#so i've just been typing this up on my phone like a madman

[xing-hua]

IT WAS A GOOD HURT i love it when my blorbos make me cry 💀

ASDFLDL same brain on some level! if you're planning to post that I WILL KEEP AN EYE OUT......... i am a sucker for scenarios like that, i have a note that is just "some relaxing hair braiding" and i just want that for them so much.

also PLEASE that is such a soft thought 😭 also blade doing luocha's hair the way he normally does his..... cute...... i was thinking of the hairpin in the passerby relic set (WHICH I HAD ON LC FOR A WHILE BC HEALER — i don't anymore bc i am just piling atk% on him. but that thought made me ❗️)

also Y E S hairpins as betrothal gifts,,, i've seen shows where they have the hairpin return scene and it's the guy attending to his spouse hhsfkskh so SOF. AND AND the thing about the hairpin halves? why break it when you can make a matching set that slots together, i'm sure a certain craftsman would know how that works, even if he can't execute it himself.....

that being said i do have an old scene in my notes of blade gifting luocha a hairpin he designed bc he wanted to make him something but can't anymore ;;;;;;

ok i'll put the read more here before i blather on bc themes of death & dying & questionable (?) relationship dynamics.

ah i meant lc asking blade not to let lc outlive him, BUT you know what you have given me more brain worms cause

luocha having been like, trying to gently manoeuvre him away from his quest to find something that will kill him and blade going hard in the opposite direction bc the last time he lost someone his entire world was shattered and like "i can't lose you too" "you won't lose me" "i will outlive you" and luocha just... giving in eventually, esp as time progresses.

also oh my god noooo (but also yes), more impetus to not be immortal. i love the concept of finding each other in an afterlife (or a next life).

and about expecting to meet again WHAT IF THEY ARE. what if they never figure it out till the end of luocha's mortal life and he's like, "i'll wait for you" (i would like my own mythos about this with an afterlife that has an in between space HAHA) AND HE DOES, for however long it takes. their ideal ending being that he figures it out eventually

god this would feel so bittersweet to write

i, however, am a SUCKER for immortal x mortal plots that involve a reincarnation cycle, like a find me in every lifetime kind of deal hslkldjahbrh

ohhhhhhhh wait my god that's actually so tasty?? blade's mara acting up around emanator!luocha like, he knows he's reacting to something but he cannot tell what it is about this man, only that the demon inside him recognises something about him, in like a bone-deep, craving sort of way. hello canon divergent au????

which reminds me of this thing in my notes i wrote way at the start when they had started growing roots in my brain LSJSKSK:

ANYWAY omg i hope you get to draw them anyway!! i have sm i want to write but christ on a bike i do not have the TIME

it was fine!! i hope i got everything! THANK U for this it is so nice to yell about Them !!

#hey sol do you think if luocha was actually emanator of abundance bladie wouldn't have to watch him age and die like df had done for yx#I'm just thinking thoughts and one of them is blade noticing lulu getting grey hair and worrying about it#'find a way to kill me so i can die when you do'

@boyslit WHY MUST YOU HURT ME IN THIS WAY, but also, yes???? having him flip from "i have no desire to live" to "i have no desire to live without you" (in my head they have had (i have written 💀) a conversation where lc admits that if he could, he would ask blade to promise that lc wouldn't outlive him so i'm very ‼️ about this) would just be so HHHHH

we all know blade has Too Many Feelings for his own good so they would they absolutely would Be This Way

not to mention the idea of lc being an emanator and bladie being so conflicted about it is just so. 👀👀👀

[sehtoast]

Hii! Id like a request!

Could you perhaps do a scenario where the reader gets stranded at an airport (Perhaps with panic attack)?

I'm experiencing this currently and thinking about Homelander is helping, Somehow

i'm so sorry you had to go through that anon ❤️ homie has an odd way of making life's woes suck a little less. apologies that this took as long as it did (and also i've never been in an airport before so idk if this is even the right vibe adfkljdfk), but i hope it's still enjoyable and i hope your airport adventure ended happily.

Oh, if you thought it couldn’t get worse, you were so wrong. 

Cancellations across the board, a raging snow storm outside, disgruntled people everywhere, and far too much noise for your overloaded senses.  This is what you get for flying out to go see a friend in the dead of winter.

It wasn’t like you could call an uber to the nearest hotel, either.  Pretty much nobody was going anywhere in this storm, and you’ve been here for hours now. God, you should’ve picked a morning flight, but you just haaaad to sleep in.

Eventually it started getting to you.

You’re alone, surrounded by angry people, in the middle of fuck knows where, with no guarantee of getting home or if your ticket is still going to be honored and–

You don’t even notice your breathing growing frantic until it’s overpowering and all you can do is hug your knees and try to stay calm–

You reach for your phone and send off a text to the one person who would maybe be awake at this hour.

God I’m fucking stuck here and I miss you and I don’t know what to do.

Your chest feels tight and your mouth is dry.  You hold your phone tight, cringing at the battery level.

7%.

You’d love to charge it, but the iPad parents are currently occupying every outlet in the area and if you hear one more child scream because they couldn’t watch their damn skibidi toilet videos–

It buzzes and you unlock it like a madman.

Told ya you should’ve flown air-Homelander.

You smile, warmth trickling in to fill your otherwise endless pit of anxiety.

It would’ve been too cold on my face :(  and you’d be carrying all my luggage.  Besides, I couldn't ask you to fly all this way.

The next response comes almost instantly.  Well, as instantly as it can with how slow he types.

Picky picky.  Where are you?

In the lounge-ish area.  On the floor, because I guess I picked the busiest airport in the world…

2%.  You’re almost ready to snag one of those outlets and suffer the blubbering.

Shucks, that’s a bummer.  

It’s not so–

You wince as your screen flickers, waves of sadness overtaking you in conjunction with that dreaded anxiety.  Gone is your only lifeline, and it hits you that you’ll have technically left him on read too.  You should’ve told him about your battery– fuck, fuck, fuck.

You hug your knees again and shove your useless earbuds in, hoping to dampen some of the noise.  It doesn’t work, and you can distinctly make out the sound of a man loudly demanding a full refund.

You try to imagine Homelander.  What tales would he have for you once you returned home?  How much trouble did he stir up while you were away?  Probably the usual, but… you were supposed to see him tomorrow morning when you got home.

God, that thought makes you ache for home even more.

You shut your eyes and attempt a nap.

You try and try to sleep to no avail.  Just when you think you might get a wink of rest, you hear audible gasps and shouting.  Your eyes shoot open, expecting the absolute worst, but all you see are two imposing sets of red boots.

“You forgot to text me back,” he says nonchalantly.  

Tears of joy bite at your eyes as you look up, and you all but launch yourself off the ground and into his arms.

“M’sorry,” you mumble against him.  “Battery died.”

“Mm, if you say so. I feel like this was all part of your elaborate plan to get me here.”  Homelander pulls away just slightly to look down at you, a twinkle of sympathy in his eyes- a very rare sight.  “Well, I know I can’t fly you home, because you’ll turn into a big popsicle, but… there is a hotel nearby and you do deserve a nice place to lay your head.”

Your heart feels so warm it could melt the blizzard outside.

“You just gotta tolerate a little cold.” He grins, winking at you.  “And air-Homelander doesn’t have delays.  No luggage fees either.”

You throw yourself back into the hug, squeezing him with all you’ve got.  

“You’re the best,” you whisper in his ear.

“Yeah, I know.”  He replies, uncaring of the spectacle you two must be.  “Now let’s get you cozy.”

[disdaidal]

For the Writer's asks:

What feedback did you receive for your writing that stuck with you?

Show us a piece of dialogue you really like.

Hello! :))) ♥

13. What feedback did you receive for your writing that stuck with you?

- Well, first of all, I have this absolutely horrible habit of rambling and writing sentences miles long (:D), so I may have received quite a bit of feedback about that both in English as well as in my mother tongue. Every now and then I still often find myself typing like a total madman, without breaks or periods in between, so I try to go through them and cut them down in smaller sections. I don't nearly always heed that advice, but I try to. Because now I notice that when others are doing it in their writing, rambling on and on without breaks, it's harder for me to read and stay focused. :D So, yeah, I think it's important.

There have been other kinds of feedback over the years, mostly small things that I've tried to keep in mind. But since they are mostly minor things and I've noticed that other people don't always follow/know them in their writing either... *shrugs*.

18. Show us a piece of dialogue you really like.

Ohh, man. 🙈 I wrote this part in my latest wip a while ago and it may not be my best dialogue ever, but I like it regardless:

Yennefer’s face lit up with a grin and she laughed. “Oh, yes, Prince Charming,” Adding fuel to the fire. “I'm sure he’s delighted to come back home to his biggest fanboy ever.” “Oh, knock it off…” Cahir moaned, giving her a small kick with his left foot. Ciri and Yennefer giggled in response, and Fringilla hummed, amused. They all knew about his crush, teasing him about it at any chance they got, and it didn’t make him feel any better. “I’m sure he’s just pissed after another shit day at work and that he has to come home and see my sorry face after everything I’ve done…” “Nonsense,” Yennefer gave him a small slap on his backside which made him jolt. “He’s going to be so happy to see you again and he’s gonna keep fussing all over you and cook for you and we’re just gonna sit here and watch it all happen. Maybe pop some popcorn while we’re at it,” She turned to look towards the kitchen, then back at Ciri. “Do we have any?” Ciri shrugged and Cahir lifted his head from the pillow, scorning. “We? You don’t even live here!” “Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss, C; we’re practically family,” Yennefer brushed him off and dug out her phone from her pocket. “Should we call him and ask him to bring us some on the way back?”

💜 Writer's Ask Game 💜

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Any thots for us while Ao3 is tragically down? (Only if you have time and are in the mood ❤️ You’re amazing)

Noooo, AO3 is down! I just saw! (I've been doing homework lol, so I didn't know) and to make it worse Spotify is down for me too 😫

How will we go on?

It's maintenance, I know, and I know that's good, they gotta. But, still. lol

A quick thought for you, straight from the notes on my phone lol, but under the cut because it involves omorashi:

Rope bondage that leads to accidental omorashi is plaguing meeee

Like, goddamn, imagine stucky with a shrinkyclinks type dynamic but not really winter-soldier!Bucky and pre-serum!Steve. Just. Regular beefy Bucky and lil Steve but this is beefy submissive Bucky and tiny sadist Steve 😮‍💨

Steve has Bucky restrained in some heavy ties. Standing up, legs tied together, ties around his waist and chest and shoulders BUT his arms are held up over his head. It's nothing that he couldn't get Bucky out of like *that* with the safety sheers he has next to him on the floor of their playroom, but... it's a lot more fun to watch this unfold.

This being how suddenly, a good hour into a scene, Bucky has discovered he kinda, really has to piss.

Bucky's been teased--not exactly edged--but he's been touched all over in preparation for the tie and then during the tying of the ropes and after the tying too. He's blushing all over. Covered in goosebumps. So, so sensitive. Long hair on his face, over his blindfold. Breathing hard against the ropes. Yet, no matter how much he squirms he cannot get away from the press of a fucking knot right against his full bladder.

It hurts.

Bucky has to piss so bad.

His tears are wetting the blindfold, making it stick to his burning face wetly.

He's begging for mercy, sobbing, "please, please, please pleasepleaseplease," he doesn't take time to breathe and chokes for a moment, whining, "lemmego!please!Ineed-I'mgonna. Oh. Oh, God, I'm gonna, mmmmgh, I'm gonna pee myself! Steve! Steve!!"

But he isn't safewording.

And...

Steve's getting off too hard on his agony to cut him out of the ties if he isn't going to use his safeword or colors. Steve's biting his lip hard. And, unthinkingly, his hand is reaching out, lightning quick, to press against the knot resting low against Bucky's tummy.

Bucky shrieks.

"Noooo!" He cries, hiccuping. Squirming harder. Trying to get away from the unrelenting pressure. He's gotta burst! Fuck!

Steve grins like a madman. He presses harder and harder and harder as words spill out of his mouth, encouraging and filthy. Telling Bucky what a good boy he is, telling Bucky how he wants to see him lose it, lose control, do it, do it. For me. Right now.

Bucky holds on for another moment. The last strand of resistance.

Then.

Then, the floodgates open and he pisses himself, gushing out, crying like he's never cried before while it happens but...

He's also hard as hell.

Steve can see Bucky's cock twitching as he pisses. Steve can see how hard and peaked Bucky's nipples are. Steve can even see the race of Bucky's pulse in his throat, hammering against the delicate skin as he flushes impossibly more red.

He's so fucking into this.

They both are.

It's to the point that even though Bucky is fully sobbing--chest heaving sobs mixed with moans that sound like he's having a goddamn orgasm--the second he's done making his mess Steve has to pounce on him.

Steve jerks him off fast and rough. Bucky cums once. Exploding the second Steve lays a hand on him. Yet. It's not enough. He doesn't go soft. He's still riding the high of that release. Steve keeps going. Going and going even as Bucky starts squirming again, trying to get away, trying to crawl out of his skin with how good everything feels. It feels too good! It's too much! Too much!

Bucky is-

Fuck.

Bucky is so fucking obsessed with how hard he gets off that he thinks he may never get off another way ever again 🥴

Hope you enjoyed 😘 sorry it's really short lol

[layanasstories]

EPISODE 10 - SPOILER ⚠️⚠️

ONE SHOT...

ONE SHOT - First meeting

I wipe my hands dry on my pants, the clammy sweat keeps coming back. I feel a knot in my stomach tightening. There's a lump of nausea in my throat and it keeps coming up. I try to swallow it, but it's no use. I feel my eyes getting filled with tears, my head hot and cold. A shiver runs down my spine. I fiddle with my shirt restlessly. The night is warm, the sun had been shining hot during the day, but I feel like I've been hit with a bad fever. Not wanting to keep bouncing back and forth, I sat down on the stone wall near the parking lot. I'm so damn nervous. What if it doesn't work out, what if he's not my type, what if he broke his promise, what if he's a head shorter than I am, what if he... I didn't want to finish that thought. I don't want to think about the most horrible outcome of this.

After Richy confessed to being the kidnapper, and Hannah was safely out of the mine, I explained in the group chat who was behind the kidnapping, why he did this. And that the part of the mine where Hannah was locked up burned out. Then I packed my backpack, with only what I need most. Couple of sets of clothes, my toiletries, wallet, keys and of course my phone plus charger. I went like a madman towards Duskwood, not thinking about the time when I would arrive. It's not even close to morning yet, but I don't care. All on my mind I have to be in Duskwood. It just doesn't make me any less nervous, my heart is racing like crazy. I've let him know I'm in the motel parking lot in Duskwood. And I left it at that. He would be there, that was his promise. He wouldn't be gone, he wouldn't have been arrested. So for now it's just a matter of waiting.

Trying to calm myself, I close my eyes, lean back on the wall and take a deep breath. I listen to the gentle breeze rustling the leaves on the trees. It's calming, for a moment. Because through the sounds of the rustling, I hear footsteps. I hardly dare to open my eyes, but force myself to look in the direction of the footsteps. A dark figure comes quietly from behind the motel, his hands in the pockets of his hoodie. And as I'd always imagined until now, the hood pulled over his head. Would he be as nervous as I am? Or is he calm and calculated as in his text messages?

I wish I had the courage to run up to him and fly into his arms. But the tough me has completely disappeared. All I do is get up and turn towards him so that I face him as soon as he stops right in front of me. I have to look up a bit, he is certainly not a head shorter than I am, rather more than a head taller. I reach out and take off his hood so I can get a better look at him. I am far from disappointed and my worries were really not necessary, he is definitely my type, more than definitely. Actually I want to take my time, but I don't get that chance. I feel his hands wrap around my waist and in one swift movement he pulls me towards him.

I didn't even realize it, but my whole body was shaking. Uncontrollable, my breath caught. I swallow the lump in my throat and threw my arms around him, pulling him close to me.

I told you I'd be here, that I wouldn't let anything separating us.

Wait, why are you trembling like that?

Jake….

[mysandwichranaway]

Fucking ghosts bro 😭i've been staying up really late all week because of finals and every single night they do something, i swear to god i'm so fucking done with them!!!

i've been sleeping at 4 or 5 am regularly and wow, these bitches want attention so bad 😒most would think these are creepy stories, but i am just very annoyed.

On Monday i was working on a novel analysis and i had my headphones on. My mom regularly wakes up at night and because we sleep and live in the same room, sometimes she asks me to turn down the light of my lamp or if i'm done with homework, so it's normal for me to hear her speak to me at midnight and such. I'm working and writing like a madman because i need to finish the fucking thing and i listen someone whispering something over the music i'm listening to, and i take off my earphone and ask "what?", i think, maybe mom wants me to get her water?, but she is fast asleep. Ok, whatever, i go back to work. I hear a whisper again. Alright it's the fucking ghost 🙄so i just turn around and ask "what do you want?? i'm doing homework man, leave me alone", of course i get no response but the sounds stopped. At 5:40 i went to sleep and that was it.

Then on Tuesday i'm again doing homework and i am once again with my headphones on. I'm doing my best to not fall asleep, it's already 2 am and i really want to finish this fucking thing. Then my mom asks "what are you doing?" and i'm like, nothing? i'm doing homework mom. And she says "no, i heard a window open". This house is fucking crusty, so all windows make sounds when they are opened. So i tell her, "a window?, no i didn't open any, but i'll check" so i get up, turn on the lamp on my phone and check the windows. None are open, i figure some neighbor opened a window or a door and scared my mom. Whatever, i need to do homework, so i just tell her "there are no open windows mom, go back to sleep" and she does. Later in the night, around 4 am, i hear a sound again, one that i can't really pinpoint, and at this point i'm just fucking exhausted so i just tell it to fuck off. That was it for that night, and i went to sleep like an hour later.

Then yesterday, i'm working at night again. It's been a fucking hard day, i got home at 11 and i still have to stay up doing work. Ok, i am almost done with school, i just need to hang on a little longer. I open word and start typing the essay. i'm listening to some waltzes to concentrate, so the music is not very loud and i can talk with my mom with the headphones on before she goes to sleep. It's already 1:40 and i am nowhere near finishing. I have white curtains so with the moonlight i can kinda see what is going on outside, and the stairs that lead to the second floor are right in front of the windows. I hear some fast steps going down the stairs, but just as they are approaching the door, they stop. Ok, not that weird, i have a neighbor that works at night, maybe they are going to work. But i don't hear the outside door open?, i take off the headphones and listen. No one is going back, i don't see anyone outside and the door wasn't opened (remember, crusty place). Well whatever. I don't hear any sounds after that, and the night goes on.

i have asked the ghosts if i can do anything to help them, if they want or need anything, but they never say anything, obviously.

Some of the more creepy things that have happened still annoy me, but there are two times specifically that have left me with real fear.

One time i was on my bed, on my phone reading something. I had an exam the next day and i couldn't sleep, so i decided to read something nice and fluffy. Then i hear a knock on the door. My mom immediately wakes up and we are like. What the fuck. The outside door is always closed, and this is an apartment, so it can only be a neighbor. Then they knock more aggressively, ok shit that can't be good. I grab a knife and my mom asks what they want, no answer. I get near the door and ask again, my mom shines a light and i open the door ready to fucking fight. There is no one. Of course there is no one for fuck's sake. My mom grabs her holy water and sprays it around the house, and that was it. No knocks since.

Then another time i am in my bed half asleep, it is like 4 am and i can see that it is starting to slightly become day, meaning that it is not pitch black as usual. I hear some marbles in the apartment from upstairs and i fully wake up, i can't really move, a feeling of fear overcomes me. The marbles continue and i feel terrified, for some reason i have this feeling like if the thing hears me moving or realizes i am awake it is going to come for me, so i stay still and try not to panic. i am fucking shitting my pants the whole time, i stay like that for like 15 minutes and the marbles keep moving. Then eventually the marbles stop and i grab my phone. I watch some memes to calm down and distract myself from whatever the fuck was that. I was in such a panic that in the morning i wake up and my whole body Hurst. Fucking ghosts man.

i still hear the marble sounds regularly, like someone spilled a bag of marbles on the floor. I have no fucking idea what the fuck is up with that, but i usually just ignore it. My neighbors say they have no idea either, oh well, guess the ghosts like marbles or something.

i swear to god they are so annoying.

[amethystpath-writes]

BTHB Communication Suddenly Cut Off

@badthingshappenbingo

Original work!

Communication Suddenly Cut Off

******

Hero adjusted her shoulder, elbow on the arm of her chair. "No way!" She dropped her spoon into her bowl of cereal. "She actually said that to him?"

On the other end of the line, Friend laughed. "Oh yeah. I don't blame her a single bit! I mean, he was borderline stalking her. You remember when we were at Max & Erma's and he dressed up as a waiter just to see her? Insane."

Picking her spoon back up and shoveling it into her mouth, Hero mumbled a 'Yeah, guess you're right'.

"So what have you been up to? I missed you at the party today. You doing alright?"

Bending forward with legs bent on the cushion, Hero put her bowl on the coffee table in front of her. She grabbed her phone with a hand instead of holding it between her head and shoulder. Hero was cramping enough without having to take up weird body positions.

"I'm alright," she said. "Just exhausted from work, you know?" Exhausted from fighting a villain you hopefully know nothing about.

Friend was silent for a moment. "I get it. It sucks not seeing you though. Maybe we could have a movie night." Her voice pitched at this. "Be exhausted all you want that way. I'll get us some popcorn. And! I'll get the nacho cheese stuff to sprinkle over it!" Hero smiled in her seat. "I'll pick up a few movies from Redbox, too, so we don't have to watch a bunch of oldies. Okay, that's it. That's the plan. Now," Friend hummed then began mumbling, "It's five o'clock and Mom needs eggs from the store. I'll try to be there by-"

The line went fuzzy, a quiet chshhhhhh. "Friend? Hey, you're cutting out." Hero stood from the chair, walking to the window. Maybe there was better reception there? If it was on Friend's end then it didn't matter much, but she could at least try. "Friend? You there?" She pulled the phone away, the screen of her phone lighting up. Hero was on a second call. No name though. Weird. She hung up, or at least tried to. The screen hadn't changed when she tapped the little red phone. Hero tapped it again, but nothing happened.

Next time she tapped the counting timer that told her how long she was on a call with Friend. The phone call returned normally and the other disappeared. She shook her head.

"H-ero? I th-ink-"

Hero cut to the chase. The call wasn't getting any better. "What time?"

Chshhhhhh.

Damnit, Hero thought, and peeked at her phone again. 'Unknown Caller' it read for a second time. "Hello?" she said impatiently. No answer. "Hellooo?" Nothing.

She hit the home screen, tapping the text message icon then tapped on Friend's contact. 'Hey. Phones are acting weird. What time do you think you'll be here?' Hero typed. Hitting send, a red and encircled X appeared. 'Message failed to send' it said below. She touched the X and then touched where it said 'Retry'. The X reappeared. Hero repeated the process once. Twice. Three times. Four. Five. Nothing, nothing, nothing. "What the hell?" Her phone was slow sometimes, but never this bad. "She'll get here when she gets here I guess."

Her phone began to ring just as she tossed it on the couch across the room. Sighing, she went to pick it back up. 'Unknown Caller'. No. If it was important, they could leave a message or text her. Hero didn't pick up from numbers she didn't know, or from numbers that didn't appear on screen. She pushed the lock button on the side of the phone, rejecting the call.

"How rude, rejecting my call."

Hero froze. Her shoulders drew tight, her spine straightened so much that it cramped as badly as when she held her phone with a shoulder. Her jaw clenched and her eyes went wide, staring vacantly at the couch cushion in front of her. Was Hero breathing? If she was, she didn't feel it.

"Won't talk to me on the phone and now not in person either, hm?"

Goosebumps rose along her arms as she heard the villain stepping closer. How had he gotten in? She turned. "How did you find me? Where did you get my information? What else do you know?" Information being both her address and phone number, maybe even her specific phone if he was able to block her communications the way he did.

Villain looked so casual, he always did. You'd never expect him to be a madman who plotted humanity's demise. He looked like a fancy historian; brown pants, black turtleneck, plaid and half buttoned jacket. He had his hands planted in his pants pockets now. Hero still had no idea how he managed to get inside of her apartment.

He chuckled at her uptight-ness. "Can't we just chat for once- for a minute before you question my how-comings and motives?"

"No," Hero responded shortly.

Villain fake-pouted. "How's come? You and your friend seem great. I would love to gossip to you the same way."

Hero rolled her eyes. Her shoulders were still tense, but she was relaxing- not so far that she wasn't prepared, but just enough that she wasn't uptight beyond movement. "You didn't answer me. What else do you know? How did you learn anything about me?"

He smiled at her. "Now that's a fun story. Guess I get to monologue after all."

"Make it short."

"Or what?" He dazzled her with a wider smile, one that showed teeth. Was it just her or were they sharpened? It was just her, definitely just her- and her anxiety, her terror.

Villain strode to the chair Hero had been sitting in just minutes ago. He plopped down, ankle on knee, arms on either side. "Go on," he told her. "Sit."

"Maybe you should stand."

He chuckled without moving. "Darling, I don't think you understand how easy I have been on you. In multiple ways, actually." His eyes fell from her own to the couch behind her. "Sit." Villain looked at Hero again and she swore something changed in his eyes. They almost seemed darker. She obeyed.

"Now, I think you recall that little stalker of your friend?" Hero squinted, but nodded. "Did you know he's able to take up the appearance of anyone he wishes?" He didn't wait for a response. "In that, he's also able to project his own appearance onto bystanders, even control what they would do as him. Very talented, very...mindfully aware."

Hero shook her head. "Where are you going with this?"

He shushed her, softly, as if she was a baby. "He came under my employment about a month ago. Remind me," he said, "how long ago it was that your friend became ill."

Her eyes went wide and she nearly launched from her seat, realizing what he meant. Villain might attack her if she acted out so suddenly though. Hero remained seated.

"What have you done with her?" she demanded. It made sense what he said. Whoever his worker was, he made himself look like Friend 2 then made anyone else appear like him. But where was Friend 2 if she hadn't been with Hero and Friend all along?

"Nothing too dastardly. She isn't starving, but I'm sure she would appreciate a nice chicken dinner."

"And Friend?" she asked, somewhat panicked. Friend was okay, she had to be. Yeah, the phone call ended somewhat abruptly, but that was just because Villain interfered. Beyond that, she was fine, right?

Villain shrugged. "What do you think?"

Her eyes stung with tears she refused to let fall. She shook her head. "Why are you here? What are you doing?"

"Entertaining myself mostly. You're my opponent. I wanted to brag."

"I'll kill you," she swore. "If not tonight, I will find you like you did me, and I'll kill you when I do."

Villain's eyes twinkled from afar. "Cute. Very cute." He laughed heartily. "I told you already that I've been easy on you, right?" Again, he didn't wait for an answer. "I'm here for more than bragging rights. I want you to come with me. I've given you opportunity enough to back down on your own; I'm giving you another now. Come with, or I'll have to force your hand."

Her eyes became squinted and her lip lifted. "I'm sorry?"

"Surrender," Villain said simply. His legs uncrossed and he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "If you don't I'll take you away forcibly."

Hero huffed a laugh. "As if you could. When have you ever bested me?" In truth, she was terrified. He was being serious, no amusement crossing his features. And the number of times he'd mentioned 'going easy on her'...what if he was telling the truth?

"Try something now then. Lunge at me." His lips were in a straight line. No emotion.

She considered him. Serious. He's serious. Villain was inviting her to attack him. Maybe she should take the opportunity.

Without another thought, she leaped from the couch, ready to tackle Villain, even though he was in a chair. She would have knocked the whole chair back if she could. But, something stopped her, a- a wall of sorts, one that glimmered like a bubble. "What-?" She touched that wall. Her fingers couldn't pass through. Shaking her head, she spun on a heel trying to return to the couch. Unfortunately she ran into another wall. "You're doing this," Hero muttered, facing Villain once again. She swallowed seeing his smile.

"So, you'll come with on your own. Otherwise I can push you along myself, and I think that would be rather humiliating, don't you?"

"This doesn't prove anything. You can push me, but you can't command me."

"Isn't it the same?" Villain sighed seeing Hero's fiery stubbornness. "Fine then. Let's have a little charade." He stood from Hero's chair, face forming into something...something Hero didn't quite understand. "I forgot to grab something to drink before I came here. Do you have something for me to drink, Hero?"

Her lips moved. "Yes, of course, Villain. Let me show you to the kitchen." Her hand flew to her mouth afterward. She hadn't said that. She hadn't said that. Hero's eyes found Villain's.

"Lead the way," he said.

Hero's feet moved on their own, leading the two to her kitchen despite how she tried to resist. She couldn't even feel herself pulling back. There was no resistance except for in her thoughts. She began unwillingly talking again. "There's some water bottles in the bottom right drawer. Fruit punch juice boxes on the left- though my younger cousin will be disappointed when she finds not only me missing, but her juice as well." 'When she finds not only me missing.' So this was how Villain would take her, by commanding her just like she said he couldn't.

What was almost worse was that what Villain made her say was exactly right. Water bottles, bottom right drawer. Fruit punch juice boxes in the left drawer. One of three things could have happened. One, Villain had that stalker, body-switching guy, go through her home while she was gone. Two, Villain himself went through her house while Hero was absent, or when he somehow snuck into her house while simultaneously messing with her phone today. Three, he had access to her mind. The last one would have sounded ridiculous if it weren't for the way Villain was controlling her now.

"You're realizing you have no choice now, aren't you?"

Hero nodded her head. She couldn't tell whether it was her doing it or if Villain was still possessing her. Either way, he was right.

"Why?" she asked. Villain tilted his head. Hero believed he could have gotten his answer if he wanted. Still, she continued, "Why are you doing this? Taking me? Is it not enough that you've taken my friends?"

Her body turned to the exit. She began walking through, walking to the front door of her apartment. They were really leaving. She was going to get sick.

"I'm tired of you fighting is all. It will be much easier to accomplish my goals if I don't have to worry about turning you away every time."

"Then kill me." She swallowed after she said it. Hero didn't really want him to kill her, but she also didn't want to be taken. Villain said Friend 2 was okay, not starving, but would certainly be happier if she was given more. Hero had a feeling she wouldn't be given the same treatment. Villain might actually starve her because of her putting a kink in all of his plans, for not surrendering when she was given multiple chances to.

"Am I really so awful to be around?" Villain asked behind her as she led the way to the elevators. "I should think my style makes up for any unpleasantness. This jacket was bought yesterday. I'm rather dashing in it, aren't I?"

Just as unwillingly as before, Hero said, "Yes, very."

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Requests are accepted!

[shawnpetermuffins]

I Miss You

A/n: I hope this is good because I put this off for so long wanting to do it justice. And this is based very loosely off I Miss you.

Summary: you two broke up recently, and it's not sitting well with Shawn, even though he's the reason you broke up.

Requested by @it-isnt-in-myy-blood: Hi, I recently listened to the song 'I Miss you' (Clean Bandit, Julia Michaels). Maybe you could write a fic based on the song, angsty but with a fluff ending? Thank you... ❤️

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It may have only been a week, but I'm missing it here! 😭

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I shut my phone off and toss it to the end of the bed. I should have been with her on that trip, but tour got in the way. I got in the way. It's crazy to think that if you asked me three weeks ago, I would have said that my girlfriend and I could overcome any obstacle thrown at us. But ask me again a week later, and I would tell you I was wrong. That being away from her for months at a time was too much for me and I broke it off because I thought it would be what was best for both of us in the end.

Now ask me if I still believe that.

I don't.

I haven't told anyone about us yet. I mean, everyone probably suspects because there haven't been Amy preshow FaceTime calls for good luck, and I'm not texting like a madman during dinner or when we're on our way to the venues. And I know she hasn't said anything to anyone either. How? Because for one, she hasn't blocked me on any social media - I know, I've checked at least ten times just within the last two hours. And two, she hasn't deleted the three pictures of us that she has on her Instagram. They're still there for everyone to see, me included.

Now my fingers are hovering over the keyboard and I'm staring at her name on my phone which is still My Love 😍, and I'll probably never change it. Because she is my love, and to strip her of that title because I'm an idiot just isn't fair.

Hey... I miss you

I type and backspace and type and backspace at least ten times. Because I want to text her. I want so badly to text her, but what if she doesn't want to hear from me? I wouldn't blame her if she didn't want to. I was the worst. Breaking up with her over the phone, no less because I was hurting being away from her. Never once did it occur to me that, yeah, she was hurting too. Or maybe she's with someone else. Maybe she's found somebody new. I want her happy, sure. But I selfishly still want to be the one that makes her happy.

Y/n I miss you.

I delete it one last time and open my photo gallery. I have an album saved for photos of us. Photos that I never got to post because she wanted to keep us as private as possible without being a secret. Which is why both of us only have 3 photos of each other on our Instagram. One for our six months, a year, and a year and a half. Two more months and we would have had a fourth picture.

I'm swiping through the photos landing on one I took of her when we were flying back to Canada after our first trip together. We're on a private jet because this was before we went public with our relationship. Andrew made sure that we weren't seen together in the airport or anything. She's sitting in the seat across the aisle from me, legs up to her chest, earphones in, head resting on her knees as she smiles brightly at me. There's another one of us curled up together on this tiny chair in a green room in the UK that Andrew sent me. She's literally curled into a ball on my lap, sleeping peacefully and my legs are spread in front of me, arms wrapped tightly around her body, head resting against the back of the seat.

The next one Brian took. We were at my place for a very impromptu new years party. It was just gonna be me and y/n, but she insisted we invite the guys over. And we did. It was one of the best nights of my life. We're watching the ball drop, with her in my lap, arm around my shoulder. I have one arm behind her back, the other on her thigh. I think Brian knew something was going to happen because at ten seconds to midnight he pulled his phone out and captured out first new years kiss. She's holding my face and I'm practically leaning her back against the couch. It looks like I'm seconds away from crawling on top of her, and it be honest, I probably was. She's just too perfect for me to resist.

Then there's one that Josiah took of us just a few months ago at the studio house. I had y/n on the kitchen counter, she was in these jean shorts that I loved her in and a button up that she'd stolen from my suitcase. Not that I was complaining. It looked far better on her than it did on me. I stood between her legs, my hands on her sides, slipping under the shirt a little bit, leaning her hips exposed. Not that either of u cared with her fingers threaded in my hair as casually as they were. My face is blocked by her figure, but there isn't a doubt in my mind that I was smiling entirely too wide standing between her legs.

The video that follows knocks the breath out of me. She giggling like crazy, but the camera isn't on her, it's on me. On my back, more specifically. She laughs even more when I wince at the feel of her fingers on my red, raw skin that is now home of her fingernail scratches.

"Baby? What happened to your back?" She asked, amused.

"Don't know," I said, turning to face her, my cheeks still holding a slight blush. "But I think the real question is, what happened to your neck, missy?" I pluck the phone from her hands and turn the camera to her where she's trying to cover her face. I manage, however, to take her hands in my free one and the camera focuses on the flourishing bruises that litter her beautiful neck, my favorite place to rest my head.

I close my eyes, the memory of that night filling my mind. Watching her come down from her high, my face still buried between her legs. The weight and cold touch of her hands as she pulled me up to her, into her, because she needed me closer. I can hear myself murmuring the words 'I love you' all over her skin, still remember the way her back arched when I hit the right spot again and again and her finger ran down my back over and over, once more and she probably would have drawn blood. And I may not be home, but I can smell her on the sheets, that constant aroma of warm vanilla penetrating my nostrils. God, do I miss her.

I'm only making it worse for myself by doing this, I know that. But I should feel bad. I lost the greatest thing in my life and I didn't need to. So I got back to our messages, but instead of going to type a new one, I scroll through, reading through our old texts. There's countless paragraphs of us professing our love for each other. Lots of random pictures sent, most from my side. There's conversations about getting a home together, and a dog. And her telling me how much she loves my family and me telling her how much they love her, how much they ask about her. It's all hitting me too hard right now.

And it doesn't help that im literally sobbing at 2 in the morning, in Paris. The city of love. The place she told me was her favorite trip to ever take with me. Where we stood atop the eiffle tower and I gave her a promise ring, a ring that said I would love her and keep her forever. A promise ring that was now probably in the ocean in Cabo because I tore us apart so easily.

I sit up suddenly, struggling to catch my breath. It takes a few minutes, but I'm able to pull myself out of this empty bed that would only be comfortable with y/n laying next to me. I'm scrambling through the room, picking up the pair of jeans I threw off my body earlier and slipping back into them. I find a torn work out shirt in the bottom of my back and push my head and arms through before throwing my youth hoodie over my already overheated upper body. My passport is sitting in my guitar case, and I grab both things without a second thought. My suitcase trailing behind me.

It's difficult booking a flight and carrying a suitcase and guitar all at once, but I get along just well enough and adjust myself in the lobby while I wait for a taxi. I don't text Andrew until I've made it to the airport and am in my seat on the plane, ready for take off.

Emergency... had to fly home. Promise to make it back in time for the Paris show.

And I turn my phone off before he can text or call me back. Because there isn't a damn thing that he could say that would keep me there in a city that's meant for lovers, when my lover is across the world instead of laying in my arms the way she should be.

I know I shouldn't be doing this. I know there is someone out there who is better for her. Someone who isn't constantly on the move. Someone who can come home to her every night and help her make dinner. Someone who can cuddle her until she falls asleep when she's having a particularly bad day. I know there's someone who can do those things.

But I also know that he won't love her the way I do. He won't know all the little things that I do. Like how she only uses a blue toothbrush. Always has. And he won't notice the tiny scar that she has on her right middle finger from when we tried to make dinner together one night and she cut herself. He probably won't know that she wakes up at 3:34 every single night, because she hasn't been able to sleep fully and soundly through the night since she was four years old. And he'll mess up the way she likes her tea, using tea bags instead of leaves. (She like the herbal taste that you get when you use the leaves. And she likes when you do two scoops of them, and two scoops of sugar, but just cane sugar, the rock sugar makes it too earthy. And of course, she drinks it on ice because she hates burning her tongue with hot drinks.)

I'm thinking way too much as I get off the plane, reluctantly turning my phone back on only to see texts from just about everyone I know. They're all asking where I am, but I ignore them, because what I'm about to do is far more important than anything they threaten me with. I have to make things right.

Standing in front of this door that I've stood in front of hundreds of times should make me feel at ease. Remembering all the times I had her pressed against the other side of the door because I just couldn't wait to have her all to myself. But if anything, it's making me more nervous. So nervous that my hands are shaking, palms sweating, my breathing is jagged and I know if I don't knock right now I might never get the chance again and I can't lose her for real this time. So without giving myself the chance to rethink, I knock on the door three times and I wait, handing in the pocket of my hoodie.

I wait a solid thirty seconds, which feel like an eternity, before the door finally opens and I see my beautiful girl. Her face is bare, hair only halfway straightened, and she's in those shorts I love and my old Led Zepplin t-shirt.

"Shawn," my name still sounds like heaven spilling from her lips. "What are you doing here?" She crosses and then uncrosses her arms, shifting her weight from one leg to the other before standing completely straight.

I didn't even realize I was crying until I sniffled and heard my voice crack with just three words, "I miss you."

"Shawn," she shook her head.

"I tried not to," I insisted, still standing like a fool on her door step. "I swear I did. But I couldn't stop. I looked through all our pictures and texts, and I couldn't stop myself from missing you. And I know I have no right to because I broke things off. But I was in Paris and I was miserable because Paris was your favorite place, and that was where I promised to love you forever, and I'm still keeping that promise. I was an idiot," I continue to ramble. "If there's a better word for that, then I'm that too, because I thought it would be easier if I broke things off. This tour was going to be so long and to go that long without each other, I was scared that it wouldn't be enough for you. But it's not what I wanted, y/n. It's not, and I just-"

"Shawn, stop."

I shut my mouth instantly, ready for her to tell me to leave. But what she does instead throws me completely off guard. She pulls me into the apartment and wraps her arms around my neck, burying her head deep in my chest.

"I miss you, too." She mumbles and I exhale slowly, only to inhale that scent that I love so much. The scent that is naturally her. She starts to pull away, and even though I don't want her to, I let her but she only leans back enough to take my face in her hands and before I even have time to blink, her soft lips are on mine and I'm whole again.

She's mine again and I'm never letting her go.

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coming out of my cage and I've been doing just fine

hello! i hope you enjoy this :) (i’m on twitter as @tanuma_ebooks)

(Note: for @peach-powah )

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Corrin sets one last box on the ground, wiping sweat out of her eyes.

“Hey, Camilla!” she calls down the hallway. “Don’t bother looking, there aren’t any more boxes!”

“That fast? Well, if you say so, dear.”

Camilla strides back into the room and leans on the open door, gazing almost fondly at the disheveled room. “Finally going off to college? You’ve grown up so fast; it feels like you were just a toddler yesterday.”

“Camilla, please.”

A light blush makes its way onto Corrin’s face as she halfheartedly throws a loose pillow at her sister. “I really don’t need the entire hall knowing what I was like as a baby.”

Camilla’s eyebrow climbs the slightest bit up her face.

“Have you really not noticed the crowd of girls behind you trying to talk to you?”

A muffled shriek accompanies Corrin’s statement; Camilla only raises a finger to her lips and winks.

“Well,” she announces louder than necessary, “I’ll be going now! Wouldn’t want to intimidate your roommate, hm? Stay safe, call if you need anything, and I’ll bring Elise over for a visit soon.”

And with that, Camilla blows a kiss and walks back out.

Corrin stifles a laugh at the ensuing chaos - one girl yelling “w-wait!” turns into two, then five, then oh gods above, was that really all the girls that lived on her floor?

A quiet knock on the door stops Corrin from doing anything drastic. She turns around, mouth half open and phone raised, and just blinks.

Standing in the doorway was the most beautiful woman that Corrin had ever seen - and, if she were to be honest, the most beautiful woman she would ever see. Long, flowing blue hair; a striking face; a plain white dress that would look boring on anyone else but manages to look stunning on this particular figure…

“You’re. Azura? Roommate?” Corrin squeaks out, cursing the way her voice cracks at the end. “I’m Corrin. Sorry about the mess, I just got here a few minutes ago…uh, take whichever side of the room you want, make yourself at home, and. Um. Yeah.”

Azura’s lips part in a surprised smile, and that alone (along with the wordless thanks glimmering in her eyes) makes Corrin’s heart skip a beat. She watches Azura carry her luggage into the room and shuffle through her belongings, only daring to breathe when the other girl’s head is buried deep in a box.

“Don’t you dare,” she whispers to herself. “Don’t you dare fall in love.”

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“Camilla!” Corrin wails over the phone one day. “I think I’ve fallen in love!”

“Well, you don’t need to sound so distressed about it, dear.” Camilla’s tinkling laughter does absolutely nothing to calm Corrin’s nerves. “It was bound to happen one way or another…although do tell, who is it?”

“My roommate, that’s who! She’s the prettiest girl - no, human I have ever seen, and I LIVE with her! And, okay, so she’s barely said a word to me this whole time, but she leaves me small notes and smiles so much and she’s so considerate, and - ugh!”

Corrin throws a pillow at the door to punctuate her statement. “I don’t know what to do, Camilla! Aren’t you good with these sorts of things?”

“I suppose so, yes. Where’s this roommate of yours right now? She’s not in?”

“Um.”

Corrin scoots over to the edge of her bed, chancing a peek out of the window. “Nah. She’s down at the beach right now. Which - okay, another thing. Azura’s almost always at the beach. Whenever she has any free time at all, she makes her way down there and…I don’t even know. Stands there? And I can’t even ask her what she does because she doesn’t even talk to me.”

Camilla huffs. “Well, you can’t very well do anything if your crush won’t talk to you. Try to figure out if she even wants to be friends with you first, maybe? And then we can go from there.”

“Yeah. Yeah, that makes sense. Thanks, I really don’t know how I’d manage without you.”

“Oh, please. It’s just common sense; I’m sure you would have figured it out eventually.”

“Don’t overestimate me. I’ve been told that I’m denser than leo sometimes.”

The door squeaks open and Azura pokes her head in, eyes widening in an unsaid question.

“Sister,” Corrin mouths, pointing at her phone. “Uh, hey I think I have to go, so. Talk to you later?”

“Azura just walked in, didn’t she.”

Refusing to answer, Corrin instead focuses all of her energy onto trying to fight back the blush threatening to appear.

“Oh, go on, do whatever your little heart desires. Just remember, don’t be afraid to talk to her. And if you ever need anything, I’m here for you. And Leo, even if he won’t admit it. Okay?”

“Got it, thank - “

The dial tone sounds before Corrin even has the chance to properly say goodbye.

Once again, Corrin has to restrain herself from doing something drastic, burying her head in her pillow to muffle her small scream. Only a timid knock on her bedframe reminds her that Azura is even still there. Which in turn reminds Corrin of the conversation that she had just had and her hand darts out to grab Azura’s arm before she even has a chance to think about it.

“Azura, wait, I. Need to talk to you about something really quickly.”

…Then Corrin actually gets a look at Azura’s face, and immediately feels awful.

“Oh, no, please don’t worry. It’s nothing bad, I promise, I just - “

(Corrin knows what’s going to happen, can already see herself scaring Azura off, but feels powerless to stop the words from pouring out of her mouth.)

“ - why do you never talk to me? I get that it’s nothing personal, but, like. I know that you can talk, so if it’s something that I’m doing or something that I’ve done tell me so that I can change! I mean, we’re going to be living together for the next year, maybe more, and as dumb as it sounds I really do want to get to know you better, and I - !”

She freezes, mouth quite literally hanging open, when she hears someone who was most definitely not herself…giggling.

“I’m sorry,” the mysterious voice continues. “Was I bothering you that much?”

“Oh. My. Oh gods, is that…?” Corrin lifts up her head, pointing at Azura in disbelief. “You? You’re talking?”

“My apologies, was that too sudden?”

The expression on Azura’s face immediately changes, going from amused to an almost motherlike worry. “Are you feeling affected in any way? Um…dizziness, sudden fixation, anything…?”

Corrin blinks. Frowns. Looks down at herself.

“No? I’m feeling perfectly like myself. Why, am I supposed to feel different?”

“No.” Azura shakes her head vehemently. “Absolutely not.”

“Well, uh. Care to explain?”

Azura flushes bright red, then proceeds to mumble something that sounds like “I’m a siren, actually.”

Corrin stays quiet for what seems like an eternity.

Azura fiddles with the sleeves of her dress.

“So, what you’re telling me,” Corrin says slowly, “is that magical creatures exist? And you’re one of them? But…how - why are you here, then?”

“The rest of my family was actually…killed by fishermen, to put it nicely. I was found stranded on the beach by a family that was kind enough to take me in. Sirens do have slight magical powers, so I’m able to take on a human form whenever I need to, so that’s how I’ve been living for the past ten years or so. I can’t be away from water for too long, though, so that explains why I’m down at the beach so frequently.

“Oh.”

Corrin can only blink. “Oh, okay, infomation overload. But is that why you were so afraid to talk to me? You didn’t want to accidentally enchant me, or something?”

“Ha, yeah. In hindsight, it’s dumb, because it only works when I sing, but I suppose one can never be too careful, right?”

“Well, that was dumb.

Azura raises an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“Not you, don’t worry, just this whole thing. I mean, if I’d asked you sooner, we  could have worked something out, and - mmph!”

Burying her face back into her pillow, Corrin lets out a muffled groan. “Sorry, sorry, go shower or do whatever you were going to do. I’ll, uh, talk to you later? I hope.”

Azura smiles and reaches for her discarded pile of dry clothes.

“And your voice is really pretty, by the way!” Corrin yells, taking pleasure in the small blush that crosses Azura’s face right before the bathroom door closes.

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“You have it bad,” Laslow states in the most serious voice he can manage. “You have it really bad.”

“I don’t need you to tell me, Mister Womanizer,” Corrin shoots back, pointedly ignoring the Very Interested Looks that Camilla and Peri were sending her. “Besides, what are you and Peri doing here? Xander never said anything about having visitors over.”

“We’re just picking up paperwork.” Laslow waves his hand and tips his chair farther back, grinning like a madman. “But don’t change the subject. When can I meet this Azura and when are you going to ask her out?”

“Laslow! I can’t just do that! I mean, you can, but she’s my roommate and I am not going to ruin a perfectly good friendship. Or housemateship. Whatever it is we have right now.”

“I know that look! That is the look of fear. Trust me, I’ve seen it on myself plenty of times to recognize it. You’re just too afraid of what could happen to see what would happen! Anyways, if Azura has any sense at all, she’ll like you too.”

“Speaking of your housemate,” Xander interjects, walking into the living room with papers and interrupting Corrin’s jumbled train of thought, “shouldn’t you text her that you won’t be getting back today? You did mention once that she was the type to worry.”

“Thanks, big brother. I completely forgot about that.”

Corrin reaches for her phone and sends out a few rapid-fire texts.

Corrin: hey

Corrin: remember when I said I was going to visit my family

Corrin: I don’t think I’ll make it back tonight, you good on your own?

Not even a minute later, Corrin’s phone pings.

Azura: don’t worry about me. you have fun, okay?

Laslow catches sight of Corrin’s sudden smile, and manages to yell out one last “you’ve got it bad!” before Peri drags him out of the house.

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“Azura? I’m back!”

Corrin lets the door slam shut behind her, focusing instead on not upsetting the heaping pan of casserole in her arms. “It’s only, what, eight am? But the traffic is insane, I’m guessing there’s some sort of festival going on today that I don’t know about. Oh! And I brought…food…”

She trails off, abruptly forgetting whatever she was about to say. Because 1) Azura was not present, 2) Azura was probably in the shower, judging by the sound of running water, and 3) Azura was singing.

Corrin had, in fact, remembered reading about how enchanting sirens could be; after finding out that many sailors had died after being exposed, she had raised an eyebrow and shuddered, imagining how worried Azura must have been trying to hide from her. But actually hearing the singing in real life couldn’t hold a candle to any written description, no matter how long and detailed.

The music flows over Corrin like her favorite blanket. She can practically smell home, and if she closes her eyes, she -

It stops abruptly, and Corrin reluctantly opens her eyes to see Azura standing on the other side of the room with a towel over her head.

Without thinking (she had been doing that a lot lately), Corrin crosses the distance between them with a few quick strides, holds Azura’s face gently, and just kisses her.

It lasts for all of ten seconds before Azura comes to her senses and jerks away. Corrin can almost see the walls coming back up in Azura’s eyes and just grips her shoulders tighter.

“Azura, no. This isn’t some…dream-induced reality caused by your singing. I wasn’t forced or anything, I just - I genuinely do like you, alright? And I completely understand if you don’t feel the same - in that case, we can just forget this ever happened - but you’re just. So beautiful and so kind and so much more than just a voice and I hope that you reali - “

Azura’s lips meet Corrin’s once more, effectively shutting her up.

“Did you mean all that?” Azura whispers. “I’m sorry…it’s been so long since…well, family is great and all but…”

“I meant every word. Please, Azura, it kills me when you don’t see how loved you are, by me or your friend or your family. Not talking to protect us is great, sure, but we don’t want to be protected. We’re find with you the way you are, and… if it means getting spellstruck every once in a while, it’s worth it.”

Azura buries her head into Corrin’s neck and holds onto her as tight as she can. “Can we…stay like this a little while longer?”

Corrin’s arms come up to rub Azura’s back, and she presses a kiss onto the top of Azura’s head.

“Of course. For as long as you want.”