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lec743 · 2 years ago

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Bloody Flora AU (FNAF Fanfic)

Goal achieved for the reader, but plans don’t go as planned. Also, thank you everyone for your likes and comments and especially your reblogs. I enjoy writing @oobbbear’s Bloody Flora AU. It’s like a really fun slice of life thing that has that little dash of magic that I especially love. I’ve been writing them as friends for the most part, but I’m going to be pushing more and more the romantic route in the future updates.

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You don’t know if it’s the change of winter turning to spring or if it’s all the rain that’s been pouring down, but the customers that have been visiting your shop, The Bloom and Gloom, have been incredibly rude. Customers have insulted the way your bouquets are arranged. Customers have insulted the competency of your workers. Customers have insulted your establishment, and the final straw on the camel’s back was when a customer decided to throw a bouquet of flowers into your face after some man, that he was trying to woo, rejected him. You closed early after that.

Mumbling and muttering to yourself, you cleaned up the mess, and you sat the flowers to the side for Moon and Sun to eat as a snack for them later. Once you were done you trudge down to your basement. You squinted through the gray darkness as you looked at the homemade coffins that sat on the cold concrete floor. Sun and Moon made them, themselves. They didn’t want your help in buying materials for their coffins, so they’re made from scrap wood and scavenged items that they found around the city. Though you did convince them to accept your “already on hand” blankets, pillows, and colorful house paint, that you most certainly didn’t buy while they weren’t looking.

You were debating on which Vampire to bother when you heard a rush of water coming out of the basement bathroom. You listened to the normal shuffling of a person going about their business in the bathroom before the door creaked open. Illuminated by the nightlight in the bathroom was Moon.

Moon looked up at you with a tired frown and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“The customers haven’t been the nicest today, so I closed the shop early. Can I cuddle with you for a little while?”

Moon yawned wide, his fangs making him more intimidating than he really is, and he nodded at you as his left ear twitched like how you’ve seen cat ears twitch.

You walked over to a coffin decorated to look like the night sky in a dark forest. It contrasted Sun’s coffin that was painted to look like a sunny flower field. You understood Moon’s taste in wanting his bed to look like what would be the safest place for them to be in, but you had to have Sun explain his decorating choice. As you laid down in the coffin with Moon, you smiled to yourself as you remembered Sun telling you that it was a wish to be able to see what actively hurts him. Like how people go to space. It’s possible, but it’ll hurt you immediately if there aren’t proper protections. He doesn’t have access to proper protections yet.

The lid to the coffin thumped a bit as it sat into place, and you wrapped your arm across Moon’s middle and buried your face and other hand into his chest fur. His winged arms draped over your frame like a thin but warm blanket. Not that you needed a blanket with the way the coffin was lined with soft blankets and pillows, making the coffin nice and cozy, like being in a pillow fort.

You were already drifting to sleep for a little mid-day nap when Moon’s soft voice spoke up. Through a yawn he asked, “So what happened?”

You mumble about crappy customers and their bad taste in flora décor and themes. You don’t tell him about the insults, but you do inform Moon that there’s a bundle of flowers that him and Sun can have in the evening.

Moon yawned again as he shifted his hold to comb his clawed hand through your hair; lightly scratching your scalp with them and lulling you faster into sleep.

“You need a vacation,” Moon huffed lightly as he drifted back to sleep.

You could only give a tired, “Mm-hm,” as your answer before you went unconscious.

You dreamed of floating through the stars and of having tea parties with pine trees. When you were startled awake by Moon as he tried not to wake you up, you sprang up with an enthusiasm like you hadn’t just woken up from a six-hour nap.

“Let’s go camping!”

“Now?” you heard Sun ask behind you.

“No! Just—” you were interrupted by your own yawning, “Look. Because of your help, I’ve been able to make more money, and all three of us can take a vacation. Let’s go camping as our vacation, next weekend, what do you two think?”

You looked through the gray darkness between the green and orange neon Vampire fruit bats. You could see the outline of Sun and his ears were pinned to the side of his head. Moon, since you were still in the same coffin as him, was easier to see and he was nodding while his ears were perked high on his head.

“I like the idea of going camping,” Moon stated.

“I don’t.”

You and Moon turned to Sun.

“Why not,” you asked.

“Well, technically, Moon and I have been camping for most of our lives.”

“Ah.”

Moon tsked, “Oh, come on. Being homeless and going camping isn’t going to be the same thing.”

You saw Sun cross his arms over his chest and ask, “Oh, yah? How?”

“Well, obviously, now we have a home to return to,” you felt your hair being pushed behind your ear by clawed hands as Moon asked, “Right, Moonflower?”

You grab Moon’s hand and say, “Of course we have a home to return to. I don’t want to live in the woods forever. I just want to visit them for a while. For the weekend, specifically.”

You could see Moon direct his wide smile at you through the gray darkness and you got out of his coffin and pulled him out. You turned back around to see Sun with his arms still crossed, as it looked like he was still thinking about it. You bobbed on your tip toes as you waited for his answer.

Sun sighed, then said, “Okay. I’ll give it a try.”

An involuntary squeal was squeezed out of you from your excitement, and you rushed Sun to give him a big hug, “I promise I’ll make if fun for you two. Okay? I promise! I promise! I promise!”

Sun wrapped his winged arms around your upper back and pulled you close to him before flipping you and pulling you into his coffin. He snuggled his face into your hair as his long spindly legs wrapped around your waist and he pulled you even closer to his chest.

“Okay. Okay. I believe you.” Sun chuckled into your hair.

“Sun, come on. We need to eat then get to work,” Moon complained as you felt the Vampire shake his brother’s shoulder.

“You got to sleep with Lavender. I want my turn,” then lowly in your ear he asked, “If that’s okay with you.”

You yawn again. “I could sleep for a bit longer. Ten more minutes, Moon. Pretty please?”

Moon sighed, then said, “Fine, I’ll start the night first.”

“Thank you, baby bro,” Sun called out as Moon walked away.

“Yah, yah,” Moon’s voice echoed from the stairwell.

You smiled at their interaction as you snuggled further into Sun’s warmth since the coffin lid was left open. As you drifted into simi-sleep, you felt Sun breath you in deeply as he nuzzled against you.

The weekend came sooner than you thought, but not soon enough as you planned and bought things that you would need to accommodate yourself and your roommates. You made sure you had shades and big old umbrellas and that your truck’s shell had the windows covered. You had snacks and a fire starter kit and pool floaties for the lake and all kinds of things that should be fun not just for yourself, but for your giant bat friends.

Right before the rising sun, you and your roommates loaded into your truck; them in the very back being covered by the shell and window blinds that you put up, and you, up front, driving the truck. Since it was so early you didn’t think you’d be delayed by traffic. You were mistaken. First there was a traffic jam that lasted three hours. Then your truck popped a tire, and because it was the middle of the day, your friends couldn’t help you change your tire, so you struggled for an hour and a half with the changing. When the three of you finally made it to the campgrounds, you were late for your scheduled meet up with the campgrounds worker and they gave away the campsite that you reserved to someone else and so you were forced to be in a shitty backwoods area instead of being by the lake.

The troubles didn’t end there. You tried to go on a nature hike with your friends by having them poof down to their tiny bat size to hide under your wide brim hat, but you ended up getting lost and Moon accidentally got burnt by the sun when you stumbled over a log. Then when you tried to take a nature hike with Sun and Moon at night, you got attacked by an angry raccoon. Then when you tried to go to sleep with them in your truck, Sun’s rays accidentally popped your air mattress with his head frills and the three of you ended up sleeping on your hard truck bed instead.

The next day wasn’t any better. During the night it rained, and it got so cold that everything froze over. You were so mad. The news said that it was going be a sunny warm spring weekend. You didn’t have the means to cook anything or to make a fire because everything was wet and coated with a layer of ice. You could still eat your food that you brought; it just would have tasted better cooked.

In some semblance of trying to make things fun again, you pulled out all the board games that you brought and played like a fun smash up of every game you got. Like every time you say sorry in the game of Sorry you had to pull a block from the Jenga Tower and if you made the tower tip, you had to draw ten cards from the Uno deck. That kind of elaborate game playing made your mood and your friends moods lift.

So, feeling a bit cocky and wanting to show the boys a good time out in the woods, you took them to the lake to go moonlight ice skating. The ice was sturdy, or so you thought, as the three of you slipped and danced on the ice together, but eventually you fell through the ice. You were lucky that you only fell through ice where the water only went up to your hips, but it wasn’t the best feeling in the world. Moon and Sun rushed you back to your campsite and sat you in the truck, blasted the heaters, wrapped you in a blanket, and then cuddled against you in the truck’s front seat.

When your shivering subsided to the point where you could speak without chittering, you sighed, defeated, “I’m sorry. Let’s go home early.”

“Okay,” they both said. Moon sounded sad while Sun sounded neutral.

You scooted off their laps and double checked that there wasn’t anything that you three were leaving behind, then you drove home. It was quiet the entire drive back. You didn’t unload anything as you parked in your parking place, you didn’t have the energy for it, and the three of you went inside. You immediately went to your room to take a hot bath and sulk.

Now warm, but not feeling any better, you went to your living room, flopped face first into your couch, then turned on your tv to watch a re-run cartoon that you and Moon like to watch together sometimes. You were alone for a few minutes, moping to yourself, when Moon’s legs came into your view.

“May I sit with you?”

You lean back so that he could sit down and then you rest your head and arms in his lap. He smelled of fresh strawberries and his fur was lightly damp against the back of your neck. A few minutes after that, Sun was asking to sit on the couch too as he was carefully running a slightly torn towel over his damp head. You lifted your legs up and when he sat down, you draped your legs over his lap.

The three of you sat silently in the dark as you watched the tv. Then with a sigh, you said, “I’m sorry, gentlemen, for not keeping my promise to make the camping trip fun…”

“What are you talking about. I had a lot of fun,” Moon stated.

“You got sunburnt,” you reminded him.

You felt Moon shift uncomfortably from the memory. “I mean yah, that wasn’t great, but that wasn’t the only thing that happened. We got to see the starry night sky shining down on us through the woods. I got to hold and pet a raccoon that’s kind of like a fat angry cat. The board game sessions were a major highlight, and I didn’t think I’d like raw cheese, yet here I am, perfectly happy to chomp on a block of cheese whenever I want… Especially if it’s with an apple.”

You sigh then said, “Well, that’s good, I guess, but I’m pretty sure I ruined Sun’s opinion on camping in the future.”

“No. I think I’d like to try again some time,” Sun stated.

You sat up to look at Sun. “Really?”

“Really. I was nervous, but it was nice being out there with you two. I liked seeing the sunlight dapple the forest floor. I also liked the board game session, that we should definitely do more often, here. And it was nice, ice skating with you. Your smile seems even more beautiful under moonlight, Lavender.”

You found yourself pouting at your living room floor, unable to look at Sun after that complement. “Well, if that’s the case, we’ll try again, but maybe sometime during the summer instead of in the spring.”

You felt winged arms wrap around you from behind and Moon pulled you into his lap. “That’s great! When it’s warmer, Sun and I can show you our fun games that we made up.”

You giggle at the idea of Moon and Sun being younger and making up silly kid games. “I would like that.

Sun scooted closer and rested his head on Moon’s shoulder and he dragged your legs over his lap. The three of you continued to watch tv until you fell asleep on them. Maybe it wasn’t the best first camping trip you’ve ever been on, but you did enjoy going out with them, and no matter the troubles you faced, that’ll always be a plus in your books.

#fnaf #fanfiction #bloody flora au #oobbbear

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notnctu · 4 years ago

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through the lens ❀ l.jn

❀ lee jeno x fem!reader ❀ genre - slow burn, smut/mature content, fluff (romance?), slight angst ❀ details - photographer!jeno, model!reader, college!au, shy!jeno but he aint shy in bed, strangers to fuckers!au ❀ word count - 8k (this is the longest thing ive ever written) ❀ warnings - nude modeling, swearing, oral (f/receiving), some sweet love makin’ ❀ brief synopsis - jeno asks you to model for his internship project, but little did you know, it was going to be a nude photo shoot.

❝ jeno was too shy to hold eye contact, but he stared at you endlessly through the lens. ❞

❀ a/n - hihihi this is author doie❀ ! im bad at writing smut so pls dont hate me ah ha lol i tried my best i also dont model/do professional photography so really apologize if i butcher any terms lmaoo the only thing i am is that im in college and im shy

Jeno had applied to almost a hundred internships and almost close to none returned with an offer, even after a whole month of waiting. He absolutely needed to start building his portfolio before the beginning of his senior year of college. The embarrassment of possibly graduating without any experience loomed over the desperate boy.

Photography had been more than a hobby to him, to the point where he wanted to take it seriously. His parents weren’t the most supportive of an Arts major, but that couldn’t stop him. Jeno saw the best through a camera lens. He had a special eye for beautiful moments and the impressing urge to capture it forever.

It was too late to change his major, if he wanted to graduate with all of his friends. If he wanted to be successful, he had to act on it now.

The swoosh! of a new email startled the sleeping boy. He stared at the brightly lit screen, reading the words over and over again to make sure it was real. Jeno was so enthralled with excitement that he scrambled out of bed to wake up his roommate, Jaemin.

He shook him so violently that the sheets fell from Jaemin’s warm body. “Dude! I got an internship!” He spoke with incredible glee, a wide smile couldn’t leave his face.

Jaemin groaned and had to hold Jeno by the shoulders to halt the boy from causing the room to spin. “Why--What is going on?” He dazely rubbed his tired eyes to blink at his giddy roommate.

The screen blinded Jaemin as it was shoved too closely to adjust. “Whoa--,” he pushed it away and shut his eyes, “--repeat what you just said one more time.” Jaemin held a finger up and Jeno grabbed it, jumping onto his best friend’s bed.

“I got an internship. Someone got back to me.” Jaemin returned the same excitement the moment he processed his words. He shot up in bed and hugged his friend tightly.

“Wo-w, dude! Congratulations!” The two boys hurried on their feet to cheer together. There was no concern for the rest of their housemates, only celebration that roared throughout the entire night.

Truthfully, Jeno had no recollection of applying to this studio. It could have been a random link on a job scouting website, but he couldn’t be more grateful. An internship was long overdue and Jeno had been itching to get some recognition for his craft.

“Hello, I’m Lee Jeno.” He bowed slightly at the receptionist, who had a stern stare that made him feel vulnerable. The first thing he noted about the office: white and minimalistic.

Jeno’s specialty was landscape photography. His aesthetics consisted of black and white filters, city lights, dark mood lighting, and background commotion. He enjoyed capturing chaos the most, a scene where more than one thing was happening. The only reason being that there was more to look at.

“Nice to meet you. The name is Lee Taemin, but you can call me what you please.” A young, lean man strolled his way towards Jeno with a wide grin and his hand for him to shake. Taemin was slightly shorter than him, but his stylish, expensive boots made up for his height. He had to be only a maximum of five years older than Jeno as Taemin appeared relatively youthful.

Taemin’s firm grip pulled Jeno along inside the studio. A small gasp escaped from Jeno which earned robust laughter from the older man. “I hope you can break out of your shell soon. There is no room for timidness around here, Mister Lee.”

“Please, you can call me Jeno.” He smiled, quite awkwardly at the beautiful man.

The tall glass windows, the concrete, gray floor, the white doors that lined the hallway, had to be all too predictable. Jeno envisioned this is what high class must look like. It was the pristine, bright feeling and the smell of vanilla that lingered distastefully. There was chatter behind the closed doors --- mainly directing, and high praises.

The only off-put was that photographers worked behind closed doors. From the few studios he has visited previously, photographers often worked in open spaces due to lighting fractures or the ability to roam more freely.

“I’m actually very ecstatic you signed up for the internship, since you do seem a bit on the younger side.” Taemin gestured toward the sofa in the middle of his massive office. Jeno sat across from him. Water was already placed on the glass coffee table that separated the two. A laptop was opened to face Taemin.

Jeno slyly rubbed the condensation from his palms on his jeans. Taemin’s stare bore deep into the shy boy, who had to break eye contact from time to time. “I know.” Jeno chuckled nervously, “thank you for getting back to me. I was really hoping to gain work experience through mentorship.”

Taemin nodded at everything Jeno was saying. His face being completely expressionless. Jeno sipped his water to regain moisture in his dry throat. Taemin was more intimidating than he was anticipating. “Sounds great. Happy to have you here. It might be a small business, but the experience is worth investing in. Every photographer who has come in and out of my building has found their forte. Let’s say, it’s eye opening.”

“That’s exactly what I was looking for actually.” As scared as he was of this mysterious man, he really enjoyed the comfort the environment radiated.

Taemin leaned forward and squinted at the screen. “I noticed in the portfolio you sent that you don’t have any portraits or any people, in general, in your photos. Do you have any works with people? Since this is a studio of fine art nude photography.”

Nude. Jeno practically choked on the last remaining spit he gathered. Taemin acknowledged the boy’s shocked reaction and tilted his head curiously, “you did know that I specialize in contemporary fine art nude photography, right?” Unfortunately, Jeno did not.

Jeno cleared his throat, “yes, of course. I wanted to challenge myself.” He had to lie, there was no other way to cover up his disbelief. This internship was the only hope left for him to gain something. Though, even the thought of shooting a naked body made him anxious.

He hated how timid he was. His friends and family say otherwise, mainly for the reason that Jeno automatically lit up behind a camera. In all honesty, he hid behind it. It was the only safe place that Jeno knew what he was doing. However when it came to real life situations without it, he lacked the confidence to be himself.

As ironic as it was, he hated being seen. He liked to be the background character in his own life, because the main character took too much of a toll. It could also be his deafening insecurities and lack of self esteem, but Jeno didn’t mind not being the center of attention.

“You like a challenge?” It was more of a statement rather than a question. Jeno caught a glimpse of the twinkle in Taemin’s dark eyes. “Then for your first task, I want you to show me that you can take on this role.”

Jeno scrambled for his phone to jot down notes. “Send me an emotional portfolio, model of your choice. They could be a friend of yours that you feel comfortable seeing naked. It must include a variation of headshots, full body, and body details. It must also be raw and unedited photos. I want to see if you have the eye for the art to capture these types of images.”

“When would you like it by?” He stammered, completely winded at the sudden project that unloaded on top of him.

“Next Friday, and you’ll present it to me here in person. Feel free to use this studio if you don’t have a place of your own with equipment. All you need to do is book a room with the front desk. Any other questions?” The sound of the laptop shutting caused Jeno to look up at the brilliance in front of him. He needed Taemin to help him succeed.

“Why do you take nude photography?”

Taemin was unable to stop the laughter that erupted into the room. “I don’t run a pimp business or sell soft core porn, if that’s why you’re staring at me so funnily. What I make is an art masterpiece, it has nothing to do with physical features or desires. It’s the pure emotion that clothing distracts from. Clothing conforms the model into an aesthetic, and while that works for editorials, it won’t be a consistent thing here.”

Jeno nodded understandingly. Overwhelmed and lost at words. He was unsure what he had gotten himself into. Where was he going to find a model on such short notice on such lewd conditions? He was really going to need to step out of his comfortable zone, in his photography and social skills.

Taemin stood up and extended his hand once more. “I take pride in my art, so I hope you, too, start finding that in your own.”

Jaemin held his stomach from the endless laughter, tears welling up in his eyes. “Nud-Nude photography? And you didn’t know?”

“Jaemin, keep it down.” Jeno whispered and cautiously peered around at the few people flooding into the small lecture hall. “I don’t want everyone in our club to misunderstand and think I’m some creep.”

His best friend straightened up in his seat and placed his hand on Jeno's slumped shoulder, “first of all, you’re a complete idiot for not researching. Secondly, it’s an art form. If you really got yourself a shady, rated R internship, I would’ve told you to drop it instantly.”

His spirits were slightly lifted, but he was still struggling with who he should ask to model for him. As much as he’s already seen of Jaemin, being his roommate, he honestly would rather leave the rest to imagination. Jeno wasn’t purposefully searching the room for a candidate, but he could not stop his eyes from drifting.

He spotted the most attractive side profile that sat two rows below him. He shook his head to make sure he was seeing her correctly. Peering around, he looked for another possible face to shoot. But oh god, how she caught his eye every time she even slightly moved.

You smiled happily with your friends by your side as your club’s executive board members introduced this year’s goals and events to attend. It had to be the smallest amount of alcohol still running in your system that caused you to giggle every time guys tried to turn around and hit on you.

“Why don’t you focus on our club members instead?” You smirked at the smug older boy, who had poorly attempted to grab your attention. “I think this information is important to you. These events could help you develop your social skills to be much better.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but your girl friends scoffed by your side.

He got up in disbelief and quickly walked out of the room. There was a brief pause at the sudden movement, but the announcement carried on per usual.

Jeno impatiently waited for the club meeting to finally be over, so he could talk to you. The longer it dragged, the more his confidence was subsiding. “I’m heading to study, wanna come with?” Jaemin poked at Jeno’s knee.

“Yeah, but you can go ahead first. I need to talk to someone.” His voice was shaky and his throat went so dry. Jeno’s shifty eyes scanned the room, hoping no one saw how nervous he was acting.

Jaemin’s eyebrows lifted suspiciously, “who? I didn’t even know you talked to anyone who came today. Donghyuck and Renjun aren’t here---”

“--her, Jaemin... her. I’m going to ask her to model for me.” Jeno motioned his head. His heart beating faster at seeing a small grin appear on your face from a comment someone made.

Jaemin hummed, “good luck with that, bud. I’ve got two shoulders for you to cry on after.” The extra hint of sarcasm only made Jeno sweat nervously. He was seriously doubting his decision, but it wouldn’t be a challenge if he didn’t do it. He knew he’d regret it more if he didn’t just ask you.

Once the meeting was dismissed, you wanted to get out of the room before the heavy rush into the hallways. Unfortunately, a few frat guys pulled you into their conversation and chatted up a storm. Your friends played into their foolery, but you stopped paying attention when they asked for your numbers.

There was a faint tap on your shoulder and you turned to see who the culprit was. You didn’t seem to know him, because you would’ve remembered such a demeanor. His eyes were glued to the floor behind you and his shaky hands ran through his brown locks. His shyness was quite endearing, yet alarming since you weren’t sure why exactly he had approached you.

“Yes?” You asked curiously.

The moment Jeno heard your delicate cadence, he melted like a popsicle left out in the sun. He peered up, but quickly reverted his eyes to the white tiles when he noticed how beautifully you stared at him.

He counted his breathing to calm his rapid heart beat. He cleared his throat to introduce himself, “I’m Jeno. I’m a third year Arts major, um-- I was just--- I know we don’t know each other. I wanted to ask, uh-” Jeno was horrified at how he stammered over his own words. His cheeks burned with a red glow, and if he couldn’t look you in the eye before, he definitely couldn’t now.

“Hey, see you later.” One of the bulky frat guys called and you waved back weakly.

A guy who had been chasing you endlessly scoffed at the pitiful sight and smirked at you, “see you at my house tonight? Been missing you in my bed lately.”

“Thought you would’ve guessed the reason why I stopped coming around.” Jeno heard the sting in your remarks and the disbelief in the male.

You honestly could have left, Jeno knew that. But you stayed and waited patiently for him to finish. Jeno could tell how strong you were just by your intimidating aura that practically suffocated him by standing in close proximity to you.

You sighed and reached to grab your jacket on the folded seat, “look, Jeno. It’s nice to meet you and all, but I gotta get going.”

Shockingly, the shy boy reached out to stop you by your fingertips. His touch lingered before he dropped your hand quickly. “I’m sorry. Are you free this Monday?”

“Uh, that depends. If you’re asking me on a date, then I’m busy.” Rolling your eyes, you weren’t sure why you still stayed to listen to what this random stranger had to say. If it were anyone else, you would’ve walked away the moment he asked if you were free. However, you acknowledged his timidness and the courage he must have mustered up to approach you.

Jeno shook his head violently, completely in shambles from that type of misunderstanding. “Not a date. I need someone to model for my portfolio photos that my internship assigned. It’s actually very important to me because it’s the first internship that responded back to me when I had applied to so many a whole month ago. Basically, I really need this and you because I think you’d be perfect to take pictures of. Oh-- wow! That sounded very bad --- uh --- what I meant is that your facial proportions are perfect and---”

“I’m free Monday.” You cut off his endless ramble and gestured toward his phone. He handed it to you without any hesitation and you typed in your number. “Text me the time, place and what I should wear.”

“Oh actually, it’s a nude photoshoot.” Your eyes doubled in size, completely offended by that statement.

Jeno felt the sudden shift in the air and brought his hands up to block himself, “to be more clear, it’s a contemporary fine art nude photography studio. The pictures are pieces of art and to be seen as that only. I have no intentions or ulterior motive to sleep with you, see you naked or sell, leak your nudes for the profit of your body. But, I understand if you no longer want to do it because it sounds super strange now that I am explaining it.”

Your shoulders relaxed and the fist that formed unraveled. You exhaled deeply, “I’ll do it. We can talk more about it on Monday and I get to leave on my own accord if I don’t feel comfortable. We work on my conditions.” Picking up Jeno’s chin, he was absolutely petrified at the forced eye contact and your incredible, powerful gaze. He was mesmerized by the fire in your eyes, and if he stared any longer, he could’ve lost himself in them.

“Of course.” With that, you dropped his face and left without another look back. Jeno looked down at his phone and the new contact name, (Y/N). It had slipped his mind to even ask what your name was and he slapped his face in utter stupidity. “Do better, Lee Jeno.” It was a remainder to himself to, hopefully, be better the next time you two speak.

Monday, 3:03 PM.

Jeno paced back and forth in the brightly, lit white room. He was trying to find any blinds or curtains to cover the tall windows of the high rise building. It should not be too much of a problem, the extra lighting was a positive. Jeno was only worried for your comfort of the openness.

There was a soft knock before Jeno practically tripped to open the door. His breath hitched at the sight of your bare face. This time, you were the vulnerable one. Jeno only saw purity, yet impressed at how your tired eyes still managed to bid him a soft smile. He admired your uneven complexion, and the sparse moles that dotted your skin.

“Okay, so you want to see me naked now or later?” Filled with jokes, your voice was light and airy this afternoon. There was a bit of a contrast from the first time you two met. Softer, enchanting, almost ghostly.

Everything in the room was white. The mattress on the floor had a white comforter and white sheets. The backdrop. The walls. The hardwood floor. The only color was the blue sky that the tall windows let in.

“Here’s a robe. You can change in the bathroom.” Jeno scratched the back of his neck and his eyes wandered everywhere, but your’s.

“Would you be okay with me just taking off my clothes in here?” You saw the light tint of pink cover his face, and spread to his ears. You examined more of the shy boy’s embarrassed face, finally getting a really good look at him. Jeno was very attractive, and you could only imagine how beautiful he must look if he fully faced you.

Jeno fiddled with his camera strap, “only if you are okay with that.” Clearing his throat, he stood next to the window to give you some privacy. “I’ll go over what I plan on doing. I’m going to take photos of your face details, parts of your body, full body, and portraits. You can lay down on the bed and I’ll direct you in poses. Have you modeled before?”

He was scanning the bustling city below his feet. Cars zoomed quickly and crowds of tiny people flooded the streets. He brought his camera up to his face, not being able to resist the urge to capture such a thrilling sight.

“If Instagram counts, then yeah. Professional model gig would be a no. Nude photography is a definite no, unless we are talking about being filmed during sex.” Jeno chuckled, while also holding the camera steady and stealing a few moments to keep for himself.

For a strange reason, being naked for a non-sensual reason felt even more vulnerable. Laying on the soft fabric, you felt oddly exposed and slightly more reserved. You’ve had countless strangers see you naked. Men were sexually desiring to see a sexy picture. You were always lusted after, but this feeling of nakedness was special.

“Are you ready?” Jeno gulped, finally setting the camera down.

You hummed cheerfully. Your heart was leaping out of your chest as the boy shifted slowly to face you. As he turned, you noticed he had his eyes sealed shut, which caused a small laugh to erupt. “Jeno, you have my permission to open your eyes and to look at me.”

Holy shit, he was trembling with an inexplicable fear. The camera was slipping from his sweaty hands. His mouth was as dry as the desert. Jeno’s pounding heart was loud in his ears.

Jeno has seen his past girlfriends laying naked in bed, but this situation was too different. When he saw you laying there in absolutely nothing, he was overwhelmed, yet astounded at how graceful you appeared.

There was no exchange of words and no exchange of eye contact. He towered over your lying figure and shakily brought the camera to his eyes. He selfishly wanted to capture your elegance. Through the lens, he saw all of you: the curve in your eyelid, your curled eyelashes, the small mole next to your soft lips, the sharp color of your eyes, the way your hair frames your face.

This was the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. You were comparable to the arts found in popular museums. Your body lines were enticing and an impressive shape. Your breasts pooled on your chest, the round nude nipple in the centers. Your details had to be sculpted by gods, who took their sweet time making you. You were a true masterpiece.

Confused, Jeno felt a huge mixture of emotions. Was he aroused? Was he infatuated? Did he just fall in love with a complete stranger? He recognized the same thrilled feelings he felt taking landscape photos. With each click, he grew more excited with how beautiful the photos were turning out.

“Sit up and rest your chin on your left hand. Lean your weight on your right leg.” Jeno’s direction was clear and firm. There was no evidence of a smaller tone he usually spoke in. Sitting up, you placed your elbow on your upper thigh to steady your chin. Jeno had already gotten down to floor level to you.

Without the camera that separated you two, it had to be the first time he faced you completely in such close proximity. There was so much to admire about Jeno. He remained concentrated on his craft, but it was actually very sexy to see his dedication. It was almost like he was a whole new person, like all the shyness drifted away.

Jeno couldn’t take his eyes off of you. It wasn’t simply your beauty that amazed him. Your confidence made everything easy. There was something about your blank stares, when he asked for an emotion, you portrayed it perfectly.

“Can we talk while you shoot?” Your sudden voice startled the photographer. He lowered his camera and his gaze automatically wandered off behind you, which didn’t go unnoticed. He nodded after a short pause and the shutter noises continued.

“Why did you choose me as your model?”

Jeno peeled away from the device, “because you’re you.” He didn’t even know what that statement meant. It wasn’t like he knew you before the first time he asked you to model for him.

The corners of your lips dipped down, drawing an evident frown. Click. Jeno loved that image especially. It was a simple way to get real, authentic facial expressions. He marveled at the photo, but registered the reason behind it. “I wanted to ask you the second I saw you. I just knew that I wanted you.”

“But you don’t know me.”

Jeno looked through the lens once again, welcoming a full view of your stunning attributes. He spoke in a low voice, “then, let me know you.” Click.

It would be the biggest lie to say that you weren’t aroused by Jeno at the moment. He was cool, without trying to be. He really did shine when he had a camera to work with, like a star to a dark night. While he had a distinct demeanor off the bat, you enjoyed unraveling the rest of him. He was, also, the first man you met that didn’t seem sexually driven by a naked woman in his presence.

You had to resist every urge to push the camera away and share the few seconds of his entire gaze before it wandered away. You wanted to rock his world, he was so innocent and beautiful. You wished to wreak havoc on him, have him show you how much he wanted you.

You anticipated an awkward photoshoot, but Jeno made you feel safe and comfortable. He made sure to adjust the temperature when goosebumps rose on your arms and when your nipples became painfully hard. He never touched you or came too much into your personal space. He always asked for your permission.

Nude modeling was a new experience for you, but you were surprised at how much you liked it. or how much you liked Jeno taking your photos. He sat next to you on the bed when you put on your articles of clothing and panned through several shots to satisfy your curiosity.

Leaning close, your head ducked to see the photos. A gasp escaped your lips when you saw just the first few. “Is that really me?” The pictures made you feel an abundance of emotions, you felt what they reflected. Sadness, melancholy, happiness, confidence. You didn’t know images had that much power to make you feel that, especially photos of you.

Jeno nodded, smiling so wide that his eyes turned to moon crescents. He was so in love with the results. He found respect for Taemin’s craft and he was right, he might’ve found a new forte to experiment with. “I can send you the photos digitally too, if you want them.”

“Maybe I’ll print them out, frame them, and gift it to every horrid man who has tried to flirt their way to my body since they want to see it so fucking bad.”

Jeno peered over and saw the tiny glimpse of pain in your orbs, “why would you give horrible people what they want?”

“So they can finally shut up and leave me alone. Plus, this is art and if I tell them it’s actually me, maybe it’ll change their minds to start treating me like it.”

He held his palm up and almost immediately, your fingers filled the spaces between his. “I’m going to need you to start treating yourself as fine art.”

“Keep taking more photos of me and I just might start thinking I’m Mona Lisa.” Your laughters blended nicely into each other. There was mutual mental acknowledgement of the happiness you were both feeling.

Jeno never let go of your hand, and there was a short moment of comforting silence where you two sat in each other’s existence. You were the one to break it, “are you doing anything after this?”

He shook his head. “Well then, you’re mine for the rest of the night. We’re going to pretend we’ve been close friends since first year and eat take-out on my bed because that’s what I need at the moment.”

“I know you respect my body and see this as an art form, but I’m genuinely surprised that you didn’t feel aroused at the slightest.”

Jeno didn’t even realize how much time had already passed being you. You two ate and chatted as if you’ve known each other forever, as if the friendship wasn’t established several hours ago. It felt safe and right, like you two belonged in each other’s existence and nowhere else mattered.

He felt warm inside from your hearty laughter and courage, like he was watching a painting come to life or a photo in movement. You were smitten over how endearing and complex he was. He was more than what meets the eye and that alone drew you towards him.

“Okay, I’ll admit,” Jeno paused to watch your reaction, “in the most respectable way, I was somewhat turned on. But! Before you trail blaze me for being just like every disgusting male in your life, I genuinely didn’t have any sexual thoughts during the photoshoot. That was all professional and it will continue to be like that.”

Getting up from your bed, your mind was working at lightspeed to process his confession. Jeno was fast to pick up someone’s personality, what stood out and what was kept hidden. He knew quicker than anyone else that you were not someone to offend because you were a strong, straight forward woman.

His personality breakdown went like this: you knew what you like, you knew you were going to get what you want, you enjoyed flirty banter (with people of your choice), you weren’t afraid to be blunt, or kick someone’s ass. You carried yourself with confidence that graced your every step, which makes anyone attracted to you instantly. Bold, confident, sexy had to be what came to mind whenever he thought about you.

Nonetheless, he really liked you as a person. He could pat himself on the back all day long for just approaching you, but he knew the real reason as to how this all happened. It was you saying yes to a stranger’s odd photoshoot. You made him the luckiest man in the world.

“Continue? Are you looking for excuses to keep seeing me?” You smirked and Jeno’s voice grew small.

“I--- uh, well,” there goes the nervous stammering, “I know the conditions were a one time thing, so I understand if you don’t want to do it again.” As the night had progressed, Jeno gradually began to hold eye contact and actually looked at you directly without the help of seeing you through a lens. This was the first time he broke it.

“Hey now, I’m messing with you, Jeno.” He had been sitting on your floor, at the end of your bed. You crawled on your elbows to reach him, and to hold his chin to face you again. Deja vu. “I’d love to get naked for you again, and again, and.. as many times as you want me to.”

He stared at you with his mouth hung open in disbelief. His eyes scanned your beautiful face to see your lips pull back into a mischievous smile. Gulping, he swallowed every ounce of courage he had left. “You don’t have to say it like that.” He tried to remove your grip, but it latched onto his hand.

“You’re finally looking me in the eye, sweet thing. I don’t think you realize how much I had been wanting that from you.” You caressed his cheek, rubbing small circles on his texture.

“What else do you want from me?” His implication sounded suggestive, even if his curiosity was innocent.

Your hot breath brushed against Jeno’s lips. “I can show you.”

Jeno, the one and only college guy who has seen your naked body in a non-sexual context. Jeno, the shy, sweet boy who appreciated and recognized you as a form of art. Jeno, the talented and skillful photographer, who consistently made sure you felt comfortable. Jeno, the only person in the world who you’d model nude for. Jeno, the dazzling character behind the camera who you wanted more than anyone else you’ve ever met. Lee Jeno.

He seemed like he was inching closer, already tilting his head to fit your’s. You smiled to yourself, seeing that your words were received well. Diving in, your lips swam together fervently.

The poor boy found himself lost in your enchanting, alluring gaze. He let the trance consume him, selfishly kissing the art he admired so dearly. A small part of him felt the guilt and confusion that began to rise. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly wished to feel your lips on his neck, or run his hands across your hot skin. He swore these thoughts were not present earlier.

A small pop! and Jeno held your shoulder to pull away. “I’m sorry, did I do something?” You asked, honestly concerned that you were taking more than you deserved. The least you desired was to hurt Jeno, who had been nothing but nice and sweet.

“(Y/N),” you could listen to your name roll off his tongue all day, “I feel somewhat guilty. I don’t want things to be misunderstood.”

“Which would be?”

“I don’t want you to think I coerced you into being my model just because I had intentions to sleep with you.” Jeno was already gathering his things, but you hopped off your bed and placed a hand on his chest. “Because that’s what it’s starting to look like at the moment.”

“Was that something you did though? Did you have those intentions?” Your stare bore right through him. The warmth of your hand relaxed his racing heart.

“Never, (Y/N), I would never do that to someone.” Your hand traveled down to grab his belongings and tossed it back onto the ground.

He silently watched as you took off your pants, and stood in front of him in your underwear. “Then, we’re fine. I know your intentions have always been pure. But truthfully, Jeno, seeing you focused while you worked sparked something in me. You don’t understand how aroused I got and how badly I wanted you to fuck me on that bed.” His hand trailed up your exposed thighs, finally touching your softness. “You’re the one guy I wanted first, and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt that.”

“I-- I don’t know what to say.” His cheeks revealed how embarrassed he was, but his dark, lustful eyes were telling a different story.

A smirk fell upon your face, “then don’t say anything.”

Jeno devoured you, inhaling the light hint of vanilla that still lingered. He hoisted you onto your mattress and kissed you like his life depended on it. His antsy hands roamed your free range, exploring, holding, gripping the parts he marveled over. Small moans from the back of your throat encouraged him to continue.

No one has ever kissed you with the amount of passion Jeno did. It was gentle, with enough vigor to cause your panties to dampen. It wasn’t sloppy, where previous guys had a problem of missing your mouth entirely and slobbered your chin.

His lips worshiped you, highlighting your good sides. Flashes of the photoshoot popped into Jeno’s head as he left purple marks on the places he loved capturing the most. He pushed up your shirt, exposing your chest to him again. His tongue circled around your hard nipple as he made sure to give the same amount of attention to each one.

Jeno knew he was too shy to hold your intense stare, but getting to know you during and after the photoshoot, he could see the softness in your gaze. He was, now, able to see all of you. The sight of you through the camera was addicting enough, so finally taking you all in was more than satisfying.

Your hands ran through his hair as he kissed down your torso. His thumbs hooked the waistband of your underwear, and peeled it off your body. You gasped as the cold air from your apartment grazed against your exposed figure.

Jeno paused to admire your glistening pussy, “would it be okay if you let me make love to you?”

Your heart burned, not out of embarrassment, but at how he still managed to ask you for your permission in the sweetest way. You rested your weight on your elbows, “no one has done that before, would it actually make me want to fall in love with you?”

“It wouldn’t be too bad. I have a lot of love to give and you look like a person who deserves all of it anyways.” Jeno’s finger ran over your wet slit and rubbed your clit slowly.

Your moans filled the room as the electric jolted throughout your veins. The wetness grew, seeping out of you like a waterfall. Jeno dropped down to his knees, and lifted your legs on his broad shoulders.

“Are you usually this wet, baby?”

Chuckling, you smiled at his bold choice in using pet names, “Just for you.”

He hummed, chiming at how he liked your answer. Spreading you open, his tongue met with your swollen bud that begged for his licks.

His tongue darted side to side, up and down and in result, your back arched in pleasure and a darkness clouded your mind. His name and mindless profanities streamlined their way out of you as Jeno ate you out in such a precisely delicious way.

Grabbing a fist full of hair, you pulled him closer, even if there was no more space to fill. Looking down, you two exchanged glances before he thrusted a finger into you. Your hips bucked harder as he eased in another one.

Jeno curled his fingers in search of your sweet spot and found it when a deep moan escaped your throat. His fingertips rubbed and pressed into your plush flesh, causing you to practically scream and squirm in his mouth.

He suckled your clit and fingered you simultaneously and quickly. The pleasure was overflowing and you released his hair to grip your sheets below you. Your legs shook and trembled as he had no caution to stop.

“Please, I’m going to--” you could barely talk due to your face contouring to the splurge of pleasure every single time Jeno rubbed your spot. “--to explode.”

He had to take back what he thought earlier in the day. This was the most beautiful sight he’s ever laid eyes on. The whole scene played like from one of his favorite films. It felt like he was giving his photos life. Your body twisted and turned, accentuating the curves of your lines.

Jeno had become painfully hard against the fabric of his jeans, but seeing you fall apart because of his minimal movements exhilarated him. “P-Please, don’t stop.” A breathy moan followed suit and your thighs tried to press themselves together. Jeno didn’t allow it, his free hand hooked underneath your left thigh to pull one side away from his cheeks.

Your high gradually grew so tall that it all eventually came cascading down. Your legs shook violently and sat up from the euphoria that took over you. Jeno prolonged your buzz and you screamed loudly, having to bite down on your fingers to stop yourself from angering your neighbors.

Jeno drank you up, letting your wetness cover his chin and drip down his knuckles. He pulled away, at last, and you took deep breaths to control your heavy breathing. It was like Jeno knocked the wind completely out of you.

He stood up and you saw the outline of his hard bulge straining itself through his jeans. The next scene was quite animalistic. You, still embodying your high, sat on your knees and unzipped his pants with your needy hands.

“Now, it’s your turn to get nude for me.” You whispered, tauntingly. Jeno groaned when you reached down and gently pulled him out. He stepped out of his clothing, all of it. His shirt was lost in the corner and his bottoms were scattered over your floor. Mirroring his actions, you took off your last piece of cloth.

Jeno was built. Though his biceps did not go unnoticed during the photoshoot, you were surprised at the lines of muscle that sketched his body. It made your mouth water, seeing his extremely hard dick stand against his toned abs. His red tip fell just below his navel. Jeno only kept getting better as the night continued on.

Pulling him closer, his hand found their way to the back of your head as you aligned your mouth to the wetness that spilled from his tip. “I want to make you feel good.” Jeno’s hoarse voice made your knees weak.

Peering up, you batted your eyelashes at him fondly. “Just a little taste?” You begged, having to hold his shaft with both of your hands because of his thickness. Your tongue was already stuck out, your hot breath causing the tiniest bit of sensation for him.

He nodded and his eyes were trained on you. He didn’t want to miss any second of your kitty licks. You flattened your tongue against his warmth, dragging it up to the top. The saltiness hit your palette as you swirled around his redness. “Oh--” Jeno threw his head back and bit his lip, “--lay on the bed now.”

You smiled sweetly and gave his member a quick kiss before reaching for a condom in your drawer. Jeno climbed onto your bed and situated the rubber comfortably. You laid on your back and he was fast to pull your legs around his waist.

He lined himself at your entrance and eased his tip in slowly. Squirming, you craved him to fill you up to the brim. He leaned down to kiss you, letting your tongue lap with his. It’s your hands with the mind of their own when they flew automatically to hold his face whenever you wanted to deepen the kiss. Then, Jeno stretched himself all the way in and he caught your gasp with his lips. He groaned, feeling the mess he created merely minutes ago.

His hips moved so easily with your wetness, but he went slow. Dragging out each pull and then, pushing himself back in roughly. “Jeno!” Your body jolted up the bed each time. His body fell over yours to hold you intimately, letting you bury your face into his neck. Your lips latched themselves onto his sensitive skin, painting a purple sunset.

Jeno’s arms snaked underneath your thighs as he pressed them to your chest, folding you almost into a ball. Your mouth hung open as he fucked you harder, rougher, deeper yet keeping the tempo rhythmically slow. At this point, you could feel his hits in your gut. Your weak hands gripped loosely around his strong wrists that held your legs down. “You’re pussy is so tight and holy shit---, you keep getting more beautiful.”

A familiar burning sensation set in your chest as you saw how concentrated his face had become. You were so fucked out that you could barely speak, “you—” his hips mercilessly slammed into you powerfully, enacting a low moan every time he reached your sweet spot. “—keep surprising me.” His actions came to a halt and he stared deeply into your soul.

You whined, wiggling your hips for any friction. He held them down into the mattress, knowing his grip was strong enough to leave a mark. “I told you, I was going to make love to you tonight.”

“I’ve already fallen for you.” You said breathlessly, tracing the side of his face and pecking his lips softly.

“You don’t understand what you’re doing to me by saying those things.” He whispered and pushed his entire shaft to fill you to your brim.

You yelped his name and gripped his shoulders, but he wasn’t done yet. “Show me how badly you wanted me the first time you saw me.” Jeno blinked at you in slight shock.

As he continued to hold the deep gaze, he kept pushing his dick further and further into you. He was balls deep, almost impossible to keep going. He fucked you without the need to pull out, just burying his cock deeper into your wet pussy. You exclaimed, moaned, cussed at every push. Holding the stare was more than enough to lose yourself all over him again.

Jeno was drunk with the image of your fucked out expression and every time the mixture of pleasure and pressure caused your eyebrows to crease and mouth to open release sensual sound. He had been trying his best not to come undone, to fixate another climax for you.

The feeling of you wrapping tighter and tighter around him drove him insane. “Give it to me, please.” Your muffled plead called for his release, but he could feel that you were close to your second.

Jeno sat up on his knees and pulled you into his arms where your thighs fell over his. You groaned at the empty feeling, though it was quickly replaced with a gratifying moan when he inserted himself again. Your arms dangled around his neck, foreheads touching intimately.

The fucking eye contact again, how could you get enough of it? You giggled, amused at how different Jeno was when he eventually opened up. He wrapped his strong arms around your back and thrusted his hips up into you. The way this man made you squirm, scream, and shake were nothing you’ve experienced before.

He smirked, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek when he went rampage on your pussy. “Not laughing now, are you?”

You whined in pleasure, brushing your fallen strands of hair out of his face. “Shut up before I make you.”

“Then I’d rather keep going.” Kissing up his jawline, you lead your way to his pout. His kisses intoxicated you with his passion and madness, like the most intense part of a symphony, or when the bass drops after a long build up in a song.

Jeno sped up, ramming up into your slick pussy over and over again. He even brought your hips down to match him, guiding you down as he went up. The headboard was knocked against the wall, your windows steamed up, cries of pleasure from the both of you created the ambiance, the smell of sex filled your lungs. Jeno reached between your bodies to furiously rub your clit to where it felt almost raw. It all sent you into the clouds, the familiar queasiness settled in your lower half.

Your eyes rolled back and your back arched, having to pull away from the desirous kiss with Jeno. “I’m cumming!” You announced before the tension unraveled, causing you to see absolute white. The second wave was much more uncontrollable, Jeno felt you squeezing radically around his dick as he tried to fuck you faster to prolong the feeling.

Your legs shook around his and your upper body went limp with pleasure. You reached the peak of the mountain and it came crumbling down underneath your toes. It was catastrophically enthralling, to the point where you physically felt something leave your body.

“Oh shit..” Jeno stopped his motions at the sight of you squirting over his lap. He pampered your torso with fluttering kisses, hoping to calm your spastic body. “...baby, are you okay?” He asked with a bit of concern of how lack of life you seemed.

This man just gave you the best climax in your whole life and he asked if you were okay? Regaining your senses, you sighed a small yes to reassure him that he didn’t actually murder you. Hopping off, you pulled the condom that restricted him.

He hissed when you cupped his balls in your palm. “Cum, my sweet thing.” You purred and Jeno’s hand pumped his member aggressively. You leaned in to help, sucking the tip and flicking your tongue over his slit.

His other hand gripped your neck, causing you to drip on your sheets. Jeno was panting and with every tug, it became louder. He seemed so desperate to release that it made you smile to be the reason behind it. “Can you lay down,” A grunt followed his question, “please.” He huffed.

“Because you asked nicely.” Smirking, your back hit the sheets and you opened your legs to give Jeno a view. He situated himself above your stomach, as he fucked his tight grip.

“I’m cumming---” He couldn’t look any more amazing. With a final moan, the white streaks streamed out in short sequences. It landed across your abdomen, over your nipple, and pooled around your belly button.

Bringing himself back to reality, Jeno stepped back to marvel you, his masterpiece. The white streaks coated your purple skin and your chest rose fast to catch your reality. Gazing upon your naked body, he was utterly infatuated with all of you. He was so in love with the sight of you that not a single photo could capture the beauty that you were.

Jeno pondered the thought of how merely a day changed a small part of him. You were life changing, addicting, an incomparable character that he felt like he’s known forever, and now, couldn’t live without. It was the taste of your juices on his lips, your sweet melodic music that was your voice, your daring smile that enticed him to never peel away from you. It was simply you.

He leaned down to rub his knuckles against your cheek, planting a lovingly peck on your forehead. “I’ll go start the water for you.”

Jeno anticipated the reaction of his mentor. He found himself at the same scene he was when he was first given the task. Taemin sat across from him, hunched forward to analyze his new set of photos on his laptop. Raw, unedited photos of you, your body, your details.

The hum of the air conditioning droned on, driving him mad. Jeno needed one reaction, but Taemin had been silent and expressionless for the past ten minutes. Whenever he did move, it was to click through to the next picture.

Suddenly, he shut it closed and stood right up. Jeno, panicked, did the same. Taemin stuck his hand out and Jeno hesitantly grabbed it, incredibly unsettled and unable to read the older man.

Taemin received it firmly, giving Jeno a good handshake. “Welcome abroad, Lee Jeno. I expect even more great things from you.”

Jeno registered his delightful mood switch and he was fast to follow up, “my photos, --- you --- like them?”

Taemin nodded generously, patting Jeno on his shoulder. Taemin reached up to tap his own eyelids. “What you can see, is very special, kid. You’re an artist and I’m here to recognize that for you. It seems to me, you can do more than take pictures of sidewalks.”

Jeno smiled happily, his eyes disappearing from joy. He couldn’t wait to tell you about it.

The rest of the week, leading up to Jeno’s appointment, had felt nothing short of blissful moments together. You and Jeno spent almost every waking minute together without the cost of your friends’ time. He walked you to your classes, some even being across the campus from his own. You accompanied him for meals, even sitting in his lectures to just be with him.

There were no words that established what you two had become to each other. Jeno wasn’t looking for that anyways, in fact, he somewhat liked the ambiguity. If only he could tell you how making love to you made him begin to actually fall for you.

You were never one to hold a serious relationship, but you found a small want for that festering in Jeno. It was hard to admit to yourself, but Jeno saw you for all that you were. He truly saw you, whether it had been through a lens or through his own eyes. He captured your rawness and you were able to find vulnerability around him.

He ran to you, where you sat in the lobby waiting for him to finish his meeting. Peering up from your phone, you noticed the beaming smile on the boy’s face. You couldn’t hold back your own grin, seeing him apparent with so much joy. “I’m guessing good things?”

“I got it, (Y/N)!” He jumped into your arms and you laughed at the sudden affection. “He loved my photos.”

“I didn’t doubt it for one second. You’re an artist, Jeno. You create masterpieces that make even someone like me, feel like art.”

Jeno hugged you closer to his chest, giving you a tiny squeeze. Pulling away to face you, his eyes examined your outstanding grace. You knew what he was already going to say, but simply wanted to hear him say it. “That’s because you are art.”

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New Light Part: 2

College Levi x Reader(Modern AU)

W/C: 5.2k

T/W: None

A/N: Levi is a moody English major who spends his free time reading at the local cafe. I’m having a lot of fun writing this ! (pic from pinterest)

I’ve put all the parts in one list here: New Light Masterlist

Levi’s POV

Levi and Erwin sat in silence on their drive home. The blinker would occasionally fill the car with a strong click. Levi counted the lit up rooms in the passing apartments. Five, Six, Seven… He wanted to keep his mind off of you, the way your hair framed your face, your hand caressing the mug, the way you pressed your lips together when you listened someone speak.

“So, how long have you known (Y/N)?” Erwin asked as if he knew Levi was thinking about you.

“A couple of months,” he responded.

“Do you like her?” Erwin prodded.

“She’s nice,” Levi said.

Erwin nodded, he knew better than to ask further.

This was how their conversions normally went, Erwin would begin with a blunt statement and Levi would respond in a short manner. From an outsider’s perspective, it might have seemed like the two men weren’t friends but this dynamic worked for them. Erwin was straightforward with what he wanted and Levi didn’t like talking about personal subjects, even with one of his closest friends.

When they arrived to their shared apartment, they said their goodnights and went into their rooms. Erwin had to be up early tomorrow for a debate meeting and Levi wanted to be alone. After they moved out of the dorms they decided to keep living together because it was the most cost effective option and plus Levi liked that Erwin was as neat as him, almost as neat. They lived in an old, walk-up apartment ten minutes away from Wall Rose University in a quiet neighborhood. They’ve been living there for three years now and had no plans to move out anytime soon.

Levi opened the window slightly to let the cool air in, raindrops fell from the gutter and filled the dark bedroom with gentle taps.. He laid down on the bed and breathed in the smell of the city and old books in his room. He closed his eyes and let his body melt into the bedsheets, he used the same lavender fabric softener his mom loved. Mmm, I should give her a call tomorrow, he thought. He felt his thoughts bounce around in his head but he was too tired to unravel them. Levi focused on his breathing and eventually his thoughts subdued into lenient bystanders.

There was silence around him when suddenly, you popped up in his thoughts. Levi let out a small sigh. Fuck, what are the odds of her knowing Hange. Hange of all people,the one person who doesn’t know how to shut up, Levi thought. Frustration began to fill his chest. He wanted you to meet his friends and he wanted to know more about you but he didn’t want it to happen like this. Levi wanted to do it right with you. He knew wasn’t the most charismatic or hospitable person and romance wasn’t his forte. Romance, Levi thought and chuckled. He remembered Erwin’s earlier question. Do I like her?

He sat up and pinched the bridge of his nose with his index and forefinger. He didn’t have a ton of experience with romance. His only relationship with Petra ended in a disaster, she broke up with him after feeling neglected for months. That was never Levi’s intent, he loved her but he didn’t know how to express it. Whenever he saw her on campus she would always give him a smile and wave which Levi would reciprocate. He regretted the way everything ended but he was thankful she didn’t hold a vengeance against him. He was 18 and foolish but he was older now and slightly less foolish.

Levi looked out the window and started to form a plan in his head. It was evident he had some sort of feelings for you, you were funny, pretty, easy to talk to and you cared about what he had to say. He smiled as he remembered how earnestly you looked at him while he explained the latest book he was reading, he started reading books he thought you might like. Shitballs, maybe I do like her. There was nothing he could do now, he didn’t want to do anything until he had a better understanding about what you were thinking. He nodded his head, proud of his plan.

The hardwood floor creaked as Erwin walked over to the bathroom. Outside of the window, the sky was beginning to glow with a soft orange hue. Levi closed the curtain, pulled off his clothes and tucked himself into bed. He curled his body around a pillow and slowly began to drift off, eager to wake up to begin his plan.

The crisp autumn hit your face as you opened the doors to the lecture hall. You felt light and airy after finishing your genetics midterm. It was one of the hardest tests you’ve taken but you felt okay about it. Hange had helped you study for the past week and their enthusiasm and studying techniques helped you out immensely. I owe them big time, you thought. Your phone buzzed in your pocket, it was Hange.

Hange: U FREAKING DID IT!!! IM SO PROUD XD

You: thank uuu, i feel good about it!

Hange: YAY! We’re out in the park blocks! Join us!

You: ok !

You stared at the screen and re-read the conversation. Join us...they must mean Levi and Erwin. You scoffed the tip of your boot into the pavement, the familiar feeling of nerves began to dance in your stomach. Slowly, you made your way to the park blocks, the on-campus park where students would have picnics and study sessions. Students began to pour out of lecture halls and other buildings, eager to celebrate the end of midterms week. There was an undeniable feeling of excitement as they cheered and laughed.

You stood at the edge of the park looking for the trio. Levi waved his hand from a picnic bench and smiled at you. Your heart momentarily stopped and you realized you’ve never seen him outside of the cafe. He was wearing a hunter green sweater and his black overcoat. The wind feebly moved through his hair but even from farway you could see the deep circles around his eyes. You made your way to the trio and gave out a half-hearted hello.

“(Y/N)! How do you feel?!” Hange shouted.

“Fucking relieved,” You said. Levi smiled.

“I’m proud of you, (Y/N). Hange told us about all the hours you studied for the exam.” Erwin gave you a thumbs up.

“Thanks, dude. How were your midterms?” You asked as you sat down next to Erwin.

“They went well! I think I got an A on my Political Theory exam but we’ll find out soon enough.”

“Erwin, you clown, you know you aced that test.” Hange rolled their eyes. “But thanks to the lovely Levi, I know I got an A on my essay.”

Levi frowned. “Tsk, I was surprised you even knew how to spell.”

Hange hit Levi’s shoulders and he swiped back.

“Hey, stop it you two,” Erwin scolded. “I swear, they’re like children.”

You laughed and nodded. The Levi you knew was always stoic and calm but Hange brought out a different side of him. He looked happier even when he was annoyed. You grabbed a dead leaf from the table and started to pull it apart, rubbing the dead plant bits between your fingers.

“Are you good?” Levi’s voice broke your concentration. You looked up and met his gray-blue eyes.

“Yep, all good here.” You smiled at him and he returned one back.

“That’s fantastic! So tonight. Ymir’s Bar at eight. Got it?” Hange ordered.

Erwin and Levi nodded in response and looked at you. Your eyes darted between the three of them.

“Uh, I would love but I’m hanging out with a few people tonight.”

“Please, join us! Your friends are more than welcome to come, the more the merrier,” Hange begged.

“I beg to differ…” Levi mumbled.

“Shut up, grumps.” Hange elbowed Levi and returned their gaze back to you. “It’ll be fun, I’ll buy you a shot.”

You rolled your eyes, “fine, but I’m buying you a shot. I owe you, Hange.”

Hange squealed and clapped their hands. “Yay! My friend, Moblit will tag along too. You haven’t met him yet but he’s great and such a talented artist. You’ll love him.”

“Sweet, I’m excited, can you send me the address?” You responded. Hange nodded.

“Who are you hanging out with?” Erwin asked.

“Oh, uh. My boyfriend and some of our friends,” You muttered.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. (Y/N) why didn’t you tell me?” Hange asked, heartbroken.

Erwin glanced at Levi. He was looking at the grains in the table, his heart sank but he knew better than to let his friends know.

“I don’t know. It didn’t seem like the most important thing to talk about during our study sessions.” You were unsure why but you felt defensive over Hange’s comment.

Hange looked hurt at your response, you felt a pang of regret. You didn’t mean to keep your relationship a secret but your life didn’t revolve around your relationship so it felt pointless to bring him up. The air around the table was tense and cold. The sun was setting and the four of you were on the brink of being enveloped by the shadow of a large lecture hall.

“Regardless, I’m eager to meet your boyfriend and friends,” Erwin said in a strained voice.

“Yeah, I’m excited for all of you to meet. I think I’m going to go home and get ready.”

“Of course, we’ll see you soon,” Erwin said in a quiet tone.

You waved goodbye to all of them, the trio waved back and you made your way to the bus station. As you waited for the bus, you sent your boyfriend a message to meet your new friends at Ymir’s. He sent back a simple thumbs up emoji as a response. You pulled out a pair of headphones and blasted music to drown out your thoughts. Yet Levi’s face kept on appearing in your head, the way the sunlight caressed the hard lines of his face, his honest smile when he was with his friends, the way his eyes lost their glow when you announced you had a boyfriend. We never did anything. Hell, I didn’t even know his name until last week so why should I care what he thinks. We’re just coffee shop friends, that’s it. The bus pulled to the stop, you waited for everyone to exit before entering and made your way to the back window seat. The glass was cold on your forehead but it felt nice. You sighed, preparing yourself for a night out with your new friends and your boyfriend.

Levi’s POV

After you left, Hange and Erwin looked at Levi with concern in their eyes. Levi noticed their stares and glanced up at them.

“The fuck you looking at,” he growled.

“Levi, I’m sorry,” Hange whispered.

“About what?” He scoffed.

Erwin was about to speak but Levi abruptly got up and buttoned his coat. “I’m going home. I’ll see you both at Ymir’s.”

Erwin and Hange exchanged a look and nodded. When Levi made up his mind there was no stopping him. They watched him walk away, his head was slightly lower than usual. Levi walked over to the bike rack and unhooked his black low handle bicycle. In one smooth motion, he drapped his leg over the seat and began to peddle home. The wind hurt his face and burned his lungs but he pushed harder and harder on the pedals. Crouching down on the seat as he biked up the hills, hoping to ride away from the bench to run away from his disillusion that you could love him.

A few hours later, Erwin, Hange and Moblit entered the apartment. Hange called out to Levi.

“Hey, Mr. Grumps! We have something for yoooou!!” They called out.

Levi moaned and rolled out of bed, his bare feet hit the cold ground as he dragged himself to the living.

“What is it, Four Eyes? Hey, take off your disgusting shoes,” he scolded. “Oh, hey, Moblit.”

Moblit raised his head slightly as a hello. He wasn’t a man of many words. Hange held up a bottle of whiskey and grinned. “So we could pre-game. Take this as a thank you present for helping me write my essay.”

Levi rolled his eyes and smiled. He was touched by Hange’s generosity but he would never dare show it to them.

“I’ll grab us some mugs,” Erwin said and began to walk towards the kitchen.

“No, Erwin! Tonight’s a shot type of night,” Hange said deviously.

The three men looked at them and hesitantly nodded. They wanted to relax and unwind but a night out led by Hange always ended up with someone’s head in the toilet. Still, they each filled a shot glass, cheered and downed the alcohol. They drank for a while, everyone’s faces were glowing. Hange was blasting music and dancing. Moblit watched them with admiration. Erwin and Levi were giggling over something stupid Erwin said.

Erwin looked at the clock, it was closing in on 8. “Shit, we should get going.”

“Hey, man watch your mouth. And maybe we should stay in. It’s cheaper,” Levi said.

“Levi, noooo. We can’t do that. We told (Y/N) that we would meet her at Ymir’s!” The alcohol was already getting to Hange.

“Who’s (Y/N)?” Mobit asked.

“My friend from genetics! And Levi’s too,” Hange proclaimed.

Levi rolled his eyes. “Tsk, she’s not my friend. I hardly know her.”

“Mmm, if you say so.”

“Whatever, let’s go,” Levi said curtly.

The four of them grabbed their coats and headed to Ymir’s. It was only a ten minute walk from their place. Hange let everyone know that you had already arrived and saved a table on the back patio. As they walked, they talked about their finals and plans for the upcoming break. When they arrived at Ymir’s, they pushed open the door and entered the humid room. The bar was full of people celebrating the weekend, a couple was making out in one of the booths and people were lined around the bar. They ordered their drinks and walked through the back doors.

Levi’s hands began to sweat and he felt a lump in his throat when he saw you. You looked beautiful under the glow of the patio lights, you were smiling and had a beer glass on your lips and you were laughing. Erwin stood in place and Hange stopped their chatter.

“Oh, so that’s what they’re doing now,” Hange spouted.

They were referring to Zeke who had their arm around you and to Porco and Pieck who were sitting across from you and your boyfriend.

You saw the group at the back entrance and waved. Your nerves from earlier were completely forgotten after your second beer. Zeke rubbed his thumb against your shoulder and you smiled out of habit. You made eye contact with Levi and gave him a toothy grin, his eyes darted away. Your friends looked at the party headed towards them and stopped talking but you didn’t notice.

“Hey, I was wondering if y’all forgot where the bar is,” you joked but no one laughed.

“Erwin. Levi. It’s been a while,” Zeke stated.

You looked at him confused. “What? You know them?”

Zeke chuckled, “yeah, I guess I do.”

“Zeke, it’s nice to see you again. Same to you Porco and Pieck,” Erwin stated.

Porco and Pieck looked at each other and smiled. “It’s nice to see you too, Erwin,” Pieck said in a sweet voice.

Levi glared at the way Zeke’s arm was draped across your shoulder. He gritted his teeth. Hange noticed how tense he was getting and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“What a small world! I’m glad everyone knows each other. Guys, sit down!” You motioned at the empty seats at the table, completely misreading the space.

Hange was the first to sit and the rest followed. The table was quiet for a few minutes, everyone sipped on their drinks.

“Levi, I like your scarf,” You pointed to the black scarf draped across his body.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah, it’s such a nice scarf,” Zeke repeated.

Levi gave Zeke a dirty look. Hange looked at him nervously and Moblit put a hand on their knee to calm them. You took another sip of your beer.

“Yeah, Zeke, it is a nice scarf. That’s why I complimented it. Anyways, how do you all know each other?” Confidence surged through your veins thanks to the alcohol.

“We were floormates freshman year,” Levi’s dry voice said.

“Wait-oh, I see,” You said.

Erwin began to make casual conversation with everyone while Levi stared at the bottom of his glass. Hange and Moblit joined Erwin and conversed with the other two at the table. Wait, is Zeke the one that called Erwin’s kickback lame? That’s the only possibility, right? Your head was dizzy from the alcohol but the puzzle pieces were starting to fall into place.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Porco called out.

“Huh?”

“You good? It looks like we lost you there for a second.”

“Yeah, Porco. I’m fine,” You said sarcastically.

“Zeke, you and (Y/N) make a good couple,” Erwin said.

Zeke chuckled and squeezed you closer to his toned body, “I know but thank you.”

You kept your head down unsure about what to do. It was evident that Zeke had an issue with Erwin and Levi but you didn’t fully understand why. From what you heard, Zeke was the one who was mean to the other two but Zeke was your boyfriend so you should be on his side, right? You took another swig of your beer.

“Levi, are you still with Petra?” Pieck asked.

Petra? Who the fuck is that, you thought, anger coursed through your veins.

“No,” Levi said.

“Oh, that’s too bad. She was such a lovely girl,” Pieck sighed.

“Who’s Petra?” You asked.

No one answered your question. You looked at Pieck but she kept her eyes down. What the fuck is up?

“She’s a girl I dated freshman year,” Levi explained.

“Oh.”

Hange broke the tension by shouting, “(Y/N), I promised you a shot! Who else wants one?”

Pieck, Moblit and Erwin raised their hands. Hange called over a server and asked for a round of shots for everyone. A few minutes later, they brought tequila shots for the table. Everyone grabbed their lime and raised their glass.

“To finishing finals!” Hange exclaimed.

The table repeated what Hange said and took their shot. You and Porco laughed at Pieck’s face and she stuck her tongue out at you. Zeke kissed your cheek and you leaned into his warm body. For a second, it felt like it did at the beginning of your relationship. You felt safe and hopeful but those feelings disappeared when you caught Levi looking at you and Zeke. Immediately, you pulled away and Zeke frowned. You weren’t one for PDA but after a few drinks you didn’t mind showing your man some love but under Levi’s eye it felt wrong.

“Let’s do another shot!” Hange shouted.

“Hange!! Let me buy you a shot!!” You shouted back.

“(Y/N), you’re the best!!” Hange exclaimed, their cheeks glowing under the lights.

Everyone took another shot and the mood around the table began to lighten as everyone got drunker. Porco made a few jokes that made Erwin laugh. Zeke talked to Hange about their senior thesis. Everything seemed to be falling into place except for Levi. He didn’t make an effort to hold a conversation with anyone. He stared at the empty shot glasses and occasionally smiled at whatever Erwin said.

The patio lights shadows made Levi look heavenly, the soft glow bounced off his pale skin and you tried not to stare but you couldn’t, he looked so pretty.

Zeke could sense that your thoughts were taking you elsewhere so he gave you a kiss on the check. You gave him a smile in return.

The bar was packed and everyone at the table was talking after a new round of drinks. It should be a perfect night, all of your friends seemed to be getting alone but something didn’t feel right. In that moment, you wished it could have been Levi holding your body. Stop, Levi is just a friend, that’s it. I love Zeke. You repeated in your head over and over.

As the night dragged on, you slowly began to lose touch with reality, everything became a happy, surreal blur. Throughout the night, Zeke kept his hands on your body. Before that would have kept you grounded but now it felt off, you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol but you didn’t want him to touch you. You kept on smiling and talking to everyone until the bartender called for final orders.

“This was nice but I think we should get going now,” Erwin declared.

“Yeah, I think you’re right,” Pieck said.

Everyone gathered their belongings and started to walk towards the front door. Zeke walked ahead with Porco and Pieck but you stayed behind with the others. Erwin, Hange and Moblit left you and Levi together alone. Hange’s arm was wrapped around Moblit’s shoulder. They leaned against their body and continued talking.

“Hey, I had a good time tonight,” You said to Levi who barely acknowledged your existence.

“It was okay,” He stated.

The two of you followed the others.

“But what are the odds of us forming a friendship in this way, right?” You said.

“Tsk, a friendship? We hardly know each other, I wouldn't push it,” Levi responded.

“I guess you’re right,” You muttered.

Levi felt bad about his harsh tone but he didn’t know what to do. He still had the same warm feeling in his chest from before but watching Zeke touch you hurt him. All of you had exited the bar and you walked over to Zeke and he placed his jacket over your shoulders.

“Well, it was, uh, nice to catch up with all of you. Hange thank you for helping my girl study. Get home safe,” Zeke said. You smiled and everyone and waved.

“Zeke, the same to you too. Glad to know you’re doing well. (Y/N) congrats on finishing midterms. See you later,” Erwin said.

“I love yoouuu! I love all of you!” Hange shouted. Moblit still had his arm around Hange to stabilize them.

“Love you too, Hange!” You blew them a kiss.

They all turned and began to walk home. Porco and Pieck had already left in their Uber. You looked at Zeke and he gave you a smile and you smiled back out of habit.

Zeke made conversation on your way back to his place. You wrapped your arms around your body and counted the steps in between each street light. The air around you was dry and your breath fell to the ground in a transparent cloud. Eventually, you made it to Zeke’s apartment, it was highrise close to downtown. When you entered the apartment your attention immediately went to the large windows. They faced the city skyline and the lights poured into the living room and gently outlined the minimal furniture in the room. Zeke led you to the bedroom and began to kiss the back of your neck. His beard tickled your neck and left goosebumps on your skin. You rolled your shoulders and stepped away.

“Come on,” Zeke groaned.

“No, not tonight. I’m really tired,” You said.

You made your way to the bathroom and turned on the harsh lights. The lights bounced off the white tiles and highlighted the bags under your eyes. You stared at yourself for a while, the longer you stared, the faster your thoughts swirled in your head. Is Levi made at me? You splashed cold water on your face and tried to wash off the awkwardness from tonight but no matter how hard you scrubbed, you couldn’t get the image of Levi staring at the empty glasses out of your head.

When you walked back into the bedroom you saw Zeke passed on the bed. You smiled at him and placed a blanket over his body and brushed his hair away from his forehead. You curled up on the opposite side of the bed and wrapped a blanket around yourself. Zeke’s soft snores filled the room, normally that was enough to lull you to sleep but lately it was becoming more of a nuisance. Why am I feeling like this? I love Zeke and he loves me back, that should be enough. So why do I feel so unsure? Zeke wasn’t your first partner but he was your first proper love. Everything beforehand had felt like practice for this.

The two of you had met in the spring term of sophomore year. The sun was shining and you we’re sitting on a blanket with Rico bouncing off ideas for research projects. You kept an eye on the baseball team who were practicing near the two of you. Rico was in the middle of explaining her ideas when a baseball flew in your direction.

“Heads up!” shouted a deep voice.

Both of you covered your heads as the ball flew over your blanket. The footsteps of one of the players was nearing your spot.

“Hey, I’m sorry about that.”

You tried to look up but the sun was blinding your eyes. You were able to make out the outline of a tall, man with broad shoulders and wavy blonde hair. He flashed a charismatic smile and said,“the name’s Jaeger. Zeke Jaeger.”

You introduced yourself and Zeke knelt down so his head was at your level.

“Nice to meet you. I feel about almost hitting you. Not sure what happened, normally I have perfect aim.” He winked at you. “Let me make it up by taking you out for a drink, your friend is more than welcomed to come.”

You blushed and thanked him and began to decline your offer when Rico interrupted you.

“She, I mean, we would love that. Here’s her number and mine, too.”

“Thanks, I’ll shoot y’all a text.”

Zeke stood up, grabbed the ball and gave you a wave before running back to his team. From that point on, the two of you had been inseparable.

You drifted off thinking about those first memories, the sweetness of his touch, the excitement of loving Zeke, the hopefulness you had. If you kept on thinking about those moments then maybe they would manifest back into your life. You wanted back that stability in your love so much it hurt your chest.

The next day you rolled over to an empty bed. Your hand traced the cold sheets and you kept your hands in the sunlight, the warmth felt good compared to the draft in Zeke’s bedroom. He preferred a colder bedroom, he said it was better for the body. The front door opened and you pretended to be asleep. Zeke’s footsteps got closer to the bed and you felt him press a kiss to your cheek, he smelled of sweat and musk. Who goes on a run after a night out? You thought. The showerhead turned on and you heard Zeke sing.

You got up and rummaged through Zeke’s drawer and pulled out a navy cardigan. You wrapped the fabric over your body and padded your way to the kitchen. The kitchen was colder than the bedroom.

“Fuck, who lives like this?”

You poured yourself water and stared at the tiles on the walls. Re-playing Levi’s comment in your head. Tsk, a friendship? We hardly know each other, I wouldn't push it. You didn’t blame Levi for his harshness but his comment hurt. There was no denying that you two shared a kinship that was a bit deeper than friendship. Romance wasn’t the word for it either. The relationship you had formed with him felt safe, you felt understood and respected in a way you haven’t really before. Your concentration was broken when you heard Zeke enter the kitchen.

“Hey, babe. Good morning.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “I bought you a smoothie.”

“Thanks, Zeke,” you responded.

He grabbed the smoothie from the fridge and smiled at you. You sat on the counter and began to sip on the drink. Zeke hummed to himself and began to pull out a pan from the cupboard.

“Whatcha thinking about?” you asked.

“Life.”

“Like, the gameboard?” You joked.

He rolled his eyes. “Honestly, I’m thinking about last night. I never thought I was going to see those guys ever again.”

“Mmm, why did something happen?” You said nonchalantly.

Zeke chuckled, “stupid freshman things. We were all young and dumb.”

He stayed silent afterwards as he went on to fry some eggs. The eggs sizzled in the pan and he whistled quietly. You knew him well enough to know he wanted to say something else.

“I mean, I did dumb stuff when I was freshman so how bad can it actually be?” You prodded.

Zeke stared at you with a series expression. “Look (Y/N), I don’t really want to hash out what happened but-” he hesitated as he looked for the right words to say, “-be careful around Levi. There’s something off about that guy.”

“Oh,” you muttered.

You continued drinking the smoothie, the smell of the egg was making you nauseous and you started to feel the hanging over. You went back into the bedroom and laid down. Your phone buzzed and saw a text from Hange.

Hange: OMG i’m so hungover, i don’t remember getting home

You: Hange, WTF that’s not good lol but I know you were in good hands ;)

Hange: wut does that mean??

You: Moblit lol he was so nice and caring

Hange: … no comment but what are you doing

You: nothing really, why?

Hange: do you want to get brunch?

Hange: it’ll just be the two of us :)

You: yeah, i would love that, send me the address !

The smell of egg had entered the bedroom and you gagged. You hated the smell but Zeke insisted that it was the best way to get protein in the morning. You grabbed your belongings and walked to the kitchen again. Zeke was sitting at the counter eating the eggs and drinking his smoothie while reading the paper.

“Hey, I think I’m gonna head out!”

“Really? I thought we could spend the day together before I leave,” Zeke responded.

“You’re leaving?” You paused while putting on your shoes.

“I thought I told you. My internship is taking me on a trip for the next three days and then I’m heading home for the break,” Zeke said in between bites of food.

“Shit. You didn’t tell me. How about we hang out later today?”

“Yeah, I guess that sounds good to me. I’ll see you later,” he said.

“See ya.”

You went back to your apartment to freshen up and hurried to the diner Hange was it. You stepped through the doors and immediately saw Hange’s smiling face. They were waving you to their table. You greeted them with equal excitement and walked to them. For the past few weeks, some of your favorite moments have been hanging out with them. They always brightened your mood with their cheerful banter and love for life. You were excited to eat brunch with them and question them more about the history between the trio and your boyfriend.

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bigmeatymudcrabchitins · 4 years ago

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A not-so-brief overview of my Skyrim Dova OCs bc i need to scream to the digital void about my ideas

Freyora Lind, more commonly known by her strange alias “Bjorne Icepick”

A Nord-eventually-turned-werewolf who orphaned during the Great War and taken in by a Dunmeri mercenary whose residence was in Windhelm’s Gray Quarter. Grew up in a cramped boarding house setting among desperate mercenaries of varying backgrounds. Many of them would all come and go, but there was always some sort of a familial bond between them all.

From a young age she got in a lot of fights against people who insulted her for living in the Gray Quarter among the dark elves. Eventually she took a fight too far and was jailed for murder around 14, but was broken out shortly after by a band of masked vampires. Turns out some of her mercenary comrades unwittingly caught vampirism during a contract to clear out a vampire den and had to skip town, but not before ensuring one of their own wasn’t left to rot.

Lived in Cyrodil for about 15 years, but returned to Skyrim pursuing rumors surrounding a cure to vampirism, as her adoptive father would be nearing the end of his elven lifespan and had wished to die a normal death.

Seeing as she was literally a fugitive, and her long-belated parents were somewhat renowned for their battlefield prowess, she took on a false identity. AND an act to match it.

She’ll eat raw meat, chase prey with swords instead of using a bow like a normal person, harp about irrational conspiracy theories, and more. Everyone’s foul reactions to her outlandish act are plainly hilarious to her and only encourage her to act even stranger.

The alias “Bjorne Icepick” was simply the most ridiculous name she could think of.

Not the most morally outstanding. Besides drunken brawling, she’ll steal from anyone who angers her, even if it’s things she literally won’t ever need such as all the goblets in a household. It’s the pettiness that counts. “Try drinking your damn high-end wine now, jackass.”

Calls Dwarven Automatons “Gundams.” Including she herself, no one knows what that means.

Joins the Companions out of homesickness and a desire to fill in a gap that leaving home left.

Hasn’t bothered curing herself of lycanthropy because her whole schtick is being incredibly resourceful, and that includes using any means of power necessary. Still doesn’t fancy Hircine’s Hunting Grounds as her desired afterlife, though.

As her journey goes on, however, her lightheartedly eccentric face starts to fall off as a number of events push her to begin to question the legitimacy of her actions up until that point.

Some of which include the eventual death of her adoptive father (and how she was indirectly responsible for it even if it was what he wanted), Delphine’s ultimatum, the civil war as a collective, learning the tragic history behind the Falmer and the original Companions’ role in it, and killing of Vyrthur (no matter how much he genuinely deserved it).

She grows disgusted by herself down to the core. She takes to skooma to cope, and starts to be plagued by serious skooma-induced side effects. She ends up shutting herself away from all her responsibilities and distancing herself from her friends.

Does she get better? Maybe. I haven’t thought up anything past this point lol

Moureneris Alta

A very, VERY ancient vampiric snow elf, (though it’s notable she was born a considerable amount of time after the razing of Sarthaal)

Survived many atrocities. Stayed in isolation with a band of vampires for countless years out of sheer disgust for the nature of the sapient races. (I’ll explain her full story some other time. It’s pretty complicated)

She was abducted from her isolated lifestyle by a certain person i’ll talk about later. She managed to free herself south of Skyrim, and uh, walks right into that Imperial ambush. The rest is history.

Super ignorant to modern society as a result of centuries of isolation. Exploited for comedic relief. (“What in the name of Oblivion is a Cyrodilic Empire? Are you messing with me? And please, how does levitation magic simply get outlawed by this hypothetical Empire? What are you to do when you fall down a crevice? Just... let yourself perish? How degrading.)

She reintegrated herself into society with vengeance in mind under the belief that all humans are savage bloodlusting murderers who had to answer for their treachery. (And she was royally angry there was no Dwemer left to spite, but partially satisfied at the same time). But she grows conflicted after being shown genuine kindness, even as early as being freed from her binds in Helgen.

Subsequently has a very muddled redemption arc. Queue Dragonborn hero stuff

She has impaired vision, but she cultivated detect life magic to aid her in daily life and combat (think Hyakkimaru from Dororo ‘19 and his soul detection or Toph Beifong from ATLA and her seismic sense). At her peak, she can detect life from about a kilometer away.

She can just barely read, but only if she holds the text incredibly close to her face, not to mention her Cyrodilic lessons were left unfinished after her abduction, making reading a very taxing process. Weary travelers are often spooked at the sight of a floating, ghastly looking elven woman with her nose pressed up against crossroad signs, and it has become somewhat of an urban legend.

Isn’t as nearly as skilled with detecting the dead and tenses up in burial crypts or around other vampires for that reason. Unfortunately, being the Dragonborn and all, she finds herself in a lot of crypts...

When questioned about her background due to her unique appearance: “Oh, yeah. My mother was one of those mer from the east. You know the ones. Dark elves, I think? And my father was one of those er, tall elv- no, sorry, HIGH elves. Yeah. They both died in a big fire or something though. It was horrible. I can’t get the noxious smell or the deafening screams out of my head. Good talk, but never ask me about that again.”

Queue sheltered old immortal antics: “Wow, you’re THAT old? Enlighten me on how it felt witnessing the fall of the Dwemer. Or perhaps the rise of Tiber Septim’s Empire. The Gates of Ob-“ “Oblivion if I know. I lived in someone’s basement for thousands of years. And I still don’t know what everyone means by Empire. You all are messing with me, aren’t you? That really annoys me.”

She ultimately returns to faith in Auri-El and makes it her life’s purpose to help the Betrayed find peace, as well as to seek out any remaining snow elf groups. Probably good friends with Gelebor or something.

Had a crush on Serana. We all know how THAT went. Damned temples.

Was originally gonna spiral into a much darker corruption arc (another ATLA comparison being Jet or Hama) but I just felt bad for her. Moureneris can have a little found peace. As a treat.

That’s her preliminary design made. I’ll need a mod to properly play her, because that right there was made by choosing Dunmer as her race. But I can’t do that. I’m on console, and while I got the Steam port a month ago, my PC’s stone age specs can’t handle Skyrim yet and I’ll need to wait until I can afford a better graphics card (thanks economic inflation)

Alexandre Armasi, jokingly nicknamed Alexandre the Curious

A complete and unapologetic export of my character from a dead and unfinished DND campaign. Except there are no Aasimar in Skyrim, so he’s half Altmer half Bosmer. And his initial last name was Armas but I thought Armasi suited his Skyrim counterpart more, as subtle a change it is.

He’s mainly Bosmer in appearance and constitution, save for his hair and eyes, which are more similar to that of his Altmeri father’s.

I can’t really export his original backstory though because the campaign wouldn’t translate well into TES lore at all.

He’s a writer who came wandering into Skyrim in search of inspiration. While he mainly writes dramatic fables, he wanted to divert his focus to crafting his own bestiary and herbal compendium surrounding Skyrim’s fauna and flora. The ones at home are simply too vague to him!

He’s very altruistic, wishing to spread cheer wherever he goes, through the art of song (even though he was a cleric in DND and not a bard. My bad.) However, many of his verses are just blatant self promotions of his published fables.

But he’s too naive for his own good. Dangerously so. In fact, he says what’s on his mind with little forethought, with little grasp on the consequences of his actions, which lands him in lots of trouble. “I don’t favor him myself, but you guys kill people over Talos worship? That’s not very cool. A bit scary, if you ask me.” or “A Stormcloak rebel? Didn’t your leader kill a bunch of Reachmen rebels years back, or so I’ve heard. By the divines that’s not a man I’d make a symbol of nonconformity.”

He’s also insatiably curious. The type to ACTUALLY shove alchemic ingredients in his mouth with no knowledge of their properties, experiment with dangerous rune spells, throw rocks at pressure plates, and more. Needless to say he’s very accident prone.

Doesn’t know common curse words. People exploit this for laughs. Think that episode of Spongebob.

Everyone is a little baffled that HE of all people is the prophesied Dragonborn of legend. This agonizingly imbecilic writer who has absentmindedly wandered into burial crypts, troll dens, bandit forts, and more, too busy juggling his manuscripts to pay attention to his surroundings.

His past doesn’t exactly reflect his outlook on life. His mother and father fought in the Great War aligned with the Imperials despite their elven background. Both managed to live to see the war’s conclusion, but his father vanished without a trace shortly after, and it seems his mother knows something she won’t tell him.

With plenty of exposure to bad influences, his innocence is slowly lost throughout the course of his journey, and his altruism begins to grow twisted. But nevertheless, he maintains his jovial, social persona, except this time with much darker undertones. Kinda like a creepy dentist or something.

Whoops. He winds up becoming a feared Dark Brotherhood assassin. (Haha get it “Innocence Lost”???) He somehow deluded himself into thinking that the life of an assassin was the right thing to do. But he’s a funky little guy so he gets a pass for his heinous crimes against society

#skyrim #skyrim oc #dragonborn #dovahkiin

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rhysismydaddy · 4 years ago

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The Bodyguard Pt. 2 (Elorcan)

I didn’t really edit the ending of this whoops.

Part 1 | Part 3

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Elide turned over in bed for what had to be the hundredth time, practically strangling herself in her bed sheets. The idea was more than a little tempting at this point.

She glared at the ceiling for a moment, then sat up with a yell. “Get out!”

A deep, unaffected sigh graced her ears. “Go to sleep, Elide.”

Lorcan Salvaterre, her supposed-bodyguard-but-more-like-pain-in-the-ass, was sitting in a chair in the corner, long limbs sprawled in front of him, head resting against the wall of her room.

Her bedroom.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had a man in her bedroom, intent on staying the night. Oh, wait, yes she could.

Fucking never.

“I’m trying,” she spat back, exhaustion weighing heavily on her shoulders. “I can’t sleep with you in here, mouth breathing all over the place.”

That was such a lie she almost laughed. His even, deep breaths were the last thing keeping her awake.

He peered an eye open at her. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

I don’t know. “Just sit outside the door or something.”

Lorcan closed his dark eyes again. “The picture was taken from inside the room. I will stay inside the room.”

She groaned, and the corner of his lip quirked up.

“Would you feel more comfortable if I were in the bed with you?”

His eyes were still closed, but she pressed her palms over her cheeks to hide the blush anyway. “No, of course not.”

“That’s what I thought, so shut up and go to sleep.”

She was about to tell him what she’d do to him if he ever told her to shut up again when a loud bang sounded against the wall. Elide sat up, curious about what the hell had hit the side of the building hard enough to cause such a loud sou-

The glass window exploded before she could find out, a thousand razor sharp shards shooting across her room. But she wasn’t exactly concerned about that.

No, because faster than she could even track, Lorcan had thrown himself across her room, tackled her back down to the bed, and covered her body with his.

He was on top of her, legs covering hers, strong chest pressed against her, arms cradling her head.

She knew this was the last thing she should be thinking about while someone was trying to kill her, but good Lord the man was tall. And built like a freaking slab of concrete. His deliciously heavy weight was pressing her down against the mattress, allowing her to feel every inch of his body against hers.

“Don’t move.”

Move? She could hardly breathe. “I can’t, you heavy son of a bit-”

“Don’t speak, either.”

Repressing a smile, she did as she was told.

Eventually, when he’d deemed it safe enough, he rolled off of her. “Stay on the bed.”

Holy sweet- he should not say things like that.

She stayed still.

He searched the room, then picked something up and held it out to her. It was a brick, and a note was attached.

Elide,

October, 2016.

Elide read it again and again, praying the words would change but knowing they wouldn’t.

“What happened in October of 2016?” Lorcan asked, peering over her shoulder.

Ignoring him entirely, she shot out of bed and sprinted to her bathroom, barely making it before emptying her guts into the toilet.

Once she was done, she just flushed and leaned against the tub, not having the energy to get up. He leaned in the bathroom’s doorway, unperturbed. “Tell me what happened.”

“It’s not important.”

He narrowed his eyes, making him look a little like a predator about to swoop in for the kill. “Tell me.”

She shook her head. Lorcan pinched the bridge of his nose, then suddenly slid down the door frame to sit across from her. “No judgments. I promise. But I need to know what he’s talking about so I can protect you from it.”

A harsh laugh forced its way out of her at that. The man across from her just tilted his head and waited, his face uncharacteristically lacking its scowl.

“In October of 2016, I ran away.”

Lorcan nodded, so she continued. “It was really stupid, honestly. I didn’t have money or clothes or food, and I could hardly walk because of... I was hurt. Somehow, I managed to make it to the docks across town.”

“I thought I made it,” she scoffed, remembering how stupid she’d been. “I thought I was safe. Especially when one of the fisherman’s wives brought me food. But Vernon has everyone in that town on lock down. I never made it onto the boat.”

Elide had to clear her throat before saying the next part. “When he caught me and brought me back, he locked me up. In the basement, in the dark. The only time I’d see a light was when he opened the door to come down and punish me for being so foolish.”

“How long?” Lorcan asked, his voice holding a shocking amount of rage.

Wiping her face clean of tears, she smiled sadly and said, “Six months.”

His jaw was clenched so tight she worried he’d break a tooth.

“That was for when I ran away for less than a day. I’ve been gone for almost two years now. So if he catches me...” Steel made it’s way into her voice. “I’ll kill myself before I let him bring me back to that place.”

Lorcan’s eyes blazed at that statement. “That’s not going to happen. He’s not going to get to you.”

“He can get to me anywhere.” That was beyond true at this point.

“Not anywhere,” he growled, scooping her into his arms and standing up like she weighed nothing. He sounded a little pissed, a little remorseful.

“Um, what are you doing?” When he walked out into the hallway and slammed the door behind them, she amended her question. “Where are we going?”

He seemed to resent even saying the words, but replied, “My apartment.”

About thirty minutes later, she sat across from Lorcan in his living room, holding a cup of hot water.

She’d asked if he had tea and he’d given her the most affronted look and asked, “Why the hell would I drink dirty water?”

Men.

“Why are we here?”

He sighed. “We’re here because you’re not safe at your place.”

Elide glanced around. “And I’m safe here?” I mean, sure, it looked a bit safer, considering there were four deadbolts on the door, but that didn’t mean much.

“Believe me, it’s safe.” She raised an eyebrow, and he rolled his eyes. “I have bulletproof windows, the door’s made of steel, and no one’s allowed in the complex without a security code. Compared to your place, this is Fort Knox.”

“Oh.”

He nodded.

“Um, thank you, I guess.”

Lorcan cringed, clearly unused to having visitors. “You can have the guest bedroom.”

Taking his more than obvious hint, she walked down the hall and into the room. Like the rest of the place, it was painfully in need of a woman’s touch. Gray walls, black furniture, and a bed covered in a white comforter.

No art, no color, no anything.

The windows overlooked the city, but she took him at his word that they were bulletproof. She still yanked the curtains closed before flopping down on the bed.

And even though she felt completely awake, it wasn’t long before she drifted off to sleep.

Something nudged her shoulder, and she swatted whatever it was away.

It dodged and bumped her again.

Elide ignored it. Something important was flaring at the back of her mind, but she was too tired, too comfortable to do anything but nuzzle further into the pillow.

A gravelly voice interrupted her goal of falling back asleep. “You’re drooling on my pillow.”

She could recognize that ever-annoyed growl anywhere.

Peeking an eye open, she practically jumped out of her skin. Lorcan stood next to her, towering over the bed, wearing low-hanging sweatpants and no shirt. He sipped his coffee and cocked a brow at her, seemingly unaware of the fact that her position hanging off the bed put her face directly in front of his crotch.

Blushing like crazy, she turned over and sat up, making sure her sleep shirt and shorts was covering everything.

“It’s seven thirty,” he informed her helpfully.

Elide tried to ignore the fact that he was shirtless when he said it, but her brain didn’t listen to the order. Well-defined muscles she was pretty sure she didn’t even possess covered every inch of him, and it was all she could do to stop herself from reaching out and poking one.

“You’re drooling again,” he teased, making her blush.

She jumped out of bed, rushing to... oh, shit. “I don’t have any of my clothes! I don’t even have my toothbrush!”

Before she could start pacing, he nodded to the floor. A black duffel bag was below her, and when she glanced inside, she saw a pair of jeans and a grey turtleneck. And a toothbrush.

“When did you grab this?”

He certainly hadn’t packed a bag before carrying her out last night.

“I went this morning. Not all of us sleep in.”

She would’ve pointed out that anything before noon was the opposite of sleeping in, but she had to get to work. “Okay, thank you, now get out!” She pushed his shoulder, but he just shrugged her off, rolled his eyes, and walked out of the room.

So stubborn this morning.

Once she was ready, she stepped out and asked, “Ready for another day of therapy, Mr. Salvaterre? Maybe we can finally get you to open up and talk about your childhood.”

He just glowered and jerked his chin for her to follow him.

It was only her first day of staying at Lorcan’s place, but she could already tell he was regretting his decision to take her in.

By the time Friday rolled around, she and her new roomie had developed a pretty easy schedule to follow. But even without the stress of being kidnapped in her own home, it had been a long week.

She was beyond ready for the concert tonight.

“This is reckless,” Lorcan pointed out from his position leaning against the bathroom door.

Elide finished her mascara before replying. “It’s not reckless to have a life. What was the point escaping if I lock myself in my apartment all day, anyway?”

He glowered, but she noticed his eyes followed her movements as she drew on her lipstick. Repressing a smug grin, she took more care than usual, making sure it was just right.

When she was done, he got back to his point. “You have a life. A... career.”

A few days ago, she would’ve been annoyed at the resentment in his voice, but she’d gotten used to the idea that therapy wasn’t his thing. “Yes, but I need a social life. You know what that is, right?”

“I have acquaintances.”

She peered over her shoulder, eyes raking over his tall frame dressed in head to toe black. “No girlfriend?”

His eyes narrowed, just a fraction. “No girlfriend.”

That made a horde of butterflies parade through her gut, but she ignored them.

“Makes sense why this place has zero decorations, then,” she teased.

Lorcan looked at the ceiling, and she had a feeling he was praying for sanity. “I have a rug. This discussion is pointless, just like the concert. Let’s go.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was ready anyway, so she followed him downstairs. After a tense taxi ride--during which Lorcan glared at the driver so intensely he practically flew down the crowded streets--they were at MSK, a usually quiet bar on the opposite side of the city.

Lorcan eyed the place like it would be home to the toughest criminals alive, but she’d been here enough to see that the harsh exterior didn’t really matter.

Pulling him inside, she walked up to the bar and winked at the woman behind it.

Manon Blackbeak, the most insanely badass woman she knew and her absolute best friend, gave her a smile. Then glanced at the man next to her.

“Boyfriend,” she explained quickly before the man himself could say something stupid like the truth.

Said man glanced down at her and raised a brow, but she ignored it.

“Hm. You could do better,” Manon told her.

Elide ignored that, too. “You excited for tonight?”

MSK was her bar, so the concerts were a good way of bringing in revenue without having to do much. Plus, Asterin and her had been friends since they were toddlers, so they worked well together.

Manon shrugged. “I hate the new album, but the bar will make some money, so whatever. Want a drink?”

She could feel Lorcan’s eyes on her now. It had been his one big stipulation for “allowing” her to come: no drinking.

She shook her head, thankful the band started playing something loud and obnoxious so she didn’t have to explain. Asterin made her way on stage, and the crowd went crazy.

“This is the kind of music you like?” Lorcan leaned down to ask in her ear. “Metal?”

She laughed at the almost comical look of disgust on his face. “No. I just love Asterin enough to put up with it.”

After four songs, even Elide was doubting that statement. A look at Manon confirmed it. The album was worse than usual. “How much longer?”

Her best friend put her head on the bar and groaned. “God, I hope not long.”

She laughed, then glanced at Lorcan. He was sitting at the bar, glaring at anyone who tried to come close to her.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” she yelled.

He gestured for her to lead the way, and she rolled her eyes but walked down the dark hallway to the ladies room. She opened the door, glanced back at Lorcan, and shut the door between them before he could insist on coming in.

Absolutely ridiculous.

Even if his attention made her feel safe.

Ridiculous.

She washed up and used the bathroom, trying fruitlessly to fix her ruined makeup. Eventually, she figured the eyeliner was staying smudged and the lipstick was pretty much a lost cause, so she decided to just go back to the concert.

When she opened the door, Lorcan wasn’t waiting outside in the dim hallway like she expected. Maybe he went to the bathroom, too? Or maybe he had to take a call?

Both seemingly good options, but the little voice that had kept her alive this far screamed at her that something was wrong. Her fight or flight instinct activated, and like the other times that voice had saved her, she listened.

And bolted for the back door of the bar.

She’d get outside, make sure she was alone, and call Lorcan. Nothing was wrong.

The back door swung open, revealing two things and she stepped outside, relieved to see the alley empty.

That relief vanished as harsh hands wrapped around her shoulders and pushed her against the side of the building roughly.

Elide looked up frantically, her inner voice screeching warnings and now-helpless advice as she stared into the face of her uncle Vernon.

“Hello, Elide.”

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Part 3

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kiliinstinct · 5 years ago

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Have You Missed Me? // Nalu One-Shot

Inspired By the Recent Artwork by @fainttwinkling!! (Click Here For Image) One look and the emotions and situation between Natsu and Lucy just spoke to me, I had to write it out! Warning: Adult Content - You read that Right. Avert ye gaze if you’re a younglin’. Pairing: Obviously Nalu. Apologies for any spelling errors, I wrote this rather quickly and didn’t really take much time to edit.

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‘Have you missed me?’

Such a simple question with a loaded answer.

A day had turned to a week. A week into a month. A month…. Into three. Too long, far too long. It was taking its toll on him. An obvious toll that everyone could see. It started subtly. His smile stopped reaching his eyes one day- the cackling laugh that erupted so often grew quiet: subdued. At one point, he didn’t respond to Gray or even Gajeel goading him to a fight.

It was worrisome, but they all knew better than to force him. Natsu tried to live through every day as if nothing were wrong, but the longer Lucy stayed away, the harder it became. Jobs were easy. He went on one or two daily, even joined up with Erza, Gray and Wendy for a few that lasted a couple of days or more, but none would last as long as the one Lucy had been on and there was only so many days Natsu could pretend it wasn’t eating at him the longer she was away. They’d never been apart for so long, not since she’d joined the Guild- it was … an empty feeling he didn’t want to name.

Natsu had taken to sleeping in her apartment on Strawberry Street. It wasn’t beyond the ordinary; the days spent staying at her place tripled the moment their relationship became official, but his days after she left had begun at his own home with happy. It had changed with time- the small house became devoid of sound as he and Happy moved their nights to the comfort of Lucy’s empty bed.

The comforter smelled like her- a smell that couldn’t leave after so many washes or days away- it eased his nights and made it easier, though they were full of nightmares. Had the job gone wrong? Was she okay? Countless nights finding her again and again, only for her to disappear in a multitude of ways: wounded, fading, dying, waving goodbye- versions were endless. He never spoke of them, but every guild member knew something was wrong when he came to the Hall, tired and dazed, falling asleep with his face smushed in the Fire Chicken placed before him.

“- maybe you should get some more sleep.” Erza said, frowning pulling at her face while her arms crossed. “Making a mess is usual, but this is becoming ridiculous.”

“I’m fine.” He grumbled, face planted to the table, little specks of the earlier dish still covering a bit of his nose and chin. He’d wipe them off later. Natsu may have been pushing Erza’s button’s with that response, but even Gray tapped the wood next to him, chiming in with an opinion before the redhead could continue.

“Dude, serious,” He mumbled, scratched the back of his head, somewhat uncomfortable. “Usually I’d call you an idiot, but even I’m starting to feel bad. Either quit sulking or go back to bed!”

Natsu lifted a hand to give his fellow wizard a well-known hand signal that gave his opinion loud and clear. Gray smacked the hand and scoffed. “Fine. Suit yourself, you flamin’ idiot.”

“Is-.. is Natsu going to be okay?”

“I said I’m fine!” Snapped Natsu, finally lifting his head to look towards Wendy, pulling a small grin. “Seriously guys, I know Lucy’s more than tough and will be back in no time, so can ya’ drop it?”

His answer came when Erza’s hand shot out, pinching his ear and forcing a loud yelp to escape him, “We’ll drop it as soon as you stop pathetically moping on the table, and get some sleep!”

A grunt of pain, a few chuckles around the hall, and a wave to Happy was the end to his venture that day- effectively kicked out for rest. ‘Don’t you worry, Natsu!’ Happy had told him whilst he was shoved out the door, ‘I’ll hold the fort until you feel better and if Lucy comes back, I’ll even tell her where you’re at!’

Pfft, He thanked Happy with a pat to the Exceed’s head, but figured it wouldn’t matter. Lucy always liked to come home first and if that happened… well, he certainly wasn’t sleeping back at his place. Surrounded by so many memories somehow made his sleep even worse. Slinking through Lucy’s window, it was easy to flop onto the mattress, shuffle himself against the blanket and pillows and let his exhaustion over take him. Maybe once he rested, he could drag Happy off for fishing or another job….

Her scent was there again, overflowing his senses. Natsu’s tense muscles relaxed, sighing softly as the pillow and scarf effectively covered his tired eyes. He’d worry about shutting the window later (if he remembered)- for now he was more than content to slowly drift off. The ticking of a nearby clock reminded him vaguely of the emptiness in the apartment and he frowned, peeking one eye out into the dim light of her room.

It wasn’t as fun without Lucy around… he’d noticed it before, time and time again- the exhilaration he’d feel when they were doing things together: either playing a game, teasing or working- the world just seemed a little bit brighter. While his life was still bright, and his family there- somehow… things just felt….

“It’s all dusty.” He mumbled. With that word in the air, he sighed, allowing dark, tired eyes to slide shut, and waited for his tired body to give in.

Lucy’s scent was overwhelming when he came to.

It was everywhere, strong and musky- the sort of smell that followed her after a hard job or training. Usually she would shower immediately, claiming she felt gross and had to wash herself, but he never minded it. (It really wasn’t THAT bad of a smell- most wouldn’t even notice if they didn’t have the sort of nose he did.) This was a scent he was used to, but as the sleep slowly seeped from him, Natsu realized it was far too strong and-

A rustling of hair brushed his face, the mattress bent from added weight and the window clicking shut echoed through the room- Natsu’s eyes shot open, very much awake.

“-Lucy?!” The question held excitement, blood pumping through his ears as he hoped his senses hadn’t betrayed him- freezing in place when he was greeted with the family, brown eyes of his girlfriend.

She had also frozen, slightly leaning over him still from her attempts to shut the window as quietly as possible. “Oh- sorry, did I wake you?” She questioned, voice low, as if her quiet whispers could lull him back to sleep. “You looked so tired, I didn’t want to-”

Lucy never had the chance to finish her sentence as Natsu’s body reacted, surging forward to grab her- the force sent them both tumbling off the bed and crashing to the floor. Her screech was sudden and it rang in his ears, but he didn’t care- he was more concerned with ensuring he wasn’t having another one of his many vivid dreams. She felt real enough- her clothes were wrinkled from travel- her hair frizzed in weird places and her keys jangled at her hip.

Her body directly beneath his, hips straddling by his own legs and breath panting into his ear as she struggled to adjust to his sudden weight, gave Natsu all the proof he needed: His Lucy was home.

“Weirdo,” Natsu said, head lifting to beam at her- the dimples in his smile meeting his eyes for what felt the first time in weeks, “You’ve been workin’ forever and you're worried about ME bein’ tired?”

Lucy’s answering smile looked winded and she simpered, “- it was only a few months, not forever, you goof. I came back just fine!.”

“Yeah, yeah you sure did,” He rasped back, lips surging down to silence her. He didn’t want to talk, not just yet. Natsu’s relieved laughter passed from his mouth to hers, lips molding over her own, coaxing them open to dip his tongue in to meet her own- it wasn’t tentative or searching. It was fast, desperate almost. The taste of her, the feel of her breath against his face, the way she squirmed and looked for a position for her arms as their kiss grew more frenzied…

It spoke the words he didn’t know how to say. I’ve missed you. I’ve missed you so damn much… !

Lucy hadn’t been prepared, gasping for much needed air when Natsu finally relented, pecking her mouth over and over in between laughter and their whispered names. He couldn’t get enough. Wouldn’t get enough. Not just yet. Rough fingers move along the curve of her hips, finding the skin her shirt couldn’t cover- he grasped her, feeling the rise in temperature, the hitch of her breath as his hot mouth descended upon her jaw before moving back up again. What seemed rushed, turned slow as he took in air and pulled back to admire the flush and swell of Lucy’s lips. How he’d missed that dazed look on her eyes.

“Natsu what are you-” Another interrupted, but a welcomed one. Lucy bit back her words, cheeks growing redder as Natsu tenderly moved to press a soft kiss to her nose, her eyelids and even her forehead, before moving back to her lips. The rough movement that started took a more sensuous turn as he pressed their heads together, dark eyes simmering in the dark. The sun had been high when he’d fallen asleep, but now, he subconsciously realized their only source of light was a gentle glow from the moon.

Though he was far more interested in the light he held within his very arms. “You are never takin’ a job that long ever again.” He said- voice serious, but eyes gleaming as he sat up, pulling her with him to brush their hips together- allowing her fingers, now shaking with her own anticipation and need, to slide his scarf off slowly before zipping down his coat to brush off his shoulders. She gave him a look he knew all too well and he backpedaled, “At least not without me you aren’t.”

What started as a reprimand turned to a giggle as Lucy’s slim fingers finally pushed off the fabric of Natsu’s clothes and met with his heated skin, “Have you missed me, Natsu?” She asked. No answer was needed- they both knew it either way and her laughter was muffled by his impatient hands suddenly pulling at her shirt, lifting it over her arms and tossing it aside. In no time, his own hands found skin once more, trailing up and down her Lucy’s ribs before grasping the swell of her breasts, squeezing in a silent tempo while his mouth covered hers.

The slow, languid push and pull of their tongues was met with soft sighs and more murmurs- her legs positioned over his, pelvis and hips pressing atop his own and his hands, still impatient for more touch, grasped her thigh to push her closer against him and explored the expanse of her back. Lucy whimpered when he pulled away, teeth nipping her lip before descending downward, brows furrowed as he placed nips and open mouthed kisses over her neck and shoulder.

More. He needed more.

Lucy tilted her head back, giving Natsu more room to move, arms moving over his shoulder, hips shifting as he continued to suck against her skin leaving a trail of marks. There were many words at the tip of her tongue, all wanting to be released, but she held them back. Not yet, not now- he needed this, inhaling sharply when his teeth and tongue met the tip of her nipples, she admitted in lustful whispers her own need.

‘I missed you. I missed Happy.. I missed Gray, Erza and Wendy…’

Another rough suck and her hips gyrated against his, heat pooling in her stomach, twisting and coiling as nails dragged down his shoulders.

‘But most importantly…’

Another press against each other, their bottoms still in the way and Natsu growled, impatient, frustrated- Lucy whined in response as his hands quickly moved to push her skirt up, thin, lace panties pushed aside for his fingers to move and test her. She was already prepared for him- already waiting, needing- wanting-

Natsu’s impatience grew, but he ignored the tightness of his pants, grunting in satisfaction when the pads of his fingers found the sensitive bud, hidden from everyone, but him. He circled his finger, gave pressure and stimulation- marveling at the slowly building sounds that escaped Lucy’s mouth. She’d always been noisy- breathy and more than willing to tell him just what she liked through hushed whispers against his ear.

‘I missed you-!’

It if had been any other day, any other night- they may have taken their time. Natsu would have eventually moved her to the bed and consumed every inch of her wish his mouth and she may have traced the contours of every muscle he possessed with her tongue before swallowing him down for great release. This was not that night. A heavy need consumed every move, every motion- Natsu’s hand continued to press and play against her, eventually testing her wetness by dipping two fingers inside, thrusting in and out.

While she crooned, urging him on, hips moving against his own in a tempo searching for a release she hadn’t reached since the last she had seen him, Natsu continued his crusade against her skin: his teeth marked her with more love bites and when one breast received enough attention to ache when he pulled away, he moved to the other, suckling and pulling forth more sounds from her mouth as he helped build her need higher and higher. He timed it with the thrusts of his fingers and pressing of his thumb, but Natsu wasn’t the only one.

Lucy needed more- far more than what she was given, mind altered by the steady build he was giving her inflamed body. Fingers quickly unclasped the belt as his waist, weaved around his own hands to push the hem of his pants down- finally grasping the hardness she desperately wanted to replace his fingers.

He was hard, painfully so- his movements paused when she gripped him, pumping her hand up and down while their eyes finally met with the other. A silent conversation passed between them- heavy breathing mixed between the two in the heavy air, and his hand finally slid away from her- giving opening for the swell of his head to touch against her, teasing as her hips moved to angle herself. “N-Natsu,” Lucy rasped, free hand moved to caress his face, tongue peeking out to swipe at her swollen lips, “We can take our time later, please just- “ She whined again when his hands gripped her hips in response, “Just do it!”

Fingers flexed against her and Natsu helped with the very thing she wanted. Pressing her hips down against him, he slipped inside her, groaning from the sensation. They were together, working as one, taking only a few moments to adjust before their hips were moving together in a well-practiced rhythm that would send them higher and higher to a point they both desperately needed.

They kissed, mouths moving sloppily together, unable to keep up with their frantic pace. Natsu was already pent up, but he groaned in his attempts to hold back the pleasure. Not yet, not so soon, Lucy’s insides gripped him with every thrust and her mouth mimicking his own moments before, sucked the skin of his neck, licked the sweat as her own gasps and mewls echoed into the room. “D-damn that feels so good, Lucy!”

He howled his praises and the work of his hands served their purpose, Lucy’s pleasure was already meeting the precipice she sought. Her movements stuttered and she grit her teeth, biting his skin when wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, crying out his name, Natsu finally allowed his own release- giving in to the conjoined pleasure, surging roughly inside her with every spurt of his orgasm. .

It felt like mere seconds and an eternity had passed, panting against the other with sweaty foreheads pressed together. Lucy shuddered in the aftermath, slouching against Natsu as he held her. It was a few minutes longer before they both put together the crumpled clothes on their hips- their position on the floor and lost clothing littered around them.

Natsu laughed first. A low, tired chuckle soon followed by Lucy's lips slowly meeting again between giggles. With weary limbs, they eventually moved to Lucy’s bed, sliding under the blankets as they kicked away the rest of their clothes. They would worry about the clean up later.

Silence fell between them. A peaceful calm that comes between two people when they’ve finally come home: relief and contentedness filling them as Natsu pulled Lucy close against him, arms encircling her hips as she snuggled close. He pressed soft kisses against the back of her ear, and she giggled at each one, hands moved to encircle with his fingers. Despite his overdue rest through the day, Natsu felt all the worries and nerves he’d hidden beneath the surface, slide away, covering him with a different kind of exhaustion.

It wasn’t until Lucy’s own breathing began to even, closing in on sleep, that he chose to finally answer the question she’d gave him. Another soft kiss before he nuzzled his face into her hair.

“I missed ya way too damn much.” He admitted, practically purring into Lucy’s golden tresses. She snorted, the closest to a laugh she could come while her limbs were so tired, but squeezed his hand in response. “- how did the job go?”

Her sleepy reply came with a tilt of her head, pride swimming in her eyes, “The client was happy he requested my help and I have a new key to show for it.” Before he could ask further, she tilted herself enough to kiss the tip of his nose and fell back against her own pillows. “- talk more later, sleep now.”

Her tired plea and yawn pulled forth another laugh from Natsu, but he didn’t fight it.

They had plenty of time to catch up. For now, he’d keep her all to himself.

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superfreakerz · 6 years ago

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TDS 11

"The Dragneel Scrapbook"

Rated M.

Art by @ccrispy

Summary: They've loved each other every step of the way, from becoming partners to getting married, and now they get to experience raising kids. Snapshots of the Dragneel family life.

Read earlier chapters on FF.net

Chapter 11

Sleepless Nights for All

Being able to hold Nashi in her arms made the nine months of cravings, mood swings, and aches worth it. Lucy smiled down at her baby, cradling Nashi against her chest. After giving birth, she and Nashi were forced to stay at the infirmary for a few days to recuperate, but now it was finally time to go home.

Gently getting out of bed, trying not to wake Nashi, Lucy slipped on her shoes and headed to where the rest of the guild was. She recalled the day Nashi was born, when everyone was finally allowed to see her.

Not wanting to fill the tiny room with the whole guild, they decided to introduce her in small segments, starting with their closest friends. The rest of Team Natsu along with Gajeel, Levy, and Juvia filed into the room, circling around the small family.

"She's beautiful, Lu-chan," Levy breathed out. "Congratulations!"

"Thanks, Levy-chan," Lucy replied with a smile. "Do you want to hold her?"

"Of course!"

Lucy gently handed Nashi to Levy, who was already familiar with holding babies. With that, everyone started demanding for their turn to hold the child. Even Gajeel had gruffly stated that he should be able to hold Nashi to show Gray how it's done.

Gray took Nashi into his arms, albeit awkwardly. A warm smile spread over his face as he took in the child's features. Nashi's looks, just like her name, were a mix of Lucy and Natsu's. With light pink hair and those big brown eyes, her resemblance to her parents was striking.

Even though Nashi wasn't his child, he already loved her enough like she was. They weren't related by blood, but he'd be damned if she wasn't his niece.

"Thank god," he breathed out, gaining everyone's attention.

"For what?" Erza asked.

"Thank god she's not ugly like her dad."

Everyone besides Natsu, even Lucy, had to stifle their laughter so as not to wake Nashi.

"If you weren't holding my kid right now, I would beat the hell out of you," Natsu said, glaring at his friend.

"I'd like to see you try, Ash for Brains."

"Oh yeah? Then hand Nashi over to Juvia and let's settle this. Unless you're too much of a wimp."

"Will you shut up already?" Lucy said with a sigh. Rubbing her temples, she glared at the sources of her oncoming headache. "No fighting around the baby. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

Opening the door, Lucy padded over to the guildhall where everyone else was. Well, save for Natsu and Happy. They were at home making sure everything was nice and tidy before Nashi arrived.

All eyes landed on her immediately and soon enough, she was surrounded by her guildmates.

"It's Nashi!" a few of them cried, gushing over the infant.

"Yes, yes," Lucy replied. "We're finally allowed to go home, so we were heading there now."

"Oh, I'll walk you there," Gray said. Knowing that the blonde was going to protest, he cut her off with, "It doesn't feel right lettin' you walk home alone, so no complaining. Wanna come too, Juvia?"

His wife nodded, and soon enough, all of their friends took it upon themselves to walk Lucy and Nashi home. Lucy sighed, though really it made her happy. Everyone in the guild cared about her and her daughter. It warmed her heart.

Reaching the cottage, Gray opened the door for everyone. Lucy was hesitant to enter, knowing that cleaning was not Natsu and Happy's forte. She really couldn't trust them with the task.

Walking into the small home, Lucy was blown away with how clean it was. Despite being away for days, the place was spotless thanks to Natsu and Happy's efforts. The dishes weren't piled up in the sink, there weren't any fish bones stashed in weird places, and she could actually see the floor.

"Lucy's home!" Natsu exclaimed from the other room. In the blink of an eye, the dragon slayer was bouncing in front of them, his eyes glued to his daughter. "Nashi, Nashi, Nashi!"

Lucy giggled, handing Nashi over to Natsu. Whenever he was at the infirmary, he insisted on holding Nashi the entire time, cradling her close to his chest with a bright grin plastered to his face. Since they were adding a new member to their family, Natsu, Happy, and the rest of the gang decided to renovate their cottage while she was stuck in the infirmary, extending it and adding two new bedrooms, one for Nashi and one for Happy.

"This place looks amazing!" Lucy exclaimed, walking past Natsu to check out the rest of their house. Opening the door to one of the newer bedrooms, she knew right away that it was Happy's based on the pile of fish bones stacked on the floor. She would've been disgusted, but considering it was his room, she didn't mind so much. At least he kept the rest of the house cleaned.

Walking to the adjacent room, she swung the door open. Her jaw dropped on its hinges as she took in the sight. The walls were a pastel yellow with pink stripes. In a corner of the room stood Nashi's crib, which was covered with pink blankets and stuffed animals. Even the floor was covered with toys that were given to them by their guildmates.

"It's so nice," Lucy breathed out.

"I know, right?" Natsu replied, standing beside his wife with a toothy grin. "She's three days old and already has a nicer bedroom than her parents!"

"You can say that again! Thanks a lot, you guys. It means a lot that you helped us with all of this while I was away."

Their friends smiled back at her.

"Don't mention it," Gray said, ruffling the blonde's hair. "I'm just glad that I'm back at home instead of sleeping on your couch."

"I think I'm going to miss bugging you for ice."

"I won't."

With that, the group situated themselves in the living room, chatting softly to keep from waking Nashi. Lucy suggested that Natsu put her in her crib, but the boy refused. It was impossible to tear him away from Nashi.

Once the sun was replaced with the moon in the sky, everyone took it upon themselves to leave. Lucy cracked a yawn, excited to finally be able to sleep in their bed again. The infirmary bed was uncomfortable with loose springs and scratchy blankets.

"Alright, Natsu," she called out. "You really have to put Nashi in her crib now. It's time for bed."

Her husband frowned but nodded nonetheless. Happy flew over the baby, smiling at her sleeping face.

"It's a good thing she doesn't snore like you, Lucy!" he teased.

"I do not snore!" Lucy cried.

"Yeah you do," Natsu replied, laughing at the blonde's misery. "Louder than me and Happy put together!"

Knowing that it was time for bed, Natsu kissed Nashi gently on the forehead before leaning down and placing her in the crib. He and Lucy stood by the crib while Happy flew above them. It was finally their first night at home together as a family.

"Goodnight, Nashi," Natsu whispered. "We love you."

Lucy smiled fondly at her daughter, smoothing a hand over her pink hair before walking out of the bedroom with everyone else. With that, she plopped in her bed, ready to get a full night of sleep.

Or so she thought.

It was only an hour into the night when the whole house was woken up by blood curdling screams. She and Natsu shot up in bed, sharing a quick glance before rushing into Nashi's room. There, they found their daughter yelling, her face red as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Why is she crying?" Natsu asked, his voice laced with concern.

"I'm not really sure," Lucy answered. A frown spread over her face. Only days into being a mother and she was already hit with a problem she didn't know how to solve. "Levy told me that the twins cried a lot through the night."

"So this is normal?"

"I'm pretty sure."

"So what do we do?"

"I have no idea."

Natsu bent over the crib and scooped Nashi into his arms. Rocking gently in place, he hoped to soothe the girl's crying. Eventually, Nashi's cries turned into faint sniffles before she was back to sleep.

"We did it!" Natsu exclaimed, sharing a high-five with Lucy. With slow steps, he walked back towards the crib and lowered Nashi back in.

"Good job. Now let's go back to sleep," Lucy replied, leading the way back to their bedroom.

Forty minutes passed when they were woken up yet again by Nashi's cries. With half-lidded eyes, the couple went back to her room, their feet dragging as if tied to bricks. Wordlessly, Lucy picked up their daughter and bounced in place, calming her down. Once she stopped crying, they left again.

The next time they were woken up, they were surprised to find that only twenty minutes had passed since they last pacified Nashi. As the intervals got shorter and shorter, so did their time of sleep. The parents looked exhausted with crust in the corners of their eyes, disheveled hair, and sluggish movements.

"Please, Nashi," Lucy whispered as she rocked the child. "Your mom needs her beauty sleep."

"And your dad needs to sleep so he can have the energy to beat up your Uncle Gray tomorrow," Natsu added.

But of course, their pleas fell on deaf ears and almost ten minutes after they got back into bed, Nashi started screaming once again.

"Stay," Natsu told Lucy. He yawned, running a hand through his hair to push his bangs out of his face. "I got it this time. You can just go back to sleep."

Lucy, in her tired state, simply nodded and mumbled a word of thanks before passing out right before his eyes. Natsu smiled down at his wife. After all of her hard work in the last few days, she deserved at least one night's rest.

Walking back to Nashi's room, he peered into the crib. Nashi's tiny hands were balled into loose fists. Despite being dark in the room, he could still make out the red tinge on her face.

"Your crying is loud enough to wake up all of Magnolia, you know that?" Natsu whispered. Smoothing a hand over his daughter's forehead, he smiled. "You just want some company, don't you? That's why you keep cryin' when your mom and I put you back in the crib."

Instead of cradling Nashi, Natsu moved her over to the side a bit before gently swinging his leg over the crib's posts. Hoisting himself inside the tiny crib, he bent his knees so that he could fit beside Nashi. He knew his body was going to ache all over tomorrow, but holding Nashi in his arms and hearing her stop crying made it worth it. Together, the two drifted off into sleep.

The next morning, Lucy was surprised to find that Natsu wasn't beside her. Getting out of bed, she headed straight for Nashi's room, expecting to find him standing up and still rocking her. Not finding anyone once she swung the door open, she was about to check the living room when she heard faint snores.

With an arched brow, Lucy approached the crib, peering in to find Natsu snuggling with Nashi, both of their mouths parted with drool dripping down their chins. Natsu's body was bent no doubt in an uncomfortable position.

A smile graced Lucy's face as she stared lovingly at the two. Natsu may not have always vocalized how he felt, but his actions always made his feelings clear. And in that moment, it was clear as day that he loved their daughter more than words could ever describe.

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your-write-or-die-blog · 5 years ago

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It had been a while since my last casting call. Looking around me now at the que of girls wearing 90’s style windbreakers, crisp new vans, and highlight on the tips of their noses, I felt as though I had been thrust into a world of Instagram models and I’d received an invite on accident. The open call was massive, for a pop band music video coming out in the summer. The line of girls snaked halfway around the Hollywood studio lot, adjacent one set comprised of six or seven fake houses that looked vaguely like something I’d seen on television. I squinted at them for a moment and racked my brains. Dexter, maybe? The girl in line behind me caught my eye and craned her neck in the same direction, eager energy exuding from her. I turned a little bit to smile at her, but couldn’t tell if she’d noticed behind her dark aviators. Maybe she was as nervous as I was. Maybe she was just so flat out gorgeous and cool that she didn’t think I was worth her acknowledgement. I knew from past experience how ruthless Hollywood was. Even though this was my fifth casting call this month, and even though I’d been working to put some weight off and had even gotten up early to do my hair, I began to feel more and more unprepared and out of place in my plain black jeans, doc martens and casual spaghetti strap top. I realized I hadn’t even taken time to read the email from the casting company. Convinced I wasn’t going to make any friends in line, I pulled it up on my smartphone. My stomach sank a bit. The company was looking for a “love interest” role, and warned that actors should be prepared for the audition to include “physical touch” and other possible “romantic gestures”. The coffee on my breath became brutally apparent and I considered ditching the audition entirely. How and why did I not stop to read the stupid email before driving here and freaking out over the lack of parking for almost an hour? My mind began to race. What if the lead singer was gross? “Romance” wasn’t exactly my forte either – I had never gone out for a “love interest” role. This is why I needed an agent. After a few deep breaths, I found a stick of gum in the bottom of my purse along with my resolve. I was already here and I needed the money, I thought. Waiting tables at the Mel’s on Sunset simply wasn’t cutting it, and if this band was as big as this massive turn out led me to believe, I knew it would mean a nice chunk of cash if I somehow landed the part. Plus, music was a huge part of my life – I’d been writing songs on piano since I was 12. To help make someone’s music come to life on screen would be an absolute pleasure of mine… I just hoped their music was good. The sun began to set and the temperature dropped a bit, a refreshing and welcomed change that seemed to help calm my nerves. To help pass the time I put on my headphones and cranked up my favorite 80’s music: Depeche Mode, Oingo Boingo and Fleetwood Mac. Before too long I found my way to the front of the line. The clipboard lady gestured for me to pause as she held her ear to a mess of static through her walkie. She eyed me and my plain face and smiled patiently, then sighed and shook her head. “I’ve got no clue what he just said,” she admitted. “You’re adorable honey, you’re gonna do great,” she said as she checked my ID’s. She looked like she’d been on her feet for hours now, but the sentiment seemed genuine and I smiled back appreciatively. She handed me a ticket. “You’re number 412,” she said, “don’t lose that ticket.” My stomach sank again. 412, I thought. There’s no way I’m getting this part. The next clipboard-person was a tall gay man, head bald as a bowling ball. He singled me out as I walked by and asked if I had my portfolio. I handed it over and he flipped through it, looked at me somewhat indifferently and then directed me to a room off to the left. My palms were sweating. What if I didn’t fit the part and this was the end? The situation became more and more real. I jumped when he began instructing us, not realizing that he had followed along behind me. “Okay, ladies, watch your step - NICE shoes, file in loves, careful now” he said in a thick British accent, ushering myself and a few other girls into a dark, cool room. The entrance to this stage had a little sitting area – I found a seat and stuck my hands between my legs, praying that they dry before something important started happening. I looked up – the ceiling was very high like a warehouse, the lights along it stark and expensive-looking. To break the silence I leaned over to the girl on my left, who had waist length blonde hair that looked incredible with her yellow corduroy miniskirt: “With the lights and stuff, it’s sort of like Costco in here, isn’t it?” She looked back at me confused and I decided I wasn’t going to speak anymore. The first part of the audition was more of a group interview – the bald clipboard guy picked me out with three other girls and I felt a surge of relief. I’d experienced auditions like this before – it was a great way for casting to get through more people more quickly. This casting team in particular thankfully seemed a lot friendlier than most I’d encountered, casual even. They only asked us our names and to tell them about ourselves – the blonde girl laid it on thick, charisma oozing out of every hand motion and inflection. The second girl seemed almost disinterested, explaining that she went to school in the area and that her friend had told her to come. Finally, they got around to me. A kind-eyed but important looking woman dressed in linen asked what had inspired me to audition. “I love music and I love to create,” I answered easily. She straightened a little bit and asked me to talk a little more about that. I suddenly felt very honest. "Music is such an important part of my life...and of society, it allows us to communicate what could otherwise be lost in a boring old conversation. People talk too much, I think..." I trailed off and became very aware that everyone's eyes were fixed on me now. I felt like I had somehow answered... correctly? She nodded agreeably and motioned for me to go on. "Well I like to write my own songs and I perform open mics sometimes when I'm feeling brave," I continued, "It's hard for me to bear my soul like that...working with someone who is brave for a living would be incredible." The woman looked up from her notes and leaned over the table, smiling ear to ear. "Anything else, darling?" This audition was suddenly much different than any I had gone to before. My ears were burning. I untucked my curls to cover them. "No," I laughed. "I guess that's it." The three directors laughed along with me, which felt amazing. The woman in linens stood up suddenly and removed her glasses so that they hung down on her neck. "And," she started, raising her eyebrows, "what do you think of Matty Healy?" The atmosphere in the room shifted at the name. The director lady smirked knowingly as the girl next to me melted just a little bit into her boots. I realized they all knew something that I didn't. Before I could embarrass myself by asking who Matty Healy was, suddenly he was there. "Did I hear my name?" He was holding a cup of coffee without a lid, a large plastic clip holding his dark curls away from his face, which was scrunched up into a cheesy grin that sent butterflies rippling through my stomach. To complete the actor-on-set look he wore a gray sort of bathrobe over his wardrobe, charmingly mismatched with a beautiful pair of shiny black shoes. The girls on either side of me unabashedly began to squeal. The directors smiled patiently as he came over to greet us. I watched three girls fall in love with the same man at the same time. "We're taking five," he said in a beautiful accent, taking the blonde girl's hand and kissing it very lightly. "God, it's cold in here when you're not dancing about like a lunatic, innit?" he murmured to the group of us, explaining the bathrobe. He was so adorable that I couldn't help but hold the back of my hand over my mouth. He caught the motion and looked over at me now. "Hi," he said, nodding to me as our eyes met. His were warm even in the harsh warehouse lighting. He introduced himself: "I'm Matthew." Embarrassment froze me for a moment. Oh God, I thought. How long had he been standing around that corner? He had probably heard the whole audition. But those eyes were so reassuring. Despite not knowing his name a mere ten seconds ago, I felt immediately comfortable with him. "Hi," I replied quietly with a laugh, surprising myself by leaning in to politely hug him around the shoulders. Matty did not seem surprised as all; catching my arms for a moment and holding them there. He smelled like hair product and cigarettes. "Thank you," he hummed warmly near my neck so that only I could hear. "I needed that today." He sounded sincere. When he pulled away, I was grinning like an idiot. "Erm," he started, tearing his eyes from me. "This project is very important to me and I've very grateful to you all for coming out and being a part of it. We're having a bit of a party for the next part of the audition so I hope to see you girls there," he smiled again and waved sweetly to everyone, murmuring something quickly to the director before shuffling back around the corner. I continued desperately to try and calm the redness in my face as the rest of the models openly fan-girled to one another, glancing over at me with a mix of delight and envy. "Okay, ladies," the woman with the glasses chuckled, waiting for us to settle. "Like Matt said, this next part of the audition we're going to have a sort of mock-shoot just to test if you're compatible - " The bald man threw his hands up in exasperation. "Nora means we want to see some chemistry, duh." Nora rolled her eyes good-naturedly as we all turned to "ooh" at each other, "right, exactly, so there's going to be some dancing involved, we're going to play a little clip of music and we just want to see you interact with Matty and have a good time. As specified in the email if you're not comfortable with this we thank you for coming out anyway. Go ahead and have a seat in the waiting area and we'll come grab you when we're ready for you, there should be water and snacks in a couple minutes." Out of 412 girls auditioning, the waiting area only had a couple dozen. The vibe was different from before, the ice had been broken and all the models chatted excitedly, sipping water, munching grapes and crackers. Not all of them had been there to meet Matty, and they teemed up around me after hearing that we'd had a little moment. Thirty minutes went by and only one girl had been asked to the set. Nora popped in and my heart sank. An extra-cautious layer of professionalism coated her voice this time. "Hello ladies, just a reminder that we had a massive turn out today and unfortunately we can only consider a few of you. We really are grateful to you for showing up but Matty and the team are looking for someone pretty," she paused, "specific ... when it comes to this video in particular and we are doing our best today. Thanks again for your patience." She smiled dryly and dipped out, hateful eyes amounting on her back. I swallowed dryly. Another ten minutes went by and two models had already given up, packing up their things with heels clack-clacking through the stage door. The quintessential Hollywood phrase was "hurry up and wait", but forty minutes had never felt quite so long to me. Finally, Nora reappeared and pointed at me with that knowing smile. It was only then that I realized I'd been holding my breath - I sighed out in relief and hurriedly grabbed my jacket, ignoring the stares behind me. While it was small, the set was much less "mock" than I anticipated: full lights and camera surrounding a simple white backdrop where a crew member sat in behind the drum set. A few other crew members were buzzing about, setting marks with tape on the floor, discussing angles, scrutinizing their notes. Matty sat on a director's chair behind the mic stand without his bathrobe this time, legs crossed. Before I could catch his eye I had a round brush in my face. "Just a little shiny there," the makeup artist said to me, motioning my chin up to her. "God, you've got great skin... how old are you?" I stumbled over my words, still getting my bearings. She waved in a "never-mind" motion. "You're over 18 though, right?" I nodded carefully as she dabbed rouge along my cheekbones with her ring finger. "There... just so these lights don't wash you out too much." She smiled and gave the hair around my face a couple twists and a spray. "Beautiful. Good luck!" Someone clapped their hands a couple times to get everyone's attention. "Alright, welcome Miss..?" I squinted past the lights and called out my name to who I assumed was the video director. "Very nice, hi, yes," he sighed in the exasperated sort of way that directors do, "Okay! So - we're going to play some music and have you sort of perform with Matty here - dance, flirt, pull his hair, whatever you want, ok? Are you ready?" I nodded and a surge of confidence shot through me as Matty looked up with that smile, scooting the chair out of the shot and putting his hand on my shoulder as if we'd known each other for years. "I do hope you don't pull my hair," he joked, "it took an awful long time to fix." "I mean it's your video, Healy," I shrugged. My God, I thought. What a face. The audition had already started and I didn't even realize. The audio was much less professional, a boom box off to the side started playing a song that I immediately recognized from the radio and I realized that the man who had decided just now to dip me was probably worth millions. I recovered from the dip and followed his lead as he whipped the mic around and began sort of half-singing, half mouthing along to the lyrics. Although the mic was off, up this close I could tell that his voice was absolutely lovely. As he made his way behind the stand-in drummer he eyed me, still gauging. I took half a second to collect myself and followed the vibe of the song, deciding the sort of alt rock guitar riffs called for some hair shaking and punk-posing. He took my hand and spun me into him as he propped one shiny shoe up onto one of the toms. I slid my hands along his shoulders and came up behind him; making eyes at camera 3 as he sang directly to it. Before the verse was over, I decided i couldn't help myself: I tugged his curls lightly and he sang the remainder of the verse directly to my face before making some sort of explosion noise and racing around me to get back to the mic stand for the guitar solo. I was in awe of him. Once we made it back to the front I felt him switch to full-on performance mode, trusting that I could keep up with him now. And I could. Before long I realized we had gone through almost the entire song like this and the director looked significantly less bored than he did when I first walked in. The music stopped and the crew applauded us. Matty tucked me under his arm and whisked us away from the lights for a moment. I was still catching my breath, yet he had barely broke a sweat. "That was, you were -!" "That was so fun!" I finished for him. He laughed and my heart melted. "Really though, like -" He had the cutest way of tripping over his words. "Ugh," he gave up, hugging me instead. His face was so close to mine I felt his breath. "And I heard what you said earlier in the group about music and, and erm - that was you right?" I nodded and he lit up like a little kid for a second. Seeing him happy like this was well worth the impossible parking, the waiting and the hours of nerves. He went on: "So, right, listen - I think we're doing a couple quick little callbacks but, dude." Matty Healy had just called me dude. He fumbled in his trouser pockets for something and then motioned for me to wait, jogging over to behind the set. The crew members were all in a bunch now, reviewing the footage and speaking excitedly. When he returned he handed me a pen and a scrap of paper. "I've lost my - bleeding - phone again but please, would you write your number for me?"

to be continued

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echoes-of-the-clockwork · 5 years ago

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Book Two: Famine (Prompto x Reader) Chapter Eighteen

Amongst the shouting cultists, Prompto ran through them and headed to where the drop ship pieces were. Half of the ship smashed through the southern wall while the other half crashed a few yards from the same wall. Smaller pieces of metal were scattered around the fort from the immense explosion. He knew the lightning belonged to (Y/n) by how powerful the strike was.

"(Y/n)!" He shouted as he checked the debris for his lover. He received no response, but that didn't stop him from searching. Avoiding the flames, he checked under the pieces of metal thoroughly before moving on to the next half of the ship. Treading lightly, he avoided the large pieces of concrete that were in the ship due to where it crashed in the southern wall.

While searching for Famine amongst the remains of the drop ship, a sudden chill shot down his spine as the temperature dropped all around him. Not even the flames erupting from the destroyed ship warmed him. Alongside the chill, he noticed the entire fort had gone silent. All the screaming and echoes of running footsteps were no more.

Prompto's brows knitted together in confusion as he jumped down from the debris and scanned the interior of the fort. He gasped when he saw all the cult members were encased in ice, resembling sculptures. He weaves through a few frozen cultists before stopping in his tracks when he heard a heavy sigh. "Dear Astrals, I think I went overboard with the ice..."

The blonde searched the sea of ice sculptures for the owner of the voice and found (Y/n) standing a few yards away, glancing around at the frozen men and women. He kicked into high-gear and ran to her. When he reached her, he nearly tackled her to the ground as he embraced her from behind. He heard her gasp as he buried his face into the crook of her neck. "Thank the Six..." He sighed, his warm breath grazing against her neck.

She wiggles around in his arms until she was facing him. "Are you okay? Ardyn threw you pretty hard."

"I'm fine," he reassures. "W-What about you? How'd you survive the explosion?"

"Oh, that was thanks to—"

"Moi," a feminine voice giggled. Prompto lifted his head and spotted Pestilence a few feet away. "Barriers are one of my specialties."

Suddenly, the door leading to the underground portion of the fort swung open. Gladio's and Ignis' eyes widen as they see all the frozen cultists. "What the hell...?" The shield muttered in bewilderment.

"(Y/n) may have put too much mana into her ice spell," Pestilence smiled at the two men.

"I've no idea how you can control a vast amount of mana," Famine sighed. "I'll leave the spells to you."

"So, uh..." Prompto glanced around at the frozen bodies. "What're we gonna do with them?"

"Just leave 'em," Gladio said. "They're lucky to still be alive."

"Wait..." Ignis called out to them. "Do you hear that?"

All eyes fell on the advisor. Pestilence blinked owlishly in confusion and tilted her head slightly. "What do you hear, Ignis?"

"A low growling," he replied, glancing around the fort. "It sounds rather familiar."

"This fort might hold more secrets than we know. Let's look around to see what else is hidden from plain sight," (Y/n) said. The others agreed and split into two groups—Prompto and Famine together with Gladio, Ignis, and Pestilence forming the other.

The gunslinger and the golden-haired Horseman searches the western and southern portions of Fort Vaullerey while Gladio, Ignis, and Pestilence checked the eastern and northern parts.

An hour passed as they checked every nook and cranny. While checking one of the walls, (Y/n) discovered a small indenture that blended in with the wall. She called Prompto over before pushing against the indenture and listened as a mechanism was triggered. Stone grinding against stone caught their attention as they saw the wall in front of them recede, revealing a hidden passage. The couple exchanged baffled expressions, admiring their discovery.

"What else is this place hiding?" Prompto murmured.

"I'll get the others," (Y/n) said before dashing off to find her sister and the two other men. When she did, she told them of her and Prompto's discovery and they all ran to where the hidden passage was. They entered the narrow space, following the dark path. Luckily, they had their flashlights to illuminate their surroundings.

"An elevator?" Pestilence asked as they reached the end of the hidden passageway.

"Wonder where it goes," Prompto pondered.

"Only one way to find out," Gladio said. "Hop aboard." He pushed open the gate and the five of them stepped onto the elevator. Once everyone was on, he closed the gate and pressed the button.

With a screech, the elevator shook side to side before descending. (Y/n) unconsciously stepped closer to Prompto and hugged his arm, snuggling into his side as the lift continued to shake as they delved deeper underground.

"This elevator is certainly carrying us to the depths of Eos. We might even see King Aeshema," Pestilence teased.

"Is Hell really just fire and brimstone?" Gladio questioned the snowy-haired Horseman.

"Far from it," she replies. "It's very..."

"Bland and ashy," Famine finishes her sister's sentence.

"Exactly. Gray and lifeless, even with all the souls of the damned floating around and wandering the corridors. At least King Aeshema has a decent palace. It adds some life to Hell, especially with how crazy of a decorator he is."

"What about the Inner Sanctum? What's that like?" Prompto asked.

"Besides the monsters, the Inner Sanctum is quite gorgeous. Thriving forests, beautiful beaches, a vast ocean, and magnificent waterfalls. The only structure you'll find in the entirety of the Inner Sanctum is the alcazar we call home," (Y/n) answered. "You'd have a field day with your camera."

Prompto glanced down at the floor of the elevator as he asked his next question. "What's the possibility of me seeing your home, (Y/n)?"

Famine's eyes widen a fraction, replaying his words in her head to make sure she hadn't misheard him. "You... want to visit the Inner Sanctum?"

The blonde nodded with a small smile. "Well, yeah. I've been curious about it ever since you mentioned it after the attack on Altissia. And now that I've got somewhat of an image of what it looks like, I really wanna see it for myself."

(Y/n)'s mouth opened and closed a few times before she was able to answer him. "I-I don't know, Prom. A human's never stepped foot in the Inner Sanctum. Who knows what will happen to your body, physically and mentally."

Prompto's smile morphed into a sorrowful frown. "Y-Yeah. I never even thought of what could happen to me. I guess I leapt before I looked."

Famine felt her heart ache at hearing and seeing the melancholy. She looked away, unable to withstand looking at his dejected expression. "I'm sorry, Prompto," she whispered.

The sharpshooter shook his head. "Nah. Don't apologize, (Y/n). I know you're just looking out for me." He pulled his arm free of her grip and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her into a side hug and nuzzling his nose against her cheek.

Pestilence smiled from ear to ear at the scene. She placed her hands together, entwined her fingers, and leaned her cheek against her hands. "Aw, how sweet. I'm jealous of the zealous between you two."

The elevator suddenly jolted to a halt, alerting the group. Ignis raised his flashlight a little to see where the lift had carried them. "It appears to be another narrow passage."

The low howl the advisor heard earlier echoed through the passageway. (Y/n)'s eyes widened when she recognized the sound. "Hold on a sec... That's the Gashadokuro. How did—? What is—?"

"Wanna bet the chancellor is behind this?" Gladio glanced at Famine.

She sighed with closed eyes. "I wouldn't be surprised..." She opened her eyes, staring down the passageway. "After five years, he makes another appearance."

"Let's not fret over the chancellor. Right now, we've a monster to deal with," Pestilence stated.

Ignis opened the gate and gestured to the darkness before them. "Onward, then."

They stepped off the lift and walked down the lengthy, narrow passageway. As the monster's cry crescendoed, they noticed the pathway began to lighten up. When they reached the end, the passage opened up into a large room dimly lit by torches. Along the stone walls were symbols drawn with chalk alongside splotches of blood.

Walking further into the immense chamber, the amount of blood increased. In the middle of the room was none other than the monster (Y/n) had been hunting for so long. She gasped when she saw the large creature chained to the ground. "They captured it?"

"Look at the body parts," Pestilence murmured, pointing out the array of human body parts that were littered near the Gashadokuro. "They've been feeding it."

"Guess they weren't following the tale after all." Famine turned and eyed Gladio. "I hope the hunters are ready to deliver some terrible news to families. It seems we've found the bodies of the missing people."

Gladio rubbed the back of his neck with a scowl. "Shit..."

Pestilence stepped toward the body parts, ignoring how the Gashadokuro was trying to reach out and grab her. "Ignis informed me of the other ten bodies the hunters discovered. They were all members of the cult. It seems they volunteered their blood to nourish the daemon they had in their possession. It seems Ardyn failed to mention the Gashadokuro is no daemon."

"The diet of the Gashadokuro is human blood. They'll eat the head off its victims, but it'll toss the remainder of the body aside once its drained of blood," Famine added.

"That would explain the numerous appendages," Ignis said.

"This is gonna be one helluva story to tell Dave," Gladio huffed a heavy sigh.

(Y/n) summoned her sword and stepped toward the monster chained to the floor, noticing the leg she had severed was gradually growing back. She had to admit she was impressed with how well they were able to lure the Gashadokuro to this exact chamber and chain it down. Blade held tight, she kneels down in front of the creature's face. Its jaw unhinged, releasing a bellowing roar in her face. The horrid stench of its breath caused her to scowl. "Guess they gave you enough blood to allow your leg to start regenerating. It's a shame this won't be a fulfilling battle, though. At least with these chains, you can't do that little vanishing act you love to do so much when you know you're about to be killed."

The Horseman held out her sword and charged it with lightning, fire, and ice. She let the mana overflow before bringing her blade down and plunging it into the Gashadokuro's skull. It released a deafening wail before the elements ricocheted through its body. Its roaring was silenced as branches of lightning erupted from its body alongside burning flames and ice shards. Hearing its dying breath wasn't enough for (Y/n) and she didn't yank her blade from the monster's skull until she felt the exhaustion of using a hefty amount of mana.

Once the blade was freed from the creature's skull, (Y/n) watched as its body disintegrated. The chains 'thumped' against the ground and Famine took a few steps back. She dispelled her blade with a sigh, feeling relief wash over her. "Finally... It's over."

"All the monsters that escaped the Inner Sanctum have been slain. It seems we'll be able to return home once King Aeshema receives word of our success," Pestilence said.

"Bravo!" The five suddenly heard a voice chant. Everyone turned and saw a man standing a few feet away, clapping his hands.

"I knew I chose the perfect souls to become the Four Horsemen," he smiled softly.

"Y-Your Highness?" Famine stuttered in utter shock. "What're you doing here?"

"With the Starscourge ravaging Eos and my subjects wandering amuck, Hell has become rather... boring," he confesses. "I came here to see how my most loyal and trustworthy allies were handling the land of the living."

"You're taking quite a risk being here, Your Highness," Pestilence sighed.

"Oh, nonsense, Pestilence. Even a king needs a vacation." Aeshema glanced between the three men who were present. "Gentlemen, I must apologize for any reckless actions my Horsemen have stirred."

"Quite the opposite," Ignis stated. "They have proven to be admirable allies."

Aeshema's smile widened. "Well then, I'm glad to hear that. Now," he clapped his hands together once again. "The doorway to the Inner Sanctum has been opened. You girls better head back."

"Wait!" Prompto shouted, grabbing the king's attentions. "Can't they stay here?"

"Oh?" Aeshema grinned. "And why, pray tell, would they need to stay on Eos? They have a very important job to attend to in the Inner Sanctum."

"Because... Because I..." Prompto stared at (Y/n), fists clenched by his sides and unable to finish his sentence.

"May I speak with you in private, King Aeshema?" The golden-haired Horseman stepped forward.

The daemon king nodded. "Of course, Famine."

Gladio, Ignis, and Pestilence left while dragging along a reluctant Prompto. They rode the elevator back to the surface and headed to the shield's truck. While the trio chatted, the blonde spotted (Y/n)'s clothes in the back of the vehicle. He opens the door and grabs them just as she and King Aeshema return.

"Prompto," the girl said. "Would you come with me for a moment? I'll also be needing those." She pointed to her clothes.

He nodded and followed her a little ways from the truck. As she changed with his back turned to her, she told him what she discussed with the daemon king. "I've told His Highness about our relationship."

Prompto clutched the sides of his pants with both hands, swallowing nervously. "W-What did he say?"

"Well..." (Y/n) tugged at the hem of her outfit as she spun around, sporting a smile. She maneuvered around her boyfriend to show him her joyous expression. "He was shocked at first. Then, he was happy. He doesn't have any qualms with our relationship. He actually... blessed it."

Prompto had feared the day she would slay the Gashadokuro. He was glad the monster kept vanishing because that meant he'd have more time with her. But now that he knew they wouldn't be torn apart, he couldn't hide his excitement and joy. He took the girl in his arms and crushed her in a hug. He placed kisses all across her face, making her giggle.

"There's actually more good news," (Y/n) said, snuggling her cheek against his chest.

"What could get better than that?" He asked.

"You want to see the Inner Sanctum, right? Well, the king said he'd grant you a week's time to my home. You only have to tell him when you want to go."

Prompto felt tears of joy prick at the corners of his eyes. He pulled her into a passionate kiss, not wasting a single moment. The kiss would've turned into a full make-out session if the two hadn't stopped themselves beforehand.

When they pried their lips from one another's, Prompto pressed his forehead against (Y/n)'s. "You're the best, sweetie."

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silvereddaye · 6 years ago

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Would you do #17 War AU with Luke and Anakin(or Vader)? For the Fanfic Trope mash-up? Thanks! You're awesome!

Battle of Corellia Bay

Summary: Someone sent me a prompt for a war au, and decided to do a historical war au. Based on the Battle of Mobile Bay from the American Civil War. Newly appointed Rear Admiral Han Solo is on a personal mission to break the blockade of Corellia Bay so the Alliance can seize Coronet City. But getting through the heavily guarded channel, known as the Kessel Run, will be tough. Luke Skywalker has a bad feeling as he spies Darth Vader aboard one of the Imperial ships.

"Han!" Luke shouted. "Come see this!"

The spyglass was pressed to Luke's face. He looked at the opposing Imperial fleet. It matched the Alliance fleet ship for ship. But Luke was drawn to the dark figure standing on the bow of the first ship. He was tall and dressed in all black. A cape billowed behind him in the wind. He wore a black helmet and mask.

There was no denying it. Luke had seen plenty of posters depicting Darth Vader. It had to be him.

"Let me look, kid," Han said as he approached.

He took the spyglass and looked out across the water. He stared for a few moments before lowering the glass.

"What am I supposed to be looking for?" he asked. "It all looks the same to me."

Luke snatched the glass away and brought it back up to his eye. There was no dark figure standing on the front ship. Had he just been imagining things?

"I . . . uh . . . must be seeing things," he mumbled.

Han clapped him on the back. "Just pre-battle nerves," he said.

Luke nodded. Plus why would Darth Vader be here? Shouldn't he with his own fleet? The dreaded Death Squadron? This was not the Death Squadron. It was a smaller Imperial fleet made of small boats made for the shallows of river warfare. Like the Alliance fleet, the ships were a combination of ironclads and wooden-hulled gunners.

Luke was on the Alliance fleet's flagship the Millennium Falcon. It was a wooden-hulled ship, but what it lacked in iron-plated armor it made up with in speed. It was the fastest ship in the fleet.

"How are you doing?" Luke asked. "How are your nerves?"

Han shifted and pulled at the collar of his new uniform reflecting his new rank, rear admiral. He looked stiff in the tan double-breasted coat that bore the shoulder markings of two stars with the stripes. The cuffs of his sleeves bore the three stripes and a star. The light blue collar of the undershirt was neatly folded over the jacket into two triangular points. Han had never strived to be part of the rebellion, much less an officer. But that didn't mean he was undeserving of his rank. He had earned this rank, and everyone in this fleet knew it.

This would be Han's first real battle as the highest ranking officer. It was a bit on the personal side for him, which was why he volunteered to do it. The Alliance fleet was going to break the Imperial blockade on Corellia Bay. They would then secure Coronet City, Han's hometown, and the shipyards there. This would weaken the Imperial war machine, but breaking the blockade was not going to be easy.

Attempts had been made to secure the bay earlier in the war, but all had failed. Natural geography helped the Empire. A long narrow peninsula of sand came out from the east side of the bay, while a line of barrier islands came in from the west. There was only one main thin channel going in and out of the bay called the Kessel Run.

The Empire had two forts on both sides of the Run. One on the island side and one on the peninsula side. Even though the two forts were within eyesight of each other, their gun range didn't reach into the middle of the Run. That was why there was a submerged minefield under the water. It stretched from the western islands almost all the way across the channel. It forced ships to come close to the eastern fort and its heavy guns.

Of course even if the fleet managed to make it through the Run, mines, guns and all, there was still an Imperial Fleet waiting in the bay.

"This plan seems a bit crazy," Han muttered.

"It's your plan," Luke said with a smile. He now held the rank of lieutenant commander, but unlike Han he wasn't wearing an officer's uniform. Instead he wore the simple sailor outfit of a light gray shirt, black vest, khaki pants, and black boots.

"The wind is working for us," Han noted. He gave Luke a nod, and then walked off. It was time to begin.

Han's plan had each of the sixteen ships in the fleet paired up. Each wooden-hull was paired with an ironclad, and the two ships were tethered together. The ironclad was on the eastern side, the fort side. As the boats made their way through the Run, the ironclad would act as a shield for its wooden sister. If one boat was damaged, then the other boat could tow it along. Once out of range of the fort's guns, then the fleet would untether themselves and focus on the Imperial ships.

It seemed like a good plan. But Luke had this sinking cold feeling in his stomach ever since he had seen that large dark figure on the Imperial ship. He had to remind himself it wasn't Darth Vader. It couldn't be. The Supreme Commander of the Imperial Forces would not be bothered with such a battle. There were more important fronts to focus on. Right?

Luke had missed the signal. The fleet was moving. The fleet had formed a single column of paired ships, since the Run wasn't wide enough for anything bigger. The Falcon was in the middle. The tide was running in, so Han ordered the ships to cut back on steam pressure on their engines. If the ships' boilers were hit by enemy fire, it would minimize the damage. Luke sent a silent prayer to the Force that the current would give their ships speed.

The ARS Aspiration tied with the ARS Ghorman's Honor led the column. As soon as the Aspiration got close enough, the Imperial fort started to fire. The column pushed on. Everything was going smoothly. The ironclads were shielding their wooden sisters. They were going to make it through the Kessel Run.

But the Aspiration wasn't staying on course. It was veering westward. Han was shouting. Flags were flashing orders down the column. But the Aspiration kept on. Luke could swear he could hear the shouts coming from the Ghorman's Honor. Why was their sister ship leading them to the mines? The Honor desperately went to work to cut themselves free, but that was when the Aspiration hit a mine.

It took less than three minutes for the Aspiration to sink. The Honor was being pulled after it, but finally the ropes were cut. The ship tried to steer itself free of the mines, but met with the same fate as its sister.

Why had they lost those two ships? Why hadn't they followed orders? Luke couldn't see. Thick clouds of gun smoke filled the air. If only he could see! He glanced up. The air was clear higher up . . . It wasn't long before Luke was climbing up into the rigging. There was a slight shift in the wind as Luke got higher. It cleared the smoke enough for him to see out across the Run.

The rest of the column held true. They kept their pace down the Run.

"Luke!" came a shout. It was Han. "What do you see?"

"The column is holding!" Luke said. He glanced up again. The Imperial fleet had moved. A cold dread built up in him. They were preparing their rammers. The moment the column would come out of the minefield, the moment their ships would be rammed.

Something tugged on Luke's mind. A thought. He looked back westward across the minefield.

"Han!" he shouted down. "Adjust the heading! Order the whole column!" Luke gave the directions.

"That puts us too far west!" Han shouted back up.

"We'll get through the Run faster!"

"Yeah in pieces!"

"Just trust me! Damn the mines! Full speed ahead!"

Luke wasn't sure why he said that or even if he trusted those words himself. Han was right. This was foolish to run the whole fleet through the minefield. But it would put them out of range of the Imperial fleet's guns and rammers. The flags were raised. The signal ran down the column. The two new leaders, the Liberty Gambler and the Star Breeze II, started to turn and make their way into the mines.

Luke held his breath. Any moment now the hull of either ship would brush against a mine, but nothing came. The next two ships in line entered the field followed by the Falcon and her ironclad sister the Sundog. Then the two leaders were free of the mines. Then the next two and the next and the next. The whole column was out of the mines. The ship pairs started to untie themselves as they prepared to face the approaching Imperial fleet.

They had done it! They made it through the Kessel Run in record time! The Imperial ships were thrown off as they moved to confront the Alliance. No longer was this battle on the Empire's terms, but the Imperial ships came on anyways. A fierce battle started. The air filled with dark heavy gunsmoke. The Imperial ships moved to pincher the Alliance ships between them.

Luke was still up in the rigging as he watched the battle unfold. The Alliance had lost three ships, but the Empire had yet to lose any. Luke couldn't help but frown. Things were not going their way despite the good start. There was a sudden sharp change in the wind, which cleared away the smoke clouds. It gave him a clear view of the battlefield. He looked out assessing the two fleets, and that was when he saw it.

There standing in the middle of the deck of the Imperial flag ship was the tall dark figure. Luke didn't need the spyglass to know it was Darth Vader. He was here.

Luke swung down to the deck. "Han!" he shouted. The rear admiral was shouting orders to get the ships into a better formation. "We need to retreat!"

"What?" Han said. "That was the fastest time anyone has ever broken through the Kessel Run! It was luck we only lost two ships. Perhaps those mines have just been submerged too long to be effective."

"Han!" Luke said. "It's Vader! Lord Vader! He's on the lead ship!"

Han paused. "What?" he gaped. "Why . . . Would he . . . Why? Are you sure?"

"Yes," Luke said.

Han looked out at the battle. "He's just a man," he said. "None of those stories are true. He can't revert the tide or change the wind."

"Can't alter the course of our two lead ships so they go into the minefield and sink?" Luke asked.

Han glared at him, but the thought clearly bothered him.

"If that was the case," Han said slowly, "Why didn't the rest of us get hit?"

Luke shrugged. That he didn't have the answer to.

"It's a bunch of nonsense," Han said.

"Han. We've also lost the Sundog, the Night Sail, and the Inspire, yet none of the Imperial ships have gone down." Han didn't reply. "Han," Luke said again. "We're going to lose."

"You don't know that," Han replied angrily. "We could still win!"

An explosion instantly stole both of their attentions. The Star Breeze II's steam engine had been hit by Imperial fire. The ship was lost. An Imperial ship was plowing through the waters straight at the Falcon. The tall dark figure stood at the bow.

"Darth Vader," Han said under his breath. Then he looked at Luke with wide eyes. "We retreat," he said. "We'll head to the Bespin."

"Bespin?" Luke asked.

"It's a river a bit to the west. A bunch of marshland and swamps. Always thick with fog. There's a smuggler's hideout there called Cloud City."

Luke nodded. He prayed to the Force again. They needed just a bit more luck to get away.

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1stunseeliefaelass · 5 years ago

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Ale's Sidestory Part 5

It had been a few days since Death's last visit on his birthday. Ale had begun to wonder how preparations for him were going. Or if he had already met with Lilith by then. She would still remain as vigilant as possible for her Atan, or any sign of him. With some foresight, she knew fully well that Lilith was more powerful than her. Enough to the point where Ale was certain the bitch could obliterate her from existence if the need should come. So if she was protect her Atan more effectively, she'd have to get creative. Ale resigned herself to leave her village and explore around for an answer to her problem. Of course she left a recorded message on a small crystal for Death. Just in case he came around before she could return home. Ale wasn't entirely where to start or what to look for, but one thing was certain. She wasn't going to come at Lilith empty handed. Even if it takes a long time, even if she'd have to settle for taking vengeance on the demonic whore, she'd get it done. All for her Atan's sake.

Ale left her home at the crack of dawn, carrying a homemade danish to eat as her breakfast. The villagers watched her with equal curiosity and concern. Ale rarely ever left home due to her blindness, and when she did, she'd always end up needing an escort. The captain of the village militia came up to her,

"Elder Ale, if you seek something outside the village, then just send a more...able person. I'll even go in your stead."

Ale shook her head, "No no captain, I must go myself this time. But if you insist on helping me, then you may follow. Or if you're needed here, you can send someone else of the militia."

"You will need aid Elder Ale, that much everyone here knows. I shall accompany you as you've permitted. I have another who can cover for me today."

"Very well, come along now then. I started this early for a reason after all." Ale stated assuredly.

He saluted her briefly before telling one of his men to call for his second in command to hold down the fort while he was away. Then he hurried after Ale, who despite her blindness, was never once slow in her stride. Ale could tell where she was going to an extent with the living vines at her feet and hands, but an extra helping hand never hurt anyone now did it. For that she allowed the captain to follow her, he was young so his name was among the ones she didn't know very well. For now she'd settle for calling him, Captain, which he didn't seem to mind given their previous discussion. With his help, she eventually began walking in the direction of a road that would lead to a town an hour or so away. Well it was an hour away for anyone on a horse or other transportation. For those walking, it took about two to three. A long walk to most, but for the Lepus, it wasn't really that bad.

Meanwhile Death was actually traveling with his kin as they tried to find a new spot to set up camp for the next few days or so. It would last a few weeks at the most if they got lucky. Death was used to the moving, it was the way of life for him and his brethren. He just wished they could stay in one spot for longer than a few weeks at the most. Eventually the Nephilim finally stopped again, but only for a break. Death sighed at this, but took the time to hunt Strife down. He'd slacked behind a bit, his clothing not made for the icy tundra they'd come to. Death removed his cloak for him, but Strife quickly straightened up.

"Nah bro I'm ok....if-f anything...g-give it to War or F-F-Fury...."

Death watched Strife shaking despite standing straight, and looked down to War and Fury. Fury had passed out in her side cart that was attached to Strife's horse, on the horse's other side was another cart, where War sat patiently. Both looked just fine, having been bundled up by Death during an earlier break. Death chuckled and handed his cloak over to Strife,

"Just put it on Strife, you're not weak for being cold." Death told him gently.

Strife sighed before taking the cloak and putting it on. To his surprise, the inside part was actually covered with a thick fur. He couldn't help but bundle up in it a little.

Death smiled behind his mask, "Better?"

"Yeah, thanks Death. And I know I'm not weak to you but..." Strife stated in an unsure tone as he looked at Absalom from a far.

"I know Strife, but pay him no heed. He's always been mainly concerned with strength. At least you've got me to notice your accomplishments." Death replied patting his brother's shoulder.

"Yeah, that's true. Thanks again for always believing in me."

"Of course, now rest up and perhaps eat something while we're here. We may have more traveling to do yet." Death told him before walking back to where Absalom was. Absalom had gotten reports from his army that a few of their kin had expressed wanting to stop soon. Absalom wanted to keep going but Death, having overheard a few key details, told him,

"Perhaps I can scout ahead for trouble. It shouldn't be anything trifling. We've not seen anyone yet after all."

Absalom pondered a moment then spoke, "Very well Death, but I won't have you going alone. Take Strife with you."

"Absalom I just spoke with Strife a moment ago. I don't it's wise for him t...." Death tried to say.

"Just take him with you Death! If he's as tough as you seem to think he is, he'll be fine. Just get this done." Absalom snapped at him before walking off.

Death sighed before walking off to get Strife's attention again. Strife was predictably excited for this occasion. It was his second mission with his brother now. Death couldn't bring himself to express his concerns. That perhaps Absalom had asked for Strife to go along to perhaps weed him out. He swallowed this assumption hard into his throat. Strife, noticing this action, asked him,

"What's the matter?"

"Hmm? Oh Nothing. Let's get moving once the other two are taken care of for now." Death replied, leading the horse further into the group.

The vets were fine with watching over Fury and War, ready to teach them how to eventually join the ranks. Death and Strife meanwhile went on ahead, with Strife eating on the way. Death only allowed it since the wind was loud to drown out any noise he'd be making. They did not find much, as Death had expected. Though they did see the occasional mini herd of Limts running around. Limts were rodents about the size of a child's ball, with a bunch of fur covering their bodies. They also sported large mouths and drooly tongues as they panted every so often. They could live in all climates, so it was no surprise to Death there were some running around. Strife eventually joked to Death,

"Hey think I could catch one? They'd probably be good for a meal."

"Let's focus on our task for now. If there is indeed nothing, I'll let you try and catch one of them." Death replied simply.

Eventually the duo came across a steep hill, which lead off the mountain. Down the cliffs where someone who wasn't careful could fall to their doom. Death decided they'd best survey this spot a bit, as it could prove dangerous to be sure. After a little while, the two felt the ground shaking beneath them. As if something big was underneath the mountain itself. The earthquake like phenomena stopped as shortly as it had begun luckily. However, Death now noted the absence of Limts. Any that he did see, where scrambling around in panic. Hiding in little holes underground. After a few moments, the two of them discovered why. A large, mighty gray Dragon flew over them as the two men were swept off their feet by the sheer force of wind from the wings. Death grabbed a boulder that he could only hope was fixated into the ground under the snow. Grabbing Strife as he failed to grab onto anything. He placed Strife beneath his body, against the boulder as Death took the brunt of winds. Finally as it all quieted down, they stood up and saw the Dragon's tail clip the rocks high up. Naturally they fell and collided with more stones on the way down before heading right for the brothers. Death ushered Strife to move, and both ran for it. Death however became trapped under a large rock, or his arm did anyway. Death knew his arm was broken under there and that he wouldn't be going anywhere now. As Strife turned back to aid him, he shouted in earnest,

"NO! GET THE HELL OUT HERE! RUN YOU FOOL! GO!"

Strife only lingered for a moment as his brother shouted to him. He quickly took off, hiding just out sight as an avalanche came crashing down. Death braced himself as the snow came upon him. Death came to shortly after, completely engulfed the a cold, darkness. Above him, he could hear the sounds of frantic digging. Barely he also made out Strife's panicked voice crying out for him. Soon however, as he was beginning to slip into unconsciousness, a sudden burst of air from beside him came. He also heard little chirps and coos. Looking down, he saw an all white Limt with a single brownish black spot on it's head. The little critter was a welcoming sight, despite the fact he wasn't free yet. He took a moment to regain his breath thanks to the new tunnel in the snow, then he shouted as loud as he could,

"STRIFE!!! ARE YOU THERE?!!"

He heard Strife respond but couldn't make out what he said, he could only guess at this rate. Regardless he shouted to him again,

"GO GET HELP!!! NOW!!! I'LL BE FINE JUST GO!!!"

He heard footsteps above him heading off, he could only assume Strife understood. In the meantime, Death busied himself with using Harvester to dig himself out as best he could. Turning the scythe into a shovel, he poked at the snow above him and made it fall in droves. The Limt crawled up body to settle on his head, and eventually Death was able to see sunlight. He kept going until he was certain no more would fall on top of him. Even using some freezing spells to hold the rest of the snow around him in place. The Limt then hopped off of Death's head and began to chew at the snow around Death. He only stopped to occasionally puke out the melted icy water. Eventually Death convinced the critter to stop entirely and dug around himself until it reached his waist. Unfortunately he was still stuck thanks to the boulder, which was too big even for him to move easily. He went to strike at it with Harvester, but paused when watching the Limt walk up to it.

"Snow is one thing, but a massive rock is another story. You won't be achieving that by yourself fuzzball." Death said, though his tone wasn't unkind.

The critter seemed deterred at first, however, it instead began making little calls into the snowy abyss. From the snow, sprouted more Limts of various colors. They all converged around the one who called them and after an exchange of chirps and other cute little sounds, they all gathered around the boulder. Some even hopped onto the sides of it since it was jagged in spots. Then to Death's shock, the Limts all began to bite pieces off of the massive rock. Spitting it out as they went. This went on for a little while until Death was able to move the boulder on his own. It was still excruciating as his arm hadn't healed, but he powered through the pain all the same. With one final yell of pain he finally was free as the boulder rolled off of him with a last great shove. Taking a moment to catch his breath again, Death watched as the Limts stared at him now.

"Thank you."

He recieved happy coos of acknowledgement before they all scurried back to their respective holes. All save for 'fuzzball', who waited patiently for his new friend to come out from the snow. Death soon did so, and held his arm as he made a careful trip through the snow. Only to be followed by his little savior. Finally Death stopped and picked up the curious critter with his good arm.

"What do I look like a princess? What are you following me for?" Death inquired snidely.

He only a little 'merph' sound in response before it snuggled his hand.

"Hey hey easy on the snuggling fuzzball. Don't get so attached..."

He started to say before hearing a happy bark from the Limt. This certainly surprised him,

"Did you just....bark at me?"

The following barks convinced him he wasn't hallucinating that part. The critter only stopped barking when Death said the word fuzzball again. He then noted how this Limt was a little small, and realized what must've happened here.

"Great, you've imprinted on me. Ugh, fine. You can stay. But I'm giving you a better name than Fuzzball." Death stated, only to receive a tiny growl in protest.

"Ok fine you little weirdo, you can keep the name. Geez." Death said shaking his head.

Fuzzball then settled happily as Death wrapped his left arm around him so he'd be secure. His broken and crushed right arm swaying about in the meantime. Fuzzball noticed this and inquired about it with a worried cooing. Death brushed it off and kept going, as he could hear Strife being yelled at by Absalom now. Realizing this he picked up his pace, with Fuzzball purring a little.

"Wait now you're purring? What kind of rodent are you?" Death asked, only to get no response this time.

Explaining the situation to Absalom was a real pain in the ass for sure. But at least it convinced him to stop and camp for now until he could find a less dangerous spot for everyone. Strife was just glad to see his brother was safe, and didn't mind Fuzzball being around. If anything he adored the cute little fuzz bucket. Death decided to let Strife and the others get to know Fuzzball while resting up. His arm was healing, just slowly due to being crushed. Absalom really didn't know what to make of Fuzzball and debated making stew out of him. But since Death had already named it he decided against it. However he demanded proof that it could be useful. So Fuzzball decided to prove himself by grabbing Death's arm in his mouth. Limts has retractable teeth, and Fuzzball wasn't using them right now. Instead he began gumming Death and made a strained and high pitched call of sorts. He started glowing as well, and Death's arm glowed with him. Death finally woke back up briefly to witness what was going on now. He realized before long that Fuzzball was actually healing his arm. Within a few minutes, Fuzzball stopped and panted heavily to catch his breath. Death's arm still hurt in spots, but decided to heal the rest on his own, letting Fuzzball take a nap alongside his cot on a floor cushion. Absalom was still unsure, but kept his word since the critter had proven himself useful. Fuzzball purred in his sleep, lulling Death back to sleep not too long after. Strife then began to eat a warm lunch with Fury and War, making sure to save some for Death and Fuzzball when they woke up.

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In Your Hands - ch 13

"The bow...you have Auriel's Bow! I've heard it described in tales, but I could never have imagined its beauty."

Isran's usually sour look was replaced with one of awe as he looked over the bow Ralsten held out.

"We need your help with this, Isran," Ralsten said quietly.

"Indeed. The day hasn't been won while Harkon still walks Tamriel. But what of Serana? Can she be trusted to lift a blade against her own kind? Her own family?" ((Continued under cut))

Eyes narrowing Ralsten yanked the bow out of the man's reach -- Serana was standing right next to him and Isran had spoken of her as though she wasn't even there. "I trust her," he growled, staring Isran down.

After a moment Isran nodded. "I suppose that's as much as I can hope for. Let me address the Dawnguard, then we'll be off. The men deserve to know we've finally gained the upper hand."

Ralsten stayed in the doorway with Serana - neither could move further into the fort without risking injury off spells meant to detect and protect against vampires. Isran walked about, gathering up those Dawnguard members that were in the fort and having them group together in the main entryway and then stood before them.

"Everyone! For too long we've allowed these vampires to poison the night and kill our people! Now, we finally have the means to strike back! We now have Auriel's Bow. The gods themselves have favored us and we must answer with action! The time has come to finally put an end to Harkon and his unholy prophecy! We will march on their lair and destroy those wretched abominations so they can no longer corrupt our world! This is our fight and this is our fate! This is the time of the Dawnguard!"

The Dawnguard erupted into cheers, many gleefully calling for the heads and blood of the vampires; Ralsten felt distinctly uncomfortable in the midst of their fervor -- he was, after all, one of those (even if unwillingly) that they were clamoring to kill, and Serana was part of the family they were about to wipe out.

Serana's expression was neutral, unreadable; when the group turned toward the door Ralsten shouldered them open and headed out into the night, Serana behind him and the small army that was the Dawnguard behind her.

The ride to castle Volkihar was hard and long; Serana and Ralsten didn't need to rest but the horses, men, and the armored trolls with them did. Each night as they set camp they stayed separate from the others, sitting together alongside their own campfire.

Ralsten noticed Serana preferred to sit close enough that their shoulders were touching and he found he didn't mind that in the slightest; he very much wanted to talk to her, to try and take her mind off what they had to do but with the others within earshot he didn't want to make her feel awkward...and it saddened him to realize that he couldn't speak freely to her here. He had to content himself with sitting close and hoping that if she felt the need to speak she would, and that she knew he would certainly answer her if she did, the Dawnguard be damned.

When they finally reached the castle it just was turning to dawn; the sky was gray and dreary and made the castle seem even more foreboding.

Counting Ralsten and Serana, and Isran, there were twenty gathered here; they marched together up the bridge leading to the castle and made it halfway before the doors were thrown open and a rush of vampires - ten in total - came out to meet them.

The air was split with the roar of the armored trolls as they charged ahead of the Dawnguard; Ralsten drew his weapons and ran with the others to clash with the vampires -- he felt the pull of their draining spells and cracked the nearest man - a Nord vampire he'd not seen when he'd brought Serana home - in the jaw with his mace then jabbed downward into his thigh as the man staggered.

Slowly but steadily the Dawnguard pushed and cut their way up to the front door -- a few gargoyles came to life but were quickly torn to pieces by the trolls and left alongside the butchered bodies of the vampires that had come out to meet them.

Once inside the castle Ralsten recognized Harkon's inner court -- all these men and women, vampires all of them, rushing up to meet their invasion. These were stronger than the other lesser ones that had been sent to slow their approach and as they pushed inward a few of the Dawnguard were cut down or had their throats torn out with weapon and fang.

"Go!" Isran suddenly yelled over the din. "Find him! Take him down!"

Ralsten peeled off from the group and hugged one of the walls of the hall; Serana darted over to join him and he followed her at a quick pace up some stairs and to a door that was blocked with a hanging, spiked gate -- she yanked on a chain that was hanging against the wall in such a way that it was well disguised against the brick and the grating slowly rose into the frame above the doorway.

Ralsten knew she knew exactly where they were heading and followed her without question until they finally stepped through a pair of wide double doors and into a dimly lit room with balconies and stairs to either side, and ahead of them on a raised platform was some sort of fountain, made to look like Molag Bal's face (or so Ralsten thought - it looked nightmarish regardless of who or what it was supposed to look like) that spilled a continuous flow of blood into a basin beneath its mouth. The ceiling was vaulted with the only light being what little filtered in through narrow windows set high in the walls and there were gargoyles on platforms near the upper corners -- it brought to mind some sort of cathedral or temple, only dark and profane.

Floating before the fountain was Harkon himself, in his beastly...form, whatever it was. His taloned feet hovered above the stone floor and his wings twitched over his shoulders as his gaze fell on them.

"Serana, my darling. I see you still favor keeping that pet."

Serana's expression hardened and she began to purposely stride toward the man. "You know why we're here."

Harkon snorted. "Of course I do. You disappoint me, Serana. You've taken everything I provided for you and thrown it all away for this...pathetic being."

Ralsten saw her hands ball into fists.

"Provided for me?" she repeated, looking at her father in disbelief. "Are you insane? You've destroyed our family. You've killed other vampires. All over some prophecy that we barely understand. No more. I'm done with you." She looked back to Ralsten and he saw the bare determination in her eyes. "You will not touch him. Not again. Not ever again."

The way she'd said it made his stomach oddly flutter, but then Harkon's laughter made Ralsten's skin crawl; there was no time to consider the flutter -- the elf slowly pulled the bow from his back and nocked an arrow but didn't draw it just yet.

Holding the arrow was...strange -- it gave him a sense of unease, as though he innately knew just how severely the weapon he held could hurt him since he too was now undead (and he suspected that he would feel this way even if he didn't already know what the arrows could do, which made the unease even worse). Ralsten pushed the feeling away and hefted the bow with gritted teeth, ready to draw and fire; Harkon's gaze move from Serana to the bow, then he locked eyes with Ralsten briefly before his attention flicked back to his daughter.

"So, I see this dragon has fangs. Your voice drips with the venom of your mother's influence...how alike you've become."

"No." Her voice was sharp, then her tone lowered. "Because unlike her, I'm not afraid of you. Not anymore."

The vampire lord was silent a moment before his attention moved back to Ralsten. "And you..."

He moved as quickly as Ralsten remembered and seemed to appear in front of him in the blink of an eye; those clawed hands reached out to try and rip the bow from Ralsten's grip -- he was too close to shoot even if he'd had the string drawn so instead he jabbed at Harkon with the arrow.

The arrow's tip barely scratched the vampire's skin but an effect like flame racing across parchment spread from the thin line; Harkon snarled and drew back, leaving Ralsten standing with the bow still in hand and with an arrow that no longer glowed. He dropped the arrow and drew another as Harkon turned to meet Serana's attack; gone was her spellcasting and she was instead swinging at him with the sword she'd taken from Ralsten's little armory -- he couldn't think of a time when he'd seen her use it before and until now Ralsten hadn't even known what enchantment the dwarven blade carried -- Harkon had reached to grab the blade in one large hand, and while the blade's edge didn't seem to penetrate his skin at all there was a burst of flame upon contact and again Harkon was forced to recoil back and away from the burning magic.

Silently thanking the Divines that the enchantment was exactly what they needed at this moment Ralsten drew the bow and fired -- his arrow skimmed across Harkon's shoulder, leaving another tiny bloodied line but once more sending a rippling flame across the vampire's skin, and when it struck the far wall behind him there was a small blast of released magic against the brick.

Harkon turned a hateful face toward Ralsten. "You've turned her against me! I will darken the skies and I'll drain the life from you!"

The air was suddenly full of flapping wings as Harkon turned into a swarm of bats and engulfed the elf; Ralsten swung the arrow in hand at the swarm until it struck one of them and created a small explosion that also singed himself but it didn't stop Harkon -- the bats kept diving in and clawing and biting at him, trying to reach the lower half of his face or worm through the openings in his helm to blind him.

Keeping firm hold on the bow in one hand Ralsten dropped the other to his belt and pulled his mace free, swinging wildly and feeling the continuous thuds of connecting swings until finally the bat swarm pulled away and it was Harkon, fully formed, diving for him again. Ralsten dropped the mace to grab a handful of the arrows this time and dove forward to meet Harkon's dive, gouging several of them into the vampire's gut and across down toward the hip; Harkon's screech of pain set his ears ringing but it drove the vampire away -- he turned into the swarm of bats again and rapidly retreated to the blood fountain.

"Fools..." he growled. He reformed and raised his hands over his head and with a crackling noise two of the gargoyles along the walls came to life.

Ralsten whipped around and shot one of the arrows in hand at the nearest gargoyle - the enchantment on the arrow was spent and it bounced off the gargoyle's shoulder without leaving so much as a scratch. Before the creature could close the distance between them Ralsten swung the bow to his back and ducked to pick up his mace where it'd landed on the ground at his feet (which meant he was forced to drop the other arrows - there was no time to slip them back into the quiver and their enchantments were expended besides); when he straightened he had drawn his sword too and brought both around in dual underhanded swings that caught one arm of the gargoyle and knocked it to the side while the other's momentum was narrowly halted before it could rip into the elf's shoulderguard.

Its head darted forward to snap at him; he jerked his head back and shifted his left foot to hold his weight, then pushed forward off his toes to again catch an arm as it slashed down toward him -- he caught the wrist between the haft and blade of his weapons, held up in a crossed position, and twisted them as he twisted at the trunk to sling the gargoyle off balance to the side and into a pillar that supported the balcony nearby. As the gargoyle bounced off the stone Ralsten brought the mace back around in a backhanded swing to smash into its ribs (did it have ribs or was it a stone construct? He really didn't know) and knocked it to the floor, then planted a foot into its chest to somewhat pin it in place and kept swinging at it as it flailed and clawed at his legs.

When he finally managed to smash its head in the metal plates, studs, and the leather of his boots were an utter mess of deep gouges and grooves, and he didn't want to think about what he'd look like if he hadn't been armored.

Abruptly he was lifted from his feet and thrown across the room to crack into the wall under a balcony -- Harkon was after him again, with Serana close on his heels and still attempting to get a solid strike in with her fire-enchanted sword.

"FUS!" Ralsten Shouted - not the full force of the shout, as Serana was too close and he didn't dare risk hurting her as well.

The shortened shout hit Harkon in the chest and pushed him back down the stairs; Ralsten clambered to one knee and got the bow up and ready, then loosed another arrow that actually embedded itself into Harkon's hip and sent the full effect of the arrow's enchantment rippling across his skin and charring it black, and the vampire let out another enraged but pained growl and spun to knock Serana flying with an open handed slap but Ralsten could see a slash across his shoulderblade that was blackened around the edges of the cut.

The elf placed another arrow near that gouge and finally, Harkon's clawed feet dropped to the ground as he stumbled and writhed as he burned. As he turned again to Ralsten the elf fired again, and again, awkwardly climbing to his feet and advancing step by step as each arrow found its mark and forced Harkon back.

Serana stood; Ralsten held back his next shot as she came forward, bringing the sword over her head and down to cut deeply into Harkon's shoulder, the flames spreading up half the man's face even as black blood sprayed into the air.

With a weak cry Harkon changed and a swarm of bats retreated toward the blood fountain. Ralsten rushed down the stairs with another arrow ready, and as the swarm paused in front of the fountain he fired into its middle -- the arrow passed through the bats but struck the fountain and the nova of released magic engulfed nearly the entire swarm.

Harkon shrieked - a terrible noise that Ralsten swore he could feel in his teeth - and the bats began to crumble to dust even as they struggled to reform him; for a very brief instant the image of Harkon appeared, his face twisted in pain and hatred, his hands claw-like and reaching toward them.

"No...Serana...your own father..."

His voice echoed as he turned to ash and rained down into and around the fountain.

Then, there was nothing but the sounds of their own panting.

Ralsten stood for several moments with an arrow ready and waiting, somehow expecting that this wasn't the end - that somehow, that pile of ash would reform into something worse and come after them with a vengeance.

But...nothing did. The room was silent and still, and not even the blood fountain made noise.

The sword fell from Serana's slack fingers and she slowly walked up to the ash pile, kneeling down beside it -- a moment later and Ralsten carefully edged up behind her, then they both jumped and spun around as the double doors behind them were thrown open.

Isran and three Dwanguard (two men and a young woman, none of which Ralsten knew) charged in, then skidded to a halt to look about in tense confusion; after peering into every nook and cranny of the room Isran lowered his weapon and stomped up to stand before Serana and Ralsten, staring down at the ash at their feet.

"It's over. He's dead...and the prophecy dies with him." He looked grimly satisfied for a breath, then surprisingly his expression softened into something resembling pity as he looked to Serana. "I... I suppose this is difficult for you."

Serana glanced to the ashes, then stood to face Isran. "I think my father really died a long time ago. This was just...the end of something else. I did what needed to be done, nothing more."

Isran nodded slowly at that. "I think perhaps...I think you did more than that. You have my thanks."

Ralsten glanced to Serana and found she looked just as surprised as he did - Isran had spent all this time openly despising her...only to thank her now.

The man spun on a heel and gestured for the three with him to head back out of the cathedral. "We'll do a final sweep of the castle -- make sure no one is hiding. Find us outside when you're through here."

They swept out of the door without a backward glance; when they were gone Ralsten sighed, shoulders slumping in relief, then turned to face Serana.

"Are you all right?"

She had a few gashes visible across her leather chest piece, and an openly bleeding gouge on her arm; he quickly pulled her away from her father's ashes and over toward the stairs, sitting her down and tying a cloth around the wound.

"It's hard to believe, but we did it. We actually did it," she said quietly.

He studied her face -- she didn't seem grieved or sad, just...somewhere between relieved and tired; it didn't take long to determine that the gashes across her chest and stomach hadn't penetrated to skin and were just damage to the armor and then he dropped heavily to the stone beside her feeling the sting of sweat in dozens of tiny scratches across his chin and neck from the bats.

"He can't hurt you again. Or anyone else, for that matter," he said into the silence.

She didn't respond to that; they sat in silence until yet another Dawnguard member (another woman that Ralsten hadn't met before) came to fetch them. Serana stood and left the room without looking back and Ralsten followed her, all the way out to the main hall. There were some that were stacking the bodies of slain Volkihar vampires in a corner and a handful of others were tending to dazed, confused men and women that were dressed in rags and covered in obvious bite marks and old scars.

Serana took all of this in, then headed to the front doors and stepped out into the midday sun. Ralsten followed her, wincing and shielding his eyes against the brightness and feeling the dull burn of the sun on his skin. She led them halfway down the bridge (there were bloody smears to mark where the vampires had been slain and dragged off, the bodies nowhere to be seen) then took a deep breath and turned to him.

"Well, now that's done."

Ralsten nodded. "It is." He eyed her silently for a moment; in his mind he could suddenly see everything they'd seen and done together, every little thing he'd felt...and a fear settled in his gut that this was truly it. "What will you do now?" he finally asked, hesitating.

Serana seemed to consider that for a moment. "I'm not sure. I could see if I could stay with the Dawnguard...for as long as they'd let me. They're respectable fighters, even if their leader is a bit shortsighted. I think they could see the benefits now of having a vampire on their side."

Ralsten chuckled awkwardly. "I somehow doubt that would last long. Surely there's a...better choice."

She nodded, smiling faintly. "You're probably right." Shielding her eyes she turned to look back to the castle.

"You could come with me," he blurted out, then bit his lower lip.

"What?" she looked to him in surprise, blinking at him wordlessly for a moment. "I-" her expression cycled through a few emotions that were too quick to catch and then she looked away from him. "Maybe. I feel..." She looked back up to the castle. "I want to. I truly want to. But I feel I should make my peace with this place first. There's a lot of bad memories here, but good ones too." After a few breaths she glanced to him again. "Though the memories I've made with you have been the best of my life."

Ralsten felt that odd stomach flutter again. "I'd be more than happy to make more with you. More adventures, more... Whenever you're through here. However long it takes you. My home is open to you, my company is yours any time you want it." He took a few steps toward her, resting a hand on her shoulder and meeting her gaze. "Call, and I promise I'll come."

He sent a nervous glance toward the doors and saw no one watching, then leaned forward to place an awkward kiss on her temple.

The gesture clearly surprised her, and she swallowed hard before looking away shyly and clearing her throat. "I'll... I promise I'll find you, when I'm done here." Once she'd had a moment to compose herself she looked back to him with a smile. "What will you do in the meantime? Where will I find you?"

Ralsten found himself both disappointed and thankful at the subject change. "Ah...well. I think I shall remain with Isran -- the Dawnguard's researchers are still looking through their tomes and records to find a cure. If you don't find me at the fort, then I will be at home. I won't hide from you," he added, tone teasing.

"All right. Until then..." She rested a gentle hand on his arm, then stepped forward to pull him into a hug.

He hugged her tightly. "Be safe, Serana. You know how to find me."

#In Your Hands #iyh #In Your Hands ch 13 #serana #dragonborn #bosmer #dawnguard #vampires #Ralsten #Harkon #Isran #AU #Skyrim

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erasethedarkness · 6 years ago

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Day 3 | Snowball Fight / “YOU KILLED MY SNOWMAN!”

Summary: You were familiarizing yourself with Tokyo on your day off when you noticed a strange cloud. Upon investigation, you saw that it was the Winter Hero, Snow Angel, making it snow over a park so that children and adults could enjoy winter just a bit more. As you were walking through the park, a child ran into you and knocked you over onto some poor girl’s snowman, and her guardian just had to be Aizawa.

Reminder: I will be writing the prompts to occur chronologically! They are all going to be Aizawa x the same f!Reader established in Day 1’s prompt.

Also, this is much more "You Killed My Snowman" than a snowball fight.

@mha-xmas-challenge

Even the professionals deserved a day off- and not just due to being sick. It was important that they took scheduled days off to de-stress and unwind in an effort to prevent burnout. Of course, despite that, heroes were always on call. Always, because villains could care less if it was your day off- in fact, they’d prefer if it was. You took the time off as an opportunity to get to know Tokyo better. As you walked through the city like any other civilian, you saw a strange cloud that hovered over a rather specific circumference. It was unnatural and mildly concerning, especially since it created a foggy kind of mask in the area. Was a villain preparing to attack? It didn’t matter that it was your day off- your pace quickened and you made your way over.

The air got colder and from a couple hundred feet away, you could see snow falling from the cloud onto a park- and it must have been for some time because there was over a foot of snow blanketing the playground and field. You sighed, the tension that built up in your muscles immediately dissolving as you saw children playing and laughing, their parents watching over them, and the Winter Hero, Snow Angel, dancing in a large ice rink like a figure skater. She was making it snow so that people could enjoy themselves. Hero work wasn’t reserved just for saving people and capturing villains- sometimes it just meant making people happy and easing their worries.

Truth be told, you kind of missed the snow. Stateside, it had already snowed several times, but Tokyo was as dry as a desert. You walked into the snowfall, just on the outskirts of the park, letting the cold flakes land softly in your hair and melt against your cheeks. Closing your eyes with a smile on your lips, you exhaled through your nose before sticking your tongue out with eyes opening just a bit, catching cold wet specks on your tongue. This was nice, and you couldn’t help smiling to yourself as you decided to stay a while.

Children played all over the park equipment, swinging, making snow forts, snow men, and snow angels. A few snowballs flew from side to side. You weaved through the park on your way to the ice rink, twirling around kids to avoid them as they ran about without paying much attention to you and dodging snowballs. Outside of your costume, you were pretty unrecognizable. Hell, even Eraser Head mistook you at first.

The park was full of children and adults since snow was such a rarity, and even though there was enough room for everyone to play happily, children were running around, caught in games of chase or tag. One child ran right into you as you were turning to avoid a group of oblivious parents and knocked you right out of the rhythm and momentum you built moving through everyone. Your footing slid away from you, making you fall back with a yelp and flail of your arms, accidentally crushing some poor child’s snowman in the process.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry!” You were apologizing before even turning around, rolling onto your side and then your hands and knees to look up at the face of a young girl with red eyes and white hair. Your brows knitted together in a sincerely apologetic expression as you straightened up, kneeling in front of the girl. “I- I can help you make another one!” you offered up quickly, seeing her brows furrow and lips frown. She didn’t cry though. In fact, she didn’t even make a peep. As you gazed at her, you felt a bit awkward, like she was just staring at you- and not just her, but someone else. Maybe her parent?

“You killed my snowman…” the little girl murmured quietly. Her voice was so soft, and you felt so bad. Did she have to put it like that?

“That just gives us a chance to make a new one, right?” You offered her a kind smile, trying to reassure her that it was alright. She nodded slowly, and you noticed there was a small bump on the right side of her forehead. Was it just a bony ridge? Or maybe it was a horn that would grow with her? A small sigh of relief escaped you as she seemed willing to let you help her. Your alleviated concern lifted the tunnel vision you had in trying to cheer up the little girl, and you noticed black immediately behind her. Black pants, and boots, and a white utility belt…

‘No. No, no, no, no, sssshh… fuck.’

You looked up and saw the cold stare of Aizawa. “What did I tell you about being aware of your immediate surroundings?”

Your cheeks immediately warmed with a blush and you looked to the right with downcast eyes. The little girl looked between you both, and suddenly it clicked with you. She looked maybe 6 or 7 at most…

‘Shit.’

“Ahh, sorry Aizawa, y’know how it goes,” you just tried to brush it off, avoiding the question, your head filled with panic and your cheeks red with embarrassment. You kissed a married man. You kissed a married man with a kid. What was wrong with you? “Can’t always plan for the chaos of kids, y’know? I mean, obviously you know, you have an adorable daughter, and I totally didn’t mean to, and, y’know, I should probably just go ‘cause this kinda weird and you guys are just trying to have a good time in the snow.” You stood up, speaking almost as quickly as you did when you kissed him under the mistletoe,, black pants soaked up to your knees from being in the snow. Nervous laughter accompanied your words, and you so desperately wanted out of there, even backing up a few steps. A toothy, forced smile pressed to your lips as you casually tried to escape the awkward situation.

Just as you were turning away, the familiar constriction of his capture weapon wrapped around your wrist, and you looked back at him, still blushing fiercely with a somewhat shocked expression.

“I know kids are chaotic as a teacher, not a parent,” he said plainly, dark eyes meeting yours. “Stay. I’m sure Eri would enjoy your help making another snowman.” His voice was so much kinder suddenly, and you couldn’t help but stare at him for a moment, awestruck, before looking to the little white haired girl with a smile.

“Would you like me to stay and make another one with you?” you asked her directly with a soft and kind voice. It was extremely subtle, but she seemed to just barely light up at the offer, and nodded. Your heart melted a little. You weren’t the biggest fan of children, but she seemed so sweet and soft and dear and she wasn’t Aizawa’s.

Thank god, she wasn’t Aizawa’s.

You stayed and helped Eri build another snowman, the two of you playing in the snow together, rolling up a giant ball for the base that was almost as tall as she was. When the second ball was finished, she asked Aizawa to help put it on top of the first ball, and it stunned you how he interacted with her. He was still a man of few words, and he still had his characteristic, standoffish demeanor, but somehow he was softer and sweeter and kinder despite that. Eri rolled the last ball all on her own as you stood next to the snowman with Aizawa, the two of you watching her with soft smiles.

“Hey, um..” You began softly, looking up at the hero next to you. “I’m sorry about a couple nights ago and the whole mistletoe thing. I shouldn’t have assumed you were available.”

He didn’t say anything for a while, his eyes never leaving Eri. Your gaze lingered for a second, and then you looked back to her as well.

“I am,” he said simply. Your head immediately lifted and your eyes looked to his face again. “Are you still sorry?”

“Well… not so much,” you answered honestly, your cheeks rosy again. “Unless it actually bothered you?”

Nothing. Seconds felt as if they stretched into long minutes and you sighed, stepping away from him to help Eri with the ball she carried over to place as the head of the snowman which now stood twice as tall as before. Smiles and laughter bounced between you two, and you both added finishing touches. Two sticks became arms, rocks became buttons, and pebbles shaped a smile and face onto the snowman. By now, the snow stopped falling and Snow Angel was nowhere in sight. The large cloud gave way to a neutrally overcast gray sky. You hadn’t noticed any of this, or the fact that the park was much emptier than before.

“Eri, let’s go home.”

The child looked to Aizawa and nodded with a cute, “mhm.” You smiled involuntarily at the exchange. She looked up at you and gave you a small and polite bow. “Thank you very much for building a new snowman with me, miss.”

“Of course, Eri! Thank you for letting me, after I accidentally killed your last one,” you giggled with a sweet smile to the girl. She smiled back, and you couldn’t help but fawn over her just a little. You had no idea what she was to Aizawa, but you could completely see why he cared for her. It was hard not to.

You watched the two begin to walk back, and before you knew it, your number was written down and you were catching up with them. “Hey, Aizawa!”

He looked over his shoulder before turning, holding Eri’s hand. “What is it?”

“If you ever need someone to babysit, or.. I don’t know, want to meet up outside of patrol for a drink or something, here.” You offered him the note with your number. He looked down at it and then took it with his free hand, paying no mind to the fact that you were blushing deeply. Eri looked up at you with a confused, but interested expression, just watching the exchange.

“Thanks.”

“Yeah.” You cleared your throat. “I’ll see you around.” You turned around briskly and began to walk away before you ended up stealing your number back from embarrassment. As you both parted, you heard Eri’s soft voice.

“I think you should call her, Aizawa-san.”

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