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astonmartinii · 1 year ago

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big time rush | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x albon!reader so how is alex albon and sorority rush connected? how is lando involved? and will the grid ever understand the greek system? [so, it's rush season, also known as my favourite time to be judgemental on social media (after the met gala of course), but like i have been bombarded with so much rush content and made a couple friends in the summer who go to alabama that my english ass needed to write something about it]

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yourusername: it's the most wonderful time of the year !!! first year as president of theta 🩷

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user1: i get whiplash every time she posts back in america

user2: like??? how is that alex albon's sister

yourusername: we have the same mum and dad, hope this helps 👍

user3: okay yeah her and alex are the same people

alexalbon: posting this like you didn't BALL UR EYES OUT AT THE AIRPORT AGAIN

yourusername: i didn't cry because i was gonna miss ur ugly ass, i miss horsey and otto :(

albon_pets: we miss you too 🐈

user4: i personally love watching y/n's two personalities usa v uk she's like my batman

lilymunhe: don't have too much fun babe, remember to study too

yourusername: have some faith in me PLEASE

lilymunhe: i sat with you for a whole week individually rhinestoning shirts for work week i think i understand your priorities

yourusername: work week is very important lily and at least i know we'll all slay the diamonds are a girls best friend theme !!!!!

alexalbon: i'm still finding gems in all of my shoes and bags so they better

user5: i don't really understand sororities but you can bet i CHECK IN when it's y/n

user6: the way her brother is a whole ass f1 driver but she's more famous to me being the fucking PRESIDENT of theta at ALABAMA the girlies just don't get how big a deal that is

georgerussel63: any way we can get this rhinestone treatment for some merc merch

yourusername: if you wanted rhinestone merch you shouldn't have jumped ship from williams but thanks for the seat xoxo

georgerussell63: crikey can't a guy ask for sequins without being attacked these days

yourusername: all jokes georgie, but if you want rhinestones you'll have to rep theta

alexalbon

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alexalbon: enjoy your semester president, you're lucky i didn't get any photos of you ugly crying with horsey before you left. always love summer with you, even if you kept ditching us for your super secret boyfriend you thought we didn't know about ;)

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user7: the albons are so insane i love them

lilymunhe: you said we weren't gonna tell her to see how far she goes to cover it up !!!

alexalbon: this is so much more fun though i heard her scream from the other side of departures

yourusername: so i could've just used the front door rather than doing parkour out my window?

alexalbon: you going to fess up to who it is yet?

yourusername: no i don't think i will

lilymunhe: not even to me :(

yourusername: clearly you can't be trusted

lilymunhe: no babe it's not like that i swear

yourusername: i can't hear you i have a 12 hour flight

user8: the state of this comment section

user9: wait so y/n has a bf? i think i just heard the entirety of greek row fall to their knees

user10: like they had a chance babe

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landonorris: i've seen you cry your eyes out on face time to your cat

alexalbon: his name is horsey and it was a very emotional day

yourusername: you also face timed me crying with the pets that you missed me

alexalbon: stop ganging up on me this is my post and LANDO THIS IS FAMILY BUSINESS

landonorris: hmmmmm 🤨

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f1wagsupdates: lando norris has flown into america a week early for the austin grand prix. lando flew into alabama and was reportedly picked up by a girl. is he off the market?

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user15: i’m sorry my little heart can��t take y/n and lando getting into relationships this year

user16: call me crazy but maybe lando and y/n are together?

user17: how did you come to this conclusion?

user16: so like when alex revealed he knew about y/n’s bf lando was weirdly all up in that comment section and now he's early to austin but flew into alabama where y/n goes to college and a brunette girl picked him up (also a healthy dose of delusion)

user18: no but why does this make sense though

user19: i once again implore you guys to understand that men and women can be friends, not all women in a 5 miles radius of a man is in love with him

user20: i would love for this to be y/n simply for the alex meltdown that'll follow

user21: he already said he's not overprotective just annoyed that he couldn't figure out who it is, so if it's one of his best friends i think he'll lose his mind

user22: imagine being a pledge and walking into the house to see LANDO NORRIS?

user23: trying to imagine lando of all people in sweet home alabama is killing me someone save my guy

yourusername

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yourusername: first week of classes and i'm missing my cats

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user24: A MAN? i knew she had a man but that's. A MAN

albon_pets: we miss you too big sis, can't wait for thanksgiving

yourusername: have a nandos on me tonight babes xx

albon_pets: this is why you're our favourite sibling

alexalbon: i'm right here guys

user25: we've lost her to the soft launch

user26: literally like show me his face so i can stalk him

alexalbon: agreed

lilymunhe: pretty girl, we miss youuuuuu !! can't wait to see you in austin

yourusername: literally counting down the days

lilymunhe: will the mystery man be there?

yourusername: he may ...

alexalbon: i hope he's ready for the interrogation

landonorris: alex mate you're about as intimidating as a tumbleweed

alexalbon: you're in albon business an awful lot lately norris 🤨

user27: the alex meltdown is starting

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landonorris: two dummies, one car, and an attempt to get into the cota paddock

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user28: OMFG

yourusername: i can only drive stick, this is known. and so many fans, i didn't want to run anyone over

user29: it was a close call but you did nearly hit me, i appreciate the swerve

yourusername: MY BAD OMG as you can all tell, alex got all of the good driving genes in the family

landonorris: don't worry babe, i won't make you drive again

yourusername: thank you baby, i was born to be a passenger princess

alexalbon: BABE? BABY? PASSENGER PRINCESS? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?

yourusername: surprise?

alexalbon: you were doing parkour to see LANDO?

landonorris: i don't appreciate your tone alex i am a catch

yourusername: you are a catch

alexalbon: can a man not have a breakdown in peace anymore without you people flirting underneath it

lilymunhe: you guys are kinda cute, i'm seeing the vision

alexalbon: am i joke to you?

yourusername: alex please be happy for me, i'm so so happy with lando, he's the best for me

landonorris: i promise i love y/n, i won't hurt her

alexalbon: i know, but give me three business days to process and NO MCLAREN MERCH

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yourusername: lando on the podium and alex in the points, you know what that means? took my best boys to their first frat party (they didn't fare well)

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user32: the grid at a frat party is something i thought i'd never see

user33: waiting for old men to say that americans are ruining the sport

landonorris: why were people on the roof? why was i on the roof?

yourusername: lets not announce that baby, i don't want zak brown to sue me

landonorris: i'm never drinking again... you do this every weekend?

yourusername: you are literally an f1 driver, you have much harder weekends

landonorris: well at least after this i got cuddles

lilymunhe: based on how late you were to brunch, i guess it was a lot of cuddles

landonorris: i am clingy, let me live

yourusername: i like clingy lando don't worry baby

alexalbon: you need to drop out immediatelt that was terrifying

yourusername: LOL

alexalbon: why were they all so loud and why did they all insist on drinking upside down? this place is so unserious

yourusername: just say you miss me alex

alexalbon: fine, i miss you (also now we know about you and lando, he did nothing but complain about missing you the whole flight home)

user34: alex already sick of lando's shit they crack me up

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landonorris: cosplayed as a theta sister for the week with the love of my life

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user35: this is the cross over i could never see coming but am not angry about

user36: so does someone on the grid finally get the greek system?

landonorris: no ❤️

yourusername: the prettiest sister ever (anyone from the house ready this, he doesn't count don't worry)

landonorris: i am the prettiest sister regardless sorry not sorry

yourusername: they just warmed up to you :(

landonorris: they warmed up to me the minute i doordashed chipotle for the whole house

yourusername: true

landonorris: also miss president, why is that a full time job? i really don't get greek life

user37: the image of a whole house of sorority sisters and then just lando is so funny to me

user38: he's the president's bf so i doubt anyone had a real problem

yourusername: he's also unbelievable levels of girlypop

landonorris: it's my greatest asset

yourusername: i can think of another one ;)

alexalbon: HAVE SOME SHAME PEOPLE

yourusername: HIS PERSONALITY

landonorris: and something else ;)

alexalbon: STOP PLEASE OR I'LL REVOKE MY APPROVAL

user38: i need a relationship like this stat

user39: omg when y/n graduates i can't wait for her to be back with alex and lando full time ... the chaos will be crazy

note: please enjoy this little one!! gonna start going through any requests now xx

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #lando norris insta au #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris

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scorpioriesling · 9 months ago

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Dream Come True

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Pairing(s): Lucien x reader

Warnings: light swearing

Summary: When Elain rejects the mating bond, the High Lord of Autumn spares no sympathy for his youngest son (well… you know. Anyways.) Hosting a ball with all the most eligible maidens in the court, you are of course eligible and happy to attend, wishing from afar for so many years — but, you decide to take a different approach to hopefully win his heart.

SR’s Note: *sigh* this is my current favorite art for my favorite fox boy… did I stare at it for way too long? Maybe. Anyways, here’s the fic. Enjoy! xoxo

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Honestly, you couldn't understand what the fuck was wrong with the Archeron girl.

First of all, she was blessed enough to look the way she did -- not that you wanted to look just like her, you would thank the Mother every day and night for blessing you with such lovely parents of your own who'd only pass on their best genes to you. But, she didn't have to try so damn hard to catch the eye of every male in Prythian, just with the swoosh of her skirt or the toss of her hair over her shoulder.

It sure caught the eye of the youngest Vanserra.

Her mate.

Don't even begin with her newfound Cauldron-blessed gift, either. It seemed like everywhere she went, all that was talked about was, "Ooh! Elain, the seer" or "have you been seeing anything new?" blah blah blah, I mean really -- how much longer will we hyperfixate on this? On her? Long gone was talk of her younger sister, the one who literally saved the land from Hybern's hand. You wondered if she ever grew as tired of her sister's attention as you did, not that you knew the Cursebreaker personally.

However, none of it mattered the 28th night of September. You'd been working that evening in the Autumn Palace, completing the tasks assigned as the Lady of Autumn's first assistant when you heard probably the best rumors to ever grace your ears. Beron had been passing you in the hall with his oldest son Eris, and you spared both of them a nod as they passed. Eris returned the small smile, having known you for years, but you didn't expect much from his father, knowing how cruel he was even with his own wife. You also didn't expect to hear the conversation they were having, but you slowed your pace as they continued in the opposite direction down the corridor from you.

"The girl said she wanted the bond broken," Beron muttered in a menacing tone. Eris sighed, and your breath hitched.

"What do you think Lucien-" Eris started.

"I'm not asking Lucien what he thinks. We won't deal with some ignorant wench who doesn't know what she wants. I'm not surprised she doesn't want to deal with him, but I won't deal with the scandal of him going unmated..." Beron's cruel tone fades as the pair rounds the corner of the corridor, and you brace yourself on one of the credenzas along the wall for a moment. Elain wants to break the bond? There's no way. You look up, eyes catching on your reflection in the dimly lit mirror hung on the wall. Was she really so unhappy that she would ask to break something so sacred, with someone as special as Lucien?

You took a steadying breath, forcing your feet to keep carrying you and your completed task sheet to the Lady of Autumn's office. You could barely focus; what was Lucien going to do? How was he feeling? You remembered all of the times you'd stolen glances at him, all the memories of hearing his warm but rare laugher through these very halls with his brothers over the years. He wasn't around as much anymore, but that didn't stop the desire that still warmed your heart at the thought of him.

"Thank you for your assistance, Y/N," the Lady of Autumn's voice was a warm caress as you laid down the task sheet upon her desk. "You're free to go for the evening."

With a nod you made for the door, but instead of heading for the front of the palace, you made way for the back stairwell, one that led to the private bedrooms. You knew your way around this place as you'd worked here for years, becoming rather close with the family and the boys that lived here. You counted the doors: one, two, three on the right side, and gave the third door a soft knock. Within moments, it was unlatched and a familiar pair of mahogany eyes met yours.

"Oh... hello, Y/N," Eris steps back, allowing you into his room before his father caught on somehow that you were still here. You silently slipped inside, as you'd done so many times before and taken a seat on the edge of his mattress. He perched near the top by his pillows, and offerred a quizzical look. "What brings you-"

"I need to know. I need to know about Lucien." You cut in. Eris' face immediately softened in realization. You'd been in this position many a time, coming to Eris with your concerns about his brother and him confiding his own feelings in you. This is what drew the two of you so close and provided a friendship so precious you knew you had to keep secret, as Beron was unpredictable and could use it as a weapon in a time of his own need.

"Elain... she asked Helion today to break their bond. He told my father right after she'd requested it." His hand found yours, and you loosed a breath. Your heart constricted, only imagining what Lucien must be going through right now.

"And... and Lucien? Was he-" Eris only shakes his head. Your sadness turns to anger, and you yank your hand back. You rise from the bed, beginning to pace back and forth in his room as traitorous thoughts cloud your mind.

"So, he wasn't even there? He doesn't even know?" You say, voice rising in octave. Eris leans forward, pressing a forefinger to his lips and shushing you.

"Shhhh, he likely knows by now," he says soothingly. But it doesn't matter. You feel as though your rage is bubbling over like the milky substance of the Caldron.

"Yeah. You're right, he probably knows -- I'm sure it probably hurts pretty fuckin' bad when a cord inside of you just... just..." You're throwing your hands in the air, fists clenched and shaking. "...breaks right in half out of nowhere-" Eris is instantly on his feet, taking both of your wrists in his, eyes searching yours in all seriousness.

"Y/N." He says solemnly. "You have to calm down. Someone is going to hear you, okay?" He says calmly. Your breath is heavy, chest rising and falling rapidly as his hands still grip your wrists mid-air. He lets go, moving one hand to brush the stray hairs sticking to your face behind your ear, clinging to your forehead with the sweat you've worked up. "Just, take a deep breath, okay? I'm not too keen on it either, but this isn't my situation to have an opinion on, alright? We have to try and remember that."

You take his words into consideration, wiping your perspirating hands on your smock and breathing deeply. He takes a step back from you, allowing you your space and returning to sit on the bed. You follow, rubbing your hands over your face in defeat.

"My father doesn't want this to be a big thing," he continues, and you move your hands to look at him. He peers at the patch of bedsheets between the two of you, appearing to zone out as he continues. "He thinks if he finds someone else for Lucien quickly, the whole bond "thing" won't cause too much talk and Lu will be able to get over it faster or something." You roll your eyes, scoffing.

"That's the most rediculous thing I've ever heard." You say.

"I know." He replies. You shake your head, biting your bottom lip.

"What's he planning to do? Line someone up for Lucien to wed instead?" You ask. You really don't want to know the answer -- hearing he had a mate was already heart-wrenching enough, now hearing he would be betrothed to another would be even worse.

"He's planning to have a courting ceremony in two days, in the palace," he says. You perk up.

"Oh?"

"Mhm," he continues, eyes sliding to yours with a mischevious grin. "Now, don't get your hopes up, but he's only inviting the most eligible maidens and High Fae to attend, but anyone in attendance would technically have the right to Lucien's hand, if he accepts it. I've known a sly fox like you long enough that-"

"You know I'll find a way in." You finish. He chuckles.

"You also have to get him to say yes." You heart sinks a little. With Eris, its always been so easy -- the conversations, the getting along, the understanding. But, you started working here not too long before Lucien was on his way out the door. You could only pray you would be able to talk to him the same as his brother.

"Don't worry about it, Y/N. I'm sure when Lu sees how charming you can be, he'd be stupid not to take your hand." Eris flashes an award-winning smile, and you can't help but feel hopeful by his tone.

You only hope you can pull this off without a hitch.

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The deep violet dress you wore clung to every curve, the soft fabric scrunching in all the right places as it brushed the against your legs and drug along the leaf-littered ground behind you. You'd allowed your hair out of your usual braid for tonight, the long wavy tendrils sweeping down your exposed back, locks illuminated by the moonlight. You had to admit, you did appreciate the way you looked when you put in some effort -- you'd do it everyday, only for him.

"Y/N," Eris' soft whisper-shout echoes from the illuminated doorway as you round the corner of the palace, just where you'd arranged to meet. Turns out, sneaking into the ball was a lot easier than you'd thought; Beron was too busy in the throne room to pay any mind to where his oldest son was, which of course, was helping you enter through one of the unguarded back entrances.

"Wow," he breathes, pulling the heavy door closed and ushering you inside. "You're a vision." You blush, swatting his arm.

"Well, while I appreciate the compliment," you state. "Let's hope your brother reciprocates the sentiment."

Eris chuckles. "He would be a damned fool not to." You followed closely behind him as he led you down corridor after corridor, some unfamiliar at first as he peered around the corners before leading you down the halls. The sound of people talking rang out, and you heard the approaching throne room, recognising more of your surroundings. You placed a hand on Eris' arm, the fabric of his ornate jacket rough under your touch.

"You go in first," you say.

"Are you sure?" He asks, a tender look in your friend's eye.

You give him a knowing look. "Yes, your father would be suspicious if we walk in together." He nods, opening the doors a slit and slipping inside. You take a deep breath, wringing your hands and grounding yourself once more. You were finally going to have a chance, a chance to see him again tonight - and try your very best to not mess this all up.

Opening the door, you inch inside, hoping to not catch the eye of Beron or the Lady of Autumn -- youwere, after all, not "technically" invited to this thing after all. Luckily, you'd waited long enough that their attention had drifted back to the dancefloor and Eris had made it to their side by now, and only he was looking to you as you slid along the wall noiselessly blending in with the crowd.

Your gaze searched the scene, looking for a certain redhead. Of course, Eris stood out among the crowd of beautiful maidens, all adorning lovely full gowns and makeup much more extravagant than your own. Guess you didn't get the memo. Nonetheless, you see a few of Lucien's brothers making their rounds as well, girls shamelessly flirting with them too. However, the Vanserra you were seeking was nowhere to be found.

That is, until a few moments later when Beron rose and cleared his throat.

"Good evening to everyone," he began and the room quieted. You slunk deeper into the shadows, trying to remain hidden as he peered out into the crowd.

"Thank you all for attending this rather, special, evening," he chuckles. Eris rolls his eyes at his father's indecency. You can't help but do the same as a few girls near you giggle in excitement.

"I would like to present my son of the evening, the most eligible and willing bachelor, Lucien Vanserra," he says. Lucien stalks out from the entrance beyond the thrones, and many of the ladies in the room gasp and giggle. You can't help but widen your eyes at his presence. You had to admit, his beauty was incomparable.

"Allow the ball to commence!" Beron ends his stupid announcement with that, and Lucien's stoic expression has your gaze dropping, remembering how hard this must be from him. Women all around are fluttering about, some gossiping, some flanking his side immediately -- Gods, that must be so suffocating. Your gaze meets Eris', and he tosses you a wink, motioning with his hands in a way that indictates give him some time. You then watch him glance at the incessant ladies pouncing on Lucien, and see him grimace and shake his head. You giggle, and head for the table of treats along the wall. If you have to wait your time, that's fine -- you'd been playing the long game for this long anyways, what was a few more hours?

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Yes, you'd been crushing from afar for so long -- but now that you shared air, it was a lot harder to stay on a long leash.

Watching him share dance after dance with beautiful fae after beautiful fae was... well, hurtful. You knew what you wanted, well... what you damn near needed, but you also knew that you needed to wait for the right moment.

What did you have that these ladies didn't?

All night, you looked around, comparing -- they were gorgeous, all High Fae, all much more glamorous than you. But, did they know him? No. Did they have much of a personality, or were they just here in hopes of being married off to the High Lord's newly-available son?

You needed to take the different approach.

And, hiding out by the food tables would not get you noticed.

You knew by the look on Lucien's face that he was getting tired of dancing the same dance, over and over and over. Having the same conversations, over. And over. And over. Sooner or later, he'd need an escape, and you knew this place like the back of your hand.

So where would he go?

You slipped outside, to the vast expanse of the private balcony off the throne room and rested your arms on the marble railing. Eris didn't miss your exit, suggesting to his brother a breath of fresh air, which he was happy to oblige in. You would have to remember to thank him later.

"Uhh, miss? This is a private balcony-"

You turn, hair brushing over your shoulder with the movement. Your eyes meet his, and heat floods your cheeks at the realization that the moment has finally come. The moonlight illuminates every russet freckle on his skin, the color matching his iris as his eyes widen in his own realization.

"Y/N?" He whispers, taking a tentative step toward you. You crack a half smile. You shrug your shoulders.

"In the flesh."

He walks quickly over to you, gasping and wrapping his arms around your waist. He pulls you in so tight, and your arms wrap around his neck. He laughs against your neck, the sound as light and magnificent as the stars above. You inhale deep, his scent of amber and sunshine warming you to the core.

"I can't believe this, I... I haven't seen you in forever, I mean... how... wait, how are you here?" He chuckles again, releasing you. You wish he would hold you forever, but you pull back to look at him. He's still smiling down at you, a mere foot from you now, his hands still resting on the small of your waist.

"Well... you know I would never be invited to this sort of thing but... I've never exactly played by the rules." You wink at him, and he rolls his eyes, laughing heartly once more. He inhales fully and lets it go, gazing once more at you.

"Ohhhh, Y/N, it sure is good to see you again. And no, you never have played by any kind of rules," he shakes his head, and you register your hands still softly bracing his biceps. You grin up at him, and he seems to realize the intimacy at the same time you do. He releases you in that moment, moving to the balcony and loosing a breath, looking out at the Autumn Court beyond. You move to stand next to him, feeling his body heat even from a few feet away.

"Can you believe my dad would do such a rediculous thing like this?" He asks after a few beats of silence. You chew your lip, sneaking a glance at him. His jaw is tight as he continues to look straight ahead.

"Honestly... yeah. He is... he is somethin'." You say. Lucien turns, facing you once more.

"Has he gotten worse since I left?" He asks. You think for a moment, and his eyes search yours.

"I mean... I don't know. I talk more with your mom. He's still, well, cruel, not with me in particular, but with just everyone, I guess." He swears under his breath.

"I should have never left." He says. You place a hand over his and he glances down at it, then back out at the court, swallowing thickly. "None of this would have ever happened. I would have never met Elain. It never would have gotten worse here. I would have never-"

"Hey hey hey, don't say that," you say. He gazes at you again. You smile kindly at him. "We're all okay here -- the only thing that got worse was how much we all missed you." You trace a vein atop his hand and he breathes in deep, eyes fluttering down, then back up to yours, growing darker. "Well... how much I missed you, anyways."

He smiles softly. "Is that so?" He says quietly, and you nod.

"And... Elain is... so... so blind for not seeing the amazing man she's missing out on..." you lift your gaze to meet his eyes, and he slides his empty hand to your hip, pulling you close. He pulls you so close that you're sharing a breath as he practically whispers the next words into your mouth.

"Honestly... I might be glad she broke the bond. She is nothing compared to what I've been missing out on."

His lips press to yours, and you can only feel a rush of golden fireworks inside as his fingers brush through your hair, moving to cup your jaw and stroke your cheek. His lips move, kissing you sesually as your hands hold onto his shoulders, finally reveling in the moment you'd only dreamed would come true.

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nurse-floyd · 6 months ago

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Grounded

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader

Anon Request: “hey there, i felt rly represented by your autistic!reader x daniel and was wondering if i’d be able to request something myself, if you’d be up for it? i get really overwhelmed easily, i get upset super easily too, it’s honestly embarrassing. i feel like daniel would be good at reassurance, and would cuddle to help out and keep me calm. do you think you’d be able to write anything like that?”

Warnings: mentions of autism/ panic attacks/ anxiety. This is my own interpretation and experience with autism/ being ND so it may vary from others. This story is fiction and meant to be enjoyed xoxo

You walked hand in hand through the paddock entrance with Daniel by your side. Media day was always hectic and overwhelming; the noise, the flashing lights, and the sheer volume of media and fans were overwhelming. You knew it would be busy, but the reality of it was just too much for you that day, your senses already wrecked from the lack of sleep due to all the traveling. The chaos sent anyone’s senses into overdrive. You tried to focus on Daniel’s presence, his hand gripping yours tightly, but with the sheer amount of noise and activity around you, it was difficult to concentrate.

You tried to stay calm, reminding yourself that you were there for Daniel, hoping that would be enough for you to push through the discomfort. But as the noise built and the crowd closed in, it became harder to focus. The world felt smaller, your heart rate quickened, and your breathing became shallow as the anxiety threatened to overwhelm you completely. You hated feeling like this, hated not feeling normal, and hated feeling like you were drawing attention to yourself.

Daniel had always been understanding; he was patient and kind and always knew when things were becoming too much for you, sometimes even before you did. As the media frenzy closed in, you felt the familiar signs of overload creeping in.

Daniel noticed immediately. His grip tightened around your hand as he gave it a reassuring squeeze. He leaned in closer to your body, his voice low in your ear. “You doing okay?” he asked, concern evident in his tone.

You shook your head, unable to voice your needs with the world feeling like it was closing in around you. The flashes from the cameras felt like they were burning your eyes, and you instinctively pulled your jacket over your eyes to block out some of the world. The anxiety was too strong, and the words got caught in your throat. But Daniel understood without you having to say anything. His arms moved around your shoulders as he guided you quickly towards a quieter corner of the paddock, waving and thanking the media as he led you away.

He found a relatively calm area near the team’s garage, away from the worst of the noise and chaos. He sat you down and knelt at your level, his expression full of nothing but concern. “Can I touch you?” he asked. You nodded, and you felt his hand gently cup your face. "Just breathe," he said gently, his hands resting on your shoulders, grounding you. "In and out, nice and slow. Just focus on me.”

You met his soft brown eyes, focusing on his voice as you followed his instructions and took in a deep, shaky breath, mirroring his. The world started to blur into the background as you concentrated on your breathing and the reassuring weight of his hands.

"It's alright, take your time," he continued, his eyes never leaving yours. There was no judgment in his gaze, only understanding and patience. "I'm here with you. Just focus on me. You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he said, his voice full of warmth and pride. “I’m so proud of you.”

His words of comfort brought a lump to your throat, a tear threatening to spill over. You hated feeling like this, hated the overwhelm and embarrassment that came after, but Daniel’s support and understanding helped you feel less alone. He didn’t see you as a burden or annoying; he accepted you for you.

Gradually, the tightness in your chest started to ease, and the sensory overload subsided a little. Daniel had always been so good at knowing exactly what you needed in those moments, never making you feel embarrassed or ashamed for being overwhelmed. He pulled you into a gentle hug, his arms wrapping around you securely. You relaxed into the embrace, feeling the anxiety melt away.

"Thank you," you whispered into his chest, your voice barely audible. It was hard to express just how much his support meant to you, but you hoped he could feel it in the way you held onto him.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his own filled with warmth. "You don't have to thank me," he replied with a gentle smile. "I'm always here for you, no matter what."

You stayed in his arms for a few moments longer, the feeling helping to ground and regulate you a little more.

"Ready to give this another go?" he asked.

You were unsure but nodded. With his support, you knew you were safe no matter what happened, and he would always be there to help you navigate it all.

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lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom · 1 year ago

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Can I request a Hunter x female Y/N comfort/whump paternal fic plz? <3

Btw I loved your Crosshair x Y/N fic <3

Knight in Rusty Armor

Hunter x Reader

Summary- After a bad run-in at a market, Hunter has to save you and Omega. You can't help but feel like a failure for not being able to protect Omega by yourself...

A/N- Thank you so much for requesting! I'm not completely confident in my ability to write Hunter, but I tried my best!! Hope this is what you had in mind, XoXo.

Word Count- 2,118

You could feel his gaze on you from a mile away. It seemed that no matter the circumstance, Hunter was there.

While you were grateful for him, always- you couldn't help but feel like he didn't trust you. Well, maybe trust wasn't the right word. Nevertheless, he had to accompany you and Omega for a trip to the market.

Everyone had been flying for days and needed a place to resupply. Stretch their legs. You offered to take Omega to shop for some new clothes. She had rips in her shirt- ones that were barely held together by your sewing. So it seemed natural that you would take her, being the only other female on the ship.

Even before landing, you brought up the idea of you and Omega going to Hunter. You wanted to spend some time with her alone. One might have even said mother and daughter bonding...

He turned you down immediately. Rightfully so, as it was a foreign place. But you still wanted to compromise.

That's where you were now, looking through bounds of outfits. Varied from dresses, pants, jackets, and finally shirts. Hunter kept his distance. He did understand that Omega needed some 'girl time' with you, as Tech called it. He also understood that you two were the most important people to him, and he wanted to protect you at all cost.

When you and Omega stepped into an actual establishment for children's clothes, Hunter stood outside the door. Close enough that he could hear Omega laughing.

She picked through a rack, showing you the shirts she thought looked silly. The two of you got a couple odd looks, but neither of you cared.

A particular neon-green tube top grabbed her attention. She picked it up and joked that she wanted it.

"Yeah, very stealthy Omega." You said, playfully.

She giggled and put the shirt back. The two of you proceeded to go to the cashier with the 3 other shirts you found. Ones that fit her and were darker tones.

You immediately noticed that the owner of the store had a sour look on his face. This resulted in you putting on an cheery attitude, being extra kind.

"Ten credits." The yellow man stated, ignoring your pleasantries.

"T-ten?" You sputtered out, shocked. The tags on the clothes clearly stated 'one credit each.'

"Three for the clothes, and seven for the ones you insulted. Now an additional two for arguing with me." Since when was asking a question arguing.

Omega looked up at you, wondering what you would do next. You didn't have Ten credits on you, though you knew Hunter would let you tap into his personal stash if you asked. In this matter however, three shirts were not worth ten credits.

"Sir, i'm sorry about the comments. But we meant no harm. I can give you three credits for the shirts, as they are priced. No more." You reasoned with the man, knowing how bad Omega needed new clothes.

"You are not leaving this store until I get fifteen credits from you." He grumbled and reached for his blaster.

"Excuse me?" You were taken aback. Who did he think he was? Your own blaster was already raised.

"We don't have fifteen credits, and will be leaving now." You said, dropping the clothes. You were frustrated that the day had turned bad.

"Then she can work them off." He shoved his blaster to Omegas temple. Omega had left her energy bow back at the ship, and her borrowed blaster was on the side of her leg.

"We really don't have time for this, sir." You said before effectively disarming him. Your own blaster shot right past his shoulder, missing on purpose. It distracted him long enough for you to knock his blaster out of his own hand. Omega reached down to grab it- both guns now pointing at him.

It was as simple as it seemed, the guy was inexperienced. What the two of you didn't anticipate was Hunters call.

After rushing outside, the building was surrounded by men that looked like the store owner. Yellow with three horns on their ugly face.

What you would find out later was that the store owner had a bad temper, and went ahead to call for back-up. He was determined to make you all pay. Insanely petty if you could say so yourself.

Nevertheless, firing commenced. Again, it was easy. Even though they had numbers, they didn't possess the same skill as the three of you. Maybe that's why you got cocky?

Maybe that's why you found yourself with a blaster pointed at the back of your neck. The store owner! How did you forget him, you and Omega had rushed out without a second thought.

"This time, disarming me won't be so easy." You felt his breath on your ear, disgusting.

"Put the blaster down. Now." Hunter commanded. If you had your thoughts straight, it would have been really sexy.

"I don't think I will. I want 100 credits. For my time, and having to deal with these ratchet things you call humans!" The man insulted.

You smirked, "Not a wise decision." You remarked. Now it was personal- Hunter did not take insults to his girls lightly.

"Yeah, and what do you know? You're the one with a blaster poi-" He was interrupted by Hunter shooting him. Hunter wasn't as forgiving as you. The man fell, you didn't even look to see if he was alive.

With a puff Hunter started, "Let's get back."

"Are you okay!" Omega jumped to your side, calling your name.

Her voice sent a pang down from your spine to your stomach. She shouldn't be worried about you... She should feel safe and protected. All she saw was you getting risky and dumb. Now she thought she had to worry about you... You felt shame rush to your cheeks in a pink hue.

This Hunter took notice of, he was confused. There was nothing to be embarrassed about? At least he didn't think so.

The walk back to the ship was mostly silent, except for Hunter confirming we would try another market soon.

You kept your head up, now being over-cautious, hand hovering your blaster. That was until Hunter took your hand in his. He smiled at you. He could feel the tension off your body. He'd ask about it the second you got some alone time.

You looked at him and swallowed. You only felt more guilt. How was he so collected but ready to engage in combat at any moment. All of it just made you more insecure, what did you bring to the table?

Your thoughts were interrupted by Omega, pulling on Hunters free hand.

"Hunter! Can I pleeeeease get some!" She gestured to a bag of sweets for sale. A mix of fruity candy, lolli-pops, and chewing gum.

"I don't know Omega." He started, but after seeing her face fall he followed it with- "Okay, but you'll have to share it with Wrecker."

She jumped up, hugging onto his arm. "Thank you! You're the best dad ever!" She giddily said, snatching the credit he held out for her.

His face brightened up, it was his turn to wear a light pink hue. Omega didn't even seem to realize what she said, but you gripped Hunters hand tighter.

"Dad... I like it." You leaned onto him, resting a head on his shoulder. Your arm now fully wrapped around his.

"She probably didn't even mean to say it..." He doubted, not wanting to think anything that wasn't mutual.

"Don't sell yourself short, Hunter." You said, not looking up at him, but rubbing your cheek on the material of his shirt.

Omega bopped back over and the three of you headed back to the ship.

Sleep escaped you, tossing and turning. The thoughts of the market kept you awake. This was not normal. You had all been in crappy situations like that one, why did it affect you so much?

Having Hunter save you wasn't something you resented, it was quite attractive. Just this instance. You had been so careless... You could have put an end to it all, but forgot to immobilize the main threat. You huffed and puffed, trying to get out your frustrations.

You were so lost in thought, that when Hunter placed a concerned hand on your shoulder- you jumped. He pulled away instantly, thinking he might have hurt you in some way.

"W-what?" You asked, squinting up at him. It seemed that no one else was awake, Hunter being the only one on watch.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong, sweets?" He asked, hearing his nickname for you was enough to calm you down. At least, enough to get up and settle in one of the cock-pit seats.

You took a deep breath and sat up. He steadied you, an arm wrapping under your armpit to hold you.

"Just can't sleep." He knew there was more to the story. That was a big part about why you loved him. He was more than attentive, and the most selfless lover you could ask for.

"Come sit with me." He suggested, pulling you up with him as he stood to his feet.

He still had a hand rested on the small of your back as he led the two of you to the cockpit,

"So, what happened at the market?" You looked down, shame flooded out of you. Seemingly for no reason. You opted to sit down before answering.

"I let Omega down... There's nothing else to it. It was obvious." You almost felt angry that he didn't see the situation as you did.

His face scrunched up, eyes burning at you. He blinked several times before replying- "What are you talking about?"

With a groan you spoke again, "I can't even protect her from an angry, stupid, vender! You had to save us!" Your voice cracked at the end.

"I thought you didn't mind wh-" You cut him off

"I don't, I just-" You grumbled, frustrated that you couldn't find the right words.

"It's okay, you didn't let anyone down. Everyone is safe, it was just a small mishap." He reasoned, hating that you felt anything less than perfect. If only you saw yourself as he saw you.

You took a quick breath, "One day it won't be a 'small mishap' and something might happen to Omega. I was careless! Now she knows I can't protect her. I'm supposed to be the person she can run to... She must be so disappointed."

You let your head fall into your hands. You rested there for a moment, that was until Hunter made his way in front of you. He gently grasped your hands in his.

He lifted one of your hands to rest on his cheek- the tattooed one. You moved your thumb across the black lines.

"Omega thinks the world of you... nothing will change that. Who knows what would have happened if I wasn't there. If I hadn't called you out, you would have been able to think on what to do with the owner, right?" He explained, trying to shift some of the blame to himself.

You nodded at his words. At this he brings his free hand to rest on your cheek, matching yours on his. His words made you feel some relief, but you couldn't deny how you still felt guilty. Guilty that Omega may have thought differently now.

"Thank you..." You sniffled out, his words making your eyes water.

You leaned in for a kiss, only to be interrupted by a rustling.

Omega. Her light voice called your name, just before jumping onto you and Hunter. He held her steady as she fell into your arms.

"Today was so fun... I'm not disappointed!" You gasped slightly at her words, "You heard all that?" You had a worried look on your face.

"You guys are my family. I'll always feel protected with you." She leans into your arms, head resting just under your shoulder.

"I don't care about the mean guy, I had the best day ever... Can we visit the next market we find as well?" She said, excited, looking up into your eyes.

How could you say no to her sweet face?

"I think Hunter, Wrecker, Tech, and Echo should come too. Maybe they will have as much fun as we did shopping!" You and Hunter both laughed at this.

"i'm not so sure shopping is Tech's thing." Hunter joked.

You laughed again, wiping off the last tear on your face. Your anxieties had finally died down.

Hours later, Hunter would find you both asleep in the pilots chair- Omega rested snugged in your arms. That is, with evidence of the last candy all over Omega.

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I didn't have a strong vision for this one, but I told myself I had to finish it before starting another. I also went off of some Star Wars article saying that 1 Credit is equal to 5 USD. Sorry if I got that wrong! As always, I am open to constructive criticism!

Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

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eemcintyre · 1 year ago

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Wicked Game (Terry Silver)

TW- bondage, sadism/masochism, crying, dacryphilia if you squint, denial, control, overstimulation, humiliation, gagging, power exchange/imbalance, allusions to objectification/human furniture, hurting oneself for another’s pleasure; reader is inexperienced/a virgin, age gap, sub drop.

Summary- Terry Silver takes an interest in one of his adult students; an innocent and inexperienced girl with an obvious crush on him. After they start a relationship, he invites her to explore her interests in power exchange and sadomasochism.

IT'S FINE OK EVERYTHING'S FINE I'M FINE. Anyway this one goes out to all the TIG sluts like me and please be kind because I'm beiNG VERY VULNERABLE RIGHT NOW xoxo please and thank you

It was thoroughly unusual to see the Cobra Kai dojo so quiet. Normally, as the most popular dojo in the Valley since the resurged interest in karate, the building hummed with activity from its large number of youth and adult students. But this afternoon, the only people in sight were a few members of what appeared to be a cleaning crew.

Thinking about it further, Y/N realized it made more sense- it was just the start of a new school year, so the younger students were probably busy acclimating to their classes and the adults with such children were just as busy taking care of them. The next tournament also wouldn’t take place for months. Y/N decided that she was thankful for the quiet, as she had begun to worry about the number of people who witnessed her frequenting Sensei Silver’s office and what they might start to think about why that was. Especially because, if their wondering led them to more scandalous lines of thinking, they wouldn’t be wrong.

She made her way past the cleaning crew, trying her best not to undo their progress on the floors as she made her way to the opposite end of the spacious main room, toward the entrance to a stairway. She knew this flight of stairs well, having traveled up the steps many times over the last few months- the dark grey corridor, dimly lit by cool fluorescent lights, would be an ominous and mysterious tunnel, did it not lead to the thrill of Terry Silver’s personal attention.

From the moment Y/N had joined the dojo’s adult class, Terry had taken a special interest in her training, engaging in what seemed to be more one-on-one teaching than he gave to his other students. He also took an interest in her personal life, asking about what she did outside of their classes and checking in with her anytime she seemed to be having an off day. And while Y/N kept it within her innermost thoughts, she wouldn’t lie to herself that she did enjoy the special attentiveness. While the chances of it leading anywhere were slim to none, she’d been pining for Silver from afar since the beginning.

It wasn’t just something, it was everything about him- the fact that he was so much older than her; learned, well-rounded and traveled and still able to move like he was in his prime. The long, soft-looking curls of hair in his unique, trademark ponytail and the frosty blue eyes that she could feel in her knees. The smallest bit of praise on her technique or obedience to his commands would give her butterflies for the rest of the day. It had all earned him a starring role in the imagery of her night and day-dreams.

As someone who had dated very few people in life thus far, let alone ever had sex, these dreams were ones she’d never had about anyone else and didn’t fully understand. While observing his demonstrations to the class of various moves, Y/N found herself imagining, even wishing for that carefully cultivated and controlled strength to be directed toward her. He seemed to relish the thought of inflicting pain on his enemies, and she found it exciting to imagine him experiencing that same relish because of her. But the idea that she might want someone to hurt her was totally foreign, and trying to sort out the feelings left her confused and disgusted. She didn’t know much about that sort of lifestyle, but she knew that it was generally frowned upon as gross and unnatural. Thus, rather than explore it deeper, she tucked the matter deep inside and tried not to analyze it, merely shyly enjoying the thrill.

As well as she believed herself to be hiding this array of conflicting feelings, Terry could see right through and, as a result, was taken with the need to possess and deflower her innocent, unsuspecting sweetness. The idea that this reserved, weak little thing had so obviously never been touched, or really romantically pursued by anyone before, but was head over heels for him, who at this point had seen and done it all, was downright intoxicating. Every time he caught her staring at him and she quickly looked away, cheeks flushed and hands fumbling, he felt drunk with power and arousal. Thankfully his gi was long enough to cover what she did to him until he could take care of it.

One evening's particularly challenging session of board breaking had left Y/N with a bloodied hand full of cuts and splinters. After the rest of the students filtered out of the building, post-attending to their own wounds, Sensei Silver took it upon himself to bandage her hand.

As they sat in closer proximity than ever before, her hand firmly clasped by his own in order to wrap it, she’d expressed how embarrassed and disappointed she was to have torn up her hand so badly without managing to break even a single board. Expecting a lecture from her strict teacher, she was shocked when he, while holding a steady, scrutinizing gaze, replied:

“I’m quite pleased with how hard you worked today. Board breaking doesn’t happen overnight; you have to toughen up your hand first.”

He emphasized his words with a light shake of her wrist as he finished his bandaging work. She managed a small, slightly comforted smile, but found herself unable to return the intense eye contact, glancing down at her knees.

“So, why did you do that?” he asked, finally breaking the heavy silence.

“What?” She stared, disoriented, noticing that he hadn’t yet let go of her hand even though he’d finished tending to it.

“If you didn’t realize that what you did today was part of strengthening your hand, then why did you push yourself to the point of bleeding? There were plenty of other students who knew the purpose of what they were doing and still didn’t push themselves that hard. Why?”

The only answer she could give didn’t entirely make sense to her, and yet she knew it was true nonetheless.

“I guess… I wanted to please you, Sensei, by trying as hard as I could. You always say that fear, pain, and defeat don’t exist in this dojo, and I would have felt like I was giving in to those things and letting you down if I didn’t keep going. I was just trying to do what you told me.”

“So, what you’re saying is that you willingly hurt yourself because you thought it would please me?”

She found herself increasingly distracted by his prolonged, firm grip on her hand, although she didn’t try to extricate herself. She reddened, dizziness and heat twinging and twisting in her stomach. It was such an odd way for him to describe it, and yet it wasn’t untrue.

“I… I guess you could say that… maybe. I don’t know…”

He backed off of the subject after that, not wanting to alienate her by pushing too far and too fast. She was going to require a delicate approach.

But over the following weeks he made it clear that he was just as interested in her as she was in him, and she came to the realization that dating him might not be as remote of a possibility as she’d thought. When he finally proposed the idea of going out, she was hesitant. Not only had her small number of previous partners never included someone so much older, who was so intense and intimidating and also an authority figure in her life, but she didn’t want to ruin the good thing she had going with her Cobra Kai lessons if things didn’t work out between them. But she had taken so few chances in her life, and she decided it would be stupid to pass the opportunity up just because she was scared. This was the dojo where fear did not exist, after all.

They ended up going out for dinner one evening soon after and having a wonderful time, and then one wonderful time quickly led to another and another. Though the time that had passed was short in comparison to how slow she usually moved, they were getting more serious with each other than anyone Y/N had ever dated. But, in addition, she noted that something felt off, like it was lying unaddressed, simmering below the surface.

One night, while at his place after the day’s karate class, Terry was eager to experiment by testing her reactions to the subject of mixing pain and pleasure once again.

As the two of them were making out on the sofa in his study, he dug his thumb into a bruise she’d incurred during a sparring session. She shocked herself when she groaned into the kiss, half in pain and half to express the strange way it warmed her stomach and made her throb. She glanced up at him in alarm and he smirked triumphantly.

“That feel good?” he asked, and she froze. “Like it felt good splitting your hand open on those boards?”

“No…” He quirked an eyebrow at her skeptically, knowingly, warning her to tell the truth. “Yes… I don’t know.” She squirmed as he remained unmoving, unblinking.

“It’s alright, you know. Everyone feels conflicted about it at first, but lots of people are aroused by pain, obedience, deferring control to someone else.” She opened her mouth but couldn’t force any words out. He continued. “Do you want to submit to me? Wouldn’t it feel good to be protected, and cared for in every conceivable way; for someone else to make the decisions? You seem to long for it, and I can provide it.”

“I-I don’t know how- what all is involved…”

“Well, I’m a teacher; I can teach you. If you’re curious, we can explore that side of yourself- together.” When she made no reply, he spoke to one of the fears he knew was gnawing at her. “No one but us would know. The risk is minimal- either you’ll realize it’s not the right fit for you, or you might feel more fulfilled than you ever have in your life.”

She couldn’t argue with his logic. And, so far, the chances she’d taken with Terry had paid off. What was another one?

“Sensei,” she uttered the title loudly enough for him to hear, but softly enough to not disturb him if he was working on something important.

“Y/N,” he immediately looked away up the contents of his desk to her before flicking his wrist to glance at his watch. “Good, you’re right on time.”

It was thirty minutes before the start of the evening’s karate class, as he’d requested a couple of days before. He wouldn’t say why but did assure her that nothing was wrong. From the way he’d acted when making the arrangement, she figured that it was another invitation to explore their new dynamic, in which case she was still extremely nervous, but in an excited sort of manner, still self-conscious of her body and everything she wanted him to do to it.

For her very first foray into the practice, he’d suggested that, since she liked serving and following orders so much, she should assist him at his home office by holding and carrying papers and anything else he needed, including even making and bringing him drinks. The second time, he’d used her as a footstool while he read a book. Once, he had forbidden her to speak at all during a class, and most recently, they’d made out while her hands were tied. And he had been right- she was a natural. Relinquishing control to him was somehow incredibly exhilarating and a massive relief at the same time.

As Y/N approached his desk, he also rose from his chair, meeting her just in front of the desk and leaning languidly against it. He didn’t say anything else, wanting to study her expression as he maintained the silence. Shifting her weight from side to side, a weak smile twitching at her lips, he could tell that she was burning with curiosity and nervousness while trying to appear still casual and playful.

“Why the early meeting?” she asked, not wanting to be assumptive if it was not, in fact, for romantic purposes. “And why here? Class starts before too long…” Her eyes flitted anxiously from his daunting form to the discomfortingly quiet room around them.

“Oh, this won’t interfere with class. I have something special for you in mind today. A different training session that I think is going to do you a lot better.” He intruded even closer into her personal space, reaching to grip her shoulders, and she looked up to meet his gaze, her heart thudding as she was enveloped by the scent of his cologne. “Instead of being with the other students today, I have a solo practice for you.”

“Okay,” she murmured, half in agreement and half as a question.

“Come here.” He was intent on preserving the feeling of mystery and anticipation. Taking her hand, he led her to a door off to their side.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere you won’t disrupt the rest of the class.”

“What will I be doing? What is this?” Y/N laughed softly, trying to break the tension as her hands became damp with sweat, but he wouldn’t grant her any reprieve and clue her in. He just opened the door, revealing a small closet. While it also housed shelves of miscellaneous office supplies, her attention was primarily drawn to the center of the space, where a chair was positioned, a black duffel bag placed at its side.

“Sit down,” he ordered, and she proceeded shakily to take a seat in the chair, hands folded tightly together in her lap. While he still stood near the doorway of the closet, pacing, he continued speaking:

“This is a test of endurance. Not only will it help you with your Cobra Kai training, but it’s going to help you outside of that as well.”

Finally, he unzipped the mysterious duffel bag, and her mouth went dry when he pulled out several strands of rope.

“Ah, ah… just relax,” he instructed as she began to fidget uncomfortably in the chair, like she was about to get up. Stepping behind her, rope in one hand, he used his other free one to place a steadying touch on her shoulder.

“Do you remember your safeword?” he asked calmly. If Y/N was truly uncomfortable, he always made it clear that she should use it, as trust and safety were to be at the core of such a dynamic. Especially if he wanted to continue in his delicate approach to shaping her into his dearest little slut. She nodded, making a visible but not entirely successful effort to relax into the chair and his touch.

“This is for your own good,” he noted, beginning to loop the rope around her shoulders and arms, as well as her wrists, securing her upper half to the backboard of the chair. “Although I won’t deny that I enjoy seeing you like this.”

Moving to kneel in front of her, he joined her legs to the front two chair legs, spreading them slightly apart as she, torn between obedience and panic, squirmed feebly in the chair. She continued to sputter frantic nonsense phrases and he noted that her eyes were starting to water as he double-checked the secureness of the binds. Tight enough to contain her and give a slight burn, but not enough to bruise. Perfect for her first of such an experience.

He removed another item from the duffel bag and Y/N let out a soft whine, her shaking growing more intense at the sight of a vibrator wand.

“Darling, I need you to focus.” He said firmly, using the last piece of rope to attach the vibrator to the chair, situated between her parted legs, snug against her clit over her underwear. His cock twitched in his pants when he saw that there was already a wet spot.

“You’re going to sit with this vibrator on your cunt while the rest of us are having class downstairs. You will not come.”

She began to let out an alarmed cry, a tear escaping down the side of her face, and Terry was reminded of the final touch needed to complete her 'look.'

“Oh, that’s right…”

He rifled through the bag for the last of the needed items, revealing a ball gag. That’s when Y/N really started to struggle against the ropes, but by then there was no point. As tears began to slide down her face at an increasing rate, she recoiled when he bent to lick them from her cheek. She was so incredibly disgusted with herself for how turned-on she felt in such a humiliating moment; the mix of emotions was so overwhelming that she wanted to run away somewhere and hide.

“Wait!” she exclaimed as he held up the gag, about to fasten it behind her head, and, just in case she was about to safeword, he paused. “But h-how… I don’t think I can. What if someone comes in?”

“No one’s going to come in- they won’t hear you if you’re gagged, and I’ll have you safely locked inside with the lights off,” he smirked.

“I’m scared,” she pleaded, her voice cracking. “I feel so strange, and good, and gross and I don’t know what to think or do…”

“See, that’s why this is exactly what you need,” Terry replied knowingly, stroking the side of her head. “Don’t try to analyze everything right away. I need you to trust that you’re safe to leave all that to me- for at least a little while. You don’t have to see the bondage as limiting you. While your body is restrained, you can concentrate on your mind- but not for thinking and analyzing. The restraints are giving you the freedom to let go. Let go of your control and all of your worries. Your only responsibility is to do what I’ve asked you to do; to please me.”

“But isn’t that like being defeated?” she asked, recalling how defeat did not exist in Terry’s rulebook for life.

“Not at all. Not when you do it willingly and intentionally,” he replied simply, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.

Finally, she stilled, studying him thoughtfully through her glassy eyes. She was already so lovely like this; he could hardly imagine how beautiful she would be once he’d thoroughly exhausted her and erased every anxious, doubtful thought from her head. When several seconds stretched without her protesting further, he moved again to place the gag in her mouth. He was pleased when she parted her lips obediently.

“I need you to be strong for me. However, if you reach the point where you need to safeword, you have this…” He pulled a small button device from his pocket, nestling it in her tied fist. “It’s good to challenge yourself, and I believe you can handle it. But I can’t have my little fighter taking on too much and really hurting herself, physically or emotionally. Good girls challenge themselves and try their best, but they also need to take care of themselves so they can fight the next day.”

He paused, leaning into her close enough for their faces to almost touch. His tone and expression were grave. “You press this and I will end class immediately and come up here to get you. Understood? Understood?”

She nodded and he took this as his go-ahead to turn on the vibrator. Though it was only on a medium setting, she immediately tensed back up and bucked her hips against the tip.

“Baby, you need to pace yourself,” he chuckled, placing his hands on her hips to still her. She whimpered softly, overwhelmed by how embarrassed and powerless she felt.

“Now, just focus on the movement and rhythm of the vibrations for me. Nothing else exists. Pain, fear, defeat, your job, other people… It’s just you denying yourself for me. Just allow yourself to float in the delicious in-between state of pleasure and pain, of tension and relaxation, and let me do the thinking.”

In an admittedly devious move, he placed a firm, hot kiss to her neck before getting up, drawing another oh-so sweet muffled and tormented whine from her throat that made his cock leak.

The lock clicked on the door behind him, leaving Y/N to the total darkness and the longest hour and a half of her life.

The hardest part definitely wasn’t not to think- very quickly, she found it almost impossible to think of anything else except the unrelenting pulses of vibration against her clit. Terry hadn’t specified what would happen if she failed to stop herself from coming, but she figured that there would be some sort of punishment and preferred not to find out what exactly it would be. As she clenched around nothing, she could already feel slick absolutely gushing from her pussy onto the seat under her. It was almost a gift that the uncomfortable feeling of the spit that had started dripping down her chin provided some distraction.

Y/N wondered just how ruined her shirt would be by the end of this, and about having to walk out of the dojo probably looking a sight, but this thought evaporated as she felt a new, more intense pressure building in the pit of her stomach. All of the sudden, the intensity of the pleasure had her fighting with all of her resolve not to come, eyes twisted shut, struggling to pull her hips even a millimeter away from the head of the wand. Just as she thought she might fail, a drop of sweat fell into her eye, jolting her more firmly into focus again.

She wanted more than anything to please him, to be a good student and do him proud; put that beautiful smile on his face and be the reason for it. She also wanted to prove to herself that she had the strength and self-control to fulfill what had been asked of her and what she now asked of herself.

Initially, Y/N had been able to roughly estimate how long she had been left, but eventually she lost all track of time. Upon reaching that point, she finally fully allowed her thoughts to drain away like the slick that coated her underwear and the chair beneath her, giving up all wondering when Terry might return and letting go of the worry she had about how she might look by the time he arrived. All that mattered was that she was not allowed to come.

When she finally heard the click of the door’s lock again, she was pulled from her haze by the light that sliced into the complete darkness of the closet, making her squint. Eventually she managed to focus in on Terry, her eyes filling with tears. The man who was both her challenger and protector, assailant and healer, whom she’d made herself so mentally and physically vulnerable for, was here to rescue and tend to her.

The sight that greeted Terry was nothing short of divine. His angel was drenched in sweat, saliva, and slick, and apart from the occasional twitch against the vibrator, had given up struggling and appeared to have little, if any, coherent thought. When her blank gaze finally fully readjusted to the light, he grinned down at her.

“Everyone is gone now; the dojo is closed.” He gave her a moment to process what he had said, crouching before her to fully appreciate how mussed-up and flushed she looked, inhaling the heady scent of her perfume combined with the smell of sex and the warmth radiating off of her.

“Did you come?” he asked, not yet turning off the vibrator. Her head lolled back and forth in an attempt at a shaking motion.

“Good.” He said in a nonchalant tone that, despite her not thinking it was possible, made her more turned on. It was as if they were discussing traffic or the weather. He studied the darkened crotch of her underwear: “Mm, you’ve really soaked through your panties, though. You must be enjoying this even more than I thought.”

Her stomach dropped as the vibrator continued to run and he fixed her with a mischievous look.

“In that case, since you’ve been doing so well for me, I guess I can let you stay here a while longer. I have plenty of other things I can do. How does that sound, darling?” This time Y/N shook her head more frantically, trying to say ‘no’ through the gag. He pretended not to understand her, even though it was intelligible enough.

“What was that, baby? Oh, you’re welcome.” He got up and headed toward the door once more, noting that she still refused to safeword as he closed and locked her in again.

Y/N had never felt so helpless in that moment, consumed by the darkness again and the now seemingly endless torture of the wand’s rhythmic vibrations. She tightened her grip on the button in her fist, knowing that she could end it all at any time, but did not press it. She was determined to last it out until he decided that she was done. After all, she’d made it this far, right?

In that moment, something about the helplessness and the increasingly hazy mental state she was plummeting into became freeing. He had all of the power and that was okay. It meant that she wasn’t responsible for anything except the one thing he’d asked her to do. Nothing else mattered. He really was helping her; this was good for her, to have no expectations or concerns; to humble herself by fulfilling demands rather than making them and be patient to accept what she was given.

Just as she had reached this stage of tenuous acceptance, she was surprised and confused when the door slid open after what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. Terry entered with a glass of water, a towel, and first aid supplies in his hands.

“Sweetheart, I’m joking,” he laughed softly, bending down at her feet to set down everything he was carrying. “But you did so, so well for me.” Finally, he removed the gag from her sore jaw, the ball pulling strands of saliva with it. She gasped from the soreness as well as the relief.

“Just come for me now and we’ll be done,” he said, switching the vibrator to the highest setting and controlling its position with his hand instead of the rope, leaning in close for her to rest her head on his shoulder. “Let it all out for me...”

Within moments, he felt her shake as violently as the restraints would allow, warm and sticky come coating the tip of the vibrator through her panties.

“Aahhh…! Thank you! Thank you, Sensei…” she cried in his ear through strangled moans that gradually decreased in volume as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. Her invocation of his title made his cock jerk, and he bit back a growl. As the most intense climax she’d ever experienced faded, mixing with the feelings of confusion, disgust, and submission, she burst into tears. It was complete sensory overload.

“Shh, it’s okay. You can cry if you need to,” Terry crooned as she clung to him. He cradled the back of her neck with one hand while starting to untie her with the other. Once she was entirely free and her sobs subsided a bit, he reached for the glass of water and raised it to her lips.

“Drink this- I don’t want you dehydrated,” he said as she sipped from the cold glass, staring at him with blissed-out, puffy eyes. Once she’d had enough to drink, she sucked in a shaky breath and collapsed into his arms.

“I’m so proud of you, angel,” he praised her, rocking her back and forth like a child and pressing delicate kisses all over her face. After cleaning her with the towel, he set to fixing up wherever it hurt, applying healing lotion and ointment to the spots on her arms and legs where the rope had burned, and stroking her cheeks until most of the marks from the gag had faded.

“Okay. All better,” he sighed and she sniffed, having stopped crying. He tilted her chin up so that she was looking directly at him. “Now, are you proud of yourself? You should be proud of yourself.”

She blushed. He was happy with her. She had succeeded in doing what he wanted her to do. She responded to his pleased grin with a soft smile that made her face glow and imbued his chest with warmth.

“Just don’t ever trick me like that again,” she pouted.

“That was rather mean of me, wasn’t it?” he conceded with a small laugh, unable to hide the fact that he was a bit gleeful rather than entirely apologetic.

“Mhm,” she added petulantly, burying her face into his shoulder.

“I can’t make any promises there, doll,” he replied slyly. “Not when you make it so much fun to toy with you.” He squeezed his arms around her a final time and they shared a kiss before he shifted his posture.

“Alright, let’s get you something to eat. Easy now.” He helped her stumble to her feet and guided her out of the closet.

#thomas ian griffith #terry silver #cobra kai #terry silver x reader #the karate kid #karate kid fanfiction #cobra kai fanfic #cobra kai fic #one shot #x reader #creative writing

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scekrex · 10 months ago

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Hey so my birthday was coming up and so I was wondering if you could do Adam x reader where he celebrates the reader's birthday with him! Thank you and have an amazing day/night!

Holy shit, I hope I'm still in time for your birthday!! I'm currently on vacay w a homie but I had to make time to write that for ya!! Happy fucking birthday hun, I hope you have an amazing day xoxo/p

Birthday boy

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

When you first opened your eyes you noticed Adam was gone, there was no gentle giant lying next to you, hugging you close to his chest like he always did, in fact his side of the bed was cold. When you checked the time you were quite surprised to find that it was already 2pm, so Adam had not only left you for whatever reason there was, he had also let you sleep in. A thing the first man usually didn't do, he was craving your attention too much to let you sleep in every day. Something about today seemed off.

While you would've loved to stay in bed even longer, you were curious where your boyfriend went, so you forced yourself to leave the warm and cozy sheets behind and exit the bedroom. “Adam?” you called out for the first man as you walked through the living room - no response though. You tried again, a little louder this time, “Adam?” This time you got a response, the bathroom door swung open, revealing Adam with nothing but a towel around his waist, you grinned at the brunette, “While this is a great way to wish me a good morning I'd like to fucking know why you left me alone in bed.” Adam frowned at that, tilting his head a little, “I always let you sleep in on your fucking birthday, babes.”

And that was when you realized what it was that you had forgotten about - your birthday. Adam looked quite amused as he spotted the realization that was on display on your face. Of course someone like you would forget their own birthday, good thing that he had already planned the day. “Go get ready, fuckhead,” the brunette told you and walked over to you, pulling you into a soft kiss once he had reached you, “We’re going to grab fucking birthday lunch.” That the first man didn't need to repeat, you placed a quick kiss on his chin and then locked yourself inside the bathroom.

While you were getting ready, Adam called Lute, “Sup, Danger Tits, is shit settled?” When his lieutenant responded, the first man was sure he could hear her roll her eyes at that - he really started to get on her nerves. Like, she was happy Adam was so focused on celebrating your birthday, but seriously, you were dead, what's the big deal? She didn't fully understand, but maybe she didn't need to understand. She knew it meant a lot to you and therefore it meant a lot to Adam which resulted in her doing most of the work - not that she truly minded though. She honestly just likes to complain about Adam. “Yes, Sir, everything is settled. Make sure you won't be back before 5pm though.” Adam nodded at her words before realizing that Lute was very much not able to see him, “You’re the fucking best.” And with those words he hung up.

Just in time because only a moment later you stepped outside the bathroom door, your hair was still wet from the shower you had just taken and your body was fully naked - not because you chose to leave the bathroom like that, no, not at all, but because Adam that sneaky bastard had taken the last towel without telling you. “That’s quite the look, babes,” he hummed with a sly grin on his lips as he made his way over to you. The first man's hands found their way to your hips, pressing your body against his as he leaned down to kiss your forehead, “But I don't fucking think I'll let you leave like that.” You playfully shoved him backwards a little, “Haha, very funny, I need to get dressed and so do you so move bitch, I'm ready for birthday lunch.” Adam wrapped his arm around your shoulders lazily and guided you to the bedroom as if you haven't been in living in that apartment for ages and he was showing you around, but you let him - there were no plans for today, all you wanted was a chill day with Adam by your side and the fact that Adam was taking you out for lunch made it even better - while you liked to celebrate your birthday usually this year you didn't feel like doing all the preparation so you had told Adam that and he had been fine with it being just you and him this year.

So the both of you got dressed, nothing too fancy, nothing too casual, a simple yet balanced in-between. And when you walked through heaven's streets and Adam took a right turn, you knew where the both of you were heading to. Your favorite restaurant. “Adam, they're always booked,” you mumbled as the first man confidently entered the restaurant, pride written all over his face as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer to his side, “I know babes, that's why I fucking reserved a table.” You stopped in your tracks, grabbing him by his sleeve to stop him from walking as well, “You did what now?” Adam's grin only widened as he proudly repeated his words, you could only stare at him. How? This was the most popular place in all of heaven, it's always booked, there's barely a chance to get a table - let alone on the date you want it. Fuck, Adam must've pulled a lot of fucking strings to get you two in. “You did not,” disbelief was still heavy in your voice and in your eyes and Adam shook his head, “I fucking did, now c’mon babes.” And with those words he guided you inside the huge building and towards your table once the two of you had checked in.

“How the fuck did ya crazy ass manage to do that?” you asked, still not quite able to believe where you were sitting - Adam hadn't just reserved any table, he had reserved a table as close to the stage as possible. He had gone all in just to get you a table with the perfect view in your favorite restaurant on your birthday. The first man leaned back in his chair lazily, acting like it was no big deal at all, “Oh y'know, I know the owner ‘n’ that fuckhead owed me sooo.” You just stared at Adam as one of the workers from there handed you the menu. Was this actually happening? And why was Adam acting like this was not a big deal at all? You had been begging him to go to that restaurant with him for months and all of a sudden you found yourself inside its walls, closest to the stage with your boyfriend by your side. Fuck.

“You’re a crazy fucking bitch, y’know that, right?” you mumbled as your eyes scanned the menu that had been handed to you, the brunette sitting across the table just responded with a lazy, “Oh but you love your crazy bitch-boyfriend.” And of course he was fucking right.

As Adam and you walked the streets back home you couldn't help but question his behavior as he continued to check his phone for either the time or an important notification. It was currently 4:40pm and it would take you at least another thirty minutes to reach your apartment. “Why don't we simply fly?” you had asked him earlier, his response had been even more weird and suspicious, “I wanna enjoy the view,” he had said while he had checked his phone screen. Ah, yes, the beautiful view of his phone screen, of fucking course.

“Okay,” you sighed, visibly annoyed by Adam's strange and uncommon behavior, “The fuck got up your ass?” The brunette looked at you in confusion, a frown met your annoyed look, “No fucking idea what you mean, babes.” You rolled your eyes at him but continued to walk next to him in silence, of course he had no idea what you were talking about, like fucking always. Usually you wouldn't mind him acting all strange but it was your birthday, in God's name. Why did he decide to be like that today?

You didn't argue with him though and when you finally reached your apartment and unlocked the door, you were greeted by Lute. The fuck was going on? The lieutenant of Adam greeted you with a wide, promising grin and you immediately knew you didn't like what was going on in the slightest bit. “Sup bitch, you got here well? Did Adam take care of you?” You eyed her with as much suspicion as you had eyed Adam with earlier as you pulled away from the hug she had been trying to give you. “Lute, quit that bullshit,” the exorcist’s grin fell at your words and for a moment she genuinely thought she fucked up, but then she realized Adam still hadn't told you shit and that he had probably been acting super fucking weird because of it.

The woman wrapped her arm around your shoulder as she led you inside, Adam followed behind you, he kept his distance though. As you entered the living room, the brunette behind you turned on the light and revealed that all of your loved ones had been waiting for you. Your eyes roamed over the people that had gathered inside your apartment. So Adam had really organized all of that, huh? Yeah surely not, Lute had obviously helped him. Did you mind that? Not in the slightest bit - I mean how could you? All of the people you loved and cared about had managed to make time for whatever it was Adam had planned.

You spun in Lute's arm, pulling the surprised white haired woman into a tight, warm and thankful hug. She had helped, obviously, and you were very thankful for that. Adam stood next to you, crossing his arms over his chest while he watched you and Lute hug. “Am I not getting a fucking thank-you kiss from my boyfriend for organizing all that shit?” and you knew he was joking, knew he didn't expect you to kiss you, especially in front of all those people so dear to you, yet you grabbed him by the collar and placed a soft yet quick kiss on his lips.

“Thanks, fuckhead.”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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firenati0n · 1 year ago

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several sentence sunday <3 :)

hello :) hope you are well! I am sorry for the shit formatting and tagging issues, mobile is hell. i know I said no snips until Feb but I am a lying liar who lies. thank you for all the tags!!!!!!! @heybuddy-drabbles @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @eusuntgratie @cha-melodius @kiwiana-writes @ninzied @gay-flyboys @theprinceandagcd @happiness-of-the-pursuit @magicandarchery @nocoastposts @littlemisskittentoes @wordsofhoneydew

so! I am feeling Weird and Insane and Complex as a significant life chapter comes to a close in 9 hours with the end of my graduate degree and graduation. with this, I'm feeling a bizarre mix of emotions, grappling mostly with what it means to find validation and self-worth in yourself and your accomplishments vs. external methods. this bleeds into all aspects of my life, most of all writing. so I'm going to post a snip i wrote on the bus and say that i love it and that the Horrors That Persist can go on hold for a day while i tell myself I'm proud of both my academic and personal endeavors, including the words I spill onto docs in hope and agony. 🤍

here's a snippet from angel!Henry lawyer!Alex city of angels au:

He lives a life of servitude, of grace and kindness and guidance, existing as a guiding light and gentle touch on countless lives that never know he exists for them, in their shadows, a constant comfort and presence when the feeling becomes too much for humans. His job is to ease pain and suffering—emotions he experiences secondhand, castoffs from people who have squeezed them dry and dead for all they had to offer. He places his hands on those who need it most, absorbing as much as he is allowed.

But Henry yearns. The more he learns, the more he yearns, the more he desperately wishes to be able to feel indescribable emotion swirling in his body, imperceptible grief hidden beneath the surface, inconceivable joy radiating from his skin. To finally understand the meaning of life, the universe, and everything in between. To finally feel seen, and heard, and felt himself.

He’s been invisible for so long, he wonders if he’s just a specter destined to fade away.

xoxo roop. much love, as always! 🤍

+ no pressure tags below the cut :)

@zwiazdziarka @getmehighonmagic @dumbpeachjuice @orchidscript @inexplicablymine @magicandarchery @sherryvalli @anincompletelist @tintagel-or-cockleshells @priincebutt @cricketnationrise @ssmtskw @tailsbeth-writes @lizzie-bennetdarcy @myheartalivewrites @sparklepocalypse @onward--upward @matherines @celeritas2997 @gayrootvegetable @affectionatelyrs @tinyarmedtrex @14carrotghoul @rmd-writes @leaves-of-laurelin @whimsymanaged @indomitable-love @anchoredarchangel @indestructibleheart @candyspandemonium and open tag as always! Want to see :)

#sneaky Hitchhiker's guide ref there oops #fic: angel au #roop writes #rwrb #rwrb fic #fics #feeling like henry rn real weird hours but also i am on my period ahshdjahskdh life is strange!

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dottieisdotting · 6 months ago

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hii me again i was wondering if u could do a smut for chishiya amd reader where they have a slight age gap (3 years) and reader is in med school and is friends with kuina and kuina introduces chishiya to reader which he helps her w her sch work and ykyk and their friendship escalates to something more i hope u get the idea thank youu

Work colleagues - Chishiya Shuntaro

requested?: yes

pairing(s):Chishiya Shuntaro x afab!reader

Genre:Smut (MDNI)

warning(s):colleagues to lovers age-gap (3 years), office fucking, praise, begging (only slightly) ,sort of sloppy eating out and head, Possessive Chishiya, Chishiya calls reader sweetheart a couple times, cream pie, no protection(wrap before you tap), oral (m&f) breast play, body worship. a lot of kissing and hand holding, TALKING YOU THROUGH IT (sort of)

Summary: Kuina introduces you to Chishiya who often helps you with course work

word count: 2783

a/n: another request! I'm so sorry i've had terrible writers block and i am trying to write some of my own things (look out for that) but keep requesting and i'll try to write them for you!!i. hope you all enjoy. You are welcome to like,reblog and comment on my posts too xoxo. Hope you all have a good morning,day,evening or night Mwah!

You were a nurse in training at med school and you often struggled with your course work so Kuina, your best friend, offered to introduce you to one of her friends from the borderlands. Chishiya Shuntaro is often known as the black cat around the wards. Of course you knew who he was, everyone knew who he was.

You often saw him when he was doing his rounds as he passed the break room where you constantly were doing your work and stressing as you didn't understand.

Kuina had dragged you out on your rest day to meet Chishiya for a day out. To much of your dismay you were sitting with Kuina across from Chishiya as he took a sip of his coffee.

“So you're going to help me with my work?” You ask him and he hums and nods. Kuina claps her hands a little and smiles brightly. She grabs your arm and squeezes carefully. She winks subtly at you and you nudge her telling her to lay off with the whole colleagues to lovers thing. She‘d taken up reading since she’d gotten back from the borderlands and it was driving you up the walls, mad with all the little tropes but you'd be lying if you said that they didn't intrigue you.

You sat and talked a little bit longer,Chishiya bidding you a farewell when you checked the time and realised you had a 12 hour shift the next day so you slightly panicked as he sat and smirked as you drink the rest of your drink and bid very quick farewells as you left the cafe.

You get to your apartment,stressed but also relieved? You had someone to help you with your coursework but Chishiya, was he the right person to help you, you were contemplating yourself and it was difficult

Well , another work day rolls around and yet again you are stuck with coursework, luckily Chishiya was here to help this time and you were slowly understanding it for once and it amazed you somehow. You had finished your coursework in time and thanked Chishiya tremendously, he just brushed it off and went back on to his rounds leaving you all alone in the staff break zone.

He had a certain effect on you, you couldn't point out what it was and it was quite frankly pissing you off so you seeked help from your best friend Kuina. You called her and explained the best you could on your 10 minutes left on your break and she didn't help one bit, you could have strangled her if she was there right now with you.

You sit and grovel until it was rounds time, you spend about an hour checking up on all your patients and seeing how they were doing. You felt good afterwards which was great until someone bumped into you,almost spilling coffee on your scrubs you scowl and look at who it was. Oh ! fantastic it was Chishiya, you were annoying,he had ruined your good mood.

“Could you watch where you are going next time! God, everyone gets in my way.” you grumbled to mainly yourself but Chishiya heard it and his eyes followed you as you walked away. He wanted to go to you and apologise but who was he kidding, his ego was far too high for that so he let you grovel by yourself down the corridor.

Finally it was time to leave your shift. It was over.it was possibly one of the most pisstaking days in your very short career so far. On one hand you had finished your coursework,thanks to Chishiya but you also could have killed him for dampening your day by nearly spilling shit hospital coffee on you.

But time went on and you grew closer to him with a lot of reassurance from Kuina that is. A lot of shitty coffee breaks and study sessions you saw a side of him no one other than his patients saw, his caring side and it shocked you at first that he was able to feel like that but now you subtly make jokes out of it and he 100% knows but ignores your digs.

Chishiya often got pissed off when he had to explain over and over to the point where it had become a thing that if he had to explain more than 3 times he wouldn't help the rest of the session and that stressed you out to listen and understand more clearly.

Now that had only happened a couple of times, but you got there eventually. So now you were in Chishiya’s office waiting for him to finish on the phone because he promised to get you your lunch for finishing your work early. You were buzzing because you were practically getting free food.

”C’mon, hurry. I'm hungry y’know. Chishiyaaa” you whine in a singsong voice as you extend the last syllable of his name, he looks up at you,annoyed, his feline-like eyes slanted. He presses his finger to his lips,signalling to you to shut up. The call he was on was very important and so you apologised.

Soon after he finishes the call he stands up and starts walking out of the office,calling your name for you to follow him ”hurry up if you want food, brat” he uttered sharply as your eyes slightly widened and you quickly followed, ushering a quick ”sorry, coming” as you rush out of his office to him.

After your food and brief talk with Chishiya, he could be real boring at times, you went back to your ward and back to your patients and dotted around till the end of your shift, which you wished upon to come quicker every 30 minutes. The clock hands showed 11 o’clock, which meant clock out time and you were buzzing but also shattered. ”wow, finally home time” you mumble to yourself before bumping into, once again a busy Chishiya.

You swore to the gods above this man could never rest, not even after the borderlands could this man rest and you felt awfully sorry with the weight he had to carry on his shoulders being a paediatric cardiovascular surgeon, it was tough, you certainly couldn't handle the stress, you were crumbling being a geriatric nurse and working with sick elderly patients on the ward.

”oh, I'm sorry Chishiya, I didn't mean to bump into you” you apologise and for once he didn't mutter under his breath and rush off he stood and talked to you, that was a little shock, horror, gasp moment for you. Maybe he is warming up to me you thought but quickly shrugged it off when he opened his mouth to say ”It's okay, my fault.”

you swore you could have nearly choked on your saliva when he said it was his fault, the Chishiya who is also innocent and does nothing wrong because he's too pure, too pure your arse but you took it as a huge win and getting closer to him was a good thing. A thing that Kuina wanted to happen,right? Well you damn hope it was what she wanted ‘cause it was happening if she liked it or not.

Anyways you chat for a little while before you clock out and head home

Another working day rolls around and it's a slow one. You hated slow days so you track down Chishiya and go to his office, thank goodness he was on his lunch break so you could annoy him as he answered emails on his computer. You sat on the chair on the other side of his desk and rested your head on it. He would peak at you from time to time and you would make “subtle” cat jokes here and there. You got bored pretty easily and Chishiya seemed quite restless.

”---, c’mere” he speaks in an authoritative tone as you stand up and walk around his desk ”i'm tired, sit here and write these emails for me, i'll tell you what to write, don't worry” Chishiya practically declared. You look around and expect him to move from his seat so you could sit but he grabbed your waist and pulled you down onto his lap. Of course you gasped, you didn't expect it and it was all so sudden from Chishiya. You'd never expect him to randomly do things to fluster you so damn quickly.

You sit on his lap, back straight as he speaks and you copy down what to write without trying not to get distracted by the growing fire in your lower belly called arousal or Chishiya’s hands and semi-hard cock against your plump arse. As you type, you move your hips, getting comfortable and in the headspace of concentration but as you move you hear Chishiya’s little mewls to stop moving as you felt his cock harden more which brought you right out of your headspace and your knickers to become sticky and wet with your uncontrollable arousal and attraction to Chishiya Shuntaro.

“Please” you slightly beg, whining. He doesn't say anything but his hands tighten their grip. He tsks and whispers ”Keep that up sweetheart and I'll leave you high and dry. Now can you get on your knees for me?” he asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, you didn't even know chishiya was capable of that tone but you got on your knees anyways, waiting on further instructions

”Can you suck my cock, sweetie?” you gulp slightly but nod, hands going to his hospital scrubs and pulling down his pants revealing he boxers with a hard cock confined. You look up to him with puppy eyes as you pull down his boxers, his cock hard and red tip dripping with pre-cum. Your mouth was almost salivating at how good it looked.

Chishiya gulped and guided your head to his cock, your mouth already open and ready for him. He taps the leaking tip on your plump bottom lip before you take him down your throat slowly and carefully. Your eyes flutter closed as they water slightly. You gag and Chishiya groaned, feeling your throat contract around his cock,fighting the urge just to buck his hips and fuck your little, pretty mouth.

Soon enough you start to bob your head, up and down his cock, saliva everywhere. You lick the vein running along the underside of it before pressing a soft kiss to his tip,making him hiss and buck his hips.

Your hand wraps around him as you focus on the tip, kissing, sucking and licking it,bringing him closer and closer to euphoria. He wasn't quiet either, you liked it too,encouraging him to be as loud as possible as you once again deepthroated him without a warning and he whimpers as his hands go to your head,his eyes screwed shut as you felt his hips buck and roll into your throat, his cum goes down your throat in thick ropes and you make sure to suck him till he was over and through with his orgasm.

You pull off his cock with an audible pop as you stand up, smiling as you see Chishiya spent, chest heaving and sweat on his forehead, you lean forwards and kiss him softly, before pulling away. He regains his breath properly and stands up, pushing you to the chair to rid you of your scrubs. He sees your pretty lacy white panties with a bow and it has no mercy showing your obvious arousal.

Chishiya leans forward and kisses your clothed cunt once before he takes off your panties, lifting your legs over the arms rests of his chair, leaving your pussy bare and leaking, your hole clenching around nothing. Chishiya looks at you like you were an angel ”so pretty, hm? For me to taste” you whine in response as he dove right in, licking a fat stripe from your sopping hole to your clit, sucking it for good measure before repeating his actions.

You moan out and look down at him, god he looked so good between your thighs, eating you like a starved man. His fingers spread you open further so he had more access to your little bundle of nerves whilst his other hand travels to your entrance teasing slightly before entering 2 fingers and curling them. You kick your legs out, mindful of chishiya as you babble out a whole load of praise and thank yous to him.

”So good, it tastes so sweet and all for me. Never let anyone else taste your perfect little cunt,sweetheart.” you were in heaven right there, the praise and possessive tone made you clench around his digits, he laughed and it sounds muffled but it sends shock waves through your body as you feel the cold in your lower stomach start to form and tighten with every word,suck and lick.

Chishiya removes his finders and brings them up to your boob, squishing your left one, leaving your arousal around your perky nipple before doing the same to your right one. The coil tightens faster and faster. Your eyes close and back arched, toes curled and with a cry of Chishiya’s name you came. Your body shakes and he continues to eat you out as you ride out your orgasm on his tongue.

He pulls away slowly, kissing your cunt once more. He picks you up from the chair and presses you against the table, leaving over to pepper kisses along your neck and shoulder. You sigh and feel the post orgasm haze already but you wanted more, you wanted Chishiya’s cock inside you, to complete you and that's what he did

He lined his tip up with your entrance and pushed into your sopping heat, groaning and hips already faltering as he pushed into the hilt. You felt full and overwhelmed. You open your mouth to say something but he rolls his hips, slowly but deeply hitting all the correct places to make you feel absolute pleasure. You moan instead as he leans forward, hands on your tits, nipples between his index fingers and thumbs as he rolls them.

You were feeling the utmost pleasure that moment. You move back onto Chishiya as he bucks forward. Your hand comes down to your clit and you rub 8 figures,making you clench ”oh sweetie, you feel so good to me,so wet,tight, heavenly. Could stay buried in your cunt and I'd die a happy man, Sweetheart” you smile bashfully, enjoying the praise from the normally quiet man.

Chishiya feels his high coming along so he moves your hand and replaces it with one of his own, rubbing your clit for extra pleasure, you continuously clench around him, your slick sourting around his cock, the scene was erotic as anything.

You were bent over his desk facing the door, emails abandoned as Chishiya squeezed your breasts and played with your nipples. Slow and deep thrusts reaching unimaginable places inside of you as his hand stays on your clit. Your hair was a mess, noises bouncing off the office walls and you both gave zero fucks as you were living your life getting the best sex from your friend ever.

”m’close, Shiya” you mewl and slump against the desk. Chishiya leans over you and holds your hand tightly,interlocking your hands together as his thrusts get faster but still just as deep. You couldn't keep it together much longer as you came around his cock, no warning or anything. The orgasm was long lasting travelling from the tips of your toes to your head. Your orgasm triggered Chishiya’s spiralling out of control. The whimpers and whines coming from his and your mouth were both pornographic. ”That's it, good girl sweetheart come for me,let me feel your cunt suffocate my cock. So good for me aren't you, making me feel all nice and good whilst i stuff you full”

His cum sits deep inside of you as your cunt milks him dry. ”Keep that nice and deep inside of you, sweetheart, yeah. Don't let any spill or i'll give you another to keep deep for me” you mumble and nod at his command. You felt amazing and were glowing. The sunset brings a golden haze into Chishiya’s office as he pulls out and brings you to a couch to clean you with tissues and kisses. He helps you dress and look presentable even though people would have heard your little mishap.

You couldn't care though, legs like jelly and breathing slightly uneven but a Chishiya by your side was all you needed as you clocked out with him that night, happy as anything.

#alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya smut #aib

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chaysreality222 · 8 months ago

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A Shifting Attempt Storytime - Part 4

hey, it's c! in the early morning, i woke up and had a shifting attempt but was sadly interrupted (rip). i wanted to tell you guys about it and ask for advice! please read!! thanks <3

so around 5 am, i had woken up and i decided that i wanted to try and shift to my hogwarts dr. i got in a comfortable position and put on shift on accident guided meditation by alunir. i first focused on my breathing to fall deeper into relaxation. once i was finally relaxed, i decided to focus my mind on her voice and counting at the back of my mind.

when i had gotten to 50, that's when i started to feel a numbness in my entire body and feeling like my consciousness was about to float outside of my body. i then started to see a galaxy full of stars, as if i had been seeing space but not so clearly. my hearing had gone out (tooning out my cr surroundings except the meditation ofc) and it had felt so peaceful. like i've never felt that amount of sereneness, quiet, peace, etc. in my entire life.

i set my intention to focus as much as i can and if i had heard anything in my surroundings, i would tell myself that it was from my desired reality. i noticed that counting was helping me to focus my mind, so i continued to count to 100. as well as affirming that i have shifted to my hogwarts dr and that i have already arrived to my dr.

that's when i had stopped seeing the stars and had just been sitting in a sea of black. but it wasn't entirely black? like i can see shadows moving through my eyelids. i know it wasn't anything from my cr, because my lights are off and i had my blanket over my head.

for example: if you were to be sitting in front of something a bit bright with your eyes closed but the light is enough to see your hands moving in front of your face.

it kinda started to freak me out, but i didn't feel scared or unsafe. though i affirmed myself that i was safe and i blocked out negative energy while i try and shift.

thinking of it now, maybe it was my cat sage from my hogwarts dr? on my first day, i had scripted she is in bed next to me the morning i wake up to go to the quidditch world cup. or maybe it was my bf? (i scripted him in to wake me up). the slight light may have been coming from the windows that face my bed in my dr? i'm not sure what to make of it really.

anyway, i snapped out of whatever state that was and went back to seeing a galaxy full of stars and felt like i was floating there but still very attached to my cr body. i can actually feel my consciousness trying to pass through to outside of my body, but it was in a way stuck. (hopefully that makes sense). then someone opened a door in my cr, it distracted me, and i gave up and opened my eyes...(ughhhhh).

i don't understand or know much about the void state. i've read 2-3 things about it and i'm wondering if maybe i had entered that state? please, lmk! also, anyway is there a way i can help detach myself from my cr body more? i feel that would be my "final push"! thanks guys <3 Happy Shifting!

xoxo, c!

#reality shifting #shiftblr #shifting #desired reality #prttygirlshifterclub #shifters #shifting motivation #shiftingblr #reality shifter #shifting realities #shifting blog #shifting community #shifting diary #shifting attempt #blue aesthetic #harry potter #hogwarts dr #hufflepuff #∘ ˚₊‧꒰ა 𝐂ℋ𝐀𝒴 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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moonselune · 8 months ago

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Heyy hello i hope youre having a good day !!

If you're still doing requests, could you write some Lae'zel x Bard!Tav? Maybe at first she finds the performing arts to be a waste of time only for her to end up falling in love with a performer and learning to love the beauty of things?

Thanks in advance !!

Oh how I loved writing this, I am an absolute sucker for Lae'zel and I am having a wonderful day thank you for asking xoxo

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Lae'zel x Bard!reader

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The night was calm, the campfire flickering as the group settled down after a long day of travel and combat. You, the camp’s bard, were tuning your lute, the strings producing a soft, melodic hum. Lae'zel sat nearby, sharpening her sword with meticulous precision, her eyes occasionally flicking over to you with a mix of curiosity and skepticism.

From the moment you joined the party, Lae'zel had made her disdain for the performing arts known. To her, music and song were frivolous distractions, a waste of time better spent honing one’s combat skills. She often scoffed when you began to play, her sharp tongue making it clear she had little patience for your craft.

But you were undeterred. Music was your way of connecting with the world, of expressing emotions that words alone could not capture. And so, every night, you played. Sometimes it was a lively tune to lift the group’s spirits, other times a haunting melody to honor fallen comrades. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, you noticed a change in Lae'zel. She would sit closer to the fire when you played, her sharp comments becoming less frequent. Her eyes, once filled with contempt, now held a flicker of something softer, something you dared to hope was appreciation.

One evening, after an especially grueling day, you decided to perform a new piece. The song was a tribute to Lae'zel, inspired by her fierce spirit and unyielding strength. As you began to strum the opening chords, the camp fell silent, everyone turning their attention to you. Lae'zel’s gaze was the most intense of all, her amber eyes narrowing slightly as she listened.

Your voice, clear and melodious, carried across the campsite as you sang: "In battles fierce, with blade so keen/ A warrior stands, her spirit unseen./Lae'zel of Vlaakith, proud and true,/Her strength a beacon, her courage renews."

As the song continued, you poured your heart into the performance, each note and word a testament to Lae'zel’s indomitable spirit. You saw her shift uncomfortably, her usual confidence wavering as she realized the song was about her. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she glanced around, clearly unsure of how to react to the unexpected tribute.

When you finished, the camp erupted in applause, but you only had eyes for Lae'zel. She stood, her sword forgotten beside her, and walked over to you with a mixture of awe and awkwardness.

“That…was about me?” she asked, her voice uncharacteristically hesitant.

You nodded, smiling softly. “Yes, Lae'zel. It was. You inspire me.”

She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it, her expression a complex blend of emotions. Finally, she managed to find her voice. “I…do not understand why you waste your time with such things. But…” She paused, struggling to find the right words. “But I am…honored. Your song…it was…beautiful.”

You reached out, gently touching her hand. “There is beauty in all things, Lae'zel, even in war and struggle. You just have to learn to see it.”

Her eyes met yours, and for a moment, the fierce warrior’s mask fell away, revealing a glimpse of the woman beneath. “Perhaps,” she said slowly, “there is more to this world than I have allowed myself to see. You have…opened my eyes to that, bard.”

You squeezed her hand, your heart swelling with affection. “And perhaps you have shown me the strength within myself, Lae'zel. We have much to learn from each other.”

She nodded, her gaze softening. “Indeed. But do not think this means I will go easy on you in training. You still have much to prove.”

You laughed, the sound light and joyous. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

From that night on, Lae'zel's attitude towards your music changed. She no longer scoffed when you played, and though she never openly admitted it, you often caught her listening intently, her eyes closed as she absorbed the melodies. And slowly, begrudgingly, Lae'zel began to appreciate the beauty in your art, just as you had come to appreciate the strength in her warrior’s heart.

About a week later, Lae'zel's feelings for the bard were put to the test.

The battlefield was a chaotic mess of fallen foes and exhausted comrades. The clash of steel and the cries of battle had finally subsided, leaving a haunting silence in its wake. Lae'zel stood tall, her blade dripping with the blood of her enemies, a fierce determination in her eyes. She had carried the fight on her shoulders, her strength and prowess unmatched.

Nearby, you lay on the ground, cradling your injured arm. Gale, concussed and barely conscious, leaned against you for support. Astarion and Wyll were slumped nearby, both nursing their own wounds. The camp was a sorry sight, a heap of battered bodies resting amidst the aftermath of the brutal skirmish.

Despite the pain, you reached for your lute, the familiar weight of it bringing a small measure of comfort. You began to strum softly, the gentle notes rising into the air, carrying a melody of hope and resilience. Your voice, though strained, carried through the silence, singing a song meant to uplift and motivate your weary companions.

"Lae'zel, the fiercest of us all, stands tall and strong, never to fall," you sang, your eyes locked onto your Githyanki lover. "Her blade, a beacon in the night, leading us through this relentless fight."

Lae'zel's gaze snapped to you, her eyes narrowing in irritation. "Cease your singing, bard," she snapped, her voice sharp. "This is no time for frivolous music."

Undeterred, you continued, a playful smile tugging at your lips. "Oh, Lae'zel, your strength inspires, your bravery sets our hearts afire. With every swing, you lead the way, keeping the darkness at bay."

Lae'zel groaned, her grip tightening on her sword. "By Vlaakith's wrath, I would rather you use that lute as a weapon than waste breath on songs."

You pouted, your strumming faltering for a moment. "But Lae'zel, I'm helping! Look, I'm keeping Gale awake," you insisted, nodding toward the wizard who was groggily blinking his eyes open and shut.

Gale, his head resting heavily on your shoulder, gave a weak smile. "The bard's got a point, Lae'zel. This melody is... quite invigorating," he mumbled, clearly struggling to stay conscious.

Lae'zel let out an exasperated sigh, her eyes rolling skyward. "If it keeps Gale from passing out, then perhaps your noise has some merit," she conceded begrudgingly. "But I would much prefer if you could wield that lute with the force of a mace."

You grinned, resuming your strumming with renewed vigor. "I promise, if it comes to that, I'll bash a goblin's head in with it. But for now, let me sing for you, my warrior."

As the battle raged on, you continued to play and sing, your voice carrying over the noise and chaos. You sang of bravery and strength, of love and hope, your eyes never leaving Lae'zel's fierce form as she fought for all of you. The companions around you, despite their injuries, seemed to draw some comfort and strength from your music, their groans and mutters growing quieter as they listened.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the last enemy fell, and Lae'zel stood victorious, her chest heaving with exertion. She turned back to you, her face streaked with sweat and grime, and for a moment, the fierce warrior façade cracked, revealing the depths of her worry and love for you.

She strode over to you, her steps heavy but determined, and knelt by your side. "Are you alright?" she asked, her voice low and urgent.

You nodded, still clutching your side. "I'll be fine," you said softly. "Just a scratch."

Lae'zel scoffed but there was no hiding the relief in her eyes. "You're an insufferable fool," she muttered, though her tone was more affectionate than angry.

You reached up and gently touched her cheek, your fingers brushing away some of the grime. "But I'm your insufferable fool," you said with a weak smile.

She sighed and leaned into your touch, her eyes closing briefly. "Yes, you are," she admitted. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

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#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 tav #baldurs gate tav #baldur's gate 3 #lae'zel x tav #lae'zel x reader #laezel #lae'zel #gale dekarios #bg3 x reader #bard #bg3 bard

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mellowyellow236 · 16 days ago

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DokiDoki! Wonderland

Part One, Part Two, Part Three (In progress)

(Magical Girl AU. “Yuu” will be named Yuri. While there will be no detailed description of her body, Yuri is intersex and may be referred to as such by the cast, although she mostly refers to herself as a woman)

@twstfanblog AGAIN. I FINISH THIS THE DAY AFTER YOU POST YOURS. AGAIN. We need to stop doing this with the magical girls/hj

I need to calm down my breathing. I need to relax. Those are crucial things. Relaxing. Oh God, calm down.

“Excuse me? I’m very sorry, but I don’t understand.” I bat my eyelashes lightly. He gasps, and throughs his face into my hand, still being clutched by his. New rule, don’t punch the new student. Whatever you do, don’t. Punch. Him.

“But Your Highness! You must fight the forces of darkness and Lord Malleus! Defeat the evils of the world! Save Lumeria and all that hold you dear!” I’m pretty sure the people that hold me dear are right here, in this school. Where, you know, normal people go. Everyone but him and the horde of first years that’s constantly in my face are completely sane people.

“Skully?” I do my best head tilt and puppy dog eyes. People are staring, after all. I’m going to treat this boy with the utmost kindness and understanding, or so help me God. I will be Mother Teresa to this boy with the eyes of a tortured Victorian child. I’m not even kidding when I say that, his eyes are so freaky they could only come from the same era he got his sense of style. They’re bright orange with swirls in them. Literal swirls. He shows up to school with those contacts?

“Princess!” He shouts like a dying man, “You have lost the memories of the time most important to you! My darling,” That’s a switch up from princess and I almost want the title back, “I shall be the one to explain the wonders of our world to you. If nothing else, I am your childhood friend, and I am sure you will remember after a few wonderful days!” I look up at Ma. Another one? Really?

But he doesn’t look like he’s attempting a playdate with his almost adult daughter. No, he looks confused and annoyed. When it was the firsties, he was more hopeful than upset they were in his classroom. But now, he just looks like he wants it to end…

“Well, I suppose that we’ll be seeing each other a lot if you’re in my class. I’m sure you can get to know all of the students better, me included. They’re very nice, I’m sure you’ll have plenty of friends.” I sweetly smile at him. If he doesn’t leave me alone…

“But Princess-!”

“Enough. Skully, you are making her uncomfortable.” Thank God for Ma… Did I let it show that much? Or maybe he’s just gotten better at reading me. I’ll have to figure out what my tells are. “Pup, take a walk,” I open my mouth to respond that ‘No, I can totally stay in the class with the laziest person I’ve ever met, the weirdo who’s obsessed with my friend plus that pretty guy, and junior high syndrome personified and stuck to me like glue, xoxo, I’m all good’, he adds “You will do so. Now.”

I stand, hurrying it out of there. Into the hallway, I go… Down to my spot.

There’s a knock on the window. Ace is staring at me with what I can only classify as “disdain for how much he misses me”. It’s pitiful, and even more so, that my heartstrings are being tugged. I stopped being his friend years ago. It was back when his dad got a transfer away to the other side of Tokyo. The same month, Deuce’s mom and he went to live with them. It’s actually Deuce that’s the one that knocked on the window, though. He’s got kicked puppy vibes around him. They almost make me want to call him back and be his best friend again…

No. I will not let it happen again.

But I wave and smile anyway before continuing. I make my way over to my special spot under the stairs in the history wing; The one place on campus where there’s not a single camera or window. If you hide behind the stairs, you can’t even be seen by the rest of the hallway. It smells like smoke and sex, and something else I can’t recognize and don’t want to, but it’s safe. Most of the time, anyway. When there’s not a redhead here to catch you.

“Hall pass, Yuri.” He strutted up to me, reaching about my collarbone. Maybe my neck, if we’re going even. He’s never liked me because I broke too many rules in my first year. Granted, it was with the school’s permission since the staff loves me, and also I was much worse at hiding what I was doing. He doesn’t have any reason to hate me now. Other than the fact I’m mildly passive-aggressive to him, but… He’s the worst. Nothing he could do could change that fact, so I’m completely justified.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have one… Could you make an exception? You could go with me to the science and math wing and M-Professor Crewel can say that he sent me here.” Damn it. Something about this silly boy from Britain makes me lower my guard slightly. I clap my hands together in a slightly begging ritual. I’m begging him to let me off easy, and whatever deity’s listening to help me get myself together.

“I make an exception for you every time. But since there is no point when you’ll be let off easy by your fathers anyway, I will allow it again. But you must remember to ask for a pass first!” He hisses. Well, he’s not wrong. Just baised. I never go out of class on my own, Ma always sends me out first. And he never gives me a hall pass, so nothing I can do there. “I’ll be returning you to class now.”

“I could help you with whatever work you have if you let me stay for a few minutes. I just need to calm down away from the classroom a bit.” I ask. I don’t bat my eyes or clasp his hands, just ask simply and offer homework assistance. He doesn’t get mad when that happens so it’s my best bet… Well, he doesn’t get as angry as when I try to toe that line between friendship and flirting.

“No. You will return to class unless you can give me a good reason why!” He starts increasing in volume. I need to get him to be quiet before a teacher or another student comes, otherwise, I’ll have to go back to class. Not like I need to, Pa will pass me and let me graduate as long as I stroke his ego enough, but… I don’t want to get in trouble. Or have to stay after, in an actual detention or with Riddle making me stay with him to do extra paperwork. So instead I look down and fold my hands.

“We got a new student. He kept on calling me his princess, and even his dear… He tried to tell me I should fight this ‘lord’ I don’t know in brutal combat… I just need a few minutes away…” I state. I look to the ground. I’m a pitiful damsel, you have to feel bed for me-

“Then write a written report for harassment to me. You will be returning to class now, Yuri.” He huffs, grabbing my wrist and pulling me away. At least he’s not yelling, maybe? Well, he’s a bit quieter around me most of the time. I think that incident last year helped out with that… Uncontrollably sobbing back there probably made him more wary about everything involving me, especially considering how his mind was as well… And he knows that I won’t write a report! Damn him…

I let him take me back to class. I put enough of a spring in my step that I’m a bit ahead of him, not harder to do with my much longer legs. He should recognize the melody of an old song of mine- named “Heartbreak Heaven” or something equally… That- and see that I’m not interested in a romance. Riddle doesn’t, though.

As we walk, I peek into the history room. There’s Trein at the front of the room, sighing as he deals with first years so early in the morning. Epel, that boy who immigrated from a rural town when he was little with his grandma, and that boy with white hair, Jack. He was always the dog when we played house. Epel returned to his apple farm after the Ace-Deuce duo left, while Jack was the second to go when his parents moved their family business and home further north- Jack, Ace, Deuce, then Epel. First was… I don’t remember his name.

A boy with green hair and pointy teeth, we all called him Allie since his favorite animal was an alligator. Now that I think about it, I don’t think he ever even told us his actual name. His last name started with a… Z? His dad was Mr. Z to us kids, at least. He always talked about his mom, but we never met her. Ma never let me go over to his house, and neither did any of the other parents.

He’s the only kid that I don’t know what happened to.

He’s the only ex-friend who didn’t come back to my life at this year's start.

I wish that my heart wouldn’t hurt so much when I thought about it.

I smile as I reach my classroom door on the other side of the building. It's hard to believe that I’ve walked through the building already. I look at Riddle. His expression is opposite to mine, browns drawn firmly and lips pressed together and down. It almost makes me bring out a creepy old man line, ‘You’d be so much prettier if you smiled’…

“Well, this is my classroom. Thank you for walking me back!” My voice is dripping with friendly sweetness.

“You wouldn’t have come back if I didn’t.” He huffed. He strutted past me, and I opened the door after a quick wave to his back. I head into my classroom once more, going back to my seat where I see, once again, that boy sitting right behind me. But, no matter. I am an adult who can deal with some brat, pulling my hair or-

Oh my God, he actually pulled my hair. What, is he five years old? I don’t turn, even as I feel a piece of paper being moved down my back. And now we’re passing notes? Does he want my phone number? Or does he think I’ll respond to him after being all ‘Princess! Princess!’ every moment I’ve ever seen him?

I mean, I might as well read it… Ma’s not giving out hard work right now.

“My Dearest, Princess Yuri,” Cringy opening but I don’t know why I expected differently, “I ask that you come with me to find your mother’s pearls,” Ma ain’t married and he doesn’t have any wedding pearls- What is this guy on? “Lest the darkest hour is yet to come to Lumeria. Thou must assist me in saving this world and our home- Help me, my darling Uriel, to save-” I crumbled the note in my palm and tossed it to the bottom drawer of my desk.

How did this guy find my name?

Putting aside the fact I’m named after an angel- Something that Grampa didn’t notice until we looked it up one day in elementary school and at that point it was too late to change it- It’s not on any documents anymore. After I blew up and after my first incident with a stalker, all of my details were changed to my stage name. ‘Uriel Akatsuki’ is not the name on my papers. It was before I got my driver's license, and all of the bank accounts in my birth name have since been emptied and sent to my family or had their names switched. My name, on paper, is Yuri Crowley.

Could he know something about the former incident, before even my name became a privacy concern in this world? There’s a low chance, but there still is one. I glance behind me when I turn with my paper, and he’s clearly struggling to do his work. This isn’t any honors class, but he could be faking it in some way. Or, he could be working with someone else.

That man also had white hair and an odd manner of speech…

“Excuse me, could you please help me out here, Akuta? I’m having some trouble with this problem.” I ask the boy next to me. I was smiling softly, watching as he blushed and struggled to explain it to me. I nodded along as he did.

“So, you use the- the unit circle to know the sin, I mean, the sine of 30 degrees is ⅓!” He stuttered out, cheeks ablaze with flustered heat. I smiled and nodded along, even looking suitably confused and with attempted friendliness at that godforsaken ashen boy as he put a hand on my shoulder.

“I shall assist you, Princess!” Came his voice, coming up from behind me with an oddly skeletal hand resting on me. He showed me his paper, writing that looked as though a kindergarten could do it scribbled across the various equations. Splots of ink, I don’t know their origin, covered the page. Atop it were various drawings. A crown, three kinds of bracelets, a broach, and… A necklace? Accompanying it were various… Circles, possibly? Maybe they were meant to be earrings or something else, considering they were decorated with stars and what… Could be shading.

It certainly could be.

I would really, really like to hit him right now.

“Thank you,” I spoke, attempting to smother the burning in my heart, “I am very thankful for your help, but Akuta’s already explained it so well! I’m good right now, but I’ll be sure to ask you again the next time I’m struggling.” I clasp my hands together. The smile momentarily disappears from his face, and he tilts his head darkly.

“You mean to tell me you truly struggle in this class, Princess?” He paused, his cheerful demeanor coming back after I moment. I knew it! He’s no good! He’s a no-good man who I should try to get as far away from as possible! “That is quite already, Dear!” I hate him with every fiber of my being, “I shall help you anyway! You are quite like me, we both find these numbers revolting. Perhaps, our history shall do for a better subject? You and I, Princess, both come from the greatest kingdom to ever live, Lu-”

A ruler cracks down onto the front desk.

“I’d like to remind everyone to be quiet. If you wish to talk about history, your class takes place within the next few periods. I would advise you to keep your mouths shut until then.” Ma licked his lips and the class collectively shuddered. I barely managed to retain one myself, instead choosing to focus on my paper once more. “I might need plenty of help in the equestrian club later if you’d like to see how a bad horse is treated- Something I intend to make every one of you pups better than. If anyone would like to, speak up.”

No one needed to speak. Even the jerk shut up, for once. I went back to focusing on my assignment, observing the paper as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. That note, with its lucky guess or sinister plan, has no place but the trash.

I have six months left until my senior year is over. Six months left until I set off to America, Europe, or anywhere else with a good enough college to make a living and a prayer that no one will recognize me if I dye my hair and speak their language well enough. A university anywhere but here, where there are people I need to protect.

I’ll be able to use my real name again…

Six months.

As it turns out, my least favorite part of the day will always be lunch. Has always, will always. I can barely stand up most days before I’m swarmed by students dying to get to know me better. I just need to go through the hallways and get to the roof. I’ve got plans there, I always do. I spy a hint of electric green through the crowd, in between a familiar boy with dyed hair and the stronger man he keeps to the side. They don’t notice me, and I turn away before my eyes can play any more tricks on me. He’s gone, and that’s a good thing. He can’t be in danger if he can’t be with me.

A tall boy grabs my hands as I reach the bend in the stairs to the rooftop. He looks at me, eyes staring into my soul. He’s on the football team, Aoi, I believe. He’s in my year and he’s gone to get Leona from class the few times Ruggie was absent. Although, I remember him staring at me more than he was trying to rouse Leona from sleep. I raise my eyebrows and change the shape of my mouth into a soft ‘o’. My eyes widen as he looks down and exclaims,

“Yuri Crowley, please go out with me!” As he cries it. I look away, even faking a little rosy hue to my cheeks, just to push a bit more into the act. He squeezes my hands, but I pull back and bite my lip. I bow.

“I apologize!” I say. I pretend as though I’m near tears, shifting and putting a long pause before finishing, “But I cannot be in a relationship with you. My agency does not allow our idols to date. If they did… Or conversation would be very different.” I continue to look down. If they did, this conversation would be different because I’d find some other excuse to him down. Sorry, Aoi. “However, I would love to be your friend!” A lie in certain ways. Had my situation been different, I might have wanted to. But the way things stand, I don’t have any reason yet to accept a romantic or platonic relationship with him.

I hurry up the stairs. He looks just disappointed, but I’m not going to chance a bad reaction to my rejection. I have a photoshoot tonight and I’m recording a new album over the next few days, I can’t afford to have to schedule another emergency interview to save face if he starts screaming at me.

Oh well, he doesn’t seem to be following.

When I open the door to the rooftop, I’m met by hands grabbing my arm. I look, and it’s the boy with black hair I know quite well. Deuce Spade, my childhood friend. I was always a little bit older than my peers back then, so it’s still surprising to see that he can now look me in the eye. He might even be a bit taller, now that I think about it. He releases me as soon as the door closes and bows.

“I apologize for grabbing you, Yuyu, but-”

“My name’s Yuri.” I gently correct. Well, my face is gentle. It’s smooth lines with a soft smile. My voice is much harsher. Not mean, but… Firm enough to get the point across. He can’t call me Yuyu anymore. He bites his lip and looks down again.

“Yuri, I have to ask why you don’t want to talk with me anymore. I know that our parents lost contact with each other, but that doesn’t mean we have to be strangers, too! I understand that you dislike a rulebreaker like Ace, or even if Jack, Epel, and Allie are too energetic for you! But please… Just tell me why you chose to leave-!”

“Yuri!” Came a familiar voice from a mop of dark brown hair. Chestnut eyes locked on me, large pupils giving off the image of perfect innocence that he was known for. Neige LeBlanche, my former costar and current friend. He bounded next to me, wrapping my right arm in a hug with both of his. Neige pressed a kiss to my cheek, and I responded with a nuzzle into him. “Did you get held up again? Come on! You promised to let us try a bit of your lunch today!”

I nod and put a hand in his hair. “Ah! I totally forgot it back in the classroom!” I cry, faking a look of mild surprise. It was an accident, but I don’t know anyone who’d genuinely react so cutely to it. Yep, I’ve got a salad in there. I don’t know why he wants to try what lettuce tastes like with a slightly different dressing, but he’s free to. I probably won’t finish this anyway. I look back at the man with black hair. “Sorry, I think we might have to cut this conversation short, Deuce…” I speak with a bit of mourning to my tone. I wish that was the part of this conversation that was fake.

He nods and looks at Neige. He smiles back at him, and Deuce huffs and turns tail to go down the stairs. Neige then tugs me further onto the roof, bringing me towards the waiting redhead. Rielle claps his hands together when he sees me, sea-green eyes sparkling. He gets up quickly and hugs me.

“Yuri!” He tugs me close, “It’s so good to see you again!” He greeted, nuzzling into my shoulder, messing up the hair that must have taken his stylist an hour. The little prince of entertainment, Rielle, is known for being Neige’s best friend and naive to any part of Japanese culture- But only in a cute way, of course. On or off camera, his agent would make sure he’s always told exactly what not to do. He can’t lie or read a room to save his life, but his agency sure is good at keeping him in the helpless but good-hearted role.

“You too! Ah, I know it’s only been the weekend but it feels like so much longer!” I pull him closer into the hug. Neige joins in. I’m sure whatever camera is on us today is having a field day. Rielle hums.

“I know. Did you forget your lunch again, Yuri?” He teased lightly, “I’ll give you some of mine! But you owe me cake at Monstro Lounge, okay?” I nod, clapping excitedly.

“Of course. I’m so swamped this week, though. Maybe the Sunday after this one?” I ask, cheery disposition he fails to see even a hint past. Or maybe he’s just used to liars considering his two ‘best friends’. Neige brightens at the idea.

“That sounds great! I’m free that day, but you better not pay for me too, Yuri! You do it all the time.” He giggled, and I responded in kind, Rielle soon joining in. We sat down, settling into a rather… Chatty silence, filling up the roof with nothing but pointless fluff. Even I can’t bring myself to pay attention to the meaningless chatter I’m engaging in, and Neige’s eyes seem constantly focused elsewhere, away and towards the door, as Rielle’s focus is on actually eating while holding chopsticks the correct way. I could fall asleep here…

My eyes are fluttering closed already… How odd…

I yawn, as my body sways backwards. This feels like I had something put in my drink, my entire body’s woozy… What’s wrong with me? My limbs are shaking, and I can barely stand up. I should probably leave, no, if I’m alone something bad could happen, but can I really trust those two? Can I really trust-?

The world fades to a deep, bloody red, as though everything’s been painted over in a single color. Almost like an art piece. It keeps getting darker for me, as my eyelids close by themselves… How interesting… I knew the world was supposed to go black the first time…

I collapse into something soft, blue flames tickling the edges of my vision, something odd squirming under my back. I can hear a scream, as the world tunes itself out, my senses whittling until the firm hold of sleep is upon me.

All new names mentioned that aren’t canon characters are just names I’ve decided for the background characters. Akuta (飽田), according to the linked website for the Kanji, means “boring” (1st Kanji) and “rice paddy” (2nd Kanji). According to Google Translate, it means “garbage”. Aoi (蒼士) is the other one, with the Kanji meaning “unripe” and “gentleman”. This has nothing to do with anything in the story, but just know I now have an entire document full of background character names.

#magical girl au #twisted wonderland #skully j graves #riddle rosehearts #neige leblanche #twst rielle #rielle #ace trappola #duece spade #epel felmier #jack howl #sebek zigvolt #rollo flamme #yuusona #twst disney

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scorpioriesling · 5 months ago

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Heyy, I just saw your Prompt Request Masterlist. As I scrolled down there I haven't seen one with Cassian yet.

I wondered if you'd like to write a Cassian X reader with 35 + 37 + 41 ? Pretty please?💕💕

Thank you so much for all the lovely content, can't wait to read more from you✨

Sing To Me

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Pairing: Cassian x Siren!Reader

Warning(s): mentions of blood / war

Summary: Your escape turns out to be more than you ever could've imagined. Leaving behind your old habitat didn't necissarily mean leaving old habits; what will happen when you put them to the test in order to save a gorgeous bat-in-need?

SR's Note: I'm so excited for this ask -- and you have to follow my tangent here, alright. I know this concept is a little funky maybe, but I hope you enjoy it and how it ends! I had a blast writing it for you. This uses prompts #35, #37, and #41 from my masterlist! xoxo Tags: @cynthiesjmxazrielslover

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Love was never easy. You knew that, in your long life of 478 years. You'd come to accept that over time, you may never fully experience life the way you'd dreamed you would -- you were destined, doomed to the worst fate in Prythian. A fate not many would ever understand.

Until you'd met him.

Another bitterly cold day under the water in the bog, the near pitch-blackness of it impossible to see through to the naked fae eye.

Good thing you weren't fae.

The other sirens swam about, but the heat of their bodies didn't provide any comfort as chatter of the looming war chilled your blood to the core. The others spoke as though this was a mere form of entertainment -- but not you. You found it hard to relate to others of your kind, ever longing to look like the beautiful mermaids and water wraiths that dwelled in the glittering waters of the courts. But, you were bound to this bottomless, dirty, dark pit for eternity.

When the war had finally begun, you knew it was a chance to escape. This, you decided, would be your way out.

You'd followed the stream, tail whipping violently through the murky waters for what felt like days on end. You didn't stop, even if it meant taking a slower pace at times. You left your belongings, only sparing the necessary healing items you may need.

If you were swimming into battle, you'd surely find those in handy.

After ages upon ages, the water began to thin, the dark, muddiness of it fading away as chrystalline waters beckoned for promise ahead. Even halfway between the dank water and the clear blue of the ocean, you'd found it hard to adjust your eyes to the blinding light from above. You were more adapted to the cloudy skies of the bog whenever you felt corageous enough to break the surface of your home lagoon, but this... this was so clear and vast that it took effort to adjust to the change.

When all of the filth had subsided, you noticed a few dark tendrils floating alongside you. They shone beautifully in the light, the sun reflecting upon them, framing each hilight and contour. Your hair. It was beautiful, the muck washing away with each movement of your head.

Gods, it'd been ages since you'd seen a mirror. The broken glass you'd kept didn't work too well in those murky waters.

Looking down, you decided you were quite alluring. The black pearls that stretched over your shoulders, covering most of your breasts only accentuated your moon-white skin. The feathery, ink-black tail that powerfully bobbed behind you... you understood now, why sirens were the ones that could call to any male and get an answer, not mermaids.

The water was glinting with sunlight, but as you kept swimming, you noticed odd shapes floating within. First, a trunk floated by. Then, a few red fruits bobbed along as you continued on your way, gripping your black fishnet bag tightly.

You finally understood the reasoning for the odd objects as you continued your trek.

Pieces of splintered wood cascaded around you, one piece pricking your finger when you reached out to grasp it. Ouch. But more than that, the water was rather... disturbed, ahead. Splashing from the surface indicated as much, and with every stride closer, you could hear roaring, voices, screams-

Splash!

All of a sudden, an anchor was being lowered just in front of you. The heavy iron had your eyes wide as it sank to the ocean floor, and peering up at the surface, you saw more than just the sunlight casting glow after glow throughout the water.

More items began breaking the surface, sinking heavily all around you. First, a bed. Then, random broken bits of china that looked as sharp as the wood. No touching.

A body.

Two.

Blood everywhere.

Your pupils dilated, the scent of blood filling your nose as male after male drifted along, blood pouring from them in delicious crimson waves. The sight was mouth-watering, the lurch in your stomach almost too much as you realize you hadn't feasted in days-

No. That wasn't why you'd come. You came to help, to change your ways -- eating those you'd hoped would accept you wouldn't do you any good. Though they were already dead...

You violently shook your head, longing to clear your mind from the insatiable, hungry, ravenous plaguing thoughts. Loud echoing sounded from above, almost lous enough to hurt your ears. You winced, drawing closer and closer to the surface.

Sploosh!

You rear back, your hands flailing wildly to avoid the sinking ship before you. The flags pulled in water with their wake, threatening to tangle you up and drown you had you not swam away. The wood of the ship's architecture cracked, sinking under it's own weight slowly. You would make out the gold lettering on the side as it fell.

ES.

Hmm.

You swam above it, watching as the Nesta fell slowly, the large explosions above the water pinching your eardrums. You closed your eyes hard, bracing for the shock, waiting to break the surface-

Your eyes flew wide as you gasped for air, your lungs filling with smoke. The scent, the air, all of it; you choked, couching and wheezing as you treaded to keep upright. When you finally cleared your lungs, you looked around, really looked. So many ships, so many warriors on them, so many-

Bang!

Another explosion sent a ship up in flames, and you crossed your arms before your face to sheild from the blinding light. Screams all around, so much pain...

"Cassian!"

You heard the screaming before you saw him. A bird, a bat -- he fell from the sky, large wings crumpling and broken as he headed for the water. You knew this was it. You had to go, you had to go now.

You couldn't swim fast enough and watched as his body cascaded into the water before you. Too far. He was too far. You swam faster, coming to the surface to look for him. Surely, he'd fallen near here? You couldn't miss an enormous pair of wings, but... no matter where you looked, you only saw broken bodies and shattered wood. No him, anywhere.

You dorve underneath the surface once more to continue swimming, but that's when you spotted it -- those mangled, shredded wings drifting delicately in the water. You frantically swam to him, reaching to grab him, help him, but he fell out of reach.

He was sinking.

There was no way you'd get him back to his ship, you couldn't even leave the water; and he was too heavy.

You wrapped your arms beneath his shoulders, wrapping tight before kicking your tail with all your might in an attempt to bring you both back to the surface. It worked, a little. You slowly made your way up, his wings as fragile as a jellyfish tentacles. You made sure not to touch them.

When you finally broke the surface once more, you gasped, hauling him over a flat piece of wood and turning his face to yours. Gods, he was glorious. Your hand searched for his heart, a pulse to reassure you he wasn't dead -- you found nothing.

Panic set in, and you racked your brain for what to do in a situation like this one. You weren't used to healing or helping the fae -- usually, you would simply lure them in and have them for dinner.

Healing. That's what you needed to do.

A tidal wave almost pushed him off the wood, but you clung to him in an attempt to keep him grounded upon it. Thinking quickly, you shoved the mass, steady enough to keep him afloat but quickly to avoid being seen, avoid any more destruction. Land, you'd thought. He needed a stable place to rest, for you to work -- the shoreline.

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"Cauldron damned, you better be worth saving."

You grumbled as you hauled him ashore, as far out of the water that you could reach without completely exiting it. It took massive, exhausting effort to get him here, but the deserted coast would be perfect for your attempt to revive him.

You slung your bag off your shoulder, the action slashing wet sand onto his cheek. You grimaced, reaching out to brush the wet sediment off. Your fingers lingered only for a moment as you stared, his handsomely carved features stunning you.

Heal him.

Right.

As you began digging in your bag, a strangled cough sounded beside you. Your eyes fixated on him as his chest heaved, a more sound cough echoing in his throat. He kept going, coughing, gasping, reaching for air-

Then he slowly opened his eyes. The milky chocolate brown orbs roamed wildly, first taking in the sky, then double-taking when he saw you.

"H....Holy SHIT!" He shouted, frantically pushing up onto his elbows and staggering backward. You flinched, a little afraid something like this would happen. His chest heaved wildly, his wings attempting to flare but only resulting in a pained groan and a hand on his ribs.

"It... it isn't good to move around in your condition," You offer, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. His eyes tracked the movement, growing wider and wider at the touch.

"What are you... who are you?" He asks, his hand still bracing his side.

"I'm... here to help you," you say, and his face contorts in pain.

"What?"

"Lie back down." You say, pushing lightly on his shoulder. To your surprise, he doesn't argue, but simply lies on his back, groaning with the movement. You move close again, leaning over him to get a good look.

"I... I think I can help, with your wings," you say. His nostrils flare as pain crashes through him again and again.

"Why." He asks lowly. Your brows knit.

"Why... why what?" You ask, reaching for the seaweed salve you'd brought. You extemd a hand to apply it, and he jerks backward, his steely glare holding yours.

"Why are you helping me." He grits out. "Why are you?"

"Y/N, is my name." You say, and he looks you up and down, at the tail curling into the water behind you.

"And you're... a, what? Healer? Mermaid?" He quizzes.

You sigh heavily. "Something like that."

He sits straighter, his gaze softening only slightly. "How do I know you're not working for Hybern?"

You knit your brows again. "High Who?"

He reads your expression, the corner of his lips tilting upwards. "Nevermind," he says, scootching closer. "You said, you have something to make it," he winces in pain again. "Better?"

You nod, showing him your balm. "Yes I do," you say. He sighs, contemplating his choice. Finally, shaking his head, he extends his wing to you slightly.

You press your fingers to his wing, near the tip of it and run them along the spine gently. Turns out, his wings are not feathery -- they're quite leathery. Strong.

He groans in pain again, and you gulp as you scoot closer, your hip touching his in the sand.

"What is your name?" You ask politely. He glances to you, and you suck in a breath. Gorgeous.

"Cassian," he answers, and you trail your fingers lower, brushing the weeds closer to the base of his wings. He continues to flinch in pain, and you try your best to distract him.

"From?"

"The Night Court." You nod solemnly.

"I've heard of it. The Cursebreaker; the High Lady, she dwells there." He nods, chuckling a bit.

"She sure does."

It's quiet for only a moment as you reach for the wing on the other side, not quite finding it with your fingers.

"And you?" He asks. His eyes meet yours, and you realize how close you'd become to his lips. So... decadent, practically begging to be chewed-

"Where do you dwell?" He asks. You shake your head lightly, repositioning to sit on his leg to better reach the other wing.

"I'm from... a few places." You settle on, and he shakes his head slowly.

"So mysterious. A pretty, dark-tailed lady comes to my rescue, and won't even tell me where she's from?" You blush, his kind words to foreign to your ears. He thought you were pretty.

"Well.. uh, why thank you." You blubber. He chuckles, his straight white teeth gleaming in the setting sun. Your pupils begin to dilate.

"What would help you relax?" You ask, adjusting your position but only slipping right onto his lap. His large hands grasp your exposed waist, steadying you but not your racing heart. And... mind.

"Well, my best friend's mother used to sing to me when I was young and in need of comfort," he suggests. "Always calmed me down."

Sing. Gods, this was going horribly.

"I... can't sing." You lied. His hands held firm as you continued to work the balm across his wing, and you couldn't help but feel flustered.

"Oh, neither could Rhys' mom," he huffed a laugh. "I promise I won't judge, even if it really is bad," he shrugs, his deep eyes peering into yours.

You gulped. Maybe, if you sang with no ill-intent, you wouldn't seduce him? He wouldn't fall into your gift-given trap, as all the other males did?

"Well, singing you shall have then, Cassian." You cleared your throat, and he looked up at you with a small smile. You began your song, singing with more love and affection than hunger and desire. You could only hope he would respond well.

You hadn't realized your eyes drifted closed until the end of your tune, and you opened them slowly to look to your new companion.

"That. Was. Beautiful." His arms wrapped around your waist, his hands pulling you closer to him. You squeaked, gripping his shoulder for stability.

"No, I-"

"Y/N," he said, his voice more gravelly and low than before. "You absolutely can sing. You're a good singer." He smiled lazily. Great. Your attempt to give him the benefit of the doubt didn't work.

"Thank you," you responded, scooping the last of the salve from the tin to spread over his wings. When you went to rub it on, he moved it out of reach. Your brows knit, and you looked at him to see a playful smirk on his face.

You reached again, only for him to move back at the last second. You scowled softly, turning your attention to his face once more.

"Cassian." You warned, and he chuckled brightly at you.

"You gotta... be quicker... than me," he drawled, his hands rubbing up and down the exposed skin on your waist. You lunged for his wing, almost getting it before he reared back again.

"Cassian!" You reprimanded. "Do you want me to heal you or not?" You said sternly. He only howled, laughing and smiling happily while looking up at you.

"Ahh, Y/N," he sighed. "You're cute when you're angry."

You rolled your eyes, but the blush in your cheeks told a different story. His fingers trailed up, brushing against the skin of your shoulders as he looked longingly, lustfully at you.

"You know... actually, we would make a really cute couple," he chuckled again, and you shook your head at his nonsense as you attempted to move from his lap. His rather... hardening, lap.

This was not good.

"Cassian, come on, let's get you into the shade so you can sleep this off, okay?" You said kindly. His fingers traced along your jawline, brushing a piece of damp hair behind your ear.

"I will... if you admit you're a good singer." He smiles cheekily.

You groan. "Ughhh, Cassian, please, will you just shut up and-"

"Kiss me already." He whispers, his gaze fully entranced on you. His pulse was prevalent, his neck vein throbbing as he leaned closer. He looked so damn delicious, you could almost take a bite-

You gently caress his face, pressing his lips to yours. Your insides knot, the hungry feeling rising as he moves his lips against yours. You almost break when his tongue slides against your bottom lip, but keep it together enough to pull away. His pupils are almost as blown wide as yours.

"Y/N-" he groans.

"We need to get you to the shade," you insist.

"I wanna kiss you again," he whines. A small smile plays on your lips at his words.

"Soon," you say, kissing his temple.

As soon as you sleep this spell off, anyway.

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just-dino-maggie · 2 years ago

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could you do 24, 28, and 42 with trevor zegras and the reader is jack hughes twin or something? xoxo <3

Thank you so much for the request! I hope you like it! I did change it up a little bit but I still think it’s cute! I really hope you don’t mind!

Everyone is aged up one year to make this work lol

24. “I needed you.”

28. “I hate you.” “No you don’t.”

42. “I love you and it scares the hell out of me!”

Being the youngest Hughes is a wonderful challenge. I’m 19, a year younger then Luke but the same grade at U of M. I’m so insanely proud of my older brothers and their success but sometimes I feel like I’m a disappointment. They’re all in the NHL and I’m simply a college student. I’m just their little sister, nothing more.

I was 13 years old when I first realized I was in love with Trevor Zegras. He was 16 and barely noticed I existed. I’m Jacks little sister after all. He was sweet with me, always asking me how my day was and making sure the other boys never gave me a hard time. In my eyes he was the perfect guy.

After he was drafted I didn’t see him for a few years. He was off to college in Boston and Jack was in New Jersey. We just never crossed paths. I made sure we didn’t, he was dating and enjoying being a student athlete. If I saw him like that, with those girls, it would have hurt too bad.

From age 15-18 I never really saw him. Until last years summer when a freshly 18 years old Y/n decided that she got to go to the lake house. I was a mess, it was a tough year for me. I was being constantly overlooked by everyone in my life. I was Luke’s little sister, nothing more.

Worst of all, I could tell my best friend Sofia was starting to fall for Jack. She never said anything or did anything about it until I told her to. I want her to be happy but it felt like a stab in the heart.

I did the dumbest thing I think I’ve ever done. I kissed Trevor. I was so lonely and he had looked at me differently that summer. He looked at me like I was something more then I had been before. I thought he finally saw me. But instead he looked at me in my eyes after I kissed him and said “You’re Jack’s little sister, we can’t.” My heart shattered and it has been that way since.

Luke, Jack, and Sofia have insisted that I come to the lakehouse this year. Luke claims that I have to because he’s starting next season with New Jersey. Apparently he’ll miss me so much so I have to hang out with him this summer. Jack says that he really wants me there for Sofia, which I understand. Sofia is my best friend so of course she wants me to go.

I tried to say no. The embarrassment of last year still hung over me but they all had really great reasons. I’ve missed all of them so terribly. Also I can’t tell them the reason I don’t want to go. It would crush Jack and mortify me.

It’s only been a few days at the lake house and ignoring Trevor has been difficult. He tried to talk to me when we first got here but I brushed him off. I’ve been glued to Luke and Sofias side so I don’t have to talk to him.

This morning I wake up early. I immediately wrap my blanket around myself and run to the kitchen to get a drink. What’s better then hot chocolate and sunrises? Half way to the kitchen I run right into someone.

When I look up at the person steadying me, familiar blue eyes hold my gaze. “Will you excuse me?” I ask politely, trying to push past him.

He doesn’t let me go. “Last year you were all over me and now you can’t stand to be around me for more then 5 seconds. What’s that about?”

My face goes red. “I hate you.”

“No you don’t. We both know you don’t hate me.” He smirks for a second, clearly enjoying the fact that I can’t deny him. “What’s going on? Why won’t you talk to me? Is this about last year… I thought we could move past that.”

“I can’t,” I whisper. “I needed you.”

He looks even more confused. He moves his hands off of me to run them through his hair. “You needed me to kiss you?”

“No,” I shake my head. “No I needed you to see me. I needed you to look at me and like me for me; despite being Jacks sister. But you can’t do that. I can’t get close to you again. It hurts to much.”

He holds my face, “I do, I see you.”

“Not the way I want you to.” I finally push away from him. I only get a few steps away before I’m being spun around and pushed up against a cabinet. His lips are on mine. He’s kissing me so hard… he’s ravaging me.

He pulls away quicker then I had hoped. I wanted to be consumed by him for a little longer. To know for sure that the desire is there for both of us. Not just me.

“I see you. I love you and it scares the hell out of me!” I gasp at his words.

I kiss him softly on the lips, “Why does it scare you?”

“In my mind you were just Jack’s sweet little sister. Then I saw you last year and you were so different. I guess 2 plus years changes a person a lot. You were still so sweet but you were grown up. Smart, dedicated, beautiful. I’ve spent the past year obsessing over you. I want you so bad but it could ruin the relationship I have with your family. I don’t know if I could handle Jack hating me, but now I know that being apart from you might be even worse. I’m so scared to lose you guys.”

His voice cracks ever so slightly on that last sentence. I hate that he feels so helpless, like loving me could tear him appart. I’m not sure how to reassure him so I just say, “I love you too Trevor, everything is going to be okay.”

We go outside to watch the sunrise, cuddling together on the outdoor furniture. Everytime I feel unsure I look at Trevor and when his eyes meet mine I know that everything will turn out fine. Because I love him and he loves me and that’s all I really need.

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