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keep going | jjk

⤑ series: cherry pickers

⤑ pairing: gamer(fuckboi)!jungkook x video vixen(virgin)!reader

⤑ genre: smut!! (and the start of angst at the end...)

⤑ rating: explicit

⤑ word count: 4.8K // unedited.

⤑ warnings: cursing, slight dirty talk, oral sex (m/f. receiving), handjob, cum shot, face sitting, spitting, grinding, (half-assed) 69-ing, nipple play, groping, dry humping, they’re both half drunk nd messy.

⤑ A/N: hiiii! how are you? sooo ., i decided to make the party two parts bc i had terrible time management today nd it’s getting late - buut i really wanted to post today. sooo part two up tomorrow!!

MAY 8TH, 2020 | 23:30

Jungkook hears your squeal over the booming bass of the music, long before you're appearing through the crowd of drunk partygoers. Jimin is steps behind you, large black glasses resting on the tip of his nose. Eyes likely bloodshot underneath them obvious from the stumble in his walk. Your hair fans out behind you as you run, jumping with a shout onto your boyfriend. Who is more than ready to catch you. Hands splayed over the small of your back, while your legs wrap around his waist.

Giggling, even though nothing's really funny. Cold hands finding his cheeks as your hair creates a curtain on one side of his face. “My baby!” Speaking a bit too loud for how close you are, but he doesn't mind it. Especially since you're quick with covering his mouth with yours. The strong taste of alcohol hitting his tongue as if how drunk you were wasn't already obvious.

The kiss doesn't last long because you're being distracted by your thoughts, lips parting from his, you begin to bounce in his arms. Thighs brushing against his waist and the skirt of your dress riding up the swell of your ass. “Jimin said you got dressed up for me,” You're wearing this pretty smile on your face, cheeks tinted pink and he's not too convinced it's just from the alcohol.

He nods without a bit of hesitation because he had nothing to hide. Wouldn't even be stood here in this outfit if he didn't think you'd find him attractive in it. Another squeal is leaving your lips, legs leaving his body as you jump down out of his grasp. Taking a step back to fully take in his appearance.

“You look good enough to eat,” Moving in close to him, your arms lift to wrap around his neck. Tugging gently so his face is level with yours, the tip of his nose nudging against your cheek as you lean up to reach his ear. “We'll get to that later, though.” A gentle kiss pressed to the outside of it and you're sure you hear a moan leave his lips.

Not dwelling too much on the sound, you pull back, taking his hand in his, leading him into the kitchen where you swear you saw Jimin disappear. Probably in search of smoother drinks to accompany the numerous shots swimming in his stomach. Jimin was quite the drinker and a bit hard to keep up with, either way, you managed without falling over. That was definitely a plus.

Jungkook had been here an hour or two before you showed up. Found Taehyung in the crowd and Yoongi after that, the three of them spending time drinking and talking while he waited for you. Your friends were cool and he was enjoying the music and everything, but at the end of it, he was most looking forward to seeing you... even if he had been with you just the day before.

Shots were passed around and Yoongi had his mind set on getting absolutely trashed, him and everyone within a ten-foot radius. Which had him refilling every single empty glass in sight. Including Jungkook, despite the fact, he was on the far end of the couch. So yeah, not as drunk as you, but definitely heading in that direction.

Who cares, though? It was a party after all.

MAY 9TH, 2020 | 00:19

Sat up on the kitchen counter with Jungkook beside you, quietly sipping from his cup while you talk a mile a minute with the guys in the room. Taehyung has taken an interest in Jimin who has made it his entire business to play hard to get. The whole nine yards, honestly, not looking directly at him while he spoke, acting aloof when it was clear to any of your close friends that Tae was enjoying the undivided attention.

Yoongi had gone somewhere a good half hour ago, nothing but a brief mumble of his departure which was drowned out by the music. Hoseok was leaving a few moments after him, loudly declaring he wanted to go dance. Yet, you have yet to see the inevitable circle form around him.

That left Joon and Jin with you and Jungkook, the four of you laughing and talking loudly about something that you'd no doubt forget in the morning. Well, three of you... Jungkook only half listened, the rest of his attention on you. Hadn't taken his eyes off you since he was setting you down on the counter and it was getting a little hard to ignore his stare.

Jungkook was always obvious, hardly ever beat around the bush... especially when it had anything to do with you. So just one look in his direction and you could tell that he was undressing you with his eyes, playing a dirty movie in his mind where the two of you were the stars.

Normally, you'd tease him. Get him all riled up until he was whining, basically begging for some type of release. It was always fun to see how far you could push him, how much you could get away with before he was becoming a mess of himself.

Strangely tonight, though, you didn't feel like teasing. Wanted him just as much as he wanted you, if not more. And with this liquid courage cruising through your veins, you didn't care if he knew it. You didn't care who knew it. Jin has sparked Joon's argumentative spirit, claiming he was right about something that Joon literally based his entire life on.

It's not often you get to see Joon get riled up, especially in the face of a stranger. But the oddly sexy vein popping out at the side of his neck is very low on your list of concerns. No, your focus is on Jungkook and how you can get him from this room to upstairs a little more private.

“Koo,” His head snaps in your direction in an instant at the sound of your voice, cloudy eyes taking in your outstretched arms. Instantly putting together that you were beckoning him toward you, he doesn't waste a moment to stand in front of you. Palms settling down against the tops of your thighs, the coldness of them forcing goosebumps to rise on your warm skin.

Long legs stretching out to wrap around his hips, pulling him closer. You always wanted him closer. Fingers tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him down closer to you. He kisses you immediately, hands wrapping around your thighs, using his grip to pull your body toward him. He's hard. Can feel it pressed right against your thigh, a curious hand dropping down his torso until you're able to reach him.

Jungkook flinches at the touch, hips jerking forward and teeth scraping against your lower lip. The subtle pain pulls a moan from your lips that's quickly muffled by the determined twist of his tongue. Hesitant fingers inch underneath the hem of your dress and then back down your thighs, up a little higher, and then back down. His fingers repeat their movement three times before you're pulling away from his lips.

“What are you doing?” Your words come out through a laugh, hands on either side of his face as you look down to watch his fingers on your skin. “I'm just checking...” All slurred and barely coherent, he's not looking at you instead he's tracking the movements of his fingers as if he was in the midst of creating a masterpiece on your legs.

You can't help the laugh that slips past your lips at his focus, fingers racking through his short hair. Pushing the fluffy strands out of the way so you can get a better peak at the look of concentration on his face. “Checking what?”

Dark eyes lift to find yours, teeth catching his lower lip as he searches your features. Looking for any hint that you were uncomfortable. That you wanted him to slow down. Something that you constantly caught him doing if the two of you were moving past a peck. It was sweet, nice of him to always be thinking of you. But it did make you feel fragile like you needed him to look out for you. Never did you like this feeling, but coming from him... it didn't feel so bad.

“How high up you'll let me go this time. Do you want me to stop?” There's a second question hidden in there. He wasn't just talking about his hands on his legs, but rather how far you were willing to go tonight. It's obvious because Jungkook was horrible at hiding what he was thinking, every thought written on his face at all times.

Which is why you're so quick to shake your head, using the hold you have around his waist to pull him further between his legs. His hardening length brushing against the crease of your thighs and you're humming at the feeling of warmth that spreads throughout your body. “Not yet. Keep going,”

That's all he needs to hear and it's like a switch has been flipped inside of him. Whatever restraint he had been using since you first jumped on him going out the window as his hands move higher up your legs, face nuzzling in the crook of your neck. His teeth catch your skin, blunt nails dragging their way to your ass and all you're left to do is whine and moan underneath him.

A hand running down the front of his pastel-colored pants to cover his crotch. Fingers flexing around his bulge, shamelessly palming him through his pants in the middle of Yoongi's kitchen. He's letting out a breathy groan, head falling back as his hips move in motion with your hand.

He looks so hot, it's almost unbelievable. Eyes squeeze shut, with his lower lip tucked between his teeth. Thick neck on full display, you can't help but lean up and kiss it. Sucking open-mouthed kisses into his skin, while your hand moves over him.

“Fuck,” he groans, loud enough for just you to hear. The sound sending a pang of arousal pooling between your legs. “I want to fuck you so bad,” It's a drunken confession that he's barely aware of, his focus on his hands squeezing your ass over the fabric of your dress.

Leaning back enough so your eyes catch his, he's looking at you with such desire and want. A look that you're no stranger to, but it definitely has you feeling a little less out of control tonight. Tilting your head up, you press a soft kiss to his lips, pulling back just before his tongue is able to slither past your lips.

“Wanna go upstairs?”

MAY 9TH, 2020 | 00:57

Jungkook takes two steps toward you the moment Yoongi's bedroom door is secured shut. Hands on either side of your face, holding your head steady as he goes in for a kiss. A sloppy rushed kiss that pulls deep groans from his lips. Fingers curling in your hair while his hand drops low on your waist, pulling your body into his.

He's spent long enough holding on to restraint, not wanting to tip the scale in either direction in hopes to keep you from pulling back. Only going as far as you'd let him, but now you were giving him the green light for more. And although, he wasn't sure how much more you were willing to give... he was going to enjoy all he was able to take.

His mouth falls from yours, fingers moving toward the neckline of your dress. The same tiny dress you deemed too tight to wear anything underneath, besides the lace thong that does nothing but look pretty against your skin. With a fluid motion of his hands, your tits are spilling out the top of your dress, nipples peaking from the cool air circulating around the room.

His cock stiffens in his pants at the sight. Trying not to be obvious with the way the sight of your bare chest makes him drool. This was so far from being the first time he's seen boobs, but this was the first time he was seeing yours and that felt like the first time ever. He didn't know what to do with himself. Brain working overtime trying to figure out where to start. He wanted all of you, that much wasn't a secret. But he knew that he had to be careful, this was a privilege of course. A rarity. One wrong move and he fuck it all up for himself.

The blank stare on his face does nothing for the pounding in your chest. Wishing that he'd just say something instead of staring the way he was. Not even looking directly at you. Did he think they were weird? Were you doing too much? Should you cover up?

Two strong hands wrap around your thighs, lifting your body off of the ground. Finally, finally looking up at you with those dark brown eyes of his. So easy to read, so filled with lust. For you. Long strides taken across the room and before you know it, your body is being surrounded by fluffy sheets and the smell of Yoongi.

“You're so perfect,” He sounds like he's in disbelief, shaking his head at his own words as he climbs onto the bed with you. Your head trapped on either side of his arms, hips pressed flush together. He fit so well between your legs.

Warm lips meet yours, tasting heavily of alcohol and his fruity lip balm. He's swallowing the moan that falls from your lips, tongue pushing against yours as his hips move in a slow rut. Kissing you breathless with his hand wrapped around one of your breasts, thumb flicking against your nipple. So easily pulling moans and whines from your lips with a simple flex of his muscles. “I can't believe I'm with you,” His words murmured against your lips, but your heart is standing at full attention, ready to swell in his favor.

Pulling back only to leave a trail of wet kisses down the length of his neck, mapping his way to your breasts. A breathy cry of his name falls from your lips when his teeth scrape against the hardened nub. Chuckling soft, his eyes lift to meet yours as he wraps his lips around it. Tongue moving just as it had been inside your mouth and you can't help but wonder how it'd feel in other places too.

Always ten steps ahead of you, Jungkook's hand outlines the curve of your breasts all the way down to the dip of your waist, passing your hips until the tips of his fingers catch the hem of your skirt.

He pulls off your chest with a pop, a thin line of spit connecting his lower lip to your skin. His tongue juts out to break it while his gaze lowers to watch himself reveal more and more of your skin with each movement of his hand. It's not long until your entire dress is bunched up at your waist, the maroon thong you had shimmied into on full display for his greedy eyes.

The growing wet patch between your legs is all he can seem to focus on. Jungkook startles you with his quickness, head dropping between your legs in an instant. Arms looping around your thighs to hold them apart, nose nudging against your covered clit as his tongue flattens against your slit.

“Holy fuck!” It's like someone has lit your entire body on fire. Back arched off the bed and toes pressed against the sheets. He's letting out a laugh, the prettiest sound you've ever heard paired with that toothy grin of his. Three gentle kisses are placed right on top where his tongue just had been.

Reaching down to find his soft head of hair, you gently drag his face up away from your sensitive pussy. His nose bumping against yours and his stiff cock resting just above your clit. Much harder than before and you can only guess why. Yet, despite his obvious arousal and his desperate want to continue, he's still able to compose himself enough to ask.

Pressing the softest of kisses to your lips, fingers pushing strands of your hair out of the way. “Keep going?” Silently hoping that you answer in his favor. Pretty much over the moon when you're nodding, hips lifting to meet his. It's his turn to curse, teeth cutting into his lip to keep from being too loud.

Kind of hard with the way you were grinding against him. Even through your useless panties, his boxers, and pants, he could feel you. How warm you were, wet too. So sure that his fingers would slip right in. How many would you actually be able to take? Just one? Two? Maybe three?

Had to be at least three if you expected to take his dick after. Never one to brag, but Jungkook was a decent size. Thick in the places that it mattered most, long enough to boost his confidence. Definitely took pride in the way your eyes would go wide when seeing it. Were you thinking about it too? Him fucking you.

“Yn, fuck.” He's hissing through clenched teeth, only now noticing the work you've done at the front of his pants. Buttons undone and fly wide open, your warm hand down the front of his briefs to fish out his throbbing length. It only grows harder in your soft grip, twitching at the brush of cool air.

It takes two of your small hands to cover him, the pink mushroom tip peaking out from your closed fists. Hands twisting in opposite directions and he doesn't even hesitate to fuck into the hole you've created. Eyes fluttering as breathy moans fall from his lips, heavy balls slapping against your covered pussy.

Jungkook's got a firm grip on your breast, the other hand clutching the bunched up fabric of your dress. Head bowed as he watches his cock disappear and reappear between your hands. He has no shame in the fact he's imagining it's you he's fucking. That he's being squeezed by the tightness of your walls. Imagining that you're reaching your limit too, instead of him selfishly getting his release. Every single time.

He loses it when you're sitting up, spitting into the palm of your hand to create a much wetter slip for his cock. Hands tightening around him and moving at a much faster pace. He's gasping and groaning, fucking forward as if he's buried inside of you. And you're close too, it makes him feel a lot better about the loud way he spills his load onto your stomach.

Warm and sticky against your clammy skin, you're lifting a hand off of him to dip your fingers into the mess. He watches the way you drag through it, bringing your index finger up to your mouth. “Oh, God.” He groans, earning a pretty giggle from you. His mouth is on yours again within an instant, fingers tangling in your hair as his tongue rolls around the inside of your mouth.

Tasting himself on your tongue and that just makes him want you more. “Please let me taste you.” His eyes still feel heavy and his body too, but that's the least bit of his concern. He wants to make you feel good. It's only fair, with the way you're constantly catering to him. You deserved it. “Please,”

Not even worried about sounding desperate or even whiny, he just wants you. He wants you to want him. And you do. Have wanted him since the first time you met him if you're honest. Tonight all of that was only amplified, a mixture of the alcohol and the realization of how quickly you had fallen for him.

Didn't even realize it was happening until it was done. Jungkook was quickly becoming it for you. Not a day went by where he wasn't on your mind, yearning to see him, to talk to him, to kiss him. Needy in ways that were nearly foreign to you. Always so good at keeping it together, but when it came to him you just couldn't.

And you didn't really want to either.

“Okay,” His face breaks into this huge smile and you can't help the laugh that falls from your lips. “Okay?” He has to check, make sure that he's hearing you right. And when the sound of your laugh fills his ears, followed by another confirmation he's almost ready to jump for joy.

Springing up, he's shrugging his shirt off. Wiping the drying cum from your stomach as a true gentleman would. Tossing the dirty fabric to the side, he's shifting to lay on his back before you're stopping him. “Take this one off too,” Reaching for the sleeve of his undershirt and he doesn't waste a moment before tugging it over his head and tossing it to the side.

He's moving to lay on his back before you're allowed the proper time to admire his well worked on chest. The ripples in his stomach that can only be accomplished with hours upon hours in the gym. His head lifts to find you sat up in the same spot, this quizzical look on his face which you return with a laugh.

“Come sit on my face,” He says it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, reaching out for your wrist, to gently drag you toward him. Your eyes are saucers, cheeks flushed at the thought of being sat up on him like that. “Why?” It's obvious to the both of you why, but you wait for his answer anyway.

His shoulders lift in a slight shrug, lips stretching into a slow sexy smile. “I've always wanted you to sit on my face,” He's so calm about it too as if he didn't just admit to the dirty secret thoughts that bounce around his head when the two of you are alone. You're so inclined to give this man whatever he wants that you don't bother to fight it anymore, simply lifting yourself up to stand over his head.

Taking in the way he's smiling up at you like a kid on Christmas, arms looped around your legs to help you lower yourself onto him. The tips of his fingers latch onto the waistband of your panties, tugging them far enough down your legs so he's getting a good look at your bare pussy.

Lips glistening with your arousal, slightly puffy from the bit of stimulation. There's a small patch a hair above it, trimmed into a neat triangle. Almost like an arrow saying: Jungkook's mouth goes here. And he's forever one to follow a sign. With his arms looped around your thighs, he's lowering you comfortably over him. He lands an open-mouthed kiss on your clit, using the grip he holds on your thighs to hold your body still.

Gasping, your hips jerk, body lunging forward to brace yourself on his stomach. “Fucking cute,” He murmurs into your pussy, head tilting to the side so his tongue can reach deeper inside of you. Paying close attention to the sounds of your whines to make sure that you're enjoying yourself just as much as he was.

Much sweeter than he had thought, arousal dripping down the sides of his lips. You've got a tight grip in his hair, hips moving in stuttered thrusts against his mouth. A hand pressed onto his stomach, nails scraping against the skin. He's cautious with introducing his fingers to the mix, teasing your hole slowly before he's pushing one in. Cock stiffening at the loud wail that leaves your lips, legs spreading wider for him.

It's never felt this good. Not when you're alone with your own hand down there. His is much longer, thicker. Reaching deeper inside than you ever could. With lips latched around your clit and a single finger fucking inside of you, Jungkook's pretty sure he's died and gone to heaven. The sounds of your moans being the welcome bell.

His tongue moving around your clit in quick circles and he swears he feels your walls clench around his fingers. So wound up, it's not long before you're nearing your end. And he takes the chance by pushing another finger alongside the first one, much tighter and harder to move but the sound that leaves your lips eggs him on.

“Shit, baby...” He pants against you, the warmth of your hand around his shaft making him lose focus. You stroke him lazily, barely able to keep your head up with the way he's making you feel. But you manage, tongue poking out to roll against the tip. His whines vibrate against your pussy and throughout your entire body, forcing an involuntary roll of your hips.

Fingers plunging deeper inside of you as his hips lift, cock brushing against your lips at the same time he's curling his fingers. Pressing against the rough patch that has you spiraling out of control, hips bucking against his face and grip tightening in his hair. “Jungkook, fuck! I'm...” Pretty much delirious at this point because he has no interest in letting up, determined to knock you over the edge if it's the last thing he does.

A string of curses leaves your lips. Sloppy kisses landing on his length, a failed attempt to muffle them. All at once you're feeling pressure build and snap in the pit of your stomach, a wave of heat washing over you. Your legs shake on either side of his head, loud cries of his name and incoherent sentences falling from your lips.

Jungkook holds you steady through all of it, the movement of his tongue slowly as you come down. Lips puckering to plant a gentle kiss to your lips, just as your body is falling limp against his. Slowly pulling his fingers from inside of you, he doesn't waste a moment with sucking your juices from them, humming contently at the taste.

“So sweet,”

Shifting in his hold, you move to sit on his lap. His nose, mouth, and chin are shiny with your arousal, cheeks flushed and eyes hooded, hair a knotted mess. He looks absolutely fucked out and it's so hot. Lowering yourself, your mouth is finding his, tongue plunging into his mouth as you lower your body. The tip of his cock nudging against your clit, forcing a moan from your lips.

All it would take is a certain angle of your hips and he'd be sinking inside of you. Stealing away your virginity with a single thrust of his hips. You wanted that so bad. With him. Only him. “Jungkook.” Sighing his name out, his cock twitches between your legs. And from the way his eyes go wide, you can tell he's just noticed how close you actually were.

“I want you to fuck me. Please, Kookie,” There's slight whine in your voice, but you don't care how desperate you sound. You've never wanted something this bad. Felt it in your chest, your stomach, your core. You wanted him.

He doesn't say anything for a while, eyes scanning over your features for a little longer than you'd like. Before he's letting out a soft sigh, his hand reaching up to push his hair back on his head. Sitting up with you in his lap, his hand lifting to wipe at the wetness around his lips. “Fuck, princess. Not tonight. Not yet,” Two large hands set on your shoulders, he's offering up an apologetic smile.

A pout is already forming on your lips. You can't help it, your brows just seem to automatically furrow and your lip pushes out. “Why not?” His hand is lifting to pat your hair, head tilting up to press a soft kiss to the tip of your nose.

“Because, when I fuck you... I'm gonna fuck you.” You'd think he was explaining the cuteness of puppies with the way he was looking at you. The tone he was using. “And you've been drinking. I need to make sure you remember every second,” His fingers rub against your scalp lightly before he's going in for another kiss.

Not even a moment is granted for the sting of rejection to settle in. The moment he's pulling away and gently nudging you off of his lap to redress, there's a loud knock on the door and you're becoming all too aware of the party that was still going on downstairs. A loud crash follows the knock and you can hear shouts from two very familiar voices.

And then another, much harder knock. Joon's voice sounding from the other side. Hurriedly explaining all the commotion going on downstairs.

“Hoseok and Yoongi are fighting!”

— known for your body and surrounded by rumors about your sex life… rumors that he doesn’t think to doubt. until he’s meeting you… forced to realize there’s much more to you then the thonged shorts and lacy costumes.

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pixie-cocaine · 5 years ago

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ATEEZ Reaction To: their S.O. wearing baggy clothes

ateez reacting to their gf wearing a short plaid skirt with a super oversized sweatshirt that goes down to almost their skirt length

Theme: different dates :D

Hongjoong ♡:

• You were both were going out to go to a famous planetarium

• You always did like looking at the stars and how they hung in the sky, sparkling like the moon’s reflection in any body of water

• So this was a cool little experience that both you and Joong could have together

• You wanted to dress casual, so settling with a roomy beige sweater, decorations of black diamonds sewn in, along with a red plaid skirt was what you went with

• By roomy, you meant damn-near covering the skirt, which gave the look a lax, puffed out appearance

• That shit was B I G

• His reaction?

• The softest eyes ever omfg I’m sobbing-

• No dramatic gasps, no squealing (I’m looking at you. Mingi)

• Just being able to see his indifferent expression melt away into a pure puppy face as you emerged from the hallway into the living room

• All you were wearing was a skirt and sweater but to him, every single outfit brought out more of your beauty

• You never failed to amaze him

• Allowing a small smile, he’d use his hand to gesture toward you

• “You look lovely”

Calm outings with Joong are always the most wholesome smfh I’m so mushy because of this goldfish-looking bit-

Seonghwa ♡:

• A sweet picnic-esque date in a secluded flower meadow with Hwa?

• You’d be mad to say no

• It was a nice warm-air temperature outside, so you settled for a yellow loose knit sweater and a matching yellow plaid skirt to go with it

• The sweater swallowed up most of the skirt, resulting in only a small bit of the skirt being visible, but you thought nothing of it

• Seonghwa certainly did

• He’d been eyeing you all the way to the picnic spot, face shadowing over with pleasant surprise when you came to stand in front of him, and sparkling eyes flicking over to your direction every couple minutes

• god can you imagine feeling his gaze on you?

• looking over at him, and watching as he would catch your eyes, only to quickly focus back on the road in front of him

• I’m gonna turn your kneecaps to dust if you don’t fucking speak up, Hwa

• Eating cutely-packaged lunches on top of the pastel pink blanket turned into Seonghwa’s head lying on your lap as you plucked the various flowers and placed them in the silky tresses of his inky black hair

• Sweet peas, Marigolds, and Hydrangeas flecked Hwa’s locks, complimenting gorgeously against the slight tan of his skin, as well as the patches of sunlight gleaming onto his face through the leaves of the tree you sat against

• He was truly stunning, especially when he opened his previously closed eyes to stare up at you, a smile slowly tugging at the corners of his lips

• You brush a thumb across Seonghwa’s cheek, “Why were you looking at me earlier?”

• “Because of your outfit,” The hand already resting hand against your thigh began to play with your skirt

• “What about my outfit?”

• “It makes you look adorable”

Yunho ♡:

• You already know fairs and amusement parks with Yunho are gonna happen

• Like are you kidding me?

• Baby LOVES doing wild things with you

• It was in the afternoon, pretty cool weather, and you kinda just threw on what you saw

• What you saw, being a very big black cotton sweater and blue plaid skirt

• Nothing too much, nothing too less

• Bruh, he really couldn’t stop calling you cute

• Even as soon as you came out of the room, he was like

• “aWAWAWWWWW LoOk AT yoU”

• Loud as hell, as usual

• Walking around and playing all the games, as well as riding the rollercoasters and such, Yunho couldn’t stop staring at you every now and then

• You were beaming; neon lights and vibrant colors glowing against your face as you both roamed around

• Adorable UwU

Yeosang ♡:

• This man is a freak

• He’s literally so weird lmao

• But that’s what you find so damn goofy about him

• Anyways, bowling! :)

• “How cute,” he smiled from his spot on the couch, cooing upon seeing your outfit of an oversized wine red sweater and black plaid skirt, barely visible upon the sagging top

• You giggled, giving him a small spin before you guys were off

• He really did like the look, and he wasn’t afraid to tell you either

• A couple hours after getting your ass handed to you in the rounds of bowling, you and Yeosang took a seat with a couple of fries and rootbeer floats

• You could feel his eyes on you, so you looked up from your food

• “Yes?”

• He grinned and pointed to your exposed legs

• “I just never noticed how pretty your thighs are”

I still can’t believe he stirred eggs for +2 hours. A literal crackhead.

San ♡:

• Karaoke night, y’all

• Hitting high notes? Girl- a breeze

• Just scream into the mic and turn people deaf, they won’t be able to tell the difference

• Anyways

• Your choice of outfit?

• A pink fleece sweater and black plaid skirt

• You were stunning omg

• San would be melted, bro

• “Oh!”

• Literally couldn’t say anything else besides that you were fluffy-looking. Jus wanted to cuddle you right there and then, yanno?

• Turning up to the karaoke bar would be wild. You’d stand on that mini stage and be doing little dances here and there

• San wouldn’t be able look away from how small you looked in that sweater

• Like a liddol lamb

• A proud hubby

Mingi ♡:

• When I said he squeals, he SQUEALS

• He’s loves soft things, and so when you come out looking like a purple marshmallow in the puffy oversized sweater and slate grey plaid skirt, it automatically makes him let out weird noises of adoration

• Tackles you in a hug

• Babbles on about how huggable you are and random things in general while pretty much crushing you

• After he’s done squeezing the life out of you, he’ll be all bouncy

• Roller skating tiiiiiiime

• Y’all gonna get CRAZY crazy

• Cuz I already know this man right here is gonna be falling on his ass a lot

• But he’ll make sure to stay by you, always giving you a push and hyping you up

• “You look like a little fairy. Pose!”

• After your ankles are bouta pop off and you guys sit down, he’ll be looking at your outfit again

• “You should wear stuff like that more often. You look really cute”

Wooyoung ♡:

• Bumper cars, bitch

• Cuz every other idea I had involves not being able to wear a skirt unless you wanna flash everyone casually walking by

• I’m not judging if that’s what you want tho

• After rummaging through your closet for a bit, you settle for a plain white knitted sweater and black plaid skirt

• Woo would find you absolutely darling, bro

• “Aww, cute, cute”

• But wouldn’t be mulling over it too much

• Because you always look good, and this is only one of the many cute outfits he’s seen you in

• Still, he’d give you some up-and-down’s a couple times throughout the night, probs compliment you a couple times, too

• Other than that, the date would be very fun

• [insert Woo’s devil laugh]

Jongho ♡:

• Big big babie

• A simple ice cweam and city roam date with Jongie

• god it’d be so soft

• Also, he’d be in love with how your sweater was so big that i gave you sweaterpaws, as well as the drape of it over your form

• He’d just wanna put you in his pocket and take you everywhere with him

• HAND HOLDING OMFG LEAVE ME TO CRY ALONE

• “You look really nice”

In a nutshell, Jongho deserves the world

#ateez reactions #requested #ateez fluff #fluff #kpop reactions #kpop fluff #jongho fluff #hongjoong fluff #seonghwa fluff #yeosang fluff #mingi fluff #wooyoung fluff #san fluff #yunho fluff

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rat-father · 4 years ago

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Part 6! FLUFF

No angst, just wholesome.

This one is a bit longer then the others. I wrote 2k words instead of the usual 1.3k

I was just really in a fluffy mood so it's kind of like a treat

Again, I didn't proofread so if you see mistakes then shhh

Tagging; @skunkandgrenade

-- tw;; it as pronoun, pet whump/captivity --

For Cub it was like master never disappeared in the first place, it just went back to its normal self no questions asked. For the others it wasn’t as easy.

Xanzi got some bad wounds that needed bandaging which made it hard to do mundane tasks at time, while Lexi tried her best to treat them. Lo went back to his own place while still being a bit upset with him.

The pet did stay a lot closer to master then before, and always tried to give a helping hand. It was also allowed to sleep in his room for a couple days. If anything it was like its bond with him grew closer. And because of that he wanted to take it somewhere new, to the city! He bought a new harness for it knowing it would be busy as always, even on a quiet day.

“Are you excited?” Master asked, already knowing the answer.

It nodded it’s head with joy. It was allowed to go to the city for the first time! Master made sure it was well hydrated and wearing warm enough clothes before they left. It was gonna be just the two of them, they had the entire day for themselves. I also got to wear a new harness and leash which it thought looked really pretty.

It even enjoyed the ride to the city. It stared out of the windows the entire way.

Xanzi felt bad for the pet to an extend, it had never even seen a city before, or any public place. But then again he didn’t care much, it was a great opportunity to bond with his pet and make it trust him even more, if that was even possible.

The parking lot what surprisingly empty, usually it was filled to the brim but today Xanzi managed to find a spot quite fast. He could see his pet already getting more excited in the corner of his eye.

“Alright, we’re here. I brought water so if ya get thirsty just tell me okay?”

“Yes master!”

“Good. If ya behave well we can go here more often.”

It started practically jumping in its seat, eager to go out and explore. Master stepped out first and took opened the door for it after. He clipped the leash on its harness and they started heading towards the city.

There were still quite a few people around which made it a bit anxious, so it stayed close to master and made sure to check if he was still there every now and then. After a bit of walking it saw a cute little shop selling tons of plushies and stuffed animals. It really wanted to go see it and dragged master along to it.

The walls were pastel yellow on the inside with relaxing music playing through speakers. It immediately went over to the sections with stuffed animals and looked at all of them with amazement. Some of them had pretty pinks, greens and purple mixed in with their fur and were glittery!

A pink narwhal caught its attention, it was big and fluffy and master said it was allowed to have it. It held the narwhal in its arms as it continued looking around the store.

Aside from plushies and stuffed animals, the store also sold clothing. The pet knew it didn’t need new clothing, but a frog hat really intrigued it and it just couldn’t help itself. Everything there was so pretty and it could stay there for hours, but it also wanted to explore more of the city. Master paid for everything and they continued down the city, narwhal in hand and frog hat on.

There were street performers playing outside and Cub wanted to listen for a bit. Of course it never had heard music before so it was very amazed at the songs they were playing. When they were done Xanzi gave them 20 euros before the pet dragged them further.

It stopped in front of a pet shop, it seemed a bit unsure, but hesitantly went inside. At first it walked slowly, until it saw it the toy section which it basically darted to, almost making Xanzi fall out of shock. With its free hand it held up a small mushroom chew toy in front of his face.

“Ya want that one bud?”

“Yes please, master.”

He faked thinking about it for a second. “Alright, I guess you can have it.”

It smiled as they walked up to the cash register to pay. The cashier lady was nice and complimented the pet on how cute it looked as master paid.

It couldn’t wait to see more of the city, everything looked beautiful and the weather was perfect for a walk. Sometimes it would just stop and admire some of the trees or buildings, which master thought was just adorable. He couldn’t help but wonder whether all pets were like this, or if it was just his pet that was this curious.

Cub lightly tugged on master’s sleeve trying to get his attention.

“Hm? What is it pet?”

“It is hungry, can it have food please, master?”

“We can stop at a cafe and get some food there if you want.”

It frowned, looking confused. “What is a cafe, master?”

It didn’t know what a cafe was, of course.

“It’s a place where you can get food and drinks. You’ll see.”

Xanzi knew the city by heart, he lived there for most of his life before buying his mansion. There were tons of cafes nearby. They went to the one that was the most quiet, he didn’t want his pet to get overwhelmed.

In the cafe the pet got a lot of weird stares, pets were a common thing, just not often seen outside. Or in good condition.

Master ordered it a slice of cake and cola, with coffee for himself.

It didn’t take it long to finish its cake, it was starving and it tasted really good. But it waited a bit before drinking the cola, it didn’t understand why there were bubbles going up. Master told it to just try it, that it wasn’t something to worry about. The taste was, odd, but it liked it.

Master suggested they’d go to the nearby art shop too. He thought it might like drawing or painting. It didn’t know what drawing or painting was, but if master said it was fun then it must be fun.

The art shop was significantly bigger then the other stores, it was also packed with all kinds of stuff. The pet wasn’t sure where to look first, this was all new to it. It look at its master, hoping for some directions. Luckily he got the sign and directed it towards a shelf with different types of sketchbooks. They all had things written on them but it couldn’t read. Master picked one out for it and handed it to them. It had a nice yellow cover with a cat on it.

”Do you like this one?”

“Yes master. It’s very pretty.”

Master also showed it some colored pencils, he said it could use them to draw anything it wanted in the book. It still didn’t quite understand but it sounded like fun.

The store also had an upstairs area with big white blocks, master called them canvases. Apparently people painted stuff on them with brushes and different types of paint. It all sounded confusing and complicated.

When they were done there he took it to a book store. He wanted to teach it how to read and needed some books for it.

It didn’t like the book store very much, it felt like there were endless amounts of books everywhere it looked. It was too overwhelming. It held onto master’s arm with one hand and hugged its narwhal plushie with the other.

Master didn’t take long to find what he needed so they weren’t in there for too long.

“Master? Its feet are starting to hurt.”

”Let’s head back home then, I’m also getting kinda tired.”

Master held its hand as they made their way back to the car. It had a big smile on its face, master rarely held its hand, it loved it when he did.

The walk back made its feet hurt even more, but they stopped to get ice cream which made it easier to deal with. Ice cream had always been its favorite.

The drive home was very relaxing to Cub, it had spend all its energy in the city and now it could just sit and watch the sky while cuddling with the narwhal.

Master didn’t talk to it while driving which it was fine with. The soft music playing from the radio made it even better.

It didn’t notice it had fallen asleep until it felt the car stop moving.

“Ya took a nice nap?”

Oh no. It slept without permission. Was master mad?

“Sorry master. It didn’t mean to.”

”It’s fine dear,” he gave it a polite chuckle. “You can sleep whenever you want. I don’t mind, understood?”

“Yes master, thank you.”

He took it out of the car and walked it back to the mansion. It hurried off to its room to put its new plushie and toy away. It was excited to try this ‘drawing’ thing out with master.

It came back downstairs with the sketchbook and colored pencils in hand. Lexi cleared some room on the table for it so it could dump the pencils out of the box. It opened the sketchbook and, felt a bit lost. Where was it supposed to start?

”Just make some lines, whatever you want. There’s no right or wrong.” Master reassured it.

It picked up a purple pencil and went for it. The paper felt smooth each stroke it made, it was a nice feeling. It wasn’t entirely sure what is was drawing at first, but it was drawing it! Next it took a blue pencil and continued scribbling on the paper. It then set the pencils down and held the sketchbook up to master sitting in front of it.

”Master, look! I drew narwhal!” It had a proud smile on its face.

“Wow, that looks amazing! You’re a really great artist.”

He was lying, of course, but it didn’t matter if it look good anyway, the pet was having fun, and that’s what was important.

It giggled and continued scribbling with other colors on the next page. He was right to assume drawing was something it would like. It never got the chance to be a child, so he would give it to them.

Lexi joined them after an hour of the pet drawing various things on the white pages.

“You guys are having fun drawing I see.”

The pet silently nodded, not taking its eyes off the drawing it was working on. It was drawing the mansion, but with all types of colors.

It finished it and showed it to both master and the maid who said they loved it.

Eventually it was time for dinner and Cub had to stop drawing, it didn’t want to stop, but it didn’t want to be a bad pet either.

Master said it could continue drawing after it was done with dinner. It was looking forward to it.

Bonus;

It wasn’t long before Cub became obsessed with art, drawing specifically. It really enjoyed scribbling in its sketchbook and then showing it to its master with a proud smile. And like any good master would do, he put its best drawings on the fridge.

#pet whump #whumpee #whump #comfort #Cub is bean #new skill unlocked: drawing #finally the bean gets the fluff they deserve #I loved writing this #more fluff later??

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mlpdestinyverse · 4 years ago

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“One November Eve”

One stormy eve, when Dream Flow mysteriously doesn't show for their meet up, Skychaser heads to his friend's home to find out what's keeping her. What he discovers isn't quite what he expected.

Feat. Skychaser, Dreamaria Flow

Related Chapters: Little Monster, Newcomer, Impasse

~Destinyverse Archive~

Skychaser isn't usually one to fuss when it comes to Dream Flow's occasional tendency to arrive late to their hangouts.

He's long accepted it as an on-and-off habit of hers, oversleeping or losing track of time. It's not like they've ever been in a rush, so it's never truly bothered him. Besides, it's easy to imagine her getting caught up in a busy, tiring schedule as an Emotion Counselor.

The latest he can remember her ever arriving was about thirty minutes past their designated time, and even then she came to him apologizing profusely before insisting on treating him to make up for the tardiness. He can tell that she's since made a more conscious effort to be more punctual, despite his assurance that he really doesn't mind.

An hour and twenty-two minutes late...now that's just plain out of character.

It's nearing 6 PM now, and it won't be long before they'll have to officially reschedule their sauna day for another time. Sky is still sitting at a cafe table, tapping his hoof against the wooden surface, the vibrations causing his long empty cup of mint chocolate chip ice cream to shake.

He'd been looking forward to relaxing within the embrace of hot steam on a chilly autumn day. More so than that was his eagerness to behold Dream's first heavenly sauna experience, as a mare who apparently had never even known of their existence until a week ago. She had mirrored his excitement, giving him a date where she'd be completely free. But that's all quickly becoming rather trivial compared to his growing bewilderment.

'Did she go on a last-minute errand run?? What is going on?'

It's only when a large droplet of rain nearly jabs his eye that he knows that the fall thunderstorm Ponyville ordered for the sake of building atmosphere towards Nightmare Night has begun. And it's at that moment that Sky knows he has a time limit before the rain starts pouring. So with a frown, he swiftly makes his way to a new location...

By the time he's in front of the door to Dream's house, the boughs of leafless trees have begun groaning and Sky's thick mane might as well be mauling his face, thanks to the whipping winds. Honestly, if it wasn't for the sheer absurdity that was the concept of being "stood up" by Dream of all ponies, he would have thought to arrive sooner to check on his friend. But looking at the house, the windows are completely absent of any light, and that becomes even more prominent with the darkening grey sky above him as the sun dips away and the clouds prepare to-

-drench him. Just...all at once. A waterfall-like sheet of rain crashes onto him, and he hisses a curse as he instinctively tries for the doorknob, despite knowing it won't open.

Except it does, and Skychaser has to blink a few times at that.

'Guess she went out and...forgot to lock it behind her...?'

A flash of lightning and Sky all but scrambles inside and shuts the door before the accompanying boom of thunder can deafen him.

As he enters the threshold, and his eyes adjust to the brief lightning flash followed by the interior darkness, he almost swears a separate faint light catches the edge of his vision. But it's gone before he can fully acknowledge it, and it leaves his mind as soon as he winces at the booming thunderclap.

"Hokay then..." Sky mutters. He shrugs off his hoodie and hangs it on the nearby coat rack. Having visited Dream's house numerous times before, finding and flicking on the closest light switch isn't too difficult. The warm lighting reveals the large, decently furnished living room he's grown quite accustomed to, as a place to spend time with his friend as well as a safe space for a few of their counseling sessions together: television and couch set up to the left, first-floor bathroom to the right, her open kitchen towards the very back, next to the polished curving staircase... "Wait for Dreamers it is..."

At least, he hopes Dream isn't still trying to make it to their sauna day. Once she realizes he's not at their meeting spot, she'll either look for him at the Cutie Mark Sanctuary if only to frantically apologize like the sweet doof she is, or she'll make the better call and head back home in this weather.

Unless she's forgotten their plans entirely. Then well...at the very least, she'll absolutely return straight home and they'll figure it out from there.

'Unless...an emergency...?'

Sky vigorously shakes the worrisome thought out of his head, only to flinch and curse again when water droplets fly everywhere and cling to the nearby wall. This isn't the time to go into Anxious-Brother-Mode™ when he should be hunting down a towel unless he wants to create a puddle in the middle of Dream's living roo- oh, a puddle's already forming, goddammit.

He carefully maneuvers himself towards Dream's towel closet on the right-most wall, right beside her bathroom door. But he sighs and gives up midway on tip-toeing when he realizes he's leaving a trail of rainwater anyway, making a faster beeline for it. Without pause he yanks it open and pulls out a fluffy towel with cute little sea motifs, aggressively drying his cursed sponge-like mop of hair; the true perpetrator of the puddles...a symbol of freedom and majesty now fallen from grace. For shame.

He sighs with relief once he feels sufficiently...less wet, albeit his feathers are sticking in almost every direction and his inner pegasus shrieks at him to preen- which, speaking of, is it weird to preen in your friend's house when they're not there?

Shower Thoughts with Skychaser.

Sky lets the towel hang around his neck and grins to himself over his dumb mental joke- but upon closing the closet door fully, something he hadn't noticed before immediately greets him.

A single orange sticky note, attached to the door at eye level.

He's genuinely confused at first, but once his eyes flit over the words written on it in black marker, he near-instantly recalls the counseling session he'd shared with Dream not even a month ago. In this very living room, funnily enough:

"Sticky Note Affirmations" she had called it, suggesting it to him like many other forms of therapy they've given a go through the course of their friendship. He remembers her explaining it as a method of using positive affirmations in one's daily life, to "move the mind away from persistent negative thoughts" and "set in a more positive way of thinking".

"Positivity takes practice!" he can practically still hear the confidence in Dreamaria's voice from that day, her beaming face forming in his mind. "We may be our own worst critic, Sky, but we're also the one person in life who can be our most faithful supporter. So try cheering your future self on!"

It sounded a little silly at first, the idea of sticking notes around his room and expecting them to do anything. Dream Flow did say the results varied for everyone.

Now, Sky has a small collection of post-it notes that have given him just the slightest boost needed to help deviate that self-deprecating corner of his mind; more often than not, at least. Who knew that reading something as simple as "I Am Worthy" on his bedroom door every morning could make a difference in his outlook for the day? He sure didn't.

But maybe Dream being the source of the idea made her feel a little present within each of his notes, believing in him just as much as he was encouraging himself.

Dream specifically offered the idea of writing down kind compliments for himself. There were also reminders and encouragements for daily tasks, saved for the heavier days where such chores often felt impossible or pointless. Now one particular note near his comb encourages him to brush his mane each day because otherwise, he'll deal with knots that resemble a pile of tangled earbud cords - or worst...Astral Dusk's spikes - and risk shaving it all off in frustration (Monochrome would have a field day).

Anyway, that aside, the note on Dream's towel closet reminds him of that sort of encouragement:

"Because a hot shower organizes thoughts and helps warm the soul!" it motivates, in curvy writing that he definitely recognizes as Dream's.

It shouldn't be a surprise that Dreamaria would practice her own suggestions, maybe to test the effectiveness for herself; but at the same time, how effective could testing it be? In his friend's case it felt hilariously redundant, like a mere flashlight's beam merging in with an already blinding sunray of optimism. Or...something. He's not as poetic with words and comparisons as Eventide.

Point is, the living embodiment of positivity just setting up more positive inspiration for her "future self" is incredibly funny to him and wholesomely endearing.

Skychaser backs his way into the middle of her living room, bumping up near Dream's couch there, and gives the room a good squint - and to his delight, his eye catches the pastel colors of more sticky notes dotting the mare's kitchen.

Well, at least he has something to distract himself with while he waits on Dream Flow. And if there's anypony he'd love to read some encouraging wisdom from, it'd have to be the counselor herself.

So he starts at one end and slowly saunters through her kitchen space, from one note to the next, feeling his grin and amusement growing with each one.

"Because an uncluttered sink helps with an uncluttered mind!" a pink note above her sink declares, where a few glasses and plates have been left to sit.

"Use me! Because you've come so far as a cook, and I exist for a reason!" the green note on her spotless stovetop-oven all but shouts.

"Because your body deserves nourishment, and Uncle wants you to eat well. Don't forget to keep a full fridge!" one blue sticky note insists on her refrigerator. Skychaser slyly opens the freezer door to better gauge the sorts of things his friend prefers to indulge in, for the noble cause of future birthday bashes (he genuinely half expects a compartment full of ice cream). His eyebrows fly up when he sees it's empty besides a tray of ice cubes.

'She REALLY must have gone out for some serious grocery shopping, geez...'

Now that he thinks about it, it's curious, really. Because while Dream's session on the notes had been held a month ago, Skychaser had visited just a week before and he's certain these little reminders hadn't been present that day. But the folded corners and slight creases on the notes suggest that they aren't recent either...?

Huh. Weird.

Sky hears the rain audibly thrum harder on the roof. He glances at the door, then at the time on her microwave.

6:42. Still no Dreamaria.

Hooves clacking across the tiles, Skychaser turns to leave the kitchen. In an effort to set aside his uncertainty, he considers what distractions he could find on Dream's T.V. That is until he finds himself pausing by the kitchen island.

Skychaser now notices that amongst a clutter of unopened mail envelopes, a single letter has been left out. Were it not for the rather official-looking white and blue mailer with a broken gold wax seal, or the fancy thick yellow parchment of the letter itself, Skychaser would have overlooked it.

He fights with himself, eyes flicking back and forth between the rest of the living room and the strange letter just...laying there.

...his need for answers wins over. Because surely a small glimpse and the quickest skim just to understand the subject of such an out-of-place letter couldn't hurt. It just may be the very clue he's been seeking as to the whereabouts of his friend.

'An emergency', his mind supplies nervously again, the feeling intensifying when he picks out on the envelope's face that the mailing address is from Reinsford; Dreamaria's hometown.

'Yeah, that's not comforting...'

So sure enough, he sets his now-folded towel onto the counter and leans over the parchment, giving the sentences a quick once-over. He searches for names, keywords, the last line of the letter-

He stops.

He reads the last line again. Then a third time, his eyes widening with each reread.

'Hold the fuck on, am I-?'

Sky swoops the letter up into his wings. He squints harder, darting his orange irises back to the beginning. Because maybe context would confirm whether he's crazy or he just read what he thinks he just read.

"Dear Madam Dreamaria Flow,

I hope this package and its contents have found you in good health.

It has been a lengthy two years since your departure from our beloved coasts. Your absence has been profoundly felt by your fellow residents and myself, even to this very day.

While I would not dare to take up more of your time than necessary, I first wish to extend my deepest apologies for not reaching out to you sooner. Your uncle has shared a tale or two of your exploits in Ponyville, and though I am sure you have found success and a great sense of fulfillment in your new career - a hearty congratulations to you, may I add! - I have felt that a hefty debt was left unpaid the day you left this town.

It is only right that I follow through on my word. It took some time, but after vowing to properly reward you for your unforgettable deed, I am happy to announce that I have made great use of my authority to finally deliver:"

Halfway through the letter, the storm outside gives another bright flash of lightning, followed seconds later by a booming crack of thunder that almost shakes the air. A barely present corner of his mind registers something...slightly different about it; like a subtle sparking undercurrent of sound had joined in for just a second. But right now he's focused on this letter, too immersed in speed-reading the sentences to consider it as anything but a one-off:

"Enclosed is your very own Reinsford-sanctioned Certification of Arcane Excellence. Please do brandish this certificate with pride as a prior member of Reinsford's community. I believe such high credentials could prove useful and bode well if presented and proven to Princess Twilight Sparkle herself.

While losing someone as gifted and valuable as yourself thoroughly saddens us, we are quite pleased knowing our talented Dreamaria is still putting her skills to good use.

Remember that this town will always be your home. It has been far too long since we have last seen you. Never hesitate to visit, and if anything goes wrong, know that we will gladly welcome you back with open arms."

And then finally, he reaches that line again. Except he isn't sure if context has at all changed the amount of bewilderment and awe his discovery has brought him.

"Nonetheless, Reinsford will continue to miss its - official, as of this letter - dear Wizard, and its citizens whole-heartedly wish you well with your personal endeavors.

With gratitude, Mayor Bight"

A thunderclap of merciless lightning shatters the sky, and in that very instant, darkness falls around him.

The blackout startles Skychaser enough that he drops the letter and braces against the kitchen island with a soft yelp. He's thankful that the nearby streetlamp is managing to stream in just enough light through the windows to allow him the vaguest visual of his surroundings; shapes and desaturated colors and shadows, more than anything.

But now there is an eerie, deafening silence, with the background whirring of every appliance coming to a complete hush. The rain, the slightest shifts of his body, and his breath are suddenly much louder, almost reverberating through the room.

Whatever sense of confusion and wonder over Dream's letter has momentarily fizzled out, replaced by goosebumps and an immense sense of vulnerability. He feels small and uneasy - a single breathing body in an expanse of black and greys.

'Maybe I've uh...outstayed my welcome... If preening in your friend's empty house is weird, standing around for them in the darkness of their home may deserve a restraining order.'

He'll just have to table his questions and intrigue for another day, as exasperating as it is to have even fewer answers now than before.

For the sake of his boggled mind, he settles that Dream is out shopping. Or doing awesome-secret-wizard-shit, if this letter and her disappearance aren't just some strange, elaborate prank Dreamaria has set up just for him. Unlikely, yeah, but he's also learned that Dream Flow is pretty up there in terms of surprise factor.

Maybe he'll see enough faces on his way back to the Sanctuary to ask around about his friend. But before that, if he wants to even make that journey, he decides that a borrowed umbrella might be a good idea right about now. Or ooh, a cute, tiny raincoat he can drape over his head as he elegantly races through the streets before ducking underneath an awning and meeting his soulmate? Surely Dream had one or the other around somewhere.

The attempt to lighten his own mood somewhat works as he's able to blindly locate her letter, replace it on the counter, and urge himself forward through the low lit room. The air has been quick to drop temperature without its heating unit, only adding to the strangely oppressive atmosphere.

Thankfully the street light bounces off of the far wall - the one he had previously borrowed his towel from - preventing him from running face-first into it. If he's remembering right, and he traces the wall towards those curving stairs in the back corner...

The wall stops short. Tucked into the large alcove that follows, he finds his sought-after mystery door right near the foot of the stairs.

While aware of its existence, he admittedly has never seen the room's interior nor ever had a reason to check it out. He's only ever assumed it to be some sort of coat closet, so naturally, any form of raincoat or umbrella would surely be stored within. Most likely??

But as he steps up to the door, all too ready to prepare for his leave, he yet again is brought to a halt. He makes out a familiar small square shape in this shadowed corner of the house, attached to the door a little higher than the usual eye level.

'Oh. Even here?'

He almost chooses to ignore the sticky note with his priorities at hoof. But something about it draws his eye - and he realizes that, even in this lighting, he can faintly make out words. It's due to the writing itself, displaying neat and meticulous letters, as opposed to the other affirmations that were more hastily scrawled.

'"Because"..."you"...?'

Sky has to lean in until the bridge of his scrunched muzzle is just inches away from the note. His eyes have adjusted to the dark, so he's able to read the bleeding inky words:

"Because you'll prove them wrong."

.....

Skychaser allows himself a moment to give the note a good, long stare.

Maybe it's due to his current circumstances: the storm, the week of Nightmare Night, Dream's absence, standing alone inside a dark, deathly still building on a cold November eve. But the sharp change in tone from Dreamaria's previous notes definitely forces Sky to acknowledge just how unsettled he feels.

One step back and he's boring his visible eye into the closet door before him. That eye then falls to its silver door handle.

...this....is a closet that he just found that note on. Right?

Sky very quietly, very weakly laughs to himself. He moves to turn the handle before he can overthink it.

'Maybe this is where Dream keeps all the dead bodies.' he jests, pushing the door open a sliver.

It creaks under his hesitant grasp. With that crack, Sky notices a light source within, out of sight, in a room bigger than he honestly pictured; faint. Orange. ...pulsating?

BANG!

Sky releases an indecipherable shout right as the door in his grasp SLAMS back in place in one explosive movement. He stumbles backward but he doesn't get far, because in a whirlwind there are glowing blue lights flying around him in literal ribbons, erupting from the floor, grabbing him, coiling around him so rapidly that he doesn't get a chance to even unfurl his wings as he rears up, because now they're being tied to his back and his forelegs are bound up securely against his chest-

He's lifted, hoisted right off the ground and jostled about in the process of being turned. At this point he's stopped thrashing and has kept his eyes squeezed shut and his teeth painfully clenched. Upon the movements stopping, he cracks his eyes open to look down at himself.

Instead, his irises flash to his lower left, where the end of one ethereal ribbon is gradually creeping around his neck without actual contact: a silent threat. He can't control the pitifully strangled noise he lets out, desperately leaning his head as far away as possible, which isn't far at all.

'What the fuck, what the FUCK, I WAS FUCKING JOKING-'

He would be breaking down into hysterical laughter right about now if he wasn't so shaken. The only reason he hasn't entered a full-blown panic is that the ribbons have completely ceased their motions, and while tight, it's not enough to restrict his breathing. He's fine. He's okay.

Look at him. Those positive thinking exercises have been working...haha. ...coping with humor at a time like this probably isn't the healthiest, though, even if it's working to keep his sanity intact.

Maybe it's not fully hitting him. It all feels too unreal, like some realistic fever dream-

Violently swishing fabric rolls through his ears next, too pitched and harsh to be born from his imagination. Skychaser jolts, because in a single blink, the safe beams of the streetlight filtering in from each of the house's windows have been cruelly snuffed out. The curtains have all been pulled shut in one sweep. He's been left in true, absolute pitch darkness.

And then he sees it.

A set of white, glowing pinpricks of light, waiting in the shadows straight ahead.

Staring right back.

Watching him. Sky registers that this is real.

Body and throat seized up in terror, he doesn't even scream. He can't find his voice, only listening to his own labored breathing while those two glows eerily sway and grow closer. He catches the sound of slow, careful steps. Hoofclacks.

As his mind processes, the glowing orbs stop just outside of the light from his radiant restraints.

And they speak.

"...state your business."

The voice is low. Soft and husky, yet it carries in the quiet amongst a backdrop of rain. It's formal, frigid, and completely foreign to him.

Skychaser shivers.

"I-I..." he struggles out, his own voice hoarse but miraculously coherent despite his scrambled brain. "I was...l-looking-"

He snaps his mouth close when he hears a sharp inhale in front of him. It's followed by a much gentler, far more familiar tone.

"...Skychaser?"

Sky's eyes bug open, only for him to cringe away when a flash of light nearly blinds him. He blinks against it anyway, urging his pupils to focus in on-

Dream Flow.

The tip of her horn is illuminated with a small beacon of magical light - a beacon that closely resembles whatever the hell she's done to her pupils, filled at the centers with the very pinpricks of white that had shaken him previously.

The unicorn looks thoroughly dumbfounded. Wide-eyed, mouth open, head pulled back. When she seemingly confirms his identity for herself, her eyebrows knot even further.

"...you're...my intruder?" she slowly sounds out. "How did you...why are you here?"

Sky's remaining brain cell has long fizzled out by now, so he sputters at first before he exclaims back;

"Me?? I came here looking for you! You didn't show for our sauna meet! Where in Equestria have you been?!"

Cogs seem to turn in his friend's head for a few seconds before realization settles in.

"Oh." She murmurs, blinking owlishly at him. "That...yes. You're right. I...oh..."

More beats of silence pass. Sky shifts uncomfortably in the ribbons' grasp. Before he can even ask, the motion has Dream breaking out of her stupor. As if just realizing the state he's in, dismay flickers across her face. And yet she lets out a laugh, one he can only describe as stressed in this context.

"Oh Celestia, what a horrible...horrible misunderstanding!"

With a blue spark of her horn, Skychaser watches as the magical ribbons begin to shimmer and dissolve away, gently lowering him down as they do. He turns his head about at the rather pretty display, with sparkles left behind in the spell's wake before those dissolve in thin air too. Skychaser doesn't get to admire for long as he clumsily has to catch himself with his front hooves those final few inches to the floor.

He shoots her a perplexed look, but he doesn't think she sees it, because she's too busy aiming a secondary laugh at the floor. In his gut, he has the distinct impression that she doesn't actually find this humorous. Not with the way her shoulders have gone rigid.

"I am...so terribly sorry, Skychaser. I genuinely thought someone had broken into my house and...well, I was prepared for a confrontation!"

"I noticed!" he wheezes out, half-exasperated, half-jokingly. "You also look ready to shoot lasers out of your eyes, and I nearly peed myself because of it."

Dream winces, then squeezes her eyes and sets her horn sparking blue again. When she reopens them - thank God - her actual pupils have returned. The spectrum of colors in them are discernable again too - downcast, he discovers that the azure in her irises appears more pronounced. Or maybe it's the low lighting.

"They say intimidation leaves an impression," she quips, the corner of her mouth barely quirking up. She's still not looking at him. "Guess it worked, huh?"

Sky mouth pulls down into a deep frown, his gaze roaming over his friend. Dream's blue mane is unusually unkempt from what he's used to. The mare's form hasn't even moved an inch from its tight, almost closed off stance in the past minute or two - a significant contrast to the conversational cadence of her voice.

He doesn't think he's ever seen Dream so...physically withdrawn before. In a way, it was understandable in the aftermath of what's looking more and more like one very awkward, very startling mix-up. But it's also not like she hurt him.

"Hey, Dreamers, it's okay. You freaked me out, sure, but I'm WAY more relieved to see you. I was starting to think something serious happened."

Shortly afterward, Dream finally meets his eye, but only to offer a sad smile.

"I apologize for that! It seems I just..."

"Overslept?" Sky grins humorously, only to pause when Dream's expression dips into guilty. "Wait what?"

"I'd only meant to close my eyes for an hour or two at most-" she confesses, glancing up towards her stairs. "-and take a short rest before meeting up. But the murky weather must have lulled me." A chuckle bubbles out of her and she shakes her head. "I think my sleepy haze made me forget everything else once a 'threat' entered the picture. But that's no excuse. I won't let something this careless happen again, I promise."

Sky rubs his forehead. Not because he has a headache, but because the small puzzle pieces he now possesses are struggling to mash together. "So...you were actually upstairs? This whole time?"

Dream nods. "Yes, I woke up when..." Her eyes trail over towards the front door.

She goes quiet. Almost as soon as that answer fades out, another question begins. "....Sky, how did you get in anyway?"

"Your door was unlocked...?" he provides, letting the question in his tone voice his own confusion. "Which I thought was weird."

Dream answers with a short, disbelieving laugh. "Oh wowy! Seems I didn't lock it behind me when I got the mail today..." she breathes out a sigh. "I'm glad you got out of the storm, but I'll need to be more mindful."

Mail.

An opening presents itself to him. A way to find answers and ease tension, he hopes, as his buried intrigue and curiosity rises from the depths.

"Hey, don't sweat it! But I gotta say...that was a preeetty cool trick you did back there," A knowing grin spreads across his face, and he leans his head forward with a conspirational whisper. "Miss Wizard~"

Dreamaria doesn't respond right away. It takes her one steady beat before she slowly turns her head back towards him.

A blank stare greets him.

"...what?"

"You're a Wizard, Dreamy!" he chirps, bouncing between his hooves. "Congratulations! Even I couldn't believe it when I spotted your letter, but all that fancy-shmancy magic you did sure confirms it." He taps his hoof to his chin, humming playfully. "It sounds like you've had a bunch of snazzy spells up your sleeve for a while! Why'd you never-"

He's so lost in his giddy mental world of excitement and thrill that he almost misses the way Dream stiffens. Almost.

Because her smiles are gone now.

"You...read my letter."

It's less of a question and more a statement she's allowing to sink in. Caught off guard by her abrupt monotonous tone, he finds himself self-conscious in his reply.

"Yeah it was...lying on the counter, and I thought it could be a...clue...but um..."

With each word, Sky begins to recognize the breach of privacy he had committed and how weak of an excuse he really had to snoop on a clearly personal letter. Even if it felt justified at the time. It's his turn to wince guiltily. "Yeah no that...sounds pretty bad actually."

Dream doesn't react, gazing back vacantly in a way she's never done before. It makes him retract a hoof, an uncomfortable knot forming in his stomach. "...Dream?"

She inhales, almost painstakingly slow and deep. The breath is held for a few seconds longer.

Then, after an exhale that's just as prolonged, the smallest smile ghosts across her muzzle.

"I see. You were worried and it just kind of happened. Right? I'm the one who left it out and created this whole mess. So really, it's my own fault."

What? Sky insistently shakes his head. "No way, it's your house. I should've held off...I'm sorry."

Dream reaches out to touch his shoulder, smiling sweetly. "Apology accepted! What's done is done, eh~?"

Uncertainty lingers despite himself; to think he managed to elicit that response, out of Dream, which made it undeniably that much more nervewracking. Regardless, Skychaser wills himself to relax.

How Dream can consistently be that quick to forgive will remain out of his realm of understanding. Good thing, too...he didn't think he could handle impairing one of his most cherished friendships all because of his own ever-present idiocy.

"...can I ask...??"

Sky's a little dubious on where to put his footing down from here, but he trusts Dream enough to be forthright with him about where her lines lie. Thankfully the corners of the mare's eyes crinkle back cordially.

"Yes, Sky?" she invites.

"...does that mean you're like that one guy?" He leans back in, side-mumbling to her. "Star Whirl the Bearded or whatever-"

Dream laughs, loud and hearty. "OH, heavens no! Starswirl was an arcane prodigy. I'm nothing like that." Dream Flow turns away from Sky to walk towards her front door. Curious, Skychaser follows after her. "In fact, despite what that letter claims, I'm not a Wizard."

"What?" Sky laughs out, shooting the back of her head a doubtful raise of his brow. "But they gave you-"

She smiles back at him over her shoulder, serenely closing her eyes and shaking her head.

"I'm not a Wizard. Being a Wizard suggests that I'm some grand expert who plays with different fields of magic for a living! I'm just an Emotion Counselor who happens to have some extra prior study on the side." For some reason she begins to glide an absentminded hoof against the carved wood of the doorframe. "Reinsford legally naming me their pet Wizard doesn't change that."

...pet? "Now excuse me for a second!" Dream says, aiming her horn towards the entrance. "I really need to reset this before the mental buzzing gives me a headache."

Her horn illuminates - an odd mismatch of bright blue with tinges of her magic's usual orange - and Skychaser gapes as the unassuming decorative markings carved into the door's wooden frame begin to light up brightly, one by one, until it's covered with these glowing elaborate lines and shapes completely unfamiliar to the pegasus. Dream turns back to him, coaxing him with a nudge of her head towards the display.

"If you don't mind, Skychaser, could you please touch one of these runes? If I add in your magic signature, we won't have to worry about another silly mishap."

Sky has literally no idea what any of that means. But Dream looks composed and attentive, so he follows her instructions. This "rune" he touches brightens, casting a warm halo of white light around his hoof. Then it all fades away, dimming the room back to just Dreamaria's light spell.

He glimpses at the unicorn and takes in the unexpectedly soft way she's looking at him.

"...thank you for trusting me." She expresses with warmth, placing a hoof over her chest in some form of relief.

"I mean yeah, always, but that was...?"

Dream perks up. There's a playfulness to her demeanor as she casually shrugs.

"A magical alarm. Just in casies. You activated my runes when you walked in," she giggles. "That's what alerted me and woke me up! But now that I've included you into the formula, you're my trusted exception. No more false alarms if something like this manages to happen again."

Okay. Sky's mind is officially boggled.

"Wait, so you're over here trying to convince me that you're NOT a Wizard-" He gestures incredulously at the door. "But you can do crazy shit like that?!"

Her ears twitch back, enough to catch his attention. Just like that, she's back to averting her gaze.

"Ah...this isn't as complicated as it looks, actually!" Dream defends cheerfully, strain returning to the smile she's wearing. "The initial set up was more tedious if anything. But I appreciate the compliment!"

With that, she strides away from the front door and back into the house, presumably towards her kitchen. However, her attitude regarding the subject bugs him. It's not like he knows much about unicorn history and titles and whatnot, but still...

"I thought being called a Wizard would be like...the highest honor for a unicorn or something." He scratches his head, a little embarrassed over his own lack of knowledge. "So I guess I'm not getting why you're..."

"Being called a wizard is a compliment to a unicorn's abilities." Dream supplies for him, slowing her gait to a halt. She turns her head without facing him, choosing to speak into the air instead. "Being named a Wizard is different...just something silly they began labeling me one day." More jovial laughter shakes her shoulders. "It was a little much! So Ponyville became my home of choice."

Despite her light-hearted, almost whimsical tone, Sky's ability to read body language doesn't fail him. He sees tension retake her frame.

"So you don't want to be one." Sky notes with a frown, eyebrows pulled back. Hooves clacking against the hardwood floor, he stops just beside her to brush a soothing wing against her shoulder; something he realizes he's never had to do, because comfort has only ever been given the other way around. "Too much pressure?" He prompts quietly.

Dream Flow is staring off, a distant look on her face. There's a slight shift to her jaw.

"I...don't have time to..."

She's deep in thought. Contemplative. Choosing her words carefully as she lowers her head to one side.

"...humor their fantasy of me."

A tense silence follows, along with a creeping feeling of personal familiarity. Sky tries to work a response through his mind, but he doesn't get enough time to when Dream's gently pushing his wing away and beaming up at him. "But never mind that. This weather must be doing things to me. It's not like me to put a damper on the mood! I've never been the biggest fan of rain."

"It's not a damper..." Sky tries, because really, when has Dream ever opened up to him like this? It's never even crossed his mind that she even had things to open up about, as stupid as that was.

But it's clear to him that Dream's finished, with the way she holds up a hoof and how the curve of her lips eases. "I wouldn't want anypony getting the wrong idea about me here either, actually. So I hope we can keep this between us? No more ‘Dream the Magical Wizard'?"

Dream drops her pitch a few decimals just to exaggerate the title, and it's so out of the blue that it wins her a short laugh from him. "Of course." Sky answers without hesitation. If she's shared all she's willing to, enough to return to her usual self, he won't push it. That's how she's always been when it came to him, after all. "You're just 'Dreamers the Dork" to me."

A grin breaks across Dream's face at that. "I like that better, actually."

"Ooooh no, don't say that, or else I'll start greeting you like that. Everywhere we go."

Dream giggles and continues her trek to the kitchen with Sky in tow. He now sees that she's heading towards that little area directly beneath her stairway; a side room to her kitchen used for her laundry appliances.

...memory swears that the folding doors to this room were closed earlier.

"Okay, let's fix this..." she hums and steps into the crowded space, leaving Sky standing at the threshold. He never identified it until now, writing it off as some random metallic plate on the back wall, but Dream Flow snaps it open and reveals it to be a door to a breaker box.

Confused, he's about to stop what should've been a futile attempt at bringing back power, but just like that, Dream flicks the top-most switch and the house comes back to life around him. Light refills the room, the microwave lets out a beep of relief, and Sky meanwhile is whipping his head back and forth between the main room and Dream herself.

"Wait, I thought the storm took out the power, how did you??"

"Oh, no." Dream grins sheepishly, gesturing towards the circuit breaker behind her. "That was all me."

Oh, how the surprises never cease with her. When did she even get downstairs to pull this stunt on him?

Well, she could teleport. But even that made noise. How he never heard her even once is-

Oh. Thunder.

"This was...one elaborate plan, Dream."

"That's true. But when you've never lived alone before, you sort of...end up a little paranoid." Dream rubs her foreleg shyly. "I saw lights on downstairs, sensed someone I couldn't even see walking around, and had no clue what they wanted. Naturally I assumed a break-in, so I took the necessary precautions to keep safe and take action."

If Sky didn't feel bad earlier, he's certainly feeling it now.

"Damn...didn't mean to scare ya, sis."

"That goes for two of us..." Dream Flow sighs dramatically. "Causing fear in you...I'd never wish for that again."

"Hey, I'm just glad it wasn't anything paranormal!" Sky exclaims, backing up to let Dream join him in the actual kitchen. When she does, though, she turns her head towards her appliances.

"...oh. Well this is embarrassing." She says, looking straight at one of her sticky notes. "These were meant to be private, but wow does this explain why my 'intruder' was so entertained by my kitchen."

Skychaser snickers. "Hey, I for one appreciated your wise words. I think it's cute that you're messing around with affirmations yourself."

Speaking of...that reminds him.

"I was wondering, Dream," Sky motions his head back towards the very space their face-off had played out. "What's that room by the stairs? I thought it was a coat closet, but..."

He trails off, wondering if Dream will catch on.

"Oh, that? That's just my private study! I've stored a bunch of very personal memories from Reinsford in there." She smiles. "I take it you read my note. It's basically a little reminder for myself to keep moving forward."

Ah. Move on from a town of expectations? That made enough sense to him. And he sure was glad all of the wild threads tonight were finally ending with answers.

"And like everything else, I can only guess that creepy orange glow was you too?" he teases. "I only got a glimpse, but it definitely was a distraction before everything broke loose."

Dream doesn't say anything at first, as if waiting for him to continue or deliver some punch line. When he doesn't elaborate she gives him an inquiring eyebrow raise and a tilt of her head. "Wait, what glow?"

Sky stops. Just in case, he searches Dream's face, but she looks sincerely clueless.

"The...one inside the study?" He provides, hoping for any sign of recognition. "Something was glowing, but it was faint and I couldn't see anything."

Dream looks taken aback. Eyes darting sharply towards the door in question, she gives it one disbelieving look.

"'Glowing'...?" she whispers breathily, and the goosebumps that had long faded away are now returning to Skychaser's pelt. He blanches.

"Oh Gods it wasn't you..." Sky tugs at his hair and makes some sort of makeshift curtain to hide half of his face behind. "Oh Gods, what was that then?!"

Dream's multi-colored orbs snap back to him. "A-ah! Well-" her voice carries a slight tremor, one she catches and visibly swallows down (as if that'll hide how she's just as freaked out as he is, she's not fooling him). Then she laughs it off, giving him a playful grin. "It's probably not ghosts?"

"Probably?!"

"It's more likely some old runic project of mine! Responding to the electrical energy in the storm." She waves her hoof towards the ceiling. On cue, a rumble of thunder reaches them. "Elemental conversion and all!"

"Lady, I still don't get your magic talk, but if you say so..." He heaves out a breath. "Anything but ghosts...or dead bodies."

Dream gives him a quizzical look at that last comment, but apparently decides against asking. "Well hey! You know what'll lighten the mood?" Dream claps her hooves together, eyes glittering now. "The storm won't stop for another hour or two. So it's time for me to begin making it up to you, starting with a movie night! I still have popcorn in the cupboard and plenty of soda~"

Sky squints at her from behind his mane-wall.

"...'Dogs Don't Dance'?"

"A classic." Dream nods sagely.

"And you'll restock your dang empty freezer first thing?"

"Whoops...don't worry! I'll stop slacking and do that tomorrow~"

Skychaser carries himself to the DVD storage shelf her television sits on. It's thankfully on the literal opposite side of the room from Dream's private study, a place he's sure he'll now associate with tension and spooks after the events of the day. Keeping away is proobably for the best, especially right now. Because reassured or not, the pegasus doesn't think he'll be completely shaking off his jitters tonight. A scary movie would probably do him in at this point.

Dream must be experiencing something similar, because after tapping the popcorn setting on her microwave, he sees her lean against the counter and restlessly gaze off towards that very door behind him. Warding off any surprise demons with her magic stare, he hopes.

But enough jokes. He leaves Dream to it, turning his full undivided attention on the vital task of sifting through DVD cases and finding his favorite comfort movie of jiving animated dogs. They both probably need it.

_________________________________________________________ This...this is a dense chapter and I'm kind of living.

I'm so curious to know what theories and thoughts people have drawn from it, so don’t be afraid to hyper-analyze. Nothing brings me greater joy... I recently fell in love with a few different writing styles and decided to play around with it myself here! I had a lot of fun with it, HEHEH. These probably constitute a whole separate lore upload, but for now, below will be a list of headcanons on Wizards in Destinyverse! For those interested!

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Wizard/Sorcerer/Sorceress are all synonymous and are used based on preference. “Wizard” is the go-to gender-neutral term of the three.

The title of “Wizard” has altered throughout time. In pre-Equestrian days, when the Unicorns were all competing to understand magic and develop their power and prestige, the original Unicorn Royal Family were quick to employ the most powerful and innovative mages as advisors. These were the first Wizards - they were gifted high societal status and became the first nobles, whose wealthy descendants still live in the uppercrust of Canterlot to this day.

Thereafter, Wizardry became a profession that certified one’s expertise and allowed a unicorn to work alongside the most prestigious spellcasters and researchers (sometimes working for the crown, but not always). Aspiring Wizards then only earned their own title if they were lucky enough to have their talents acknowledged by the royal family (in the special case of the mighty prodigy Starswirl himself), or by the authority of an existing Wizard (ie. the sorcerer Clover the Clever, first student of Starswirl the Bearded).

After the three pony tribes integrated into one society (and the Unicorn Royal Family abdicated for the reign of Celestia and Luna), unicorns stepped up in villages all across Equestria to offer magical consultation and arcane services to their fellow ponies. From time to time, an especially studied specialist with a wide range of knowledge would prove their skill or accomplish an incredible feat; thus began the practice of local governments certifying their very own Village Wizard for townsfolk to go to for any magical needs. Not all Village Wizards dedicated themselves to one singular town; in fact, it was considered an honor for a village’s Wizard to proudly represent their town and aid others across Equestria.

The decline of spellcrafting and spellcasting over the centuries has led to Wizards being few and far between. The desire to pass down arcane knowledge still exists, as seen with Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns; so these days, only those with a thirst for knowledge (or even rarer, the desire to pursue arcane advancement) study magic. Even fewer who graduate Celestia's school have gone on to become Wizards, either becoming professors at the princess' school or private tutors of upper-class Canterlot.

The modern Wizard is now defined as a certified practitioner of multiple fields of magic who is consulted for arcane services and/or researches for the sake of arcane advancement. Famous present day Wizards include!

Mage Meadowbrook and Mistmane (both once designated sorceresses of their respective villages). Meadowbrook was the very first non-unicorn to become a mage, and then named Sorceress for her potion-making and item-enchantments.

Starlight Glimmer (sorceress; professor at Twilight’s School of Friendship and occasional aid for Uni-Tech)

Sunset Shimmer (sorceress; royal scientist; founder of Uni-Tech who works for societal advancements in magitech)

Sunburst escapes the definition by a thin hair, due to not being an actual spellcaster or crafter. But he is a valuable magic advisor with his keen mind, and a proud member of Uni-Tech.

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a-collection-of-villainous-aus · 4 years ago

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COFFEE SHOP AU PT 4

SEGMENT THREE of four cause it turned out segment three is so long I cant put it in one post XD

After Cruentus had left to make the tea, Hat curled back up onto the bed, was he as bad as Vincent…with his inability to ever truly let Acylius go?

Nuzzling against the pillow Flug used to lay his head on , Amadeus whimpered softly…no if his Acylius did not…could not love him in this new life, he would never make him do anything he didn’t want to do, he could never do what Vincent had done to Flug, ever.

Now that he was the one with power he knew one thing, he would protect Acylius from ever being hurt or harmed again, if someone so much as tried to he would destroy them without second thought.

Pulling the pillow to his chest he cuddled it closer, knowing he was down there, in the town in that little coffee shop, so close and yet so far away was far more heart wrenching than anyone could imagine, to have those eyes look at him and not recognise him…a small part of him wondered if he should be in his life again…after all he had been the final piece to fall into place to set in motion the events that would lead to Acylius’s death…

Oh he knew Acylius would tell him it was always meant to happen, that it wasn’t his fault…idiot man, he could have lived and left the Elderichts to rot…let him rot in the gutters with them, if all his kindness only ended up with him being killed for it…

Hat curled in tighter feeling the guilt of that thought twist in his gut, to think it was dishonouring all Lulu had fought for, all he’d done only had him curl up tighter, often he’d wished he’d been able to save him, be there just in time and be his hero…the irony of those words…yet being a hero…was not all what modern day society made it out to be with brightly coloured suits and pulling in fans…it was about doing the right thing and stepping up…as much as Acylius had his darkness…

In his own right, to the Elderichts…he was their hero, who kept his name quiet out of respect because it was what his stupid tree had wanted…if he’d had his way he’d have built a statue, had books written about him, the finest artists make portrait galleries out of him, made the universe aware of his existence, a proclamation of love for everyone to hear spoken across time and space…

But no…that was not his Doctor Flug; his Acylius whispered like the spring breeze through the blossom trees he loved so much only becoming a thunderous fearful storm when called for, he was absolutely ridiculous at times, daft as anything to when he was in the safety of his own home…he could not forget that first morning….

(Wavy scene and flash back music, shrugs I’m just like that and finally using an old ramble of mine <3) and I will let you know when the flash back ends ❤️

Hat looked himself over in the mirror, he’d straightened out his tie and suit, even though his ears were hidden under his top hat even brushed the fur on them, made sure he was as presentable as he could be, after all he did not know what half of these fancy contraptions laid out on his…was it his dressing table.

That idiot Legion Demon just came out of nowhere and was all here have a place to sleep, a room of your own, even though you’re in heat I won’t take advantage of you or even touch you, honestly what was he supposed to do with that, anyone else would have taken what they wanted and left him there.

Hat huffed, why was he so upset that Acylius…no no he couldn’t call him that, he was Doctor Flug, Legion Demon, a creature highly sought after, if he wasn’t careful about how he spoke to the demon he might push his luck too far and be kicked out, that would not exactly be something new but…this time…even if they’d just met yesterday, he found himself not wanting to leave.

He would do what he needed to do, to placate him, to sooth his temper if he had one, most of his kind liked sex after all right, he did too honestly but…when it was consensual, but he was not above doing what needed to be done to keep a roof over his head within reason…though he still couldn’t deny he was somewhat miffed Acylius had not come in last night and just taken him, at least he would have been one of the more attractive…

Who was he fooling, he found the Legion demon beautiful, and what was he?

(This is my story and I will have hat all dreamy about the tree like some romance novel if I want XD)

A short little thing that had crawled out of a heap…he knew he deserved more, that his kind should not be living such poor lives, to be used as food, as toys or experiments, but too many of them had accepted their fates and he’d agreed to leave knowing his determination of better to rise up would only cause them problems…and well they already had enough of those.

Black Hat looked over the room he’d been given, that bed was so soft he thought he might have sunk into it never to be seen again, the on suite bathroom filled with so many different bottles of this, that and the other left him overwhelmed, usually he’d had to share baths with those he’d stayed with.

Hands on the dressers edge, his claws digging lightly into the wood, this was his chance, his first real big chance to make his place be more than what he was, to prove to all these rich elitist snobs that you did not need to come from riches to belong, that everyone was equal when things were made even and equal.

Yes when he had his stand, he would show them but for now he was going to go downstairs and show the Legion demon the respect he no doubt felt he deserved, there was no possible way there was not a catch in all of this somewhere.

He went first to the kitchen, it was silent and well no one was around and the bin seemed to need changing, stuffed full of scraps of food...with the word recycle carved into it, well no one was there yet he could find himself a bite to eat out of it, it was unlikely Acylius or his butler would serve him anything but what came from here anyway right.

Lifting the lid he didn’t even flinch at the smell, he’d eaten from worse places after all, Black Hat had been about to reach a hand in when he heard someone clearing their throat at the door way, he froze, was this it the thing that would get him turned out now, he was only taking food no longer wanted…his fingers stretched then curled, hand falling back by his side and waited.

“Sir, if Acylius saw you eating from the bins it would upset him greatly…”

Cruentus walked up by his side briskly and shut the lid

“Why because I was stealing something no longer wanted?”

Hat returned looking up at Cruentus, his gaze defiant and shoulders drawn back, he was not ashamed of finding food where he could when he needed it.

“No, because the thought he’d let you starve or feel you would ever go without food here would mortify him.”

Hat blinked as he listened to the hellhounds sombre tone, well that was unexpected

“Oh and why is that?”

It looked as if the butler had wanted to tell but his maw was kept shut on the matter shaking his head

“That is not my story to tell, perhaps the master will tell you eventually himself…now what do you want for breakfast.”

“I doubt you would give me anything with bacon.”

Hat replied looking away…this place was odd indeed.

“Do you want it thick cut? Smoked or not? Crispy or not?”

Cruentus inquired walking past him again and tied on his apron

“Th-there’s more than one way to have it?” Hat answered completely lost at that answer

“I see, I will make you a whole selection then, I assure you the master would want you to be able to learn what you like, though be warned he might pinch a piece of the crispy bacon.”

Cruentus laughed setting out the frying pans.

Pinch a piece of food from someone else’s plate? A Legion demon would never do such a thing, not a high class creature like Doctor Flug, no…it wasn’t possib- and then he saw the tall, long legged demon entering the room, scratching at his head, wearing grey sweat pants and a jumper to match, looking nothing like the being he’d met yesterday, adorned with a five o clock shadow, his hair not even brushed and fluffy slippers.

Hat stood there, slack jawed as Acylius yawned, fangs bared a moment and then just looking sleepy but happy

“Good morning Black Hat, I trust you slept well?”

Damn it his voice was that deep soft rumbling gravel …he could have read him the phone book and his ears would have perked up just to listen to each soothing syllable that left those scarred lips.

(I described it once as being like James Spader’s voice you might know the voice of Ultron from age of ultron or Alucard from Hellsing)

Of course the first thing to come out of Hat’s mouth was not exactly the appropriate answer as he sputtered

“Is this!? I mean is this how you usually live?!”

Cruentus bit his lip; forcing back the laugh that swelled within his chest, ohhhh apparently this little creature was in for a wakeup call if Hat thought he was living with a snobby demon indeed!

Acylius looked at him then opened the cupboard pulling out something akin to the lucky charms cereal only in this world it had little devils and demons and pentagons all pastel coloured

“Not when I have certain guests over, after all some demons will not see you unless you put on airs, a display that you are high class, boring stuff really if you ask me.”

He shrugged pulling now the milk from the fridge and was about to drink from the carton

“Boy, what have I told you about doing that? Don’t make me tap your ears young man.”

Cruentus pointed the tongs at him that he used to turn the bacon in the pan, snapping them at him.

Acylius’s ears went down as he smiled sheepishly, cheeks tinting pink

“Sorry Papa, I know it’s a bad habit.”

Did Doctor Flug’s butler just reprimand him, was Flugs Butler his father….what the huh?

Hat shook his head, what in all of hell what going on, standing up straight he looked up at them

“I am a guest here you could at least treat me as such, I have done my best to be proper like the rich are and…”

Acylius loomed over him, looking much like those silhouette pictures you see in animations when they’re going for the threatening look

“Is this what you want Amadeus for me to look down on you, I do not take kindly to my guests, they know visiting me and one wrong word can put them in poor favour with me…”

His eyes glowed white there was not colour in them and in that mass of black his smile grew and grew, showing off bright white fangs thin and needle like, another one appeared and another all of them speaking as he prodded him

“IS this what you want Amadeus, for me to be the monster they expect me to be?”

Cruentus raised a brow, oh so Hat liked what he saw before him did he, it was pretty obvious with how transfixed he was.

Amadeus pulled off his hat and played with it in his hands letting it fall below the waist, doing his best to subtly hide something that showed he enjoyed seeing this darker side of Acylius, Cruentus of course only shook his head and continued on the bacon, oh lord he could see how this was going to go eventually anyway.

Acylius froze, cat ears, fluffy black cat ears …Amadeus had, he wanted to touch them so much, to run his claws over them and nuzzle into the soft fur, his display disappeared, back into the grey sweats and dishevelled hair, cereal and milk in his hands and then the softest look that made Hat want to reach out and touch his face and let him know everything would be alright.

“I am sorry if I frightened you Amadeus…but you are not a guest you are a housemate and I want you to know you can be relaxed here in this place in your home if you so wish it to be your home.”

He turned and went to sit at the table about to pour milk into the box of cereal when Cruentus placed a bowl and spoon in front of him

“Stop that I know you’re just trying to be this extra lazy to vex me.”

Cruentus chuckled tapping the top of his head

“Perhaps I am, but you like knowing I still want you to do little things for me now and again Papa.”

“What kind of Father would I be if I were not there for my son hmm?”

Cruentus answered affectionately before going off to serve up the bacon.

Hat, was still standing shifting on his feet.

“Can I sit to?”

Cruentus came along with the plate and literally picked hat up by the back of the neck right where he knew he’d turn into a kitten and curl up completely compliant

“Dumbass he said you’re a house mate you can sit whenever you want.”

He sat him on the seat across from Acylius and set the plate down

“Bon appetit Amadeus, being welcomed to stay in the home by Acylius is honestly a rare thing…very rare.”

“Cruentus, can you please not do that again, I abhor when that is done to me.”

Hat ground out between clenched teeth, hands balled up into fists and ears laid back, his hat sitting on his lap, the problem he’d had was now gone, placing his hat back on, he expected Cruentus to snap at him or punish him…after all he was still…a…a sewer rat to everyone who wasn’t one of his kind…there was no reason for these demons to treat him like he…mattered.

“My apologies Amadeus, I should not have been so forward in my actions, I will not do that again.”

Hat only grumbled and started munching on the bacon using his fingers to pick it up

“Fork, Amadeus and knife if you want to start appearing proper in front of polite company.”

“Yes sir.”

“My name is Acylius, not sir, master or Doctor Flug behind closed doors and out of the ears of others, I suppose if it makes you comfortable you can call me Flug if you do not feel on a first name basis with me.”

“Really, that is a little too personal do you not think Doctor Flug?”

Black Hat sneered, after all was that not the way of the rich, to act better, to be Impersonal.

“Honestly at this rate I will leave as your actions have been highly disappointing and not what I expected of a Legion demon such as yourself.”

Was he doing it right, was he acting like the higher class do?

The room fell silent, a fist hitting the table making the cutlery rattle

“Amadeus Black Hat, you will not talk to him like that, what are you going to do? Return to living in motel rooms, drifting from place to place to be used like a toy, the next house you go into you will not come out of…except through the sewers as faecal matter.”

Acylius placed a hand on Cruentus’s arm; his father huffed and turned away

“The higher ups out there, most of them couldn’t give two shit’s they would sooner kill you…if I had not arrived Amadeus when I did …it would literally be a matter of moments before their assassins ascended on you and left your corpse in the street…”

The legion demon poked at his cereal, it’d gone soggy now and honestly he’d lost his appetite

“I’ve assigned you as my being, by law and the ways of a Legion this means they cannot touch you but only when I am with you or Cruentus is with you…I promised myself I would never do that, but I know what you are trying to do and I have already been trying to help the cause.”

Hat’s breath stilled, those eyes the way they changed hues of blue fleeting through emotions, assigned himself, he’d already been helping what did that mean he would ask soon it was clear the doctor was not done

“Amadeus outside of this home I now belong to you in their eyes like a pedigree dog, it’s what they see Legion demons as, they must treat us at least with respect and some kindness if they do not want their fortune to fall, but in this home. I am what I have always been, Acylius Flug the Free Legion, those who are on our side will know this, but I am going to use my ridiculously high class to teach you to be a refined villain and to be like them if you so wish to be a monster.”

Ah so that was what assigned meant, to be his …good luck charm to be the reason the dice fell in his favour so to speak, he’d given up his freedom in a sense for him…

“Amadeus’s I would tell you to take your elbows off the table as it is considered rude but in this place I am going to live my life as I wish to, as I want to, I only want to run a quiet little coffee shop , perhaps find a partner and live a quieter life…”

Acylius leaned back and placed his feet on the table and Amadeus’s looked along the length of those legs, holy …they were long.

“How did you find me?”

Amadeus asked quietly.

Acylius pulled a cigarette from nowhere, his thumb lighting up with a blue flame to light it, it was not a thing humans could inhale, despite it‘s sweet lavender scent, scratching lightly at his stubble he took a drag and let the taste settle on his tongue and the warmth of the smoke swirl within his lungs before exhaling, they were also not toxic but used as a relaxant with nothing that could cause harm.

“You were not exactly subtle about your notions, you let too many of the wrong ears hear your plans, your thoughts about inequality, there is always a high caste group who will detest such on goings and try to keep what they consider balance, to them you’re dangerous Amadeus…the thought that could get your kind to rise up if they feel there is reason and hope to.”

He paused again to take another puff

“Your kind were not always in the sewers, but I have not uncovered much of your history but I see you as a kindred spirit, both wanting better for our kind, I do not expect you to help my cause, but I ask one thing, if you do become some great overlord that over throws them…free the Legions from the contracts they are bound to, let them always have free choice to leave if they so desire to…once bound we cannot be freed unless our assigned master allows it.”

“I give you my word Flug, if you can truly help me, and mean what you are offering I will do what you ask…and I…I am sorry, I have had the idea all high people were the same even in their homes I forget that even those who reign in gold palaces have hearts…and own personal problems…do you all hide behind those marble masks of cold in public?”

Hat replied, offering out a piece of bacon, after all Cruentus had said Acylius did like pinching off other people’s plates and it’d seemed the doctor had gone off his cereal, it was a crispy piece so far his favourite of the lot but he wanted to share it with him.

Hat’s heart raced as their finger tips came in contact and Acylius actually took the piece and thanked him for it before proceeding to munch on it happily

“Thank you Black Hat, I can only hope you will stand to that promise, I have willingly pledged my life to you…and to answer your question, most of them do not wear emotional masks they are just that up their own ass and that cold…perhaps you have seen me around before…”

With a wave of his hand his face was cleaned up and hair tidied as well as scars hidden away he pulled a face one would expect a cold creature to pull.

“Oh dear lord you’re the one Vincent would not stop going on about…I remember him constantly talking about you, literally has a shrine of you in his bedroom…he let me stay one night after I fixed his coat for him.”

“Bah that daft obsessed Rabbit demon, often I have thought of putting him in a racing track and letting hounds chase after him, I wonder how he would feel about me then.”

He let the illusion fade and returned back to his dishevelled state letting a ring of smoke drift Hat’s way, the angle he was at made it circle the rough top hat perfectly, his ears perked up

“Ahh yes there it is, your organization shall be called Black Hat Organization, Evil is our business, and business is good!”

With a flick of his wrist a white card stood between two finger tips, he tossed it to Amadeus who caught it and saw the image, a silhouette of a top hat and a black ring with the business name under it.

“Now before we start any kind of business I will need to train and guide you and awaken such powers within you, not even you could imagine.”

End of Flash back

End of segment three

THIS PART ENDED UP GETTING SO LONG I'LL HAVE TO MAKE A SEGMENT FOUR BUT IT'S ALL TYPED UP SO NO WAITING TIME ❤️

#acylius flug #Black hat #coffee shop au #past coffee shop #Present day #Paperhat #Cruentus #Villainous au #Omg so au ooc #❤️

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mysticsparklewings · 5 years ago

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Fire Flower

Note: I originally made this painting and typed most of the description towards the end of March. I meant to upload this sooner, but things happened it obviously got pushed way back. Oh gee, would you look at that. It has somehow been 8-9 months since I last made a full acrylic painting... But! I have a video for this one to make up for it! Link: youtu.be/8IgVvgTiZjM I promise I've been trying (and failing) to come up with ideas to do more with this medium. Acrylic paint just isn't my thing. I swear I said this somewhere before, but I have no idea where; It's just hard for me to commit to an acrylic painting when I know I can get the look I want usually much faster and much more easily with other supplies. Acrylic painting just takes so much more time, set up, and patience. This very painting I know I probably could've had done in half the time using primarily watercolor instead, for example. So why is this an acrylic painting instead of something quicker and easier? Because my dear Sparklers, I made this painting and filmed it as a bit of a blending demo for a friend. They tried their hand at an acrylic painting with a sky going from red to yellow...except they lost most of the yellow in the process, and even they weren't really sure how it happened. So since I'm in sort of an art teaching/mentoring position to them, I decided I'd pull out my paints and take a shot at a similar look. Now, to be fair, my end result is very different from their's intentionally. They painted a boat on the water during sunset, I wanted something different and more me, so after some browsing around on Pinterest, I settled on this flower silhouette. I made my own job harder because the reference image had a blue and orange background with lots of black, almost like a vignette, so once I got past the stage of putting the base background colors down, I had a lot more work cut out for myself in trying to replicate that. Speaking of which, you can see most of my process in the video, but a recap just in case: I started by picking out my paint colors, and to be fair I could've gotten away with less or slightly different colors, but I got extravagant and picked a total of nine colors from my Liquitex Basics set (also known as currently the only decent acrylic paints I have):

• Mars Black • Ivory Black • Titanium White • Cadmium Red Deep Hue • Cadmium Red Light Hue • Portrait Pink • Naples Yellow Hue • Cadmium Yellow Medium Hue • Primary Yellow Why the two blacks? Mars Black is a "denser" black so to speak, it's more opaque (less transparent/see-through). The Ivory Black is less opaque, and it's a bit warmer in color than the Mars black. I used the Mars black in areas where I wanted a total and complete black and the Ivory black where I wanted some of the colors from the background to leak through a bit. It's subtle, more of a "feeling" to the eye than something you can clearly see. Also, I used the Portrait Pink, which like the name implies is a very pink flesh tone, and the Naples Yellow Hue (think a shade similar to Yellow Ochre...or fancy Mustard if "yellow ochre" doesn't help you visualize) primarily for blending and not so much for the colors themselves. And the Cadmium Red Light Hue is much more of a reddish-orange in person than it is red, which is why I picked it. It's also pretty transparent (yellows and oranges often are in acrylic paints, especially more student grade ones like the Liquitex Basics) so it also got lost in the mix fairly easily and I had to build it up a lot. In the video, you can definitely see as I start that I do indeed do a lot of back and forth with the paints, blending and layering to my heart's content to try and get the right color balance while also getting a smooth transition. And this goes on for quite a while; the background was definitely the part that took the longest. Initially, I did sketch in a couple of lines as markers for roughly where I needed certain parts of the gradient to begin and end, and with the paints, I went in and got down the base of red and yellows so I could then start working on marrying the two together. And I have to admit, even I let my yellows get a bit lost/pushed down more so than I would've liked. It's a difficult balance to strike; red is already a strong color that easily overpowers yellow. It's even easier when the yellow and your transition colors are more transparent while the red is more opaque. And even more so when your painting has a vignette feel to it. But once I finally had something I was comfortable with and blocked in most of the black (which was a pain in the butt to blend out, by the way, as I'm sure is obvious by how much I go back and forth with it in the video, misusing a fluffy watercolor brush as a mop brush to blend), I then took my outline for the silhouette that I'd already prepared on another piece of paper and used a Faber Castell Gelato (first a gray, then later I'd use a black) on the back to be able to transfer it on the canvas by tracing it with a mechanical pencil with the point pushed in. Personally, I really do think the Gelatos are the best method I've tried for making faux-transfer paper. They're soft so they transfer the color without much fuss without making a powder smudge-y mess (like charcoal, chalk, or pastels might), and they're also water-soluble so they play nicely with the wetness of the acrylic paints, especially if you've thinned them with a bit of water. Then I got the lovely challenge of trying to paint and blend out a nice bright setting sun on top of the blackish mess I'd made. (It actually wasn't that bad; the Titanium White is pretty opaque so once it mixed with the yellow and I got a couple of layers on it really didn't have any problem covering the darkness that it had to.) After that, I transferred again some of my lines I'd covered up and then got to work on the black silhouette parts. I did have to alter the look slightly because I wasn't quite as careful with lining up the placement of my "transfer paper" that second time and also because the brush had different ideas about how much black should be in some places than I did, but it wasn't too much of a hassle. And then, of course, the real challenge of blending the black up to meet the silhouettes without completely covering up my sun or messing up my other blending. Although, this also wasn't as tricky as I had thought it would be. Ironically, I think by the time I got this far I was finally starting to get a handle on the acrylics after having been away from them for so long. Believe it or not, this tiny 4"x6" painting took well over two hours to complete. I had at least two hours of footage that I trimmed down and sped up like four times, and that doesn't include the dry time in between two background layers, the background and the sun, and then the sun and the silhouette. I'd say it was probably closer to 3 and 1/2 hours total, although technically longer because I kept getting interrupted by things and I had to figure out how to set up the camera and everything before I actually started painting. Once I was done with the painting, I also had to actually edit the thing together, which took many more hours than I bothered to document or care to admit. (P.S. Whoever decided all free video editors that don't come pre-installed on a computer either must have stupidly low export limits and/or super obnoxious watermarks, I hate you.) Yeah, there's a reason it's been almost a year since I last posted an actual video of me making art... It just takes so long to edit everything together and I also have to make an extra effort to get stuff set up before and after for filming...Like, maybe it would be different if I had the space and resources to have an area where I could just leave everything and have a camera set up that doesn't move, but right now when my space is limited and my phone is my camera it's just so much easier to...well, to not. At any rate, here's one. One acrylic painting, and one video. A two-for-one special! Sort of! And I think both turned out pretty okay in the end, at least for someone that 1. Doesn't acrylic paint and 2. Doesn't make videos regularly. I call that a win, wouldn't you? Although, I have a few canvases stockpiled. I really should work on trying to squeeze more acrylic paintings into my art regimen somewhere to use those up, if nothing else... ____ Artwork © me, MysticSparkleWings ____ Where to find me & my artwork: My Website | Commission Info + Prices | Ko-Fi | dA Print Shop | RedBubble | Twitter | Tumblr | Instagram

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avafaid · 6 years ago

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Hello! I was wondering what brushes you use? Especially the for the fluffy/fuzzy texture you do sometimes for animatics (know you prolly get asked this a lot and is sick if this question, but idk where to find the info, sorry)

Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever been asked about my brushes!I use Medibang’s pastel brush variety for animatics most often;

And, well… I compile all my frames in Windows Movie Maker like an ingrate daring to challenge god with my bare fists. I’m actually working on a video covering my animation process so hopefully that’ll drop soon.

#I appreciate this ask!#squidqa

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casualpastelgay · 6 years ago

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Title: All the Time in the World

Pairing: Zen(Hyun Ryu) x MC

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 3007

Type: Smut

Notes: This is my Zen fic from the @2019loveforallseasons project! It was really fun to be a part of and I met some really good people during my time involved. This fic is centered around Zen and some good ol’ summer lovin. Contains: body worship, oral sex, teasing, fingering, a bit of edging, and a lot of kissing. Enjoy!

The sun glimmered off the water; it soaked into your soul like an ethereal energy that words couldn’t explain. The wind, the calling seabirds, they spoke in a language that you felt only your heart could understand. Under your feet, white sand curled between your toes; the tracks behind you spun out in tracks of dance with your beloved boyfriend. He stood by you, holding your hand as you strolled down the beach.

“Zen,” You smiled up at him. “It’s beautiful here.”

“Not as beautiful as you, Princess.” Zen responded, sliding his sunglasses down his nose to wink at you as he pulled you closer. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder to hug you close, sighing happily. “You deserve a vacation with how hard you’ve been working.”

Zen had surprised you with a summer vacation to an extravagant beach. The resort was gorgeous, everything was gorgeous. The summer stars, the heat at night, the moon glimmering off the sea. You’d just arrived the night before, it felt like you belonged here. Part of you wanted to dive into the ocean, dragging Zen along with you. To transform into a mermaid with him and hide away from the slow reality of real life. Even living your life supporting a budding star, your budding star, moments like this were ones that you’d truly treasure.

“I think you’re more deserving of a vacation than I am.” You laughed as you wrapped an arm around Zen’s waist, leaning into him to smell the faint scent of cologne on his skin. He wore a thin white button down shirt, the buttons all undone, making it easier to absorb his being into your senses.

Zen nuzzled into your forehead, his lips brushing over your hairline. “I suppose it’s a good thing that we’re both here,” he whispered, the tip of his nose tracing down yours until his lips were pressed softly against your own. Zen’s lips tasted like the salt on the breeze and felt as hot as the burning sun.

He hummed into your shared kiss, his hands brushing against your hips as he pulled you into his chest. Your pastel sundress fluttered around you, making you feel like a butterfly landing on a flower to drink the nectar of love off Zen’s tongue. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, fingers weaving into his loose silvery hair. “I love you,” Zen spoke softly, echoing all your thoughts towards him in a romantic crescendo.

You had eaten an early dinner with Zen on the beach, a small table had been set up for the pair of you surrounded by luscious rose petals. The meal was one of the best you’d ever eaten, paired with a glass of fine champagne to celebrate a beautiful season. Zen had joked about preferring beer, wrinkling his nose at the fanciness, but you could tell he enjoyed himself.

The sun was just now beginning to set, purples, pinks, oranges, and blues melting together to form a picturesque landscape that melted into the sea on the horizon. Maybe the heat of your kiss was burning out the sun.

During your dinner Zen had whispered to you about how you looked good enough to eat, having fun making you blush in front of the waiter who came to refill your glass. His fingers felt like satin as they entwined with yours over the table, his smile as light as the warm sun. “Can I take you back to our room now?” he’d murmured, raising your hand to kiss it softly.

The urgency of Zen present kiss heightened, a low gasp building on his tongue. He loved you so much, and he expressed it with every action he’d taken and every word he’d told you since you got off the plane. If he planned to keep this up for the entire rest of your vacation you felt as though you’d melt if he even looked at you.

Zen pulled away from the kiss as it felt like it was reaching a peak, a tired blush across his features. “I wish I could have you now, but I suppose I can wait until we get to our room,” he teased, you could see the glimmer in his eyes even passed his sunglasses.

“Poor Zenny…” You gave him a fake pout as he laughed at the nickname you used on him.

He seemed reluctant as he stepped away, clasping your hand back in his as you continued to walk across the cooling sand. “If you tease me like that I’ll just want you more, you know?” Zen insisted, his pace seeming to quicken like he really meant it.

You smiled and kept pace with him, practically skipping with how happy you felt. It wasn’t often that you got time alone with your precious boyfriend. You both worked so often, finding even a full 24 hours that you could spend enjoying each other’s company was rare. Here, on a beach owned by the resort, you hadn’t seen any people since you had your shared dinner.

Zen had asked if you wanted to take the longer route back to the resort. Part of him regretted it now as he just wanted to hold you in his arms and sink into the fluffy mattress in your room. Sharing kisses and sweet nothings as time ticked away into the darkness of night. But for you, he would do anything you asked. You were his princess, after all.

“What do you want to do when we get back to our room?” Zen glanced at you, hoping you’d want to do something relaxing with him rather than explore the rest of the expansive resort.

You thought for a moment as Zen swung your arm, back and forth in time with the crashing of the waves. “We haven’t tried our bath yet.”

The resort you and Zen were housed at had suites with private open aired baths. You had gone out into the small outdoor area earlier, but there wasn’t time to take a dip. “Sounds like a good plan,” Zen hummed, almost prancing in excitement as he thought about how soft your skin would feel in the warm water.

The rest of your stroll along the beach relaxed your bodies and hearts and the atmosphere radiated with tenderness like the kind you shared between each other. Zen opened the door for you with a lavish bow, once again calling you princess. He paired your favored pet name with a wink as he removed his sunglasses and hung them in his breast pocket.

“Were you planning on wearing your swimsuit in the bath?” Zen ventured as you entered your suite together. Once again, hopeful for a specific answer. Though he’d love you the same in any answer.

You smiled and reached up to give him a peck on the cheek. “Why don’t you come find out for yourself?” you teased, trailing your fingertips down Zen’s abdomen before twirling away from him and speeding towards the sliding door that opened onto the baths.

Zen smirked at your retreating figure. Heat pooled inside him on the trail your fingertips had left on his body. He’d tried to reach out to catch you, to pull you into a smoldering kiss before you’d escaped him. Even with how confident he acted, you still caught him off-guard with just how cute you could be towards him.

You left the tinted glass doors open slightly behind you, waiting to hear Zen padding towards you. It surprised you that he hadn’t come in on your heels, he usually was almost pouncing on you whenever you initiated anything even vaguely sexual in nature, especially when you had so little time to be together.

“Let me do that, Princess.” Zen’s voice was warm against your ear as you started to pull off your sundress. His fingers laced through yours, his now bare chest pressing against your back.

You laughed, turning to face him. “I didn’t even hear yo-“ you started, interrupted by a hot kiss.

“I know.” Zen sighed, lifting your dress swiftly over your head. He only removed his lips from yours to completely remove the clothing item. “A wolf can always sneak up on his prey,” he teased, nibbling on your lower lip as you smirked at his reply.

You hadn’t seen where Zen had discarded his shirt, assuming he just let it drop to the floor inside your room. Zen’s lips travelled down your jaw, his fingers now behind your back, untying your swimsuit top. You let it slip off your shoulders, Zen tugged it to the floor.

“Beautiful, you’re beautiful,” Zen purred, leading you to walk backwards until you were against the wall. His luscious lips explored your neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive skin behind your ear to make you gasp. “Beautiful.” Zen continued to sing praises to you, the pure love on his voice making you tipsier than the champagne had.

“Zen, you’re the beautiful one in this relationship,” you sighed, jumping slightly when Zen’s thumbs brushed over your nipples.

“If you can still think that I’m more beautiful than you, I’m not doing a good enough job, am I, Princess?” Zen pulled his lips from your throat to look you in the eyes, his nose resting against yours. “You’re the most perfect thing I’ve ever had in my life, my family.” Zen kissed softly under each of your eyes once. “Can I ever convince you of your perfection?” Zen kneeled, his bright eyes only leaving yours when he kissed down the valley between your breasts.

Your heart hammered in your chest as Zen’s tongue flicked against your skin, tasting the heat of your body. “I think it would take a… A lot of convincing.” You breathed, arching your back as Zen tried to press you more firmly against the wall.

“We have all the time in the world.” Zen assured you, sucking light marks onto your skin, decorating you with his marks. “We should probably move to the baths now, unless you’d rather me finish you right here against this wall.” He teased, biting your shoulder softly before he stood again.

If you weren’t against the wall, you probably would’ve collapsed against his chest. His mouth was so talented even the simplest things he did with it made you breathless. “I think I’ll overheat…” you murmured, following him as he led you towards the edge of the bath.

“Hm? I don’t think that will get much better for you, Jagi~” Zen stepped into the bath, lowering himself until just his nose and eyes were above water. He was still wearing his swim shorts, you could tell even under the water that a bulge was building between his legs. “You stay up there, I’ll warm you up plenty.” Zen winked, moving closer to you as you sat on the edge of the bath. He looked like a shark stalking the seas, out for blood.

You were about to ask Zen what he meant, but kisses exploring your thighs shot the question into the back of your mind. “I think I’ll like that…” Your legs spread as Zen nibbled on your skin, slowly moving his lips closer to your swimsuit bottom, then pulling back, closer to your knees. “Zen.” You sighed his name in exasperation when he moved his lips further away from your center again.

Zen snorted a laugh into your thigh. “Demanding today, aren’t you, Princess?” Zen slid his wet hands up your thighs and massaged them lightly, encouraging you to open your legs wider. A shock went through you when Zen’s lips made contact with your heat through the layer of fabric. “Does that feel nice?” Zen nosed against your pubic bone as he tugged your swimsuit bottom with his fingers.

“Yes…” You huffed, glaring at him as he had the time of his life toying with you. You couldn’t say no to the cute face he pulled when he messed around with you. “Take them off, please.” You grunted, clutching the edges of the bath.

Zen stood in the water, moving to kiss you deeply as he blindly removed your swimsuit bottom. He flicked them across the partially outdoor area, then lazily sank back lower in the water. He did love your reactions to his teasing, but he loved the reactions you had to how he pleased you even more.

“Zen…” You whimpered, face reddening as his eyes scanned your naked figure. Part of you wanted to cover yourself, but you knew he’d never let you get away with being bashful in a moment like this.

Slowly, Zen rose to standing in the water. “Give me a chance to look at you, Jagi, it feels like it’s been months since I’ve seen you.” His lips tasted like salt and sweet summer tang when he kissed you again. Zen’s hands brushed down your body, making you shiver and press closer to him. They paused their travel at your thighs, one of his hands then promptly moving to the core between your thighs, brushing against you with his fingers almost as gently as his lips.

You moaned softly, rolling your hips against his fingers as much as your position would allow. “You’ve missed me a lot, haven’t you?” Zen teased, massaging your clit in circles as your head spun. You could feel his smirk against your lips before he drove his kiss deeper, his tongue slipping between your lips to tousle with your own.

How much he longed to make love to you until he wouldn’t forget a single inch of your body. Zen wanted to memorize every new curve and blemish that had appeared since he’d loved you last. He felt so guilty for not having the time to cherish you the way he wanted to, he swore to himself he’d make up for it on this vacation. No matter what it took.

Two slender fingers pressed inside you, spreading your walls. You clutched at Zen’s hair, panting as his mouth went to your neck. He left blooming pink flowers there, stimulating your burning skin as you fell deeper into the pits of unrelenting pleasure. Even with how gentle he was being, it sent you off to some pleasured place in your mind that even ecstasy couldn’t correctly name.

“How many times do you think I could make you cum with my fingers, Princess?” Zen breathed hotly against your skin, lifting his lips to nibble on your ear.

You groaned in response, reeling when he thrust his fingers more deeply inside you. “God, quit your teasing…”

Zen laughed, kissing you softly again. “But you’re so cute when you get teased~” He nibbled on your bottom lip. “You’re cute all the time. My precious Princess.”

After Zen had revised his statement, you wanted to retort… But his lips traveling down your throat, passing your breasts, his tongue drifting over your stomach… All your thoughts had stopped in their tracks.

He had pent you up so much with his fingers that the first kiss of his tongue to your clit made your body quake. “Fuck…” You groaned, fingers trembling as they tightened in Zen’s hair.

Zen had always been skilled with his lips and tongue, he suckled greedly at your entrance, licking up the juices that dripped from you relentlessly. “Finally, my dessert~”

If you hadn’t been so close to cumming, you would’ve laughed. All that came from your lips was a strangled moan.

Your hips rolled to grind against Zen’s tongue as he slipped it inside you to massage your walls. One of his warm hands held you in place as the other rubbed your clit. You were so close.

A final suck to your center is what did it for you, if Zen hadn’t been steadying you you probably would’ve fallen into the bath when your body arched. A cry of Zen’s name left your lips as you came against his waiting tongue. The greedy sucking noises that came from between your legs were almost too lewd for you to take.

“Damn, Princess.” Zen grunted appreciatively as he lapped his tongue against your inner thighs to taste as much of your sweet juices as he could. “You were really holding out, weren’t you?”

Zen raised his head slightly from the home between your thighs, his chin dripping from a mix of the bath water and your cum. Before your mind could stop buzzing from your release, he was kissing you again. You could taste yourself on his tongue.

You felt him press his bulge against your thigh as Zen you pulled you flush against his body. “I need you, Lovely.” Zen peppered softer kisses against your face as he easily lifted you, carrying you as he walked up the stairs to exit the outdoor bath.

He carried you back into your suite, his lips only leaving yours to fumble with opening and closing the door between the partially outdoor area and the indoor room. “I love you. So much.” Zen murmured, lightly setting you on the side of the bed.

Even after making you cum and aching with his own need, he could still keep his loving demeanor with ease. “I love you too, Zen.”

Hearing you say you loved him almost enough to break Zen’s resolve to pamper you tonight.

Zen picked up a towel with shaky hands, sensually drying off his body as he stared at you. Watching him, waiting for him. The pulsing in his swim shorts was becoming unbearable, but he didn’t want to risk you falling asleep in a damp bed. That could make you sick.

Once he was sufficiently dry he pounced forward, making you grunt in surprise when he knocked you back into the mattress. Zen freed himself from his shorts, eyeing you with a smirk as he kissed you for what could’ve been the thousandth time that night. “We have nobody to disrupt us tonight or this morning, my Princess.” He groaned against your lips as he pressed his member against your inner thigh. “I love you.”

“Are you ready for me?”

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summoner-kentauris · 6 years ago

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plotbunny zachfonse coffee shop au that im probably never going to finish but i thought you guys might enjoy it nonetheless!

It’s seven thirty one exactly on Monday morning, and Sharena runs into the café like hel on fire.

Alfonse stops wiping down the counter and does a double take. Sharena has a schedule, but it’s a very particular one. He’s never, ever seen her face before ten am, usually not until eleven-twenty, when she comes scattering in with at least one of her roommates in tow, grabbing a quick latte before grinning and bustling out of the door in a vain attempt to not be late to her eleven-fifteen class.

“Hiya!” she says loudly, and plunks her bag on the counter like it’s full of a ton of rocks. It makes a loud THUNK noise, and Alfonse winces.

“Oh, sorry,” she says, in a whisper that still manages to hover over the tranquil morning atmosphere in the shop.

“Are you late for something?” he asks suspiciously.

The somber girl standing beside and behind Sharena cracks a smile at that.

“Al!” Sharena exclaims. “I would never be late for a midterm.”

“Calculus-” the girl pipes up.

“That was one time-”

“Sharena!”he interrupts, and pats the air gently. This time, it’s Sharena wincing.

“Sorry,”she says again.

She’s certainly gotten herself worked up over whatever midterm this is, though, that wouldn’t be quite unusual. Still, Alfonse is having a hard time figuring out just what has inspired this early morning energetic panic. A study session too, if the weight of her bookbag is any indication. Looking at Sharena’s friend isn’t any help, either. Reese is hard to read on the best of days, and today she is sporting one of her many impassive stares.

“What class?” he asks.

“History.” They both answer immediately, simultaneously, with one unusually distraught groan each.

He’s a little taken aback. “I...thought you both liked your history class? What happened?”

Sharena wiggles a little and then settles into her we-ELL have I got some news posture, only to be interrupted by Reese throwing down some scattered coins onto the counter and grabbing Sharena’s arm.

“New professor, long story,” she says gruffly. “Let’s go Ray, we’re running low on time.”

“The usual?” he’s forced to call after them, as they wind their way to their favorite tall chairs at the corner table.

Reese waves her arm nonchalantly, and then they disappears into a haze of planning and papers.

He sighs, and breathes in, and takes stock of the returning calm quiet. Sharena and Reese are not the only ones swamped by paperwork this morning. All of Alfonse’s regulars are here today. Sitting outside today is the healer, a short nifl man whose light skin is splotchy red from the sunburn he got falling asleep out there yesterday. His godsawful shift at the hospital ends at six-thirty in the morning, and he originally had taken to pacing around on the sidewalk outside until opening like a lost puppy right up until the day Alfonse just shook his head and started letting him in. He’s deep into his third espresso and fourth newspaper. At the table on the other side of the door are the artist twins from down the street. They’re Askran, both with deep magenta hair. One keeps hers in a braid, the other keeps hers mostly cut off, and that’s about the only way to tell the two apart. That and a teeny little scar one of them has about her left purple eye. Alfonse is pretty sure they come from serious money, given he’s never seen them actually engage in making art, but they do talk nonstop about what they’ve bought. They’re signing energetically back and forth over an intimidatingly tall mountain of photographs. More than once, they’ve gotten too animated and knocked over their drinks. Alfonse wonders idly if he should go ahead re-drag out the supplies out for their long, complicated, terrifyingly expensive order.

Meanwhile, in the middle of the shop there are a few locals on laptops. Then in the front there is his friend Anna napping on her notebook next to a hot chocolate she never drinks. Her curly red ponytail in flopped over her face, and she’d be embarrassed if Alfonse ever told her she snores, just a little. It usually means she’s having...well, she calls them good dreams, but often they lead her to try implementing some hare-brained scheme for the shop. Smushed up with her nose metaphorically against the window is the Múspellian. She’s short, with deep, dark skin and pure orange hair that she keeps slicked back in the most severe and ‘i’m mature’ of ponytails. She’s too young to be from the college, and Alfonse has worried more than once about her. She never talks, though. Alfonse doesn’t even know her name. She came in once with a firefighters helmet though, and as soon as Sharena found out she immediately declared to a doubtful Alfonse that this meant the girl was a firefighter, or perhaps a firefighter intern, whatever such a thing may be.

And then of course in the back there is the new guy. New guy. New guy is tall and buff, intimidating and elegant. He’s got sunkissed skin that is a saturated medium brown, and the one time his large black and gold-rimmed sunglasses slipped he had underneath the most intriguing, defiant pair of eyes. One, a red color that, alarmingly, seemed to almost reflect and refract like a melted gem, the other a faint, rich gold. Alfonse has spent more time hoping New Guy’s glasses would slip again that he would like to admit, but he only hopes it because Alfonse can’t get a read on him otherwise. He doesn’t actually ever get anything other than water, but puts good coffee money in the tip jar. Other than a soft ‘good morning’ and precise pleases and thank yous, new guy doesn’t talk either, none of the Morning Regulars really ever do, but he, less than most. Unlike the other regulars, New Guy is composed in the mornings and completely free of the kinds of small tells and fidgeting details Alfonse would usually use to spin stories about his customers.

He has a routine, of course. He’s there’s every weekday promptly at 7:07, so Alfonse figures he’s taking the 7:05 aetherail into the city. Not only does he have the one Emblian red eye, but he’s also got Emblian hair, beautifully long, tantalizingly fluffy and pastel white. Yet despite the current diplomatic tension, he’s here, in Askr, five days a week. And unless he’s taking the hours-long commute from one country to another, he lives here. More contradictions, he dresses in an oddly formal, precise, businesswear that’s both charmingly antique and blisteringly modern, the kind of coldly fashionable style that is ragingly popular among the high-power suits-and-slacks businesspeople downtown. But, who has coffee uptown when he has to be downtown for work? And he has to disembark from the aetherail to boot, which means he’d have to take the metroway to continue, and everyone in the city takes the metroway from time to time, certainly, but in all the weeks he’s been coming here Alfonse has never seen the man so much as brush up against another person, dodging contact gracefully and subtly even when a collision seemed, to Alfonse’s practiced eye, inevitable…

Alfonse shakes his head and drags himself back to the present. Mystery man is a puzzle Alfonse shouldn’t be so focused on now, or really, ever. New guy has his water for the day, and his single large off-brand e-reader instead of his occasional neat stacks of paper, which means he’s busy, much like Alfonse should be. Midterms hadn’t snuck up on Alfonse, but Sharena’s arrival was a reminder that he needed to be at his most alert for the next few days.

He rolls the momentary tension out of his shoulders, finishes wiping down the counter, and then dives back into the daily work of keeping his little coffee shop running.

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heirs-of-prythian · 7 years ago

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Pretty Colourful!

Hi, guys! I am back with a one-shot! No this has nothing to do with Wanted: Lila, since my brain kinda refuses to let write it down, even if I know how it is going to end. But whatever, I now have for you a fluffy fic about Rhys and Art having some fun with paints together (and Feyre will show up at the end again)!

Word count: 3k

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It's midday on a wonderful summer day and three year old Artemas has woken up from his nap not long ago. After being fed some mashed potatoes, baby-carrots, peas and butter cookies for lunch, Art was cleaned up and brought into his room to play by his father.

For a toddler, Art has a really big room. The floor is mostly covered in midnight blue fluffy and soft carpets. One wall is painted completely dark blue and golden and white stars are dotted around in constellations. As well as the phases of the moon, in a circle directly above the bed, which is Art's favorite thing on that wall. Even the falling stars from Starfall are seen in their bright blue glowing glory in the right corner beside the bed. The other wall opposite is painted with mountains in different shades of blue, and the other two do look like forests in dark green, brown and black. The walls were, of course, painted by Feyre herself, when she was pregnant with Art.

The room has two floor-to-ceiling windows, which both lead out to the same big balcony. The glass doors are sealed shut with magic since Art has tried several times to jump down from the balcony. Both Feyre and Rhys don't want their little baby son doing that and getting hurt, not to killed since they highly doubt that a jump like that could kill him, with their baby having strong magic like that, but they aren't taking any chances. Now the blue curtains are open and the room is flooded with warm daylight.

The room has also three doors. The first one is next to the window on the right and leads into the hallway. The former black wooden door is now adorned with various colors in different forms. Some look like moons, stars, suns, shooting stars, flowers, even a hand print here and there, and some basic forms. This door isn't the only door that looks like this in Art's room. The other two painted doors are opposite the first door, but in the far two corners of the room. One leads into the rooms own bathroom and the other into the closet/storage room for Art's toys/Art's "secret" playroom.

Beside the doors, most of the furniture also have been painted on. The room has now a tiny bed, a nightstand, a big armchair, shelves upon shelves filled with various stuffed animals (who are all named, and sorted both alphabetically and from most favorite to least), a tiny desk with bookshelves around it and a massive bookshelf between the windows with a fast growing book collection of storybooks of all shapes and sizes.

Even the walls aren't save from the paint, one corner between window and door is known as Art's little atelier. The whole corner has been used as a canvas from floor to ceiling. A small shelf stores canvases, palettes, various containers of paint, brushes, sponges, colorful pencils, crayons, chalks, pastels, papers, and other art utensils. Art likes to imitate Feyre as much as possible, when it comes to painting and art in general.

Now father and son are sitting in the middle of the room at a colourfully painted tiny table. Which Art has demand like a spoilt little prince to have been brought from his playroom by his father. Art has meanwhile plopped himself onto the carpet and looked over his paints in his corner. When Rhys came back with the table and set it in front of his son, said son has looked up to him, pointed one finger at the corner and simply said "Paints." At which Rhys just had risen an eyebrow and didn't move. Art's brows creased at that, not used not being obeyed, but than his face cleared.

"Thank you, daddy. Can you please get some paints?" Art has said slowly and carefully to pronounce every word correctly. "You're welcome, little moon. Now was that so hard, Artemas?" Rhys smiled at the head shaking Art, and started to move to the "Ala" (Art's little atelier). "And of course, what colours do you want?" "Blue," it came from Art before Rhys even finished the question, "red, yellow, green, white and black."

After Rhys has grabbed the paints and settled beside his son, summing papers and paintbrushes, while opening the containers and scooping the colours on a palette.

Feyre had made sure that the paints are save for Art to eat, since even the Heir of Night is a normal baby and now toddler and puts almost anything in his mouth. So now Art can go wild with it.

Meanwhile Art looks excited at the colours, a big smile attached to his face. Grinning, Rhys ruffles Art's short black hair, looking forward as to what Art will paint.

"Thanks, daddy!" Art grins up to his father, a brush already in hand.

"For you, everything, little moon." Rhys says sincerely and moves his head down until their noses meet. Art's impossibly big grin widens even more. For a few seconds, neither of the two moves, but then Art goes in for the kill, Rhys is only a millisecond to slow.

"First!" Art cheers loudly, after he kissed his father's nose. Both start grinning at each other again and than dissolve into laughter.

Cauldron, he loves his son so much.

After the laughter died down, Art faced his paints and paper and started dipping the paintbrush into blue paint. Now concentrating on painting, Art ignores his father, who has slung an arm around him, and the world around him. He barely registers the kiss on his head by his father. Rhys smiles into his son's hair, as Art barely reacts to him.

Mother, when he is like this, he is so much like Feyre. It's so adorable.

But when Art is like this, there's isn't much to do, since Art will probably not move from his spot for some time. Being content with painting in peace, Art is completely distracted and has no desire to do anything else right now. It's like he is in his own world right now.

So Rhys is just happy with watching Art paint, listening to Art's mumbles, which most of the time make absolutely no sense at all, and looking out of the window at the Sidra. Since interaction with his son when he is in this state is practically nonexistent, Rhys doesn't even try. He also doesn't react when his son paints over the ends of the paper and onto the table. Art does it constantly and the table is full of paint because of that.

It's something Feyre does often as well, painting on something that isn't a canvas or papers, usually walls or furniture. And that shows to Rhys at least that his little moon is more like is mother than him, despite looking like him. And Rhys loves it.

It's been almost half an hour when Art gets bored painting with brushes. So Art puts the still covered in red paint brush down. Then without hesitation, Art puts his whole tiny hand into the palette, still mumbling to himself. Cold paint squishes between his fingers. He giggles at the feeling.

Art loves this feeling. Just the paint simply on his skin.

He didn't really paid attention into what colours he put his hand, so now blue and red are covering his hand, mixing slightly into purple. But Art doesn't care, so he just continues painting, starting a new story in his head, at least to him. To everyone else, Art's mumbling while he paints is mostly incoherent and nonsensical words mixed with words and sentences he knows. And for a three year old, Artemas knows a lot of words, courtesy mostly to his older cousins Cadan and Hemera. Who try to get him as up to speed with them as possible.

Rhys didn't even noticed that his son has gone from brush painting to finger painting. His hand is still on his mumbling son's back, who made no indication himself that something has changed. Rhys is absently drawing circles with his thumb on the tiny back and just stares almost vacantly out of the window, without really seeing anything, thinking on an slight issue with the Lords of Hewn City. Which he will take care of tomorrow. But in his head he is going over the issue and the solution he and Feyre came up with. And then is thoughts lead him into thinking of his beloved mate Feyre.

The High Lord of the Night Court is as lost to the world as the Heir of Night is.

But Rhys was abruptly thrown off his thoughts when he feels something cold and slick gliding across his right cheek. And a giggle follows the disappearance of the feeling. His son's giggle. Casting his head down, Rhys looks at his giggling and at his face pointing son. The palm of the hand that points at him is covered completely in paint. Red and blue are mixed into purple, while yellow almost completely disappeared into green, and white and black merged into various shades of grey. Non of the colours are dried yet, so the palm is glinting wetly.

The other hand is clean and is clutching Rhys' shirt to keep the laughing toddler upright. Whose giggling transformed into a full blown laugh.

"I don't think that that's so funny, little moon." Rhys says grinning, loving hearing his son laugh like that, even if it is apparently on his expense.

"Daddy, .... real ... pretty... now!" Art gasps out between laughing, not even bothering with sentence structures or the correct pronunciations of the words, causing him to say "Leal" and "pletty".

"Oh am I now?" Rhys asks amused, violet eyes glittering like stars. Art just nods while still laughing, not noticing his father's finger dipping into blue paint.

"How about I make you pretty?" Rhys asks as he taps his son's nose, painting it blue.

Art gasps and stops laughing, blinking at his father, who now laughs at his son's stunned face.

"Little moon, ... real.... pretty .. now." Laughing, Rhys imitates his son, also pronouncing it incorrectly.

Art crosses his arms, smearing paint into his blue shirt, and pouts at his laughing father. But then he has an idea. Uncrossing his arms, turns to his father, who has calmed down and is facing the ceiling, eyes closed and grinning widely. Tugging at his father's shirt and a "Daddy", Art gets the wanted attention from his father. Rhys hums and brushes strands of hair away from his son's face.

"I make you pretty!" Art explains or better demands, points from him to Rhys, "and you make me pretty!" The finger points first to Rhys than to Art again and than to the paints on the table. Throughout the demand, Rhys eyebrow has risen, but than he sighs and smiles.

"Okay, little moon, let's paint each other's faces." He obeys amused, already knowing that his stubborn son will not take an "no" for an answer, well at least not if it isn't satisfiedly explained to Art. And it does sound like a lot of fun.

Rhys needs to duck down a little so the blue-nosed toddler can reach him comfortably. So father and son start painting the face of the other.

They paint until no patch of skin is clean and untouched, covering their face in shades of blue, red, purple, yellow, green, orange, white, gray and black. Rhys has drown a white full moon, a yellow crescent moon and a red waning moon on little moon's forehead. Art has only put stars on his father's entire face, in all colours, all shapes and sizes overlapping and mixing together, only a few stars are still recognisable as such.

Satisfied, both father and son lean back, hands at hips, admiring their work with a critical eye, but than smiling widely, mirroring each other. Violet eyes meet blue-grey eyes. And both start laughing again.

"You are very ... very pretty now, Daddy!" Art wrings out between his laughter, hands clutching his stomach, smearing more paint into his shirt. The "r" is again a "l", except for the "are".

Cauldron, his little moon is so cute and wonderful.

Rhys was about to give his son the compliment back, but than they hear from downstairs a voice, shouting.

"I'm home, boys!"

"Mommy!" Art has straighten and stopped laughing, but now excited to see his mother. Getting to his feet, he has completely forgetting about his paint covered hands and face. But Rhys catches his arm as he was about to run out, stopping him completely. Art turns his face and sees a mischievous smile on his father's face that immediately gets his interest. Art is always up for some mischief.

"How about we show Mommy our new masterpieces, little moon?" Rhys whispers softly, the smile still on his face.

Art grins and than giggles, nodding, he puts his arms up, silently demanding to be picked up. Rhys stands and swoops up his son in one fluid move, not caring for the paint that Art smears on his shirt. With a little magic, Rhys makes the paint in their faces instantly dry, so they couldn't accidentally destroy their masterpieces. Going down the stairs, they scan the foyer. No Feyre in sight.

"Mommy?" Art shouts. "In the kitchen, little moon!" Feyre shouts back. Turning left, Rhys almost tiptoes to the kitchens door, hoping his mate isn't facing them. And he is in luck, Feyre has her back to them, preparing a tea. Seemingly not noticing them.

Impatient as ever, Art makes a noise and says "Mommy look! We are pretty now!"

At her son's weird sentence, Feyre turns around, prepared to say that they are always pretty, but the words died down at the sight of her most beloved males: her mate, and her son. Stunned, Feyre gaps at them, taking in the paint covered faces. Blue is the dominant colour in both faces. Rhys' face seems to be covered in a similar shape over and over. Feyre can make the shapes out to be stars. Art's face seems to have a blue background with things painted over it. The most eye-catching are the three moons on his forehead.

And to be honest, Feyre can't decide who has more artistic talent, her three year old son or her well over 500 year old mate. But she leans slightly towards her son, and she is not biased with that opinion. Not even a little, and Rhys would agree with her.

This isn't what she expected to welcome her home, but she welcomes it nonetheless.

"Look, little moon, we are so pretty, we made your mother speechless!" Rhys says proudly. Art makes a proud noise of agreement, while nodding his head.

"Feyre Darling, tell as how pretty we are!" Rhys requests dramatically to his still speechless and gaping mate. "Tell us! Tell us, Mommy!" Art chimes in, excited. At this, Feyre snaps out of her stupor, and laughs.

"Both of you're beautiful!" Feyre smiles brightly and advances towards them. The second she is within arm reach of Rhys, an arm is slung around her waist, drawing her closer. Feyre brings her arms around her mates waist and her son's back. Art leans an arm around his mother's shoulder, the other is already on his father's.

Hugging each other, the small family stays like that and enjoying the closeness and the warmth.

Bending down a little, Rhys kisses Feyre. Both smile into the kiss. But they don't kiss for long with a impatient toddler in their arms. After breaking the kiss, Feyre tiptoes and kisses her son's cheek.

"What happened?" Feyre asks amused, looking closer at their faces.

"Your son,-" Rhys starts but Feyre interrupts him. "My son?"

"Yes, he is your son only when he paints, Darling. He is so much like you when he does." Feyre laughs at that.

Well, he isn't wrong.

"Anyways, little moon has decided that my face would be prettier with paint on it and followed his impulse," Rhys continues amused, smiling at Art, who smiled back innocently. "And I just copied him, making him prettier as well. And than this little artist here decided that we should paint each other's faces to make the other pretty. And that's all there is to it, Darling."

"Both of you are definitely pretty" Feyre agrees, smiling. "Are those stars, little moon?"

"Yes!" Art answers proudly. "All of it! Stars!"

"Is that a new masterpiece, little moon?" His mother inquiries, tracing a line of a half visible star on his father's face. "To bad we can't hang this one." Rhys laughs at that. "To bad, isn't it." He agrees. "But you could paint us later, Feyre Darling." Rhys suggests it because of a growing frown and sad eyes on Art's face.

"Can you, mommy?" Art is immediately onboard with the idea, excited to be painted by his talented mother.

In his eyes, Feyre is the best artist there is and he wants to be as good as her, no maybe even better than her!

"I can and definitely will!" Feyre promises, "As soon as I have time, this is going to be my next project! Because this needs to be immortalised"

"It does, doesn't it!" Rhys agrees, grinning. Art nods his head wildly in agreement, looking rather smug.

Than he hugs his parents closer and buries his face in-between them, making a happy purr. Feyre and Rhys laugh and smile at each other.

What did they do to deserve such a wonderful gift, like their son.

"I love you both!" Art mumbles, his head still buried between his parents. But they can hear the smile in his voice.

"We love you, too, Artemas." They say together, smiling down at their son.

And not even two weeks later, the High Lady of the Night Court has finished her newest favourite painting. It shows the High Lord of the Night Court and the Heir of Night, cheek to cheek, smiling, eyes sparkling like stars in the night sky, paint covering their faces in various colours and shapes, making them prettier and pretty colourful.

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hexwritesfanfics · 6 years ago

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Just Like a Cherry Blossom

A/N: So I’m in a Discord for a MHA Roleplay Group where we have canon characters and OC characters and often do some weird shipping thing goings on that usually results in...lemons. So, to one of my darling roleplay buddies, this is that oneshot you wanted me to write but I think I made it too fluffy!

Italics = flashback

Regular text = current story line

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Pairing: Overhaul x OC

WARNING: Lemon and angst

There were flower petals on her back.

It had taken him a long time to touch her, even when the urges struck him. He had already gone so far allowing her the most innocent touches--a caress to his face here, a touch of her hand against his there--that only made him hungry for more. In the world they both knew, that they both lived in, she should be as filthy as sin much like he was.

And yet her lips tasted anything but.

Gloved hands touched a delicate waist and eased her upon the mattress, exploring her--even with her clothes on, there was a sensual innocence about her. It was something he had to taste for himself. He has to assert dominance, control; to show her that she belonged to him and no one else--

A gasp of his name left those pale pink lips as his hand slid her shirt up, the milky white softness of her skin unblemished in the front. For a daughter of a Yakuza boss, she ought to have been tattooed in more places. He had expected such a thing. Yet her abdomen was completely unmarked, no ink across the expanse of porcelain. How ironic, she appeared as pure as she tasted.

He shouldn’t be gentle, shouldn’t even care. She was a rival boss’s daughter, what did he care about what he could do to her? The answer came swiftly on the heels of that question, one that pushed him to wonder where he stood with her. There was something about her, this trembling female, that made his need to dominance surge--and just as equally, to make this be a night she’d remember.

A night where his body marked hers.

When she sat up, and only when, that’s when she shed her shirt without a word and he could see it then; a beginning of a tattoo on her shoulder. Was it a branch?

“Turn around,” he ordered and she did just that.

Of course the tattoo wouldn’t be on her front. The ink that marked her, that was her, was imprinted on the soft flesh of her back. A thousand petals, a pastel pink against porcelain skin, falling from branches that adorned her shoulders.

“Cherry blossoms,” he murmured, eyes narrowed just slightly as he worked to remove his mask. “Your favorite flower, aren’t they?”

“Not just that,” she replied just as softly. “They’re my truth.”

“Your truth? You’re speaking nonsense.”

“Am I? Aren’t lives fleeting just like cherry blossoms?”

Nonsense, he told himself. She was speaking as if she lived long enough to know what she was saying. That wasn’t why she was here.

His arms wrapped around her, his lips brushing the start of the tattoo, at the base of her neck, while his left hand rest against her hip and the right worked to tug off her front-clasping bind. He wasn’t someone who was kind; after all, he had taken a rival boss’s daughter, someone who would run her family when she was deemed ready, with the idea of just simply killing the girl. And yet when he had her in his grasp…

When his fingers undid the bind, his alias left her lips in a gasp. “Overhaul--”

“Kai.” His response was short, and yet in a soft tone that she had never heard from his lips before. “When we’re alone, you call me by that name.” His hand slid to the column of that slender neck, wrapping his fingers around it. “Do you understand, little apple?”

It was a heartbeat of a moment before she nodded.

That was a memory he seemed to hold onto. The moment Overhaul took what belonged to him--the absolutely wrong person who allowed him to take her body in all the right ways. This was just an outlet, he tried to tell himself, but even he knew. He was no fool.

She had taken his heart and given him hers in return.

He had touched every inch of her body with his lips; had his fingers tangled in her hair and gripping it tightly; leaving fingertip-shaped bruises on her thighs and hips. In an act he would normally find filthy, he made sure to purify her, to possess her. Never had Overhaul thought that a rival’s daughter would be the one he would take to bed.

Not when he intended to take her life.

And her very being still had its hooks in him…

“K-Kai--!” His name was a gasp on her tongue as he pushed inside of her awaiting body from behind, his fingers clutching the silky, chocolate strands of her hair and pulling it, her head jerking back to follow the motion. His free hand drifted from her hip to her back, his fingers ghosting against the imprinted flower petals etched into her skin. Such a pure image on a pure girl. It suited her. She had fought him for so long that her submission to him was as delectable as the idea of possessing her.

It was that vulnerable expression, the desperate cry of his name every time he slammed inside of her, that only served to spike his lust higher. Touching that place deep within that delicate, trembling body--being the first to do so--spurred the obsession the Yakuza boss had with the brunette, his instinct pushing to make her cry out his name louder so everyone knew who she belonged to.

When Overhaul pushed her hard against the bed, his body pressed against hers as his hips pounded against hers, it tore a breathless gasp from the girl he pinned so deliciously beneath him. “Kai...w-wait! Too much, I--” A startled sound was ripped from her when Overhaul’s fingers drifted beneath her, between her thighs, to rub against her pearl. It made her buckle yet her back arched against him and her reaction made the man heated.

She was of a rival clan and here Overhaul was, indulging in what could be considered such a filthy exchange yet she was the purest creature he has ever touched. His body marking hers, them being one, had him grasping at what control of the situation he had. He had to have absolute control.

And every time she cried out for him in desperation, she took what little thread he had.

“Say my name,” he grunted, applying harder pressure to her bundle of nerves while slamming harder within her. “It should be the only thing coming out of your mouth. Say it.”

When he gave another rough thrust, his name left her lips in a loud cry. “Kai!”

And he wanted to hear it over and over again.

Yakuza should not fall in love.

It was something she and Overhaul knew implicitly. It was part of the world they were raised in. It was the crippling thing they’ve fought against ever since his minions brought her to the estate. It had started with just touches here and there, to rattle her. Yet the closer the became, the more dangerous it was becoming.

“You don’t have to say anything.”

Her voice was soft, her back facing him as she reclined on her side in bed beside Overhaul. Narrowed golden eyes shifted to look at her, her tattoo soon engraved in his retinas, as her words hung in the air. Were they an accusation?

“What did you want me to say?” The question left his lips as he pushed himself upright. This girl was making his head spin, confusing him. He hated it as much as he thoroughly enjoyed possessing her. She turned her head then, not fully laying on her back; yet those hazel eyes burned into him as though he were the one being branded--and he hated that feeling too.

He should have killed her.

“You know what I’m meaning, Kai,” she muttered, almost in resignation. “The one thing our world doesn’t allow because it’s a weakness.”

The male was silent, weighing the brunette’s words in his mind. It only served to irritate him further. He was almost close to using his quirk on her, to erase her from his world, but there was hesitation. Her presence--her consistent, constant presence--was one facet of Overhaul’s obsession with her. As long as she was there, his world was stable. “You’re referring to something as trivial as love?”

“If it was so trivial, why did you take me to bed?” Her voice tinged with a challenge now. “You could hardly handle touching me when I first arrived here and now--”

“You think too much.” It silenced her and Overhaul felt a slight twinge inside of him. Was that regret? Silencing her thoughts when he knew what she meant. Despite her father keeping her like a rare animal in a gilded cage, she was astoundedly sharp. She wasn’t naive. She’d have been a formidable enemy left alone and she was here in his grasp instead.

It was no wonder that he--

No. He would never say those words aloud…

And despite everything he embodied, everything that made him powerful, that made him feared--Overhaul had forced the regret into the recesses of his mind. She may have said that he didn’t have to say anything; but her words and her wants were two completely different things. Even now, when his eyes shut, Overhaul could still see it: the falling cherry blossoms against her skin and her words echoing in his mind.

“Aren’t lives fleeting like cherry blossoms?”

She knew. She must have, for her to say those words on that night. Overhaul hated her for it, enough that he wished he could have used his quirk to disassemble the girl before she had taken hold of him.

He hated it. Despised it. It was filth he is unable to clean off. It coated him like a permanent second skin.

And it was all because of her--

Blood.

The floors were soaked in it, smudges of it smeared on the walls. And her body was mangled almost beyond recognition, but he could recognize her with his eyes closed--all because of that tattoo that marked her existence. He’s traced that image with his lips and fingers countless times that one night they’ve spent together that he’s memorized it. The porcelain skin that had been flushed beneath his gloved hands ran cold, all traces of life gone.

Overhaul was known to kill his expendable minions when he was displeased. Yet the brutality in which he had killed more disposable men hardly testament to “displeasure”, it was too light a word to even use. Someone on the inside had let a member of her family; Overhaul was no fool to not know whom in her clan were a threat. That disgusting, filthy threat, whomever they were, entered Overhaul’s estate and found his little apple to bring her home. Knowing the sentimental girl as she was, with her nonsensical talk, she refused. Undoubtedly, the foolish girl had claimed that she--

And that was why she was killed.

Because of that frivolous, unnecessary emotion called love.

So then why…?

Yes, she was right. Life was fleeting, blossoming for a brief moment like the petals of a cherry blossom tree before fading away.

Just as hers had been and Overhaul’s stability--his control--was abruptly taken. She was a spectre that haunted every room, every crevice. Her scent still lingered long after her murder, agitating and soothing him all at once. Her voice still rang in his ears, softly, sweetly.

And every spring when the cherry blossoms bloomed, he was reminded of that tattoo and how she had become just like them.

#hexwritesfanfics #oneshot #lemon #angst #mha #my hero academia #overhaul x oc #overhaul #third-person oc #unnamed oc to do with what you will #wrote this for a friend #I made him too soft goddamit

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black-roses-and-angst-posts · 7 years ago

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Seeing Red

Summery: Virgil spent his whole life searching for the man with red eyes. His soul mate. But it’s hard to find someone, when you don’t know there name, face, or what red even looks like. The night before his eighteenth birthday, Virgil frantically searches the city for the mysterious red eyed man. But will he be too late?

Trigger Warnings: Panic, strong language, let me know if I need to add anything else.

Ships: Prinxiety, Logality in the background

A/N: I know, I know, this isn’t From Shadows To Sunlight, but I’ve been super busy, and I’ve hit writers block. This is a pretty fluffy soul mate au, where you can’t see the color of your soul mates eyes, until you find your soulmate. Like, say your soulmate were to have blue eyes, then you couldn’t see the color blue. Sorry if that was a terrible explanation. Oh, and this has two endings! So I hope you enjoy, and next week I’ll be posting From Shadows To Sunlight

"Red, is such an odd color for an eye color, don't you think?"

I was asked this many times in my life. How should I know? I've never seen the color. The color of my soulmates eyes.

I dreamed of seeing those eyes so many times. But how could you dream of something you've never seen?

From what people tell me, it's a warm color, representing love, and fiery passion. The opposite of the dark black eyes I posses.

Demonic. That was a word often tossed around when people talked about me. Demonic eyes that held no love, or compassion. But they didn't see, that I did have love, but it was stomped out of me by the people who said I didn't have it.

In second grade, my best friend met his soul mate. The day it happened, he broke down crying. Dark blue, I believe was the color he saw. His eye color was a pretty pastel blue. I had spent many days wishing I couldn't see that color. That he could be mine. Selfish, isn't it?

I never once told a soul. It's a taboo to have feelings for another person's soulmate.

But those feelings were gone quickly, since after that he spent time with his soulmate, leaving me alone. They would draw hearts in the sand, with P + L in the middle.

Pathetic, that I thought about that at this moment. I turned eighteen in a few hours. That brought many things with it. I would be kicked out of the place I was living, I would be considered soulless, which many people already thought, and I would officially be out of the time loop for finding my soulmate.

You see, most people find their soulmate very early in life. Sure, there were the tales of people who found their soulmates when they were older, but usually those were fake. Very fake, and very rare.

That gave me only a few hours to find my soulmate. If I had one. I have to have one, right? What would I do if I didn't? Die? Probably. I'd probably get murdered by the hoards of angry people hellbent on removing soulless people from the world.

The side of society you don't see. The part they hide from view. Sure, if you were to look on the surface, it would seem like times was progressing, that people were more accepting than before. But that wasn't true, people just got better at hiding their hatred. Or at least the people I had met.

God, I shouldn't be thinking about this right now. I had to leave. I shoved clothing into my backpack, and glanced at the clock for the fifteenth time in the last minute.

8:30. That gave me three hours and thirty minutes to find a person I had never met.

Shit.

I slung my bag over my shoulder, and climbed out the window of my room, which was on the second floor. I shivered as the cold air brushed against my bare arms. I quickly ducked back into the room and grabbed an over sized hoodie I had on my bed. I pulled it on, and made my way to the ground, before sprinting down the street.

How was I going to find them? I didn't know what they looked like, their name or anything! How would I know if I saw the color? What if they didn't love me? What if there was no soulmate and I was just sprinting through the city for no reason in the hopes I wouldn't be executed by the people who-

I was knocked to the ground. In my mad dash of panic, I had ran into someone.

"Virgil?" The person gasped.

My eyes met theirs, and I gasped as well. "Patton?"

He grabbed my arm, and helped me up. "Gosh, kiddo, I haven't seen you in years!" He exclaimed.

"Patton, we're the same age, and also, I feel really really bad for not talking to you, but right now I have-" I checked my watch, my heart sinking a bit," three hours to find a person I have never once met in my life, and I'm kind of panicking." I said quickly.

"Take a deep breath Virgil, it's going to be okay. We'll find them, okay?" He said.

I nodded, taking a few deep breaths to calm myself.

"Okay. Now, I'd say we should probably go to the most crowded place. There would be a lot of people, which means the chance they're there is higher, right?" Patton said.

"I-I guess..." I muttered. He grabbed my arm again, and began dragging me along. Patton was surprisingly strong. Or I was just really underweight. Or both.

"Do you know where you're going?" I asked him, stumbling over the uneven side walk.

"Kind of." He shrugged.

He continued to run, until we came to the the mall.

"The mall? But, Patton, it's nine, no, nine fifteen, who's going to be at the mall?" I asked, desperation growing.

"Don't worry, there are people our age here." He said, reassuring me once more.

I followed him into the mall, searching for any sign of my soulmate. But everything looked the same... The sinking feeling in my chest grew, as I held back tears. They... they had to be here, right?

"Hey, don't worry, we have plenty of time, okay?"

I looked up at Patton. "What do you mean? We have hours, Patton, hours! To find someone I have never met! Pat, you met Logan in second grade! What if I don't have a soulmate? What if I'm going to be lonely forever and hunted by people who hate me because of my black eyes and lack of soulmate because I don't have a soul and-" Patton held a finger to my lips, shushing me.

"Just calm down. You have a soul, and a soulmate, I promise. Just take a deep breath, and look around." He said calmly.

I nodded again. I did as he said, but there was nothing different.

After a few minutes of looking around, we left. The time ticked down, as the hopelessness grew in my chest. We went to a few more places. Soon it was eleven fifty and everywhere was closed, save for a small theater on the square.

"I just.... I'm never going to find my soulmate, Patton... It's almost midnight... Come on, we'll just go watch a late night musical, it'll be like old times, right?" I asked, voice thick from tears.

Patton sighed sadly, brushing my tears away. "I'm sorry... I feel like I've failed you... I wasn't there for you, and you obviously weren't in good living conditions... You've been alone for years... I'm so, so sorry." Tears welled in his eyes, and leaked out from under his glasses.

I shook my head. "No. Neither of us are going to cry anymore. Now, the last show starts in a few minutes, lets go."

We both sprinted to the theater, and sat down inside. It was four minutes until midnight. I absentmindedly glanced at the clock as it came closer and closer to midnight.

Finally, the show began. And as the clock struck midnight, I saw him.

Red... Red is a beautiful color. His eyes were like two bright gems shining in the stage lights. In moments I was up on the stage, next to him. His eyes met mine, and he swept me up into his arms.

I pulled away, a mixture of tears and happiness on both our faces.

"I'm sorry it took me so long, I tried to find you..." I said, breathless.

"Darling it's okay, you're okay, you perfect." He giggled, holding me close to him.

Slow clapping started from behind us. Soon the midnight theater was filled with the sound of cheering.

"It appears in all this uproar, I have forgotten to introduce myself." He mused. "My name is Roman."

"V-Virgil... my name is Virgil." I said.

"Virgil, will you stay with me forever and be my prince?" He asked, drawing me in closer.

My eyes filled with tears. I was loved. I buried my face in his neck and nodded, the weight of the day coming over me like waves. But at this moment, I felt happy, for the first time in years.

Red was the color of love, passion, and the eyes of the man who I would love for the rest of my life.

Bonus Ending!

Trigger Warnings: Lying, Implied Kidnapping, Blood Mention. Let me know if I need to add anything

Ships: Anxceit

A/N: Here’s the second ending! It’s angsty, dark, and there’s forced anxceit. But don’t worry, it’s not as dark as my other stories

Finally, the show began. And as the clock struck midnight, I saw him.

His eyes were like two bright gems shining in the stage lights. In moments I was up on the stage, next to him. His eyes met mine, and he swept me up into his arms.

I pulled away, a mixture of tears and happiness on both our faces.

"I'm sorry it took me so long, I tried to find you..." I said, breathless.

"I was starting to worry you wouldn't show up." He whispered, holding me close to him.

Slow clapping started from behind us. Soon the midnight theater was filled with the sound of cheering.

"In all this uproar, I forgot to ask your name." He said.

"Virgil... My name is Virgil." My heart beat faster, as he took my chin in his yellow gloved hand. My eyes traced the scar that cut across his face.

"And we shall forever be together." He said softly.

I should have listened when everyone told me red was an odd color. I know now that I wasn't the one with demonic eyes, but him. Red was the color of hatred, war, and bloodshed. I should have never left my room. I shouldn't have gone with Patton. I shouldn't have gone into the theater. And I shouldn't have been stolen away from the one I came to know as Deceit. A snake who has the ability to change his eye color to fool those into thinking they truly have a soulmate.

#sanders sides #sander sides fic #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #deceit sanders #tw: lying

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whoreforpunz · 4 years ago

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kiss it off me - chapter three

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dreamnap

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You'd think Sapnap would be overjoyed to finally start his work placement, the final hurdle between him and graduation. However the truth was he felt quite the opposite. Over the last few years, if he had nothing constant in his life, at least he had school. And it absolutely terrified him that he'd no longer have that comfort of always knowing what came next. The loss of control was going to leave him utterly helpless, like a fish out of water.

The ironic part about the situation was Sapnap technically wasn't even leaving school. Just entering a new one in a different role. Like staring out a window all his life and finally looking through the other side. Maybe this fresh perspective would be good for him though. Or at least that's the positivity he was trying to install so he could live in blissful ignorance of the fear and worry eating away at him.

This wasn't like a school assignment or exam where he could learn from his mistakes without consequence though. These were real children's lives and futures and depending on what responsibilities were given to him by the teacher he was working with, some aspect of their education would be delicately placed into his trembling hands.

Nobody would expect an education major to be terrified of putting the skills they spent thousands on in college developing into practice but Sapnap was an example. The idea of messing up and being the first domino knocking over in a chain of awful developments in a child's fundamental years of learning gave him nightmares more often than he would've liked to admit. So it was safe to say that this work placement for the last month of college was going to be more of a challenge than any class he'd ever taken.

It was probably a deeply rooted fear of failure that led him to feel like that and with such intensity. Sapnap would spend hours longer than necessary working on a project to ensure it was perfect. He had to meet his own overly high standards in order to avoid feeling like a complete disappointment and failure to anyone who ever complimented him academically.

Punz did his best to get him to take breaks. Whether it was coming over for dinner, getting a beer or watching a basketball game together. But he wasn't naïve. Once Sapnap was focused, his mind stayed fixated on that and he would zone out completely.

His stubborn behaviour is probably why despite having an easy way into a work placement, Sapnap had asked every other elementary school within walking vicinity before he turned to them. He was nearly tempted to endure the bus even though he got travel sick just so it would open up more options for his already limited self.

Not owning a car in such a big city was a real pain in the ass for him. And since Punz started work way later in the day and wouldn't be caught dead waking up before ten in the morning, he couldn't even sweet talk his way into a lift to work.

So with no options left, he reluctantly got into contact with his final choice. There was nothing bad about the school. On the contrary it was considered one of the best in the district. But Purpled attended it and he'd known most of the staff for years. He didn't want it to be out of pity or them doing him a favour, he wanted to earn it himself with nothing influencing their decision.

At least he was subjected to the same lengthy response time after his interview where they hadn't gone any easier on him. It soothed his nerves and fear of only getting the placement through nepotism.

And now he stood panicked on the morning of his first day. Sapnap desperately racked his brain, attempting to recall what kind of clothes the few male teachers he'd encountered had worn. However Mr Robins with his awful, sweaty flannel shirts wasn't exactly a style icon. And he wasn't sure how his baggy trousers and chains would go down with older teachers and suburban mothers. Which ruled out most of his wardrobe. The only options he really had left were the button ups he'd accumulated from thrift stores and a safe pair of jeans.

Settling on a satin maroon one which he obtained last summer that was honestly a little too nice for school Sapnap let out a sigh of relief, at least he'd make a good first impression. Nimble fingers closed all the buttons except the top one. Sapnap debated leaving the second button open as well but eventually decided against it.

The walk to the school was fairly short, the morning breeze nipped at him and he regretted his choice to wear the thin material slightly but it was supposed to warm up later so it wasn't a major issue. In contrast to the roads which were packed with cars moving at snails pace, Sapnap was able to reach his destination rather fast. Especially because of the lack of bustling crowds going about their day. They wouldn't be out for another two hours. By then he'd be started and hopefully settling into his new teaching position.

Hopefully whoever he was paired with wasn't decades older than him and out of touch with society. It'd be nice is he was able to gain a couple of friends through the experience, no matter how nerve inducing it was.

Arriving at the front office and having to get them to alert the principal was just as terrifying as it had been when he came in to do the interview. Heart leaping and pounding with such intensity that he was afraid to speak in case he embarrassed himself. If things couldn't get any worse, an acidic taste lingered in the back of his throat, taunting him. The last thing Sapnap wanted to happen was for him to fetch into the principal's hand when she emerged from her office.

After what felt like centuries of waiting in purgatory but was only around two minutes in reality, the principal greeted him enthusiastically. She was an older woman who had been in charge ever since Sapnap was dragged all around the city checking out every school with Punz five years ago to ensure that when Purpled was old enough, they'd have found the best fit.

To her left side was a much younger woman, short and with faded pink hair that was now a pale baby pink colour. She offered him a friendly smile, instantly putting him at ease. This was probably who he'd be working with and the sense of dread and anticipation that had been looming over him all morning disappeared.

"Mr Armstrong," the principal smiled "it's nice to see you again."

"It's a pleasure to be here," Sapnap replied honestly.

The older woman featured to the unknown girl who only looked a couple of years older than him at most "this is Niki, you're going to be working with her in one of our first grade classes for the month."

"It's so nice to meet you," Niki grinned cheerfully "I'm sure we'll be a great team."

Her voice surprised him, softer than the satin brushing against his skin and sweeter than the fresh juice pumped directly from berries. Sapnap thought it was fitting though. If he wasn't borderline delirious from the previous nerves, he was fairly certain that there was a foreign lilt to it as well. Maybe somewhere European?

The principal dismissed the two young adults after informing Sapnap that Niki would take care of him for the day and get him set up. Once she was gone, Niki lead him down the hallway before stopping at the third door on the left of the hall towards the end. Obviously this was her classroom. Upon entering Sapnap wasn't surprised that this room belonged to her. Even though he'd just met Niki, the bright room filled with comforting pastels just seemed like the type of decoration she'd have.

"So you'll mainly just be shadowing me for the first two weeks," Niki began to explain "but some days I'll let you take the lead in activities like art and PE."

The idea of him teaching art to a bunch of hyperactive first graders nearly made him snort. Sapnap could just about create something better than stick figures so he would have to rely heavily on Pinterest and YouTube tutorials the night before.

"Any chance we can make art class a thing where we both teach it?" Sapnap asked hesitantly "I don't mind doing it but I'm not exactly the most artistically inclined."

Ever friendly Niki agreed on the condition that he did the PE lessons for the whole month because she "despised most sports and didn't have the energy or skill to teach it to five year olds."

So with their mutual agreement and a budding friendship, Sapnap and Niki set up the classroom for the day. Well more like Sapnap stood awkwardly like a lost puppy if Niki didn't give him an instruction for a while but they soon got into the rhythm of things as she showed him where everything belonged.

"Do you want to go up to the staff room and grab a coffee?" She suggested softly "my friends should be here by now and I can introduce you to them if you'd like."

Sapnap trusted Niki's taste in friends so he followed her up the flight of stairs to the staff room which was abandoned apart from a group of two girls and a guy chatting at the long, wooden table in the centre of the room. All of them cheered when Niki entered, shooting him perplexed but still inviting gazes. Thankfully they weren't old either, all of them appeared to be around Niki's age. So everything was already going a lot better than he'd expected.

"Hi guys," she giggled at their greeting "this is Sapnap, he's new here."

The guy with the fluffy brown hair and violet sweater perked up at that, lifting an eyebrow in surprise "he's new? So who did he replace - oh Niki please tell me Mrs Richardson finally retired."

Niki sighed "no she's still here, Sapnap's my assistant for the month."

The unknown boy slumped down in his seat "that sucks..I was hoping she'd finally left us but it's nice to have another guy around here."

Sapnap smiled brightly, hoping he could make some more friends "I'm so glad there's another guy too," he admitted "I was terrified that I'd be surrounded by Karens and old ladies all day."

"Well Mrs Richardson is both of those combined and ten times worse," the guy mumbled "but stick with us and you'll be fine! Oh I'm Karl by the way and this is-"

"Puffy," the girl with silvery blonde hair introduced herself "nice to meet you Sapnap."

He waved as the other girl with long brunette hair introduced herself as Hannah. Sapnap joined them at the table after Niki told him to sit while she made them coffee. They made small talk about some school gossip and getting to know each other before Karl noticed the black studs in his earlobes excitedly.

"No way! You have your ears pierced - they look sick!"

"Thanks," he chuckled "I only got them recently. My best friend Quackity wanted to get one of his pierced but didn't want to go alone so I went with him."

"No way, Quackity?" Karl's eyes lit up instantly "I know him too."

"No way," Sapnap echoed in disbelief "wait you're the Karl he always talks about."

Karl winced "good things?"

Sapnap smiled in reassurance "yeah dude. He's always going on about how funny you are."

Any trace of the nervousness he'd felt before arriving and meeting Niki and her friends completely vanished. The day flew by but it was very chill. He was mostly just assisting Niki with the classes and getting to know the names of all the children.

At lunch he'd overheard Purpled bragging to one of his friends with hair that was darker on one side that their cool new assistant was his uncle. A soft smile spread across his cheeks at how his tone was laced with nothing but admiration. Purpled was a good kid, they all knew that as well as one showing signs of being extremely gifted. Sapnap had heard it from Punz and Cardi but seeing his nephew confidently answering the hardest questions and getting them all right was something different end he couldn't have felt more proud.

When the school day ended, Sapnap and Niki let the children out one by one after they spotted their parents. He noticed the tall pink haired man he occasionally spared with at the gym collect the tallest boy in the class, Ranboo if Sapnap remembered correctly. Then another two boys with British accents who Sapnap recognised as some of Purpled's friends left with two men who had the same accent. The number of children dwindled down by the second and as Sapnap let the last girl out, he heard Niki softly ask Purpled who was picking him up.

"My uncle," Purpled told her with a beaming smile right as Sapnap interjected "I am."

Niki appeared confused for a moment before she realised "I had no idea he was your nephew."

Sapnap laughed "most people don't, my brother and I look very different."

Niki grinned politely "see you tomorrow Sapnap, have a good day."

"You too Niki," he replied as Purpled grasped his hand and started leading him out the door.

Maybe he shouldn't have been so nervous.

Feeling jittery and unable to concentrate on his work wasn't an uncommon or foreign experience for Dream. He often couldn't focus due to all the thoughts in his head that served as a distraction but today was different. Normally there'd be multiple separate thoughts whereas today they were all centered solely on one person.

Dream was really beginning to regret both himself and his friends allowing him to go on that date because the brunette man hadn't left his mind once. It didn't matter what he was trying to do, deep brown irises filled his mind and he could do nothing about it.

It had been foolish of him to believe that he could go on a date, live a somewhat normal life and be open to the possibility of meeting someone new. Because he'd found it. Found exactly what he'd dreamed of and got to hold his gaze for around half an hour before they were cruelly ripped apart by his phone ringing.

He always had to choose Tubbo though. Even if he didn't know the severity or how minor the incident was, he didn't get to pick and choose when to be a father. So as much as it crushed him to have to ditch the date that had been going to well, it was the only thing he could do.

Sapnap was a young guy, fresh out of college. Even if Dream told him that he had a kid and that's why his friend was ringing him saying there was an emergency, who was to say the guy would want to stick around. Dream didn't exactly have the easiest life and he was a few years older as well. The younger man wouldn't be prepared to deal with being in a relationship with someone who was a single parent.

So maybe it was a blessing in disguise that he was forced to leave. Before he got overly attached. It let him focus on Tubbo, the reason he sacrificed so much but he did it willingly. He was the best person to unintentionally make his way into his life. And despite his heart telling him that Sapnap would never make him choose between them, he didn't want his child to feel like a burden to anyone so it was just easier to let himself be lonely for another couple of years. Surely if they were meant to be they'd find their way back to each other right?

Another thing he was rather relieved by is the fact that since their date and any potential chance at romance had been cut short, there was no way he could get his heart broken further. There'd be no sudden breakups leaving him sobbing his eyes out to George and Will at three in the morning while the kids slept. And neither him nor Tubbo would get attached to someone only for them to leave.

So as much as he yearned and ached to open up the app that had been left untouched since the night of the date over a week ago and to send Sapnap a message asking for a second chance, he knew it was probably better for the both of them if he just steered clear. Right?

Tubbo burst into the kitchen after having changed out of the clothes he wore to school since both he and Tommy managed to get themselves all dirty at lunch. The young boy with eyes eerily similar to Dream's beamed up at his dad and was practically bursting with energy.

"What do you want to do Tubs?" He asked gently, they hadn't been able to do much besides watch movies together recently while Tubbo was getting better.

The young boy considered it for a second before he grinned "can we make cookies?"

"I think we have the ingredients," Dream nodded and went to check the cupboards "ok, cookies it is."

Dream hoisted Tubbo up onto the counter top and grabbed the mini apron he kept for him, typing a knot around the back so the deep green fabric covered his clean clothes. Sensing that it could get rather messy Dream also put his on even though he normally wouldn't need to.

Whenever they baked, Dream would do most of the work to avoid a giant mess being made in their kitchen. So most of the time Tubbo handed him the ingredients when he asked him too and under Dream's careful supervision, was allowed to crack one egg.

As well as that Tubbo would lick the bowel completely clean but that wouldn't really work with cookies. However Dream didn't doubt that Tubbo would be sneaking little bits of cookie dough for himself to taste.

"Can you pass me the butter Tubs?" Dream asked gently as they began to make the dough.

The young boy eagerly grabbed the block of butter and passed it to his dad who took it swiftly. "We're going to need to soften it now so will you grab the saucepan for me."

Tubbo rummaged in the drawer under the hob until he retrieved the saucepan and Dream filled it with hot water. They unwrapped the fresh stick of butter from its shiny, golden wrapping.Placing the butter in a bowel suspended above the water, Dream let it soften for a couple of minutes.

Knowing that the bag of flour would be too heavy for Tubbo, Dream asked him to pass the measuring cup instead. Dream carefully watched the flour rise up to the required mark and just as he finished pouring Tubbo grabbed the significantly lighter bag of flour. Dream assumed he was just being helpful and going to place the bag back on the counter with the rest of the ingredients but was proved very wrong. Tubbo stuck his fist into the contents while Dream was removing the butter from the heat and turned around mischievously to his father.

Since he was focused and didn't realise what his child was planning, Dream was completely unaware of him approaching his bent over form silently. Just as Dream placed the softened butter aside and finished pouring the boiling water down the sink, Tubbo pounced, smearing flour across Dream's face before running away, giggling obnoxiously as he did so.

"Oh Tubbo," he sung as he pretended not to notice the small form peaking out from behind the sofa, watching to see if Dream was coming close to him.

And when he waited too long to check Dream's location, the older man picked up his son who was shrieking with laughter and placed him down on the couch, tickling him relentlessly for a couple of minutes before both of them were wheezing.

"Truce," Tubbo asked, surprising Dream but given Purpled's intelligence and Tommy's tendency to create wars in their little games, he wasn't as surprised that Tubbo knew that word.

"Ok little man," Dream hummed playfully "let's get back to the cookies yeah?"

They mixed the dry and wet ingredients finally and once that step was completed it was time to add the chocolate chips to their mixture. Dream picked Tubbo up gently so he could add the chocolate chips to the bowel and he gleefully dropped down handfuls until they had enough.

Eventually the dough was ready and the consistency looked good so Dream began to roll it out so it wasn't too thick or too thin. Tubbo ran to the bottom cupboard in the corner of the room, getting the shapes he had so he could make some heart shaped ones and give them to his friends the next day in school.

Once they were all cut into various novelty shapes and some regular cookie shapes, Dream placed them all carefully onto a baking tray and slid it into the warm preheated oven, putting a timer on his phone so he didn't accidentally forget about them and burn down their apartment.

Tubbo dragged him over to the couch again and got his soft red blanket, throwing it over the two of them as he scrolled through the channels on the tv. Dream let out a content sigh as Tubbo snuggled into his chest and he wrapped a protective arm around him.

As much as his heart ached, things were better this way.

#oneshot #mcyt fic #sapnap #dreamwastaken #dreamnap

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xylianna · 7 years ago

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A Day in the Life of Ignis Amicitia

Years after the return of the Light, Ignis and Gladio spend a relaxing day with their loved ones.

AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/13036296

@ignisfluff

Ignis Fluff Week Day 7 Theme: Free Day

NSFW

I just hope this isn't too cheesy, but appropriately fluffy. My first stab at writing something post-Altissia, let alone post-game, and I wasn't entirely prepared for the feels.

No beta, sorry for my mistakes!

Ignis Scientia Amicitia still preferred to rise before the sun.

Perhaps he could no longer drink in the majestic sight of the star cresting the horizon, the way the sky lightened into a pastel blend of oranges and pinks before fading into the clearest blue. But he could feel the warmth on his face, and that was enough to have him starting the day content.

He had so much to be thankful for, after all, that most days it was easy to avoid dwelling on his loss of vision.

Nearly fifteen years had passed since the Dawn had emerged from the never-ending night. Not a day of those years went by without thoughts of the true King, his dear friend and heart-brother, a truly noble man who had given his very life for his kingdom in fulfillment of prophecy. Most days, it was easy to focus on the good memories. Young Noctis playing in the Citadel’s gardens. Teenage Noct staying up too late playing video games, thick as thieves with young Prompto. And Noctis as he was at end: fully grown, regal, powerful.

And, most of all… loved.

While it had been hard for all of them to move on, the days turned into months, the seasons continued their cycle, and years began to pass. Slowly, they all began to build new lives in this Crystal-less world.

As strange as it had seemed at first to be back in Insomnia, to dwell within a Citadel that held no Lucis Caelums, now Ignis couldn’t image even considering living anywhere else.

He and Gladio may no longer have the same roles they were defined by in their youth - no King meant no Shield, no Royal Advisor - but they did what they could to help the others pick up the pieces of the Lucian government, to keep the people safe and protected. To be fair, it was a much easier task with the Empire eradicated, the daemons gone, but not all people were inherently good, and there were definite issues to sort out.

However, much of their time was given to their loved ones. Given to each other.

If nothing else, their fateful road trip all those years ago had taught the hard lesson that all things were, ultimately, fleeting - and you never knew when your number would be up.

Ignis was drawn out of his early morning musings when he felt the strong arms of his husband wrap around his waist. “Morning, Iggy.”

“Gladio,” he replied softly, tipping his head to brush lips softly against the other man’s jawline.

They stood that way, lovingly entwined, until the sun finished climbing over the hills to shed its radiant light over Insomnia.

Gladio checked his watch. “They should be here in an hour.” Ignis could hear the grin in his partner’s voice. “Though with how Prompto drives, maybe sooner.”

Ignis chuckled. “Cindy keeps him in check, most the time. But, we should complete our preparations now, just in case.”

The two worked in tandem, Gladio tidying away a bit of clutter while Ignis put the finishing touches on the brunch he had largely pre-made for their group.

The first Saturday of each month, barring unavoidable conflict (which arose more often than any of them would like), their chosen family congregated for brunch, conversation, and just… togetherness.

Their group was a bit smaller, as a natural result of the years. Cid was no longer with them, and Cor the Immortal had failed to live up to his moniker two years ago. Aranea had sent word that she’d be absent this month, and Talcott would also be detained. In fact, many of their dear friends were unavailable on this bright, spring day.

But Prompto, Cindy, and their young daughter would be coming. And Iris would be there.

That was enough.

Ignis smiled as he worked, thinking of the young Argentum lass, a girl with hair as sunny as both her parents, he was told, with Prompto’s brilliant violet-blue eyes, and Cindy’s ready smile. Luciana was her name, and it was a name heavy with significance - the poor girl had so many namesakes, Ignis was relieved to know that with parents like hers, she’d never feel pressure to live up to the legends.

Noctis Lucis Caelum.

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret.

Gentiana.

Muttering to himself in irritation at growing maudlin, Ignis swiped away the moisture that had gathered at his scarred eyes. Almost immediately he felt Gladio’s large hand lay gently on his shoulder.

“You okay?” Gladio asked gruffly. Ignis wasn’t the only one who got emotional on their monthly gathering days.

“Quite,” he replied, slanting a smile towards his love, before returning his attention to his preparations.

Rapid knocking at their door that one might think was from young Luciana - if one didn’t realize Prompto’s boundless energy hadn’t dampened much over the years - announced the arrival of their guests.

“Hey, y’all,” Cindy’s voice rang out cheerfully. “Lucy, honey, don’t run!”

“Uncle Gladio! Uncle Iggy!” The child’s voice was sprightly and brought a smile to both of her honorary uncles’ faces.

Ignis could hear the sounds of Gladio picking up the girl and swinging her around, the child’s giggles filling the air.

“Hey, big guy!” Ignis marked Prompto’s progress into their home by the sound of his voice, his footsteps. Such had become second-nature to him over the past decades. “Ooh, what’s cookin’, Igs?” Ignis felt his friend punch his shoulder playfully, as he presumably leaned in to check out the spread Ignis had prepared.

“Help me take it all to the table,” Ignis requested. While he and Prompto carried out the food, Gladio oversaw Luciana’s efforts to set the table, and Cindy enjoyed getting off her feet for a change. Iris arrived just as they were finishing, and after she and Gladio exchanged body-crushing hugs in a playful test of strength, she’d greeted her brother-in-law and the rest with more reasonable gestures of affection.

Soon they were all gathered around the large table Ignis had insisted upon, the immense piece of furniture filling their dining room, leaving just enough room for the numerous chairs lining all sides.

Ignis felt his heart fill with love for these people.

Prompto, the gunslinger turned mechanic, after he had finally won over Cindy after a years-long effort to court the woman. While he still mourned his best friend’s death, as did they all, Prompto had found a new joy in his family, and did everything he could to ensure their happiness.

Cindy herself had become a close friend over the years, her never-ending cheer and optimism a saving grace at times when it seemed to hard for him to go on after his King’s sacrifice. They had all mourned with her at Cid’s passing.

Luciana, the child he spoiled in lieu of having any of his own. The girl gave them all hope for the future, just by fact of her existence.

Iris, his sister-in-law with whom he had long since dropped the “in-law”. She was distinguishing herself as Commander of the Crownsguard, and was quick to defend her unit to any foolish enough to wonder in her presence what use was there for a Crownsguard without a crown to guard. An Amicitia to the core, she was the embodiment of honor. She was also quite the prankster, engaged in a years-long contest of hilarity with her brother.

Gladio. Six, what could he say about Gladio? He was, unquestionably, the love of Ignis’s life. His rock, his strength, his joy, his light.

They were two halves of one whole, Gladiolus and himself. They had known each other for so long, had their lives tied together in so many irrevocable ways long before binding themselves in matrimony, that the wedding almost seemed an afterthought.

If Ignis had one goal for what was left of his life, it was to start every day waking up next to Gladio. And end each night in his arms.

May the Astrals grant them many long, peaceful years.

No one could deny they had earned it.

When the meal was finished and the dishes cleared away, the group adjourned to the gardens. Gladio had turned out to have a surprisingly green thumb, and the one-time Shield had planted and maintained this particular section himself over the years, describing it in such vivid detail Ignis had a clear picture of it’s beauty in his mind’s eye.

Prompto and Lucy ran around, darting between the trees in a chasing game, the father shrieking in delight almost as often as his daughter. Ignis sat beside Gladio, their clasped hands resting on the soft grass as they spoke with Iris and Cindy.

For many, this might seem incredibly pedestrian. Boring, even.

For Ignis, a day like this was perfection.

After several enjoyable hours, it was time for the Argentums to head back to Hammerhead. As Cindy was fond of saying, the cars at the garage weren’t gonna fix themselves. With fond farewells, they took their leave of the Scientia-Amicitia household. Iris didn’t linger long after their departure. Since she also dwelt in the Citadel, they saw each other on a nearly daily basis, and with her rank came a plethora of responsibility.

When it was just the two of them lingering in the afterglow of warm companionship, Ignis turned sightless eyes in the direction of his husband. “Let’s go home,” he suggested, thumb straying from their handclasp to caress Gladio’s wrist suggestively.

“You got it,” Gladio agreed, hauling Ignis to his feet as an unintentional byproduct of rising to his own.

While Ignis hardly needed the other man’s guidance to find their quarters, he wasn’t unamenable to the help. One thing years of living without sight had taught him was that it was refreshing, at times, to let down his guard, relax his hyper-vigilance, and let someone trusted ensure he made it where he was going without incident.

Sometimes it was nice for the caretaker to be taken care of.

Gladio had barely gotten the door closed before Ignis pounced. Using the hand still held in his own, he spun his lover around and pinned him to the door, pressing his body against him urgently, his lips claiming Gladio’s in an impatient, needy kiss.

“Not that I’m complaining,” Gladio managed to say when Ignis turned his attention to nibbling down one side of the larger man’s neck. “But what brought this on?”

Ignis faltered slightly in his rhythm, and eased off just enough to breath a nearly inaudible response. “I’m just… happy.”

It was the truth. Days like this left him almost overwhelmingly joyous.

There had been great loss. Great sacrifice. Debts that could never be repaid.

But, by the Six, he was alive, Gladio was alive, and he knew their lost friends would rejoice in their living.

So he’d live, damn it.

He’d seize every day like it was his last, make the most of every moment, live life to it’s fullest with no regrets.

And right here, right now, there was nothing he wanted more than to make love to his husband until sleep claimed them both.

Ignis’s hands went to Gladio’s belt, undoing the clasp with practiced ease, reaching one slender hand within the other man’s pants to find him already half-hard. As Ignis stroked the smooth heat of Gladio’s cock, he felt it grow beneath his fingers, and a familiar smirk curled his lips where they worked over Gladio’s collarbone.

“Iggy,” Gladio moaned, one hand bracing against the wall for support, the other reaching to pull Ignis up for a rough kiss, more teeth and tongues than lips, as their mouths fought for dominance.

“Gladiolus,” Ignis’s impeccably accented voice purred his husband’s name as he continued to pump his hand over the other man’s length.

“Gods, Ignis…” Gladio’s head fell back to thud against the hardwood of the door. He moved one hand to tangle in Ignis’s hair, lushly soft beneath his calloused fingers, free from styling products today.

Right here. Right now.

Ignis released his hold on Gladio long enough to remove his pants, a pleased sound escaping from between his lips when he heard the rustling sounds of Gladio doing the same with his own.

“Prepare yourself for me, love,” Ignis instructed.

Gladio was quick to comply, Ignis inferred from his husband’s moans. He had intimate familiarity with the sounds Gladiolus made when fingering his own ass.

They were almost as delicious as those he made when Ignis did the job for him.

Ignis stroked a hand over his own shaft, though he hardly needed the touch - he was achingly hard, and he could tell he wouldn’t last long. But, Ignis couldn’t resist teasing himself just a bit, listening enraptured to the heaviness of Gladio’s breath, the way he’d gasp when he added another finger, the lewd moan that escaped Gladio after long moments, the throaty sound letting Ignis know his lover was ready for him.

“Turn around,” Ignis said, and he reached out a hand to stroke the smooth planes of Gladio’s back. Taking his cock in hand, Ignis brushed the head teasingly along Gladio’s asscrack, leaning forward to lick and kiss the side of his neck, making his way from shoulder to ear. “Are you ready, my love?”

“Oh, gods, yes…” Gladio said. “Now, Iggy. Now.”

Ignis penetrated him in one smooth motion, and they simultaneously called out each other’s names. After giving Gladio a moment to adjust to the sensation of being so completely filled, Ignis began to move. Slim hips rocked at a bruising pace as he continued to press kisses against the other man’s neck, occasionally punctuating the loving touches with sharp bites.

“Mine,” Ignis growled, though he feared his voice was breathier than anticipated. He was already so painfully close.

“Yeah,” Gladio agreed, reaching to fist his hand in Ignis’s now sweat-damp hair. “Mine.”

“Oh, fuck…” The pleasurable pain of fingers tight against his scalp pushed Ignis over the edge, and he came hard, his husband’s name on his lips. “Gladio!”

“That’s right,” Gladio said, voice low. “Don’t stop. Take me there with you, Iggy.” Gladio let go of Ignis’s hair and gripped his own cock, pumping in rhythm with Ignis’s thrusts. He pushed his hips back against Ignis, fucking himself on his lover’s cock as Ignis was lost in the aftermath of his orgasm. “Oh, fuck yeah…Ignis!” Gladio flattened the hand not wrapped around himself against the door for balance as he reached his peak, groaning loudly as he watched his orgasm splatter against the floor.

Ignis focused on his breathing, coming back to himself slowly, heart still pounding. He leaned against Gladio, and could feel how soaked their shirts were with sweat. After pulling out, he bonelessly slid to sit on the floor, smiling lazily when he felt Gladio sit beside him. When a though occurred to him, he laughed, the sound sharp and bright in the silence of the room.

Without Gladio even needing to ask, he explained, “Did we even think to lock that door?”

Gladio’s voice joined his in laughter then, and Ignis felt it was the perfect end to a wonderful day, sitting pressed to his husband’s side, both of them covered in the sweaty aftermath of amazingly passionate sex, lost in joyful laughter.

Just another wonderful day in the life of Ignis Amicitia.

#ignis fluff #ignisfluff #ignisfluffweek #gladnis

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fraeulein-elster · 7 years ago

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For the ask thing: all of em (if you want)

omg okay challenge accepted:1. What is you middle name?Ann2. How old are you?273. When is your birthday?the 6th of september4. What is your zodiac sign?Virgo5.What is your favorite color?blue and pastel pink

6.What’s your lucky number?3

7.Do you have any pets?not anymore, no :(

8.Where are you from?good ol’ Germany. Northern Germany <3

9.How tall are you?5′8��’

10.What shoe size are you?european 41 (US 7)

11.How many pairs of shoes do you own?honestly I have no idea. I have at least 3 or 4 different kinds of black high heels, 2 or 3 pairs of other high heels, I have my ranger boots, my pastel pink winter boots, my normal black boots, I have 2 pairs of black boots that I bought for cosplay.. don’t make me count them all :D

12.What was your last dream about?it was something absolutely random and I remember my mom being in it. but I have no idea what it was about.

13.What talents do you have?my talents include overthinking, being depressed and lonely and isolating myself and also hating myself, I’m really good at this.

14.Are you psychic in any way?not that I know of. I have a pretty good intuition most of the time though.

15.Favorite song?atm it’s “Kætteren” by Myrkur

16.Favorite movie?Spirited Away

17.Who would be your ideal partner?I don’t think about that too much. I’d be happy with someone equally weird as me, nice and considerate, respectful and open minded. I tend to fall for unusual people.

18.Do you want children?yes and no. I love children and would love to have kids of my own but I also don’t want them to experience this fucked up world. I would just feel guilty and the need to protect them from everything.

19.Do you want a church wedding?fuck no. what am I supposed to do in a church?

20.Are you religious?kinda. I am what the kids call a filthy heathen.

21.Have you ever been to the hospital?nope. only to visit others. and for my own birth of course, lol.

22.Have you ever got in trouble with the law?no. I’m a good noodle.

23.Have you ever met any celebrities?sadly not.

24.Baths or showers?well if I had a proper bath tub I would take a bath more often but I only have a shower so yeah.

25.What color socks are you wearing?beige

26.Have you ever been famous?hahaha what no. well there was a time back in 2012 when everyone and their mom lost their shit about some pictures featuring me and my dearest friend @fahrlight in our Natasha Romanoff + Loki cosplays. that was wild. but people quickly lost interest in me (and I don’t blame them, I’m not a frequent cosplayer and also a potato face)

27.Would you like to be a big celebrity?nah not really. I would like to be a good actress though.so anyone wanna hire me for their film projects? I’m not a trained actress but I’m very passionate about it xD

28.What type of music do you like?metal. heck yeah.

29.Have you ever been skinny dipping?nope.

30. how many pillows do you sleep with?only one and that one’s pretty flat because I get headaches when my head is too high up while sleeping and I have problems breathing when my face is buried in fabric and fluffiness.

31. What position do you usually sleep in?fetal probably xD or on my belly (my boobs hate me for that but I like it too much to stop)

32.How big is your house?my apartment is about 60 square meters.

33.What do you typically have for breakfast?an apple and 3-4 slices of bread mostly (when I’m at work)on the weekends I’ll have anything that’s close enough to grab without moving too much.

34.Have you ever fired a gun?not a gun but a crossbow.

35.Have you ever tried archery?not really no. but I’d love to.

36.Favorite clean word?crunchy

37.Favorite swear word?I say fuck a lot. like, a LOT!

38.What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?I like sleep too much so I think about 20 - 24 hours?

39.Do you have any scars?yup.

40.Have you ever had a secret admirer?hahahahaha no I don’t think so. I’m disgusting.

41.Are you a good liar?I think so? maybe??

42.Are you a good judge of character?most of the time, yes.

43.Can you do any other accents other than your own?nah, sometimes I like to switch between germany dialects but that’s all. anything else besides our northern german dialect sounds stupid anyway ;) kidding, you guys are okay.

44.Do you have a strong accent?hahaha apparently I do. one friend (who is from another state in germany) told me “you really sound like a northern german” and I never really realized that before :D

45.What is your favorite accent?wtf’s up with accents anyway? I don’t have a favorite besides our own of course xD but I do like listening to foreigners speaking german.

46.What is your personality type?INFP (if this is what the question is about)

47.What is your most expensive piece of clothing?I have no idea, I try not to waste too much money on one piece of clothing.

48.Can you curl your tongue?yes I can.

49.Are you an innie or an outie?both actually :D

50.Left or right handed?right.

51.Are you scared of spiders?ugh, yes I am. they’re disgusting.

52.Favorite food?pasta, fish, tomatos, kale, coleslaw (!) <3

53.Favorite foreign food?sushi

54.Are you a clean or messy person?kinda both

55.Most used phrased?in german I say “das ist ja nicht so knusprig” a lot, which translates to “that’s not very crunchy” and I say that to everything. I’m fucking weird.

56.Most used word?probably “fuck”

57.How long does it take for you to get ready?on work days about 45 minutes for showering, brushing teeth, preparing my breakfast for work, putting on make up and getting dressed.

58.Do you have much of an ego?I’m pretty positive I lost it somewhere.

59.Do you suck or bite lollipops?I only bite them when they’re almost gone.

60.Do you talk to yourself?all the fucking time. every day. I also talk to my dolls and call them my children.

61.Do you sing to yourself?yes

62.Are you a good singer?nah, not really. but also not super bad.

63.Biggest Fear?fire, strangers, spiders

64.Are you a gossip?not really but I sure do like listening to people spilling some tea sometimes.

65.Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?I don’t really pay attention to the genre when I’m watching a movie.

66.Do you like long or short hair?depends on the person but I do have a preference for long hair, also on myself.

67.Can you name all 50 states of America?of course not, I’m from germany. the last time I was in school learning about that was at least 10 years ago.

68.Favorite school subject?english, in which I had even better grades than in german, don’t ask me why.

69.Extrovert or Introvert?I would say occasionally outgoing introvert

70.Have you ever been scuba diving?no but I’d also love to do that!

71.What makes you nervous?social interactions of any kind.

72.Are you scared of the dark?nope. to me the dark is rather calming.

73.Do you correct people when they make mistakes?depends on the situation, the person and the mistake. but I remember getting shit for being a know-it-all so I tend to bite my tongue more often.

74.Are you ticklish?yes and if anyone tries to tickle me they will have to be prepared to get their teeth kicked in.

75.Have you ever started a rumor?oh hell no.

76.Have you ever been in a position of authority?I kind of am, I work with children.

77.Have you ever drank underage?yup, I started with 14. my mom said it was okay as long as I didn’t get caught by the police. parenting done right, yeah :D

78.Have you ever done drugs?nope and I don’t want to start.

79.Who was your first real crush?oh shit I have no idea. it might be that one girl that I got introduced to by a friend. I really can’t remember, it was so long ago. I am old!

80.How many piercings do you have?2 right now, my nose and my belly button. I used to have my bottom lip pierced but I took it out a while ago because it’s hard applying lipstick with that shit.

81.Can you roll your Rs?yes!

82.How fast can you type?pretty fast but not super duper fast.

83.How fast can you run?not as fast as I could run back in my school years.

84.What color is your hair?dyed black atm. I might go back to brown.

85.What color is your eyes?blue

86.What are you allergic to?besides dust, nothing really.

87.Do you keep a journal?nope

88.What do your parents do?my mom has never finished a training because she got pregnant with my sorry self before she could. she’s currently hired as a cleaner. my dad is a post man.

89.Do you like your age?it’s okay I guess.

90.What makes you angry?everything inconvenient, disrespectful people, sheer stupidity and 274805 other things.

91.Do you like your own name?I used to hate it but it’s kinda growing on me.

92.Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?of course omg every girl I know has thought of potential baby names. I’d like Ivar but not (only) because of (historical) Ivar but also because I like the sound of it. and for a girl I’d like Idun.

93.Do you want a boy or a girl for a child?I couldn’t care less.

94.What are your strengths?I’m loyal and also I’m not an asshole so yeah..

95.What are your weaknesses?all of them. I’m impatient and angry a lot.

96.How did you get your name?my mom really liked the actress Deborah Rennard. that’s why she named me Deborah. and since my mom also has a middle name, I had to have one too. there’s not a lot that goes with Deborah, so she finally came up with Deborah Ann. the problem is that I’m from germany and everyone’s pronouncing it incorrectly. that’s why I used to hate my name so much.

97.Were your ancestors royalty?I have no idea. probably not xD

98.Do you have any scars?am I mistaken or didn’t I already answer that question? well yes I do have scars.

99.Color of your bedspread?pink atm.

100. Color of your room?all my walls are white.

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