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novaursa · 5 months ago

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Between the Flames (Part 2)

- Summary: Gwayne and you rekindle your flame as a celebratory hunt proceeds.

- Pairing: Gwayne Hightower/targ!reader/Daemon Targaryen

- Note: reader is referred to as Y/N and is younger sister of Rhaenyra. If you want to read all the parts in chronological order visit my blog, the list is pinned to the top. The timeframe of events in both parts 1 and 2 is unspecified, place the plot wherever you wish it in your imagination.

- Rating: Explicit 18+

- Word count: 5 812

- Tag(s): @deniixlovezelda @duck-duck-goose2 @aadu2173 @sachaa-ff

The first light of dawn creeps into the camp as you step out of your tent. The air is crisp with the chill of morning, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and pine. You pull your cloak tighter around your shoulders, taking in the stillness that clings to this early hour. The fires from last night’s revelries are mere embers now, and the camp is draped in a quiet so deep it feels like the world holds its breath.

Your eyes sweep over the clearing, searching for a familiar face, but Rhaenyra is nowhere to be found. Of course she’s not. Your sister has likely slipped away with Ser Criston Cole, her sworn shield, to chase whatever solitude she can grasp in this suffocating charade. Rhaenyra has always despised these hunts, the feasts, the endless parade of lords fawning over her as if she’s a prize mare. You sympathize with her distaste, but unlike her, you’ve remained tethered to these duties out of some misguided sense of loyalty to your father and the memory of your late mother, Queen Aemma.

A flutter of resentment stirs in your chest. You’ve followed the rules for so long, always the dutiful daughter, watching as your sister rides free while you remain in the gilded cage of expectations. Yet yesterday, when Gwayne Hightower had found you in the crowd of nobles and knights, that sense of duty had wavered for the first time in years. His presence had unraveled something in you, a thread of emotions carefully tucked away since your father denied him your hand. His smile was the same, a little boyish even after all this time, and his eyes held that familiar warmth as they met yours.

The memories from years ago flood back, his hand brushing against yours, the quiet exchanges between dances, lingers in your mind like the aftertaste of wine. You had long buried those feelings, or so you thought. Yet now, in the stillness of dawn, all you can think about is how his presence stirs a longing you’ve tried to forget.

For once, you allow yourself to act on impulse.

You move with a sudden resolve, heading towards the small paddock where the horses are tethered. Your chest tightens as you glance around, half-expecting someone to stop you. You see Ser Harrold Westerling, his gray hair wild with sleep, standing at the edge of the camp. He’s too far away to notice you yet, still groggy and unconcerned as he yawns and stretches.

Before he can spot you, you make your way to your mare, a beautiful dappled chestnut with a silky black mane. She snorts softly in greeting, stamping the ground with her hoof. You pat her neck, her coat warm and smooth beneath your gloved hand. "We’re going to do something foolish, my sweet girl," you whisper, a half-smile playing on your lips.

With practiced ease, you mount the mare, settling into the saddle. The forest looms ahead, its dark arms open and inviting, promising the kind of freedom you’ve denied yourself for too long. A breathless excitement quickens in your chest as you lean forward, giving your mare a gentle nudge. She responds instantly, trotting lightly across the camp, her hooves barely making a sound on the soft earth.

"Princess!" Ser Harrold’s voice rings out, sharp with alarm, but you’re already gone. The wind rushes against your face as you break into a gallop, the camp shrinking behind you as the trees blur past. The thrill of disobedience courses through your veins, each beat of your heart in time with the rhythm of your mare’s stride.

The forest is alive with the songs of morning birds and the rustling of leaves. Sunlight dapples through the canopy above, casting golden patterns on the forest floor. For a moment, you let out a breathless laugh, the sheer joy of riding unbound filling you with a wild sense of elation. You understand now, at least in part, why Rhaenyra flees these events; there’s something liberating in leaving behind expectations, even if only for a short while.

You slow your pace once you’re deep within the woods, guiding your mare along a familiar narrow trail framed by ferns and moss-covered stones until you reach an edge of a small brook. The peace of the forest wraps around you like a soothing balm. Here, away from prying eyes, from duties and titles, you can simply be.

But your thoughts inevitably return to Gwayne. You remember the way he looked at you last night, the warmth in his eyes tinged with something deeper. You can still hear his voice in your head, low and intimate as he leaned in close during the dance.

“It has been too long, Y/N,” he had said softly, his hand resting lightly on your waist. “I barely recognized you the day before… though you’ve grown only more beautiful.”

A faint blush warms your cheeks at the memory. For years, you had pushed thoughts of him aside, thinking them childish fancies, a promise he couldn't keep, but his presence has reignited a spark that refuses to be smothered.

Lost in thought, you nearly miss the sound of hooves approaching from another direction. Your mare’s ears prick forward, alert, and you turn your head just in time to see a rider emerging from between the trees. The sunlight catches on silver armor trimmed with green—Gwayne.

Gwayne Hightower woke with the first rays of dawn creeping through the canvas of his tent, the dim light casting long shadows across his face. Sleep had been restless and fleeting; the events of the previous night still clung to his mind like a shroud. He could still feel the weight of Daemon Targaryen’s gaze—a sharp, cutting thing that held a silent promise of retribution. Daemon had watched them dance, his eyes like twin embers, waiting for any excuse to ignite into something more dangerous.

But Gwayne hadn’t cared. Not then, and certainly not now.

All that mattered was you.

He could still feel the ghost of your hand in his, the way your touch sent a spark straight through him. You had tried to maintain a careful distance, the practiced grace of a princess who had long learned to hide her heart behind a veil of propriety. But Gwayne knew you better than that. He knew the way your eyes softened when you looked at him, the way your voice dropped ever so slightly when you said his name. You could hide your emotions from most, but never from him.

He’d known you since you were both children, and in all those years, nothing had truly changed between you. Even now, after all the time and distance, after the layers of courtly masks, you were still the same girl who had stolen his heart. And he would not—could not—let anyone take you away from him. Not Daemon, not even your father. The King could deny him the match all he wished, but it was a hollow decree. He knew, deep down, that you were his. You always had been, from the moment you’d shared your secrets and desires with him years ago, in the quiet, hidden corners of the Red Keep.

And when he had seen Daemon’s eyes on you, the dragon’s possessiveness simmering beneath the surface, Gwayne had only felt his resolve harden. Daemon could try to intimidate him all he liked, but he would never understand that what bound you to Gwayne was deeper than mere attraction or lust. It was years of unspoken promises, of shared dreams and whispered hopes, of a love that had grown in the shadows of duty and expectation.

Gwayne exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face as he pushed himself out of bed. The air was crisp, the early morning dew clinging to the grass as he dressed quickly in his riding leathers. His mind drifted back to the last time he had truly held you, before politics and power had pushed you both into your separate roles. Back then, you’d been freer, more open, before the weight of a princess’s crown settled on your brow. And yet, last night, in those fleeting moments when your eyes met his, he saw a glimpse of that girl again. The one who had wanted more than what was being offered to her.

He knew you would not remain at camp long today. You despised these hunts as much as Rhaenyra did, though you bore it more quietly. And as if the gods themselves sought to reward his patience, his instincts proved correct when he caught sight of you slipping away, mounting your horse with a grace and ease born of years of practice. Ser Harrold’s groggy warning echoed across the clearing, but you were already gone, disappearing into the forest with the wind in your hair.

Gwayne’s heart leapt in his chest, a sense of urgency and determination driving him into motion. He wasted no time, striding swiftly toward his own horse, a powerful black stallion bred for speed and endurance. He swung into the saddle with practiced ease, feeling the familiar weight of the reins in his hands. Without hesitation, he urged his horse forward, following the path you had taken into the woods.

The morning sun filtered through the trees, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the forest floor. Gwayne’s focus narrowed, his gaze trained on the faint trail you left behind—hoofprints in the soft earth, the occasional disturbed branch. He knew where you were headed; it was the same place you always sought when you needed to escape the world, a secluded glade hidden deep within these woods.

The sound of rushing wind and the rhythmic thudding of hooves filled his ears as he pushed his stallion harder, driven by a mixture of anticipation and longing. Every beat of his heart felt in tune with the ride, each breath drawing him closer to you. He couldn’t help but smile as he imagined the look on your face when he found you—the mix of surprise and exasperation that you could never fully hide, tinged with that unmistakable affection that lingered in your eyes whenever you looked at him.

Finally, the trees parted, revealing a clearing bathed in soft morning light. And there you were, seated on your mare at the edge of a small brook, the sound of trickling water a soothing backdrop to the scene. The sight of you, framed by the dappled sunlight, took his breath away for a moment. You were like a vision from a dream, your hair catching the golden rays as you gazed thoughtfully at the water. The serenity of the moment only heightened his determination to be by your side.

You must have sensed him approaching, for you turned just as he entered the clearing. The surprise in your eyes was quickly replaced by a familiar warmth, though you tried to maintain a composed expression. “And here I thought I’d managed to escape everyone,” you said with a hint of teasing in your voice.

Gwayne brought his horse to a stop beside yours, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Did you truly think you could slip away from me so easily, Y/N?” he asked, his voice low and edged with amusement. “You should know by now that I would follow you anywhere.”

Your expression softened at that, and for a moment, the carefully maintained walls you kept around yourself faltered. “And what brings you chasing after me, Ser Gwayne?” you asked quietly, your gaze locking onto his with an intensity that made his pulse quicken. “Surely you have other duties to attend to, other places to be.”

He leaned forward slightly in the saddle, his eyes never leaving yours. “I have no duty more important than being where you are,” he replied, the words simple but weighted with meaning. “No place I would rather be than at your side.”

You looked away, as if trying to hide the emotions that flickered across your face, but Gwayne knew you too well. He could see the struggle within you, the war between obligation and the desires you kept buried. He reached out, his hand brushing lightly against yours where it rested on the reins. “You don’t have to hide from me, Y/N,” he said softly. “Not here. Not now.”

You exhaled slowly, your fingers tightening around the reins as if grounding yourself. “And what if hiding is all I have left?” you whispered, a note of vulnerability slipping into your voice. “What if it’s the only way I can survive this game we’re all trapped in?”

Gwayne’s expression hardened with resolve. “You’re more than what they want to make you. More than a pawn in this endless game of power. You’re you—the woman I’ve loved since we were children, the one I would fight for, no matter the cost.”

You met his gaze then, something in your eyes softening. The walls you’d built around yourself cracked, if only for a moment, and Gwayne saw the woman beneath—the one who wanted more than duty and expectation, the one who longed for freedom, for love, for something real.

“Maybe you’re right,” you murmured, a faint smile touching your lips. “Maybe I’m tired of hiding.”

Gwayne’s heart swelled with hope, with the belief that maybe, just maybe, you were ready to stop running from what you both knew had always been there between you. He leaned closer, his voice a gentle whisper. “Then let’s take this moment for ourselves. Forget the world outside, forget the dragons and the thrones and the knives hidden in every smile. Let’s just… be.”

For a long moment, the world held its breath as you considered his words. Then, slowly, you nodded, the tension easing from your shoulders. “For a little while,” you agreed, your voice soft, a hint of relief in your tone.

And so, you rode together through the sun-dappled forest, leaving behind the weight of duty and the ever-watchful eyes of the court. In this fleeting moment, there was no war of crowns or claims, no dragons or scheming lords—only the two of you, and the promise of something that could be, if only you dared to reach for it.

In the quiet sanctuary of the forest, with nothing but the rustling leaves and distant birdsong to bear witness, you and Gwayne finally dismount from your horses. The sun has climbed higher in the sky, casting a warm, golden light across the clearing. There’s a silence between you—charged, electric—heavy with all the unspoken words and emotions you’ve held back for years. The bond you thought had frayed with time is alive once more, vibrant and undeniable.

You both step closer, drawn together by a force that feels as natural as breathing. Gwayne’s eyes are locked on yours, his gaze intense, full of longing and a possessive tenderness that makes your pulse quicken. You can feel the heat radiating from him, the tension in the small space between your bodies crackling like a fire about to be kindled.

His hand comes up, gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip with a reverence that sends shivers down your spine. “I’ve missed this,” he whispers, his voice low and hoarse with emotion. “I’ve missed you.”

You close your eyes briefly, savoring the feel of his touch, the way it melts away the years of separation, the walls you’ve built to protect yourself. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” you murmur, though there’s no conviction in your words, only a breathless longing. The ache in your chest is one you’ve carried for so long, buried deep beneath the layers of duty and decorum. But now, with Gwayne so close, it’s impossible to deny how much you want this—want him.

His thumb tilts your chin up, and you meet his gaze once more. “Perhaps we shouldn’t,” he agrees, his voice soft but edged with determination. “But I won’t let that stop me. Not anymore. I won’t let anything keep us apart again.”

And with that, the dam finally breaks. Your lips crash together in a kiss that’s searing, urgent, full of years’ worth of pent-up desire and emotions. There’s no hesitation, no holding back. The kiss is fierce, almost desperate, as if you’re both trying to make up for every lost moment, every day you spent apart. His hands are on you, one tangled in your hair, the other gripping your waist with a possessiveness that makes you gasp against his mouth.

Your hands roam over his chest, fingers fumbling with the ties of his tunic, the urgency mirrored in the way he pulls at the laces of your dress. Every touch is fevered, every caress driven by the need to feel skin against skin. Clothes are shed with haste, your lips barely parting even as you struggle to rid yourselves of the barriers between you. His breath is hot against your neck, lips trailing down your throat as he shrugs off the last of his garments. Your own dress falls away, pooling at your feet, leaving you both exposed to the cool morning air—but the heat between your bodies is enough to chase away the chill.

There’s no room for words now, only the rhythm of your breaths, the thrum of your heartbeats in perfect harmony. He draws you close, lifting you with ease as your legs wrap around his waist, your bodies fitting together as if they were made to do so. The first touch of him inside you is a heady rush, a mix of pleasure and familiarity that sends a shudder through you both. He moves with a gentle haste, his grip firm on your hips as he sinks into you fully, a low groan rumbling in his chest.

You cling to him, fingers digging into the muscles of his back as your lips find his again in a kiss that’s all heat and hunger. The rhythm comes naturally, an instinctive dance that’s both achingly familiar and exhilaratingly new. Even after all the time that has passed, your bodies remember each other, falling into a perfect sync that leaves no space for doubt or regret.

His movements are steady but urgent, each thrust a declaration of the need that has burned between you for so long. Your moans mix with his, the sound of your shared pleasure filling the secluded clearing. There’s a raw intimacy in the way your bodies move together, every touch, every gasp a reaffirmation of what you’ve both held onto all these years. You can feel his heart pounding against yours, his breath ragged as he whispers your name, the sound of it like a prayer.

“Y/N,” he murmurs against your lips, his voice rough with emotion. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

You don’t respond with words—there’s no need. The way your body arches into his, the way you tighten around him as pleasure builds in your core, says everything. You’re his, just as he’s yours, bound by a love that neither time nor distance could ever truly break.

The tension coils tighter with every thrust, every brush of his lips against your skin, until it’s too much to hold back. Your release washes over you in a wave of bliss, pulling a cry from your lips as you cling to him, every nerve alight with sensation. Gwayne follows you over the edge, a low groan escaping him as he buries his face in your neck, his body shuddering with the force of his climax.

For a moment, the world seems to hold still. The forest fades away, leaving only the two of you, wrapped in the warmth of each other’s embrace. Your breathing slows, and you feel Gwayne’s grip on you soften, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your back as he holds you close.

When he finally pulls back to look at you, there’s a tenderness in his gaze that makes your chest ache. “I’m never letting you go again,” he says quietly, his voice filled with a fierce kind of love. “Not for anything. Not for anyone.”

You reach up to cup his face, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “I never wanted to be let go,” you confess, your voice a whisper. “I’ve only ever wanted this… us.”

In the silence that follows, there’s a peace that settles between you—an unspoken understanding that whatever lies ahead, you’ll face it together. For now, in this stolen moment, the world beyond the forest doesn’t matter. All that matters is the way your hearts beat in time, the bond between you rekindled and stronger than ever.

And in that quiet, sunlit clearing, you both allow yourselves to believe—if only for a little while—that the future might hold more than just duty and sacrifice. That it might hold a chance for the love you’ve both fought so long to protect.

Daemon Targaryen stood near the edge of the camp, eyes narrowed into slits as he watched you and Gwayne ride back into the clearing. The sight of you both—your hair disheveled, lips still slightly swollen from hurried kisses—made his blood boil. He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles whitened, his jaw tightening as a cold fury settled into his bones. Gwayne’s smug look didn’t help; the Hightower knight sent him a knowing, defiant smirk as he rode past, one hand resting possessively on your waist. The message in his gaze was clear: I’ve won, and you know it.

Daemon’s lips curled into a sneer. Foolish boy, he thought darkly. You’ve no idea what you’re inviting.

He wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what had transpired in the woods. He recognized the flushed skin, the barely concealed satisfaction on both your faces, the way your eyes avoided his as you dismounted. You carried yourself with that fire he adored—back straight, chin held high—but he could see through it. He could always see through you. There was anger beneath your proud exterior, frustration burning just as fiercely as his own.

As you handed the reins to a stable hand, Daemon moved with predatory grace, intercepting you before you could disappear into your tent. He grabbed your arm, his grip firm but not bruising, his eyes burning into yours.

“What were you doing?” he hissed, though it was more accusation than question. His voice was low, dangerously controlled, a seething threat simmering just below the surface.

You jerked your arm free, glaring up at him with barely concealed fury. “I could ask you the same, Uncle. Spying on me as if I’m one of your lackeys?” Your tone was sharp, dripping with defiance. You took a step closer, your voice lowering to a venomous whisper. “What right do you have to question me? You’ve made it clear what I am to you.”

The words cut him, though he’d never admit it. His eyes darkened further as he leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. “You were gone longer than a mere ride warrants, Princess. And you return with that Hightower pup, wearing a look that tells me everything I need to know.”

You bristled, your hands balling into fists at your sides. “And why do you care, Daemon? What difference does it make to you what I do or with whom?” Your voice wavered with barely restrained emotion—anger, frustration, and something more, something raw and wounded. “You never wanted me, not really. Not as anything more than a consolation prize because you couldn’t have her.”

Daemon’s gaze sharpened, the accusation hitting too close to home. He reached out, grabbing your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Watch your tongue,” he growled, his voice laced with barely suppressed fury. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Oh, don’t I?” You yanked your chin from his grasp, your eyes flashing with contempt. “You think I haven’t noticed? You think I don’t see the way you look at her—my sister? The way you’ve always craved what you can’t have? You wanted Rhaenyra, not me. But Viserys wouldn’t allow it, wouldn’t let his precious heir fall into your clutches. So you settled for me instead, the lesser prize.”

The truth in your words stung more than Daemon cared to admit. His mind raced, fury and something far more dangerous swirling within him. You had never been lesser to him—never. But he had to grit his teeth against the admission. For a heartbeat, his anger faltered, replaced by a flicker of something deeper, something that threatened to expose him in a way he despised.

His grip loosened, but his gaze remained intense, searching your face for any sign of hesitation. “Is that what you think? That you’re second to her?” His voice was lower now, softer but no less dangerous. “You’ve always seen yourself as Rhaenyra’s shadow, haven’t you? But let me tell you something, Y/N—you have just as much fire as she does. Maybe more.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Words, Daemon. Just more of your pretty words. You think they’ll work on me after all this time?” Your tone was bitter, but there was a note of pain beneath it that you couldn’t quite hide.

His eyes hardened again, his intensity returning full force. “You are not some replacement,” he snapped, each word deliberate, almost vicious in its conviction. “You’re mine just as much as she could ever be. Perhaps Viserys keeps me from her because he fears what we could be together—but he gave me you because he thinks you’ll be easier to control. And perhaps, for once, he’s right.” His eyes bore into yours, daring you to deny it. “But don’t ever think that makes you lesser, Y/N. You’re every bit as valuable as she is—to me and to this cursed family.”

For a moment, silence stretched between you, thick with the weight of unspoken truths and old wounds. The tension was nearly unbearable, a volatile mixture of rage, passion, and something neither of you wanted to acknowledge aloud.

You glared at him, chest heaving as you fought to control your breathing. “You claim I’m yours, yet you push me away every time I get too close, every time I try to see beyond that mask of arrogance you wear. You want me just enough to keep me tethered, but never enough to make me truly believe it.”

Daemon’s expression softened just a fraction, the cruel edges giving way to something almost tender. He stepped closer, his thumb brushing your bottom lip, and his gaze softened, the fierceness replaced with an intensity that was somehow even more dangerous. “You’ve always seen through me, haven’t you?” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s why you’re the one thing I can never let go of, no matter how much I try.”

You felt your breath hitch, the admission hanging in the air between you. For a moment, the storm in your chest subsided, replaced by the ache of knowing that no matter what you said, no matter how much you tried to fight it, a part of you would always be drawn to him—like a moth to a flame, even if it meant getting burned.

But the moment passed as quickly as it had come, and the anger returned, raw and unfiltered. You pulled back from his touch, your voice tight with resolve. “I may be yours in your eyes, Daemon, but I refuse to be something you settle for. I’ll be more than just a placeholder for your desires.”

Without waiting for a response, you turned and stormed toward your tent, leaving Daemon staring after you, a storm of conflicting emotions raging behind his eyes. He clenched his fists, every muscle in his body tense as he fought to rein in his temper. He had always believed he could control everything, bend the world to his will—but in this moment, watching you walk away, he was reminded that some things, some desires, were far beyond his grasp.

But as he stood there, alone in the clearing, a dark, determined smile tugged at the corners of his lips. If Gwayne Hightower thought he could claim you so easily, he was sorely mistaken. Daemon had lost too much already—he wouldn’t lose you too.

One way or another, you would see the truth: that no one could ever truly have you but him.

The final day of the hunt dawned with an oppressive sense of inevitability. The skies were overcast, a muted gray that reflected the tension simmering beneath the surface of the festivities. Lords and knights milled about the camp, preparing for the last chase, but the air was thick with unspoken rivalries and hidden agendas. For Daemon, it was more than just another hunt—it was the culmination of days of mounting frustration and a terror he refused to name, all centered around one person: you.

He had prided himself on control—control over his ambitions, his desires, his enemies. But you were slipping through his fingers, and it clawed at something primal within him. The sight of you laughing, exchanging warm smiles with Gwayne Hightower, had become unbearable. It wasn’t just anger that churned in his chest; it was fear. The fear of losing the one person who had managed to burrow past his defenses, the one thing he had convinced himself was his.

As the sun climbed higher, the hounds were readied, and the nobles began mounting their horses. Daemon’s eyes never left Gwayne, who was exchanging pleasantries with his sister, Alicent. The Hightower knight held himself with the same confident ease as always, his armor gleaming, his expression serene. But beneath that polished exterior, Daemon could sense a defiant edge, a silent challenge that sent a pulse of fury through him.

He couldn’t stand it any longer. He swung himself onto his horse, cutting through the throng with a focused determination. The murmured conversations around the camp fell away as he approached Gwayne, who turned to meet him with a calm gaze, as if he had been expecting this confrontation.

“Ser Gwayne,” Daemon drawled, his tone laced with a false cordiality that didn’t reach his eyes. “It seems we find ourselves in each other’s company once more. How fortuitous.”

Gwayne’s expression didn’t waver. “Prince Daemon,” he replied smoothly, inclining his head in a respectful nod. “It’s always a pleasure to be in such esteemed company.”

The formalities hung in the air like a blade waiting to drop. Daemon leaned forward slightly in the saddle, his eyes narrowing, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Let’s not pretend, Hightower. You’ve been playing a dangerous game, and I can see right through it. You think you can steal away what belongs to me?”

Gwayne’s smile was subtle, infuriatingly calm. “I’ve stolen nothing, Your Grace. But perhaps what you think you own was never truly yours to begin with.”

Daemon’s hand clenched around the reins, his knuckles white. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he hissed. “You’ve never understood what binds us—what we share. You think you can walk in, flash a few smiles, and she’ll forget everything?”

Gwayne’s expression hardened, the mask of politeness slipping away to reveal a fierceness that matched Daemon’s. “What binds you?” he echoed, his voice low and firm. “Do you mean the way you push her away, yet cling to her when it suits your pride? Or the way you try to control her, hoping that she’ll never see she deserves more than to be someone’s second choice?”

Daemon’s heart pounded in his chest, a mix of rage and fear twisting inside him. Gwayne’s words cut too close to the truth, exposing the very thing he feared most. He had convinced himself that he was the one who understood you, who could offer you what no one else could. But the thought that he had lost you, that you had found something in Gwayne that he couldn’t offer, was a poison he couldn’t swallow.

His voice was a growl, low and venomous. “You think you’re so righteous, don’t you? Like you’re the hero in some ballad. But you’re nothing more than a lovesick fool, blinded by a girl who’s outgrown you. Do you really think she’ll choose you when all is said and done? You’re a Hightower—nothing more than a tool for your family’s ambitions.”

Gwayne’s eyes flashed with anger, his composure cracking just enough for Daemon to see the fire beneath. “And what are you, Daemon? The rogue prince, the discarded brother who can’t win his brother’s favor, who takes whatever scraps he’s offered because he’s too afraid to admit what he really wants?”

The words hit like a hammer. Daemon’s control snapped, and before he could stop himself, he spurred his horse forward, closing the distance between them until they were nearly nose to nose. His voice was a low snarl. “You know nothing about fear, Gwayne. You don’t know what it’s like to feel something slipping from your grasp, to see the one thing that keeps you from losing yourself slipping away. I would burn the world to keep her, and you’d be the first I’d cast into the fire.”

Gwayne’s gaze didn’t falter, but there was a flash of sympathy in his eyes that stoked Daemon’s fury even more. “That’s where you and I differ, Daemon,” he said quietly, his voice tinged with pity. “You believe in owning, controlling. But I believe in letting her be free, even if it means losing her. Because what she needs isn’t chains or possessive declarations. It’s someone who sees her as an equal, not a prize to be won.”

Daemon’s grip tightened on the hilt of his sword, Dark Sister, fingers twitching with the urge to draw it and end this insufferable man’s righteous speeches once and for all. But he held back, knowing that doing so would only prove Gwayne’s point. Instead, he leaned in, his voice icy and full of dark promise. “You may have her now, but don’t mistake this for the end. She is mine, whether you—or even she—realize it yet. And one day, when you’re just a memory, she’ll see that.”

With that, Daemon yanked his horse’s reins and rode away, his heart a tempest of emotions he couldn’t fully name—anger, fear, desperation. It terrified him, this loss of control, the realization that he was losing his grip not just on you, but on himself. But he would not give in, would not let you slip away without a fight.

As he rode toward the front of the hunting party, his mind raced with dark thoughts and unspoken plans. He had lost control once, but he would not let it happen again. Whatever it took, whoever he had to destroy, he would make sure that when all was said and done, you would see that you were his and his alone.

And in the distance, Gwayne watched him go, his jaw clenched, his own heart heavy with the knowledge that this confrontation was only the beginning of the battle to come.

#house of the dragon #alicent hightower #viserys targaryen #daemon targaryen #gwayne x you #gwayne x y/n #gwayne x reader #gwayne hightower #ser gwayne #hotd x reader #hotd #hotd daemon #hotd gwayne #daemon targeryen x reader #daemon x y/n #daemon x you #daemon x reader #house targaryen #house hightower

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purplealmonds · 4 months ago

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Hm. This takes some explaining. I shared this illustration of Kon-Kusu inheriting the role of Shingi on Twitter, and shirousagi_mono wrote a story inspired by that idea! And I in turn was inspired to translate that story and drew some supplemental visuals for it!

English transcript below the cut.

DISCLAIMER This started out as a self-indulgent project to clumsily translate this story for myself. However, I became so enamored with it that before I knew it, I drew not only cover art but also various illustrations for each part of this story. The scope of this project has expanded far beyond my initial expectations.

I am an artist, not a writer. Furthermore, I am not an expert at the Japanese language. As such, this translation is far from perfect. Although I used Google Translate and DeepL, there may be parts of the story which I may have completely misinterpreted. A lot of nuances of the Japanese prose were also surely lost in translation. I tried to replicate an approximation of it in English, but again, I am not an expert on such matters.

Despite that, I am incredibly happy that this overseas collaboration is happening at all, and that our shared passion for Mononoke was what facilitated this connection. I can only hope that through the supplemental illustrations, the original narrative intentions of the author comes through.

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“Forgive me.”

It hurts, it cries. It hurts, it hurts!

The demonic wailing rises to ear-splitting shrieks.

Unforgivable, unforgivable, unforgivable!

The passion imbued in those wretched cries weigh down like great albatrosses in my heart.

The more I wield my blade, the more my soul becomes entangled in these heady emotions. But I grit my teeth and endure, swallowing all resentment and disappointment, envy and jealousy.

It is indescribable. My sword cuts through the tenuous threads of karma binding these hateful spirits helplessly raining curses upon this world.

I have long forgotten how to pray. Closing my eyes in helpless grief, I am unable to do anything but slash away with that jet black blade swaddled within the flickering blue flame.

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The pale light of the full moon dances across the rippling waves. I have long become accustomed to the prickling cold against my clammy skin. The water laps at my existence, my senses rippling like fading echoes through its vast expanse.

A voice calls out to me. “Shingi-sama.”

Opening my eyes, I resurface to reality. The muted roar of the waterfall reverberates in my pointed ears. The cascading torrents sweep away my scarlet locks shimmering like a thin film across the water’s surface.

There is a figure stood on a distant shore. I wade towards them, wringing out the moisture in my hair.

“Are you well?” they ask.

“I am fine.”

They hands me my robes, which I accept with a shallow bow and slip onto my still dripping frame. The moisture soaks through the white fabric almost immediately. As the shining crimson fades from my hair, my minder watches on with unadulterated adoration etched upon their face.

Flustered, they avert their gaze. That gesture fills me with a strange sense nostalgia. I cannot help but stare back as they towel down my dripping hair and loosely gather the red-and-white strands into a braid.

“Somehow, this routine is soothing to me,” they confess with a sheepish smile. “Your hair is quite curly.”

Indeed, as they card through my locks, they twist and curl like crackling wildfire through their deft fingers. In the moonlight, the faintest shade of wisteria emerges from those silken locks. My unruly hair tamed into a tidy bun, they step back to admire their neat handiwork with their moon-pale gaze.

The sight of that innocent look constricts my chest with an aching familiarity.

I vehemently shake my head at this resurgence of long-buried memories. Once rekindled, those embers flare up into uncontrollable flames searing painful recollections into my heart. I know these emotions all too well.

My throat constricts in defiance. No. These are tulmultuous emotions are not my own. Not anymore.

“I’m here,” I say, steely voice concealing my heart’s turmoil. “I’m sorry.”

Plucking the mirror hanging from the sash of my other half, I toss it upwards with a practiced motion. It defies gravity, hanging eye level mid air. As it rotates lazily, my face comes into view. But it is not a familiar visage.

The reflection that gazes back at me is missing the black sclera of the my eyes and the crimson markings adorning my skin.

The warped reflection, wracked with grief and pain, stares back at me with pleading eyes.

I call out its name, long lost to time. Its eyes widen.

“You do not belong here,” I say to my past self. “Not yet.”

I reach out to the mirror.

“Go home.”

I crush the it in my fist. The shards melt harmlessly and trickle like ephemeral moonlight between my fingers.

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I wake with a start. Gasping for breath, I take stock of sensations to ground me. Sticky sweat runs in rivulets down my skin. My chest barely cages the frantic pounding of my heart. I sweep away the stringy mop of pale lavender hair obscuring my vision.

A comfortingly familiar hand reaches out to me. He must have been roused by my unexpected awakening. I return the touch, and he squeezes my palm reassuringly. At last, my gaze shifts to my lover, moonlit eyes framed by a curtain of pitch black hair.

Yes, one day this will be my fate. It feels strange to think of myself in the future tense with such grim certainty. These stolen moments of the present – how foolish was to take them for granted until now? Gazing past my eyes into the depths of my heart, the god of the Kun exorcism sword interrogates my loud thoughts.

“What did you see?” he presses. “What did you mean by ‘my fate’?”

I wince at the graveness of his voice, but comply. Turning my thoughts inwards, I attempt to recall my nightmare. But the moment I touch upon it, it dissipates like mist. I gape helplessly as the dream loses shape.

“I–” I stammer. “I don’t remember. But–“

My racing heart still echoes feverishly in my head. My eyes dart back to my god and soulmate. As he leans over me, his dark hair falls around me like a protective cage. My throat tightens with an inexplicable grief. Despite my fading memories, there is one thing I know for certain.

“I’m scared of losing you.”

As that confession spills from my lips, my eyes grow hot. A stifling fear threatens to tear out of my trembling frame. It is such a childish cliche. Once said aloud, those words will surely become a prophetic truth. I cling to my other half’s pale sleeve as if in desperate prayer. My inability to push him away in my moment of vulnerability fills my eyes to the brim with unshed tears.

Those moon-pale eyes widen. I am stunned by the emotion flickering past his usual stone-faced expression. Before I can think more of it, his large hand obscures my vision like the moon eclipsing the sun.

“Go back to sleep. Forget this ever happened.”

At that soft spoken benediction, the fear wracking my body is snatched away along with my fretful consciousness. His sad voice follows me into a dreamless abyss.

“You should not look into the future.”

If this was truly my future, is it worth continuing down this path? As my eyes drift shut, the desire to give voice to that fading question forms silent tears trickling down my cheek.

#モノノ怪 #mononoke 2024 #mononoke karakasa #kusuriuri #薬売り #shingi #神ｲ義 #fanfic #translation #shirousagi_mono #purplealmonds #2024

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glowingmartyria · 21 days ago

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"See, that's the problem right there. The guy I thought was cute, and also had a crush on, fucked everything up and doesn't even understand why. Then there's this older..." Odessa draws quotation marks into the air, "Guy, who's also hot, but... he's just hot, you know. Then there's this super hot girl, who is too bossy for my own good, and also kind of hates me. If you perhaps magically solve all my problems and rid me of any feelings for those three, then yes, be my wing woman." Were there real feelings for the last two mentioned? Perhaps not. But that made it easier to say out loud, easier to even mention in the first place.

"Let's go." The drive to the event is short -- they go by bus, so they can both sneak some of the alcohol made for fae specifically that one store always sells, labeled as potions -- and Odessa can't wait for it. When they arrive, she turns around to scan the place, "Anything special you were looking out for?"

"I dunno. Maybe." Clementine chuckled, shrugging her shoulders. "We'll see." She wasn't particularly sure what was going to come tonight but she was pretty excited about it, anyway. "Alright, alright. I'll just have to take your word for it." Clem laughed. She wasn't particularly convinced but she wasn't about to argue and she knew that she couldn't do it for a fourth time. "Stop. You flatter me." She shook her head. "You're the perfect one."

Clementine raised an eyebrow at Odessas statement and quickly turned to look at her friend, giving her, her full attention. "You don't know what?" She questioned, "Do you want me to play wing woman?" She would do pretty much anything if Odessa asked for. She truly was her best friend, her everything. She would do whatever she asked. "Alright, come on. I'm excited!"

#burning buildings / clem #rekindled flames / threads

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genericpuff · 1 year ago

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LORE | REKINDLED EPISODE 41 - TOWER 4

< Previous episode | Next episode >

Nothing quite sets in the holiday spirit like SPOOOOKY SHIT-

Can you believe it's been a year since Rekindled actually started? The way time flies when you're having fun. I had actually forgotten I had redrawn a lot of those first few episodes when I made it an official "thing" (i.e. when I put it on an update schedule and signed my life away foreverrr /j) so tracing back when Rekindled officially 'began' had me finding old versions of those first few episodes that were oooooof bro-

Okay, but for real, Rekindled's come a long way, and it still has a long way to go still which makes me so excited. As much as those who see what I do here like to assume it's purely out of spite and hate, I really do love working on this comic, and that includes the part of the process where I revisit old episodes of LO that, even after everything, I still love. The newer seasons may be dead to me, but what it used to be has a special place in my heart, and Rekindled has really helped me explore what could have been. It's made Saturday nights a thrill for me again - I get to enjoy two whole doses of LO content now, with a fun balance of flavors that makes being a part of this community twice as fun as normal. You could say it's really rekindled my flame for LO-

A very special thanks to @banshriek, who's helped me bring Rekindled to a whole new level that wouldn't exist without them. They've been an amazing assistant and a wonderful friend and I'm so thankful to have them in my corner <3

And thank you! All of you, for following along with Rekindled, reading my essays, destroying my ask inbox, and just being an awesome community full of awesome people. I've got a busy year ahead with lots of stuff planned, from art markets and expos to plot threads in Rekindled that I'm hyped af to get to; not to mention Lore Olympus officially ends this year, meaning I'll undoubtedly have loads to talk about (which fills me with both a strange sense of excitement and dread at the same time LOL) I'm gonna try and take it all in the best spirit that I can, I wanna come out of this shit sparkling like one of Hades' diamond golf balls.

Let's make 2024 a fucking banger.

#lore rekindled #lore rekindled comic #lore rekindled update #lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #happy holidays #happy new year

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calirph · 2 days ago

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𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐘, 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄��𝐂𝐄𝐒. all these sentences quotes are regarding mature sentences regarding forbidden encounters, love and feelings as well things to be spoken in the bedroom, include mentions of jealousy as well olf lovers. please change names, locations and pronouns as you see fit. suggestiveness and level of spicy varies, please beware.

Forbidden Encounters

"Every stolen glance feels like a lifetime of desire condensed into a heartbeat."

"I shouldn’t be here, yet I can’t bear to leave."

"The world fades, and all that remains is the forbidden thrill of your touch."

"Loving you in secret makes every moment feel sacred."

"Our love is a fire we’re not meant to feed, yet it burns brighter each day."

"In the shadows, where no one sees, we exist as we truly are."

"Your lips are a sin I’ll gladly repent for."

"We dance on the edge of what’s forbidden, daring it to break beneath us."

"Every whispered promise carries the weight of what we cannot have."

"The risk makes the taste of you even sweeter."

Love and Feelings

"You’ve become the melody I can’t stop humming."

"When I’m with you, the world feels as though it’s finally in focus."

"Loving you is both my greatest joy and my deepest ache."

"You’re the reason my heart beats faster, even when you’re far away."

"I never knew I could miss someone this much until you."

"Your smile is the thread that stitches together my broken parts."

"You’ve left fingerprints on my soul I’ll never scrub away."

"The space between us is heavy with the words we don’t dare say."

"Your love is both my anchor and my storm."

"In your eyes, I find both sanctuary and chaos."

Bedroom Intimacy

"You are the storm I willingly drown in."

"Every touch of yours is a map leading me to places I never knew existed."

"I want to memorize the way your skin feels beneath my fingertips."

"Your whispers ignite fires I never want to extinguish."

"Each moment with you leaves echoes that linger in my veins."

"Let me trace your every scar and call it beautiful."

"When you’re in my arms, the world feels like it’s finally standing still."

"Your voice alone could unravel me."

"In the dark, with no one watching, I am yours entirely."

"You’ve taught me that desire is both a gift and a surrender."

Jealousy and Past Lovers

"Do they haunt you the way your memory haunts me?"

"I hate that I crave something they once had."

"Do their kisses still linger in your mind when you’re with me?"

"The ghosts of your past linger in the space I want to call mine."

"You say they’re gone, yet I feel their shadow between us."

"I’d rewrite your past if it meant I could have all of you."

"Do you think of me when you hear their name?"

"They may have known your touch, but I will know your soul."

"I don’t need to be your first, but I long to be your only."

"Your past doesn’t scare me, but the idea of sharing your heart does."

Deep Emotional Connection

"You’ve shown me what it means to truly feel alive."

"When I’m with you, time becomes irrelevant."

"Your love is a storm that’s made me stronger."

"I’ve never felt as seen as I do when you look at me."

"You’ve given me courage I didn’t know I possessed."

"Being with you is like breathing for the first time."

"I’d endure every heartache again if it led me back to you."

"Your presence alone silences my chaos."

"You’ve unlocked parts of me I thought were lost forever."

"When you hold me, the world ceases to exist."

Rekindling Old Flames

"I see fragments of who we were, and it makes me yearn for what we could be."

"The fire may have died, but the embers still burn within me."

"Every memory of you feels like both a blessing and a curse."

"Can we begin again, or is the past all we have left?"

"Loving you once was not enough; I want a lifetime of chances."

"The moments we lost now feel like the only ones that mattered."

"Your absence carved a void no one else could fill."

"I never stopped loving you; I just learned to live without you."

"You’ve become the story I can’t stop telling myself."

"Even after all this time, my heart still races at the thought of you."

Unspoken Longings

"I feel your absence more keenly than I feel my own heartbeat."

"You’ll never know how many words I’ve swallowed for your sake."

"I ache to tell you the truth, but fear keeps me silent."

"The weight of unsaid words is heavier than any truth I could confess."

"Loving you in silence feels like slow suffocation."

"If only you could hear the words I scream in my mind."

"Every unsent letter is a testament to my longing for you."

"I’m trapped between wanting to love you and fearing you’ll leave."

"The words I cannot say are etched into my soul."

"In my dreams, I tell you everything I’m too afraid to say aloud."

Yearning and Vulnerability

"You’ve become the ache I can’t soothe."

"I want to be the reason you smile and the one who wipes your tears."

"The closer I get to you, the more I fear I’ll lose myself."

"Your happiness is my greatest wish, even if it costs me my own."

"You’ve seen my brokenness, yet you still choose to stay."

"My love for you feels like both freedom and captivity."

"Every time I push you away, it’s because I fear I’m not enough."

"I want to be your everything, even if I’m only allowed to be your something."

"Your love has unraveled me in ways I never thought possible."

"To love you is to risk everything, and yet I cannot resist."

Sensual Intimacy

"I love the way you make me feel when you're this close."

"You’re so irresistible; I can’t get enough of you."

"Every part of you is absolutely perfect to me."

"The way you touch me drives me wild."

"I’ve been thinking about you all day, and now I can’t hold back anymore."

"You make my heart race every time you look at me like that."

"Your scent is intoxicating; I can’t stop breathing you in."

"I love exploring every inch of your body."

"Tell me what you want—I want to make you feel amazing."

"You’re the only one who knows how to set my soul on fire like this."

"The way your skin feels against mine is heavenly."

"When you’re near me, everything else just fades away."

"You’re so beautiful when you let go like this."

"I love the way your body responds to my touch."

"You’re my favorite kind of distraction."

"There’s no place I’d rather be than here with you right now."

"Your voice is like a melody, and it keeps playing in my mind."

"You taste sweeter than I ever imagined."

"Every time you touch me, it’s like electricity coursing through me."

"Being this close to you feels like a dream I never want to wake up from."

"I want to feel you from the inside."

"Don't stop. Make me whole."

"You can come just like this, I know you do."

"Beg me for it."

"Easy, baby, doesn't that feel good?"

#roleplay memes #sentence meme #( cali meme. )#rp memes #rp prompt #rp musings #roleplay prompt #◟ ⋆ memes › roleplay sources.

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libellule-ao3 · 6 days ago

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Distorted Mirrors

OS written and shared for @tamayula-hl 😊

OS | Rating: T | Sebastian x MC (Sakurako) | approx. 1900 words.

A/N: Upon reading her HC [Link] about the relationship between Sebastian and Sakurako, I was immediately struck by the circumstances of Sebastian’s first marriage proposal. This passage encompassed everything I love to explore: angst, the complexity of toxic relationships, tortured characters, and Sebastian’s duality. The section written from his POV was the first piece I drafted about this pairing, but I needed more time to better understand Sakurako before daring to explore her perspective, which is nevertheless essential to this fanfiction. This OS is, above all, a tribute to the depth @tamayula-hl brings to her characters & their dynamics.

As always, I hope it resonates with you, despite any potential missteps or errors on my part (ESL writer). 🤞

Summary:

As Sebastian desperately tries to keep Sakurako by his side, even resorting to manipulating her feelings and forcing her into an impossible choice, she questions their future, torn between her love for him and the realisation of their relationship’s toxicity.

Sebastian

Something was wrong.

He could feel it in the way Sakurako’s gaze fled his, in the distance that grew between them or in the silences that stretched like shadows at dusk, filled with unspoken words.

Their love seemed to fade little by little, to become a kind of mirage, and this thought took his breath away, leaving him suspended on the edge of emptiness. Since the catacombs, since Solomon’s death and losing Anne, who refused to forgive him, everything that had once been solid in his life was now in ruins.

Even Ominis had grown somewhat distant, tired of his excesses.

Sakurako, for her part, had picked up the pieces of what was left of him, reassembling them into something fragile but real. She had become the glue that held the shattered fragments of his being together, and he couldn’t lose her. Not after everything they’d been through.

The panic that surged inside him at this threat was cold and implacable, a terror that only grew with each moment he saw her slipping further away. He knew their bond was imperfect, born of helplessness and despair, nourished by loneliness and grief. And yet it was impossible to let go. She was his reason for living, the only thread holding him back from the precipice.

Ominis had said it was an addiction, a desperate need, but in his eyes, it was love. His only love. Should this embrace prove more toxic than a constrictor snake’s, then so be it!And so an idea came to him.

A desperate plan, dictated by his visceral fear: seal their fate in front of everyone in the Great Hall. A public scene that would leave no room for escape, trapping Sakurako under the weight of hundreds of stares. She hated being the centre of attention and would never have the strength to say "no" in such a situation. That was precisely why he had chosen this moment, this place. It was cruel, perhaps, but he couldn’t lose her — not after everything they had endured.

When the day came, Sebastian felt the little suede case in his pocket, a weight reminding him at every moment of the importance of what he was about to do. The Great Hall was noisy, full of life, laughter and cross-talk, but to him it all seemed strangely distant, as if he were observing the scene through a pane of glass. His eyes finally found Sakurako entering the Great Hall with Poppy Sweeting, who was no doubt telling her some new anecdote about magical creatures. She looked so far away, out of reach, and this distance rekindled his fear like a bright flame.

He made his way towards her, ignoring the intrigued looks, the silent disapproval of Ominis and the whispers as he passed. When he stopped in front of her, he dropped to his knees and all the hubbub in the room died down; the conversations suspended in palpable anticipation. Poppy slipped discreetly away, leaving Sakurako facing him, exposed to all eyes. He saw her swallow, her gaze shifting from him to the jewellery box he was taking out, then to the dozens of curious faces around them.

“Sakurako,” he said, his voice sounding louder than he’d intended.He gave her the most charming smile in his repertoire as he opened the box to reveal a beautiful engagement ring.

“I know I’m not perfect, that I’ve made mistakes, but I love you more than anything, and I can’t imagine my life without you. So let me ask you–”

His hands trembled with emotion. His eyes sought hers, begging for an answer, but all he saw was surprise, hesitation, a thinly veiled fear...

She wanted to flee... It was as plain as the nose on her face.

Sebastian chose to ignore this. He couldn’t back down now.

“–Will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?”

The question wasn’t really a question. It was a plea. A disguised injunction. A trap set with which she could only escape by daring to face the silent judgement of all those witnesses.

She smiled, but it was a vulnerable smile, more fragile than a fairy wing, ready to break at any moment. Yet he clung to it like a castaway to a plank.A soft, barely audible “Yes” came from her, requiring him to strain his ear to catch it.

Relief flooded through him, accompanied by a thunder of applause, cheers and festive whistles, eliminating everything in its path, chasing away all shadows and doubts to make way for an overwhelming sense of victory. He slipped the ring onto her finger and rose to kiss her, ignoring the trembling of her lips, the restraint of her tongue and the rigidity of her body against his.

It didn’t matter.

Sakurako was his, and she would never leave.

A little voice inside him, which sounded strangely like Ominis’s, reminded him a heart captured through cunning is not truly won. But Sebastian refused to listen.

As long as Sakurako remained by his side, he would do anything to convince himself that everything would be all right.

Sakurako

Sakurako knew something was wrong.

It wasn’t something she could name straight away, but it persisted, heavy and insistent, in the burning heat of Sebastian’s gaze.

She could see it in the way his eyes locked onto her, as if he had been memorising every detail, like a man etching in his mind a shoreline doomed to disappear beneath the waves.

She could hear it in the silence after his laugh had died down.

She perceived it from his smiles that flickered too quickly, an unease settling in their wake.Sebastian had always been intense. That intensity had been part of what had drawn her to him in the first place – the fierce, burning love that had threatened to consume him completely. The relentless need to protect those he loved, even if it meant ignoring their boundaries – or trampling everything in his path.

But lately, that flame had been extinguished, its light replaced by a dark, oppressive pressure. It was something she couldn’t explain, but she could feel it, suffocating in the silence.

Sakurako loved him. She didn’t doubt it, just as she didn’t doubt the ache that gripped her chest – a weight that felt as much as freedom as captivity.

She loved him with a strength that left no room for anything else. And yet, sometimes, a cruel thought made its way into her heart:

Did Sebastian really love her, or just his idea of her?

Was she just a figure of attachment shaped by the absences of Anne, Solomon, and all that he had lost?

Their love was anything but light.

The witch sometimes compared it to a vine that wrapped itself around the two of them, holding them up even though it threatened to strangle them. Together, they held on, but at what price?

Sakurako lived with the quiet certainty that one day Sebastian would see the truth. He would look at her and realise that his love was born out of nothing but grief. A desperate attempt to fill the void.

And when that day would come, she feared his gaze might burn her just as intensely, but this time with resentment. Then in her worst nightmares, his voice echoed with dreaded words:

“It’s all your fault.”

Words she feared all the more because they were true. If she hadn’t helped Sebastian, none of this would have happened.

As she began to imagine her life after Hogwarts, a decision took shape, a choice so devastating it tore at her heart: she had to leave him.

It was not a resolution taken lightly. On the contrary, it was a carefully considered necessity.

Love should never feel like a prison. Nor be tainted by insecurity.

So Sakurako wrote him a letter. It was less complicated this way. Face to face, she would waver, as she always did when he was close to her. In this message, she expressed her love for him, reminded him of their wounds, and their need for time to heal, to rebuild... one without the other.

She waited until the following Saturday to give it to him, a day devoid of classes when it would be easier to avoid any confrontation while waiting for him to digest the news. But Sebastian, it seemed, had his own plans.

A few days later, as she entered the Great Hall with Poppy for dinner, the atmosphere changed. The steady hum of conversation faded, replaced by murmurs and a tangible sense of anticipation. That’s when she saw him approaching in long strides. Each of his steps struck the stone, the sharp cluck of his shoes asserting his unyielding presence in the crowded room. His face showed determination, and his aura dominated the space. Her heart compressed in her chest as she guessed what he was about to do before he even reached her.

“Sebastian, no! Not here... Please… Not like this…” she screamed in her mind.

But the words wouldn’t come out. They were stuck in her throat, and she felt trapped by a hundred stares. Slowly, he knelt down in front of her and took a small box out of his pocket.

“Sakurako,” he began, “I know I’m not perfect, that I’ve made mistakes, but I love you more than anything else in the world, and I can’t imagine my life without you. So, let me ask you–”

The Earth turned upside down. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her hands were clammy and trembling. Her instincts were screaming at her to say no, to stop before it was too late. But she was frozen, trapped by the unbearable weight of all those stares.All those expectant faces, those smiles filled with envy, preventing her from catching her breath.

To refuse here and now was to condemn Sebastian to public humiliation. He knew that.

An affront she didn’t have the strength to inflict on him. He knew that, too.

Her panicked gaze swept around the Great Hall, like a condemned prisoner looking for a miracle. But wherever her eyes landed, she was met only with envious faces or faces eager to hear her acceptance, adorned with a naïve smile that knew nothing of the storm inside her. Every whisper, every glance seemed to tighten the invisible chains that imprisoned her. Silent witnesses to her surrender, unaware that every second they were forging the bars of a cage she had never chosen.

He looked at her, his features taut with a fragile balance of hope and despair. The cold possessiveness in his brown eyes was a shadow she couldn’t ignore.

Saying “no” would break him. Saying “yes” meant surrendering to a gilded cage.

Her lips almost parted of their own accord, betraying a “yes” she desperately wanted to stifle. Three little letters that left a taste of ash in her mouth. Glowing, he stood up, slipping the ring onto her finger with a trembling, practically feverish hand.When he kissed her, the warmth of his lips contrasted cruelly with the coldness of the stone in her stomach. She remained motionless, unable to respond to his passion, while in the back of her mind, church bells announced, not their union, but his triumph.

Her conscience whispered that she had just made a terrible mistake. And her heart clung to the hope that perhaps, in time, they could learn to love each other as they deserved.

But Sakurako knew it wouldn’t be easy. With Sebastian, nothing ever was.

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#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #sakurako nogi #sebastian x mc #sebastian x oc #hogwarts legacy fanfiction #Sebastian Sallow imagine

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fatedhoonist · 20 days ago

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𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

━━☆⌒*. SYNOPSIS! two former lovers reunite, stirring up old emotions and unfinished business as they grapple with the love and pain that still lingers between them

━━☆⌒*. NOTE! omg i’m a FOOL for angst… i love love love writing so much 😝 i listened to loml by taylor swift for like three hours trying to write this :/

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The night breathes with the echoes of forgotten melodies, the kind that crawl under your skin and settle deep in your chest, dragging you to places you swore you’d never revisit. It isn’t fate or chance that brought you here—it’s something older, heavier, a magnetic pull of unfinished business that refuses to fade.

You stand in front of him now, the years stretching between you like a fragile thread stitched with ghosts. Heeseung, with his tie slightly crooked, his hands buried in his pockets, still wears the same maddening contradiction he always has. Lowdown boy, stand-up guy—a perfect blend of careless charm and quiet regret. And here you are, the same fool who could never decide which version of him you loved more.

“Who’s gonna stop us from rekindling this flame?” he drawls, his voice unhurried, almost lazy, like he knows the answer already.

You don’t reply, because he’s right. No one could stop this. Not when the steps of this dance are etched into your bones, a rhythm your body remembers even after all these years.

The memories crash over you, relentless and vivid, pulling you back to the nights you spent tangled in each other’s arms, whispering promises you were too young to keep. You remember the fights, sharp and cutting, leaving scars that ran deeper than you ever cared to admit. And you remember the quiet moments too, those stolen fragments of time when he’d look at you like you were the only thing in the world worth believing in.

“We were just kids,” you whisper, your voice trembling under the weight of it all.

“And look at us now,” he replies, a flicker of a smile playing on his lips. “Grown.”

The words strike a chord in you, deeper than they should, and for a fleeting moment, you let yourself wonder. Wonder what it might’ve been like if things had gone differently—if he hadn’t left, if you hadn’t let him.

“It’s not that easy,” you murmur, the words slipping out before you can stop them. “It takes time.”

Heeseung takes a step closer, his gaze heavy with something you can’t quite name. Reverence, maybe, or regret. “You always were the starry-eyed one,” he says softly. “I thought I was better safe than sorry. Turns out, I was just scared.”

You laugh—a bitter, hollow sound that feels too big for the fragile space between you. “Scared of what?”

“Of feeling like this,” he confesses, and the rawness in his voice makes your chest ache. “I’ve never felt like this. Not before, not since.”

The silence stretches between you, thick with all the things neither of you can say, until finally, he breaks it. “Like getting married,” he says, his voice quiet and wistful. “That’s how it felt, didn’t it?”

You nod, because it did. It felt inevitable, like the universe had already decided for you. Maybe that was the problem. Maybe you were too busy following the script to notice the cracks forming beneath your feet.

“It’s still alive,” he whispers, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “Biding time, never quite buried.”

The words sting, because they’re true. You’ve both been walking around with the ghosts of what could’ve been, pretending not to notice the way they linger.

“I was the love of your life,” he says, his tone half-mocking, half-sincere. “You told me that a million times.”

“And you told me the same,” you snap back, bitterness seeping into your voice before you can stop it.

He doesn’t deny it. He just looks at you, his eyes darker than you remember, like they’ve seen things he’ll never say out loud. “I meant it,” he says quietly. “Every time.”

You want to believe him. God, you want to believe him. But the years have taught you to be cautious, to look for the lies woven into the truths.

“What about the lies?” you ask, your voice sharp and trembling. “What about the empty promises? What about all the times you dragged me to hell?”

He flinches, but he doesn’t look away. “I was a con man,” he admits, his voice low. “Selling a get-love-quick scheme to someone who deserved better.”

The honesty cuts deeper than any lie ever could, and for a moment, you hate him. You hate him for the hole he left in you, a hole you’ve never been able to fill.

“I’ve never felt anger like this,” you say, your voice barely more than a whisper. “Never before, and never since.”

He reaches for you then, his hand brushing against yours in a way that feels both too much and not enough. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, his voice so soft it almost breaks you. “Even if it was momentary.”

You pull your hand away, because you can’t. You can’t let yourself fall into him again, not when you know how it ends.

“It should’ve stayed buried,” you whisper.

He nods, but there’s a sadness in his eyes that makes you wonder if he ever really let it go. “Maybe,” he says. “But some things don’t die, no matter how hard you try to kill them.”

The words hang in the air, heavy and unspoken, as you finally turn to leave. And as you walk away, you know you’ll see his face in your dreams—the way his somber eyes lit the match that burned your field of dreams to ash.

Heeseung was the loss of your life, and though you leave him behind, you know you’ll carry the weight of him with you, right until the very end.

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glowingmartyria · 1 month ago

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( @arcanestarfall -- the Emerald Enchanted in the middle of the night )

One is never too old to spend a night in the glorious halls of the Emerald Enchanted, to hide in alleys and rooms and explore it's corners and pathways. Or so Odessa likes to think. Loud music is blasting through her body like waves, and she follows them, dances with them. Alcohol is clouding her system -- meant to be drank by Fae, adjusted to their metabolism. It floats through her blood, clouds her brain, but not hard enough to distract her from the person that comes right into sight.

Odessa catches herself smiling at her, drink in her head she's been nursing for a while, eyes now entirely focused on the star of the night, the embodiment of the Pillars of Creation -- if they were a person, at least. Odessa pushes through the crowd, approaches her, carefully. "You're not fae.", she acknowledges, "Are you not scared here, all alone? Of us wicked things?" Her grin is soft -- and rare sighted.

#burning buildings / diana #rekindled flames / threads #this is so gay

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asacredthebread · 4 months ago

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Rekindled Flames

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Danny x Reader - 18+

𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝.

Warnings: Hickeys, Implied Unprotected Sex

wc: 5k

taglist - @musicislove3389 @peaceloveunitygvf @jazzyfigz @sarahbethgvf @fleetingjake

As you lay nestled under the soft, warm covers, the world outside faded away, and you were lost in a deep, peaceful sleep. The rhythmic sound of your own breathing blended perfectly with the soft, distant noises of the night. Time felt suspended in this comfortable cocoon of stillness, where dreams drifted in and out like whispered secrets. You were completely unaware of the gentle creak of the bedroom door as it slowly opened, a hush falling over the room.

A moment later, you felt a stirring beside you—a familiar presence slipping into bed. It was Danny, and despite your half-asleep state, you could sense the warmth radiating off him. He crawled in quietly, his movements gentle and considerate, always attuned to your need for rest. Even in your drowsy haze, your body instinctively recognized him, rolling slightly to make room as he settled in beside you.

His arm found its way around your waist, pulling you closer, and instinctively, you melted against him, feeling as if you were being enveloped in a protective balloon of warmth. The heat of his body felt like coming home, anchoring you in the present despite the lingering threads of sleep that pulled at your consciousness. You sighed contentedly, nuzzling your face against his side, secure in his embrace.

And then, the sensation hit you—a sudden, unmistakable awareness that something hard and unmistakably personal pressed against your back, stirring you from your sleepy reverie. Your eyes fluttered open fully as the realization set in. You turned your head slightly, your gaze locking onto Danny's, his expression a mixture of surprise and mischief.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” you teased, a soft chuckle bubbling up from your chest as you arched an eyebrow playfully. His cheeks flushed slightly, the humor of the moment breaking the initial tension.

“Can you blame me?” Danny replied, his tone playful yet slightly sheepish, shadowed by the warmth of embarrassment. “Who wouldn’t want to be this close to you?”

You grinned widely, feeling an exhilarating rush wash over you, and leaned in even closer until your lips almost brushed against his ear. “Looks like someone’s excited to be home,” you murmured softly, your breath teasingly tickling his skin.

You could feel his pulse quicken, the warmth radiating from him intensifying as he caught your teasing tone. The moment hung between you like thick, sweet honey, drawing you both deeper into the playful energy that buzzed in the air. Danny chuckled, an unmistakable glint of appreciation sparkling in his brown eyes as he shifted slightly, trying to hide his embarrassment but failing miserably.

“Not that I’m complaining,” he added, his voice low and warm, laughter lingering in the corners of his mouth. You could sense the mixture of vulnerability and playful confidence in him, which only made you want to tease him more. The intoxicating mix of camaraderie and attraction ignited butterflies in your stomach.

You couldn’t help but chuckle again, relishing the moment. “You know, it’s not every day a girl can say she has that kind of effect on a guy,” you quipped, your playful tease punctuated with another soft laugh.

“Yeah, well, it’s not every day a guy gets to come home to someone like you,” he replied, his tone earnest now, laced with a hint of charm that made you blush.

The warmth of your playful banter wrapped around you like an electrifying embrace, and you felt that intimate spark deepen with each passing second. You knew that these moments—this blend of teasing and tenderness—were what drew you together, making every return home feel like a celebration.

Every soft giggle, every lingering look exchanged in the dim glow of the room seemed to amplify the intimacy you shared. And in that moment, you both knew this connection was something special, enveloped in both laughter and the undeniable chemistry that had drawn you to one another from the very beginning.

As the playful atmosphere enveloped you both, you felt an irresistible pull to close the distance even further between you and Danny. Your heart raced with excitement and warmth as you slowly turned to face him, your body instinctively aligning with his. The dim light of the room cast a soft glow on his face, highlighting his features in a way that made your heart swell. You could see the warmth in his eyes, filled with anticipation and a hint of surprise as he looked at you.

With a playful smile curving your lips, you leaned in, letting the weight of your body press gently against his. You began by planting soft, tender kisses along his neck, feeling the warmth radiate from his skin. Your lips felt velvety against the slightly stubbled surface, the softness juxtaposed with the tantalizing scrape of what was left of a mustache, sending a delightful shiver through you. You kissed your way slowly up his neck, relishing the intimate closeness as you inhaled the familiar, comforting scent that was uniquely Danny—an intoxicating blend of warmth and something distinctly him.

You took your time, savoring each gentle touch of your lips. As you moved up to his jawline, you could feel his breath hitch slightly, a quiet gasp escaping his lips as your kisses left trail after trail of warmth along his skin. You paused for a moment, just lingering there, your lips brushing against the curve of his jaw, feeling the rapid beat of his pulse beneath your touch. It fueled a fire inside you, both playful and intoxicating, sparking a hunger that compelled you to continue exploring.

Danny's eyes were wide, filled with a mix of surprise and yearning as he watched you. You could see the way his body responded instinctively—tensing slightly, then relaxing, as he reveled in the sensations you were creating. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation, a tangible energy that felt electric, making every movement feel deliberately slow and tantalizing.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you let your hand drift down, gliding along his side, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath the fabric of his shirt. You loved the way he reacted to your touch, and it ignited an even deeper desire within you. As you dipped your hand lower, you let it unfurl into the waistband of his pants, fingertips teasing and exploring, eliciting a soft sigh from his lips.

The contact sent a rush of exhilaration coursing through you, and you felt emboldened by the warmth radiating from him. You allowed your fingers to wander carefully, exploring the contours of his body while keeping your kisses soft and lingering. Every brush of skin felt like an invitation, drawing you closer and deeper into this intimate moment, creating a melody of heat and desire that only seemed to crescendo with every kiss and every caress.

As your hand ventured deeper, you felt a rush of adrenaline and thrill course through your veins. The vulnerability of the moment only heightened the intensity; it was a beautifully intimate dance between you both—one filled with laughter, teasing, and now an underlying passion that felt like it might burst at any moment. You could feel him reciprocate, his body leaning into your touch, his breath quickening further, and a subtle yet powerful energy enveloping you both.

“Is this what you had in mind when you came to 'snuggle’?” you teased softly, your voice barely above a whisper, laced with mischief and desire. Your lips found his neck again, kissing in delicate patterns that drew a low, appreciative groan from him.

“Maybe,” he replied, the word escaping his lips in a breathy exhale, rich with humor but underlined with sincerity, the playful spark in his eyes reflecting the fire igniting within you both.

In that moment, you felt a warm connection envelop you, transcending from the playful teasing into something more profound—an unspoken understanding that you both craved this closeness. Your kisses became a language of their own, communicating desires that words could not express. You reveled in the taste of him, the sound of his breath hitching, the way his body responded to your every movement, and the magnetic pull that drew you closer together.

Every soft kiss became a promise wrapped in longing, a dance of intimacy and exploration that only deepened the bond you shared. You knew that this moment marked a sweet transformation—a beautiful blend of laughter, teasing, and desire that echoed through the quiet of the room, sealing the connection between you both as the soft fabric of the night wrapped around you.

As the magnetic energy simmered between you both, you felt a subtle shift occur. Danny's playful demeanor morphed into something deeper, more primal. In a swift motion, he leaned over you, your bodies aligning perfectly, and you could sense the sudden intensity in his gaze. His expression, previously filled with laughter, now carried a smoldering intensity that sent a thrill racing down your spine.

With a gentle but deliberate movement, he started to press his lips against your skin, trailing down your neck. His kisses were soft at first, almost featherlight, but as he began to explore more confidently, they transformed into light hickeys that left behind a pleasurable sting. Each delicate nip and tug of his lips ignited your senses, making you acutely aware of every brush against your skin.

As he found his rhythm, you felt a soft whimper escape your lips, a sound you hadn't intended but couldn't repress. It was a quiet but evocative testament to just how much you had missed him, how deeply you craved this connection. There was an urgency in his mouth as he navigated the expanse of your skin, celebrating your reunion with every kiss, each mark a declaration of possession and desire.

His mouth worked its magic, slowly trailing down toward your throat, and you could feel his warm breath fanning over your skin with each whisper of his movements. The sensation made your heart race faster as he picked up the pace, the warmth of his lips igniting a fire within you that spread like wildfire. You could practically feel the heat radiating from him, intertwining with your own as he immersed himself in you, marking you as his—a deliciously thrilling claim that made your insides flutter.

You arched your back slightly, leaning into him instinctively, desperate for more of this electrifying contact. “Danny…” you breathed out softly, and he paused for just a moment, lifting his head to meet your gaze. You could see the desire flickering in his eyes, an unmistakable hunger that matched your own. He seemed to savor the effect he had on you, that quiet whimper still echoing in the air, amplifying the connection between you two.

Then, without breaking the eye contact, he resumed his trail of kisses, this time moving lower, exploring the contours of your collarbone and down toward your chest. Each lingering kiss was punctuated by the faintest of nips, his playful intensity weaving a delightful tension throughout your body. You found yourself losing track of time, surrounded by the intoxicating sensations that only he could evoke.

With every touch and every soft scrape of his teeth, your heart raced wildly in your chest, and the warmth blossomed within you, amplifying each delightful twitch of your muscles. You realized how much you had missed this—his touch, his presence, the way he could make you feel alive with just a kiss. It ignited memories of countless moments spent together, all filled with laughter and intimacy.

“God, I’ve missed you,” you managed to whisper, the words tumbling out as if they were desperate to escape. There was a sincerity laced within your admission, a recognition of just how significant this moment felt. Danny lifted his head slightly, brushing his lips against your jawline, a tender flicker of warmth in his gaze, and you could feel the weight of every shared memory, every longing moment, and every passionate thought crystallizing into this single realization.

“I missed you too,” he murmured, his breath warm against your skin, deepening the connection once more. The sincerity in his voice enveloped you, wrapping you in a cocoon of intimacy as he leaned closer again, but this time his mouth found the sensitive spots along your neck, resuming his journey with newfound urgency.

His hands roamed as well, roaming freely along your body, anchoring you in the present while igniting memories of all the nights spent lost in each other’s arms. The world outside faded away, leaving only the heat of your bodies and the soft sounds of your sighs and whimpers echoing in the quiet, creating a symphony of longing and affection, amplifying the unbreakable bond you shared.

As Danny’s lips continued their fervent exploration, he seemed to lose himself in the sensations, each kiss becoming more passionate, more confident. You could feel the heat radiating between you, a palpable energy that wrapped around you both. Every gentle nip and kiss ignited a fire, a thrilling rush that coursed through your veins. He was relentless, a man on a mission, savoring the taste of you as if he were trying to memorize every inch of your skin.

The soft whimpers that escaped your mouth grew more frequent, almost like an unspoken plea for him to continue, for him to delve deeper into this moment of intimacy. He reveled in it, his eyes flickering with playful mischief each time he elicited a response from you. It was a dance of desire, a shared language that conveyed just how much you both craved this closeness, this union that had been forgotten for far too long.

Danny’s hands moved with purpose, brushing against your sides with a feather-light touch before gripping your waist, pulling you closer to him. You were hyper-aware of his every move, your body responding eagerly to his touch. As he explored the smooth expanse of your skin, you could feel the waves of pleasure washing over you, each caress sending shivers shooting down your spine.

“Please…” the word slipped out before you could stop it, an instinctive plea that left you both vulnerable and exposed. It was a request, an invitation, a longing for him to guide you into something deeper, something more fervent.

He paused for a moment, his breath warm against your neck, and his gaze locked onto yours. There was a deep understanding in his eyes, a fierce desire mirrored in the way his body responded to you. You could feel the weight of the moment hanging in the air, a charged silence that spoke of the unspoken emotions you both shared.

Then, as if in response to your unvoiced wish, he resumed his ministrations, this time shifting his focus to your collarbone. A mix of urgency and tenderness enveloped you both as he lavished attention on you, leaving a trail of hickeys that marked his possession, a beautiful blend of passion and assurance. His mouth traveled lower, and you gasped when he found the hollow of your throat, kissing and nipping with a maddening intensity.

His lips traced the contours of your skin, igniting every nerve ending in their path, the euphoric sensations creating a heady cocktail of emotions. Each touch felt like a promise—a reminder of how much he craved you, how much the separation had made him yearn for this very moment. You arched closer, surrendering completely to the intoxicating rhythm of his kisses, losing yourself in the warmth and safety of his embrace.

“God, you feel incredible,” he murmured against your skin, his voice low and gravelly, sending a thrill through you. You could hear the desire laced within his words, the way they echoed your own feelings. It was as if you were finally shedding the weight of time spent apart, pooling all your emotions into this singular moment—a rebirth of the connection that had been hanging delicately between you.

Feeling emboldened, you brought your hands to his hair, fingers threading through the soft strands and pulling him closer still. You shifted beneath him, feeling the heat radiating off him, and offered your neck willingly, giving him free rein to explore. You pressed your body against his, reveling in the intensity of the connection, each touch igniting a deeper longing.

The world outside faded away, and you lost yourself in the rhythm of his kisses, the world reduced to just the two of you in that intimate space. The sweet whispers of his breath mingled with the soft sounds of your own gasps and sighs, creating a beautiful symphony of longing that echoed in the quiet room.

Suddenly, he paused for a brief moment, pulling back just enough to gaze into your eyes. There was an intensity there that made your heart skip a beat. “Are you sure you want this?” he asked, concern flickering in his eyes, a gentle reminder of the emotions swirling between you.

You nodded, swallowing hard, a mixture of longing and appreciation flooding your senses. “More than anything,” you whispered, your voice steady despite the whirlwind of feelings surging within you.

With that affirmation, he dove back in, his kisses growing more fevered and urgent now, as if he were trying to claim every part of you. Time seemed to stand still as you became enveloped in this blissful heat, your bodies moving in a rhythm of their own as you melted into one another, caught in a moment of pure, unadulterated connection.

The nights you had spent apart seemed to vanish under the weight of all that you shared now. And as Danny deepened his kisses, his hands exploring every part of you with a reverence that left you breathless, you knew this was only the beginning of a night filled with the kind of passion that you both had missed. The longing, the desire—everything you had bottled up found its way to the surface in each lingering kiss and every soft whisper, weaving an unforgettable memory that would speak to the depths of your relationship for years to come.

With each passionate kiss, the air crackled with electricity, and you could feel it deep in your bones—an undeniable connection that transcended the physical. Danny’s hands roamed freely over your body, exploring the curves and contours as if he were on a cherished pilgrimage. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of you, lost in one another in this perfect moment.

You felt your heart race as his lips traveled lower, leaving trails of fire in their wake. His kisses were no longer merely a soft exploration; they were declarations—a celebration of the time lost, a promise of what lay ahead. With every gentle nip and languid kiss, he was weaving a tapestry of longing and affection, each touch deftly igniting your senses.

“Danny…” you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with eagerness and warmth. He lifted his gaze to meet yours, his eyes dark with desire, and he captured your swollen lips again, deepening the connection even further. Each kiss, a fervent exchange, felt like a hot brand against your skin, a mark of passion and possession.

With a surge of urgency, he repositioned himself, pressing his body more firmly against yours. The warmth radiating from him enveloped you like a cozy blanket, igniting your skin with a sense of safety and exhilaration. You could feel the hard planes of his body, the muscle and strength that made you crave him even more fiercely. Every inch of him felt alive against you, eager to bridge the gap that time and distance had created.

As he trailed kisses along your collarbone, you threaded your fingers through his hair again, gently guiding him to where you needed him the most. The heat of his breath skated over your skin as he continued his exploration, attending to every sensitive spot, trying to elicit more of those soft whimpers that seemed to please him so.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice was low, velvet-smooth, dripping with intention and desire. It sent shivers coursing through you, amplifying the longing that swirled within you, igniting a flame that threatened to consume you whole.

“I want you,” you confessed, the words tumbling forth unbidden. It felt like a liberation, an acknowledgment of the need that had been brewing for far too long. The vulnerability of the admission only made the atmosphere more charged, heightening every sensation as his lips paused to capture your gaze. There was a flicker of something—hunger, delight—before he returned to his fervent exploration.

With each brush of his lips and every insistent dart of his tongue, he captured you, making you feel cherished and desired. You could feel the urgency building between you, a need that surpassed simple physical attraction; it was a fusion of souls, a deep hunger that stirred in the pit of your stomach.

Danny’s kisses grew more possessive, more fervent, as he drew closer. You felt him shift, an intensity sparking in the air as he pressed his entire frame against you, his warmth wrapping around you like a second skin. You could feel the steady weight of him, a reassurance that amplified your need to be closer, to fuse together until there was no longer a distinction between where he stopped and you began.

He pulled back momentarily, his breath ragged, his eyes locked on yours. “Are you sure?” he pressed again, the vulnerability in his gaze mirrored your own fears and desires.

You nodded fiercely, your heart pounding with a mix of excitement and eagerness. “I’ve never been more sure of anything,” you replied, your voice thick with emotion.

With that, the barriers seemed to melt away as he dove back into the moment, his lips claiming yours, more fiercely now. You could feel the urgency escalate, a rhythm that matched the frantic thudding of your heart. Time seemed to stretch and contract simultaneously as you lost yourself in the sensations, the heat of his skin igniting every nerve ending.

As he shifted again, his hands slid under your shirt, lifting it slowly, an agonizing mixture of tenderness and need. The cool air met your heated skin, intensifying the desire raging within you. With steady hands, he explored every inch, sending jolts of electricity through you. You gasped at the sensation, loving the way he took his time, meticulously discovering you as if he was unraveling a beautifully wrapped gift.

Once your clothing was discarded, he peppered your exposed skin with gentle kisses, trailing heat down your stomach and leaving a trail of warmth in his wake. His hands found your hips, fingers digging in slightly, anchoring you to the moment and grounding you against the waves of pleasure building inside you.

“Danny,” you gasped, emotions swirling like a tempest as his lips approached the most sensitive areas of your body. The air crackled with anticipation, each heartbeat thundering in your ears, drowning out any thoughts of hesitation.

“Just relax,” he murmured softly, lifting his gaze to yours. “I want to take my time.”

In that moment, you felt the world recede once again. The weight of his words reassured you, a promise that he was here to savor every second, to make this moment unforgettable. You locked your gaze with his as he continued to explore, the spiraling heat of anticipation and desire engulfing you fully, pushing you further into a realm that felt both dangerously intoxicating and beautifully intoxicating.

Everything melted away again, leaving just the two of you, wrapped in passion, lost in a world that was yours alone. With every kiss, every caress, every whisper, you sank deeper into a blissful oblivion where time no longer existed, and all that mattered was the exquisite connection you shared.

As Danny's lips explored your body, the air thickened with the mingled scent of desire and heat, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that heightened your senses. You felt utterly alive, each gentle caress igniting a fire deep within you that blazed hotter with every passing second.

He took his time, and it felt like an exquisite eternity. Each kiss he planted sent jolts through your body—warm, tingling, electric. You gripped the sheets beneath you, your breaths coming in quick gasps, as the anticipation built like a crescendo, slowly rising before an inevitable release.

Feeling emboldened by the passion that enveloped you, you reached down to tug at his shirt, your fingers deftly working to remove the layer that separated you. His eyes flickered with a mix of surprise and delight, but he quickly leaned back to allow your hands to slide over his bare skin. You reveled in the smoothness of his muscles, your fingers tracing the outlines of his chest and abdomen, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat beneath your palm.

Danny’s breath caught as your hands roamed over him, igniting an unrestrained hunger in his gaze. It was a look that sent a thrill through you, making you feel empowered and desired. You could feel his warmth radiating toward you, urging you to continue your exploration, to discover every detail of this man who had been a constant in your thoughts.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he breathed, words laced with sincerity and reverence that made you blush. You felt the heat rush to your cheeks, but it only fueled your desire further, sending sparks of confidence through you.

“Show me,” you whispered, your voice low and sultry, echoing the need churning inside you. The moment surged with an intoxicating mix of urgency and tenderness, as if you were perched at the edge of something both thrilling and profound.

With newfound determination, he carefully shifted himself, positioning his body over yours, his weight pressing gently against you. You could feel the heat between you intensifying, a magnetic pull that left no room for hesitation. His lips met yours again—slowly at first—before escalating into something much more primal. You responded in kind, your bodies merging in a rhythm that felt alive, natural, as if you were two halves of a whole finally coming together.

Danny’s hands continued their wandering path, kneading and teasing—his fingers expertly coaxing pleasure from your body while keeping the connection electric. Your senses heightened, every touch, every brush against your skin highlighted the longing that had grown inside you. It was a beautiful release, and every second felt like a sweet, tantalizing promise of the ecstasy to come.

You urged him on, returning the favor, your fingers trailing down the lines of his back, relishing the defined muscles beneath your touch. He shuddered slightly as your fingertips discovered sensitive spots, eliciting a deep, rumbling growl that sent a thrill through you.

“Just like that,” he murmured against your lips, his voice a low rasp that made your heart race even faster. The raw need underpinning his words drove you, igniting a powerful fire that coursed through your veins, surging in time with the rhythm you were creating together.

At that moment, the barriers that once held you back were shattered, replaced by an all-consuming wave of desire. You were no longer separate entities confined in your past; you were two souls becoming one, each moment drawing you together with a force so strong it felt infinite.

As the crescendo of your passion approached, Danny’s hands shifted once again, firm and gentle, seeking permission with every probing caress. And you nodded, breathless, oblivious to the world around you. “Yes… more,” you urged, the depths of your desire echoing in your tone.

He answered with an understanding that sent shivers coursing down your spine; every gentle kiss, every heated touch felt like an unspoken promise. This was more than just physical—it was a meeting of souls, a connection that transcended the boundaries you had both built.

His movements grew more deliberate, guiding you with a newfound understanding that sent you spiraling higher and higher, the world narrowing down to just the two of you—the glorious connection forged from longing and need. You surrendered completely, losing yourself in the dance of give and take, each moment pulling you deeper into bliss.

The rhythm of your bodies moved together, a pulse that sent waves of pleasure rolling through you. The air around you thickened, charged with passion as moans and gasps intertwined, painting an exquisite tapestry of shared ecstasy.

As the intensity built, you could feel the edge drawing closer, each pulse of pleasure spiraling higher until you felt yourself teetering on the brink of something fantastical. The room pulsed around you, a collage of sensations and emotions intertwined in a beautiful chaos.

“Are you ready?” Danny asked, a breathless whisper against your ear, the tension crackling between you even more. The way he looked at you, all desire and tenderness, made your heart swell. You nodded again, this time more fervently, a desperate plea that left no room for doubt.

With a surge of passion, you both surrendered to the moment, allowing yourselves to be swept away. The waves of pleasure crashed over you, a flood that sent your senses into a euphoric spiral. Together, you rode the crest of that wave, intertwining in a beautiful knot of exhilaration and bliss.

As you both descended from the heights of ecstasy, the world slowly came back into focus. You lay entwined together, your bodies still humming with the aftershocks of what you had just experienced. The air around you felt heavier now, filled with the tender silence that followed a passionate storm.

Danny looked down at you, his expression softening as his fingers brushed a stray hair from your face. “I’ve missed you so much,” he confessed, the vulnerability in his voice both disarming and delightful.

“I missed you too, it’s not the same here without you, too quiet,” you whispered back, your heart tightening at the depth of emotion shared between you. “I’m glad you’re home.”

His eyes held yours, a quiet understanding passing between you, solidifying the bond that had grown even stronger during your time apart. Together, you lay in that serene aftermath, wrapped in warmth and love, ready to embrace whatever came next—together.

In that moment, you realized that this was just the beginning: the rekindling of a flame that would burn bright, illuminating the path ahead with promise, potential, and a hopeful heart. And as the evening wore on, you felt infinitely grateful for the journey—the challenges, the distance, the reconnecting—all of it had led you right back to where you belonged: here, together, in each other’s arms.

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askinkiskarma · 1 year ago

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ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴅᴀʏ xx - ᴇᴅɢɪɴɢ

pairing: neteyam x omaticaya!reader (part of monster in me)

➽ a/n: omg besties i've been working so hard on the 1 i have been neglecting the prompts, but i HAD to come back to day 20 with a neteyam/vi drabble. i know a lot of you have missed them and so i hope you enjoy getting a glimpse into what they've been up to, and no worries, there'll be more ;) x

➽ words: >700 words

➽ warnings: it goes without saying, but all of these works (kinktober-related) are smut and therefore minors should NOT interact with them. other warnings include: tiny little degradation, tiny bit of praise, tiny bit of brat-taming

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“F-uck!” Your cries were loud, uninhibited, and wild, just like you. He loved that. As much as he tried to deny it for himself, as much as he’d fight anyone saying he’s enjoyed the years of hatred and war that plagued you both, in reality, he lived for the fights, and the teasing, for the touches and glances that were thrown in disdain but lingered for longer than they ever needed to, for all of it. He still dreams about it, fingering you behind your tent, the look on your face as he brought you so near to your orgasm, how tightly your tail was wrapped around his thigh, desperately pulling him closer, even as every fibre of your being was most likely urging him away. He still sees it in front of his eyes - your face, flushed and tantalising as your lips were wrapped around his cock, sucking him off so well he felt his whole soul was being exorcised… how much he wanted to hate it, how much he couldn’t, not when it was what he loved about you the most anyway. You were his match. His twin flame. The only woman that could both break him and put him back together. The only woman who yearned to be broken just the same. His little slut, the Omaticayan fucked-up princess who loved to be fucked.

So all things considering, it terrified him - losing it, the spark, the heat between you, when you rekindled what seemed to be cold and broken for so long. He was scared that things would change, and get boring and routinised. There was so much trust between you now, so much love, so much you shared, and he was happy about it, so happy… but he wanted to keep the way he felt about you then, how your being made his skin catch fire and his uncontrollable urges rise to the surface, fresh in his mind.

“Such a filthy mouth. But you should have thought about the consequences before being a brat all day, Vi. Now I guess I just have to fuck it out of you, huh?”

He always kept his promise. Every day, you were a brat, and every night, he made sure you paid for it, and you loved it - loved it all, loved to wake up marked and bruised, in love bites and canine stings, with his cum in you, on you. You didn’t love it right now, though, as he denied you your third orgasm, so desperate for release you were sobbing face down on the mat, pleading for at least one, just one. Only one. He was so deep in you, one hand gripping painfully at your raised ass, the other holding your arms behind your back, you could feel him everywhere - in your belly, in your lungs, in your throat. His thrusts were animalistic and unbridled, a desperation for him to own you, to claim you, to love you in the way you knew you needed to be loved.

“Please, Neteyam. Fuck! I ne-ed to come!” The tears were spilling down your forehead, whines getting more pronounced with each plunge into your needy, wet cunt. So close. You were so close. You knew you couldn’t handle being edged once more, the desire almost bordering on pain. Fortunately, he always knew how to thread that line - thin and treacherous, he was a master at knowing how to balance on it, how to push you just to the spot in which they blissfully coexisted, until you were shaking and transcendent, the feeling more intense and satisfying than you ever even thought possible.

“Beg. Beg to come on my cock, Txepvi. Let me see you put that pretty mouth to good use before I fuck it tonight.”

“Agh, please! Please, please, I need it so badly, please!”

You feel him twitch inside of you at your words, balls heavy slapping against your folds, itching to spill their load in you, loving to hear you, see your body entirely bent to his will, loving to know the trust was earned in time, and will never be broken, for as long as he lived.

“Such a good girl. Come for me, Vi. I want to hear you.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, and as always, you were grateful for him, and the way he knew how to treat your body better than you ever could, because when you came, it was so good, you couldn’t wait to be a brat again tomorrow, and the day after, and the day after, for the rest of your days.

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hcuyk · 10 months ago

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[ 18+ ] . . . . . . . . will the inferno rekindle?

[ OUR INFERNO ] WORD COUNT : THREAD

OUR INFERNO elaborates the complexities within a relationship—the spark, the blaze, the pain. your love with hyunjae is a never ending fire; it's something so strong, so beautiful and powerful, that it suffocates you both into believing that your relationship would last, only for it to go down in flames.

C—URRENT WOR—D . C—OUNT : 22k

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—-—-— i want us to experience this journey together <3

OUR INFERNO —T—AGLIST <- | -> PERM—T—AGLIST

lovely beta readers : @simpforsunwoo @stealanity @drunkdrazed @winterchimez — they own my heart

THERE WILL BE A HAECHAN VERSION AS WELL

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staronline · 1 year ago

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“ if it wasn't her , then who was it ? hm ? i know her laugh , sage , and you can try and make me sound crazy all you want but i know what i heard. i'm giving you the opportunity to be honest with me . . ”

⠀ׅ࣪ ﹗ ׅ࣪ ❛ you have no idea what youre talking about ... you definitely were hearing things . ❜

#╰ ♡ . 𝐲𝐨𝐨 𝐧𝐚𝐞𝐮𝐧. … ( 𝟎𝟎𝟏 ) thread.#sunsetnap #what do we thing of exes trying to rekindle a flame <3 #but maybe sage was seeing someone during their breakup ( seriously or not ) and thats who naeun is suspecting....#but she could totally be wrong about it! up to u 😁

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zapreportsblog · 2 years ago

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Betrayal Unveiled

➥ summary: All good things must come to an end at some point. (Y/n) discovers that her boyfriend Shoto has been cheating on her, for how long? She has no ide.

➥ angst

➥ one shot

It was an ordinary day—or so it seemed—in (Y/n)'s world. The sun cast its warm glow upon the streets, oblivious to the storm gathering within her heart. (Y/n) cherished her relationship with Shoto, a love she believed to be unbreakable. But fate had a cruel twist in store.

As the day wore on, whispers of doubt began to permeate (Y/n)'s consciousness. Flickers of suspicion tainted the corners of her mind, igniting a gnawing unease that refused to be silenced. Deep down, she sensed that something was amiss, a dissonance in the harmony of their bond.

With trepidation coursing through her veins, (Y/n) embarked on a quest for truth, determined to uncover the secrets that threatened to shatter her world. Little did she know that her journey would lead her to the devastating revelation she never thought she would face.

One fateful evening, shadows danced upon the walls as (Y/n) found herself standing outside Shoto's apartment. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anticipation and dread enveloping her. As she opened the door, the sights and sounds that greeted her shattered the fragile illusion of her love.

There, in the dimly lit room, she saw it—Shoto entangled in an embrace with another woman. The air grew thick with betrayal, and time seemed to stand still as (Y/n)'s world crumbled around her. The pain etched upon her face mirrored the shattering of her trust, her heart torn asunder.

A wave of emotions washed over (Y/n)—shock, anger, and profound sorrow. Tears welled in her eyes as she witnessed the ultimate betrayal unfold before her very eyes. In that moment, the purity of their love was tarnished, irreparably marred by infidelity.

Unable to find her voice, (Y/n) stood frozen in the doorway, her heart bleeding from the wounds inflicted upon it. Every word, every touch, every cherished memory seemed tainted, replaced by the bitter taste of deception. The person she once knew as her rock had become the source of her anguish.

The days that followed the heart-wrenching revelation were cloaked in a suffocating silence. (Y/n)'s once vibrant spirit had dimmed, her heart now guarded by the jagged shards of broken trust. The weight of her pain pressed upon her chest, threatening to consume her very being.

Despite the facade of normalcy she attempted to uphold, (Y/n) could no longer pretend that everything was as it once was. The love that had once bound her and Shoto together now stood tarnished, its delicate threads unraveling with each passing moment. The memories they had shared became a double-edged sword, cutting deep into her wounded heart.

A profound sadness settled within (Y/n), a darkness that seeped into the crevices of her soul. She yearned for the solace of Shoto's embrace, the comfort of his words, but the knowledge of his betrayal lingered like a ghost between them. Her love for him was a battlefield, torn between the desire to cling to what was familiar and the need to protect herself from further pain.

Days turned into weeks, and (Y/n) withdrew into the recesses of her own sorrow. She found solace in solitude, seeking refuge in the quiet corners of her heart where her emotions lay exposed and raw. Her laughter grew hollow, her smile a mere façade to mask the turmoil within.

Shoto, oblivious to the anguish that consumed (Y/n), remained perplexed by her sudden detachment. He yearned for the closeness they once shared, desperate to rekindle the flame that flickered in her eyes. But try as he might, he could not decipher the cause of her withdrawal.

Within the depths of (Y/n)'s soul, conflicting emotions waged war. She longed for Shoto to notice her pain, to see the cracks in her fragile facade. Yet, fear held her captive, fear of facing the truth, fear of confronting the pain that threatened to consume her. The fragile remnants of their love teetered on the edge of oblivion.

Shoto, burdened by the weight of (Y/n)'s withdrawal, could no longer bear the silence that suffocated their once vibrant connection. The torment of her distant demeanor gnawed at his heart, driving him to confront the enigma that had come between them. He sought answers, a desperate attempt to salvage what remained of their love.

One somber evening, in the fading light of the setting sun, Shoto found (Y/n) in the solitude of her sanctuary. His voice was laced with a mixture of concern and confusion as he broke the silence that had consumed them both.

"(Y/n), my love," Shoto began, his voice trembling with a delicate balance of hope and apprehension, "I can no longer ignore the distance that has settled between us. I yearn to understand the cause of your withdrawal. Please, share with me your pain so that we may face it together."

(Y/n)'s eyes bore into his, a torrent of conflicting emotions swirling within her gaze. The storm that raged within her threatened to spill forth, consuming all in its path. The silence that stretched between them amplified the weight of her anguish, until she could no longer suppress the tempest that raged within her.

With a mix of fury and anguish in her voice, (Y/n) unleashed her pent-up pain upon Shoto, her words like shards of shattered glass piercing the veil of their fractured love.

"If you're going to cheat on me," she spat, her voice quivering with a potent blend of hurt and anger, "at least have the decency to hide it better. Your betrayal is not only a stain upon our love but an insult to my intelligence."

Shoto's eyes widened in shock, his breath catching in his throat. The truth hung heavy in the air, a brutal revelation that shattered his own illusions and laid bare the depths of his deceit. The foundations of their relationship crumbled beneath his feet, leaving him exposed and defenseless against the accusations that burned like a searing fire.

"(Y/n)," Shoto stammered, his voice a mere whisper, "I never meant to hurt you. I don't know how you found out, but please, let me explain. I'm sorry."

The room seemed to close in around them, the air thick with unresolved tension and unspoken words. Emotions surged through both their veins, a mixture of heartbreak, anger, and a desperate longing for the love that had once bound them together.

“Don’t even bother,” she splats out before storming away.

A few weeks go by and the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of gold and purple, the stage was set for the musical extravaganza that would captivate the hearts of all in attendance. Today UA High School's was hosting a festival in which would showcased the diverse talents of its students, a testament to the school's commitment to nurturing their gifts.

Amidst the bustling excitement, the members of 1-H took their places on the stage, their hearts pounding with a mixture of nerves and exhilaration. The spotlight illuminated (Y/n), the center of attention, her voice a beacon of vulnerability and raw emotion.

The first notes of the piano resonated through the air, capturing the attention of the audience. The soft strumming of the guitar accompanied (Y/n)'s delicate voice as she breathed life into the lyrics of "10 Things I Hate About You."

♪ The way you walk into the room, yeah, it kills me ♪

♪ And the way you spin those lies, it's so unappealing ♪

♪ The way you smile when you're not around, it's so deceiving ♪

♪ And I hate how I keep letting you back in ♪

Her voice carried the weight of unspoken emotions, the lyrics intertwining with the essence of her own experiences. The words resonated with the hearts of those who listened, evoking a range of emotions from nostalgia to introspection.

As (Y/n) poured her heart out on the stage, the lyrics became a vessel for her own confessions, a bittersweet tale of love and loss. The audience hung on to her every word, their hearts entwined with hers in the musical journey.

♪ I hate the way you make me feel so small ♪

♪ How you're always there but never really there at all ♪

♪ I hate the way you make me chase you 'round ♪

♪ When you're the one who's always letting me down ♪

The lyrics echoed through the auditorium, each word laden with the weight of (Y/n)'s personal experiences. The raw vulnerability in her voice resonated with the crowd, as her performance became a mirror through which they reflected upon their own moments of heartache and resilience.

In the midst of her performance, (Y/n) found herself immersed in a sea of emotions. Her voice soared and dipped, carrying the burdens and joys of her own journey. With each verse, she unraveled the intricacies of her heart, her voice an instrument of truth and self-expression.

♪ But I can't help myself, I'm drawn to you ♪

♪ Despite the pain, the love that I can't undo ♪

♪ And even though I know I should let go ♪

♪ I keep coming back, it's something I can't control ♪

The final notes hung in the air, their resonance lingering long after the song had ceased. The audience erupted into applause, their hearts moved by the poignant performance. (Y/n)'s classmates surrounded her, their pride evident as they congratulated her on a breathtaking display of talent.

In the aftermath of (Y/n)'s mesmerizing performance at the UA Festival, a cloud of unease descends upon Shoto Todoroki.

As the echoes of (Y/n)'s haunting melody fade, the auditorium transforms into a buzzing sea of congratulatory murmurs and joyful applause. Shoto, his heart heavy with unspoken emotions, musters the courage to seek out (Y/n) and offer his support. He yearns to congratulate her on a stunning performance and bridge the widening chasm between them.

With a mix of anticipation and trepidation, Shoto makes his way through the crowd, searching for (Y/n) among the sea of faces. His eyes eventually land on her, but the sight that greets him sends a sharp pang through his chest. There, by (Y/n)'s side, stands Katsuki Bakugo, their smiles and laughter intertwining like the melodies of a symphony.

Time seems to slow as Shoto's gaze remains locked on the scene before him. His heart aches with a mixture of jealousy, confusion, and a sense of betrayal. Thoughts swirl in his mind, each one a dagger piercing his fragile hope.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, Shoto's resolve crumbles, and he retreats from the scene, a storm of emotions brewing within him. He questions the nature of his connection with (Y/n), the strength of their bond, and whether it was ever truly reciprocated.

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