closely, maybe he would distantly recognize more from his time in school, but he had no interest. He had a set schedule, a point of arrival already in sight.

To have a fun night out with his favorite (and only) cousin.

Why this place, he had asked Iris. To try something different had been her reasoning, of course.

The restaurant wasn't as bombastic as the usual Nimbasan ones, not even Unovan. A fairly new restaurant that focused on 'traditional Sinnoh' cuisine. He usually wouldn't trust such bold statements in Unova of all places, yet all reviews of people who came from Sinnoh had seemed surprised in a good way.

Emmet's preferences had always been to traverse the same tracks over and over again. Always the same. But it was Iris who was asking, and for family Emmet would go a long way. Especially since...

Must have been verrrry fun to battle Rosa again. Emmet wondered when the girl would show up in the Battle Subway, since now she had the free roam being champion didn't allow her. Emmet hoped Rosa chose the Doubles. He would see her regardless, but he verrrry much hoped for the Doubles line.

Emmet was sure Ingo would have been delighted to see Rosa challenging the Battle Subway again. He sighed. Damn it, he had been avoiding the thought of his twin so well lately, too. It hurt to be glad about it, but Emmet was so, so tired of the constant agony. He was sure Ingo would forgive him, just this once.

"Heeeeeeyoooo, Nimbasa to Emmet! Are you there?"

"I am Emmet. I am here. In front of you."

Aaaaaand that's about all I have written out. From there it would go on a funny reunion with chef Ingo, waiter Melli and a Karen. Melli vs Karen the ultimate showdown. Poor Ingo.

Lmao, I wanna get back to writing fanfic so bad, but I really really shouldn't right now.

[simcatcher-ts2]

In a nutshell:

i forgot to turn jaloosy off (oops, my bad!) so ACR let Timu flirt with Vhra right in front of Iva. let's say she made it right right away, and Timu's cheek will keep an everlasting memory of that moment.

-also i checked if Vhra was interested in woohooing him, given the circumstances, turns out she's not, proof top right of the screen. lmao basically he's all yours Iva you can keep him!-

Poor kids (Iva ans Timu's twins from legit 8 years ago) couldn't bear the sight of their parents fighting. Jealousy's off now though.

That's some hard, unprocessed feelings over there.

'Oh hey there, pretty. don't mind my woman over there yeah? Hello.'

i just had to make it right and cheat, because... technically they're not married and that's where i usually draw the line. makes you think, the sims making it legit to throw a tantrum (and a pair of slaps) at your crush for cheating on you.

Iva still had to go hunting to clear her head though.

She left as Rhan came back, empty-handed but in a good mood from that body point she gained. Yay girl!

Iva gone, Timu gave in to temptation, giving way to a -very glitchy- woohoo session.

That's how you do it!... Or is it?...

at least one of them has a big smile plastered on their face.

uh oh!

conveniently enough, Iva arrived a minute after the deed was done- and because silly me only turned jealousy down a fair while later, i can proudly say she's just the same amount of mad as she was when she left! Also she came back empty-handed too.

i have to learn what to do with kids when they're home all day cause... i'm not used to having them around at all times. The painter's Hapu, btw, and the other's Kiya. I like to emphasize that they both were born in game 8 years ago, which makes them 8 irl, which is not too far from their ingame age. Pardon my ramble i should go to bed.

All my - and their- energy was then directed on: fixing their feelingsTM. And!... tadaa!

friends!

aaand she didn't turn that hug down. good thing, i thought!

Why am i so shallow. The whole household was starving out, think i'm in need for a priority check. Once these two made peace i realized removing the social worker was an excellent idea. All needs in red and all, kids and grownups alike.

i, humble simgod, had to take action.

So i took Vhra to the Gatherer's Garden -or whatever i named this lot- so she could fill her pockets with berries and/or vegetables and legit save her clan from starvation, thanks to the great mods at the PlumbobKeep! Bestest of plan.

ô genuine, demure me. Of course nothing was yet harvestable, but because i am indeed resourceful, i had her fish the night away.

She caught 3, fell a couple times and all of a sudden, it was 5am.

When she's back home it'll be 9PM of the previous day, thanks to game logic >:) I sure would make a good use of these few hours. Feeding my starving family, for starters.

Que nenni. Totally forgot i had this mod installed, so the sims would get back home at the exact time they left the community lot.

I had a popup telling me sth along the lines of, 'Vhra is due at home in 9h' and i was like qué? she preggers??! did i miss more than just a cheek caress? (that'd tote justify Iva's burst in my book)

Turns out she was not (that i know of at last), and there would be no sight of Vhra for the next 9h. SO the household was basically left to starve, to death. To think Vhra had not less than 3 fishes in her pockets... sigh.

To kill time, i bought a fruit each (cheaaaatttt i knowwww well i'm just getting used to playing again ok? what if they were all dead, would that make you happy? Me, NO) and saved the day.

So, to kill time... >;)

Well she REJECTED him! after all the cheating and resetting i put them through to save their relationship- well actually THAT'S ON YOU TIMU! You unfaithful piece of pixel.

So that's when the game crashed.

See you next ;)

[hobaworld7]

KNJ - Teach me - pt2

pairing : reader x namjoon / unistudent!reader x teacher!namjoon / bestfriend taehyung, maybe he's in love with the reader, he doesn't know yet -and neither do i lol-

genre : forbidden relationship, teacher and uni student relationship, all consensual, both mature and over 21. the reader is a v!rg!n and kinda innocent. really a slowburn, it start to get into the real thing tho in this chapter. some romantic rapprochement you know winkwink

word count : almost 3k

warning : don't hookup with your teacher plz, this is just fiction, just don't do it okay AHHAHA

summary : NamJoon is a new teacher and you are the student president. He notices you after being late a few times in a month and he's trying to get your attention. You both feel an attraction but this is forbidden so you try to forget about it.

a/n : i could write a whole book just with the inspiration that turtleneck-namjoon is giving me. enjoy army. okay i'm lowkey really proud about where this story is going. it will have more then two part.

disclaimer : pictures from pinterest / namjoon isn't mine / just an imagine

READ PART ONE HERE

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''Hum, hey, I don't know who you are but Y/N just collapse in my arms, completely drunk. I saw your number on the back of her phone. Are you her boyfriend? Anyways, could you come get her. Her friends are all gone or fast asleep. Here is the address.''

Namjoon wasn't asleep yet. It was past midnight but he was relaxing while watching his favorite show on the couch. His cellphone was on the table in front of him, facing the wood. He was surprise to hear it buzzed at this hour. The thought of you needing him was enough to jump off the couch and grab it.

He read the text and got up to go grab some shirt to cover his naked chest before grabbing his key and leave his apartment. It was only fifteen minutes away. He put on some music and check his phone while driving to be sure you were still okay. When he arrives in front of the house, he grab a hat and some sunglass so the students doesn't recognize him. He turn off his car and walk to the door. Hearing the loud music, he understood that the party was till going on for a few of them. It was strange to see his student drunk and high, dancing or sleeping every where they could find a comfy corner. He recognize Taehyung on the couch, sleeping, the mouth open, completely black out. He walk around the house, to find you sitting outside, near the pool. He rushes over you.

-Namjoonie oppaaaaa. You're hereee.

You difficulty get up and tried to put your hand around his neck but the alcohol was quite running into your body so you loose balance. He rushes over you and wrap his hands around your hips and you fell against his chest. The sound of your laugh made his heart skipped a beat. Even your laugh was more than beautiful. You rest your dizzy head against him.

-I think, I think, I may have drink a littleee too much oppaaa.

A little chuckle leaves his lips. He help you stand up straight and walk you toward his car.

-I'm gonna bring you home okay? Can you tell me your address?

-Oppaaa, do you think I'm pretty? Because I think you are really sexyy. Oops, I think I shouldn't be saying things like that. But you now, Mr.Kim, when I see your arms though your shirt when you teach us, makes me want to take private lessons with you.

He stops his walk to look at you. You cheeks were burning red because of the alcohol and you were laughing uncontrollably. He had to take a deep breath and remembering you were drunk.

Since his first day teaching your class he notices you. The student president, always studying, these cute glasses on the point of your nose, the way your skirt was revealing your thigh when you cross your legs, everything about you made him crazy. He tried telling himself that he was a teacher and couldn't think that way. The age-gap wasn't too big and the way you were looking at him earlier this day. He had to take a hot and long shower as soon he got home, making sure to pleasure himself a bit because he couldn't get you out of his head. Since he was a responsable adult so he won't try anything on you tonight, but your confession made his heart skip a beat.

He helps you sit in the car and buckle your belt so you stay safe under his responsibility. You finally gave him your adresse and he was surprise to heard you were living alone.

-My dad left when I was young. It was only my mom and I but she got sick last year and died this summer. I was able to stay at this school since my situation but had to moved out on the other side of the city. That is why I was late quite a few times.

Your drunken confession surprises him. You shaky hand grab his.

-I'm alone. I'm alone and no one notice. Not even my friends.

You leaned your head on the window, keeping his hand in yours, fidgeting with his finger, lost in your thoughts. The more he drives, the more he realize you weren't living in a particularly safe neighbourhood. He let out your hand once he was park in front of your apartment building. You stumble out of his car, your sickness taking over your drunkness. You fell on your knees. He rushes out to reach you in time to grab your hair before you throw up on the street.

-That's... That's embarrassing.

You let out a little laugh and he grabs a napkin to wipe the corner of your lips.

-Y/N, are you okay to go inside or you need help?

-I think I-I can do it.

You get up but end up stumbling in your own feet. He grabs your arms, saving you once again to fall.

-I'll help you. Here, lay on me.

He put his arm around your waist and notice that you knee were scratch, bleeding a bit. He helps you into your apartment and once you're able to unlock the door, he enters with you. You were living in a small studio, not luxurious but it was comfy enough for you. You stumble to your bed and lay on it, your back on the soft comforter. NamJoon stays in the entryway. He'll just help you getting in bed and leave after, he told himself. He took off his shoes and walk towards you, kneeling in front of you. He gently took off your heels and put them by the door. He walk his way to the kitchen, wetting a tablecloth and walking back to you. You were already fast asleep. He gently rub your hurt knees and made sure to clean the scratches so it won't get infected. Finally, he put one of his arm around your back and the other under your knees so he could get you comfortable under the comforter. Once he was sure you were okay with a glass of water and an empty bucket on your night stand, he lock the door and went back to his place. He was happy knowing you were safe in your bed.

***

On Monday morning, you were fully recover of your hangover. You did, indeed, remember everything that happen with Namjoon and the anxiety to see him today had keep you up all night. You put on your uniform and seeing the scratch on your knees, you decided to put on some knee-long socks to cover them. You grab your bag and left your apartment at 5 in the morning, making sure to not be late to class. Once you arrive at school you stop at the coffee shop and grab yourself breakfast and a coffee. Before leaving you thought about your teacher and decide to go back so you can buy him something to drink and eat as a way to say thank you for helping you Friday night. You weren't starting with his class, you had it at the end of the day, but you still walk in and put the food and coffee on his desk, writing a little note, signing with only your initial so others don't get suspicious.

The day went well, you were a little tired but the insane amount of caffeine you drink kept you up for the day. It was time for your last class. Namjoon's class. You joined your friends for the break and Taehyung wrap his arm around your waist.

-Sorry I couldn't get you home safely Friday. Were you able to get home safe?

-Yeah, I-I called an Uber and went home. And you?

-I woke up Saturday morning still buzzed but yeah.

Your friends laugh and you lay your head on Tae's shoulder, trying to get some rest before your last class start. He gently stroke your hair.

-Hey Y/N, what's with the sock? You never wore them. One of your girl friend said.

-I fell Friday night, my knees are all scratched.

You let out a little laugh and Taehyung put his hand on your thighs, putting down your sock a bit to see the state of your knees. They were still red and sore. Your teacher walks in front of you and you friends at this moment. Your cheeks went red and you rapidly put your sock back up.

-Mr.Kim is so hot right? I wish we could fucked our teacher without consequence.

You turn over to the friend that said that, surprise by her speech.

-Are-Are you serious right now? You want to fuck your teacher?

Your cheek start to burn a little but your friends didn't seem to notice the redness.

-Come on Y/N, every one had that fantasy at least once with a teacher!

Before you could answer, the bell rang, alerting you to start walking to your class. You say bye to your other friends but Taehyung stays by your side since you were in the same class. His arms around your waist, you enter the class. You could feel NamJoon's look on you. He let out a little cough and you took this sign to get away from Taehyung and sit at your designated place. Taehyung went to the back. The class went well. He started by teaching some grammar rules and after that you had an hour to work on an essay. You wrote almost half of it when you decide to lay your head on your desk to rest your eyes a bit. Unexpectedly, you quickly fall asleep.

The bell rings to notice the teacher and student that it was the end of the class. Before Taehyung could wake you up, Namjoon tell him to get closer so he could talk to him.

-I'm not leaving yet, I'll let her sleep a bit. I need to talk to her about the correction she did last week anyways. You can go.

He bowed respectfully and left the class. It was only you too now. As he said he let you sleep for an hour. He finished all your work and decide to come wake you up. He pulls a chair near your desk and at the tip of his finger, put your hair behind your ears. You mumble something in your sleep. He let out a little laugh and weakly say,

-Hey sleeping beauty, it's time to wake up now it's already 5pm.

You open your eyes, blinking a few time to adjust to the light. NamJoon continue stroking your hair.

-Did you sleep well? You fell asleep during class. Is your draft done? I need to take it and correct it tonight.

You look at the paper to see it only half done. You look up to NamJoon who has now lay back in his chair, crossing his arms on his chest. You bit your lips, staring at him in the eyes.

-Hum, if you can give me half an hour, I can get it done.

-Mh, perfect, I'll be at my desk.

He smiles and get up before walking to his chair. He sits down and start working on his computer for the next thirty minutes. When you finish your draft, you get up and walk to his desk. You stop in front of it and hold out your draft. He looks up and take your essay.

-Y/N, come here. He gave you a sign to come next to him.

You walk around and stop when your a few step away from his desk. He turns towards you and grab your hand, pulling you closer.

-Sit on the desk, Y/N.

-W-Why?

-I wanna look if you knees are healing right.

You hesitantly sit on the desk. He closes his laptop and put it away. You weren't in front of him and he didn't like that idea. He wanted you the nearest he could. He put his hand on your thigh and pull you towards him. You clench your legs together, your body heating up at the sensation of his hand on you.

-Can I look?

You nod and he slowly put down one of your sock after another. His finger slightly rubbing the side of your legs. A spasm runs trough your legs. He let out a little chuckle, proud to see you react under his touch.

-Are you okay Y/N?

-Hum, yes, I'm really okay Mr.Kim- Namjoon.

His eyes were still locked on your legs.

-And is it okay if I do this?

He slowly moves his hand up your bare thigh. A shiver runs through your body and you let out a little yes. He put up your skirt a bit and lean toward you to kiss the bare skin of your thigh. A little whimper get out of your lips out of surprise. The tension was heating up the room. He put his other hand on your left thigh. He slips his other hand between your legs to spread them a little. He looks up to your face. You were biting your lips, trying to control the sound that could possibly get out of your throat.

-N-No one ever touch me like this N-NamJoon.

-You've never been touched before Y/N?

You shyly nod your head.

-Tell me then if you want me to stop okay?

-O-Okay.

He wanted to devour you. Kiss all the part of your body and tear off all of your clothes so he could see your pretty naked body right now. He needed to be patient. He wanted to be gentle and not scared you off, especially with the confidence you just did. He was pleased to know he was the first man touching you, and he wanted it to mean something for you.

He put one of his hands around your waist and pull you so you could sit on his lap. When you suddenly feel his muscular thigh under yours, a little moan get out of your mouth. His hand then gently went up your back, leaving a trail of shivers against your spine. He finally grab the back of your neck, so he could pull your face closer to him. He smiles at the sight of your blushing cheek and put his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Your arms wrapping his neck, leaning closer to him to feel his chest against yours. You were hungry for his presence and his touch. His other hand were caressing your inner thigh, making your body shiver under his touch. He slowly rub his thumb on the already wet fabric of your painty. A spasm of pleasure crosses your body and you lean your forehead in the crook of his neck, letting out a little moan. You were so fragile between his hands and under his touches. He wanted to take you right here; right now. But it wasn't safe on a Monday might to fuck a student here. Especially not you since you already showed him how sensible you were under his touch. His hand then subtly reach your hips and rubbed circles on your waist as his mouth travel to your neck, kissing and slightly bitting your skin.Your eyes travel along his arms, silently admiring the way his muscle was shaped in his shirt, angling your head up towards him. You roll your hips on his crotch, feeling his moan vibrating against your skin.

-We can't- We can't continue this here baby.

Against his wishes, he distants himself a little so he can look at you in your eyes. His hands caressing your cheek.

-Not tonight, not here. They are still a lot of personal working, especially on Monday night.

You heard a knock on the door, thankfully Namjoon locked it and closes the blind subtly at the end of the class. He put his index up against your lips, giving you the order to stay silent.

-Yes, give me a minute, 'coming.

He lean towards you and whisper in your ears.

-Go to your desk and work on your essay. And straighten your skirt baby girl.

He helps you get off his laps and gently smack your ass before you go sit at your desk, pretending working on your essay. He walk to the door and open it.

-Sorry I have a student redoing today's assignment, is it important?

You subtly heads up to see the principal in the doorframe.

-No it's not, just wanted to remember you about the teacher's reunion tomorrow night. Work well Y/N.

He smiles at you and you bowed your head to the director. He left the class and Namjoon closes the door.

-Get your things baby girl, I'll drive you home, it's getting late.

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SEE YOU AGAIN IN PART 3!

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LAY ME DOWN. (tentative) chapter 16 excerpt. 1’252 words. unedited. featuring: pallas’s private reflection on an old train of thought. pretty lengthy discussion of feelings surrounding a deadname. vaguely implied dysphoria. oops all queer kid emotions.

[Transcript under the cut]

quick my english assignment isn’t looking. post pallas genderthoughts.

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At five years old Pallas had come to The Library with a name sewn into the tag of their jacket, they were thirteen when they went to the Director to have it struck from the book and a new one written in. 

Back then the conversation had terrified them in its finality, they’d written out a script and spent hours practising it in the mirror to iron the waver from their voice. It can be done, it had often been done before, it is a fact of life that even true names could be outgrown and replaced, they were still new to their lesson’s with the Director but she had no reason to deny the request; from what they knew she never had before. That wasn’t what had scared them. It was that once it was done it would truly be done, over, ended. It was putting down in ink and paper that aimless blob of a feeling that seemed to expand in their chest like boiling water whenever they looked in a mirror to long, giving the nameless a name, catching it between their fingers and sanding down the endless bubbling expanse of it into something hard and round to tuck under their tongue like a baby tooth. 

What’s in a name? They had never been overfond of Shakespeare even though Nina ate and breathed it, but they still remember latching onto that line at nine, already hungry in a way they had only just begun to place. A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet. 

In their first years at The Library they had never spared much thought towards the name they had arrived with, they understood vaguely that it was important, that it couldn’t be given out to strangers or else bad things would happen, that it’s existence in the pages of of the ledger was, in some unknowable way, tied to their existence in The Library. But that was the sum of it, they payed mind to the name when it was spoken the same way they payed mind when told to make their bed or brush their teeth in the morning; and in the meantime played an everevolving game with Nina on who could come up with the best alias to give out to the teachers and students that surrounded them. One of them would come across a new name in a story, or a tonguetwisting word in a dictionary, or a new animal neither of them had heard of before, and make a race to claim it as their “name” and be called by it first. They went through tens and twenties of different names in a week, trying to one up each other with the newest and grandest and prettiest ones they could find, keeping the originals folded in their pockets like rare trinkets, taken out only occasionally to be marvelled over and then quickly squirrelled away so as not to be overused. What exactly they had been called, words like he and she and you, didn't seem to matter so far as they knew to respond when they were said. 

It only began to matter once Pallas realized belatedly that it did matter, once they began attending serious classes and learned that words carried meaning beyond what was conjured in the moment by a child’s mind. Words carried weight, they carried history, words set boundaries and above all they defined. There was a word for everything and everything had a word and those words had lexicon and roots that spanned back centuries and were impossible to untangle. It was at once expansive and suffocating, both freeing and constricting, and they remember hardly being able to breathe under the impossible scope of it all. Narrow and yet endlessly wide. Sure, you could be anything you wanted, but you still had to be something at the end of the day. 

Afterwards they began to dissect and analyze literature the same way they began to dissect and anaylze their own reflection. They knew the science of a human body, skeleton and musculature and nervous system, but this was another thing entirely. Suddenly things they hadn’t cared about before, hadn’t noticed before they forced themselves into being known, began to topple out before them like dominos. The sudden feeling of wearing clothes far too small for you and only realizing once you go to breathe and find the collar tight around your throat. There had been something they’d missed, a crucial number skipped over in the equation, something wasn’t adding up. 

The worst of it was that Nina, who until then had almost been able to read their mind in their matching idiosyncrasies, didn’t seem to be able to see this in its fullness the way they did. She would listen and chew the inside of her cheek and ask questions and assure them that whatever they ended up doing was fine by her as long as they were happy. But it wasn’t the same, and she was smart enough to know that. That, above all else, could not stand.

So, naturally, it became an obsession. They tried to concentrate on other things, but the discordant feeling stayed, that itch under their skin they couldn’t shake, an edge almost like hunger sawing slowly away at the back of their mind. They took to rolling their first name over and over in their mind, thinking on it more than they ever had before. They lay on the floor and stared up at their hands, flexing them, closed their eyes tight and tried to name every part of their body from the ground up before considering the whole. Before being he or she had carried the same nonweight as everything else, so long as they knew which word it was correct to turn their head towards when someone was talking about them, and the original name had been the same. After they stared at themself in the mirror and and repeated it until it didn’t sound like a word at all anymore, trying to link the sound coming from their mouth to the face looking back at them, but in those moments both seemed to belong to a stranger.

They read viciously, constantly, they read with the desperation of a drowning man clinging to the last plank of his sunken ship. They found more words, more definitions, and caught themself staring at the blank spaces between the lines. They looked at the marble busts lining the fourth floor hallways and pressed a finger to cool stone lips, traced the sweeping curves of carefully carved brows and icy smooth cheeks. They wrote out the name on sheets and sheets of paper, wondering if pen and ink would reveal something they hadn’t yet been able to see and they had crouched in the bath with water up to their mouth, hair spread in inky plumes around them, and thought about how most ancient Greek statues had once been brightly painted but time and meddling had worn that away until nothing was left but bone white. Scoured and scraped clean. They thought of how anyone could possibly define that, and held their hand up to the light to see the tiny blue veins run through it like mycelium strings. 

And Pallas, thirteen and starving, thirteen and holding the whole what and who and why of themself in the palm of their hand, had curled the pale arches of their fingers into a fist, and pictured an endless, spinning, black hole.

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"Apology Tour" review

While a surprise reveal, I’m glad this episode is out as I could use a laugh after watching “Full Moon”.

Let’s see if Blitzo and Verosika will have their “Oops” moment here.

The ticking at the disclaimer isn’t as serious as in the previous episodes.

Stolas in a new outfit near a pool. How come we never saw Stella near that pool :3

Damn Stolas is pissed at Blitzo’s arrival. I’ve stated before how I wish Stolas expressed more emotions to Blitzo then lust or “I want to be with you on a romantic level” but this isn’t the right time.

So this episode takes place the day after the ending of Full Moon. Nice to know.

Man the writers are really hammering in the fact season 2 Stolas isn’t the sex crazed Goetia from season 1.

So all of Hell does know about Blitzo and Stolas. At least they ended that mystery though it is kind of disappointing that in the end no one really cared OR worse no one has connection their relationship to any crimes and such, but more on that in comments if you are curious.

I question how much Verosika hates Blitzo to the point of throwing a party about hating him, but then I remember the times she challenged him over a parking spot and embarrassed him at a popular club. And yet I can’t help but think she still has feelings for him as anyone else would have moved on by now.

The note says its Halloween on Earth! This made me wonder why this isn’t the Halloween episode, till I realized the “Ghostfuckers” will likely be more on brand due to how scary it looks.

At first I was wondering “how did Verosika got Stolas’ address” but since Stolas lives in a giant walled off mansion, it likely wasn’t hard to find.

Love that Stolas compared Blitzo to Striker, since I pointed that out near the end of my “Full Moon” review.

Oh crap Stolas made a good point, why didn’t Blitzo and co. tell Stolas what was going on?

What was to stop Striker from coming back or Stella hiring someone else? Imagine if someone did kill Stolas in between “Harvest Moon” and “Western Energy”, that would have put IMP out of business either cause someone framed them or they no longer had access to his book.

I might make a pic about this topic, but I’m surprised we didn’t get a moment in this scene or at the end of Full Moon where Stolas brings up Stella. I mean I totally saw that look in Stolas’ eye when he realizes Stella has wanted him dead sine “Harvest Moon” yet isn’t bringing it or even her up on all his misery.

Blitzo is so stubborn its annoying!

HOLY CRAP ITS MARTHA! WHAT THE FUCK, MS. MAYBERRY!!! I think that has to be the most random thing in this series so far and I love it. Does this mean Ms. Mayberry is a cannibal now? I’m also surprised Blitzo remembered Martha’s name.

What is that creature in that meme on Blitzo’s phone supposed to be, a horse?

Liking all the references to past episodes like DHORKS, the bouncer (now solo), the Fizzbot and Loo Loo mascot, dead agents of DHORKS, and that director from “Seeing Stars”.

Keenie has a cone on XD.

Is that old guy a reference to someone? Also why do I feel like he is connected to the Leviathan theory. I just feel like it’s going to be revealed that Leviathan has been keeping an eye on Blitzo and co for quite some time now when they’ve been on Earth and is likely going to teach them a lesson in the next episode.

“character doing something they weren’t going to do” cliché.

Stolas being the odd one out. Also why do I feel like some of the people aren’t Blitzo’s exes, just people crashing. I’m surprised Stolas isn’t gathering much attention which again makes me wonder how serious people take royals that aren’t the sins and the Morningstars.

“Demons can visit Earth on Halloween” cliché.

Does Verosika’s design look different to anyone else? She looks less busty then before. I wonder if because she is a succubus (likely full blood in my theory) she can alter her physique in ways, in this case she didn’t feel like being too top heavy.

Verosika is drunk.

When she kisses Stolas, he is blushing a bit which though very small reminds me of my comment in my “The Circus” review about how I think Stolas could have likely been pan and wouldn’t have said no to being with a lady as long as she was nicer then Stella.

Stolas’ line about not getting invited out much makes me wonder if Hell’s hierarchy is already isolating him so they don’t associate with his Imp loving lifestyle, since again his hook up with Blitzo is apparently well known now.

I’m surprised Stolas didn’t stop that sacrifice from happening. I wonder if a sacrificed soul in Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel strengthens the demon it is going to, or if it is just a waste of time and the people there just go directly to Hell after they die if they had a change of heart since then.

Why does that demon in the cat suit (is she an actual cat demon?) look so much like Millie?!?! There is even one guy that looks like Moxxie. Is this why Blitzo really likes seeing M and M doing it? XD

Again someone big, or the reason for this party to exist is at the party and there isn’t a bigger reaction.

In that scene before it cuts to the demons playing darts, there is an Imp with red horns that looks A LOT like Blitzo when he made that smug face in the pilot. Also that pink demon next to her is pretty hot, hope she appears more :3

Heh they’re burning a real life Blitzo plushie.

Tex singing, didn’t see that coming. This is going to be awkward if he and Loona get together, which I personally hope they don’t as along with how underrated Tex and Bee is and deserves more fan art, I personally think Loona needs more friends than a love interest. It’d also be the perfect revenge for Vivzie for all the odd art people have made about Loona XD.

Of course Coco and Apple are dressed as Ivy and Harley. Also I think that female Imp is dressed up as Borderland’s Mad Moxxi.

Yeah not really liking the singing voice for Stolas here as you can really hear the difference.

Looks like Blitzo is having a breakthrough!

Oh uh Stolas is drinking heavily again. If what Blitzo said is true, then he wasn’t a heavy drinker when they were meeting up.

That goat demon has a snake like tail. Is it actually part of her costume or is she 2/3 of a Chimera, again supporting my idea of “Heaven and Hell inspiring other mythologies and religions in the HH/HB world”.

Again Stolas doesn’t bring up Stella in this conversation. Does Blitzo even know what she is like and what she put Stolas through? If not then maybe Stolas should as maybe then Blitzo would realize why Stolas was the way he is.

Nice to see Blitzo let Stolas dance with that incubus. Makes me lean more to the “Blitzo and Stolas should get together” side of things I mentioned in the last review.

Finally some Blitzo and Verosika interaction. Just like last time the story waits at the last minute to go over what we’ve been waiting for so long.

Just because you live in Hell, doesn’t mean you have to live up the stereotypes if it Blitzo. Several characters have shown that so why can’t you.

Interesting learning that Blitzo and Verosika broke up cause she said “I love you” to Blitzo, which given his past explains why he broke up with her. Still it was shitty of him to do it like that. You also think Blitzo seeing the tattoo she got would be a sign that she felt that strongly of him and prepare him for hearing her say those words.

It is nice to see that Verosika while still holding onto the pain in a immature way, is helping others who went through what she did. Also Stolas was right about how if someone throws a party about hating you, it means that had real feelings for you.

Nice to see Blitzo and Verosika get closure. I bet some thought they would end up like Blitzo and Fizz did in “Oops”, but this ending is the best outcome without being too cheesy.

The ending feels like a sadder ending of Truth Seekers with a bit of Ozzie’s, as while it hurts, I feel like Blitzo will actually try to change in the future, likely starting in the “Ghostfuckers” episode, as I’m starting to get some Silent Hill vibes from what will happen in it and this will be the final lesson before Blitzo changes for good.

There’s Wally XD.

An odd note to end on but I hope that Incubus guy won’t turn out to be another assassin. In the S2 trailer there is a line from Vassago asking where Stolas is, so I wonder if Andre and Stella (mostly Andrea) will get Stolas kidnap and keep him hidden during the trial episode as they need someone to win and he is a key witness.

Another meh, heavy Stolitz episode. It is nice seeing Blitzo and Stolas air out all their issues, but it’s just really annoying seeing Blitzo still be so defensive and being a jerk even after all he has been through recently AND Stolas giving him every chance to make things right.

I like that the episode wasn’t played out exactly like “Oops” as it felt right to have Blitzo and Verosika be on more mutual terms then completely make up. However it does remind me of a plot point that could have been if the writing was different for the season, but I’m saving that for my Helluva Boss rewrite.

As for any sad Stolitz fans out there, cheer up as there is still more episodes later in the season so there is still hope for Blitzo and Stolas getting together in the end, let’s just hope you like it as I feel like when they do there is going to be a big consequence for the two at the end of the season.

I think my favorite thing about the episode was the cameos of Martha and Ms. Mayberry as that was so random that it was hilarious.

Well the next episode won’t be out till Halloween, so that gives everyone time to take a break from the show, theorize and predict about stuff, and make some art. I do plan on getting back to working on my Helluva Boss rewrite soon, so stay tune for that as well as other Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel art I have in the works, 1 of which I just thought of while making these reviews today

I also hope we get some more of those Helluva Shorts over the next few months AND a few Hazbin Hotel shorts because why not. Some Helluva shorts I think they should do is one where we see some of the sins hanging out together. I feel like Ozzie would be friend with Belphor, the sin of sloth as maybe they bonded while working on Fizz’s prosthetic limbs and maybe they have a business contract where Fizz helps make medical equipment for her. Imagine him and Fizz giving prosthetics to other demons suffering from what Fizz went through. I also could see something similar with Mammon and Leviathan since Greed and Envy both involve a want for something. Maybe we can see what the Envy ring is like, as that is the only ring we haven’t seen yet. Throw in a reference to the von Eldritch family and it would be an entertaining episode.

There could one about Octavia like one about her want to go to a demon college and be a regular girl for a change, despite what her mom keeps telling her.

What were your thoughts on the episode. Is there anything I missed/didn’t write down that you want me to go over?

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Japan Trip 2023 - Day 3 (Yugashima Tatsuta) Part 1

I woke up feeling less rushed this morning as I knew I would not have to leave so early to catch my ride back down to Tokyo Station. It was a similar breakfast to the previous day, but I could eat more and it definitely was more filling. After that I went back to my room to finish preparations for leaving and checking out, and some chilling.

Once again, I walked from the hotel to Sendai Station instead of taking the subway. Leaving at 8:45 AM was an early choice compared to the train's departure timing, which I've already forgotten but perhaps around 9:30 AM or later. The distance was about 800m worth of walking but honestly it didn't even feel that far and I didn't really walk at a fast pace either, though that was largely because of my oversized and old luggage. The wheels could only go one way and it was of an old design. Considering it was passed to me free though, I can't complain, I can only live with it.

A last shot of Sendai Station to commemorate my stay here because I may never come back again.

Reaching the train station early also allowed me to find the platform I was supposed to go to more easily, but I then goofed up when I was waiting for the train because I didn't know at the time how to look for the carriage number (or car number) I was supposed to get on, and ended up far from my seat. I had to rush and get on just in time and left my luggage at the rear of the car.

Getting to my seat some idiot already was there with another guy, and I say idiot because this dick took my seat instead of sitting in his in the middle. Since it was a 3-seat row, I had the unfortunate booking of the aisle seat, but the ass took it instead. I didn't insist seeing as he was obviously Japanese and probably mistook the alphabets or didn't look at them clearly, and not that it made any difference to me where I sat if it wasn't the window seat. At least the ride back itself was uneventful, the window guy closed the shutter to sleep and I napped a bit as well.

Arriving at Tokyo Station, I went straight for something to eat in the station itself. I purposely timed my next ride to be at least an hour after I arrive, so that I could find time to eat something warm and not have to rely on ekiben. I settled on some ramen stall inside a GRANSTA department, which I believe is one of their larger departmental store chains that somehow also serves food, though I could be wrong. It was a decision based largely on how quick I could finish the food since I had to make the train for sure.

The torisoba ramen (basically chicken ramen) ended up being nice for what it was, and that was quite the surprise. At ￥950 it was a bit on the expensive side but still cheaper than the same thing in SG, and what's more it was pretty decent. The soup got better as I ate. No regrets.

After polishing off the ramen, I went to my train platform and waited after checking my car number properly this time. I wasn't about to repeat that mistake. Here's a video of the Kodama 725 (I think it is a video of it anyway, I don't remember) coming into the train station. This is the train I took and it was the most spacious yet of the few sks trains I took so far. My seat was right in front of the oversized luggage space at the back. There was no one else in the same row, so I moved to the window seat after we set off to enjoy the scenery and take a video of that.

The amount of leg space I had was staggering.

After the next stop I got startled by the train conductor who asked me why I was in that seat when no one was supposed to be there, like he came out of nowhere almost. He did warn me to move back at the next stop since there would or might be people coming on and I simply nodded. An oops moment but understandable request. In the end though, no one came on to take the seat at all till I alighted at Mishima with its great scenery.

Mishima isn't a major station compared to Tokyo but because it has sks running through, I suppose it could still be called one. It has no dedicated parts to shopping or whatever though, being what one would surmise as "more remote" though it wasn't actually the countryside or anything. I asked for the JR office and went there to confirm my way to the inn. I had to buy a separate ticket, and it was a little confusing for me at the time, the staff that I talked to didn't seem happy at talking with a gaijin either, which was of course a little off-putting but not incomprehensible. At least I was talking to him in Japanese. He did assist me fully with the ticket and stuff, so I was grateful for that.

I waited outside the supposed train that was to depart until I was sure it actually was the train I needed to get on, and you could see the age and the condition. This truly was an old train more reminiscent of the ones likely to be seen in the countryside.

It was a long ride to Shuzenji, the last stop for the train. A funny moment occurred during the ride when I tried to put my luggage on the upper racks and decided it was too risky, and had to bring it down because it wouldn't fit fully and there was the danger of it sliding and falling. An old man told me to adjust it while I was looking at it but I simply decided to take it down and put it in front of me holding it since, as I told him, "it's heavy". It was a lighthearted atmosphere and I knew he was trying to help.

Every room in Yugashima Tatsuta has a name and I was obviously unable to read mine. Maybe I should have asked.

Alighting from the train wasn't the end of the trip. I still had to take a bus, and I knew all this because I had previously watched a video of Yugashima Tatsuta, which had all the details. I immediately asked for the way to the buses and got directed there by the ticket staff. The bus was departing soon when I got there and swiping Suica worked, so I was thankful for that because I wouldn't know how to calculate the fare otherwise.

It was a long ride of about 30 minutes. I was actually afraid of missing my stop but it turned out that there would always be announcements of the name of each bus stop, and they weren't just in Japanese but in English too. I was like, damn, even though this is a semi-rural place, they even got announcements in English. As someone else later pointed out, tourists must come here often enough for them to need it, because the whole town looked like it was half-rural. Even the aunties gossiping and talking were pretty much what I expected, just that hearing them IRL made it so much more refreshing.

I had a little bump off the bus as I tapped my Suica where I had tapped it in like we would do back here in SG, but it turned out they had a different tap point for departure. Weird but fine. When I got off, some other guy who got off too and obviously wasn't Japanese asked me, in Japanese, where I was headed and I told him. He was surprised and said he works at Yugashima Tatsuta, so he brought me there through a shortcut.

A view from my room window of the river down below which the inn takes its concept from.

We chatted throughout the way there in Japanese, and I found out he's an Indonesian working there for 3 months now. It was a nice conversation and he was really friendly. We reached faster than I thought we would thanks to the shortcut and I really should have thanked him more profusely. I reached the inn and checked in, with all the explanations in Japanese given by someone whom I also assumed to be Indonesian as well.

It looks like foreign talent are being hired in large numbers now in the hospitality industry here, but they really can't help it if the locals don't want to do the job and if they also need actual English speakers to deal with the foreign crowd that would inevitably cross their borders and surge into their hospitality industry.

I reached my room, which was the same floor as the lounge and entry point. It's listed as the 5th floor of the inn, but you wouldn't know it since you would think it's the ground floor when you came in. The lowest level is the basement where we would have our food at the restaurant of the ryokan, and rooms are available through 6 floors. Here's a badly taken video tour of my room.

Amenities provided by the ryokan which I didn't use except for the towel. That on the right is the whole key they give you, that thing the key was attached to was heavy. Maybe it's because they don't want you to forget it. The view outside the room was quite lovely indeed though.

I settled in real quick and unpacked things that I knew I would need, getting more used to this by now. I checked the site provided with a QR code to see if Gekkabijin, one of the 4 private onsen available at this ryokan, would be unoccupied, but it was taken at the time. Waiting for a bit, I grew bored and decided to simply head down to another onsen beside Gekkabijin on the same floor. This was the main highlight of coming here and I wasn't about to let the opportunity slip to enjoy my baths.

Holy shit, the moment I got there, the elderly couple that had been using Gekkabijin got out, and it turned to unoccupied. What luck! I went in and immediately took it for myself. Here's a video of Gekkabijin I took.

Entrance to 月下美人 Gekkabijin, or "The beauty under the moon".

Man it was a good cleanse and shower with a most excellent soak after, what with the whole place to myself I only had to ensure that I didn't enter the bath all dirty. The entire stone bath had enough space for something like 3-4 people for sure, so monopolizing it felt like a guilty pleasure. I stayed in there just long enough to enjoy the reprieve from the cold weather, and thought to myself, "遇えてよかった".

After that, I went back to my room to update my journal. I also took the chance to open the section of the window that I could fully and sat there on the ledge enjoying the fresh air, nice breeze, river sounds and cool weather, which I was already getting accustomed to after the trial by fire (or ice) of Tashirojima. It was calming and soothing, with no sounds of cars or other modern thingamajigs to pollute my ears. Being able to sit by a window simply staring out into space and enjoying the breeze like that was something I've always wanted to do, and doing it here made it all the more enjoyable in such natural surroundings.

Continued in Part 2

[deathdanse]

Watching Homura's expressions change-- presumably reacting to Corbeau offering a hug-- made Corbeau thankful in the moment that she had her mask on, she'd hate to make Homura uncomfortable with her own confused expression.

As memory served, Homura when they first met was awfully reserved-- though Corbeau chalked it up to Homura simply being in a unfamiliar situation, but now she had to wonder.. do they... not hug in the future anymore? Perhaps the future was not as bright as she was led to beli--

Oop. Nevermind, she was just unsure! Corbeau breathes a sigh of relief as Homura accepts the hug. Corbeau's love language was physical touch, as a result-- she gave excellent hugs. She keeps her arms around Homura's shoulders and back, giving her a gentle-yet-firm squeeze that lasts for a few moments. Were Homura more accepting of hugs, Corbeau could have easily given her a squeeze hard enough to crack a few spots in her spine-- make her feel like she just shot up a few inches in height-- but that can be for another time, when they're more acquainted perhaps.

"Oh, how sweet of you to remember me! Truthfully, I often thought of you myself-- how you were doing back in your own time and all." Corbeau laughs again as Homura breaks away from the hug, her hands now resting on her hips as she glances around once again. "Is this what museums look like in your time? I like it! Reminds me of my home with my benefactor. She had a study that looks a lot like this!"

Corbeau can't help the slight drop in her expression as Homura asks about her sisters, she quickly covers it up with another smile. "..Ah, straight to business then? I was wondering if there was something more than simply missing my presence."

She ponders the question, closing her eyes in thought. Corbeau was always an open book, she had no problem telling the Holy Girl and her friends her abilities-- if it meant that they could fight her to the fullest, she happily welcomed it. She even told Homura the secret of her powers-- why the other magical girls she associated with wore such vacant expressions-- without a care in the world. But when it came to her sisters.. it was a different story.

While the simple offer without any details had piqued Corbeau's interest, it was more of a matter if her sisters would feel the same way.

Corbeau's whole existence as a magical girl, as much as she reveled in the power it gave her, was something that she had seen as a means to an end. The queen of all people, approaching Corbeau in a jail cell after it was discovered that Jehan de la Rue, the rising star in jousting tournaments was actually a young woman, offering her a way out that would not only save her from serving time in jail or worse, but save her sisters too. Of course Corbeau jumped at the opportunity, anything for her sisters.

The deal was that Corbeau was to become a magical girl, and carry out Isbeau's will in the war.. but Corbeau's wish triggering the queens monsterous witch form, and Lapin sealing her fate by making a contract in the moment-- certainly threw a wrench in what Corbeau thought was the perfect deal.

It certainly didn't take long for Minou to form a contract herself either. While on the surface, Corbeau was happy that her sisters had the means to protect themselves proper-- she was angry. This wasn't the deal, it wasn't supposed to turn out this way.

What was worse, was the way Minou latched onto Isbeau. Corbeau did not think much of it, she was so young when the sisters arrived to Isbeau's castle, and as much as Corbeau hated to say it-- she had blonde hair, just like their own mother who passed years before. Corbeau tried her best to keep their mother's memory alive with stories and songs she and Lapin heard when she was alive.. but it didn't matter in the face of an actual, tangible mother figure. She could feel Minou pulling away from Corbeau as the months dragged on, she didn't want to admit it to herself, but there was always the worry that Minou no longer cared for her.. a thought that always scared her when it resurfaced, only to be quickly pushed back down to the depths of her mind.

Corbeau considers this, her eyes remaining closed in thought before opening them and looking at Homura.

"..Well, your words have certainly caught my attention." Corbeau smiles playfully, she personally had no stake in the war itself, it was simply a part of the agreement between her and Isbeau-- to fight with the English for the sake of her grand design.

Corbeau's hands go behind her back as she leans forward to look at the other. "But I wonder.. will the details keep it? Please, tell me more."

Relief flooded through Homura's very core as soon as she heard her name. A speck of embarrassment mixed in with the relief, mostly because of how vocal Corbeau turned out being. She refused to allow the awkward humiliation any time to show upon her face, however. She keeps up her smile, pleased to be recognized by the older magi. Being recognized by anyone nowadays is often troublesome issue that needed to be addressed. Corbeau remembering her, however, is something she hoped on seeing.

No one could prepare her for how this gamble with time would go, but it's a risk she will have to take.

She didn't want to mess with Corbeau's memories, she really didn't want to go down that path. As a victim of tampered memories, she knew how bad it could get. A witch, herself, messing with her memories was not a fun time. Destroying all the carefully built utopia of her own witch's labyrinth was not a fun experience, she knows that. To discover that she was the real culprit witch, not the innocent Sweets Witch, is still an unpleasant memory. She is the only one to remember that dream, so she has to live with the bitter taste of those memories.

Her decision to mess with time and space is something she doesn't regret. Punishing the Incubators for what they did to her is also something she doesn't regret. What she does regret is her foolish confidence— She really did think her plan would go off without any issues, didn't she? She overestimated the power she had gained. To end up all the way in Europe during the The Hundred Years' War because she struggled with rewriting the universe is still quite the shock. She is glad no one could mock her for such a massive mistake.

Meeting Corbeau didn't feel like the result of mistake, however... Not even once.

Bringing someone back from the depths of history is something new, though this was not the first fallen puella magi she has brought back. It was a test to see if she can actually manage such a feat. There was a chance she could land back in that same period if she concentrated hard enough on reaching Corbeau. Luckily, she did bring back Corbeau. The only thing she could not be for certain is whether the masked warrior would remember her... Uncertain, she tried her best to give Corbeau a warm welcoming.

❝ Ah, you do remember me. It seems your memory is not damaged, so that's wonderful news. I was worried you wouldn't remember me... ❞ The relief painted across an otherwise tired face is genuine. To express such a worry aloud to someone else, a real person, is something she has stopped doing. Old habits seem to come back to her at the sight of such a familiar face.

It's been a very long time since anyone has greeted her so loudly... Not only that, but the greeting turned out to be so warmly. Homura had been completely prepared for the total opposite, perhaps even violence. Surprise overtook everything at such a positive reaction, but she certainly didn't expect Corbeau's arms to spread out in an invitation. She was so caught off guard that the smile slipped off her face, leaving her there with a mouth hanging open in surprise. For a split moment, she didn't know what to do.

Everything in her body tells her to not move closer, whispering that it was only a trap. Every instinct, every single one that has kept her going this far, tells her that to walk closer will lead to her own downfall. Hesitation grips at her tired mind, piercing the relief until it began to bleed out. Homura almost doesn't seem like she will move forward, but her legs begin to move. If her dolls were here, they would most likely laugh at how stupid she has fallen. They would arm themselves with books, ready to beat some sense into her since there were no tomatoes or pomegranates within their reach.

Her dolls, however, were busy with their game of pretend. She didn't like how she has made by allowing them to disguise themselves as slightly different versions of herself, but... What else could she do? She had more important work to do, so keeping them in a human form meant they would need to behave more... properly. She still kept an eye on them through mirrors, the eyes of her raven familiars, or any form of watery surface.

Homura grows closer, allowing herself to be embraced.

As soon as she took her first step forward is when her piece of jewelry decides to come to life. Abandoning the form of a ear cuff, the black lizard instantly moves away from the both of them. Its movement is silent and quick, a blurry shape of darkness. It climbs up and up until it stands on top of a tall bookshelf, wearing a frozen grin. The tension in Homura's body melts away once she realizes the grinning lizard, the guardian of the diamond-shaped gemstone, has quickly realized it needed to bounce off her body. After all, it didn't want to be caught.

❝ Yes, this is my doing... I wanted to see you again, so I brought you to my time. I figured it would be more pleasant for you, though perhaps quite jarring. ❞ With nothing holding her back from the embrace, Homura allows herself to relax. The lizard was quite the handful in the beginning, wasn't it? She had no idea what it was, but all she knew that the gemstone hanging from its tail was hers.

It has learned how to behave, though it still chooses to be quite unpredictable. Their first encounter with each other is when it took one look at her before confidently strutting off, not even bothering to wait. It willingly left her in the pitch-dark forest, not caring if she chose to follow or not. The salamander is still quite a troublemaker, which is why she can never leave it by itself. She didn't allow it to go too far from her, but it automatically tends to move away from her whenever she got within arm's reach of someone else.

Even though it isn't truly alive, it still has very smart instincts. It knows how to move, but it also knows what the next best move would be. She has slowly come to learn more about it, including how the witch runes on its body spelled the name of a witch. Learning how to read runes was, well, something she learned over time. There was less of a learning curve, though. She understood it now, but she still wasn't terribly confident enough.

❝ I suppose I am something else, yes... Well, the good thing is how I've gotten much better with handling all of this magic since our last encounter. ❞ The tentative smile that slowly came back onto her face, like the creature guarding her dark orb, threatens to leave her. Homura knew she didn't deserve Corbeau's praise, but... How could she even break her sinful deeds to a smiling Corbeau? She couldn't do it, not when Corbeau gave her such an honest smile.

You did what you had to do. Remember that. The Incubators would only try and try again to take control of Madoka. They would never stop. The fact that they made that awful prison, instantly torturing your soul. What would they have done next if you allowed yourself to go with the Law of Cycles? Yet here she is, instantly remembering the way Sayaka still glared down at her.

Sayaka had gotten smarter compared to the last time she spoke with Sayaka, that's true. She caught her trick back in the dreamy labyrinth, didn't she? She looked like she was a wiser version of herself... But she still glared at her as if she was Madoka's biggest problem, didn't she? Sayaka believed her lies about wanting to destroy the world as soon as all the wraiths were gone. Her dolls threw tomatoes her way as soon as they caught onto her performance, easily seeing her as a very awful actor.

You will still be her enemy one day, won't you? Ignoring her sacrifice is one thing, but you tore her apart in order to bring her back to her most perfect self to this very soil. You had to beat the Incubators to the chase, so you couldn't allow yourself to be taken away when there is still trouble. They could torture your soul as much as they would like, they already did exactly that in the Isolation Field, but you could never let them touch her. But Sayaka, the stubborn fool that she is, could not even begin to understand her decision. She will never see her in a positive light, will she?

So be it.

She will that force of evil.

❝ I did bring you here on purpose, yes. I'm glad to see that I didn't fail. ❞ Homura allows herself to pull away, but she's still close. The memory of Sayaka brought her back to her goal, reminding her of the true purpose for pulling a fallen warrior out of her own time. Corbeau, she hoped, would understand her actions. Talking about them, however, was her biggest issue.

❝ I hope you don't mind this personal question, Corbeau... But... What are your thoughts on joining a different battle? Would you prefer to live a more peaceful life with your sisters, far from another battlefield? ❞ Homura normally didn't ask such personal questions to fallen contractees, but... Corbeau will be an exception.

[kaeyas-wifehusband]

Behold! A list of silly, cute Ragbros headcanons!

- Diluc carries mint chocolate candy everywhere he goes. It’s Kaeya’s favorite and he often slides him a piece (or two. or three.) whenever they’re spending time together. Doesn’t matter when. Doesn’t matter where. In the middle of a completing a commission? Oop, piece of candy. Fighting off an abyss mage? Oop, piece of candy. Hanging out at the tavern? Oop, piece of candy.

- During one of his patrols, Kaeya spots an owl’s nest with a couple eggs in it. He, of course, mentions this to Diluc the next time he sees him. Luc, being the animal lover he is, is absolutely stoked and observes the nest (from afar!). He takes pictures and even captures the moment the owlets break through their shells.

(The rest of this is one big headcanon that I separated into multiple parts to make it easier to read)

- When Kaeya first arrived to the winery, he was scared, cold. When bedtime came, he laid there wide awake for over an hour. The wild storm outside and the racing thoughts within made sleep seem impossible. He decides to sneak out to get a cup of water. However, he stops when sees a small light coming from Diluc’s room. Kaeya pokes his head in and sees his new brother sitting up in bed with his nose buried in a book. When he squints, he can make out the title on the front: Aesop’s Fables.

- Before he can back out of the room, though, Diluc calls out to him. “Oh! Hey! Didn’t see ya there. I'm just reading my favorite book." He ran his small, stubby fingers against the embroidery of the cover. "It belonged to my mother when she was a kid!". Kaeya nodded, not even bringing himself to mutter a single word. Diluc glances around. "Um…you’re not gonna tell Father that I’m up so late, are you?” Now stepped fully into the room, Kaeya shakes his head and fiddles with the collar of his nightshirt. “Phew! Thanks, Kae!” Something in Kaeya’s chest leaped. No one has ever given him a nickname before. It felt nice.

- A beat of silence passed. Kaeya was about to step out when Luc gently patted the empty spot next to him. “You don’t have to go back to bed yet. You can join me, if you’d like.” He didn’t have to say that twice, apparently. Within the blink of an eye, Kaeya was crawling up onto Diluc’s bed, snuggling up to him as he read. Luc’s storytelling voice was soothing and warm. It gave the comfort he forgot he needed. As minutes went by, it wasn’t long until he felt the heaviness of sleep began to take hold. Before drifting off, however, the racing thoughts that once filled his brain fizzled out until all that was left was one word, one feeling: safe.

[ask-obt]

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[simpforhoon]

my beautiful person. (p.sh) *ೃ༄

Pairing: soft dom! bad boy!sunghoon x female reader

Genre: Smut, fluff, very slight angst (oral, f receiving, marking, protected sex, use of pet names,)

Word Count: 3k (probably my longest one yet)

Warnings: implication that reader is being bullied, insecurities.

a/n : this is totally not based off that one ask I got hahhahhaha, no but fr I loved it so much and I just had to write this,,,, and just wanted to add, that it is implied that reader is slightly chubby and that’s okay, cause all bodies are beautiful. I love you all sm, mwah<3333 this is set in high school, but all characters are of legal age here! also this isnt proof read oops, and reposted again

synopsis: you were having second thoughts about yourself, and sunghoon wasnt having any of that.

you and sunghoon had been dating for around 6 months now, and to say that the whole school was stunned when you revealed your relationship would be an understatement. no one had expected sunghoon, the school’s notorious so called “bad boy” to date you, the quiet student who sat at the back of the class. you weren’t very studious, but you liked spending time at the library, and your idea of a good weekend was curling up next to the fire with a cup of steaming hot chocolate. sunghoon, on the other hand was the total opposite of you. he would be out at parties almost every weekend with his best friends jay and jake. known for fucking around with multiple girls, he was unattainable. until he met you.

initially, you had rejected all his advances, not wanting to get involved with him, but he grew on you and soon, the two of you started dating. dating him came with its pros and cons. he bought you flowers every week, took you out for drives on his bike late at night, bought you all these cute little gifts, and he never forgot to remind you of just how infatuated he was with you. and of course they had to be cons to dating someone as “popular” as sunghoon. namely, the gaggle of fan girls who tended to follow him wherever he went. when they found out, the hate notes and rumours began. post its stuck to your locker every day, rumours circling around that sunghoon just wanted you for the sex, why he chose you out of all the other students in school, and of course they took a toll on you.

you never told sunghoon though, he always showed up late for school, only staying till the end of the day to drop you home, which ended up in him never finding out about the rumours and notes.

and now we come to the day it all went to shit. you’d arrived to school on time as usual, walking through the hallways, people whispering about whatever new rumour someone had spread about you that day. the only difference today, was a certain park sunghoon leaning against your locker, a single rose in his left hand, frowning at a bunch of post it’s that adorned your locker. realising that he must have come early to school to surprise you, you hurriedly made your way to your locker before quickly ripping the notes off of it. “baby why-” sunghoon began, as you cut him off before he could say anything more “I dont want to talk about it hoon”. you muttered, as you quickly grabbed your books and ran to class.

sunghoon whipped his head around when he felt a tap on his shoulder, only to be met with the smirking face of jeon yeseul, the schools “queen bee”. she was essentially the head of the sunghoon fan club and she’d been after him for years now. no one was angrier than her when the two of you started dating. “whatever you’re gonna say, I dont want to hear it. just leave me and my girlfriend alone” he said throughout gritted teeth as he rushed to the classroom to find you before class started, leaving yeseul in shock, as everyone in the hallway snickered at the little show.

sunghoon took his seat next to you in class, albeit a little too late to talk to you, as the teacher walked in almost right after he did, looking surprised at the fact that sunghoon was actually attending her class. “how nice of you to finally grace us with your presence mr. park” she said, raising an eyebrow and smiling as sunghoon rolled his eyes. his hand found yours under the desk, squeezing it lightly, almost as if he was reassuring you. the class flew by in silence between tbe both of you, his hand never leaving yours even for a second, his worried eyes drifting to your figure hunched over the desk every two minutes. the shrill bell rang as everyone in class gathered their books for the next class. but before you could go to your next class, sunghoon was dragging you away and down the stairs to the back entrance of the school where he had parked his bike.

“hoon what the fuck?? I have class now you know” you said as you stared up at him with fiery eyes. he looked back at you with the exact same expression, one that might have had most people cowering in fear, but not you. “when were you going to tell me about these” he spat out as he pulled a bunch of notes from the pocket of his black jeans, waving them in front of your face. the look in his eyes softened as he saw the way you looked uneasy at the mention of those notes. going off to throw them in the bin, he came back and sighed as he took your hand in his and said softly, “baby you know how much I love you right? please, please don’t listen to whatever those disgusting people are saying, you’re so so beautiful and you’re so perfect for me, and who ever can’t see that can go to hell” reaching up to cup one of your cheeks in his hand. that was all it took for you to crack, small tears welling up in your eyes. he smiled at you, before pulling you into a hug and whispering, “please don’t shut me out, I dont care about what all those rotten people say, all i need is you okay?” “okay” you whispered, your voice slightly hoarse.

he wiped away your tears and handed you a helmet and smirking. “hoon, no we have class” you said trying to walk back to the school building, before he grabbed your waist and hoisted you into his bike, putting the helmet on your head. “not anymore” he said adjusting the straps on it, “you and I are going to go on a long ride before I take you home and help you get ready for the party today”. he finished adjusting the helmet on tour head before tapping it lightly and moving to get his own. “party?? I dont remember agreeing to this” he turned around and smiled at you pulling on his gloves “I just want to show everyone how hot my girlfriend is, now hold on tight princess” and within seconds, the two of you were speeding out of the campus as you squealed and screamed at him for going so fast. all he did was chuckle before going even faster, ignoring your pleas as his heart almost beat out of his chest at the feeling of your arms wrapped so tightly around him. he had never been so glad for the helmet that hid his rosy cheeks. the two of you ended up going all over the city, before getting lunch at a diner and then heading to sunghoons house to pick out his outfit before he took you back to your house to put together your outfit.

you fell face first on your bed, whining about having to dress up and socialise. “but hoooooon, I won’t even know anyone there” you said, rolling up and down your bed as he rummaged around your closet. you looked up when you heard him let out a whistle, only to find him holding up a see through package inside which sat the cute white lacy lingerie set you ordered for yourself a few days ago. you got it on impulse, not knowing if it would actually look good on you, and you didnt have the courage to try it on yet. he smirked as he saw the flustered expression on your face as you scrambled up to try and snatch the package put of his hands. but he stood up and held it above his head, a smile gracing his sharp features as you attempted to jump up and pry it out of his hands. “when were you going to show this to me?” he said cheekily, laughing at the embarrassed mess you’d become.

“never.” you said, stretching out your hand to try and take it from him. sure, the two of you had gotten pretty far in your relationship, but not as far as to have sex. it wasnt like you didn’t want to, you were always afraid he wouldn’t like you, or that he would compare you to some of the more skinnier girls he’d been with. your ex had done the same thing, eventually leaving you for someone else, leaving you with a bunch of insecurities and low self esteem. you were glad to say that you’d built yourself back up, but that same jealous feeling always came back whenever you looked through magazines with all their skinny models, or even the girls at your school.

sunghoon’s gaze faltered the moment you said that, replaced with a look of confusion and a hint of sadness, as he instantly sat you down on your bed and looked you straight in the eye. “but why?” he asked, and you shrugged, not wanting to tell him how you felt, thinking he would find it silly and laugh at you. instead you looked down at your fingers, playing around with them as sunghoon cupped your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. he sighed, before saying, “ I know what you’re thinking of, and how many times do I have to tell you sweetheart? I love you so so much. you’re so beautiful and you’re so fucking sexy. i know some people have said some undermining things about you, but ignore them. in my eyes, you’re the most beautiful person in the world, okay? and better yet, you’re my beautiful person”. you couldnt help the smile that crept up your face at his words, inevitably making him smile too and you pulled him in for a kiss.

“thank you”. “now, will you try this on for me?” he said, the soft smile he had on replaced with a smirk. you rolled your eyes at him, muttering a “fine” before taking the package and walking to the bathroom. the material was soft against your fingers as you slipped off your clothes and undergarments before pulling on the delicate lingerie. sighing at yourself in the mirror, you mentally counted to three and prepared yourself before walking out of the bathroom. “babe?” you called out to sunghoon, and my oh my was he stunned. the moment he saw you, his eyes went wide as he looked you up and down, licking his lips before smiling. getting off the bed, he lead you to the full length mirror in your room, making you stand in front of it as his hands caressed each and every one of your curves.

“you look so pretty baby” he whispered as he pressed wet open mouthed kisses over the expanse of your neck, finding your sweet spot almost instantly as you let out a moan at his actions. quickly spinning the two of you around, he sat down on the bed and pulled you into his lap before resuming his trail down your neck. his found their way to your ass, squeezing the supple flesh, eliciting another moan from you before moving away from your now marked up neck to look at you. “I’m basically half naked and you’re fully clothed, this is so unfair hoon” you said, pushing off the leather jacket he had chosen to wear. he chuckled before pulling you even closer by your waist and mumbling a “patience doll” and attaching his soft lips to yours.

your skin felt so soft under his hands and he couldnt help but try and reach every single part of you, running his hands over every curve and dip, imprinting them in his memory. he pulled his shirt over his head, groaning as you instantly attached your lips to his neck, wanting to mark him up as well. getting off his lap slightly, to allow him to take off his jeans, you let him push you down into your bed. you couldn’t be more thankful that your parents were out of town at this moment as sunghoon slotted his lips with yours.

both of you were naked in almost no time, and sunghoon wasted no time in pressing kisses to every part of your body, mumbling things like “beautiful” and “gorgeous” every now and then. he reached down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, earning a moan from you, as his other hand found your other nipple, squeezing and tugging at it. your back arched off the bed, your crotch pressed up against his as you ground down onto him. he went lower and lower and he was soon face to face with your dripping cunt, not wasting a single moment in diving in, eating you out like a starved man. not even two minutes in, you could feel an unfamiliar knot build up in your stomach before you were gasping. “hoon, I’m close I cant-” not even giving you time to finish your sentence, he pulled away, leaving you breathless. “I want you to cum on my cock�� he said, reaching over the bed and pulling out his wallet and a condom packet from it, earning him a weird look from you. “have you been carrying that all this time?”, he shrugged, “never knew when were gonna have sex babe, it’s good to be prepared” reaching up to line himself with your entrance, he intertwined your hands. “it’s your first time right? I’ll be gentle okay? take a deep breath for me love”. he reached down to kiss you as he pushed himself in slowly so as to not cause you too much pain. you groaned at the unfamiliar feeling as sunghoon bottomed himself out inside you.

he was no small man and he was quite a lot to get used to. getting a nod from you, he slowly began thrusting, the pain slowly morphing into pleasure, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as his thrusts got faster. “shit hoon, you feel so- so good” you managed to get out as he pushed one of his hands to rub your clit. a number of praises fell from his mouth with each thrust, trying to be as gentle as possible, but at the same time not being able to control himself. “you take me in so well sweetheart, you were made for me, gonna make sure you never think about anyone but me” he said, leaning down to kiss you.

his thrusts got sloppier as he felt you clench around him, a sign that both of you were close. “hoon I’m close, I’m gonna cum, holy shit” you said as he pushed your leg up, thrusting deeper into you. “that’s it sweetheart, cum for me, cum all over my cock” he said and that was all it took for you to unravel cumming all over his cock, as he followed soon after, emptying himself into the condom. he pulled out of you slowly, tossing the condom aside and running to grab a cloth from your bathroom, and gently cleaning you up.

“you up for a shower or do you wanna watch a movie and sleep?” he asked you, brushing a few sweaty strands off your face. “I think a movie sounds good right now” you smiled up at him. grabbing your laptop, he pulled a blanket over tbe two of you, pulling you up to cuddle him as he played a random movie. “what about that party you wanted to go to?” you asked and he smiled down at you “fuck it” he said, stroking your hair. “hoon?” “hm?” “thank you” you whispered. “ for what love?” “everything.” smiling, he played the movie, and soon the two of you were asleep in each others arms.

heyyy, thank you for reading, I hope you liked it!! dont forget to stay hydrated and dont skip your meals!!!!

[chirp-a-chirp]

Court of Darkness: Wedding Head Cannon (Roy)

I wanted to get ONE head cannon of a consort’s wedding this week--especially since it’s the week of my anniversary. So here’s one short story (~1500 words) of what I think Roy’s wedding could be like with the MC--MC’s name is Carla. This story takes place after book one on the English Server. Who knows how cannon it is with the Japanese server (oops if it isn’t).

Bonus: Story also includes Sherry, Grayson, King Klaus (Team Invidia!), Rio, and Lynt

Fluffy/sap level is like a 15/10. I make ZERO apologies for this 😝

Roy and Carla are flying on Aurora the pegasus’ back in casual clothes. The light blue shirt Roy wears and his pink tinted hair blend into the sunset.

It is a week before their wedding and both have been feeling stressed. Though Roy’s parents are aware of Carla’s magic thanks to Roy’s interventions with the Headmaster, the Invidian court is not due to the ramifications of her power in Saligia. The court believed Carla to be an Avari citizen, and Invidian diplomats and courtiers were in a frenzy to ensure the wedding combined the best elements of Invidian and Avari customs. The wedding had become a national extravaganza and now one with Avari eyes on it. King Klaus sympathized with his son and his soon to be daughter-in-law’s desires for a simpler affair, but the country’s needs came first. Or so Roy assumed his father would say. He and Sherry had heard it often enough.

Carla feels the arms around her tighten as they soar from town. She turns her head and sees a smile free from tension for the first time in days.

“Would you care to tell me where we’re going?”

“It’s a secret.” Roy nibbles on her earlobe. Carla shivers.

“I thought we had no more secrets from one another? And don’t think you can distract or embarrass me so you don’t have to reply back!” Though the Invidian capital is quickly fading from view, Carla is aware they are outside, in public, even if their figures are difficult to detect from where they are in the sky. Roy is not concerned. His carefree smile borders on cocky yet angelic. Roy trails a line of wet kisses at the nape of her neck.

“I am replying to you Heartspell. Just not in the way you anticipated.” He whispers in her ear.

“Roy.” Carla aims her best glare at him. Roy chuckles at her earnest attempt to stare him down. Carla’s expressiveness and forthright nature were among the many reasons he loved her.  

“You’re right about the secrets.” The cocky smile shifts to one that is earnest, almost pleading. “A surprise then. One I sincerely hope you like.” He shifts himself so that his chin rests on top of Carla’s head. “I promise to behave until we arrive. Which,” Roy scans the ground with his golden eyes, “shouldn’t be too long now.”

Aurora begins her decent. As the landscape becomes clearer, Carla notes they are in an Invidian field covered with flowers. As Aurora lands softly on the ground, Carla is shocked to see Sherry, Rio, and Lynt waving their arms. Grayson stands stoically behind the trio holding a tome of some sorts.

“Hey Roy! Over here mate!” Rio trots to the duo.

“You’re here.” Lynt says.

“Carla! I’m so excited for the two of you!” Sherry runs and throws an arm around Carla in a hug. In the other arm Sherry holds a bouquet of flowers. The pink flowers Carla recognizes as Invidian roses. The white and purple flowers look like a Saligia version of lilies and lavender, flowers Carla’s mother adored when she was alive. Rio and Lynt wear boutonnières with the same flowers.

“What’s all this?” Carla looks at her friends in befuddlement before turning to Roy.

“You didn’t tell her?” Sherry looks at her brother in confusion.

“Surprise, Heartspell.” Roy kneels to the ground and takes one of Carla’s hands in his. “I know next week’s ceremony is not what either of us desire. So, will you pledge yourself to me today, before everyone here?”

“What?” Carla’s eyes are wide with shock.

“This ceremony is not official, but, if you’re willing to have it, it will be the one that is official in my heart. Our hearts, I hope.”

Grayson coughs loudly. “Prince Roy, it can be.” Grayson inclines his head towards Lynt.

“Grayson has been officiated. Compliments of Akedia and the Headmaster.” Lynt smiles softly. “The ceremony will count even if held here.”  

“What?” Now Roy’s eyes are in shock. He still holds Carla’s hand in his.  

“Hehe! You and Carla have the same look on your face!” Sherry preens.

Carla tears her eyes from Sherry and looks at Roy, who’s still kneeling. “How did you know I wanted this kind of ceremony? With these kind of flowers that my parents had at their wedding?”

“I heard you talking to Sherry about it some days ago.” Roy smiles ruefully. “The ceremony next week is for the people of Invidia. And we are actors on the stage. It’s not for us. This ceremony is, if you want it.”

Carla’s heart is overflowing. “Roy, this...is everything I could have asked for.” She kneels on the ground, still holding his hand, needing to talk to him at eye level. “However,” she asks hesitantly, “What about your parents?”

Roy and Sherry exchange a sad glance. Grayson grimaces. “Roy and I discussed this. We…” Sherry’s voices trails.

“We didn’t want to put our parents in a difficult position.” Roy’s eyes drop to the ground. “I didn’t want to force father and mother to have to choose between their son’s wishes and Invidia’s.” And, I know which choice father would have made. Roy sighs and looks at Grayson. “I am already putting Grayson in an unfair position. And that was even before him becoming an officiant.”

“I chose to do this, Prince Roy.” Grayson’s gaze is steady as he looks at the prince. “If I ever marry, I would want a ceremony of my choosing. Consider it my gift to you.”

“Thank you Grayson.”

“And, you’ll still have next week’s ceremony!” Rio pipes up. “It’s not like you’re denying Invidia that!”  

“True, dear Rio.” Roy smiles and squeezes Carla’s hand. “So, Carla, what do you say? Will you marry me now?”

“YES!” Carla launches herself at Roy, arms twirling around his neck. Roy hugs her close, face buried in her hair.

“When we became paramours, I imagined us in this field one day.” He mutters softly in her hair so only she can hear. “In that image, you were beautiful. It pales to how radiant you are now.”

“But I’m not in my wedding dress.” Carla gestures to her simple frock.

“It doesn’t matter. Do you mind me dressed as I am?” He gestures to his light blue shirt and simple black pants.

“No, of course not.” Carla nestles closer.

“Ahem.” Grayson coughs.

“Carla! Brother! You’re not married yet!” Sherry chides the couple, touching Carla’s shoulder.

“They aren’t?” Rio looks puzzled.  

“I don’t think so?” Lynt tilts his head.

Carla and Roy rise from the ground smiling and walk to Grayson. Grayson opens the tome, intending to speak. Suddenly, the entire group turns as they hear hoof prints running on the ground.

“Wait!”

Roy is stunned to see a white horse zooming towards them. His father, King Klaus, and mother are ridding his father’s favorite stallion. The horse comes to a stop and Klaus dismounts, holding a hand to help his wife off.

“We hoped you would be here Roy.” His mother walks towards Roy, her golden eyes exchanging a look with Klaus, who follows close behind. The tension Roy had felt for weeks comes roaring back, fear clawing his heart. Please understand. Please. Creator help me, I wanted you to be here, but I couldn’t ask. What if you said no?

“How did you know where to find us?” Sherry asks. Even in her shock, Carla is reminded of how similar Sherry and her mother look. Sherry tries to hide her flower bouquet unsuccessfully. Lynt and Rio share a guilty look. Grayson’s cheeks redden as his eyes are fixated on the family scene.

“A mother always knows.” She replies quietly and looks at Carla. “Roy often came here as a child after his studies. His favorite place to escape.”

“I was not escap—“

“You came here to think. To breathe. To ponder your future.” She smiles fondly at her son. “When I could not find you or Carla, this was the first place I thought you might be.” Roy’s mom looks at Klaus before continuing. “I know the wedding preparations have been trying. For you both.”    

Carla lowers her eyes apologetically. “I’m sorry your majesties. Roy and I, we—”

“Carla.” Roy takes a hand and strokes her cheek briefly. His eyes meet his father’s. He’s prepared to hear his disappointment. Roy sighs before continuing. “Carla did not plan any of this. And please do not blame Grayson and Sherry—they did as I asked. I—“ Roy stumbles, trying to explain. “Selfish as it is, I did not want to share this moment with Invidia.” Roy takes Carla’s hand and kisses it softly. “The people will have their ceremony next week. And they’ll have us for the rest of our lives. I…wanted the wedding Carla and I wished we could have. If you are angry, let it be at me.” Please don’t be mad at Carla. Please. “We wanted you here. But I didn’t want to put you in an awkward position by asking you to come when you’d have to say no, or discounting the work done by the court for the official wedding. I apologize for—”

“Are we too late?” Klaus interrupts. He looks at his son.

“No.” Roy stares at his father, unbelieving. “You—you’re not upset?”

“Roy,” Klaus begins. “As royalty, we often have to suppress what we want for our people. Our lives are not our own. Often, I must choose between being a ruler and being a father. This is not one of those times.” Klaus gazes affectionately at his wife. “Your mother has often told me she wished our wedding had been different. I was not brave enough then to give that to her.” He smiles at his son. “We would have come here if asked. You have our blessing.”

His mother touches Carla’s shoulder. “It’s time for a new tradition. There’s no reason why we can’t have a family ceremony now and the public ceremony next week.” She waves a hand; a ring of flower pedals forms a crown and falls on Carla’s head.

“I—“ Roy hugs his father, then mother, speechless. “Thank you.” He kisses his mother’s cheek. Carla follows with her own hugs, a tear trickling down her face.

“Welcome to the family Carla,” Klaus says. He and his wife stand beside Sherry. “Grayson, will you begin the proceedings?”

“Yes your majesties.” He smiles softly.

Roy and Carla stand together in front of Grayson, before their friends and family. The first day of their new lives together.

[222col]

Online Dating

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Sam sets Bucky up for a dating app, and he meets Y/N.

Word Count: 1,168

“This is ridiculous Sam, why are you making me do this?” 

Sam set Bucky up for online dating. Bucky wasn’t too pleased. “Right, picture time.” Sam picks up Bucky’s phone and starts snapping some photos of him. “Go stand over there.” Bucky mumbles a ‘for god’s sake’ under his breath and moves by the window where Sam has pointed. He adds them to Bucky’s profile and enters a few questions for him. “What’s your favourite book?” Sam asks. “The Hobbit.” Sam gives him a puzzled look. “How the hell do you know the Hobbit?” 

“I read it in 1937. When it first came out.” He just sighs and adds it into the profile. “We need to add some of your interests.” Bucky pauses, he only knows his old interests, from before he was frozen. He wasn’t up to date with any new things yet, he hadn’t found the time. “We’ll just put some generic stuff.” Sam types on his phone quickly, and puts it down on the table. “Done.” 

Bucky picks up the phone, scanning his new profile. “38?” He questions. “Well, we can’t put your real age, can we?”

Bucky Barnes. 

38. 

Into working out, drinking, watching movies, dancing, reading. 

Favourite book? The Hobbit. 

Favourite film? The Hobbit.

“But I’ve never seen the film,” Sam rolls his eyes. “Well you can watch it tonight then, can’t you.”

Night owl or morning person? Night owl. 

Old-fashioned or young at heart? Definitely old-fashioned.

Ideal date? Movie and drinks. 

“I guess that’ll do. Ahh, Sam, it’s making a noise, what did I do?” He shakes his head and snatches the phone from Bucky’s hands. “It means you have a match.” Sam clicks a few buttons and shows Bucky. “See, she matched with you. It means she’s interested. Her name is Y/N. Do you want to message her?” Bucky nods his head. “How do I do that? Phone message Y/N!” He shouts directly at the phone. “Oh my god, no.” 

Sam spends the rest of the afternoon teaching Bucky how to use dating app, and eventually all the other apps on his phone. “Is this why you don’t answer my texts? Because you don’t know how to?” Sam laughs slightly. “I am 106 years old, Wilson!” 

Once Sam has taught Bucky how to work his phone and left Bucky to his own devices, the app makes another noise. Now knowing what this means, he opens it up to see he has a message. 

Hey there, I must say you look so familiar! - Y/N

Hello, it’s lovely to meet you, Y/N. I’m not sure why, guess I just have one of those faces. - Bucky 

You must! It is a lovely face nonetheless. - Y/N

Why thank you, doll face. Yours is just as lovely, if not more. - Bucky

Oh, aren’t you a little flirt Bucky! - Y/N

They spoke all evening. They ended up having a lot more in common than Bucky had expected. Y/N even proposed the ideas of going out to drinks later on in the week, Bucky thought it was a fabulous idea. They planned to meet on Friday, at 8pm at a bar close to both of their places. 

“So, tonight, huh?” Sam teased, Bucky had told him all his updates, well, more like Sam forced him to tell him all his updates. “Yes. I’ve already planned what I’m going to wear, I feel like a 14 year old school girl with a crush.” Sam laughs and pats him on the back. “I’m not surprised, she’s gorgeous and it’s been a hell of a long time since you’ve been on a date.”  These words are such a relief to Bucky. “She’s probably just as nervous as you.” 

“NATASHA! Where is my black dress?” Y/N screams, rummaging through a pile of clothes on the floor. “You have about 20 black dresses, Y/N. Be more specific.” Natasha yells back from another room. “The one with the mesh sleeves! I need it for my date tonight!” No luck in the growing pile, she heads to her roommate’s closet and starts searching. “There it is, you little thief!” Natasha hides her laughter. “Oops.” 

When Y/N finishes getting ready, it’s 7:15pm. She’s way too early to leave yet, the bar was only a 10 minute walk. Natasha pours herself and her roommate a drink and the two of them sit at their table. “Why won’t you tell me who you’re going on a date with?” Nat questions, sipping her beverage. “Because you’ll search them up, and do a background check like you always do, and then tell me not to go, But I really like this one, I wanna work him out on my own thank you.” Y/N sticks her tongue out sarcastically and takes a gulp of her drink. “Fine. But if you’re not back by the morning, I’m organising a search team for your body.” Rolling her eyes, Y/N replies. “Oh you are so dramatic, Nat. He’s a really nice guy.” 

Bucky arrives first, just before 8pm, and is seated at a table on the balcony upstairs. He sets down his jacket, and the bunch of flowers he brought for Y/N and sits down. He orders two drinks, and waits patiently for her to arrive. He can’t stop his leg from bouncing up and down. His phone buzzes, it’s Sam. ‘You got this, Soldier!’

“Hi, I’m meeting someone,” Y/N tells the hostess, and is escorted upstairs. Bucky stands when he see’s her, a wide smile appearing on his face. The hostess helps her remove her coat as she goes into hug Bucky. “Hey, it’s so great to see you in person!” She smiles, and goes to sit down. Bucky tucks her chair in for her and then sits down himself. “I just ordered us two random drinks, I have no idea what’s in them,” He says shyly as the waiter brings over two fruity looking cocktails. “Looks delicious!” 

“Nice selection, Mr Barnes,” Y/N says, nodding her head after tasting the cocktail. “Damn, you’re right, I did well with these.” Bucky replies after tasting his. She giggles at his comment. They chat about anything and everything. It was as though they’d known each other for years. Eventually, it’s time for them to head off. Bucky insists on walking Y/N home. 

“You didn’t have to,” Y/N says, arriving at her place, standing outside the door. “I wanted to, Y/N.” Bucky replies, joining her on her doorstep. “I had a really lovely time tonight, I would adore seeing you again, angel.” Y/N nods her head in agreement. Bucky leans down, as Y/N leans up, their lips meeting in the middle. They’re both so caught up in the kiss they don’t even hear the door open. 

“Barnes?!” Nat exclaims as she opens the door. “Romanoff?! What are you doing at Y/N’s house?!” Y/N furrows her brow, deep in thought. “What are you doing kissing my roommate more like?!” 

“Ohh, I’ve seen you around Nat’s work. That’s why I thought you looked familiar.” 

[shadows-and-flowers]

Reconciliation (Elriel) - Chapter 1

Author’s Note: What was originally going to be a one-shot, if not a long-shot, turned into a 3 part series. Oops? It’s been quite some time since I have written anything, especially a chapter, so feedback is wholly welcomed and worshipped. I hope you will find my work to your liking. :)

Many thanks of gratitude to @shedoessoshedoes for her fantastic edits!

Summary: Solstice passed months ago. Elain’s pain, however, has not. Unable to bear it, and the constant reminder being a mistake in the Shadowsinger’s presence, she seeks respite at a certain cabin to sort out her thoughts and just...breathe.

She didn’t expect him to care.

Oh, how wrong she was for that assumption.

Pairing: Elain x Azriel (Elriel)

Warnings: Mentions of heart break, assumed unrequited love, angst

Word Count: 2476

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Even the sky shared Elain’s sorrow.

Thick raindrops fell heavily on the window. Elain wordlessly lifted a finger to the glass and trailed after one, following its path until it disappeared. If only emotions were so easy to vanish like the pitter patter of the rain. Significant, yet vulnerable and gone just as quickly as their arrival. She didn’t like rain. It reminded her too much of the Cauldron, when she was pulled from the black depths soaked to the bone and dripping multitudes of droplets, just as the sky was doing now. It mimicked Elain’s emotions well. Covered by gloom in dark grey clouds as her heart has been clouded, shedding tears as her tears have flowed freely in the passing weeks.

Yes, the downpour was quite fitting tonight.

Sitting here curled by the window in her chambers, watching in silence and a heavy ache in her heart reminded Elain too much of the time when she was first Made. Grieving, counting the days and hours until her then intended wedding, unable to discern reality from the haze she found herself ensnared in; and although she did not sit here for the same reason, she was still grieving all the same. When she finally felt like herself again after many long months so long ago, she had hoped to not feel that kind of pain ever again.

She hoped in vain.

This was a mistake.

A mistake. No words spoken have stung so fiercely than those from that night. They haunted Elain, echoing without end in her ears. Solstice had passed months ago, and yet the wound was still fresh, as though it happened just yesterday.

Elain frowned. Doubt waged war on in her mind and consumed every thought. She didn’t understand any of it. Her connection with Azriel had always been special, a bond that couldn’t be put into words but was appreciated all the same, but the way he looked at her was unlike anything Elain had ever experienced; to be capable of taking her breath away and fill life in her lungs at the same time seemed impossible to her, something only heard of in Nesta’s books. Not even Greyson had possessed that power over her while she was a mortal. The way he touched her... Mother, how scandalous the mere grace of his fingers over her skin felt, setting fire to every part of her body. He, too, seemed unwilling to part let any interaction go by without touching as much as she was. Surely, she couldn’t have been mistaken, couldn’t have read the signs wrong. This was what Elain thought that night. His presence then afterwards became scarce, and he had joined dinner less and less until his seat was became nothing more than a hollow chair. And the times Elain had been blessed to see him – well, she could only count on one hand the number of times she’d been in the same room as him, and those times were even worse than his disappearances. He wouldn’t spare a single word. A nod at the most, never letting his eyes linger for more than a brief second, as though he couldn’t look at her. That was when the realization hit Elain. It that hurt more than his rejection.

He didn’t want her.

Tendrils of darkness curled around Elain’s hands and brushed against her skin with gentle strokes. They whispered in her ear. He misses you. He doesn’t mean it. He loves you.

Love. A cruel jest.

“Begone, shadows,” Elain demanded. “Unless your master intends to speak to me himself like a male, then I have no interest.”

Elain, Elain, they woefully chanted, and then disappeared into dark whispers as they vanished.

A soft knock rapped on her door, followed by the creak as it opened. Elain didn’t need to look to know who the visitor is would be and wasn’t surprised to see Feyre standing at the doorway when she turned away from the window.

Feyre’s smile was a soft one. Worried, but she did not wish to overstep. “I came to check on you. We missed you at dinner.”

“I’m sorry,” Elain said sincerely. “I guess I wasn’t hungry.” It wasn’t entirely a lie. She didn’t have much of an appetite, and doubted Azriel would attend, and if he did, she wasn’t going to subject herself to more humiliation and pain.

“Would you like to join Nesta and I for tea? It’s your favorite.”

Elain shook her head. “No thank you. I think I will retire to bed soon.”

Feyre frowned. It was not unlike of her to skip dinner, refuse tea, and shelter herself away from people. Those patterns resembled recently Made Elain too much, and Elain hated it.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I think I’m just tired.”

But Feyre, a skilled huntress — a skill requiring more than the knowledge how to notch an arrow— had a keen eye. She knew better than to believe her terrible lie. Far too observant — a skill Elain didn’t know to be jealous of or annoyed by — no conclusion would be made without her own findings. Even before becoming Fae, she possessed the particular skill of seeing through a mask, picking it apart piece by piece with nimble fingers until there was nothing left, and maybe it was because Elain did not particularly favor lying and didn’t have an air of aloofness about her like their older sister to dispel what she may be truly feeling, but hiding her emotions was not a skill she possessed.

After a long and uncomfortable moment of silence, Feyre spoke. “You’re not fine.” That’s my high lady seeing the truth

Elain lowered her gaze to her hands. Yes, she wasn’t fine. She hasn’t been fine for some time, and she was tired pretending otherwise. In a way, she felt glad, almost relieved, for Feyre’s attentiveness. At the same time, where would she begin? She wasn’t sure she’d understand. She didn’t know what it felt to not be wanted by the male her heart yearned for – needed. No one would understand.

And even if Elain were to, could she without feeling the pain's sharp sting?

A gentle hand touched Elain’s cheek. Feyre smiled wryly from where she sat beside her, thumb lightly stroking over her skin before running over to the corner of her eye. “You’re crying.”

It took a moment for Feyre’s words to register. Reaching up, Elain felt her face and realized she was, in fact, crying. She hastily wiped her face. “I’m fine. I promise.”

“Elain,” Feyre started, softly. “It’s okay to not be okay.”

“I’m okay.” Elain cringed at how harsh her voice sounded. Her shoulders slumped. “But if I’m okay then why do I feel so terrible?” she whispered.

Feyre considered the question as she stroked the back of Elain’s head, carding her fingers through her locks with fingers seeking to soothe her sister’s distress. “Some forms of pain linger longer and weigh more heavily than others,” she said, tenderly. “You endured that very pain after...” The Cauldron. Greyson. She didn’t finish in fear of reopening an old wound. A betrayal like the one Elain went through was difficult to get past.

“Greyson was not a true love.” The confession shocked even Elain. She had loved him, but...as she thought back prior to being Made, to her old life, it occurred to her she did not feel anywhere near as strongly for Greyson as she feels now for Azriel. It was the desperation to fall back into the life that was normal and comfortable ever since she could remember, or maybe it was to keep the life that was stolen from her and resulted in their poverty. She never wanted to endure that again; never wanted Nesta to go through that and suffer the same fate as their little sister had, supporting an ungrateful family in the harsh and dangerous conditions of freezing weather and scorching heat and wandering through dangerous forests.

Feyre’s face, shadowed with concern, softened as the realization dawned on her. Understanding shone in her eyes. “Love? Oh, Elain. Do you love someone now?”

“I do.” Elain barely recognized her own voice as it rasped out in barely above a whisper. Tears stung her eyes, blurring her vision, and when Elain tried blinking them away, they fell freely. “And he doesn’t love me.” oh no babe

“Elain,” Feyre breathed, and took her sister in her arms and hugged her tightly.

“I just want the pain to go away.”

Her voice cracked, the words trembling in her throat and threatening to break apart all together. Elain didn’t try to say more; the ability to speak fled, and she had little desire to even so think about it, let alone allow her thoughts to dwell on it any more than she has. Her body trembled, and she closed her eyes. Whether it was an attempt to try to keep the tears at bay or to wistfully will away the pain, she didn’t know. For so long she has fought the heavy sorrow Solstice brought; the pain, the anger, loud doubts about herself echoing even in her sleep, the relenting questions. Months of silencing it, bearing it, of wondering why, only to determine with a shattering heart she wasn’t good enough. Now as she laid in her sister’s warm embrace, her scent a soothing balm to the aches in her soul, for the first time Elain stopped fighting and slumped in Feyre’s arms and let the tears flow, tucking herself deep in her chest as the silent tears turned into sobs.

Feyre’s arms tightened. “I’m so sorry. I wish I had known so that I could have — I wish I could have helped you.”

It was several moments when Elain’s cries subsided, now again a quiet river of tears streaming down her cheeks. She pulled away, and though Feyre loosened her hold, she didn’t drop her arms. Another moment carried on in silence before Elain finally spoke, her voice small and cracked with tears. “No one can help me.”

Feyre’s heart broke, but she understood. If there was anyone who understood her pain, it’d be Feyre. “May I ask...?”

Azriel almost kissed me. He regretted it and won’t even look at me. I’m a mistake to him.

She wanted to say the words; wanted to let them spill like a melody from her lips, to relieve herself of this burden. All Elain could offer was a shake of her head.

“I won’t press,” Feyre promised. “Do you need anything? Tea, food, a book?” Elain shook her head again. “I think I need to sleep.”

“I will leave so you can get rest, then. If you need anything, please come find me. I’ll be here.” A silent I’m here for you. Gently squeezing her arms, Feyre offered a smile before rising from her spot beside Elain and leaned over and kissed her head. “I love you. Sleep well.”

The door was only closed halfway when Elain called out. “Wait.”

Elain chewed on her lower lip in thought. She vaguely recalled there being a cabin somewhere they used, a safe place to be alone. She loved Velaris and her family – her sisters, her brothers through marriage and her miraculous nephew. Even the Inner Circle had become her family, and they welcomed her with warmth and open arms. But Azriel – it was too much. Too much thinking, too much feeling. She needed to get away. Even if for only a few hours just to breathe. As long as she was in the same home as him, always wondering where he could be, always being graced with his cruel scent whenever he was near, Elain wouldn’t be able to heal.

She needed to get away.

“There might be something you can do,” Elain said quietly. “I..I think I might want to get away from Velaris for a little while. Away from...this.” She winced, realizing her words weren’t as delicately put as she liked. Judging by Feyre’s face, she seemed to have understood her meaning. “Is there anywhere I can go to be by myself for a while?”

Understanding lit Feyre’s eyes. She smiled. “I know just the place.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The cabin was lovely.

Elain couldn’t help herself. She marveled at every corner. Every piece of furniture was placed flawlessly, complimenting the room as though great thought had gone into the spot. A warmth filled the air; not a warmth to protect from the cold — although it did provide that, but a warmth that made her feel at home. One that offered comfort and a sense of peace. :)

Safety. She was safe from every thought and doubt.

“It’s beautiful,” she said softly as she turned to her sister who stood at the door, watching with a sparkle in her eyes with what Elain thought she saw was relief. “Thank you for bringing me here. I...” she trailed off, unsure how to express her gratitude. “Thank you.”

Feyre’s answering smile was more than enough for Elain to know she understood perfectly. “This cabin has a ward so no danger can come and harm you. It has its own magic as well. Anything you ask for, it will be granted.”

“Magic? If I ask for a loaf of fresh bread, it will give me –” She smelled the sweet, yeasty aroma first before a wrapped bundle appeared in her hand. Elain gasped and unwrapped it and found a warm loaf of freshly baked bread in the cloth.

Feyre grinned. “Anything you ask,” she repeated. “I will come back in a couple of days to check up on you.” She paused, hesitant, and gingerly asked, “Will you be okay by yourself?”

“I will be fine,” Elain reassured. She offered what she thought was a smile, though forced. “I...Don’t tell anyone. Not even Nesta. I know she means well but I need to be alone.”

“It’s our secret.”

Elain felt a weight lift from her shoulders at the promise, a rock of concern that no longer burdened her. She trusted Feyre’s words: she had never broken a promise or led her astray, and she and understood the need for isolation. She wouldn’t say a word.

“I know you want to know. I know you want to ask and I’m sorry I can’t talk about it.” Feyre opened her mouth to protest. Elain shook her head. “No. It’s not okay. I killed the King of Hybern, and I can’t even talk about what has broken my heart.” She laughed bitterly. “If you want to know...” Her jaw tightened. “Ask Azriel. I’m sure he will have a more than sufficient answer.”

Feyre frowned. She wanted to ask what she meant, when Elain turned and disappeared further in the cabin with her loaf of bread and thought better against it.

Then the realization dawned on her and she quickly winnowed away.

[aminiatureworld]

Distance

Characters: Childe, Kaeya, gn!reader

Word Count: 4,280

Warnings: Swearing

Premise: What other explanation could there be? Surely this is the one logical answer. Even if it hurts, even if it doesn’t make sense.

In which the reader’s s/o assumes the reader is no longer interested.

Author’s Note: This prompt is really fun to write so far but I feel terrible torturing the poor characters like this. Oops.

Childe

The warm wind tickled Childe’s hair, causing the Harbinger to bat a few orange strands out of his face, eyes still pinned on the harbor that was fast approaching. The balmy breeze of Liyue was refreshing – a reminder of all the things he had been missing on his long-drawn-out trip. Now Childe leaned against the railing of the ship, eager to touch land, unable to contain the excitement he felt at the knowledge of what was awaiting him upon the dock.

Though he didn’t like to admit it this trip had been a particularly harrowing one, not just for Childe but for you as well. The post was notoriously touch-and-go across the Seven nations, especially with the deep snows whirling into Snezhnaya this time of year. The fact that he was gone almost a month certainly didn’t help. If he had to admit it Childe had found himself worrying about the time more than usual, worried how it might affect you. Now he was eager to push all those thoughts away, to once more find himself next to you, all well with the world. As the crew bustled around him to prepare the junk for docking the Harbinger took a deep breath in. There was nothing to worry about. Soon all would be well.

The empty dock was a jarring sight. Though saying it was devoid of people wouldn’t technically be accurate, business was going on as usual after all, to Childe it might as well have been a ghost town. Stumbling slightly, suddenly unsure of where to go, Childe climbed up the ramp awkwardly. Finding no one waiting for him on the stone pier as well, anxiety began to coil in Childe’s stomach. Had something happened? Ignoring the thoughts that flurried through his mind he quickly wove his way through the streets of Liyue. Though the city was bustling as always, laughter and shouting echoing through the air as people haggled and joked and went about their business, Childe found himself disconnected from his surroundings. His only thought was to find you, hopefully safe and sound and happy to see him.

There was no sign of anything wrong as Childe approached the door to your shared apartment. Sighing softly he dug around in his pack for the keys. You’d probably just fallen asleep, having recently taken up the habit of afternoon naps, according to your letters. Childe couldn’t really complain if that were the case, after all rest was important and you could hardly be blamed for not being aware of the time while conked out. Yes, surely you were asleep. Then Childe could give you the surprise of waking next to him. A smirk graced Childe’s lips at the thought of it, and as he turned the key in the lock he reassured himself. There was nothing to be worried about.

Unfortunately the Harbinger’s genius hypothesis had proven to be a false one. A quick scouring of the apartment revealed that you were not there, and no signs of any abnormal activity could be found as an explanation. Anxiety seeping into Childe’s mind he barely set down his pack before bolting out of the door, trying somewhat unconvincingly to keep his pace to a fast walk. Had something happened to you? Surely not! Childe knew you, knew that you could very well take care of yourself. He shouldn’t worry.

Still the thought passed through his head, combined with an even more unpleasant one. Had you simply forgotten about him? What if you didn’t care? Shaking his head the Harbinger took in a deep breath. He was overthinking things, still stuck in the mindset of a Harbinger. Not everything in life was a battle, hadn’t you told him that many times, teasing his constant need to see an obstacle to beat somewhere? He really should take your advice more seriously, at least in this case. Slowly down slightly Childe walked to the city center. He was sure his answer would be here; and that it would be so mundane as to not bother a second thought.

His pulse jumped in his throat as you finally entered his field of vision. You were sitting around with a few people, coworkers if the Guild crest and weaponry didn’t serve him wrong, chatting and smiling and overall having a wonderful time. Emotions stirred through Childe, the urge to run up to you, to stalk away, to find the nearest fountain and jump into it; but he stayed put, staring at your laughing face, pain flashing in his chest. He supposed he should’ve felt angry, felt like he’d been stood up. Instead all he felt was sadness, sadness and guilt.

Finally turning around Childe plodded back down the street, steps slow and sluggish. What did he expect really, for you to wait around for him forever? How was that fair? There was no reason you shouldn’t grow sick of waiting, shouldn’t want more out of your life. You were perfectly within your rights to want such a thing. Yet the pain continued, spreading throughout his chest until Childe felt like his lungs were on fire and his throat was crumpled in a fist of his own making.

Arriving back at the apartment a supernatural urge seemed to seize the Harbinger. Pack, he needed to pack. He wouldn’t burden you anymore, wouldn’t continue to strain your emotions by hanging around like a phantom. Luckily Childe wasn’t the kind of person to own a lot of things. Not that you really were either, between the both of you purchases mainly went into gifts for each other rather than personal buys. Childe now stood looking down at some of the things you’d bought or made for him. Scarves, books, a stuffed animal that had reminded you of his Delusion; all of these things lay peacefully on the shelf, giving the books behind them a slightly trapped looked. It was so homey and so comforting that Childe found tears pooling at the corners of his eyes.

Wiping his eyes roughly the Harbinger collapsed onto the couch. What was he doing? Part of him wondered if he shouldn’t just wait for you to come home, wait and see where you two really were. But it seemed unfair to do that. After all, what kind of sleazy person left their partner for a month then begged for their love and attention right after coming home? It was completely within your rights to want more, hadn’t Childe already made that clear to himself? And yet it hurt, it hurt so much. How had he managed to mess this all up, to let the thing most precious to him fall out of his hands? He had been so careless.

Giving himself up to his emotions Childe let the pooling tears stream down his cheeks. Suddenly everything seemed so very heavy. Closing his eyes for a moment Childe sighed. Five minutes, he would give himself five minutes before returning to his packing. Yet the familiar comfort of the couch beckoned to him, and soon fatigue overwhelmed him, dragging him down into the realm of sleep. Thankfully, he dreamt of nothing.

“Childe what are you doing?!”

Lurching up Childe glanced around wildly, hands automatically moving to summon his weapon. For a few seconds he found himself utterly confused, unable to comprehend where he was or what was going on. Soon enough however, the situation came crashing back to him and the Harbinger lowered his weapon. Glancing up at you he braced himself for whatever was going to happen next.

Well you certainly seemed upset, though not exactly in the way Childe might have expected. Instead of anger there seemed something more akin to panic in your eyes, and the red patches on your face certainly pointed to distress more than anything else.

“Is something wrong?”

“Is something wrong, you tell me that!” You took in a few erratic breaths, but your tone remained panicky. “Why are you packing? Do you have another trip? Why are you leaving?”

“I, I thought that it would be easier if I just left.” Childe lowered his head, unable to look you in the eyes. “I figured that I would spare you the pain of having to kick me out yourself.”

“Why in Teyvat would I kick you out?” You sat down on the couch next to Childe, and he could feel your eyes piercing through him. “What’s going on?”

“I didn’t see you at the docks when I returned.” Childe paused, gathering his thoughts. “At first I thought that you’d just fallen asleep or something but you weren’t home. And when I saw you out with your friends, well it made me realize how distant I’ve really been; physically, emotionally, everything. I realized that, and I realized that you deserved better, that I hadn’t been doing enough. I realized that you deserve more, deserve a partner who will always be there for you, who you won’t always have to be waiting for.”

“Oh Ajax.” You whispered softly.

Raising his head Childe could see no relief in your expression. Instead sadness was plainly plastered upon your face. Reaching out your hands you let Childe slump against you, carding your fingers through his hair as he rested his head on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry my darling, I thought you were coming back tomorrow. That’s why I was out. I would never think such a thing as abandoning you,” you spoke softly, tone achingly soft, “I mean it. Our relationship isn’t conventional, that’s true; but I would never trade it for anything. I would never think that you weren’t giving enough, I know how hard you work and how much you put into everything you know. Believe me Ajax, I don’t begrudge you any distance, I’ve never lacked love from you.”

“But what if one day you want something more,” Childe couldn’t help but ask, “what if one day letters aren’t enough? What if one day, what if one day I’m not enough?”

“I promise that will never happen,” you let out a soft sigh, “really Ajax you hold yourself too cheaply. You shouldn’t underestimate yourself, or underestimate me for that matter. You will always be enough for me. There will never be a day I want anything or anyone different, and if need be I will remind you of that every. single. day.”

Punctuation the last three words with kisses to Childe’s head you smiled as he titled his face up to gaze into yours. Though the panic had evaporated from you there was still sadness, and for a moment Childe felt guilt wash over him, guilt that he had caused you so many trials and that he hadn’t even had the courage to face you about it.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Although I do appreciate you understanding that almost stealing out into the night nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“Not my brightest moment.” Childe admitted.

“Perhaps not,” you laughed, “I mean really, you’d think that it was the second act of a tragedy or something, and not one I’d like to participate in.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize! Just don’t do it again, or next time I’ll get genuinely angry, and then you won’t get off the hook so easily.”

Childe pressed his lips to yours, another unspoken apology. Though you let out a small huff of impatience you nevertheless leaned into the kiss, smiling against his lips as you let your hands drift from his hair to his shoulders.

That night Childe lay awake, listening to the soft cadence of your breath, indulging in the feeling of peace that lay over him. Though he knew that his worries and insecurities would never truly leave him, Childe nonetheless felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Maybe one days his fears would come true, maybe one day this life wouldn’t be enough. But “ifs” and “maybes” weren’t guarantees, and until that day happened Childe would cherish the time he spent with you.

Besides, Childe trusted no one as much as he trusted you. If you said that such a day would never come to pass, then surely you were right.

  Kaeya

You were working late again.

Kaeya supposed that it shouldn’t have bothered him, but then again he also supposed that almost anyone would feel somewhat uneasy if their colleague and partner was suddenly avoiding them like the plague.

Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration, but not much in Kaeya’s mind. Of course, if this were some sort of habit then he would hardly mind; but after months of making it a tradition to always walk home together, well, safe to say the whole thing didn’t sit well. Nor was it simply a matter of you staying to work late, even the days where you finished earlier than him it seemed that you were always dashing off somewhere, leaving him painfully out of the loop.

Now Kaeya stood across the room from you, fingers drumming on his arm, face carefully hiding the irritation and concern that rose up inside him, threatening to spill over.

“I’m really sorry Kaeya!” Your tone was sincere, and the apology in your eyes seemed genuine enough. “It’s just that Jean asked me to look over the ledgers for the infantry. You know the captain is out this week, but Jean didn’t want to have to owe the City and the soldiers in terms of late funds. I promise it won’t take that long, I’ll be done as fast as I can.”

“Why don’t I help you with it?” Kaeya could feel the sarcasm sweetening his tone, attempted to rein it in he stared at you silently.

“You’ve been working so hard, I wouldn’t want to bother you with extra work.”

“It wouldn’t be a bother at all. Anything for my dear partner.”

“Really, it’s fine!” You twisted your hands, a nervous habit that Kaeya had long ago picked up on. “I’ll be done in time for dinner. And then we can the new recipe you’ve been telling me about; okay?”

“Very well.”

“Thanks for understanding!”

Though you seemed happy enough by the proposition Kaeya noticed how fast your head moved to the papers on your desk. Closing the door behind him he heard you let out a loud sigh. Clenching his hands, as if to remind himself that he was still in a semi-public setting, Kaeya stalked out of the Knight’s Headquarters. The thoughts in his head felt like static, and he worried that if he remained still for one more moment it would swallow him up.

Walking the streets of Mondstadt, Kaeya tried to reflect back upon the past few weeks. Had he done something wrong? Wracking his brain for any serious disputes Kaeya came up frustratingly emptyhanded. If you had fought over something this whole debacle would be one thing. Kaeya had a temper of his own, and petty acts of anger was something he admittedly struggled with often enough. He could hardly fault you if you acted in a similar way, or at least not without admitting to his own faults.

And yet nothing had happened, nothing that might cause such a dispute. Clenching his hands one more, aware that his knuckles must’ve been bone white, Kaeya let his thoughts drift to darker waters. What if you were just sick of him? It was certainly plausible, or at least Kaeya thought so. It would certainly explain why you now seemed to be avoiding him like the plague outside of work.

The thought hurt, as it might well do, but surprisingly most of the pain didn’t come from the idea itself, but from the idea that you wouldn’t tell him such a thing. You falling out of love with Kaeya would be been incredibly painful. You not trusting him enough to the point you were simply avoiding him, well the thought was enough to knock the wind out of him. Did you really think so ill of him? The idea filled Kaeya with smoldering rage and indignation – fueled in no little part by the fact that Kaeya ultimately might agree with you. Usually thoughts like those were the kinds you hated, the kinds you chased away with a stick, assuring Kaeya that no matter his past decisions he was still worthwhile. But you weren’t here now, and those dark thoughts were now kindling for the fire that burned in Kaeya’s mind.

By the time he’d reached the apartment Kaeya was almost sure of his hypothesis. Though a small part of his brain reminded him that he was working of a diet of sleep deprivation and anger, such logical thinking was easy enough to shrug off. After all, the signs were there. You were evidently getting quite sick of him, it was hardly Kaeya’s fault that he caught on.

Throwing his equipment on the floor, not bothering to even put his sword up on its stand, the Cavalry Captain walked towards the kitchen. What he needed was drink, maybe even two. Really if it were up to him he’d spend the next hour or so getting as drunk as possible before passing out in the tub. Thankfully though his reason hadn’t completely left him, and Kaeya managed to limit himself to two and a half glasses of cider. He needed to be at least on the side of sober for the conversation that was bound to pass once you came home after all.

The lateness of the hour in which you arrived felt like a personal insult, though really it was only 21:00 or so.

“Kaeya?” You called out, whipping the Cavalry Captain out of his thoughts.

Stepping into the kitchen the grin on your face was a stark contrast to the emotions that swirled in Kaeya’s mind. Hands clasped behind your back you stood in the doorframe as if expecting something. You’d probably be in for a nasty surprise. Kaeya smiled sweetly at you, words burning in his mouth, mixing with the alcohol. This was a bad idea.

“How was the paperwork?”

“The paperwork? Oh! It was boring enough I suppose. I kept getting distracted though, I really should’ve had you there, you could’ve kept me from nodding off.”

“I’m sure I would have. Tell me something my dear, I have a question that’s been burning in my mind.”

“Yes?”

“Tell me why it is that out lovely Acting Grandmaster asked you to go over the ledgers when I was assigned to that exact thing yesterday?”

Ignoring the blotches of red that immediately spread across your cheeks Kaeya stood up. Carefully going to clean the glass he’d been using he stared into the sink, not trusting himself to look at you. If he did all the words he wanted to say would fly out at once, and something that probably shouldn’t be said with them.

“Did she ask you that? How odd! She must’ve wanted a second pair of eyes or something, I guess.”

“Are my eyes not good enough?”

“Kaeya, you know I wasn’t insulting your work.” A sort of shocked irritation ran through your voice. “You’re the best knight in Mondstadt after all.”

“Oh really? Well if you think so highly of me then why have you been avoiding me so much?”

“I haven’t been avoiding you.”

“Then let me ask a different question; when was the last time we walked home together?”

“I don’t know, a week and a half ago?”

“Try two and a half.” Kaeya finally turned around, drumming his fingers on the counter. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not avoiding you!” Indignation shot through your words as you shook your head. “I’m just busy recently.”

“Busy with made up work.”

“It’s not made up!”

“Oh really, then tell me what was your work last night?”

“I had to oil the bow strings for my regiment.”

“They couldn’t do it themselves according to protocol?”

“Not the new recruits they couldn’t!”

“Then what about the day before?”

“Kaeya!” You finally burst out. “I don’t know why you’re so quick to find fault with me right now! Just tell me what you’re getting at, if you’re going to insult me you might as well do it head on.”

A part of him admired you for wanting to look at the problem right in the face, another part of him thought of how well you knew him, how attuned you were to his moods. Just as he had figured out that you were avoiding him, so could you tell that his jabs were a misdirection. It was almost funny really, seeing the things you both had picked up about one another now used at the end.

“Fine.” Kaeya crossed his arms, hoping his expression was at least somewhat neutral. “It seems obvious to me that you’ve been avoiding me, and that you no longer want my company. What I am getting at is the fact that you want to break up, and that you evidently trust me so little with that fact that the only solution you’ve come up with is to avoid me.”

Your face went slack with shock, pupils turning to pinpricks as you stumbled backwards. Finally letting your arms fall to your sides you grabbed the side of the doorframe, as if unable to process what he just come out of your partner’s mouth.

“What?”

“Do you really trust me so little?” Kaeya pressed on, feeling his emotions begin to spill over. “Am I really so untrustworthy that you can’t even tell me you want to end things? Am I, am I really that untrustworthy?”

Everything seemed to be going all wrong. Kaeya had expected you to immediately fess up, had expected guilt and relief and then the end. Instead all he got was incredulous silence, incredulous silence and a look that screamed utter and total disbelief.

“Do you really think that I would do that to you?”

The question was a simple enough one, one that anyone might ask during a conversation of this nature. Still your tone was so dispassionate that Kaeya couldn’t help but pause. Did he really think that you would do such a thing? His anger certainly thought so, helped a great deal by his current buzzed state. All that aside however, did he really think that? When he woke up tomorrow, would these thoughts still be swirling through his head, these angry thoughts that threatened to burn through his happiness.

“I don’t know.” It was the best answer he could give.

“Then why would you accuse me of something you weren’t even sure of?”

“I…”

“Kaeya have you really thought so little about what you just told me?”

He almost wanted to apologize for how stupid his words seemed in retrospect.

“Would it help you if I told you where I actually was?”

Your voice was still quiet, but not entirely closed. Nodding stiffly Kaeya felt his fingers still.

“Very well. You were right about one thing, I wasn’t actually checking the ledgers for Jean; and I wasn’t oiling bowstrings all day either, I mean our troops should know how to do that at least. But you made one mistake in your judgement Kaeya, the idea that I was avoiding you. In truth I was gathering materials, I wanted to make a new sword for you. Your current one is so brittle and since I know you don’t want to use the sword you were given as an heirloom, well I thought that I wouldn’t wait for your current one to break and that your new one would be a present.”

“…I see.”

It was all Kaeya could get out; how else could he reply? Shame and guilt mingled within his mind, quickly dousing any anger that he might’ve felt. He really fucked up this one didn’t he. He let his emotions slip once more and now he had made a fool of himself. More than that he had refused to trust you, had ended up doing the exact thing he had just accused you of. Now what was there to do? He couldn’t exactly slink away with his dignity; even if he had managed to retain that, there weren’t many places to go.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

Kaeya jerked his head up from the spot he’d been examining on the floor, confused by the sudden turn of the conversation. You stared into his eyes, shrugging slightly.

“I said I’m sorry. I’m sorry Kaeya, I should’ve come up with a better method. I didn’t mean to make you worried, or to make you feel like I wanted to no longer associate with you. Believe me that’s the last thing I want to do. So I’m sorry that I made you feel that way.”

“I was the one who accused you of all those things that weren’t true.”

“You did. I’m not very happy about that to be honest; you’re going to be doing some serious penance for the next week. I just figured that before that I would apologize. Then we could be even. Okay?”

Reaching out your hand Kaeya finally noticed what you’d been hiding. The windwheel aster was slightly limp, the breeze that gave it its beauty nowhere to be found. Nevertheless it seemed at the moment the most beautiful flower in the world. Walking over to you Kaeya tentatively took the flower in his hand. Smiling softly he leaned down to kiss you.

“I’m sorry.”

Tomorrow he’d start making it up to you. Tomorrow he wouldn’t listen to his demons, wouldn’t let his own lack of self-worth hurt you. Tomorrow he would do better by you and more. Today he would say sorry.

After all, he had plenty of time.