#the words are sung very slowly ! there are not all that many of them ! i think pronunciation is very doable here

[mashmouths]

jeongin did "creep" and seungmin did "high and dry" it's time for minho to cover "talk show host"

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Shameless porn of my Tav and Halsin some undisclosed amount of time after the end of the game.

Afab Tav getting a taste of Halsin’s rare dominant side and learning what happens to druids who spend too much time in wildshape

Just under 2k words

(I am a lazy human who writes fic in the notes app of their phone, please excuse dumb mistakes and minimal editing at times)

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The first traces of dawn slip through the window as you were roused from your meditation. You feel Halsin’s hand glide down your side and come to a rest on your hip before pulling your hips firmly back into his.

While Halsin was always fairly forward about sex, the past few days especially had been something. It was not uncommon for one of you to approach the other just about everyday over it, but this was borderline excessive even for him.

Your thighs ached from straddling him many times the last couple days, or from wrapping them around his hips as he fucked you against the wall. It was not really a complaint, nor something you cared to stop, but it was an unexplained change in Halsin.

Even early in the morning, just after meditating, he was ready to go again.

“My heart” he sighs in you ear, “how is it possible that I want you more every day? Every time I lay eyes on you, you’re more beautiful than I remember. It overcomes me and I just need to hear you, taste you, experience you”.

You feel his erection pressing on your backside as he slowly grinds against you. His hand that rested on you hip sliding down to now sit just under your belly button, waiting on an invitation to move lower.

“My heart, how are you not tired or sore?” you ask, half joking and half truly wondering where this drive suddenly came from.

~

It started three days ago. While bending down to put away a few things in the kitchen in a low cabinet he swept up behind you, grabbing your hips with such force he nearly yanked you off your feet. “Such gorgeous hips” he murmured in your ear, his massive torso bent over yours, dwarfing you entirely “I need you. Now” he growled in your ear.

It was more worked up then you had ever seen him, his whole body heaved with every breath and word and his hands dug into your hips with clear intent.

“Then take me” you replied.

Halsin did not waste a moment. He swiftly hooked a finger into the waist of your pants and pulled them along with your underwear down in one fluid motion. One rough hand immediately slipped down your front between your legs to find your clit and begin rubbing it while the other found your breast. You felt the tip of his shaft seeking entrance to you and you rose to your tip toes to make it easier. He quickly found the entry he craved and sank his full length into you, causing you to bite back a yelp. Halsin was large in every aspect of his being, from his physical size, to his personality, to his emotions, to his cock and right now without any sort of warmup you were especially reminded of that.

This was much rougher than his usual self. Halsin usually preferred things on the firmer side, as did you, neither of you were exactly fragile and pushing limits had its fun, but this was something else all together. From the beginning his pace was brisk, a sort desperation to his movements as if he felt like he was going to explode if he did not have you right then and there. And you and never been so aroused.

You let out a moan as you relaxed and adjusted to him, letting do as he wished and enjoying his sudden forwardness. The moan seemed to spur him on, pushing him to thrust even deeper now that you had relaxed enough to fully accept his length and it felt incredible.

“Gods you feel so good, fuck” you moaned and swore he felt larger than previous times.

Halsin was very much a man of give and take, of slow methodical pleasure. This however, was more base, almost instinctual feeling in comparison.

His breath was heavy in you ear, a strong departure from his usual verbosity. Where he typically sung your praises instead you were met with growls and panting.

You were shoved into the cabinet over the course of his thrusting, the edge of the counter digging into your hips, Halsin’s torso flush against your back was keeping you pinned against the furniture, preventing you from moving, not that you wanted to be anywhere else. He kept his pace steady as he rubbed your clit and his teeth found the side of your neck, biting harder than he normally did, his nails dug into your breast where his hand was pinned between you and the counter.

Breathing was difficult from his weight pressing down on you, but it only seemed to intensify everything. Your breath came in shallow gasps as you felt yourself getting close, every stroke filling you fully and pushing you to the edge. A wordless whine crept into your voice mixed with short gasps, you did not know how much more you could take, but you wanted this to last as long as possible.

This directness from him, the lust, the dominance, it was such a different side of him. Before Halsin, you had been the dominant one in all your encounters, then with Halsin while you swapped who was in the lead you would not say either of you was truly dominant. This though? This reminded you of an animal in heat; intense, rough, not just a want but a visceral need driven by something subconscious. Being desired so carnally, at such a base level lit a fire in your belly in a way few other things ever had.

Your finish washed over you, an intense buzz that started between your legs and dispersed through every inch of your body. You howled and panted his name like you never had before.

Halsin continued his relentless pace and pulled you closer to him even. His breathing was ragged and hot on you neck and you were suddenly acutely aware of how small you felt compared to him as you basked in the afterglow and tried to catch your breath.

“Fuck me full” you told him, “make me feel every last drop”.

This seemed to put him over the edge, he pumped into you hard, nearly enough to knock the breath out of you and moaned loudly.

You did feel it, every drop flooding into you and dripping down your leg, every twitch of his cock as he met his release. Halsin remained in you, gasping for air and coming back down to the ground.

Air flooded your lungs as he leaned his weight off you and his kisses peppered your back and shoulders. You straightened yourself out and assessed the state you were in: bruises marked your hips where you were bent over the counter, nail marks dug into your breast, and you were certain you had bite marks on your neck. Not that any of it mattered, you loved seeing his marks on your body.

“I’m not complaining, but that was… intense” you broke the silence.

“I’m sorry my love, I just needed you so badly” he wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Oh don’t apologize, it was incredible. I didn’t know you ever got like that. You were so dominant, so, I don’t know? Instinctual? I don’t know if that’s the right word but I have never been so turned on”.

“Oh!” He said in surprise, “well, in that case, I can definitely promise you more”.

~

Over the next 3 days it continued much the same. Any time you bent over, or showed much skin, or really did much of anything there was Halsin, begging you to let him fuck you. Every ask was tinged with heavy desperation and lust previously unknown to you, and the moment you let him it was a torrid of rough sex in the first position he could get you in.

You lay there now in bed, naked with his cock pressed against your backside. Your legs are sore, your back is sore, every bit of you inside and out is on the verge of raw.

“My love, my heart, I am loving all of this but I concede, I can’t keep up. What’s come over you?” you ask.

“Come over me? No this is pretty normal for now” he answers.

“Normal? For now?” you ask again.

“Yes, this time of year is typically mating season for bears” he said matter of factly, as if that was all the explanation that was needed.

“You aren’t a bear”.

“No, but you spend enough time as one and the instincts start to stick around afterwards”.

At this point you could not tell if he was serious or not. The whole thing was so matter of fact, but you had never heard anything about wildshape affecting a Druid like that.

You took a deep breath to gather your thoughts before beginning “Alright, so, right now you-“

“Want to fuck you against every surface in this house and surrounding forest until my scent covers every inch of you and you’re carrying our child. If you’ll let me”.

“And you remember that that’s not possible right? Even long before I met you I’ve been too stabbed and banged up to ever be able to carry a child. Something I’ve told you and that you said that you were alright with”.

“I’m aware, but instinct is instinct and I’m more that happy to try. Especially if that means we’ll just try forever”.

That answer satisfied you.

“I can be happy with that. But one last thing my love”.

“Anything. Say the word and there’s no length I wouldn’t go to fulfill your wish”.

“Find some positions that don’t hurt my thighs so much. Because if you pin me to the wall again there’s no way my legs are going to hold out”.

Halsin let out a deep laugh, a true and joyous laugh. “My love! I wished you had said something sooner! My thinking isn’t the clearest right now but if I had known-“ out of the corner of your eye you saw the gentle warm glow of healing magic as the hand that had been resting just under your bellybutton moved to your sore legs, “I would have helped with that”.

Much of the soreness and ache recedes as the soft glow fades.

“Actually one more thing, there’s been a few times I’ve been a little raw- uh- inside from all of this. Is there anything that can be done…?” you trail off.

“Yes! There are a few things I can make, perhaps a salve that provides some extra lubrication and maybe something a bit cooling feeling? I could do that, would that work?”

“I think so, and I’d be more than happy to try at any rate”

You feel him press your hips back against his and the throb of his still erect cock on your skin.

“Out of bed. Now. Salve first, trying to breed me after”.

Halsin sighs, not like he could complain about anything. He stumbles a bit as he attempts to pull his pants on, any attempt at salve making would require getting ingredients from the forest and town, and one of those requires pants.

“And love!” you call as he walks out the door, “If that salve works and you keep me from being so sore I’ll start wearing a shorter dress around the house with no panties, or maybe just nothing at all. I’ll give you blanket permission for the season to fuck me whenever you want, like nature intended”.

You had never seen Halsin move so fast to go get the shopping done.

[fanfictiongirlie]

Marvel Sing For You - Chapter One of Two

Parings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Description: When she sings she heals anyone around, she joined the Avengers as their official healer. And Steve asks her to heal Bucky.

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 909

Music was my thing, it calmed me, and healed others. My entire life, wherever I sung, people around me felt calm too, I could stop arguments by humming, it was my gift. 

Not only did I have the calming effect, I could also heal with my vocal cords, it's what I did for a living, all throughout New York, I was known for healing as I sung. It felt wonderful to help people, however it wasn't all wonderful. 

I occasionally had people scream at me to sing for them, if I didn't sing people would become hostile, sometimes I would be suck for hours singing for so many people in public. 

Eventually Tony Stark offered me a job with the Avengers, as their official healer, I worked alongside with them and it was amazing. I even got my very own suite in the Avengers Tower, a place where I could be safe and relaxed, a place where I could sing and dance to my hearts content. 

When I first started working for the Avengers, it was exhausting, they would be gone for a mission for days, sometimes weeks, and when they came back, tired and hurt from all the work they had been doing, they all gathered into the training room, and I would sing for them. Tony had even built me a stage, so I could actually perform for them, and heal their wounds with my voice. 

Sometimes I would have to go out into the battle with them, I was trained to fight and heal at the same time, overall, I was happy. I loved helping people.. That's why I told Steve I'd help with his friend. 

I was in the kitchen on the morning I met him, I was making a coffee when I heard Steve cough behind me, I twirled around smiling, to see Steve standing there, in his Captain America uniform, Tony and Natasha were to the side of him, and on the other side was a man, who looked as buff as Steve, he looked darker, dirtier.

"Hey kid" Tony smiled to me, he motioned to the breakfast bar, I nodded and quietly copied them, each of us sitting on the chairs. My eyes met the man's eyes, he looked so sad, so broken. 

"Y/N, this is Bucky, Bucky this is Y/N" Steve spoke slowly to Bucky. I had only heard Bucky's name once, Steve had told me he lost him. I was beyond confused. 

"We'll be ok" Steve smiled to Nat and Tony, and they left. I couldn't look away from Bucky, I could feel his pain, his sorrow. The one downfall of my power, I could always feel what everyone was feeling. It's why I loved helping, I loved making the pain go away. I had never known pain like Bucky's. 

"I can feel his pain" I whispered, Bucky's eyes widened at me. 

"Can you fix him?" Steve asked desperately. 

"Yes, but it might take a while.." I explained "Does he know how I heal?" I asked, I had a feeling if I suddenly started singing it would freak him out. 

"He knows" Steve smiled sadly, he lifted a hand to gently pat Bucky's shoulder, which make Bucky flinch so hard I felt myself flinch. 

"I'm going to leave, let you do your thing" Steve smiled "5 minutes, that's how long I'll be gone" He explained, I nodded and watched him leave. 

I turned my eyes back to Bucky, his eyes were on his hands, which were resting on the table. I stood up slowly, which got Bucky's attention, I wasn't sure he would even talk to me. 

"Bucky" I whispered, his sad eyes were looking into mine, watching what I was doing, as I stepped closer to sit on the chair next to his, I felt the pain intensify. 

"Is this ok?" I ask, my knees close to his, he turned his body to face mine, he nodded warily. 

"Do you know what's going to happen?" I asked, he shook his head to say no, I nodded and took a deep breath, his eyes were still trained on mine. 

"My power Bucky, it's weird, I'll sing and you'll feel the music.. my voice flowing through you veins, it's very personal, you'll feel me completely" I explain, he nodded to let me know he understood and then he coughed, clearing his throat. 

"Y/N, please" He whimpered, I nodded, it hurt knowing how much he was hurting. I felt how much he was hurting, only I could feel. 

I drew in a deep breath, closed my eyes and started to sing. I sung softly, and gentle. I felt my song reach towards him, and I heard him gasp. I've been told it feels weird at first, feeling someone else's voice. It wasn't normal, it felt weird, I had never tried healing someone this hurt. 

It felt different, like it was draining me more than usual, it was exhausting, I kept singing, but I felt dizzier and more lightheaded with each word. 

Steve came back into the room once I had stopped singing, I suspected he had been listening. 

"How do you feel Bucky?" He asked, and Bucky shrugged. 

"Better I guess" He muttered, I hopped off the chair and Steve had to catch me as I wobbled. 

"It will take a few tries Steve" I smiled weakly, I hobbled over to the couch and closed my eyes, a nap would be good. 

[matttgirlies]

Matt & Me🎀

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a story heavily based on Priscilla Presley’s Book “Elvis & Me” based in the 1950’s - 1970’s.

fem! reader x singer! matt

disclaimer!! - in no way am i saying matt would ever support or do these kind of things, for the sake of the book certain unethical things do happen at times.

warnings - death of loved one,, age gap

Chapter 2

The fog was so thick on the Autobahn back to Wiesbaden that I didn’t get home until 2 a.m. My parents had waited up, wanting to know everything that had happened. I told them Matt was a gentleman, that he was funny and entertained his friends all night, and that I’d had a wonderful time.

The next day in school, I couldn’t concentrate. My thoughts were entirely on Matt. I tried to recall every word he’d said to me, every song he’d sung, every look in his eyes as he’d gazed at me. I went over and over our conversation. His charm was captivating. I told no one. Who would ever believe that just the night before, I’d been with Matt Sturniolo?

I never expected to hear from him again. Then, a few days later, the phone rang. It was Steven. He said he’d just got a call from Matt, who wondered if it was possible for Steven to bring me over that night. I was ecstatic. “Steven, you don’t mean it? He wants to see me? Why? When did he call?” Unable to answer all my questions, Steven said calmly, “You want me to ask your father?”

My parents were as surprised as I. They reluctantly acceded to Steven’s request.

The next visit was very much like the one before—small talk, singing, Matt playing the piano, and everyone eating Grandma’s favorite dishes. But later, when Matt had finished singing, he came up to me. “I want to be alone with you, y/n.”

We were standing face to face, staring into each other’s eyes. I looked around. The room was empty.

“We are alone,” I replied nervously.

He moved closer, backing me against the wall. “I mean really alone,” he whispered. “Will you come upstairs to my room?”

The question threw me into a panic. His room?

Until that moment, it hadn’t crossed my mind that Matt Sturniolo might be interested in me sexually. He could have any girl in the world. Why would he want me?

“There’s nothing to be frightened of, Honey.”

As he spoke, he was smoothing my hair. “I swear I’ll never do anything to harm you.” He sounded absolutely sincere. “I’ll treat you just like a sister.” Flustered and confused, I looked away.

“Please.”

Standing there looking into his eyes, I was drawn to him almost against my will. I believed him; it wasn’t a difficult thing to do. I had discovered by now his intentions were warm and sincere. Moments went by and I still couldn’t do anything. Then I nodded. “All right, I’ll go.”

He took my hand and led me toward the stairs, whispering which room was his, and said, “You go on ahead, and I’ll join you in a few minutes. It looks better.”

He headed toward the kitchen as I slowly climbed the stairs, wondering, What would he demand of me? Expect of me? I will be completely alone with him for the first time. Since meeting him I had dreamed of this moment, sure that it would never arrive, and now I was in the midst of a reality I’d never expected.

I reached the second floor and found his bedroom. It was as plain and impersonal as the other rooms of the house. I went in and sat down primly on a stiff-backed chair—and waited. When Matt didn’t show up after a few minutes, I began to look around. It was an ordinary room with nothing unusual, certainly nothing to imply that it belonged to a famous rock-and-roll singer. There were books, a collection of records, his uniforms, and his boots. There were several letters from girls in the States on his night table. Many were from someone named Nicole. Matt rarely mentioned Nicole, but everyone knew he had a girl back home. I wanted to read the letters but was afraid he’d catch me. It was another twenty minutes before he finally appeared. He came in, removed his jacket, turned on the radio, and then sat down on his bed. I hardly looked at him, petrified of what he might expect. I imagined him grabbing me, throwing me down on the bed, and making love to me.

Instead he said, “Why don’t you come over here and sit next to me?” I was reluctant, but he assured me that I had nothing to be afraid of. “I really like you, y/n. You’re refreshing. It’s nice to talk to someone from back home. I miss that. It gets a little lonely here.”

I sat next to him, saying nothing, but I was touched by his vulnerable, boyish quality. He went on to say that our relationship was going to be important to him and that he needed me. It was October and he was scheduled to return to the States in six months. He knew lots of girls, he said, and many had come to visit as I had, but I was the first girl with whom he felt a real closeness.

I cuddled into his arms, certain he would not move too fast. He held me closely, saying, “I just wish Mom could have been here to meet you.” He sighed and a troubled look came over his face. “She would have liked you as much as I do.”

“I wish I could have met her,” I whispered, moved by his sincerity.

I was to learn that Matt’s mother, Mary Lou, was the love of his life. She had died on August 14, 1958, at age forty-two, of heart failure following a long siege of acute hepatitis.

He expressed how deeply he loved and missed her and how in many ways he dreaded returning to Graceland without her there. It had been his gift to her, a private estate that he’d purchased for $100,000 a year before she died.

Matt believed that his mother had eventually given up on life. Her health had begun to deteriorate when he was drafted. Her love for James and Matt was so great that she could never face the loss of either of them and often said she wanted to be the first to go. In Mary Lou’s naive, country way she assumed that Germany still represented war and danger. She could never comprehend that peacetime conditions now prevailed.

It was Matt’s habit to phone Mary Lou every day. I was surprised to learn that up until the time he began entertaining, he never spent a night away from home. He told me of the time his car caught on fire while on the road and he barely escaped with his life. Although she was miles away, Mary Lou sat straight up in her bed and screamed his name—the intuitive link between them was that strong. Her concern for his welfare while he was away from home was so great that she would spend sleepless nights until his call came, telling her he was safe.

When he was in basic training at Fort Hood, Texas, he rented a house off base for James, Mary Lou, and Grandma. I felt that her death affected him more than anyone could fully understand. He blamed himself for not being with her when she fell ill and had to be sent back home to Boston under a doctor’s care.

In time he realized that Mary Lou had resorted to drinking, and he was very concerned that this could become a problem. As much as he consoled her, assured her that he would return in eighteen months, and even begged her to join him, Mary Lou’s fear of losing her only son drove her to her grave.

Matt’s unrelieved depression over Mary Lou’s death was intensified by the conflict in Matt’s mind over Angela Stanley, who James had met in Germany. Angela and his father had become inseparable shortly after Mary Lou’s death, too soon to Matt’s liking. An attractive blonde in her thirties, Angela was in the process of divorcing her husband and was separated from him and her three children when she started dating James. The thought that his father could ever conceive of replacing Mary Lou upset Matt terribly. He also had doubts about Angela’s intentions and whether they were in his father’s best interest.

“What’s Angela trying to do?” Matt sometimes asked suspiciously. “Make him into some dude he’s not? Why can’t she just accept him the way he is? I’ve never seen him so lovesick. She meets him at some restaurant and exchanges love notes all day.”

My heart went out to Matt that night as he confided his problems and worries. He was a world-famous entertainer, a great star, and yet a terribly lonely man.

Again our visit seemed to end too soon. He kissed me goodbye, my first real kiss. I had never experienced such a mixture of affection and desire. I was speechless but closely tied to the reality of where I was—locked in his arms, my mouth against his. Aware of my response—and my youth—he broke away first, saying, “We have plenty of time, Little One.” He kissed my forehead and sent me home.

By our fourth date, Dad had laid down the law: “If you want to continue seeing Matt, we’re going to have to meet him.” My parents weren’t so enthralled with his celebrity status that they were willing to compromise their principles. In the beginning it was convenient for Steven to come for me and bring me home, but by now my parents were asking why Matt didn’t do this himself. One Saturday night I said to Matt, “My parents want to meet you. They want you to pick me up.”

He bristled. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” I said nervously, “I can’t come see you anymore unless you come and meet my parents.”

He agreed—provided he could bring his father along.

That day I went through my usual routine except instead of being ready one hour in advance it was two. I waited by the window, looking for his car as I played his records“Old Shep,” “I Was the One,” and “I Want You, I Need You, I Love You”—nonstop until my father yelled from the kitchen, “Do you have to play those records now? My God, the man will be here in a few minutes and you see him practically every night. I’d think you’d want to take a breather from each other.”

I was nervous. I knew that Dad wanted Matt to both pick me up and bring me home himself—and he planned to tell Matt this.

I didn’t know how Dad was going to approach him—whether he planned to be friendly or stern—and I knew only too well how stern Dad could be. I sat there, anticipating the worst.

About an hour later, I spotted Matt’s BMW and saw Matt and his father emerge from the car. Matt had come totally prepared; he was wearing his uniform to impress Dad. He knew that the service was their connection, and he played on it. He looked great.

He took off his hat and kissed me on the cheek. I asked him and his father in and led them into our living room, where Matt fidgeted and seemed, for once, at a loss for words. “Are your parents here?” he ventured. I could manage only a nod and he continued, “I know we’re a little late, but I had to get cleaned up—and we had some trouble finding the place.” I was amused—imagine, Matt Sturniolo making up excuses. I was now sufficiently aware of his habits to know that it took him three hours to change, chat with the boys, enjoy one of Grandma’s huge meals, and sign a few autographs along the way. Except when he was working, he had a stricter attitude toward time.

While James settled on the couch, Matt pointed to our family portraits on the wall and said, “Look here, Dad—here’s y/n with her whole family. I think she looks like her mother. Can’t see too much resemblance with her brothers or sister—they’re still a little too young.” “Don’t cut your hair, Baby. I love it long like this. You’re one pretty girl. How’d I happen to run into you? Must be fate.” The last few observations were uttered in a whisper to me as my parents came in.

Instead of saying, “Hi,” as most young men would have done, Matt put out his hand and said, “Hello, I’m Matt Sturniolo and this is my dad, James.”

It sounded silly to me, they knew who he was, as did the whole world. But Matt was the perfect gentleman. My father was visibly impressed, and from that moment on, Matt always addressed him as Captain y/ln or Sir. This was characteristic of Matt, whatever a person’s position in life—whether doctor or lawyer, professor or motion-picture director, unless someone were in Matt’s immediate circle, Matt rarely used first names, even in dealing with people he’d known for years. As he once explained to me, “It’s simple. They’ve worked hard to get where they are. Someone should respect them.”

The conversation with my parents that night was just small talk. Matt said that he’d spent a busy day at the Kaserne and this led to an exchange about the service.

“What did they assign you to over here?” Dad asked, implying that it had better be a solid job if Matt wanted to take out his daughter.

“Sir, right now I’m basically driving a jeep for the Fourth Armored Division in Bad Nauheim.”

“That can be tough this time of year.”

“You’re not kidding, sir. We’ve had some pretty cold nights out there already. I have to be especially careful. I battle tonsillitis when my resistance gets low, which isn’t good for my voice.”

“I guess you’re looking forward to going home.”

“Yes, sir. Only five more months.”

Then Matt asked my parents how they liked being stationed in Germany.

“Very much,” Dad said. “We plan on being here for three years.”

There was a sudden silence. Then Dad offered dinner, but Matt said they didn’t have time. I sat attentively, observing Matt’s uneasiness and remembering his relaxed manner in his own home. He was on his best behavior and it was endearing. Mother was reserving judgment about this rock-and-roll star she had professed to dislike so much. I could see that his Southern charm was winning her over.

Finally, my father got around to explaining to Matt the y/ln dating rules. If he wanted to see me, Matt had to pick me up and bring me home. Matt explained that by the time he got off duty, went home, cleaned up, came to Wiesbaden and back, the evening would be gone. Would it be all right if his father would collect me?

Dad mulled this over, then expressed his concern. “Just what is the intent here? Let’s face it: You’re Matt Sturniolo. You have women throwing themselves at you. Why my daughter?”

Both Matt and James were caught offguard. James shifted from one side of the chair to the other, probably thinking, Okay, Matt, how are you going to get out of this one?

Matt said, “Well, sir, I happen to be very fond of her. She’s a lot more mature than her age and I enjoy her company. It hasn’t been easy for me, being away from home and all. It gets kinda lonely. I guess you might say I need someone to talk to. You don’t have to worry about her, Captain. I’ll take good care of her.”

Matt’s honesty disarmed Dad, just as it did my mother. I joined Matt as he stood, picked up his hat, and added, “Well, sir, we’ve got a long drive.”

There was one stipulation: Matt himself had to bring me home. He agreed, reassuring them that I would be well taken care of, that there were a lot of family members at his house. He could have ridiculed Dad’s request, yet he agreed to take me home every night. I was thrilled but contained my excitement. He really wanted to be with me.

The next night, when Matt brought me home, we parked in front of the pension. He poured out his heart to me, as he would continue to do throughout our time in Germany. He was lonely. He was unsure of how he would be received by his fans when he returned to the States.

When he’d entered the Army, he had been at the pinnacle of his fame. He’d recorded seventeen straight million-selling singles and had starred in four films, all of which had become box-office hits. When Matt was drafted there had been talk of him possibly joining the Special Services, where he could have sung and retained some rapport with the public. But Colonel William, his manager, and RCA were convinced that he should serve his country as a regular soldier, claiming that the public would respect Matt as a man if he went in as a buck private. Now Matt was afraid he might have lost the support of his fans.

While we were parked, one of the Frauleins who lived in the pension passed the car. She greeted me and then, when she glanced at Matt, her mouth dropped open in disbelief.

a/n - i know this is a slower paced story but its solely based off the book. there will be quite a lot of chapters and time skips so don’t worry too much! 🎀

Excerpt from: "Elvis and Me" by Priscilla Beaulieu Presley. Scribd.

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[fever-fluff]

Home IV

Word count: 2.3k (not proof read)

Azriel doesn't know what to think of her, and can no longer hide from the past few months of his life. He begins to think his choice wasn't the right one... Warnings: mentions of past trauma, panic attack, violence...

(Updates will be slower after the next one or two. I'm back to college and that unfortunately takes up an ungodly amount of my time)

Part III , Part V

When Azriel saw that his shadows had slithered from where he'd hidden them under his wings, he felt his soul drop to the very bottoms of his feet. His curiosity about her had been so strong that he hadn't even needed to voice it and they were itching to feel and listen for anything they could glean from her body sitting an arms length from his.

He should have called them back, but no one had ever sensed them before, he'd done this countless times in the past to know that. But her lack of one sense had heightened the ones she had left. Fae were apex predators when the time came for them to be, but many relied on their sight too much, and he had exploited that weakness for Rhysand many times.

The tendrils that had reached for her hand and legs were practically nothing, and could pass for a light chill in the evening weather to anyone else. Their dark complexion barely noticeable to even him. But she'd noticed, even before they'd reached her, and he'd been ensnared in his misstep, needing to reveal his greatest asset.

But Cauldron, her easy demeanor. It was irritating him beyond all reason. She didn't even blink in the presence of them when he'd said it, even bringing up her hand almost knowing it'd follow, and said hello.

He couldn't understand why he was so frustrated as he watched her let them explore and return back to him in due time, their song to him sung softly of all they learned. Truly blind and light, so light like a feather. Swift power, like water - no, wind. Light, light as a feather-

He drowned it out with a rumble of a growl, they'd repeat themselves for eternity if he allowed.

"Is there a particular reason for you souring mood, Shadowsinger?" the mirth in her voice grated on him. "No, not particularly" "Then I'd be making quick work of changing it before Aodhan returns if I were you, he doesn't take well to unfriendly company." Why was she still smiling?

Aodhan had in fact made his return not long after. With a quick word of goodnight she had turned from the two on her mat and seemed to fall into quick slumber. Here, in a forest with an unknown male with unknown powers, who could easily overpower the much younger Aodhan beside him. Brien, who's name he'd learned earlier, had been circling above until she had turned in for the night and he shifted to a larger version of the feline Azriel had first seem him in, and curled himself round her small body.

Aodhan didn't seem inclined to follow her and Azriel found the thought of sleep unsavory. Since that night of Elain's confession, he'd found it hard to command and ended up hiding from his body's natural call to it. So the two sat, staring at the slowly dimming fire until his companion had tossed another log onto the embers.

Aodhan had returned to his jumpy nature leading Azriel to throw him a bone with a sharp deliver of out with it so he could contemplate in peace. "What's Prythian like?"

Of course, the male had rarely seen outside of the islands, never mind crossing the ocean to the west. "It depends, its split into courts, some seasonal, some, like mine, named after a time of the day. Each one holds certain deep magic which is controlled by the High Lords chosen by it." Aodhan mulled over his words and the two began sharing back and forth of the Fae that resided there and their customs, before naturally turning to the Night Court itself. At that, Azriel shared small snippets of truth in clipped words, barely painting a blurry picture for Aodhan to discern what his home was like., but it seemed that like everyone he knew and loved there, Aodhan was a busybody who didn't know when to stop pushing.

"Do you like it there?" Azriel bristled at the question, "why wouldn't I?"

"That's not an answer." Mother, he was so much worse. He shot to his feet as crossed to the opposite side of the fire, shooting "it's the only answer you're getting" over his shoulder.

Truth was, as Azriel tried to find a half decent position to rest, that he didn't have an answer. He loved his brothers, loved Feyre and Mor. He respected Nesta and Amren and Elain he- his mind didn't allow him to delve into thoughts of that. Did he like it there?

If you had asked him that question 60 years ago, his answer would be yes, he did. He had everything he needed, felt like he had a place in the world Rhys was making. He felt wanted. But with everything that had happened, he hadn't thought of what he'd wanted for so long. Rhys found Feyre, Cassian was tormented by Nesta, even Amren had hoarded a pretty male into her collection of beautiful things. Azriel had... no one.

Trying not to dwell on the thoughts, he closed his eyes in surrender to sleep, hoping it would be better than reality for a moment.

Everything was pitch black, there was no light coming from anywhere, and yet Azriel looked to his hands and could see them. But there weren't his, at least they hadn't been for centuries. They were small, red and shaking as they'd been in his youth after his half brothers' experiment. He called to his shadows but none answered in the depths of the void around him. Something else did.

He could hear them, the voices. Ones that sounded like Rhys, Cassian, his mother. But what they were saying didn't seem like them. Poor little Azriel, all alone in the world with no one on his side. The voices melted together slowly, grating on every nerve in Azriel's young body. What will you do now little Bastard? Not even Elain wants you, how could you think we'd ever wanted you? You shouldn't be here, should've stayed in the flames.

Panic squeezed Azriel's chest, locking his breath away and left him grasping at his neck, clawing as if he'd be able to breathe again if he could just rip it open.

Why do you think we sent you away? We don't want you here, there is no place for you in this world. No place for a brute who's only talent is killing and maiming on someone else's orders.

He tried to block it out, to remember his family, his true family. They wouldn't want this for him, they -

Do you truly believe that? You were just a dog leashed long enough to do the work none of us wanted to soil our hands with. What use are you now that peace overrules war? You are violence Azriel, cold violence and secrets no one needs getting out. You're a hindrance to this peace we want, you're nothing.

No, no, it wasn't true. Azriel. His family still needed him, Rhys still needed him-

Really? Then why are you here, and not with him?

Azriel couldn't breathe, Azriel and no matter how much he tore at his neck the skin just wouldn't break. Azriel He was choking, on the lost air and the words bouncing in the cold around him. Azriel Why, why was he fighting it? Azriel He was alone, why was he still tryin-

"Azriel!"

His hand shot out on instinct, pure unbridled instinct as he gripped something. Truth-teller in the other hand just as fast and pressed against something soft, breakable. Azriel couldn't see past the dots of black in his vision, couldn't hear over the roaring in his ears for precious seconds until he picked up on something muffled in it all. Something soft and firm, even - a voice.

"You're in the forest north of Indere, you're heading for Inis Gaoithe. You travel with two others, can you remember their names?" Azriel could finally look to her and the blade he pressed to her neck that had pulled a crimson bead from the flesh with the pressure he held it with. Nodding, he repeated her name and Aodhan's, slowly easing his grip on her arm and taking away the steel as his breathing evened.

She nodded back to him, slowly falling back on her knees and loosing a breath she must have been holding in fear of splitting herself anymore on the blade. The cut was shallow, and had already healed over, but the smear of red was still there and Azriel felt dread creep up his spine at how close he had been to slicing her neck in pure panic.

She stood slowly and offered him a hand, helping him from where he sat. Brien was nowhere to be found, and Aodhan slept undisturbed at the opposite side of the long dead fire. How had he not-

"He didn't hear a thing, I made sure of it." Her voice cut through his thoughts once again, and although he wanted to ask how, he just nodded and gulped down the air around him. "There's a stream not too far from us, come." She didn't wait for his reply and began walking, not looking to see him following.

The cool water pulled him out of the last dregs of shock that sat on his mind while he watched her clean the blood from her neck. She sat back, silent, and he'd cleaned his neck and hands of the sweat and dirt. "Wash your blade as well." there was no room to argue that he had already wiped it before he'd replaced into the sheath at his side. And her tone suggested he should do as she said or there'd be hel to pay.

He couldn't look at her, not with the shame that had been building in him for quite some time now, as he apologised. "Why are you apologising?"

Heat burned on the back of his neck, "I shouldn't have grabbed at you like that. I hurt you and I'm sor-"

"Stop."

She moved to his side, and turned his face towards her with a strength he didn't know she would possess. "Do not apologise for that. I put myself there knowing there could be a consequence for waking you up like that. I chose to take that risk. Do not think me a fool who doesn't know that you are capable of using instinct to ensure your survival in a time of panic." He wanted to argue, to refuse what she was saying. But wasn't it true? He was panicking, and in blind fear of himself had done what had been instilled in him as a boy - to react. It didn't make his actions right, but it didn't make them wrong either. All he could do was tear his face from her hand and stare at the water running lazily beneath him.

She was already rising to return when she spoke again. "The sun won't be up for a few more hours, I'll send Brien for you when we need to set off again." Some part of him was grateful that she had not pressed him to return with her, but it was small and he did not answer her. It seemed she didn't expect one as she was already finding her way back to their temporary camp.

He hadn't moved from the stream when the familiar came from him. Barely felt himself lift and slowly walk back with the feline slightly ahead. The words he'd heard from the voices sat heavy in his mind the entire journey that day, even Aodhan steered clear of him. They'd have half a day's travel left when they'd stop to camp the following night, and Azriel was no better than when he'd been in the morning.

The question of why had swallowed him. Why was he here? Why had everything come to this? Why wasn't he enough for Elain? Why had she put herself in danger to pull him from his own plagued mind?

Azriel was supposed to be the one with the answers, and yet they evaded him like they didn't even exist.

He had no reasoning, no logic to pull him from this. He didn't even know if he'd find them in his near future. Did he even want these answers?

She'd barely spoken a word to him after the stream, and when there was cause for conversation, it was light and brief. She didn't flit around him as if he would crack, but seemed to distance herself to give him space. He didn't know how he felt about it. He couldn't feel anything beyond the self loathing eating at him slowly. Maybe he was wrong, that he wouldn't be able to do this. He could barely hold himself together, how could he convince a world separated from his for so long to rejoin it? He should just leave at the first chance he got, forget about this whole self righteous bullshit.

But as if sensing his decision Brien had not left his side like he was to keep watch over him, like a fawn ready to dart at the first smell of danger. He walked everywhere Azriel walked, and flew so close he was sure the familiar would perch itself on his back and mooch off him the rest of the way. She was holding him to his word whether he liked it or not.

They carried on. At the first sign of the coast, Azriel wondered if he had imposed himself to imprisonment on the islands barely visible over the crashing and swelling of waves so high they looked to swallow the horizon whole.

TAGLIST @mis-lil-red , @justdreamstars , @florencemtrash

[bananabebread]

And this is my first drawn fanart (with a bit of writing too) I've ever done, and it's for @teshamerkel's PMD Seekers of Soul which I very much enjoy. When I was just drawing this I was listening to 'Deadman's Gun' from Red Dead Redemption and 'Butterfly' sung by Willie Nelson, which I think might be pretty good when thinking about Tobias' character. Anyways, I guess if you want to read the little thing along with this you can now, hope your having a nice day or night. He strummed the guitar strings slowly, humming out a tune he'd felt in him many times before. He focused on the resonating vibrations of sound that echoed out and attempted to ignore the weight that rested on his shoulder- Nia.

He played this tune silently many nights when he knew she had fallen deep into sleep. Trying to drown away the thoughts of things she'd said before, all about wanting to leave this place.

Whenever those words were spoken it felt like there was a cord in him that threatened to snap, and the tension it was under too great to be held up. He didn't want her to leave, she had grown heavy on him. Maybe it was the first time in years he'd ever felt this way with somebody else.

Still strumming, he felt a tear swell up into his eye, and on instinct move his hand from the guitar to his head to wipe it away. But, he stopped short, and let the tear fall.

But shortly it was replaced, and the built-up tensions on that cord eased as more and more tears built up in his eyes.

Taking a shivery breath he brought himself back to the guitar, his hands trembled ever so slightly as he began to play it out and sing quietly.

So

This is it

You're leaving

Now...

His voice cracked and his hands became more and more shaky as he continued to play and sing through the chords and quarter notes. The music became quieter and slower, and in turn, so did the instrument.

The tune near its end had become quiet and shaky until the sound that emanated from it had completely diminished. Finally, he rested his instrument on the soft ground. His tears still kept going, and he still let them.

He cradled his head into his arms and through quiet weeps and raspy breaths he thought to himself. Maybe for a moment, he hoped Nia would wake and ask him in her soft, concerned voice- "Is everything okay?"

[jemmo]

ive had this ramble bubbling under the surface since watching the first 2 eps of t8s, but talking to @heesulovebot and @bengiyo ‘s posts have finally managed to organise my thoughts, about why this feels so queer and un-bl, and i think it’s because, even though unspoken, the characters recognise this as queer too. i can think of so many countless bl’s where things don’t start out gay, be it enemies to lovers or friends to lovers or characters not knowing what their feelings are or ignoring them or rejecting them, no matter what it is, it’s like the gayness is slowly eeked out. but this show, in the simplest way, makes it gay from the start, by showing us the beginnings of a relationship, a meeting and a first introduction and a getting to know each other, that is really very basic. one of the things i hear a lot when people dismiss same sex chemistry in shows unless it’s stated, like when people are arguing for the inferred same sex relationship, is “if this was a man and a woman, would you think it’s romantic?”, and so often an answer is yes bc we’re still stuck in this mindset of seeing opposite sex interactions as inherently romantic, while same sex interactions as inherently friendly. you can take any number of jihyun’s and jaewon’s interactions, their first exchange outside the bar, exchanging names, jaewon wanting to go to the restaurant to see jihyun, jihyun joining the club to get closer to jaewon, the sharing earbuds, the buying food, the keeping him out the smoke, the list goes on of big to tiny details that if it were a man and a woman, anyone would read it as romantic, and yet no one in the show yet recognises it as that or voices it. and that’s what is so good and so queer about this story. bc queerness can often hide in plain sight, as long as the two at the center of it recognise it as what it is. they know this isn’t just friendly, and yet they can use this veil of male friendship to disguise all the blatant flirting they do. THAT. IS SO. QUEER. heck, how many times are queer relationships referred to as some take on a ‘special friendship’. its how we hide in plain sight. it’s how we can brush hands and shower together and sit together round a camp fire at night with music being sung and look fondly into each other’s eyes and yet no one else in that circle is none the wiser. its how we, as an audience, know this is queer, not bc of the label put on the show, but bc of how our characters act. whether they know how they feel or not at this point, the way they act, and how those actions portray those feelings, let’s us in. queer media is kind of like a secret language like that, a whole thing you have to know how to speak so that you can understand the intricacies of what’s being said. and untangling and decoding the meaning of the word friend is one of those things specific to the queer experience, which makes the use of it here absolute genius.

[convexicalcrow]

There was something to be said about the way Cub was staring at the ground. Not in a bad way, or in a curious way. Sort of like... Almost staring at his feet, but also gazing at nothing in particular. He was in a strange mood, if he was honest. Too much going on as usual.

The city was quiet, which was unusual for the time of day, but the rain was probably keeping a lot of people inside. Except Cub, of course. The pavement was wet and glistening, the rain falling softly around him. He walked slowly, lost in thought.

He'd forever claim he had too many thoughts, but it was a lie. There was only ever one thought: Scar. And not in any kind of bad way either. Cub was just forever thinking about Scar. How his day was going, what he was up to, whether he'd arrive back in time for dinner, whether he'd booked another amazing date for them, the usual. Scar just occupied his thoughts. He was a man obsessed, and he was more than happy to admit it.

He smiled as he saw the park approaching. It was bright lush green today, in spite of the damp, and perhaps he fancied a walk through there today when the park would be far less busy. He crossed the street, umbrella at hand, and headed in through the gates.

It was a different place here. It was like the walls of the park insulated him from the world outside. Cub didn't mind. He felt it's what he needed. There were a couple of very committed dog walkers that he passed, but he mostly had the park to himself.

It was strange to see it empty, as if some apocalypse had happened while he was at work this morning, and now everyone had gone except for him. He stopped under trees, paused near park benches, wandered through the paths with a peaceful heart. All it needed was Scar, and his day would be perfect.

If only, though. Scar worked across town. There was no way he'd get here in time before Cub had to head back to the office. Still, Cub liked to dream. Maybe he'd bring him here on the weekend. The weather was supposed to be warming up by then. Maybe they'd take a picnic and a rug, and a thermos of coffee, and enjoy their time together. It had been a while since they'd just spend a morning together.

Cub stopped by the lake, watching all the ducks swimming by. He followed a small path over to the gazebo in the middle, where he could sit in the dry. He shook his umbrella out and sat down. He slipped out a small notebook and pen, and opened it to a new page.

Words circled through his head. That did tend to happen in a place like this. All the poetry in the world seemed to find him here. He sketched, wrote out words, tried out different phrases. The birds sung their encouragement. Every now and then, he tapped out a beat with his foot.

He took out his phone, called Scar. "Hey, Scar, can you hum a little tune for me? Something to get me inspired?"

"Oh, sure, I can do that. What kind of- oh I know where you are. Here, try this," Scar said as he began to hum.

Cub smiled. Scar always knew what he needed. The tune was bright, but cosy, reminding Cub of their ski trip last year. Not the skiing itself, but of the lodge they stayed at that was forever the warmest place they'd ever found. Big rooms, big roaring fire, and big mugs of hot cocoa. Maybe next year they'd go back again.

Cub made more sketches. Drafted more lines. Somehow, he felt it getting closer. He could see it forming in his mind. A distant roar of thunder rumbled across the sky.

"I sang a song, the thunderer roared, and all went back to hide. I sang a song below the sky, and it becan to cry." Cub paused, quietly reading the words again. "Hmm. I like the rhythm, but not the words."

He put his pen and notebook away and grabbed his umbrella. He needed to look at the flowers. That would help him find his muse.

The beds were large and well-planted with many different kinds of flowers. Not all reminded him of Scar, but some did. Really, he was looking for the right flower, and the right scent, that would give his thoughts form.

There was a beautiful rhododendron, and a big bright spray of chrysanthemums. Cub liked these. He liked how they looked in the rain, too. Maybe he took a couple of photos to share with Scar when he got home. He always loved seeing pictures of the flowers.

"I see thee in thy brightness, I see thee in thy sorrow, my friends, my flowers, shining bright, against a dark grey sky," Cub said, half-singing the words that came to mind as he saw them.

He wandered over to the roses. Traditional, of course. But his eyes were drawn to some sunflowers, whose yellow faces shone more brightly than anything else. Cub went over to them and softly brushed the petals. That was Scar right there. His sunshine. His sunflower.

"One day you'll see, that the light you shine, that you shine just for me, burns brighter and hotter than a thousand stars, giving life to all you touch. Laugh, cry, turn your face to the sun, for all that you are is beautiful," Cub murmured.

[mybl--dyvalentine]

Insufferable જ⁀➴ Vernon

✮ idol! vernon x manager! fem! reader

✮ Summary: Job searching wasn't always the easiest. Employers read your resume and completely brush you off once they deem you as unfit. Until an unexpected acceptance from one of the biggest idol companies in the world reached you. Who knew that the job would lead to a meeting of fate.

✮ Genre: Angst? girl idk.

✮ Warnings: Swearing and a near death experience

✮ Word Count: 2,832

Y/N:

The sound of birds chirping filled the room, which woke me up. I blink until my vision begins to clear and stare at the ceiling, contemplating whether or not to be productive or procrastinate. My phone lights up with a notification. I pick up my phone and stare at the notification, processing what it says. 

"Hybe Labels... Why does that sound so familiar?"

I swipe up and press on the safari app. Halfway through typing in Hybe Labels to look it up, I remember. THE Hybe Labels emailed ME? I applied for so many different jobs that I completely forgot about which companies I even applied to. A small scream left my mouth before I grasped the situation. I have to open the email. Anticipation took over my body, controlling it to the point where I stood and stared at my phone for a couple minutes. After building up enough courage, I opened the email. 

Hybe Labels: Employment

Hello Y/N,

After careful consideration, we ultimately decided to hire you as a manager! The group you will be managing is SEVENTEEN. We will provide more information after we get your verbal acceptance during a meeting with the head manager. 

Best Regards,

Sung-Ho

I fall back onto my bed and let out a huge sigh. After job hunting for so long, I thought I'd end up broke this month. I grin and get up, ready to start my day.

"Who knew picking an outfit would be so difficult?" I say to myself while looking in my mirror and posing.

Currently, I'm sporting a fitted grey button-down tucked into a darker grey pencil skirt with black pumps and black tights. My hair is up in a claw clip, and I decided to wear black rectangle glasses to complete the outfit. The goal was to look like a manager, and I ended up looking like a generic office worker.

"Well, at least it's business casual." I say while grabbing my phone to check the time.

"Oh shoot! It's already 11 am? I need to leave right now."

After grabbing my purse and keys, I ran to my car. I finally head to Hybe Headquarters. After parking, I realized I forgot to do makeup. In a rush, I quickly slapped on some lip balm, lip tint, concealer, mascara, and blush. I exit my car immediately after and speed walk to the entrance. The place is very sleek and modern. It exudes richness and is kind of intimidating. I look around the lobby and see a person who looks like a receptionist. I quickly make my way towards them.

"Hi, I'm here for a meeting with the head manager?" I ask.

"What's your name?" They say.

"Y/N." I say with a smile.

They look at their monitor and start typing. The typing went on for who knows how long until I was snapped back into reality by their voice.

"Okay, you can head up. The head manager is going to be there at 2 pm. Just wait outside the door with the number 224 on floor three. There should be some chairs near it so you can sit down."

"Alright! Thank you." I turn to face the elevator and head over to it.

I punch in the upwards arrow and wait for the elevator to arrive. I take a quick glance around the room to get a grasp on the atmosphere. It's mostly people dressed in monochromatic outfits and all look somewhat wealthy. I really don't fit the aesthetic of this place. The elevator dings and I look at the slowly opening doors. I walk into an empty elevator and press the button with the number three on it. The doors close and I patiently wait to reach floor three when the elevator stops at floor 2. Once the doors finally open, I'm greeted with a man. He looked quite familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it. He glances at me and doesn't utter a single word.

"Hello. Which floor are you headed to?" I ask curiously.

He takes a couple steps to reach the buttons and presses the button with a four on it while completely ignoring my question.

"Ooookay." I say quietly.

It doesn't take a lot of common sense to answer a simple question that doesn't even take up that much of your time. Plus I was trying to help by pressing the button for him. I roll my eyes and wait for the elevator to reach floor three. The elevator finally dings and I walk out looking for which side has the room number 224. After reaching the room, I take a seat and pull out my phone from my purse to check the time.

"1:59? I made it just in time." I sigh with relief.

I pocket my phone and lightly tap my fingers on one another while looking around. There wasn't much to see other than a big grey door, some chairs, and a couple potted plants. Some footsteps and voices emerged from the direction of the elevator. As they got closer, I got more anxious.

"You must be Y/N." A man asks while another opens the door.

"Ah, yes that's me." I say nervously.

"Great! Come in." He waves his hand into the now open doors.

I slowly walk in and see a long table with lots of chairs filling up the empty spaces.

"Have a seat right here." He points to a chair next to the biggest chair in the room.

I sit down and wait for them to start asking questions. The men settle down in their seats and finally look at me.

"I assume you've read our email considering you're here right now?" The man in the big chair asks.

"Yes, I have. I'm here to verbally accept your offer to work as a manager for seventeen." I say.

"That's wonderful. Here we have your resume, I took a quick look at it and I truly believe you are perfect for this job."

"Thank you sir."

"It says here that you have managed for an idol group previously correct?"

"Yes, I have."

"It's nice to hear you won't need that much time to get in action."

I stifle a laugh due to the tense air.

"Well anyways, Are you able to start today? Seventeen is supposed to be recording a GOING Seventeen episode today and we'll need someone to manage them."

"Of course!"

"Great. I'll have you formally introduce yourself in a bit. Go head up to their practice room on floor four. They should be there right now. I'll send them a notice that you'll be arriving."

"Alright. Thank you sir. I'll be on my way now." I grin and get up from my seat to leave the room.

After closing the door, I let out a sigh. The tense air really made me struggle to breathe. At least I secured the job before I said anything weird. I walk back to the elevator and press the upwards arrow. The elevator dings and I see a man inside.

"Hi! I don't think I've seen you here before. My name is Seungkwan." He holds out his hand.

"Hello, my name is Y/N." I shake his hand. "And uh... I'm your new manager."

He pauses for moment, staring at me.

"Oh good! We've been needing one since our last one got sick and had to quit. Which floor are you headed to by the way?"

"Floor four. I was on the way to properly introduce myself to you guys in your practice room. The head manager said he'd send a notice to you guys."

"Ohhh that's what that was? Well anyways It's nice to meet you." He says while punching in the number four.

"It's nice to meet you too." I say.

The elevator dings and Seungkwan and I step out of the elevator to head towards the practice room. Loud music could be heard throughout the entire hallway. We finally reach the door to the practice room and Seungkwan stops me.

"Could you wait out here for a second? I'll let the guys know that you're here so that they could get themselves ready."

"Sure."

He opens the door and walks in closing it immediately. I could hear faint talking which was quickly taken over by the sound of sneakers. The door then opens shortly after and Seungkwan pops his head out.

"Come on in!" He grins while opening the door wider.

I slowly walk in to be greeted by 12 other men. A barrage of greetings came my way as I walked towards them. I returned the greetings and finally had a good look at all 13 of them. While I was scanning each of them, one of them caught my eye. He looked familiar. It was the same guy that ignored me earlier!

"I have a quick question." I say glaring at the inconsiderate guy.

Vernon:

"By the way guys, the head manager said that we'd be filming a GOING Seventeen episode today." S.Coups announces during a break from practicing.

I give him a nod and head to the water station in the practice room. After pulling out a white cup from the stack and setting it under the faucet, I notice that there wasn't any water inside the jug.

"Seriously?" I say to myself.

"What happened?" Jun asks.

"There isn't anymore water so I'm gonna have to go all the way down floor 2 to get a drink."

I put back the cup on the stack and exit the practice room. After pressing the button with a number two on it, I walk inside the elevator. My song "2 Minus 1" is quietly playing inside the elevator. While humming along to the song, I exit the elevator and head towards the nearest water station on the second floor. Once I finally reach the station, I quickly grab a cup and fill it to the brim with water. I empty the water into my mouth and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. After trashing the cup, I make my way back to the practice room. The elevator dings and I see a woman standing inside. I give her a quick glance and enter the elevator.

"Hello. Which floor are you headed to?" She asks.

None of your business. I'm already irritated from getting a couple moves wrong during practice, so I don't feel like answering anyone's questions let alone someone I've just met. I just move in front of the buttons and punch in the button with the number four on it. I hear her mumble something under her breath, but I pay no attention to it as I've already tuned her out. The doors open with a ring and I shuffle out of the elevator and walk to my practice room.

"Hey guys, are we going to continue or are we waiting on someone?" I ask while opening the door.

"Oh, Seungkwan is currently out right now. We'll start back up when he gets here." Hoshi answers.

Five minutes later, the door opens and Seungkwan appears.

"Okay, get together guys we finally have a new manager. She's right outside and waiting to introduce herself to us." He says.

We all nod and get in a group. Seungkwan opens the door to reveal a woman who looks very familiar. It's like I've seen her somewhere before. All of the other members proceed to introduce themselves while I'm deep in thought.

"I have a quick question." She says while staring at me.

"I don't think I caught your name." She points out.

"Oh! Um... It's Vernon." I say reluctantly.

"Oh I remember why you looked so familiar!" She puts a finger in the air.

 "Care to explain why you ignored me earlier in the elevator?" She tilts her head.

The other members all look at me. Each of them sporting a confused look on their faces. I quickly glance at each other and open my mouth to say something. But nothing comes out. My ears turn red and my brows scrunch. How dare she embarrass me in front of my members!

"U-um.. I'm sorry for him, I think he's having a rough day. A couple mistakes during practice you know?" S.Coups grins trying to cover for me.

The other members nod their heads and change the topic.

"Shouldn't we head out soon? We have an episode to record today." She says while checking her phone.

Everyone collectively agrees and leaves me standing alone in the practice room. I head over to my bag in the corner of the room.

"I swear she's out to get me." I say while picking up my bag.

"I'll get her back." I say while walking out the practice room.

Y/N:

"CUT! That marks the end of our filming today. Great work guys." The director says through a megaphone.

This episode was all about water sports so each of the members were decked out in swimming gear. I felt good about today. Being able to help on set of a GOING Seventeen episode is new to me but it seems as if I did a good job. 

"Y/N! Could you come here for a second?" Vernon yells.

I look away from the director and to him. A confused expression wipes away my previous smile.

"Oh. Uh sure." I yell back.

I treads over to me and he give me a quick smile.

"Isn't such a beautiful day?" I says while staring at the sky.

"You're right. It is a beautiful day." He says back.

I stood still analyzing each of the different clouds and colors in the now sun-setting sky. It was so pretty it captivated me. Then it was oddly silent. It felt as if Vernon disappeared and I was left there. I turn my head around to see if anyone was still there.

"Hello?" I say while looking for another person.

Then suddenly I feel a push behind my back. There was a strong wind and then a cold temperature engulfed my body. All I could see were plants and a clear turquoise liquid. Then it hit me. I was underwater. Bubbles quickly rushed upwards as I frantically tried to reach the surface. I flailed my arms and legs to try to push myself upwards, but my position remained the same. In a final attempt I extend my arm as far as I could to at least give a signal that I was drowning. My vision started to blur and by this time, I lost too much air. This was it. I'm going to die here.

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A bright light slipped into the crack of my eyelids. I look around the room. The place was neatly decorated and I was laid on a couch. Memories flooded my brain. I was never taught how to swim, so drowning was always one of my greatest fears. I looked at my body. Someone changed my clothes. I'm in a big t-shirt and shorts, my heels at the bottom of the couch. I get up from the couch and find a mirror in a hallway. My hair is damp and tousled and my makeup is completely ruined. I put my hands on my arms and turn around to check my phone. As I walk towards the couch I hear something.

A deep voice came from outside, "how was I supposed to know she couldn't swim? It was supposed to be a harmless prank."

"Harmless prank or not, it still put her life in danger. I hope you realize that being rude doesn't get you anywhere." Another voice answers.

I storm outside, frustrated that Vernon pushed me and thinks that this was just some 'harmless prank'. Once I get through the door, I see him. Vernon. He's talking to S.Coups with a pained expression.

"What the hell was that for huh? Who thinks that it's a good idea to just push someone into a body of water?" I yell.

He looks at me a little shocked, "Look, I'm sorry I didn't mean to-."

"I don't wanna hear some half-assed apology! You almost got me killed and all you can say is 'look, I'm sorry'?" I raise my voice.

"Well then what DO you want to hear? At least I'm apologizing no?" He crosses his arms.

My face flushed. I didn't exactly know what I wanted to hear. It's as if nothing he could say would make me forgive him. He stared at me. Waiting for an answer.

"Look guys, that's enough. You both need some time apart. Y/N I'll talk to Vernon and make sure we get this whole situation figured out." S.Coups says.

"No, I think that she shouldn't be so-." Vernon says before getting his mouth covered and dragged away by S.Coups.

I glare at Vernon as he's being pushed away. How could he? What did I ever do to him? These are questions that I need desperately answered.

i hate this idk if i wanna finish this

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"You were gorgeous"

A/N: "Are you saying you want to go all the way?"

Ship: Bonney x afab!Reader Genre: smut Word count: 1.6k words Warnings: PWP, fingering, thigh riding

"You're so pretty," you whisper.

"I know," Bonney replies, cocky, a smile dancing on her lips. Her very kissable lips.

"I know that you know." You smile. "But I still wanted to tell you."

Bonney does not say anything back this time, too busy avoiding your gaze.

Bonney was loud, confident, at times intimidating. At least in public she was. You got to see a different side of her the day you became her partner. Her quiet side, her doubting side, her at times shy side. It was not a common occurrence. Her loudness was a true part of who she was after all.

But tonight, lying with her in bed, you could not help your own softness while looking at your girlfriend. She had that spark in her eye, the one she always has when excitedly telling you about something. And her smile, oh her smile. You could have stared at her for ages and sung praises of her smile for centuries.

Not resisting any longer, you shifted closer and laid a gentle kiss against her lips. She kissed you back.

Pulling back, you detailed her features again. The soft oil lamp light was reflecting in her pupils and on her cheeks. Her damp lips were slightly parted. Her pink hair cascaded down her neck and shoulders. The shorts of her pajamas even allowed you to see her soft thighs. She was-

"You're gorgeous," you whispered.

"You already said that," Bonney pointed out.

"No, I said you were pretty," you replied with a grin.

"'So pretty' to be exact."

She was teasing you.

"Yes, 'so pretty'. And now I wanna say you're gorgeous. And if I wanna say that I'd let you do anything to me, I'll say that too."

"Would you let me do anything to you?" Bonney wondered, suddenly mischievous.

"Anything," you murmured back, playing along.

Bonney shifted closer. So close that you could feel her calm breaths hit your lips.

"Then take that shirt off for me."

Licking your lips, you gauged how serious she was. You had a long day tomorrow and it was already late. But you knew that if Bonney was not pulling your leg, you would not be able to resist her.

Seconds passed and you still did not move.

"What are you waiting for? You don't wanna get taken care of?"

There it was. The certainty you needed.

With a grin, you shifted away from her just enough to pull your pajama shirt over your head. Not skipping a beat, Bonney pulled you closer again. She let the hand that was not supporting her head wander over your chest, tracing your curves from your neck down to the waistband of your pants. Then, sliding back up, she massaged your breasts.

Shifting around, Bonney moved to straddle you. Your hands rested on her hips. As she arranged her hair over one shoulder so as to not be in the way, she gave you plenty of time to admire her. She knew how you loved to stare, after all.

Tentatively, you slid your fingers under her pajama shirt. Then, slowly, you moved your hands up.

Bonney playfully swatted you away.

"What do you think you're doing?"

You could not help the smile that was blooming on your face.

"I just wanna see more of you."

"Tsk, then you should just say so!"

This was a ritual you had been through before. It was not the first time you made out or teased each other in such a way. However, you could not help but feel like there was something different about this one.

Bonney held your chin between index and thumb.

"Anything to say?"

"Take off your shirt," you replied with a smile.

"Don't think I will with that attitude," she joked.

You sighed.

"Please."

"That's better."

Allowing you to rest your hands on her hips again, Bonney's fingers worked achingly slow.

Slowly, she grabbed the hem of her shirt.

Slowly, she lifted it up her stomach.

Slowly, finally, she pulled it over her head.

Unable to help yourself, you caressed her sides. Her skin was soft in spite of the many battle scars she had collected. You traced them mindlessly.

Leaning over, Bonney crashed her chest against yours. Her soft lips pressed kisses behind your ear, trailing down your neck. They finally reached your breasts. While her mouth and tongue sucked and nibbled one of them, a hand massaged and pinched the other. Until she got bored of it and switched sides.

You may have loved to stare, but Bonney loved to hear you. She loved to hear you sigh as she played with your nipples, gasp when she bit, moaned when she sucked and left hickeys. Above all, she loved hearing you say her name like a prayer.

Moving back up, she kissed you deeply, passionately, licking your lips and sucking on your tongue

Your hands resting on her ass, you could not help but notice Bonney grinding against you. If she had not driven you crazy by that point, now she sure had.

You imagined her grinding against your thigh, riding your hand, sitting on your face. You would have let her use you for her own pleasure, as long as you were the only one who was allowed to see her that way.

In between kisses, you mumbled: "I want you so badly."

A shiver ran up Bonney's spine.

"Say that again."

"I want you so badly."

She sighed, trying to keep her composure.

"Are you saying you want to go all the way?" she checked in.

You only managed to nod in response.

Licking her lips, Bonney looked at you for a second. Oh, she was ready to ruin you.

Stepping away from you, she stood next to the bed and ordered:

"Take off your pants."

After a pause, she added:

"And anything else you might still be wearing."

You did not wait, too impatient for what was to come next. As you busied yourself, Bonney too slipped out of her pajama shorts. You inadvertently licked your lips as you detailed her. The light from the oil lamp made her skin glow.

She rearranged her hair over one shoulder and let her hand fall slowly back down to her side. Scars and stretch marks were dancing over her body, from her breasts to her ass. And between her legs, a tuft of dark pink hair.

"Are you enjoying the view?" she wondered as she held your chin.

"Very much," was all you managed to whisper in return.

Crawling back in bed, Bonney straddled one of your legs. You gulped as you remembered your earlier fantasies.

However, it is Bonney's hands you should have been paying attention to. While one of them was slipping between herself and your thigh, the other was sliding between your bottom lips.

You gasped when she brushed over your clit. Bonney looked satisfied with your reaction. She grazed over the same spot a few more times, applying slightly more pressure with every touch. Before long, she was rubbing your clit while studying every single one of your reactions. She loved the power she had over you in that moment.

You closed your eyes in pleasure. You did not want for this to ever stop. Unintentionally, you bucked your hips up, craving more. Every single one of Bonney's touches was sending waves of delight through your body.

You were so wet that she slipped two fingers inside of you easily. Curling them, she teased you further, still using her thumb to rub your clit.

You were torn between keeping your eyes shut in pleasure or opening them to see your tormentor. You loved the way she looked, straddling you, her own eyes closed and mouth half open. Mindlessly, you squeezed her ass. Her thighs tightened around yours as she let out heavy breaths.

Bonney slipped her fingers further into you as she pushed down harder against your leg, causing both of your to gasp. She reopened her eyes and whispered:

"You're such a mess."

You smiled in return.

"It's your fault."

Bonney took pride in this. Not wasting any time, she rubbed your clit once more, eliciting a moan from you.

"That's it, moan for me," she encouraged.

With her fingers expertly pleasing you, it was becoming hard to stay quiet anyway. You gasped and moaned, loving the expression that formed on your girlfriend's face every time you did.

Each of her movements was pushing you closer to the edge. Being so close and vulnerable around her was something you had not realized you craved so badly. But here you were now, wrapped around her fingers, trapped under her, and oh so pleased by the situation.

Feeling you tighten around her, Bonney encouraged you to finish.

Tensing and shaking, you reached your high. A wave of pleasure traversed your body as Bonney's fingers helped you ride out your orgasm.

As you came back to your sense, you noticed Bonney's legs were tightening around your own. You could not help but detail her as she finished on top of you; mouth half open, cheeks red, sweat pearling between her breasts.

You held onto her as she came back down.

Catching her breath, Bonney collapsed onto you, head against your chest. You chuckled reflexively.

"You were gorgeous."

"I know," she mumbled against your skin, "and so were you."

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I just realized...

"Realm's Delight" (Rhaenyra)

“She sparkled,” Mushroom says, “and when she smiled, the singers in the galley rejoiced, for they knew that here at last was a maid worthy of a song." (Daenaera)

Both are sung of and lauded by bards for their beauty and vivacity. Rhaenyra's loveliness in one way served to promote/prove the Targ's prosperity because she could be shown to be the in-life symbol of that success and political health while her father was probably contemplating making her his heir. This was also more her, her parents', maybe even Daemon's happier moments. She grew up in doubtless familial love--at first. The dot in the vision that slowly expanded and consumed them all, however, was first Aemma's miscarriages, stillbirths, and too-young age/years of not having a female monarch come up in the opportunities available in the past. Daenaera however lost her parents while very young, was mainly fostered (by the right people), yet is able to be very happy-go-lucky and positive. And her loveliness signifies the more real steps toward Aegon's/the dynasty's bare-minimum stability. Her presence also was part of the first break for his/Targs' political independence from Unwin Peake/the Peakes. Eventually, we will get Daenerys "Stormborn" Targaryen not from Daenaera, but at least Daenaera's presence allowed for the Targs to go on as they could for as long as necessary. Unfortunately, it also meant that Dany would suffer as she did bc of how, in Daenaera-Aegon's case and onwards, Targ women would be barred from being queen using the Dance as precedent. and note how I speak of Daenaera as a "companion" of Aegon, and how her "presence" more than concentrated actions (like many Targ women, even Alyssa Velaryon, performed). She has no other purpose than this, and Watsonianly, this is due to the Dance and what was lost personally as well as physically. Daenaera sorta-kinda- symbolically shows us what that looks like, what that will look like for later Targ women--quieter "helpmeets" (suing this word on purpose, you can look up the Bible's Genesis).

Daenaera and Rhaenyra's depictions while children are like the start and ends/almost foreshadowing of new eras, Rhaenyra into a decline and Daenaera into a slight rise. And of course, one is Aegon's mother/1st cousin, the other his wife and IDK-how-many-degrees cousin.

[ohdudedhesflirting]

I will hold onto you (I love you so I let you go, part2)

Part 1. Part 3

Pairing: Seok matthew x f!reader

Warnings: Mention of adult activity but nothing explicit, insecurity (mentionned quickly). Matthew is very sad :(

Tag : @seok02, I hope you will like it Nina, thank you for encouraging me to write <3

Genre: University au, Matthew fell first, friends to sweethearts, angst, break-up.

Synopsis: Y/n and Matthew were in a relationship and Matthew remembers some of their past days, wondering when it went wrong...

Words count : 2581

Notes : I hope you will all love this. There is only one part left. English is my second language.

.....Under the cut ...!

High school, senior year.

Matthew was his with notes from his litterature class, earphones planted in his ears. He wasnt paying attention to anything else around him but what was in front of him. His bestfriend since he was born, Sung Han Bin was next to him reviewing for his physic class he had next period.

In front of them was Y/n doing some volunteer work with cleaning and reorganizing the shelves. Vice-president duty she said, watching her Matthew knew that she did it simply because she preferred to do that rather than doing her studying for her physic class.

Her and Han Bin were in the same class, Matthew was glad of course that there was someone by your side. But he simply wished it was him.

Looking at you he simply forgot about his best-friend presence next to him that was not oblivious to the way he looked at their common friend. Grinning he took a part of his notebook and doodled on it a little chibi Matthew giving heart eyes to Y/N before passing it to him.

The second the young adolescent saw the doodle he gave his friend the worst look he was capable of producing and lightly punched him before going to his notes that he just noticed were upside down.

Laughing at his bestfriend reaction Han Bin slowly took off one his earphone.

"When are you planning on telling her ?"

Eyes as wide as humanly possible Matthew was shocked at the simple idea of telling you how he felt.

Hanbin simply exhaled. He was tired.

He had known Matthew since they were 3 years old, and knew you since you were 6 years old. And ever since the beginning of high school, 3 years ago he had to witness every day his oblivious bestfriend just yawn over Y/N presence.

He was tired and just wanted it to end. Every day watching him try to look at you in the most discreet manner, trying to prepare for excuses to hang out just the three of you over the week-end, studying together...

The worst was since you had started your senior year, it was almost the end of it but Han Bin could swear that he could not even take one more minute of the behavior of his bestfriend. Matthew was always asking about you, texting in class.

"Is Y/N okay ? she had a cold this morning" "Tell Y/N we are eating lunch together in case she forgot" "I brought a scarf for Y/n I will bring it over at the break".

Matthew was fakely going through his notes, trying to give himself a good excuse to not reply to his best friend incquiries.

"I'm serious, when are you going to tell her ? It's been 3 years. How long are you planning to wait ?"

"Forever"

Groaning one more time, Han Bin just wanted to rip off his hair. It was always the same thing, he wasn't ready, did not want to ruin their friendship... Always more excuses, of course he understood he was scared. But you were simply the most oblivious person ever and if he did nothing, someone could totally come and snatch you up and then what ? Han Bin would be the one to mend over little Matthew broken heart. Truly he could not even stand the thought.

University, middle of the first year.

"Y/n, Han Bin wait for me !"

Hands full of packages, Matthew was running after his two friends that were already well advanced on the road.

University had been both a blessing and a cruse.

Matthew had truly found his place, he had made so many incredible friends whom he cherished, he had joined a dance club, and the best of it all was that he got to share that with you.

You shared every meal together, for him it was his little moment of hapiness he was looking for all day long. Every weekend he tried to make the most of his time to see you and hang out with you.

Han Bin wasnt really the one to tag along, he had picken up on many clubs and had made an even more important number of friend than Matthew did, which was a lot.

Of course, the young man was scared that you'd found out about his feelings for you so he tried to maintain a distance, but it was not an easy thing for him. He just craved to be next to you and it was so hard for him to not be able to.

Finally reaching his two friends, Matthew saw his friend, Zhang Hao, waiting next to his car. The day was special, Han Bin was leaving for an exchange dance program in America. And the three childhood friends had reunited to say goodbye to him for a few months.

The atmosphere was full of sadness and excitement, saying goodbye was sad but it was a part of life, of what was better for Han Bin and his hapiness.

YN was the first one to pull him into a hug, saying she was proud was an understatement. She always cherished Han Bin and the way he always watched over her all those years.

Freeing himself from her embrace, Han Bin smiled at Matthew before pulling him into a hug and whispering into his ear "Matthew, when I'm back I want you to tell me good news alright?"

Hearing this, Matthew quickly pushed him away, ears becoming as red as tomatoes.

He stepped back to let Han Bin hop onto Zhang Hao car to go to the airport, seeing his bestfriend of his whole life leave made Matthew feel incredibly empty.

He knew that him leaving his side was for the better. Than Han Bin had a life outside their friendship and their bond but thinking about the fact that for months he wouldn't be able to see him, that he wouldn't be at their place felt incredibly bittersweet to him. They were bestfriend, and breaking appart was just painful.

Matthew was never the one for the goodbyes.

Feeling a hand reach his, he looked over his should to see you calmly putting his hand on yours.

"Do you wanna get breakfast ? My treat."

"That would be great, yeah"

Univeristy, beginning of the summer break

Matthew loves being home. There was absolutely nothing like his mother cooking, hanging out with his sister and just being able to pull all nighters watching animes.

But his favorite part was definitely that he could just come and see you whenever he wanted.

He had grown up since high school, and what he always had wanted to do during that time but unable to due to his shyness he was able to do it now.

Everyday or almost, he was going to your place. He wanted that free time not only to relax but also to build memories with you. It was perfect and he enjoyed every moment of it.

But the blissness of a perfect summer friendship couldn't last forever. Not only was Matthew hurting from not being able to be close to you as much as he wanted which was hurting him. But you were also hurting. Why was he always there ?

So of course one day it came out.

As always both of you had went out on a walk, you were living in the countryside and there lots of orchads around and forest. It was delightful.

That day Matthew felt that there was something wrong. It had been a moment you were bouncy when he was around but this time it was defintely worse.

You were avoiding his gaze, being globally lost into your own thoughts. Matthew could not force you to speak what was in your mind and simply waited for you to be ready to tell him.

"Would you like to go with me to the natural park in like three days ? They rescued a tiger from a circus and I thought it could be a nice day out ?"

YN suddeny stopped in her tracks and looked over at Matthew. She was perpexled and Matthew could see it.

"Why ? Why are you like this ? Taking me out ? Why are you being so nice to me ?"

Matthew was left silenced for a few seconds, but what felt like an eternity to him.

"What do you mean ?"

"Every day you come to my place, we hang out. And it's great really, but why ? When we are at the university I understand that you could feel pity for me to a certain extent and want to keep me compagny, but here..? Why.. are you so nice to me ?"

"I don't pity you. I never did. YN I care about you.."

Matthew could feel the beginning of tears coming to his eyes, did YN not want him by her side anymore ? Why would she believes he pitied her ? He only had eyes for eyes since four long years and could not wish for anything more than to be by her side.

"Why would you ? I was always closet to Han Bin, we met throught Han Bin, is it... is it because he left ? Is that why you keep hanging around me more ? Did he ask you to do this ?"

"Yes !"

In shock, YN took a few step back, of course, there was no way that the sweetheart Matthew was could care about a girl like her just like that.

"No wait.."

The tears were defintely starting to fall down on Matthew's cheeks, he hated the way YN was looking at him, as if all along he had pitied her and just took her in like a lost puppy.

"I like you. I really likes you Y/n and I've liked you for a while. Han Bin wanted me to tell you, he has been wanting since years and I was just a coward that was afraid you'd reject me and I simply never did. And he left and he wanted me to tell you, and we got closer, and I.. YN I like you."

Taken aback, YN could not understand. Since when did he like her ? Had it been a long time ? Or was it pity..

"I am not asking for you to respond to my feelings, just, try being my partner for two weeks, give me two weeks, and if afterwards you are not interested, we will stay as friends"

And Y/n had accepted, she accepted the trial of being his partner, and finally decided to stay.

Those two weeks were not for her the moment to try to developp feelings for him, but rather it was a blooming moment for her to acknowledge those feelings. They always had been there hidden under insecurity.

Second year of university, middle of the year.

"And she just left ?"

Matthew slowly nodded over his head confirming it to his assembly of friends.

Zhang Hao and Han Bin, Jiwoong and his boyfriend and finally Tae Rae were all present in the living room, where the apocalypse and Matthew worst nightmare happened just the night before.

He had called Han Bin on the phone completely sobbing just after you had left. He had just been frozen in place and that until Han Bin and Zhang Hao came, finding him just crying standing up in front of the door.

They had given him both of their shoulders to cry on and had put him into his bed where he started to sob one more time smelling your perfume in the place you normally occupied when you had a sleepover.

They had called everyone over for the day after to just have a discussion and connect all of their braincells to try and undesrtand the situation. Also because Matthew was miserable and nothing was making him cry.

Seeing your toothbrush next to his in the pot had made him spiral into twenty minutes of sobbing, seeing your complete cow milk in the fridge had him hugging the milk with tears.

Truly Han Bin and Zhang Ho were not enough of two to take care of him.

Now they were all together, trying to understand why suddenly you just wanted to break up after many months of hapiness.

"Can I be the devil advocate and say that maybe YN never liked you ?"

Jiwoong hearing this instantly shot a pillow at Tae Rae's face and Matthew just starred at him with big doe eyes, what does he means by never liked him?

"Yn never told you she liked you right ? And even if you are doing all the stuff couples do, its not enough to say she likes you"

"Tae Rae shut up" Han Bin was the first one to react. But it was too late, Matthew just got even more silent hugging one of your pyjamas that had your smell on it.

"She is not like that tho, something must have happened, I'm sure of it"

Jiwoong was your first supporter, being one of Matthew's roomate he knew more than anyone else how you were. and he simply could not tolerate that idea. He saw how you looked at him and there was no way you didnt like him.

"What if she is pregnant and she just ran away ?"

"Tae Rae I beg you stop it"

"Matthew look its possible right ? And I remember a few days ago she was puking"

All of the boys face went to Matthew, that was a possibility defintely. But would you really be the type to break-up because of that and not tell him ?

"Matthew ?"

Now it was Han Bin turn to be worried, sure he had told Matthew to get his girl but not to become a father.

"No. It's impossible. We always.. No there is no way we are always prudent"

All the boys in the room exhaled, they were too young to become uncles.

"So why would she break-up ? Matthew did not forget any date, she wasn't on her peiod, she is not pregnant, and nothing had happened during your movie night so why would she..?"

The room fell silent once again before Matthew just started to silently sob again.

He did not understand the situation. Everything was going great. They were happy, yes their relationship had become known on campus but everyone congratulated him for having a partner.

What was the reason you suddenly pushed him away ? Had he done something wrong ? He truly could not grasp his fingers on the situation.

Ever since he had asked you out on that summer day he had been scared you would just refuse to talk to him and he would not be able to see ever you again.

But most importantly as he was sobbing on his couch, his friends surrounding him, Tae Rae apologizing to him and trying to reassure him he was worried about you.

Had you gotten enough sleep ? Were you eating properly ? Had you remembered to take off your makeup before eating properly ? He was always the one to take it off for you because you always forgot to do it yourself.

He was ready to do anything and everything to understand why you broke-up. Matthew loved you too much and for that he could only hold on to you, and hope for you to hold onto him.

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Bigweld and Aunt Fanny: A Night Under the Starlight

In the midst of the bustling Robot City, where neon lights sparkled and the streets were busy with various types of robots passing by, Bigweld, the metal giant with a heart of gold, felt a bit nervous. Tonight was a special night for him, the night he would finally take Aunt Fanny, the robot with a warm and loving personality, out on a date. Bigweld had planned this evening carefully, hoping to create beautiful memories for both of them.

Aunt Fanny, with her unique charm and perfectly round figure, had long been a figure that captivated Bigweld. She was a robot who always saw the good in others and was always ready to help anyone in need. Although Aunt Fanny often acted with care towards many robots, Bigweld always felt something more when he was near her.

That night, under the clear sky filled with stars, Bigweld picked up Aunt Fanny at her home. Aunt Fanny was dressed elegantly, her metal shining, and her big eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Bigweld, you look very handsome tonight," Aunt Fanny said with a wide smile.

Bigweld blushed, feeling a bit awkward under the compliment. "And you look... very beautiful, Fanny," he replied in a low voice, offering his large arm for her to take.

They strolled through the city park, which was adorned with twinkling little lights among the metal trees. The cool evening breeze carried the fresh scent of oil from a nearby workshop. That night felt so perfect, and they both felt the warmth between them.

When they arrived at the edge of a tranquil artificial lake, where the water reflected the moonlight, Bigweld felt compelled to make this moment even more special. He stopped and looked at Aunt Fanny gently.

"I want to do something, Fanny," Bigweld said, his voice filled with warmth. He then began to sing a song that had long been in his memory, a classic tune often sung by robots to express their feelings—Daisy Bell.

"Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do... I'm half crazy, all for the love of you..." Bigweld sang each word with feeling, his deep yet gentle voice resonating in the still night. Aunt Fanny stood mesmerized, captivated by Bigweld's voice and sincerity.

As Bigweld continued, "It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage... But you'll look sweet, upon the seat, of a bicycle built for two," Aunt Fanny felt her heart warm. There was beauty in the simplicity of the song, reflecting Bigweld's genuine feelings for her.

After the song ended, Aunt Fanny looked at Bigweld with sparkling eyes. "Oh, Bigweld... that was beautiful," she said, her voice filled with emotion.

Bigweld smiled shyly, "I'm glad you liked it, Fanny. I... I just wanted you to know how precious you are to me."

Aunt Fanny took Bigweld's hand, feeling it warm and strong. "And you are very precious to me, Bigweld. I feel so lucky to have a friend like you."

They stood there under the gentle moonlight, feeling the warmth of each other. That night, there was nothing else but the two of them and the feelings growing between them. A love that blossomed slowly but surely, like a flower blooming under the sunlight.

Under the starry sky, Bigweld and Aunt Fanny enjoyed the rest of the night with laughter, stories, and moments of togetherness that they would cherish forever. The song Daisy Bell sung by Bigweld became an unforgettable melody, bringing them closer in a beautiful and loving relationship.

After Bigweld finished his song, a sweet silence enveloped them. Aunt Fanny still held Bigweld's hand, her big eyes sparkling with feelings she couldn’t hide. That night, everything felt so perfect, and in her heart, Fanny knew that this moment would become a beautiful memory she would always treasure.

Feeling increasingly connected to Fanny, Bigweld felt compelled to continue their special moment. In a soft voice, he said, "Fanny, would you like to dance with me?"

Aunt Fanny beamed, her face shining with happiness. "Of course, Bigweld. I can’t imagine a more beautiful thing to do tonight."

Bigweld gently led Fanny to the center of the park, beneath the shadows of the metal trees and the soft moonlight. Though the park was quiet, their presence made it come alive with the warmth of love. Without any music playing, they created their own rhythm, moving together in perfect harmony.

Bigweld held Fanny’s hand carefully, afraid to hurt her with his large metal strength. He then placed his other hand on Fanny’s waist, and they began to twirl slowly. Their steps followed the beat of their hearts, simple yet full of meaning.

Aunt Fanny smiled, feeling protected in Bigweld’s embrace. "You know, Bigweld, I've always admired how you see the world. You always manage to make something simple extraordinary."

Bigweld chuckled softly, his big voice sounding gentle in the quiet night. "And you, Fanny, you always make me feel like the luckiest robot in the world."

They continued dancing, slowly spinning in the quiet park. Every movement was a declaration of love without words. Although they were made of metal and bolts, that night they felt more alive than ever. The love they felt was not limited by form or material but by the sincere feelings that connected their hearts.

As they danced, Bigweld leaned closer to Aunt Fanny and whispered, "You know, Fanny, I don't need music or fancy lights. It's you that makes this night perfect."

Fanny smiled, her eyes glistening with happiness. "And you, Bigweld, are the reason I still believe there's magic in this world."

Under the starlight, they continued to dance, oblivious to the passing time. That night, the quiet garden bore silent witness to a beautiful love story between two robots who found joy in each other's company.

With every turn, with every movement, Bigweld and Aunt Fanny grew closer, erasing the distance between them. They danced until the night grew late, eventually stopping to embrace under the star-filled sky.

That night, in the quiet garden, Bigweld and Aunt Fanny discovered a love that was pure and everlasting. They knew that no matter what happened, they would always have each other, and that was more than enough.

The Walk Home Under the Moonlight

After their loving dance in the quiet garden, Bigweld and Aunt Fanny decided to continue the wonderful night by walking home together. The cool night air made them feel comfortable, while the rhythmic sound of their metal footsteps echoed in the now-empty streets.

Bigweld, with his large and sturdy frame, walked beside Fanny, who was smaller yet no less strong in character. The streets of the robot city shimmered with neon lights that were slowly dimming, signaling that the night was getting late. Even so, they weren’t in a hurry. They wanted to savor every second of this togetherness.

"Fanny, I hope you enjoyed tonight," Bigweld said warmly.

Aunt Fanny turned and smiled softly. "This has been one of the most beautiful nights of my life, Bigweld. Thank you for making it so special."

Bigweld felt a warmth inside him. "I'm glad I got to spend time with you, Fanny. You always manage to make me feel comfortable and appreciated."

Their journey continued in meaningful silence, both of them enjoying each other's presence. The city lights illuminated their path, casting long shadows behind them. They walked past tall metal buildings, now-quiet workshops, and closed shops, all of which seemed peaceful under the night sky.

After a while, they finally arrived at Aunt Fanny’s home. It was simple yet filled with warmth, reflecting Fanny's friendly and loving personality. Bigweld stopped at the door, and they looked at each other for a moment.

"Thank you, Bigweld. I really appreciate tonight," Fanny said sincerely.

Bigweld smiled broadly, his heart feeling light. "You're welcome, Fanny. I hope we can spend more time together like this."

Fanny nodded gently. "I do too, Bigweld. You always make me feel special."

After a few seconds of comfortable silence, Fanny stepped closer and gave Bigweld a warm hug. The hug was brief but filled with gratitude and affection. Bigweld felt slightly bashful, but he returned the hug gently, feeling Fanny's warmth touch his metal heart.

"Good night, Bigweld. Sweet dreams," Fanny said as she stepped back towards her door.

"Good night, Fanny. Sleep well," Bigweld replied with a smile on his face.

After Fanny entered her home, Bigweld stood for a moment in front of the door, looking at the house that had now become a place filled with beautiful memories. After taking a deep breath, he turned and started walking back to his workshop.

The streets they had walked together now felt lonelier, but Bigweld didn't feel lonely. His mind was filled with the beautiful memories of the night—laughter, dancing, and the song he had dedicated to Fanny. That night, Bigweld felt his heart fuller than ever before.

When he arrived at his workshop, Bigweld opened the large door and walked inside. The house was large and filled with various tools, prototypes, and creations he had made over the years. But despite being full of things, tonight the house felt warmer and more meaningful than ever before.

Bigweld sat in his favorite chair, reflecting on the night he had just experienced. He smiled, feeling lucky to have spent time with a robot as special as Aunt Fanny. In his heart, he knew that this was just the beginning of many more beautiful nights they would share together.

With his mind filled with happy thoughts, Bigweld finally closed his eyes. In the quiet of his workshop, he fell asleep with a smile on his face, dreaming of the night that had made his life more colorful. That night, under the soft glow of the moon, Bigweld knew he had found something more valuable than all his inventions—true love.

The Next Day: Bigweld Lost in Thought

The next morning, the soft sunlight bathed Robot City, waking every robot to start their daily activities. Inside the Bigweld Industries workshop, the atmosphere was usually full of energy and excitement. Bigweld's loyal employees, including Rodney Copperbottom and his friends, always came with new ideas and innovations to make the robot world a better place.

But that day, something was different. Bigweld, the company owner who was usually full of energy and brilliant ideas, had been daydreaming since morning. He sat at his desk, staring at the blueprints spread out before him, but his mind was clearly elsewhere.

Rodney Copperbottom, who always admired Bigweld as a role model and mentor, noticed this strange behavior. He walked over with a cup of warm oil in his hand, trying to greet his boss.

"Good morning, Bigweld! How are you today?" Rodney asked with a bright smile.

Bigweld was startled for a moment, snapping out of his daydream. He turned and smiled at Rodney, though a bit awkwardly. "Oh, good morning, Rodney! I'm... doing just fine."

Rodney tilted his head, sensing something unusual. "Really? It seems like something is on your mind."

Bigweld chuckled softly, trying to brush off his nervousness. "No, nothing to worry about. I’m just... thinking about something pleasant."

However, Rodney could see that Bigweld wasn’t being completely honest. He raised an eyebrow but decided not to press further. "Alright then. If there's anything I can help with, you know I'm always here."

Bigweld nodded, but his eyes returned to their dreamy state, thinking about the beautiful night with Aunt Fanny. He remembered Fanny’s smile, her laughter, and how they danced under the stars. The memory made Bigweld smile to himself, even as Rodney and his friends watched from a distance in confusion.

Fender, Rodney's humorous robot friend, approached Rodney and whispered, "Hey, Rodney, what's up with Bigweld? He looks like a robot that just got rebooted without its operating system."

Rodney sighed, nodding in agreement. "I don’t know either, Fender. But he’s been daydreaming all morning. Maybe he's in love?"

Fender burst into loud laughter, his noisy voice catching the attention of the entire room. "In love? Bigweld? That should be today’s headline!"

Meanwhile, Bigweld, still lost in thought, tried to refocus on his work. But every time he attempted to design or think of a new invention, the image of Aunt Fanny popped into his mind, making him smile again. The other employees began to notice how unusual Bigweld was acting that day.

Piper, Rodney’s sharp-witted friend, joined them. "Do you guys see what I see? Bigweld looks like he's in another world."

Rodney nodded. "Yeah, he doesn’t even seem to notice what's going on around him. This is really strange."

As this conversation continued, Bigweld suddenly chuckled softly, for no apparent reason, making everyone in the room even more puzzled. Rodney decided to investigate further. He approached Bigweld again, this time with a more cautious tone.

"Bigweld, are you sure there's nothing you want to talk about? You seem very... different today," Rodney said.

Bigweld, finally realizing how strange his behavior was, laughed again, this time with a hint of embarrassment. "I'm sorry, Rodney. I’m just... thinking about someone special."

Rodney and his friends exchanged knowing smiles. "Someone special, huh?" Rodney asked, trying to hide his curiosity.

Bigweld nodded slowly, the warm smile still on his face. "Yes, I spent an incredible evening with Aunt Fanny last night. We danced in the garden, talked about so many things... and I can't stop thinking about how lucky I am."

Rodney, Piper, and Fender now understood the situation. They smiled broadly, happy for Bigweld. "Wow, Bigweld! That’s amazing! No wonder you seem so happy," Rodney said.

Bigweld nodded, feeling more relieved after sharing his feelings. "Yes, she really makes me feel different. Maybe this is what they call love."

Fender, in his usual joking manner, added, "Well, in that case, maybe we should start calling you Big-Hearted from now on!"

Everyone laughed at Fender's joke, including Bigweld. Even though that day might not have been very productive in terms of work, his heart was filled with happiness. Rodney and his friends understood that sometimes the most important things in life aren't inventions or innovations, but the small moments full of love and warmth.

Amid the laughter and jokes, Bigweld realized that even though his mind kept drifting to Aunt Fanny, he was still grateful to have friends who cared for and supported him. And with that feeling, he knew that in the future, he would continue to feel the same happiness every time he thought of Fanny.

That day ended with a smile on Bigweld's face, knowing that he had found something truly special in his life—love and the warmth of friendship.

THE END

[xserenemeadowsx]

A Chance Meeting Part 4

Dragonheart Draco x Female Reader

Author Note: Thank you everyone for the likes and for checking out this story. I really appreciate it!

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The flight to the southern realm took quite a while. You didn’t want Draco to be too exhausted and you had suggested for a break to take place. He agreed and found an open area that he could easily lay down in. He helped you from his back and you chose to take this moment to eat some more food. You were trying to eat sparingly with what was given to you by Kara.

“Are you excited to see your parents?” Draco asked.

You swallowed the bite of bread before answering, “I am but I’m also nervous…” It had been so long since last you had seen them. What would they think of you? What would they say with where you are now in your life?

“Many questions plague your mind. Don’t worry about anything. All will work out.” He gave you a reassuring smile.

You looked up at him with a smile, but your eyes still held worry, “I hope they will not be disappointed in where I’m at.”

“Why would they be disappointed?”

“I don’t have a home. Well, not one they would expect me to have. I have hardly any money on me. I…” You felt as if you were now taking advantage of someone else’s home. Though Draco did not have to worry about things like money, you realized that it may look like you’re free loading.

“Don’t have such thoughts ___. I am the one who offered you a place to stay at. I do not regret that offer.” He didn’t like seeing you this way. However, he could understand why you would be feeling like this. People can change in the span of just a few years. It seemed you had changed a lot based on when you were last seen with your parents.

“I’m sorry…I do not mean to doubt you in your offer. I am very grateful for it and am happy to stay with you. I just…I hope my parents will not panic. I hope they’ll see that I am in good hands…” You felt safe with Draco. You could count on him to be there for you. Although you and he were still getting to know each other, his presence was a comfort and joy for you.

Draco did as he had before. He brought you close to him and stroked your hair. You smiled up at him, the worry from your eyes slowly fading away. You appreciated the gesture, closing your eyes with a contented sigh. He gave a warm smile and decided to sing.

You listened closely to the words. They were in dragon tongue so you didn’t understand what was being sung. However, you felt a sense of calm from him and in his voice. That was enough for you and you relished in it.

Draco finished his song and you opened your eyes to look at him. Orange/gold met (eye color) eyes. You felt tranquility staring into his eyes. He was very good about making you feel serene when the moment called for it.

He felt your essence become at ease which made him feel more relaxed too. He still stroked your hair. It is almost as if it slowly were becoming a habit for him. One that he did not mind in the least.

You and Draco talked a little more before setting out again. You both agreed to see your parents first and then to seek out Arianell. The dragon decided to literally grab a quick bite to eat. He had seen some sheep not long after he started flying. He quickly swooped down and caught a few in his clawed hands and ate them all in one mouthful. You were hanging on for dear life when he did that, hair blowing all around and eyes widened enough to pop out of your head.

“You doing okay?” Draco asked, voice laced with concern.

“Yes. I’m alright…” You knew you would be fine. You still were not completely used to him doing that with grabbing food for himself. It was scary at first but it could be fun. Being able to fly was amazing in itself!

“The village your parents reside in. Are we close to it?”

You took in the scenery. The trees. The mountains. It hardly changed. It all brought back nostalgia, “It is not far off now. It looks the same as when I left…this entire area…”

“Hmm…I do not think that is a bad thing.”

“No. It’s not. We’re almost there.”

Draco focused his vision for any signs of a village. Mother nature had taken over much of the area. It was beautiful. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a village, “Is that it?”

You looked to where his head was turned. Grey homes greeted you, “That is it.”

Draco looked for a spot to land in and let you off. There was a grassy field not far off from your village. He landed there and helped you off.

“I’ll bring them here to meet you,” you told Draco. You slung the black knit bag onto your back.

Draco nodded.

You started waking along a path that lead from the field to the village. Seeing how everything was still lush in greenery made you feel at ease. Everything was so peaceful. When entering the village, cobblestone streets greeted you. This was new. It was a project that the king wished to have fulfilled. It appears it was granted.

People took little notice of you as you passed by. There were plenty of merchants in the market and eager customers. The goods people were selling were many in number and varied in types. Aromas of baked goods hit your senses as you continued your walk down the cobblestone streets. Your home had been located at the very end nearest where royalty resided.

You finally came upon the wooden door you knew so well. The wood was worn, but still held up decently. You began to feel nervous. You shook your head and heaved a sigh to calm down. No time for nerves. As Draco said, everything would be fine. You made a fist and knocked on the door. A light breeze blew by as you waited for the door to open.

You waited a few more minutes before knocking again. Usually someone would have answered by now. After knocking again, you called out, “Mother? Father? It’s me ___.”

Worry began slithering into your system like a snake, wrapping you in its clutches. Had something happened to them? Were they…You couldn’t bear to finish the thought. You didn’t wish to think of that scenario. You decided to try and see if the door would open. You pushed it and it opened.

You carefully stepped inside, shoes hitting the wooden floor loudly. It was pitch black. Windows covered in a thick material. No candlelight to be found nor lamp. You opened the door some more to let the sunlight in and walked toward a wooden table. There, a letter was found.

‘___,

If you find this letter, your parents have gone out and will be back in two days time.

Your neighbor Gloria’

The letter was dated two days ago, about the time you met Draco. This meant they had to be coming back today! Maybe they were just outside of the village now. You set the letter down on the table and raced through the door, closing it before dashing through the streets.

You moved around everyone as best as you could while double checking everyone’s faces. No familiarity to you. You continued your trek which eventually led to the outskirts of the village. You could see Draco still lying in the grassy field. His head was bent down. Was he talking with someone?

You ran to meet up with him and as you got closer, you could hear familiar voices. Your heartbeat sped up upon recognition. You caught up to Draco who turned his head to you with a smile.

You looked over at the two individuals that stood before you and the dragon. You felt yourself set on the verge of tears. These tears shed would be ones of joy and relief. You ran over to your parents and hugged them. Both parents wrapped you tightly in their embrace.

“___. It is so good to see you,” your mother said tearfully with joy.

“We have missed you terribly,” your father said slightly tightening his hold on you.

You couldn’t speak. You hadn’t had a hug like this from your parents in so long. You felt your tears fall down your face. Your parents let go of you and stepped back. You used that time to catch your breath and wipe your face of your tears.

Draco had observed everything with a smile. He was thrilled you could see your parents again. He was happy he could meet them as well. He could see that you picked up your mannerisms well from them.

“We see that Draco has been helping you out,” your mother commented.

“Yes, he has,” you replied.

“We’re happy that he’s helped you out. It is nice to see a dragon for the first time as well!” your father exclaimed.

You smiled, “Draco is incredible and so kind.”

Draco gave you a warm smile, “Thank you ___.”

“You’re welcome,” you said gazing up at him. You then turned your attention back to your parents, “The house. I was frightened that something might have happened to you both.”

“We’re sorry ___,” your mother said.

“We did not want to scare you. We have asked Gloria to write letters like that for us all the time,” your father explained.

“You have?”

“Yes, in case you ever came by to visit,” your mother answered.

“I see…” You gave them a tender smile. They truly thought about you daily even though you weren’t living so close to them anymore. It made your heart swell.

“We will never stop thinking about you ___. You’re our daughter and very important to us,” your father shared.

You felt overwhelmed with all of the positive affirmations. You felt your heart would burst from all of the joy you felt. However, regret soon set in, “I’m sorry that I am only now coming to see you. I wished to have visited sooner, but everything kept getting in the way for me.” You bent your head down.

“We don’t doubt your efforts sweetheart,” your mother encouraged, “Living on your own is hard work.” She walked over to you and gently cupped your face. She tilted your head up to look at her. She gave you a tender smile.

You smiled back at her.

“We’re just happy to see you now,” your father said looking at you with content.

You gave them both a joy filled smile, the regret ebbing away, “I don’t know if Draco filled you in on the details of our visit.”

“He did and we’re happy to help,” your mother said, letting go of your face and stepping away from you.

“We just have to sort through everything but we still have the old documents,” your father explained.

You nodded and then looked to Draco. You didn’t want to leave him out here by himself for too much longer.

Draco sensed your concern, “I’ll be fine.”

You looked at him a moment more and then nodded again.

You and your parents walked back into the village and toward home. You all reached the home and your mother worked on removing the material from the windows. Your father then went to grab a stack of papers and set them on the wooden table. You helped with finding candles to light up.

You each split the stack to sort through what was relevant and not. It took quite a bit of time as there was so much paper to sort through. You all eventually found the relevant information and you carefully put the papers into your black knit bag. In total, there were only four pages that contained information about dragon sightings.

“I thought there would be more than this,” you commented.

“Unfortunately, this is it,” your father said.

“From how you told me about these dragons, I had it in mind there was a lot more than what we found.”

“Well, it is better than nothing,” your mother said encouragingly.

“It is,” you agreed.

“Are you going to stay here for tonight? It is getting late,” your father asked.

“I think so. I want to let Draco know what I found. I’ll be right back,” you said. You left your bag inside and walked out of the house.

Draco had his head down and chosen to rest his eyes when he heard footsteps approaching. He perked his head up and seeing that it was you, he relaxed his body.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you,” you said standing before him.

“It’s fine,” he said with a smile. “Good news I hope?”

“Yes. There are four pages worth of dragon descriptions. I thought there would be more than that but apparently not.”

“It is still something. I am happy that there’s anything at all for us to look at.”

“Yes, I’m thankful to have found something too. I’ll show you the papers tomorrow. I left them in my bag which is at my parent’s home.”

Draco nodded.

You definitely wanted to stay with your parents for the night but felt bad about leaving the dragon to sleep alone. You were beginning to get accustomed to resting with him for the night. Draco looked at you and could see the internal conflict you were having about the sleeping arrangements.

“Don’t fret about it. I’ll be fine. Spend time with your parents,” he said with encouragement.

You looked at him and gave a small smile, “Alright. I’ll see you in the morning then. Goodnight Draco.”

“Goodnight ___.”

You turned around to go back to the village. Draco watched as you departed and then laid his head down, closing his eyes. You returned to your parent’s home and they already had a bed made up for you along with some food.

You and your parents dined on the meal made by your mother. You told them about the thieves that were out to steal the family heirloom. Your parents were shocked that you were selling it but you informed them you didn’t have a choice as that was the last item of any value worth selling. You said the statue is still in its bag at the waterfall where you and Draco were staying at.

Your parents were relieved by that and could understand why you were attempting to make ends meet with selling the statue. The night ended with plenty of smiles and grins from you and your parents exchanging events with each other. You and your parents said your goodnights and then you let dreamland carry you away.

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You and Draco were out in a meadow, much like the one the copper dragon was currently resting in. You were smiling at him as he finished singing to you. You clapped your hands.

“Beautiful!” you expressed with glee. On your head was a flower crown made of pink and white daises. You were wearing a light blue dress.

Draco found you to be stunning. Not that you already weren’t but he liked the way you looked in the dress and flower crown. You were staring into each other’s eyes and you had your usual blush on.

You leaned forward to give him a kiss on his snout, skin turning more red. You ducked your head down which made the dragon chuckle. He reached out a clawed hand and gently lifted your chin with one of his claws for you to look at him. You widened your eyes and were met with the warm gaze of his orange, golden eyes…

Draco was woken up suddenly from the morning rays of the sun hitting him. He rumbled and opened his eyes. He enjoyed that dream and wished to return to it. It made him realize that his fondness of you had grown significantly. He wanted you at his side no matter what. He was ecstatic that you had chosen to stay with him and was grateful for your help in seeking out more of his kind.

He got himself up and stretched his limbs much like how a cat or dog gets up in the mornings. He shook his head and sought out some water. There was a lake he had seen last night when the moonlight shone its reflection on the surface. He went over to it and drank. The water was cool and refreshing.

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You woke up when your mother had gently grabbed your shoulder. She had made breakfast for all of you and wanted you to have an early start on continuing your journey with Draco. You met with your parents at the wooden table and began eating.

You couldn’t stop thinking about your dream from last night. The dream you had was very…different than what you normally dreamt about. It was not bad though. It was very nice and made you realize something…

You and Draco were out in the mountains and taking in the sunset. The sun cast brilliant colors of red, purple, and blue across the land below it and across the sky. You and the dragon were sitting comfortably and you were leaning back against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat in your ears. Calming and content.

The sun was just reaching its end and you both could see the moon rising and the stars making their appearance. It all happened so quickly for the lights of the night to make their presence known. You got up to move from his chest so you could take in more of the stars and the moon. You gazed up at the sky with a smile.

“I can take you into the sky and surround you with the stars and moon,” Draco said.

You turned to him, “That would be wonderful.”

He carefully picked you up into his clawed hand and set you on his back. He launched himself into the air and flew up to meet the moon and stars. The light of moon and its companions shone beautifully on you and the dragon, casting an ethereal light.

You felt your heart would burst in joy at witnessing such splendor. Words couldn’t describe the absolute bliss you felt in this moment. You then saw Draco reach his hand out for you to step into. You did and then he brought you to his face.

The stars reflected in his eyes making the color in his irises brighter. You could feel yourself becoming enraptured at the sight. You then saw your face reflected in his eyes. Draco could see the same thing in yours. His reflection and the stars. You reached a hand out to touch his muzzle. He hummed at the feel of your hand on his face.

You then leaned forward and pressed a sweet kiss on his snout. You pulled back and looked into his eyes some more. Warmth made its way to your face as you could feel yourself flush from the display of affection. Draco chuckled, finding you cute. You ducked your head down only to feel the claw of his hand gently tilt your chin up to look at him once more…

You were then woken up by your mother. The dream made you realize just how much you were growing fond of the dragon. You already liked him a lot. That dream showed you just how he really meant to you. You felt a blush coming on.

“___, you’re awfully quiet. Are you feeling alright?” your mother asked with concern. She noticed how red your skin became.

“Huh?” You had been brought out of your thoughts, “Sorry. Yes, I’m fine.” You felt the heat continue to rise in your body.

“We can open the windows. It feels a little too warm in here,” your father said sensing your unease. He got up from his chair to open the windows, the cool breeze feeling refreshing.

You gave him a grateful smile.

You and your parents had idle chatter for the rest of the meal which filled you with relief. You didn’t feel comfortable sharing the details of your dream with your parents. You grabbed your bag and gave them both a heartfelt embrace.

“Thank you for everything. I’ll try to come back here when possible,” you said.

“You’re very welcome sweetie. We love you!” your mother said.

“I love you both too!”

“Be careful out there and stay close to Draco,” your father said.

“I will!” You turned and walked out of the house.

You hoped Draco didn’t get bored waiting for you. Thinking of the dragon brought back the memory of your dream. You shook head not wanting to come up to him as a flustered mess. It was a wonderful dream and one you wouldn’t forget. You needed to focus on the task at hand though.

Reaching the edge of the village, you made your way toward the grassy field. The crisp air moved your hair along, causing a slight chill to go down your spine. The grass blew in the breeze with elegance and the branches of the trees joined in. It was a beautiful morning.

You could see Draco now, his back facing you. The sunlight hitting his scales brought out the deep gold that resided on his body. Sensing your presence, the dragon turned to look at you, a pleasant smile on his face.

“Good morning ___,” he spoke in his deep voice.

You felt the voice travel throughout your body, causing warmth to make its return once more to your skin. You cleared your throat, “G-Good morning.”

“Are you feeling alright?” he asked you.

Deja vu hit you. The very same question asked not long ago by your mother, “Y-Yes. I’m fine.” You cleared your throat again, “Any-Anyway, I can show you the papers that have all the information on the other dragons now if you would like.”

“We can look at them later. Let’s head out to look for Arianell now.” He couldn’t help noticing how nervous you seemed to be. He decided not to push anything for now. He would ask about this later.

“Okay,” you agreed.

Draco extended his hand out and you climbed into it. You moved from his hand to his back and sat down. You hoped your flushed nature would fade away quickly. A thought occurred to you. One that thankfully was not about the dream.

“Did you get to eat anything?” you asked.

“I did earlier yes,” he replied.

“Good. I wouldn’t want you starving.”

“I take it your parents fed you?”

“They did. I hope we find Arianell!”

“I do too.”

The flight to search for the grand cathedral and the silver dragon began, hope filling up yours and Draco’s minds.

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[smieska]

My musical addled brain and Dracula addled brain are chatting and I'm just seeing so many connections and FFFFF god I wish to draw everything.. but instead I'll just mildly point things out in a stupid brain dump thing ughhfh I'm sorry I'm not very eloquent with my words

Hadestown

The 3 Fates obviously are excellent for the 3 Brides, but especially their song 'Nothing Changes'

Why the struggle, why the strain? Why make trouble? Why make scenes? Why go against the grain? Why swim upstream?

It ain’t, it ain’t, it ain’t no use You’re bound, you’re bound, you’re bound to lose What’s done, what’s done, what’s done is done That’s the way the river runs

So why get wet? Why break a sweat? Why waste your precious breath? Why beat your handsome brow? Nothing changes Nothing changes Nothing changes anyhow

Something about 'His Kiss, the Riot' feels so Dracula to me because of the way he spins this almost incantation to Jonathan as he first arrives at the castle and he slowly starts to go mad.

Only one thing to be done Let them think that they have won Let them leave together Under one condition: Orpheus, the undersigned Shall not turn to look behind She’s out of sight And he’s out of his mind

Every coward seems courageous In the safety of the crowd Bravery can be contagious When the band is playing loud Nothing makes a man so bold As a woman’s smile and a hand to hold But all alone his blood runs thin And doubt comes… Doubt comes in

And just the whole "Doubt Comes In" song is like .. JUST…. Very Jonathan trying to keep his wits about him (by thinking of Mina) and the brides antagonizing him???? IDK MAN I'm just a simple peasant who enjoys musicals and blorbos being tormented

and I'm talking about the original Doubt Comes In lyrics from 2017, not the Broadway version.

[FATES] Doubt comes in And strips the paint Doubt comes in And turns the wine Doubt comes in and leaves a trace Of vinegar and turpentine

[FATES and ORPHEUS] Where are you? Where are you now?

[FATES] Doubt comes in And kills the lights Doubt comes in And chills the air

[ORPHEUS] Doubt comes in and all falls silent It’s as though you aren’t there

[FATES and ORPHEUS] Where are you? Where are you now?

[EURYDICE] Orpheus, You’re shivering Is it cold or fear? Just keep singing The coldest night Of the coldest year Comes right before the spring

[FATES] Doubt comes in With tricky fingers Doubt comes in With fickle tongues

[ORPHEUS] Doubt comes in and my heart falters And forgets the songs it sung

[FATES and ORPHEUS] Where are you? Where are you now?

[EURYDICE] Orpheus, Hold on, hold on tight It won’t be long ’cause the darkest hour Of the darkest night Comes right before the dawn-

[shieldkeeper]

Writing Prompt: Clear Word Count: 959 Frostbite AU

This fine Seer has had plenty a vision since the beginnings of his tale. What strong beginnings too! For his lot was of the liege’s son. The reigning leader of his tribe, this clan whom claimed the southern shores as their homeland. Compared to the icy and snowy norths, the shoreline had managed something of a ‘warm’ temperature if one could call it such. Warmer than any other land that has slowly but surely escaped the frostbite of the ice calamity.

From birth was he marked with the celestial ink of their tribe’s cerulean blue hues. From then onwards did that tattoo spiral and form into the signs of a natural born oracle in the making. As a child, oft did he foretell random happenings—menial things. Such as something that would occur the very next day or in a few weeks’ time. When they would know themselves to go lacking in food sources or gaining in harvests. Or which maiden in the village would be next to give birth. Which days would give rain or sunlight.

Those foretellings dwindled over time. If only because certain visions need not warrant an announcement. That and… word would undoubtedly spread the more accurate his prophecies came to be. Seers and Oracles weren’t always exact in their days’ time. Most were seen as false prophets. Scammers out of what little other tribes have in hopes for better fortune. Very few were seen as credible sources—even more so that the few who could be trusted, their visions were not so easy to decipher.

Yet young Garen’s was always so crystal clear. His visions playing in his head as though he were there to live the tale. How awful it was an experience when most recent dream to date played out in the coming of another calamity! A burden that only he alone foretold.

As though the very skies had caught fire, what one might think a sunset burned a far brighter red than he had ever seen before in his lifetime. Comets raining down upon the lands as scaley winged creatures tearing the grounds asunder. A nightmare in and of itself.

When next he woke… he knew immediately what must be done. A prophecy was to be made—he would deny the fate of which he had witnessed.

“Harken onto me. For I come bearing a tale that must be told.  Sung far and wide for a call to arms. Legends of renown join side by side. Skies will burn crimson. Raining fire and steel. Flesh against scales. A revelation of calamitous grandeur. If left unmatched, the lands shall be razed. Our lives at great stake. The future uncertain thereon.”

Thus was his song and dance as he traveled the continent over. Visiting each and every tribe and clan that he could find in search of strong warriors who would aid the cause in defying his vision. Not alone either! The first of his travels was to be accompanied by his younger brother Holou, duty-bound and determined to ensure his elder brother found his footing in his venture.

Oft were they met with hostility. Suspicions. Why would they dare to offer their strongest able-bodied warriors to some unknown threat? How would this Seer pay the price should he fail and his comrades fail? Was this all a scheme to kill off their strongest and raid their villages?

Be that as it may, Garen did manage to convince a number of the warriors regardless of their clan’s feelings. Many of them were looking for a challenge in fact! How could they ever call themselves the legends of their tribes if they were to cower down when a battle presented itself? They wished to witness this so called prophecy for themselves.

When that day came to pass at long last—it was but a singular day later from when they had all arrived at the place of destination. A night’s worth of rest and celebration both before and after that calamitous day. Just as Garen had foretold, the skies bled red as fire reigned down from an alien-like machine. Filled to the brim with draconic looking creatures hellbent on destroying their lives as they cast down upon them in raging fire.

They managed to hold out and best their lot. Victory at hand and songs of praises for each and every one of them. The warriors would return home with heads held high and many a tale to bring back with them!

Save for two.

Vision having come to pass as it always did, Garen had some… uncertainties. Worries enough that pressed him further northward. As though answering a call that his role was not yet complete despite having done just as he felt necessary.

There he would find a hidden… City? Village? Made out of pipes and unbendable metals. That which they so easily entered but would not so easily escape its grasps once caught. Partners in crime captured for their antics as they so forcefully entered this brave new frontier.

…From then on did a new vision take claim upon the Seer in his dreams. A vision that was not so easy to decipher into words, nor did it give any particular comforts. Garen did his utmost best to scribe it out upon song.

“Hark! Slumber no more as the elements stir. Aroused by fire and calamity the earth breaks free of her icy prisons. Dawn of a new age betwixt known and unknowns. Write anew your future and gorge in the realm's joyous splendor! For unbound do the eikons walk. Unshaken pacts upon wayward contracts. Dance to their tune and ye shall know your fate. Travel... Roam... Learn... Ware Beyond new horizons marks the shadows of the yester suns. Pay tribute else flesh stolen asunder.”