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mika-no-sekai-blog · 3 months ago

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Part V

Word count: 3000+

Warnings: none

Autumn themed divider by tsunami-of-tears

Part IV | Part VI

You woke up carefully tucked under warm covers in the bed even though you were certain you fell asleep on your usual spot. Soft light of the early morning filtered through the open curtains, changing every glass surface into kaleidoscope of colours. Maids drew curtains every evening, but you liked to watch the night sky and count stars, so after maids left for night, you always opened them again. Seeing those blinking lights, you didn't feel so lonely.

When your eyes got used to brightness, a clear blue sky without a single cloud greeted you, accompanied by colourful leaves dancing in a gentle breeze. For a while you just lay there and watched the show. It was comforting. Your thoughts were wandering until they stopped at a certain one.

Sighing heavily you rolled to the other side. You didn't want to get up. Maybe if you said that you didn't feel well, they would let you be. Just imagining that you would have to go to the garden today as well, made you feel sick. You were sure that you were supposed to take a walk and not to train for marathon. The other day you had to run for hours after the maids, so as not to get lost in this great labyrinth of corridors and winding paths. You didn't even have a chance to look around or stop to catch a breath. In the evening you were so tired that you fell asleep as soon as maids were gone.

With a groan you sat up, your entire body protested in pain. Whether you wanted or not, you had to get up. It was your husband's order. You couldn't ignore it, if you wanted him to notice you more in the future.

As soon as you limped to the vanity and with hiss took a seat, someone knocked. The doors opened and two maids walked in.

"Good morning, my Lady. How did you sleep?"

Astonished you looked up. Those were clearly not the maids who had been taking care of you until now. They were always very reserved and talked with you only when it was necessary.

"We are new here, madame. I'm Ellen."

"And I'm Irene. We are so happy to be able to serve you."

They bowed with wide smiles. You gaped at them, eyes wide. You weren't sure how to respond to such friendly greeting.

"I-.. It's nice to meet you," you blushed.

Their smiles only grow wider and they immediately got to work.

"You are so pale, madame. Are you sure you feel well? Should we send for healer?" Ellen asked as she carefully combed your tangled hair.

"That won't be necessary. I think I'm fine," you answered shyly.

Irene emerged from the closet with comfortably looking shoes that matched with the dress that they helped you to get in. "Hopefully the walk on fresh air will make you feel better, madame," she smiled kindly. "The weather is really nice today, it certainly will be a warm day."

It was hardly thirty minutes since they appeared, yet you already felt so good in their company that you dared to do a small talk with them. You were sure that the thing you were about to suggest, wasn't common and at home you would be severally punished for even thinking about it, but you felt uneasy every time these two lovely girls called you madame. There was also a chance that they would laughed you out. Nonetheless, you wanted to give it a try. You gathered courage, took a deep breath and let the words out before you could change your mind.

"You can call me Y/N," you whispered almost inaudibly.

Their eyes widened so much that they threatened to fall to the floor and roll away. "Are you sure we can, madame? Won't you mind it?"

You shook your head and they squealed happily in unison. They started chirping merrily about anything that came to their minds, trying to engage you in conversation even more than before. You, on the other hand, peeked at them curiously whenever you had an opportunity.

They both looked young, around your age, but they could be already century or two old. Ellen had dark brown hair that in waves fell to her shoulders and heart shaped face with soft green eyes. Irene was a bit taller than her friend, with light reddish brown hair combed into a ponytail, big brown eyes and a few freckles on her nose. They both were real beauties and seemed to be kind-hearted and cheerful.

Unlike the previous maids, they weren't in hurry once you left the chambers and made sure you get to know your surroundings and learn way back to your bedroom. Slowly walking down the hallways, they pointed out in different directions, naming and showing you the rooms and ballrooms that you passed by. It helped a great deal and you didn't feel so lost in this enormous castle anymore, even though you doubted you would remember it all on the first try.

As the huge glass double doors to the garden came to view, soldiers guarding there, friendly winked at girls, moved from their stances and opened them wide for you. The brisk air filled your lungs and cooled down your hot faces. Inside of the castle was nicely warm, but as you were walking around it became too hot and you almost started sweating. However now, you were grateful for the extra layer in form of cardigan that maids found for you.

"What a beautiful day," Ellen chirped with arms spread wide. "It's so nice to be outside and not have to worry that someone gets mad at me for that."

"And the smell," Irene sighed taking a deep breath. They seemed to be happy that they could get out of the castle. "I have aunt in Spring. Air there is sweet and full of scents of all kinds of flowers that bloom there, but nothing beats the smell of Autumn."

Imitating Irene you stopped and inhaled deeply. You didn't have time to notice it before, but the air was really fresh here, the earthy scent with pinch of sweetness calling you out. Maybe it wasn't a punishment after all.

"Hmm," Ellen pouted. "You are so lucky that you can travel to other courts. I'd love to see the world, too."

Stepping onto a narrow path between the flower beds, loose strands of your hair danced in the gentle breeze that brought a familiar scent of apples. With a hope you looked around finding nothing just flowers, trees and bushes, and your two maids discussing which Court they would like to visit and why. Shaking head at your naivity you looked up at the windows of the castle with a sad smile.

'Which one could be his,' you wondered. It'd been weeks since you saw him for the last time. If he didn't carry you to the bed every night, you would think that he even wasn't here.

You turned back to your companions who patiently waited for you with knowing smiles. You didn't even notice that they stopped talking. Caught in the act, you blushed fiercely, but they didn't tease you, only gave you a sympathetic look.

Irene and Ellen weren't in hurry like the other maids. They matched their steps with yours, letting you look around as long as you wanted, often stopping you to show you something they found.

"Y/N, look here," Ellen called you and pushed away the twigs of the bush. There was a bunch of delicate flowers blooming on long leafless stems in shades of pink and white. They were so lovely, sparkling as if dusted with glitter powder. Irene came closer, too.

"I didn't know that we have some nerines here, too. They are blooming mainly in southern garden."

"I discovered them by chance last week. I was looking for my favourite hair clip that I dropped somewhere around here. I haven't found it though," Ellen pouted sadly.

"Nerines?" you asked, studying the flowers and committing them to your memory.

"Yes. Do you have them in your Court, too?" Ellen was curious.

"I'm not sure," you flushed. "I wasn't allowed to go out."

"Oh," they both said in unison and looked at each other with raised brows. You tried to ignore their reaction. It was already quite embarrassing to admit your lack of knowledge about.. well, everything. They nodded as if they had just agreed on something even though they didn't say a single word. With kind smiles they turned back to you.

"They are also known as cliff lilies," Irene said and caressed one petal with a finger. "Every flower has some meaning. These, for example, symbolise connection, joy, freedom and security."

"And the affection," Ellen added with laugh. "The flowers are beautiful, but otherwise useless. It's pity."

"Useless? Why?"

"You know. Some plants or their parts can be used in medicine or cooking. However, this one is good only for decoration."

"I see," you bit your lower lip.

Useless.

Good only as a decoration.

You were called useless your entire life. And the worst was that it was true. You knew nothing about the world, you were lucky to at least be able to read. You were taught how to behave, how to serve to male, not how to live or actually do something useful. Your father raised you to be a decoration of a husband, a porcelain doll with nice face to be showed off and then destroyed behind the closed door. In a way you were alike. Only difference was that you could never be as beautiful and magical as this flower.

You smiled to yourself and stood up, leaving the beautiful nerines behind. Maybe your reasons weren't right, but it became your favourite flower. A tiny florets with layers of delicate, ruffled petals and radiant colours immediately caught your eye.

"What are these called?" you pointed at them.

"Those are marigolds," Irene answered in an enthusiastic voice. "My favourite."

"They are your favourite only because they remind you of a male you like. Even his hair colour is similar to these," Ellen teased her laughing and Irene stuck her tongue out at her, but she laughed, too. You watched them amused.

"Well, what if even so? I like them mainly because they represent power, strength and light inside of a person," Irene countered.

Ellen giggled. "Are you describing him or the flower? And don't forget about feeling of despaired love," she sang. "He is too important to notice you."

"Hush," Irene blushed. "I know he will never think of me in a romantic way, but girl can dream."

That day you learned a lot of new things and had so much fun. Your maids who you already liked dearly, taught you names, meanings and uses of flowers that bloomed in the garden and in the end you spent entire morning outside. When you returned for lunch, you were tired, but in a good way and not because you had to run.

The following morning you woke up with a bright smile and it grew even bigger when you found a pink nerine on a pillow next to you.

Joy and security.

That's what you had been experiencing since coming here. And you felt that all only thanks to your husband, Eris. You couldn't be more grateful. You'd never thought that marriage could give you this much of a freedom and allow you to experience new and especially nice things. You used to think that it would be just another horrible prison for you, one you would have to suffer in for the rest of your life. Just like your mother.

Your heart flipped as you remembered that this fairy-like flower symbolised also affection. You wondered whether Eris had left it here for you because of what it symbolised or just because he heard that you liked the flower. Whatever was the reason behind this surprising present, now you wanted to get to know him and spend time with him even more.

You carefully picked up the flower and nuzzled it to you chest right over the heart, tears stinging your eyes. This gesture however insignificant for others, meant a world to you. Now you missed only one thing - the person who gave it to you - and you would be completely happy.

Maids beamed when they found you playing with the flower later that morning and immediately knew exactly where it came from. Ellen gently picked on you with kind smile while Irene disappeared for a moment and returned with a small crystal vase for your treasure. You placed it on a coffee table between ottomans where you could keep an eye on it.

The delicate petals sparkled in the golden rays of sun as if they were enchanted by magic. It was such an spectacle that the three of you just sat there in complete silence watching it for a good hour.

After another interesting and very instructive walk, you were excited when servants appeared with the lunch on silver trays. You were so hungry that you ate more than ever before.

After the meal was over, Ellen had to leave to take care of something, so you were left alone with Irene. She was trying to teach you how to embroider some simple pattern when a knock sounded on the doors. Irene peeked out and blushing, backed back to the room. On the threshold stood Killian with wide grin and a package tucked under his arm.

Small flames danced in his amber eyes as he watched Irene to shyly smile at him, holding the doors opened.

"Hey, dove," he cooed as he walked past her and winked at her flirtatiously.

Irene flushed even more fiercely. It looked like she was about to pass out any moment now.

"Hey, sweet sister. How do you do these days? I hope you didn't miss me too much," he greeted you merrily and bent down to hug you and peck your cheek. You almost fell off your feet in surprise.

"I'm fine," you stuttered. "Thank you for asking. And you?"

"Your husband keeps me busy, you know, but it could be worse," he laughed and gestured to you to sit down. Then he took a seat next to you, his knee touching yours. You slightly jumped up, shocked. Unaccustomed to such closeness, you sat a little further, making a gap between you. He smiled at you apologetically, but didn't say anything.

"So," he dragged out the word, "what are your little strolls like? Do you enjoy it?"

"I have to admit I like it very much. The garden is full of interesting flowers," your gaze flew to Irene who couldn't take her eyes off of Killian with dreamy expression plastered to her face. You couldn't suppress it and had to chuckle. Now it was clear who she was in love with.

Killian's eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Good to know you are enjoying it. I'm sure all the flowers are green with envy when they see such beauties like you two," he winked at Irene and she giggled like a little girl.

You couldn't help the laughter that bubbled to the surface and tried to stifle it with a hand. Your brother-in-law raised brows at you, but then he joined you. Hearing that rich, contagious sound, you started to laugh even more. His expression softened.

"I'm very pleased to see that your new company has a good influence on you and you are finally opening up," he leaned closer to whisper to you, his hand brushed over yours. "Your smile is the best reward for all my hard work."

"I guess that now, when you have seen at least a bit of your new home, you are fascinated with its beauty," he joked, but he couldn't be more accurate.

There was something about Killian and his easygoing, good nature that made you feel at ease and so you dared to tease him back a bit.

"You are right. I'm absolutely captivated."

He gaped at you, mouth slightly opened. It took him a few seconds to collect himself and then his trademark smile was back. "Well.. Was that a joke just now? Dove, did you hear it too? She joked with me! Mother's tits, I can't believe my ears! Eris won't believe me either when I tell him you joked with me." His eyes filled with pride.

You blushed but smiled nonetheless.

"Now that you are finally peeking out of that damn shell, I'd even more love to stay longer and chat with you, but unfortunately, I can't. Eris will kill me for real if I'm again late for meeting. I was supposed to only drop by to deliver you this and return. It's from him," he winked, handed you a parcel that he brought and he was already at doors.

Before he left, Killian quickly whispered something to Irene. She giggled and nodded. At threshold he turned for a second to wave you with a beaming smile and he was gone.

Even though the parcel was small it was quite heavy. Your fingers trembled as you untied the bow and carefully opened the paper. You'd never received a present.

Inside was a new looking book bound in leather. You took it out and read the title. Almanac of Plants of Autumn Court. You flipped through it frantically, noticing all the beautiful, detailed drawings on every page.

You gasped in surprise, your eyes lined with silver. With trembling hands you took the book and pressed it to your chest, allowing the tears to roll down your cheeks. How did he know that you would like to learn more about the flowers in the garden? How could he know you so well? Your heart squeezed painfully, its sound louder than any other one and even than your own thoughts. If you knew where to look for him, you would immediately run there to thank him.

At that moment you decided that you would stay up no matter what and wait for him to come to check on you that night. You wanted to see him more than anything else.

#ghost of love #gol #eris fanfic #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris x reader #eris vandaddy #pro eris vanserra #eris vanserra x reader #high lord of autumn #autumn court #high lord eris #eris fluff #eris angst #acotar #eris acosf #acosf

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brooklyncircus · 16 days ago

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"Until you..." part. 4.

Hiromi Higuruma x reader.

Until you arrived, Hiromi Higuruma used to hate the damned sound of the rooster alarm, which constantly reminded him (to his frequent irritation) that he was alive, had to go to work, and continue with the same boring routine. Again.

But this time, he woke up before it went off, feeling strangely optimistic. He realised he wasn’t angry with the world. In fact, he was grateful, as everything that had happened... had led him to the moment he finally met you.

Realising this, he gave a faint smile, though he was still quite drowsy, with the sheets tangled around his legs and his hair even messier than usual.

With the feeling that the pillow’s imprint was still visible on one side of his face, Hiromi decided it was time to get up. With an exaggerated yawn, he headed towards the windows to check the weather outside.

"Today’s going to be a great day," he kept repeating in his mind, hoping it would be. His optimism was based on the belief that he’d see you again, even if only for a few minutes.

Put simply, Hiromi wanted to know if you’d survived the night. Or if you were still alive. Or if you weren’t merely a hallucination brought on by exhaustion or lack of sleep, or his own self-imposed work burnout (which was very likely, knowing him).

More than anything else, he wanted to know if you were alright.

The simple act of checking that you were still whole, alive, or pretending to be okay would be enough to calm his rising anxiety.

He grabbed the curtains and, with an anticipation and joy that felt fake and foreign, drew them open. “Ah—damn it!” he cursed under his breath, covering his eyes.

He knew he was being paranoid, but it felt as if the spirits in his flat were laughing at his foolishness. Because, upon pulling back the curtains, the sun hit him directly in the eyes, leaving him momentarily blinded.

After his small mishap—or supreme moment of idiocy—he got ready. He headed to the bathroom, washed his face and teeth, and attempted to tame his hair with a comb and a bit of gel, only to curse two seconds later because it didn’t turn out how he wanted, and a few stubborn strands refused to lie flat. Slowly, he put on his suit, shoes, and adjusted his tie.

That was one thing he found incredibly annoying: his tie. Despite several people showing him how to tie it, how to make that damned knot, he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t. And he found himself staring at himself in the mirror, with the suicidal urge to hit his forehead against it in one go, shatter it, and then head off to work.

Minutes later, he found himself walking through the station. He’d already paid his fare, and he was nervous. Very, very nervous. His heart was about to burst from his chest, or break his ribs, or explode. Any unpleasant, intense, disgusting thing that could happen at that moment, he imagined it in full detail.

He felt tense, his shoulders stiff, and his knuckles white from gripping his briefcase so tightly.

In the distance, he heard the train approaching at full speed. He swallowed hard and felt himself starting to sweat with anticipation—he knew it.

“Maybe I’ll faint,” he thought, and felt an urge to burst into laughter at how stupid he’d look if it happened. “Maybe I could just throw myself onto the tracks and…”

The train doors opened before him, and he walked inside, feeling himself tremble. The elderly lady beside him, with wrinkled skin and white hair, gave him a curious and slightly worried look but said nothing.

There were so many people, he had to hold onto the railings attached to the ceiling to stay standing. He swallowed hard again, already hearing his own heartbeat in his ears.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

His vision was beginning to blur until...

“Oh! I’m so sorry, sir. Truly. I’m very sorry. I swear I didn’t mean to bump into you or, even less, step on you, I just…” the woman’s voice stumbled over her words, sounding both startled and embarrassed.

That voice…

Hiromi recognised it instantly, and he’d only heard it once in his life.

“But once was enough,” he thought. Yes, once was enough to recognise it anywhere.

In any life.

He turned and looked at the woman. At you. He sighed, relieved, and nearly smiled. Gently, he took hold of your arm to steady you at his side.

You were alive.

She looked at him for a split second and recognised him. How could she not? He was the man who, the previous morning, had helped her find the station to get to the library.

She knew she’d recognise him anywhere.

And because of this, a rosy blush coloured her cheeks as she stood beside Hiromi, attempting to hold onto the same ceiling rail, her hand mere inches from his.

“Don’t worry, there’s no need to apologise,” he reassured her in a kind, soft, almost tender voice. He was happy to see her again, even if just for a few minutes. “Hold on tight; the train’s quite crowded today…”

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thinkingotherwise · 2 months ago

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Requested by: @rebelshiningstargirl If it's possible, can you make another smut one but with super sub umemiya? I see him as a switch so it would be pretty interesting to see him as a bottom 👀 only if you feel comfortable with it, of course! Thank you in advance

Sorry for the late post, I was sick and my brain wasn't braining, but now I'm better (I think). Everyone take care of yourselves and Stay healthy, stay cuddly, stay fuzzy

Hajime Umemiya x reader

TW: smut - 18+, sub! bottom! Hajime, reader has cock or strap

You heard the sound of pretty moans leaving his mouth once again, as your lips trailed down his chest. Your teeth grazed against his nipple making him squirm. Thighs tightened around his legs as you tried to keep him still, continuing your ministrations.

It was almost impossible for everyone but you to imagine how Hajime would be like not in power, for once. The fearsome and admired leader of Bofurin is lying so pliantly under you. Just waiting for you to touch him more, and to love him more. He was such a great lover.

His hands moved to your wrist as your fingers pressed against his nipple. You pulled away from his chest and gazed at him. His flushed face and blessed expression turned you on even more than you already were. His fingertips moved against your skin subtly telling you something. But you didn't give it to him yet because you had an agreement. "Hajime, I told you no touching." Your voice was lower and firm and he immediately let go of your wrist. You then hovered closer to his face and pecked the tip of his nose making his eyes flutter. Your smile appeared, slightly teasing, as you appreciated how he obeyed your commend letting you take your time with him.

He was such a good puppy for you. Doing anything you said, and so easily agreeable, only for you. Your mouth moved down his body leaving a trail of love bites and hickeys along his chest. One of your hands found its place back to the nipple you were playing with while the other brushed against his tip. You smeared his precum over his cock and he let out such a delicious groan. "Please more." His voice was breathless and his hands ached to be able to tangle into your hair. Especially, when your tongue pressed into the top of his cock.

...

"So pretty." You praised him as he arched his back just like he knew you liked when he was on all fours. His hole was used to you, so it wasn't that hard to push into him. Still, it stretched him and he let out a groan feeling as you filled him fully. His hands grabbed at the sheets tightly, kneading at the cloth. "Do you feel good? Am I fucking you good?" You asked wanting to hear his voice all needy. When he only nodded in answer your hand slapped his ass and you leaned over his back your mouth at his ear. Your fingers combed through his white hair and tugged on it. "Need to hear you." "Yes, yes. So good." He moaned out his face turning to look at you sideways. His eyes were glistening and his cheeks coloured red. When you trusted again it was against his prostate. His mouth opened in silent scream and he breathed deeply.

It was such a great rush of power and sexiness to see the Bofurin leader trembling beneath you. His muscled body pressed to yours, so strong yet so soft and warm to touch. Your moves speed up as his groans grew more frequent. "I'm close." You smiled at that and continued pushing rhythmically into him. "Do you?" A grin appeared on your face. "Then beg for it, Hajime." His fingers pushed more into the pillows and his legs started trembling. Your arms grabbed at his waist to keep him in the same position. "Please, please let me come."

You kissed his back in approval and used the fact you held him by his waist to sneak your hand under him to brush against his hard cock. He crumbled at that pushing his head down onto the covers and biting at him as he felt his orgasm reaching its peak. You pumped his length as he came, painting his stomach white. You heard his moans not fully silenced by the pillow in his mouth. After he finished his body slowly slipped to lie on bed. Your hand left his dick and brushed his back as he calmed down. His chest heaved and he squirmed against the bed in delight.

"I need more." He said shortly and you grinned at him, your body on top of his. He was always so insatiable. It was his way of converting all the energy he used to use during fights, and you understood it. You weren't one to deny him, especially when you could be spending so much with him in bed. You kissed his shoulder blade and bit into his skin before you entered him once more. "So needy." You laughed in his ear making him pout softly. The sound of your bodies rutting against each other echoed around the room throughout the whole night.

#wind breaker #wind breaker (satoru nii)#wind breaker (satoru nii) x reader #wind breaker x reader #hajime umemiya x reader #x reader smut

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creampuffqueen · 4 months ago

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Breakfast and a Braid

Yangvik Week Day 4: Hair

Summary: Kavik helps Yangchen get ready for a meeting after she accidentally oversleeps.

Word Count: 1506

(something short and fluffy to apologize for yesterday lol. will be posted on ao3 later)

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The amazing, fearsome, all-powerful Avatar Yangchen fell asleep at her desk again.

A knock on her bedroom door startles her awake, papers flying up as her flailing arms accidentally summon a gust of wind. Her head is pounding, her neck is aching, and she can feel the crust on her face from a line of long-dried drool snaking down her chin.

And to make matters worse, the great gong of Jonduri begins to ring, alerting her as to why someone is knocking at her door: she’s going to be late.

The door opens before she fully has her bearings, and she nearly shouts at the impudence of the intruder before she realizes who it is: just Kavik, already awake and far more put-together than she.

His eyes widen as he takes in the scene, eyebrows nearly disappearing into his hairline. “Did you just wake up?”

Yangchen scrubs at her chin with one of her sleeves, a sheepish grimace creeping onto her face. “Maybe.”

Kavik dips halfway out the door, bending to grab something placed on the floor. Still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Yangchen cranes her neck to see what he’s getting. He stands up again with a tray clutched in his hands and a look of concerned disappointment on his face. “You didn’t eat your breakfast.”

“I didn’t realize it had been delivered,” Yangchen replies honestly. Standing from her desk, she gets to work gathering up the scattered papers. “I don’t have time for it now, anyway.”

The tray is laid on top of her growing stack of paper. “You can’t go to the meeting without eating something.”

Yangchen ignores him, pushing the tray aside to grab at her papers. In doing so, she gets a glimpse of her reflection in the now-cold cup of tea. A glimpse that makes her sigh in frustration. Her hair is a mess.

Stomping over to the mirror on the other side of the room, Yangchen combs her fingers quickly through her hair, lips pursed in frustration. She’d taken it from its braid the night before, and somehow in her restless sleep managed to tangle it nearly beyond belief. Her finger snags on a knot that makes her yelp in surprise, and Kavik appears in the mirror over her shoulder, frowning deeply.

She yanks her hand from where it’s caught, nearly managing to smack Kavik in the face. The waterbender intercepts her, grabbing her by the wrist and holding tight. “Yangchen, please eat something. The meeting won’t break until lunchtime.”

Yangchen tugs at her arm, attempting to break free, but the motion is futile. “Kavik, I’m already going to be late as it is; I can’t show up with my hair looking like Pik and Pak made it into a nest overnight. I don’t have time for breakfast as well. I’ll be fine.”

“Go eat breakfast. I can take care of your hair.”

Yangchen searches his face for signs of a lie, but Kavik looks as serious as ever.

“Come on, you’ll be more late if you keep standing there gaping.”

Unfortunately, Kavik is correct. Yangchen sighs and trudges back to the desk, plopping herself into the chair and starting on the breakfast tray. She downs the cup of freezing cold tea in one gulp as Kavik fishes in one of the drawers for her hairbrush.

They work in tandem: Yangchen shoveling congee and steamed eggs into her mouth as fast as possible, and Kavik working through the tangles in her hair with a surprisingly gentle touch. He has to tug at her head occasionally for the more stubborn knots, but for the most part he manages to keep from jerking her away from her meal as she eats.

Despite herself, Yangchen finds that she’s enjoying this. It’s been a long time since she’s had someone do her hair for her. Kavik’s nimble fingers caress her scalp and lets out a tiny sigh without even realizing it.

It’s been a long week. She’s missed him.

They don’t advertise their relationship in public. It’s just easier that way; not having to explain something that, in all honesty, neither of them has felt the need to define. However, this means that on official business, they don’t get to share a room.

It’s been a long week without him by her side at all times, so, ignoring the urgency in the back of her mind that’s insisting she be on time for the meeting, Yangchen slows down the pace at which she’s eating to let Kavik draw out his hair combing for just a little bit longer.

Tangles removed, Kavik draws his hands smoothly through her thick tresses. Yangchen nearly arches into his hand, like a cat-goose getting its back scratched. If she could purr she’d probably be doing it.

“Much better.” Kavik seems pleased with himself - and with the amount of food Yangchen has eaten. “I could braid it, if you’d like.”

They’re going to be so late. There’s work to be done. People will talk.

Yangchen ignores all of those thoughts to nod her head in agreement. “I’d like that.”

Kavik bunches up her hair in one hand, then splits it into three neat sections with the other. He begins to twist the strands together as Yangchen finishes off her meal. The braid is much tighter than she usually gives herself, but not tight enough to be unpleasant.

She’s so focused on the soothing motion he’s creating that she can almost ignore the way he’s muttering under his breath. Almost.

“What are you saying?”

“Oh!” There’s no mirror at her desk, so can’t see behind her, but Yangchen can clearly picture the blush on his face from the embarrassed squeak he lets out. “Sorry, force of habit.”

“What habit?”

“You’re just full of questions, aren’t you?” Kavik keeps twisting her hair, round and round and round. “It’s something my mother would do for me and Kalyaan. When we were little she used to keep our hair long enough to braid.”

He pauses for a second, and his hands fall still as well. Yangchen lets him gather his words, curiosity thoroughly piqued.

“She always said that when she touched our hair, she made sure to only think good thoughts. She’d pray over us while she braided, to make sure we’d have a good day and be protected. Like she was giving us… little blessings to keep with us with every new twist. I haven’t kept my hair long enough to braid for a while, but that sort of stuck with me, I guess.”

Carefully, so as to not tug her half-braided hair from his hands, Yangchen turns her head to look Kavik in the eye. Sure enough, red tinges both of his cheeks. He meets her gaze with a sheepish smile and Yangchen’s heart swells. “That’s really sweet, Kavik.”

He tries to brush it off with a nonchalant shrug. “I mean, you probably need all the blessings and good luck charms you can get.”

Smiling, Yangchen settles back into her seat. “That’s true. I need this meeting to go well.”

Kavik takes this as his cue to finish up the braid. Her hair is long enough that, even braided, it still falls at her waist. This time, he says his blessings aloud, a new one with each twist of her hair.

A prayer for focus. A prayer for stamina. A prayer for strength in her convictions.

“And,” Kavik finishes with a silly flourish as he ties the end of the braid, “A blessing for a good night’s sleep and a real meal this evening. A prayer that the Avatar actually takes care of herself for once while we’re on this trip.”

Yangchen wants to shoot back a snarky retort, but the words die in her throat when Kavik leans forward to kiss her hairline. Fine. You win.

Still, she can’t resist reaching behind her to grab at his collar, dragging Kavik towards her for a proper kiss. He puts up no resistance, grinning softly as Yangchen presses their lips together.

“Thank you,” She whispers against his mouth, unable to stop a silly grin of her own from breaking out. They’re going to be terribly late to the meeting, but at least she’ll look fully put together. And as much as she hates to say it, having something on her stomach other than tea has vastly improved her mood.

Kavik kisses her again, then trails his lips upwards, covering the point of her arrow, then the shaved portion of her hairline in tiny, loving pecks. “Of course. That’s what I’m here for.”

They head to the meeting after that, taking care to separate once more. Yangchen will be presiding while Kavik does the sums and speaks up when needed. They’ll be apart for most of the day.

Yangchen brings her braid over her shoulder, running her fingers along the smooth twist of hair as a hint of a smile works its way onto her face. At least she’ll have a piece of him to stay by her side while they work.

#yangvikweek2024 #yangvik #yangchen x kavik #chronicles of the avatar

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satureja13 · 2 months ago

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After dinner, the Boys walked over to the Campeggio 'Fattoria di Lama' (= Camsite 'Old Llama Farm'). The nights at Tartosa are still warm and they look forward to their stay here.

Jack noticed that Sai looked worriedly over to the Castle, where they are supposed to meet Ms Coombes and athena tomorrow afternoon. And where they'll have to discuss the loan for their school fees... Jack: "Hey, let's leave the worries for Tomorrow Afternoon Saiwa, hm? It's been a while since we've been here. Let's not taint it with our problems." Saiwa sighed. Jack is right. He shouldn't dim their mood after such a great day, now that they are all happy together again. Uhhh - maybe he can cuddle with Jeb later in their tent! Sai quickened his pace.

The Boys, the Little Goats and Skully gathered by the fire. Jack started the Tartosa Playlist and Skully sang along. But quietly, to not wake the Little Goats and Kumo, who already fell asleep.

Jack was hungry - again - and started to roast some Veggie Dogs. Vlad never tasted roasted marshmallows before, since he only learned he can eat real food January this year, so Ji Ho shyly showed him how to do it. They are still far from not being awkward around each other. And it doesn't make it easier they can feel through the Bond how the other feels. None of them wants the other to feel pressured and they want to take it slow. Now, they can finally be together, they want the whole package. Getting to know each other, date... They kissed and woohoed already many times before, but it will all be new for Ji Ho, now that he has his feelings back. And new for Vlad, now that Ji Ho is finally able to love him.

After Jack munched his third Veggie Dog, Jack and Kiyoshi stood up. Jeb: "Are you going to sleep already?" Jack: "No, since we only have one bathroom here and it's late, my good mate Kiyoshi and I are going to start with showering and brushing teeth so we all get ready before bedtime. It's quicker when we go together and share the bath." Jeb: "Ah, I see." Sai didn't really listen because he was so excited to spend the night with Jeb <3 And poor Ji Ho burned his mouth, the marshmallow was too hot...

Then it dawned on Sai: "What? You are showering together? I told you we are not going to go down that road again!" Jack: "Tch. What a dirty mind you have. We are mates, Sai, just mates."

Sai calmed down eventually. If Jack and Kiyoshi can take a shower together, Jeb and him can do that all the more!

Meanwhile, in the bathroom. Jack tried to comb through his hair with his fingers and his hand soon became sandy and sticky. He turned and looked in the mirror to catch a view on the back of his head and he saw his tangled strands. Jack: "Gods - how am I supposed to get all that sand and kelp out of my hair?!"

Kiyoshi: "Don't worry, I'm going to give you a hand." And then he pulled Jack into the steaming shower. Jack: "Aouwww, you're a true mate!"

Kiyoshi tried to entangle Jack's strands and remove the sticky kelp. Jack howled: "Ouch! Go easy on me!" Kiyoshi drew back: "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm going to use more produce... I'll be careful."

The open bathroom is right next to the fireplace and the others heard a bottle click open and a squeeze. And then Kiyoshi slicking his hands... Kiyoshi: "Come closer and bend down a bit - then it's easier." Jack: "Like so?" Kiyoshi: "Ah, yes. Exactly like so."

Sai: "Do we really want to allow this - eh... mateship of them? What if Jack goes crazy again? I'll never forget the night he had that nightmare and I will never forget when we had to fear for his life when he fell in that coma when he was about to kill Kiyoshi."

Vlad remembered just too well. Jack is his best friend and he doesn't want him to get hurt again. But he also remembered how Kiyoshi was by his side when he watched over Jack - lying in that pod to keep him alive. And how afraid Kiyoshi was to lose Jack. Jeb pulled them out of their gloomy thoughts: "Kiyoshi won't let Jack get hurt again. He learned his part. And Jack prospered, a lot. They are honest to each other now and care for each other." Our little, naive Ji Ho: "They are mates, just mates."

Jack moaned as Kiyoshi scrubbed his scalp: "Mmmmh - your hands are magic, Kiyoshi..." A little later. Kiyoshi: "Gods, Jack, you have sand everywhere!" Jack squealed and laughed: "That tickles!"

Finally they finished! Jack looked at Kiyoshi in the mirror and he liked what he saw. He couldn't help to admire Kiyoshi. How beautiful he was. You can totally do that as mates. There's nothing wrong with it. Jack: "I'm glad it's you." Kiyoshi: "Are you happy?" Jack: "So happy. You?" Kiyoshi: "Same."

After Jack and Kiyoshi returned to the fireplace, Vlad went alone to the shower and then Ji Ho. No need to rush things. They are going to take their time and slowly approximate to each other. And cherish each and every moment. In their own pace. Sai whereas can't wait to finally lose his virginity! He wiggled on his chair, now it's Jeb and his turn to hit the shower. Jeb: "I let you go first. It's an important day tomorrow." Saiwa blinked: "Eh, thank you..." Sai stood up like in trance and shuffled to the shower. Jeb does not want to shower with him... That reminds him of last year when they were in the same situation right here at the campsite! Argh. Nothing changed!

And when Sai returned, Jeb went to the bathroom. Vlad was still sitting by the fire. They didn't talk and sat quiet for a while. Vlad and Sai share a deep friendship that needs no words and they can sit in silence comfortably. Sai was just planning how he was going to seduce Jeb later in their tent when Vlad called: "Night, Jeb! Take good care of Ji Ho!" Jeb: "Night, you two! Will do!"

What was that? Jeb taking care of Ji Ho? Sai: "Are you not going to share a tent with Ji Ho?" Vlad: "Gods, no. It's too early. When I lie next to him I can't help myself and think about how beautiful he is and how much I want him." Sai: "And?" Vlad: "The Bond, Sai. He can feel what I feel. Not what I think, of course. But he would feel my arousal, for example. I don't want to frighten him off. We're just at the beginning. And we're going home tomorrow. Means, Ji Ho and I are going to need our strength to teleport the TukTuk and it's going to drain us. And he will get travelsick again. I don't want to stress him further." Sure, Sai knows all that about their Bond - but he never thought about how exhausting this must be, and embarrassing ö.Ö' And then it clicked. If Jeb shares a tent with Ji Ho - Jeb is not going to share a tent with him! Argh! It's even worse than last year!

And Skully sang:

'Noi, senza dignità, oltre la montagna scopriamo l'amore. Qui, qui senza falsità, noi ci amiamo come la mente non sa. Noi, senza dignità, oltre la montagna scopriamo l'amore. Qui, qui senza falsità, noi ci amiamo come la.

'Without dignity, we find love beyond the mountains. Here, here without falsehood we love each other in a manner not known by the mind.'

Una Notte Speziale - Alice

Until Sai screamed at him to finally shut up...

From the Beginning 🔱 Underwater Love 🔱 Latest

Current Chapter: 'Here comes the Sun' from the beginning ▶️ here Last Chapter: 'Who killed Jack?' from the beginning ▶️ here

📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 23-28

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ilovepapahet · 3 months ago

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Sweetheart

Chapter Five

In hybrid moments. Give me a moment

Warnings: alcohol, creepy men, fluff, angst,

Let me know if I missed anything

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You wake up with the sun shining through your curtains blinding you as you rub your face from the grogginess of sleep. You hated getting up and getting ready for work. You already hear your cat meowing for breakfast “I know I know.. I’m comin” you say in a yawn.

Sitting on the edge of your bed ruffling your messy bed hair you look at your mirror at the foot of your bed. Your going to have to take a shower before you head out, stepping out of your room into the kitchen.

It’s nine, you have an hour to get ready and get to work. You feed Phoenix and eat something small, you weren’t that hungry.

Heading to the bathroom and turning the shower on you strip of you pjs and stepping in. Combing your hair of grease and tangles, washing yourself clean. Hoping out a drying yourself off to put your uniform on. You say good bye to Phoenix make sure he has enough water and food before heading out the door.

The worst part about going to work was driving through the city. People who don’t know how to drive, people who don’t look when they cross the road. It’s a pain.

You sigh as you reach a red light again. They always come at the worst time. The radio snaps you out of your thoughts.

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“Next up, Metallica! Here is their new song Master Of Puppets off their new album Master Of Puppets!”

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Now you’re wide awake due to the loud guitars and drums blasting through your speakers. You turn it off quickly not trying to ruin your morning already. You just want to get through the day.

Pulling into your usual parking stop you claimed when you first started working at this place.

You step out and walk to the back door since you parked in the back and unlock the door. There’s people unloading guitars from new shipments, people checking up on guitars and fixing some of them. The usual.

You wave to your boss as you walk by his office, he was a nice guy. He reminds you of the cool uncle everyone loves, the one who would take you on a ride on his Harley and give you candy when your parents said no. The one you would call to pick you up from a party you weren’t supposed to go to in the first place. He gave you comfort.

Jim was his name, a cool chill laidback guy. He made work fun. You pull up beside your work friend, Jordan who’ve you’ve known for about three years, “Hay, seems busy already”. He looks over at you standing upright from leaning on the counter, “Yeah. It’s like as soon as we open people come flooding in. It’s cool though at least we makin money” he laughed. You nod along to his words. This place always seemed to be busy with people from all over “I wasn’t expecting it to be this busy this early though” you look around the place at the amount of people in the place “Yeah same” Jordan replied.

Jordan became your close male friend and really the only one you trusted after multiple incidents where you had to leave after work late and creepy men were outside, this is another reason why you hated the city.

Men can’t take no for an answer. Jordan would come outside and make sure you get to your car safe and he’d make you call him when you get home to make sure you’re safe. You both talked through out your shifts and sold at least two or three guitars, usually you’d both be able to sell more, but not today.

Around the end of the day you and Jordan were lucky enough to get out of work early and you both walked to your cars. “Hay tomorrow you have a day off right?” Jordan asked standing by his car, “Yeah I do. Why do you ask?.

“Tomorrow me and a few friends are going out to some bar, you wanna come?” He asked.

You thought for a second and thought you should go. You hated going out, but you could trust him if you felt uncomfortable and wanted to leave “Sure why not”. “Great. I’ll pick you up around six tomorrow, that’s sound good?”.

“Sounds great, I’ll see you tomorrow then” you wave to him before getting in your car and driving off.

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After getting home feeding your cat and getting some food into your system you were ready for bed, everyday was so exhausting for you. You always tried to get better sleep you never could though and don’t understand why you couldn’t. You needed some sort of comfort to sleep. It’s not like your cat doesn’t give you comfort he does, but not the comfort you need.

You’ll figure it out at some point your sure of it you just need time to think about it. You talked to your friends about it some of them said it might be your bed, you’re still getting used to the city, maybe that could be it. You slowly drift off to sleep curling up into your sheets.

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You were in your room… everything slowly fading in.

A strange feeling that someone was with you washes over you as you turn and face the man with blond hair and baby blue eyes.

“James?” You say softy into the warm air of your room.

“Hay sweetheart… you havin trouble falling asleep?” He brushes a strand of hair out of your face and places his hand on your cheek gently rubbing his thumb over it.

You look back at him confused… why is he here again? ————————————————————————

You quickly wake up in a cold sweat. Why was this happening? why was he in your dreams? Why was he so gentle and caring? You rub your hands over your face and look over at the clock sitting on your bed side table.. ten o three.

You slowly stand up and stretch before you walk out of your room almost tripping over your cat because he was sitting right in front on the door “God damnit- Phoenix!” He looks up at you with an innocent look. This cat was going to be the death of you. You feed him and start to make yourself some coffee, you replay the dream you had… what the fuck was James doing on your dreams?

You remember that you have plans and quickly forget the dream, at least you didn’t have to drive and Jordan was driving. You didn’t have to go out until six, but you take awhile to get ready so you planned an outfit ahead of time. Six rolled around and you stepped outside on your porch locking the door and waiting for Jordan. He pulled into your driveway and you hoped in the car.

“You look nice” Jordan friendly comments on your outfit “it’s just a white tank top and blue jeans” it was always your go to outfit when you were lazy. He laughs lightly and pulling out of the driveway, it was a silent drive at the start until Jordan spoke up.

“What was it like being with James?” He asked, Jordan was a fan of Metallica even since their first album Kill ‘Em All came out. You sighed knowing he doesn’t know the whole thing that happened between you guys or at lest why you broke up.

“He was a nice guy” you replied softly.

“Do you regret breaking up with him? Or did things just not work out… like it just wasn’t meant to be” Jordan asked innocently.

“I don’t know… I just don’t like talking about it”

“Why not… not to push you or anything” he looks over at you.

“I don’t know. I mean your chill about it, but with other people I would probably get hammered with questions… and the girls would be worst”

Jordan chuckles and nods his head “yeah I guess. You’re lucky though”. Were you though? “Yeah I guess” you mumbled as Jordan pulled into a parking spot on the side of the road. As you both step out of the car you look up at the sign of the bar, you’ve been here a few times maybe more than you could count.

You walk in and follow Jordan to where his friends were, you didn’t really have many friends not like you used to.. just Dawn, her boyfriend Robert, Jordan and Dave. You wave to his friends and sit down keeping quiet unless one of his friends asked you something. You ended up getting bored of drinking beer and excused yourself to get a drink you actually wanted, you walk up and went to a bar stool and asked for a rum and coke on the rocks.

You looked down at the table deep in thought before you hear you name get called and a hand being placed on your shoulder.

You turn and see a tall man with reddish brown hair and very much unmistakable face.

“Cliff?”

He smiles realizing it really is you “Oh shit it really is you, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me”.

You turn to him completely give him your full attention. “Uh- hi what are you doing here?” You ask him.

“I was here with a few friend I was about to leave though until I saw you” he takes a seat beside you.

“You look great since the last time I saw you. You holding up ok” a genuine hint of concern in his tone.

You paused for a moment thinking about everything.

“I’m alright” you lied.

Cliff hummed and nodded slowly. There was a moment of awkward silence between you two. “What have you been doing these past years? Any new friends any boyfriends” you were a little taken aback but you knew he meant well especially after such a long time.

“Well I made one new friend, his name is Jordan I’m actually here with him” you tell him “Cool..” and there was a bit of awkward silence again.

“What about you? What have you been up to?” You break the silence.

“Well not much actually. We recently finished another album have you heard it yet, I think it’s are best yet”

“No.. no I haven’t” you admit feeling a little bit of guilt.

For the rest of the night you and Cliff talked catching up more on each other’s lives, Cliff ended up leaving before you and you walk back to Jordan and his friends.

“Who was that?” Jordan asked giving you a teasing smirk. “It was just an old friend. We were just catching up” you look down at the table.

“Really? I thought you hated talkin to the people you used to know”

“I do… depending on the person but he’s ok. We used to be close”

Jordan nodded and dropped the topic talking to his friends. It was nice to see Cliff again he still seemed like the same old Cliff you meet, he was still laid back which helped with your anxious nerves.

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Two weeks after you and Dave both called each other frequently wanting to rebuild the friendship. The only problem was is that he never stopped talking about getting kicked out of the band, sure you could completely understand why he was mad.

He had a right too but it was getting annoying, the constant complaints about it.

Today was no different. “I mean come on. I am ten times the guitarist their new one is”.

“Yes Dave I know.. what else is new” you sigh and roll your eyes and you hold the phone between your should and ear.

“What am I not allowed to complain?”

“I never said that Dave it’s just… listen I get your upset and you’ve been betrayed, but for fuck I don’t want to hear it anymore”

Dave scoffed “But you understand where I’m coming from? I can be upset”

“Yes you can be upset Dave and I do understand you, but it’s all you talk about. Why?”

“All you ever think about is the break up” he said in an irritated tone. “But I’m not constantly talking about it Dave. I just don’t want to hear it…. Dave I got to go, I’ll talk to you another time” you sigh feeling exhausted.

Dave didn’t say anything and let you hang up the phone. To much was going on in your life and you could feel your energy slowly getting drained day by day. You’re just.. tired.

You just stopped having the need to continue and all you wanted to do was to lock yourself in your house forever to just give up and forget everything.

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sorry this took so long guys I apologize I hope you enjoyed it though, this was a long one

Also! I have a masterlist now that I’m still working on and will be continually updating so you can find past chapters and new fanfics that are coming out.

@metalupyourass699

#james hetfield #cliff burton #lars ulrich #dave mustaine #kirk hammett #jason newsted #robert trujillo #metalica #james hetfield x reader #james hetfield fanfiction #james hetfield smut #james hetfield fluff #Sweetheart #Ilovepapahet Fanfiction

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mountsmase · 2 years ago

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no because cuddling with him must be one of the best feelings in the world. coming home to him already snuggled up on the couch.

you’d been out running a few errands and visiting a friend but he’d been gone before you even woke up that morning, having to go out for an early training session and then some media filming, so you knew he’d be tired.

he barely even notices when you enter the house, interested in whatever he is looking at on his phone, so you greet him briefly to alert him of your presence before disappearing upstairs. you jump in the shower and wash your hair, before applying your absolute favourite body lotion (which you know, though he wont admit it, is his too) and you change into a pair of pj bottoms and one of his hoodies. you towel dry your hair and comb out the tangles before hurrying back down stairs to join him.

his attention is brought to you as you enter the kitchen/living area, phone quickly being tossed asside as he watches you grab two glasses and fill them up with water before heading in his direction. you take a sip of water from one of the glasses and place them both down onto the coffee table as you go to take a seat at the end of the couch. but you’re sat for not even a second when he makes a noise of disapproval, opening the blanket up and looking at you with his best puppy dog eyes. he knows you’d never say know to him. you crawl under the blanket with him, back to his chest as he wraps you up, holding you close to him. you barely hear him as he whispers a quiet ‘comfy?’ and you turn your neck to place a kiss to his lips, you hum a ‘mhm’ to let him know that you are indeed comfortable before turning back to the tv and grabbing the remote. you switch the channel over so that it’s playing a random series you don’t have much interest in and turn down the volume, knowing neither of you will be paying much attention anyway.

masons nuzzles his head into your neck, tickling you with his beard as he leaves a soft kiss to your skin, ‘you smell good’ he acknowledges, placing a trail of kisses up to behind your ear, ‘used your favourite’ you reply before directing the conversation over to another topic, discussing your plans for the evening and what to do for dinner. after it’s been decided that you’ll be ordering a take out and enjoying a quiet night in, you lay in a peaceful silence, just enjoying each others company and closeness.

you can tell mason is getting sleepy by the way his fingers have slowed down where they are drawing random shapes against your arm, and his breathing has become more even. you once again reach for the tv remote, this time switching the screen off completely before standing up from the couch, much to masons disapproval. before he can start complaining you hold your hands out to him and pull him off the couch, directing him upstairs and into your bedroom, knowing he’d regret it if he falls asleep on the couch. he’d woken up from couch naps multiple times before with a sore neck or back and you want to prevent that from happening again.

his eyes follow you as you remove all of the decorative blankets and cushions from on top of the bed, watching as you pull the curtains across the windows, all natural light disappearing from the room. you direct him over to the bed, where you both climb under the covers and get comfy, with your back to his chest again, just like on the couch. he tangles his legs with yours, groaning when he feels your cold feet touch his legs, but he won’t complain, knowing these moments with you are precious. you both utter quiet ‘I love you’s and you can’t help but giggle when he slides his hand under your (his) hoodie, innocently cupping one of your boobs. you want to question him but quickly stop your self, soon realising that it’s comfy and actually really comforting, so you shuffle back, getting as close to him as possible before closing your eyes and trying to get some sleep.

(thank you anon for sending in this pic <3)

#mason mount #mason concepts #mason mount imagine

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al-the-remix · 5 months ago

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tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @dadvans, a snippet from a bucktommy kink discovery fic inspired by LFR's pierced ears. (I think i hit the midpoint today so hopefully the back half won't take me too long to finish. it'll probably end up around 12k)

“Hey, your ears are pierced.”

The observation just sort of slips out of his mouth one morning, come-dumb and thick-tongued from having Tommy’s cock snug in his throat before even the birds had started chirping.

“You’re only just noticing that now?” Tommy asks, managing to land somewhere between incredulous and deadpan. He thinks he’s so funny (and Buck thinks so too).

Buck pinches the lobe of Tommy’s ear between his fingers lightly, using his examination as an excuse to worm himself further into Tommy’s space than he already was. Tommy huffs a laugh out softly through his nose. He turns his head into the pressure of Buck’s nail, happy to indulge. After a moment Buck eases that pressure back.

Sometimes Buck thinks Tommy lets him get away with altogether too much. This far into their relationship he’s been amenable to Buck’s whims; always curious and ready to go along for the ride.

In Buck’s experience that leash only stretches so far before it snaps.

But that’s not something he’s about to bring up right now, not with the Tommyness of it all right at his fingertips.

“Give me a break. I’ve been a little distracted, alright?” In the grand scheme of things, Tommy should be impressed that Buck’s brain hasn’t leaked out of his ears.

Buck leans back a little, combing his fingers through Tommy’s thick chestnut waves. His hair is still damp with sweat and the strands tangle between Buck’s fingers when he tries to pull them through.

Tommy makes a “Mmm,” sound like a purr, deep and rumbling in his chest when Buck tugs at his scalp.

“Sorry,” Buck says, smoothing his hair back down, away from his forehead. Tommy just makes the same sound again.

“The other side’s pierced too,” Tommy murmurs into Buck’s skin. He’s draped over Buck’s legs like a big jungle cat, warm and dozing in the sunspot cast by the light leaking through the bedroom’s blinds.

It’s the sort of slow, easy morning they’ve been able to luxuriate in only when their off-duty shifts sync up. Buck had assumed (wrongly) that the more time he spent in Tommy's space the less greedy he’d be to occupy as much of it as possible.

Buck was desperate for it. Desperate for him. He's happily waste all day in bed with Tommy if he asked Buck to, and he’d probably feel like Tommy was doing him a favor.

It would be embarrassing if Tommy’s presence wasn’t so goddamn reassuring. Maybe it was just the new-relationship-glow of it all, but Buck's never had someone click so easily into his life like they were two puzzle pieces snapping together. Tommy just fit.

Buck smooths his hand down the length of Tommy’s spine. His back is a thick plane of muscle and tanned skin, sheened in sweat; a treat reserved only for Buck’s eyes to feast on. Buck traces his fingers tip over the scars and moles that decorate his skin, before he settles his palm in the center of Tommy’s lower back. Even with his fingers splayed his hand doesn’t cover the width of Tommy’s waist.

Buck could probably go another round right now, but he’d rather let the anticipation slowly wind back up through hot, lingering touches and steamy eye contact over the coffee maker, until he didn’t have any choice but to jump Tommy’s bones right then and there.

Cheek pillowed on Buck’s thigh, Tommy turns his face to the side so he can squint up at him. Buck catches a sliver of his expression, smirking and self-satisfied. He’s not shy about how much he likes Buck’s eyes on him. It makes Buck’s gut do a giddy little flip every time he’s allowed to look. Still in awe that that’s something he can do now and not feel like he’s doing something wrong.

He strokes his thumb along the shell of Tommy’s ear. That small dimple is so obvious to him now that Buck wonders how he ever managed to miss it. What other details of Tommy had he overlooked? What else was there to explore?

tagging: @justtoarguewithyou, @sixappleseeds, @goodnightpuckbunny

#bucktommy #mine #fic #piercing fic

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separatist-apologist · 1 year ago

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Buried Alive Inside My Dreams

Summary: An evil enchantress has locked Princess Feyre Archeron in a tower, secluding her from her family and removing her entirely from the outside world. Trapped and alone, Feyre turns her gaze to the stars, dreaming of returning home to her sisters- of finding peace. She's determined to escape before her birthday and the annual starfall that marks the occasion just as soon as she can figure out a way down.

When a thief breaks into her tower, Feyre takes her chances and leaves with him, unaware of who this man is and the price freedom will try and extract from her

Happy @officialfeysandweek2023

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PROLOGUE:

And at last, I see the light.

Feyre Archeron was ten years old when she was locked up in that tower. Ten, because she was already a threat with her bow and arrow, and too clever for her own good. She’d been caught hiding in alcove, spying on her wicked step-mother. She’d seen the spell cast over her father, but when Feyre tried to intervene, two blackguards tossed her in the dungeon while Amarantha decided what to do with her.

Perhaps killing felt too messy. Or maybe she didn’t trust the servants not to spill her secret. Some lie was made up about Feyre needing a governess because she was so miserably behind her sisters. Her father, enchanted to do nothing but agree, signed off on the entire thing. Feyre was whisked away without so much as a goodbye from her sisters.

There had been a time when Feyre was sure Nesta and Elain would figure it out. Feyre was content to wait…and then she wasn’t. Days became weeks, became months….became years. Feyre began to forget the faces of her sister. She forgot her father, her home, the palace.

She might have gone insane in that tower too tall to leap from had a little basket of supplies not been sent up, complete with a paint set. It was practically nothing—twelve tiny tins of paint, three brushes, and no paper. What she did have was the empty stone walls of the tower and her imagination.

And so Feyre Archeron, still just a child, began to paint. All the while, dreaming of the day she might finally get back home.

- - -

Combing out Feyre Archeron’s hair was a task that took the entirety of the morning. Every night, before she fell asleep, she’d braid it loosely hoping to avoid tangles and knots and every morning she woke half trapped in the floor length hair she was desperate to cut. It left her to the chore of washing her hair with the scant bucket one of the black guards occasionally sent up—their once imposing, constant presence had lessened over the years to the point that Feyre was lucky to see them once every two weeks.

Today was lucky. There, at the bottom of the large window she often sat in, was a bucket and a basket of provisions. And more paint—she’d left a note for more and whoever oversaw her imprisonment letting them know she needed water more frequently, which didn’t come, and that she was running low on paint.

At this point, Feyre barely had space left on the walls. Nearly every inch, from the pointed ceiling to the floor beneath her feet, was covered in her drawings. Sighing, Feyre turned her attention toward a piece from years before, back when she’d still been struggling to find a style that worked for her, and too angry to paint anything truly productive. She could cover it in white and start again. It would take a day to dry, but that meant tomorrow would be filled with nothing but menial chores and painting—the only thing that made her still feel sane.

But, first—her hair. Feyre dragged out the little, porcelain tub she typically kept propped against a wall. It was built for the child she’d once been, forced to fold her body uncomfortably in order to get clean.

Feyre scrubbed her body with a cake of violet scented soap before quickly rushing from the cold water and dunking her thick, long hair into the water. It took an hour to carefully wash through it, carefully combing out little tangles and burs that accumulated thanks to the length. Getting it out and wrapped in a threadbare towel was another challenge, and by the time Feyre had managed to brush it with a comb made of bones, her arms and neck ached.

Water sloshed over the edge of the tower, spilling to the vibrant grass made newly green in the open spring air. Feyre sighed, even as a lilac scented breeze caressed her cheek. Oh, but what she wouldn’t give to be out there. She’d thought of jumping more times than she could count and knew if she didn’t immediately die, she was likely to break both of her legs which would make escape useless. The black guards would find her eventually and were just as likely to cut off her legs as they were to help her.

Sighing, Feyre turned back to the tower and the mural she was working on. Inky night, with flashes of purple and green and blue—starfall. In Feyre’s mind, it was so vivid, so real. Every year on her birthday, showers of light fell from the sky, illuminating the world just for her.

Well—not really. But when she’d been a child, it certainly felt that way. Feyre had been isolated for so long that she’d take anything, and to comfort herself, she’d spun a story that someone was looking for her. Someone so powerful they could pull the stars from the sky.

At nineteen, she knew that wasn’t true. No one was looking for her, no one was pulling the stars from the sky and no one was coming to rescue her. Feyre was on her own with no idea how she might get herself out. Sighing, Feyre turned to her paints, wet her brush, and began working. It was the only thing that made her feel human anymore.

The loneliness was starting to wear on her. Feyre often found herself talking to the lizards that ran the length of the tower, peering in with jewel bright eyes. They didn’t stay long, but when they did, Feyre unloaded her every thought.

She would have given anything for conversation that didn’t exist in her head, though.

Feyre got her wish three days later. Sitting on the edge of the tower, one leg swinging over the side while her purple dress caught in the breeze, she was carefully braiding her thick hair as three black guards approached. That was unusual in and of itself. The fact that they were armed, and headed right for her?

She supposed it was going to happen eventually. Feyre had no weapons of her own—only a heavy, cast iron skillet she was allowed to cook in. How many could she take out with it, she wondered? Maybe one, before they stabbed her in the back?

“Princess!” one of them called from the ground, his reedy voice grating on her senses.

Examining her fingernails, Feyre replied, “Yes?”

“Are you alone?”

She paused. Why wouldn’t she be alone? Her reaction must have betrayed her, because all three guards slowed their steps, shoulders relaxing ever so slightly. Feyre turned to look in the tower where no one but an errant bird remained. “As always,” she replied with a heavy sigh.

“A criminal is on the loose,” another informed her, his voice somehow more awful than the one before. “Your safety is of the utmost importance. Please go inside and close the shutters.”

“I won’t,” she replied with all the haughtiness she could muster. Truly, Feyre was channeling her elder sister as she remembered her. It was a perfect day—not too hot, with a nice breeze. Feyre wanted to feel the sun warm her skin, wanted to indulge in her daydreams of running across the hilly countryside and vanishing into the forest in the distance.

“Princess—”

“Run along, now,” Feyre dismissed, waving a hand while turning her eyes back to the sky. They grumbled, but as long as they were forbidden from killing her, they were forced to obey. Her mind shifted to the criminal. If her step-mother was chasing this person down, Feyre very much doubted they were much of a criminal at all.

Feyre watched the black guards return to the forest they’d run from, intent on hunting down their missing criminal. “Good luck,” she whispered into the world. Foolish, to wish someone on the run any luck at all.

But Feyre knew better than most what Amarantha was like.

It took three more days for Amarantha to show her ugly face. She merely appeared while Feyre was in the middle of painting, clicking her tongue against her teeth. “Filthy as always, dear.”

Feyre’s heart immediately picked up. “Is it that time, again?”

“How compliant you’ve grown. What happened to the little girl who bit?” Amarantha crooned, tucking a piece of ruby hair behind her ear. Feyre indulged in a fantasy in which she bashed Amarantha’s face in with her skillet until her blood dripped through the cracks of stone floor of the tower and Feyre was left with nothing but a rotting, sneering corpse.

“Just get it over with,” Feyre said, thrusting out her wrist. It was the same story. Something in Feyre’s blood slowed Amarantha’s aging, and something in her hair made her step-mother eternally young. It had to do with her mother, and how she’d become pregnant.

A prick of her finger, and three small drops of blood against the snow, promised three beautiful, magical daughters. Amarantha had told her this, once—as a child, sobbing in the tower and begging for her sisters.

“This is where you belong, pretty Feyre. You were nothing but my magical little tool.”

Feyre sometimes wondered if Amarantha wasn’t responsible for her mothers death. If everything that happened to her hadn’t been planned before Feyre had ever been born. She did feel like a pawn in Amarantha’s game, with rules so complex it would take Feyre a thousand lifetimes to untangle.

Reaching for her wrist, Amarantha dragged one long, blood red nail against the delicate, fair skin and the blue vein pulsing just beneath. Feyre hissed, turning her head while Amarantha lowered her mouth and drank her fill. She didn’t need much—a few drops at most—but Amarantha liked to torment Feyre by taking whatever she liked.

“That’s enough!” Feyre hissed, yanking back her arm when it became too much. There was nothing pleasant about it. Just the feel of Amarantha’s teeth biting hard, leaving another crescent shaped scar on Feyre’s body.

“Someone is in a mood today. And here I thought you might like news of your sisters.”

Feyre’s head snapped up. “Are they well?”

“Hair, first,” Amarantha replied, tutting softly. Reaching for the end of her thick, long braid, Feyre raked her fingers through the ends until she had a few golden brown strands. Amarantha took them, pocketing them in her velvet, black dress.

“Your sisters are well. In fact, Nesta intends to visit you soon. That’ll be nice, don’t you think?”

The way her step-mother said those words, with that sharp, gleaming smile, made Feyre’s stomach sick.

“I don’t want to see her,” Feyre lied. She wanted nothing more than to see her sisters. And if Nesta came, it meant that Nesta would learn the truth of things—Feyre would tell her everything, would beg her to take her out. Had Nesta changed so much that she’d leave Feyre behind? It was her biggest fear, that her sisters had become poisoned the way their father had, and didn’t care if she was alive or not.

“Oh, don’t be so petulant,” Amarantha crooned, caressing Feyre’s face. Feyre jerked back furiously, her rage threatening to drown her. “All you ever want to talk about is your sisters and now you don’t want to see them?”

“Take me home, then,” Feyre pleaded.

Amarantha only laughed. “Feyre, you amuse me. Wild animals don’t belong in the palace.”

Her words were a kick to the gut. Feyre halted, eyes wide. Don’t cry, don’t cry—It didn’t matter. Amarantha’s loud, shrill laugh floated through the air as she vanished like smoke, leaving

Feyre standing in the middle of her tower with a bleeding wrist and a bruised heart.

Screaming at the top of her lungs, Feyre made her way to the window. She was going to jump, she swore it. Jump and see what happened, see—

A twinkling star overhead caught her eye, settling her for just a moment. Head inclined, Feyre whispered, “Please, save me.”

But she suspected, as the wind carried away her wish, that the stars weren’t listening.

And they’d never answer her.

Feyre woke to the sound of someone swearing. Without light in the tower, all she could hear was thudding coming from beneath her feet and a masculine voice—deep and rich like the night around her—cursing softly. Heart thudding, Feyre didn’t move, waiting to see if it was just another dream. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d hallucinated company only to realize it was her lonely mind playing tricks on her.

“Fucking kill me,” that voice whispered again. The sound of grinding stone propelled Feyre up, racing for her skillet and then, realizing she was just standing there in a thin night dress, for the closet to hide. Just in case this was a blackguard come to kill her in her sleep—she’d have the upper hand.

She left it open just enough to peek through a crack. Dust erupted from the floor as a large stone shifted. Feyre hadn’t known that even existed. Certain she was about to see a blackguard, Feyre gripped the handle of her frying pan with clammy fingers. Nerves were threatening to get the best of her, heart pounding so hard it was all she could hear.

The man who wedged his way through the tight hole was not a blackguard. Even in the dark, he was far too beautiful to work for Amarantha. She would have leached away his beauty before discarding the husk of whatever remained.

“The Mother fuck me,” the man whispered, shaking dust out of his midnight black hair. How he’d managed to get his broad shoulders through the opening was its own kind of magic. He seemed tall, muscular beneath the blue vest and white shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. A bag was slung over his chest, hand protectively touching it as thought to reassure himself it was still there.

“Hello?” he called, violet blue eyes finding her murals on the wall. “What the fuck is all this?”

Feyre waited until he was right against the mural, brushing his stupid fingers through her still-wet paint. She didn’t trust him, creeping through the dark unnoticed.

“What the—”

Feyre swung hard, hitting him upside the head with her pan. The man crumpled to the floor with a woosh of air, eyes rolling up into his skull. She waited a moment before a hysterical laugh exploded out of her.

“I did that,” she whispered, crouching beside the stranger's lifeless form. A quick touch of his neck revealed he was still alive—merely knocked out for the time being. He was far too heavy to move, though Feyre did manage to get him into a chair. She bound him in thin rope that wouldn’t hold him forever—just long enough to get some answers.

And then, waiting for him to wake, she decided to rifle through his bag. Inside she found some food, a couple gold marks, a folded up piece of paper, and a small, silver ring with a blue gem encircled by pretty white diamonds. Feyre pocketed the ring, intending to hold it hostage for the time being, before unfolding the piece of paper.

Wanted! Dead or Alive For Crimes Against the Crown!

There was no name, and the picture didn’t quite line up with the beautiful man in front of her. His nose was off—crooked and overly large for what was staring in front of her. But the image was close enough.

Feyre had found her stepmother's criminal.

And, perhaps, a way out of her tower once and for all.

RHYSAND:

It was not the worst week Rhys had ever had, all things considered. Being on the run was nothing new—he’d been running since he was a teenager and his father’s kingdom had toppled under the hands of a fucking witch, who had been looking for Rhys ever since. Ever the chameleon, he’d taken to crime like a fish took to water.

She’d come close a couple times, but Rhys was always one step ahead. At least, until he started circling back to Illyria, looking for the so-called bastard prince that supposedly commanded an army of dragons and monsters. They’d been allies once upon a time—Rhys hoped they might be, again.

Her blackguards had been hunting him through the woods for a good two weeks, trying to corral him away from the valley, which only made Rhys curious. What was she hiding? What secrets did the witch have? Exploitable secrets, he hoped. Something that made her vulnerable.

Killable.

Which was how he’d found himself tied to a chair, head throbbing, while a pretty young woman held a skillet in front of his face.

“Where…” Rhys blinked, his mouth sour. “Who are you?”

The woman blinked starry blue eyes at him. Who was she? Young, no older than twenty two if he had to guess, and so beautiful it made his teeth ache. In a different world, he would have wanted her.

In this world, he wanted her to untie him.

“Who am I?” she asked, shoving that stupid fucking skillet further beneath his throat. She could absolutely kill him with it, given his hands were tied behind his back and no amount of working them against the rope was freeing him. “Who are you?”

Time to turn on the charm. “Hi,” she said, offering her his most dazzling smile. “I’m Rhysand.”

She blinked and then, the little shit, pulled out the folded wanted poster he’d had in his bag.

His bag. His mothers ring. “Where is my bag?!” he demanded, wrestling against his bindings while the woman looked at him smugly.

“I’ve hidden it! Somewhere you’ll never find.”

Rhys glanced around the room before returning to her lithe, curved frame. “It’s in your pocket, isn’t it?” he growled, holding her gaze. Her cheeks darkened and gods, was it her first day holding someone hostage? Sweeping his gaze over her, he thought she seemed just a little too thin judging from the way her collarbones jutted from beneath the pretty lavender dress she wore. Her hair, too, was braided and rebraided, likely hiding just how long that thick mass of golden brown strands truly was.

No shoes on her feet, no jacket hanging on a hook. No fireplace for warmth. “How did you get here?”

She blinked. “Don’t try and change the subject. Why are you here? What do you want with me? Is it my hair? Do you want to cut it?”

“What?” he asked, genuinely stunned.

“Sell it? Sell me?!”

“I don’t—I don’t care about your or your hair!” he insisted, finally snapping the bindings holding his wrists. She skittered back when he stood, rubbing his raw skin. She was far shorter than he’d first realized, a fact he wished he didn’t care about. “Give me back what you stole from me, and I’ll be on my way.”

“Or what?” she challenged.

“Or—” she’d removed his dagger. Reaching for it, Rhys only found an empty pocket against his chest. She grinned, so obviously pleased with herself. “Feeling me up while I’m sleeping, darling?”

“Don’t be disgusting,” she snapped, but Rhys was a little too intrigued by the idea of her hands on his body, even if he’d been unaware of it. “I’ll give you back your ring if you do something for me.”

“I’m not in the business of taking maiden heads anymore, so—”

“Shut up,” she hissed, fingers curling to fists at her side. “Stop talking. I don’t want you, and if you touch me, I’ll turn your face into pudding.”

Rhys thought he might be in love with her. Maybe that was just the concussion talking, but anyone else would have backed down. He was bigger than her, stronger than her, and had her trapped in a tower he didn’t think she could escape from. All she had was his dagger, which he suspected she’d hidden somewhere other than on her person, and a skillet he could have easily pulled out of her grasp.

And yet she wasn’t scared. She was mad. Crossing his arms over his chest, Rhys arched a brow. “Well. Go on, then. Tell me what it is you want from me.”

“I want you to take me to the Ellesmere palace—”

“No.”

Fuck no. There was no way in all the seven hells he was going anywhere near that cursed place. Amarantha would have him before he got halfway and would kill him for it.

“Then you’ll never get your ring back.”

Rhys took a threatening step toward her. “I could just take it from you.”

“I dare you,” she replied. Rhys took a breath, trying to calm himself down. His cock had responded to that bratty tone and the flash of defiance in her eyes. Who was she? What was so important about her that she needed to be locked away?

Maybe she was dangerous. Hadn’t she immediately assumed he wanted to sell her? Perhaps she was another enchantress. That might explain his inexplicable attraction to her, despite not liking her.

She took a healthy step back, still holding that skillet. Rhys sighed.

“What could you possibly need from the palace?”

She bit her bottom lip. “Revenge.”

Intriguing. “Care to share?”

Pressing her lips together, the woman shook her head back and forth. Rhys sighed. “Look. I’m not going within a hundred miles of that place. Pick anywhere else and I’ll do it—but not Ellesmere.”

The woman considered this for a moment. “Because you’re wanted?”

Because their queen is a witch and she’ll kill us both. “Sure. Let's go with that.”

Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she asked, “Would you take me to Avalon?”

Right to the border, he thought darkly. He didn’t trust Beron Vanserra, either. Still, it was a week of walking to get her there which seemed a reasonable price to pay to get his mothers ring back. Besides, if this woman turned out to be working for Amarantha—and Rhys suspected she might be—he’d have some leverage.

Or he could kill her and wound the witch.

“Fine. I’ll deliver you to Avalon and in return, you’ll give me back my ring.”

There was a question there, gazing back at him. Rhys had no intention of admitting the ring had any amount of sentimental value. Let her think it a stolen trinket he intended to sell. Anything but the truth.

She extended one hand, the other still clutching her frying pan. Rhys grasped it, shaking those delicate, paint splattered fingers beneath his own rough, calloused palm. She smelled like violet and pear, and a dusting of freckles over the bridge of her nose were reminiscent of a constellation of stars.

“After you, princess,” he said, trying to put emotional distance between them. That did little to settle his racing heart.

“I’m not a princess,” she snapped, tossing an errant strand of hair over her shoulder. “My name is Feyre.”

Feyre. Why did that name sound so familiar to him? It did little to calm him down. Feyre, Feyre, Feyre.

Her name felt like the answer to a question he’d been asking his whole life. She wasn’t a princess she said, and Rhys believed her.

But as he moved that slab of rock to the side again, and watched her gingerly lower herself within it, he couldn’t help but wonder if she wanted to be.

What was wrong with him?

#feysand #pro feysand #feypunzle!

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early20sfailingplenty · 2 years ago

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Untangle me // Bo Sinclair x gn!reader

A/N: Hey! So I haven't written for the Sinclairs siiiiiiince, what, September 2022? This is a daydream I've been entertaining the last few days and I'm writing it to get rid of the rust on my Sinclair characterisations while I work on a gift for a friend. This is extremely self-indulgent; Y/N's panic with their hair is how I get with the tiniest of knots; I am genuinely ridiculous about it. Hope you enjoy!💖

Summary: Vincent and Lester, your usual go-tos for help, aren't available. But there's a knot in your hair, it's big enough to be scaring you, and you need someone to help you. You find the bravery to let Bo help you when he finds you crying. He's the last Sinclair who you ordinarily would trust with your hair. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and Bo ends up surprising the both of you.

Contents: Platonic or romantic (I leaned towards romance but your interpretation is up to you), reader has hair which can be combed/brushed through relatively easily), gender!neutral reader, reader cries/is panicking/calms easily once the knots are out of their hair, reader is mentally ill and the knot is basically the trigger of some kind of breakdown/meltdown (not sure which it is). Italics denote reader's thoughts. No triggers or warnings as far as I'm aware, this is fluff and softness.

Word count: 1, 361.

You stood at the bathroom sink, a small section of your hair pinched between two fingers, your comb in your other hand, your eyes swimming in unshed tears as you stared blankly at your reflection.

Just try again, Y/N, it's only a small knot.

But it wasn't. To anyone else, it would have been no big deal, it was just a knot. But to you, someone for whom their hair was as important to them as the air they breathed, it was grounds for panic. White hot fear ran through you and rendered you unwilling and unable to continue to try to get the knot out by yourself. You stared at the knot so intensely that when next you blinked, a tear slipped down your cheek, and then you broke.

Within seconds, one tear turned to two, which turned to six, and before you knew it, you were sobbing in front of the mirror, the tangled hair in one hand and your comb still in the other, your eyes red and puffy, your cheeks sticky with tears which couldn't dry before the next ones fell. You put the comb down and tried to separate the strands manually, blinking harshly against tears, but your fingers snagged three more times, your panic making you impatient, and you ended up making the tangle look worse, so you cried harder, you whimpered, your mind raced as you thought of scissors and oh god oh fuck I have to cut all my hair off, this is it, it's time to say goodbye -

The more you thought of having to cut your hair, the harder you cried, and the harder you cried, the faster Bo stomped through the house as he dashed up the stairs, slowing at the top as he stalked towards the bathroom, the door flinging open to reveal -

You, in a state he had seen his younger brothers patiently and painstakingly deal with every fuckin' night.

It was ridiculous, really, but they all grew to accept this as a part of your nightly routine. Why you never did your hair before you got too tired to deal with the inevitable tangles and knots calmly, none of them knew, but it was a part of you they had grown to accept and learned to aid you in. Vincent and Lester were always your first ports of call when it came to needing help with your hair, but it was Bo's annoyance at you asking his brothers for assistance that strongly deterred you from asking him for the same favour.

"Oh," Bo groaned, already planning on leaving you to it, "not this shit again," he waved a hand at you dismissively as he started to turn around.

You had visibly perked up at the prospect of help but as Bo turned around to leave, a gasp for air which was far too broken to actually bring in oxygen to your lungs ripped out of you and Bo froze.

He had never heard you make a noise like that and after tonight, he never wanted to again.

"Oh, darlin'," Bo sighed, "I ain't so good at - " he gestured vaguely, "this." He wanted to help you, or at least, get you to quit your whinin', but he didn't think he had it in him to be gentle. Not like his brothers could be. Even if he could get the knot out, he'd surely hurt you. Hurting you, of all people, wasn't fun for Bo. It never failed to surprise him, all the things he could do to you being many of the things he simply wouldn't, couldn't.

"Don't gotta be good," you mumbled and swiped a hand across your face, sniffling, "just gotta be better'n me. I can't get it out, Bo," you sobbed, "and I'm gonna have to cut my hair all off because Lester and Vinny aren't here to help me and I can't - I can't get it out and I'm gonna have to say bye-bye to my hair" and just like that, you were gone, sobbing on your knees on the bathroom floor, that fucking knot still clutched in your hand. Way in the back of your head, you knew that this was just one small thing which had tipped you over the edge in your mind; you had been hanging there for a while if this was what had set you off in the end.

"Like hell you are," Bo scoffed. He shook his head, stalked over to you. You flinched, your shoulders curled in on themselves, but Bo only came up behind you and kneeled down, grabbing your comb from you and easing the tangled hair from between your fingers. "I ain't sure I can be gentle, Y/N, but I ain't lettin' you cut nothin', either. Vincent would sign my ear off."

You giggled, a wet sound, and Bo smirked behind you as he got to work on the knot in your hair. His chest felt heavy in a good way when you laughed through your tears, but the enthusiasm in his endeavour to rid you of the knot made him a bit harsh, and you visibly winced. "Ow, Bo!" Your hand flew to touch his hand, trying to still him, but he pulled himself away. He couldn't help you if you had his hand in yours.

"Sssh, darlin', s'okay," He ducked around to press a kiss to the apple of your cheek, which was damp with tears. "Jus' sit tight, lemme work." In truth, almost as soon as he had started to work in earnest on the knot, it had come undone, so now he was simply brushing the rest of your hair for you, being careful and slow like he had seen his brothers do.

You pre-emptively winced every time the brush moved up your hair, but pain never came after that first time. Sometimes Bo swore to himself or he would make a thoughtful noise and you could practically see the frown on his face as your tears finally began to slow, your panic melted into relief now that the source of your anxiety was being dealt with by someone more level-headed in this situation than you, and you felt content to let Bo do his thing. He was slow, slightly rough with how he set the comb into your strands but then the downward drag was almost... gentle?

Before long, you could tell just by how your scalp felt that there were no knots or tangles left in your hair, but Bo was still combing, and you had started to tip your head into his hand, like a cat wanting more affection.

"Want it braided, darlin'?"

"It's okay, Bo, I can - "

A scarred wrist came into view as Bo plucked your satin scrunchie off your own wrist, taking it for himself as he did his best to copy his brothers' movements from previous times he had watched this precious nightly ritual be carried out. He wasn't half bad; it was slightly uneven, a little loose, but Bo had done it, so it was perfect.

"All righ'," Bo sighed, handed you back your comb. "Took a few, but I got it. All sleek n' pretty, darlin', jus' as y'like it."

Your hands flew up to feel around the braid, and you gasped happily, smiling widely as you spun around to face Bo. He flinched at how quickly you had moved but he didn't step back - he trusted you, even as you threw yourself at him in a hug, holding him tightly. Your anxiety was settling slowly, your tears had slowed almost to a stop, and with the source of your fear gone, you only wanted to be held. "Thank you! Thank you thank you thank you thank you, Bo! Thank you for helping me."

You grinned and Bo's face softened into a smile.

His arms came up to wrap around you loosely but then all at once, he melted into you, your comb still in his hand. If he had known it was the key to your affection, he would have picked it up long before his brothers had ever had the chance to do so.

Everyone go and thank @darklylucid for encouraging me to at least try to write for Bo and for being my soundboard, sentence structure editor, and for helping me write for this fandom for the first time in seven months.💖

#slasher x reader #bo sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #house of wax 2005 #house of wax 2005 x reader #bo sinclair fluff #bo sinclair comfort

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cetaitlaverite · 5 months ago

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Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

masterlist is linked here <3 i hope you guys like me again now lol

35. The Simple Pleasure

Freddie and Rosie woke up in her bed, tangled even tighter together than they’d fallen asleep. Their legs were intertwined, so were their arms and hands, and Freddie’s face was tucked into Rosie’s neck while his nestled into the top of her head.

Rosie woke first and marvelled at their closeness. There was something so intimate about sleeping like this. They had made love many times, yes, but spending the night wrapped up in each other was a level of closeness which fascinated him. To have Freddie so close, who had seemed so unattainable for so long - he must have still been dreaming, beguiling himself into believing he wasn’t still stuck in Germany, wandering around that horrible, horrible camp.

Freddie stirred against his chest, attempting to nuzzle closer. She mumbled his name and whined softly before yawning into his neck. He could feel the flutter of her eyelashes against his skin as she opened her eyes.

“You’re still here,” she whispered as she looked up at him. Her brown eyes were full of all the wonder he felt.

“Not going anywhere,” Rosie assured her, smiling wide. He kissed her forehead and the tip of her nose before meeting her lips, kissing her long and intense and deep, trying to communicate the depth of his love.

He felt the change in her when the hand resting on the back of his head started to comb through his curls and grip at them.

“Rosie,” Freddie gasped against his lips, pressing her hips into his. “Need you. Need you.”

“Fred,” he groaned.

“Rosie,” she went on gasping into his mouth, clutching him as close as she could get him. “Right now, baby, need you right now.”

“Fred, your parents -”

“Don’t care,” she cut him off. “We’ll be quiet. They don’t have to know.”

“Fred,” he groaned once more, because neither of them had ever managed to be entirely quiet before.

“Rosie,” she whined, attempting to grind her hips into his. “Please, my love, please. I need it. I wouldn’t be asking if I just wanted it but I need it.”

He ran a hand down her back and slipped it beneath her nightgown. He’d always found it uniquely impossible to deny her things. And, try as he might to be the reasonable party of the two of them, he needed it too. More than he needed to breathe, he felt.

So they made love as quietly as they were able, holding on tight and whispering the whole time about how much they loved each other, how they never wanted to be parted from each other, how they wanted to spend the rest of their lives waking up just like this.

When they were finished and tired again, Rosie helped Freddie back into her nightgown, just in case one of her parents was to knock, and then got himself back into the shirt and shorts he’d worn to sleep. They curled back into each other in bed, and Rosie watched as Freddie watched him from up close, as her big brown eyes took in his face and committed it to memory even though it was already there, watched as her eyelashes fluttered with both affection and desire, as her lips reminded him of how much she loved him.

“Fred,” he whispered, caressing her hair.

She smiled. She had never looked more beautiful than she did at this moment, smiling and in love as she gazed back at him in the bed they had shared.

“Will you marry me?” he breathed, pressing their foreheads together.

Her smile lit up her face. He had the perfect view. The hand she had tangled into the back of his hair tightened its grip. She looked wild, almost, in her joy. So, so stunningly beautiful.

“Yes,” she told him. “Yes, I will marry you. I want to marry you right now, in fact.”

Rosie was grinning. “Right now? We don’t have a licence.”

“We’ll get one!”

“I had a ring to propose with but I think I left it -” He recalled how Croz had packed his bag. Croz, who he had brought with him to help pick out the ring. If Croz had remembered - well, he was about to owe him a whole lot, to say the least.

Rosie rocketed out of bed, grinning even as Freddie complained half-heartedly because she wanted to kiss him some more. He rifled hastily through his bag and found, tucked carefully into one of its corners, the velvet box with the ring he’d bought just after Freddie had forgiven him for re-upping, almost the moment the two of them had returned to Thorpe Abbotts. He’d known she wasn’t ready for a proposal at the time but he had wanted to be prepared, so that the instant she started to drop hints that she was ready he could fall to the ground and pledge himself to her for all eternity.

Rosie was smiling wildly as he rounded the bed to her side and got down on one knee. He’d been waiting to do this for so long. Ever since he’d first met her, really. He believed in his own convictions, had always known deep down that when he met the right person he’d know. And when he met Freddie he knew. He would have married her after two weeks of knowing her if he’d thought she’d let him, but he didn’t resent the scenic route she’d taken him on instead. She was worth the wait.

Freddie was laughing a little bit deliriously as she looked down at Rosie on one knee before her. Her eyes filled with tears as she sat up and swung her legs around the side of the bed to face him.

“Wilfrieda Jane Leroy,” Rosie began, because his mother had told him when he’d written to her about his intentions that any respectable proposal needed to begin with the full name. “Fred,” he added after, because she was always Fred to him. “The light of my life. The love of my life. All the best parts of my life are because of you.”

Freddie giggled here, swiping at her eyes as some of her tears spilled over.

“I don’t wanna ever be apart from you again. Let me tie myself to you, for the rest of my life, so that we can’t be parted.” He presented the little velvet box to her and opened it.

Freddie didn’t even look at the ring. Her eyes were fixed on his.

“Fred. My darling. My sweet, sweet angel. Will you marry me?”

She nodded, rapidly and excitedly. “Yes!” She flung her arms around his neck and fell into his arms, and he caught her, falling back to sit on the floor and clutching her tight to him. “Yes, Rosie, yes! I will marry you!”

He laughed along with her giggling, pressing kisses to every inch of skin he could get his lips on. And when it became clear Freddie had no intentions of letting go anytime soon he pried her left hand away from his hair and took it into his hand.

“Let’s take this one off for now, huh, sweetheart?” Rosie asked, lifting his eyes to hers for permission and then sliding the fake wedding ring he’d given her off of her finger. Her ring finger was bare for only a moment as he put the old ring on her nightstand - the last time Rosie would see her ring finger bare for the rest of his life, he realised with no small amount of joy - before he slipped the engagement ring he’d picked out in its place. He smiled down at the ring he’d bought sitting there proudly on her finger as she gushed over its beauty.

“It’s perfect,” she declared, marvelling at it, tipping her hand this way and that to watch as the diamond caught the low light peeking around the edges of the curtains. She’d seen it before, yes, and thought it was beautiful, but now that Rosie had put it on for her, had proposed to her - now that she was engaged - it was infinitely more beautiful. Breathtakingly so.

She was getting her proposal after all.

Rosie kissed her then, and he didn’t stop kissing her. And when they finally made it downstairs to share the news with her parents, he couldn’t stop kissing her then, either, though on the temple and the top of the head and the forehead this time instead of the lips.

Rosie had had Felix and Alma’s blessing for a long while by now. A year and two months, if he recalled correctly. And they were so pleased, entirely supportive. Felix simply thanked Rosie for acquiescing to his wishes and waiting until he was sure Freddie was ready. Although, he remarked teasingly, he’d probably overdone it just a little bit with the waiting. Probably she had been ready for a while by now.

Rosie laughed and hugs were shared. Over breakfast Freddie declared that she wanted to get married today.

“I want you both to be there,” she said to her parents. “But I don’t want to wait for the end of the war. Do you think we can elope? Today? I’m sure we can get a last minute licence. And maybe I could wear your wedding dress, mum?”

Alma laughed. “Wils, are you sure?”

Freddie was grinning. “I couldn’t be more sure. I feel as though I’ve been given a second chance - or a third, as it were. And I don’t intend on wasting it. I’m marrying Rosie or I’m marrying no one, but Rosie’s here and so are you both and I want to get married!”

“Alright,” Alma agreed, laughing. “Rosie, do you also want to get married today?”

“I want nothing more than to get married today,” Rosie replied, grinning. He was squeezing Freddie’s hand beneath the table, trying to hold himself back from smothering her in kisses in front of her parents.

“Okay,” Alma declared. “Then it’s your wedding day!”

“We’ll have a proper wedding after the war,” Freddie said, giggling. “I want my own dress and I want my friends there - and Rosie’s family should see him get married too, I think. And I’m not very pretty right now, so we can take nice pictures then instead of now.”

When she turned to him, seeking his approval, Rosie was frowning. “What do you mean you’re ‘not very pretty right now’?”

Freddie shrugged, nonchalant. “My skin has been breaking out and I have bags under my eyes and I haven’t been taking good care of my hair. It’s okay, it was all just out of stress and I’m okay now, so it’ll go away.”

“Fred…”

“Not to worry!” she chirped. “We’ll have a proper wedding and I’ll be better. But today I don’t want to not be married for even an hour longer!”

Rosie waited until everyone had dispersed to corner her. Taking her face into his hands in the living room while her parents hurried upstairs, he pressed a long, firm kiss to her lips and then his forehead to hers. “Fred, you have never looked more beautiful. I love you so bad.” When she started to object he cut her off with another kiss because, in spite of whatever she saw when she looked in the mirror, he hadn’t noticed any of it. She was alive and close enough to touch and that was all he’d ever needed her to be.

They wasted time for five minutes more, kissing and clutching at each other and whispering about how these were both their first few hours as an engaged couple and their last few, before Alma came storming down the stairs and forced them apart in no uncertain terms.

“If you two want to get married today, move. Rosie, you need to get rings -”

“We can just use the fake wedding rings we’ve already got,” Freddie cut across her. Alma knew about the fake wedding rings, of course, because Freddie had been wearing hers ever since her parents had driven to pick her up from Thorpe Abbotts. “Do you have yours with you, Rosie?”

“I don’t think getting married with fake wedding rings is appropriate, Wils,” Alma replied before Rosie could.

“But they’re special!” Freddie insisted. “They’re sentimental.”

“They’re real rings,” Rosie explained with a sheepish smile. ”We just used them to pretend to be married.”

“Second hand?” Alma wondered with a raised eyebrow.

Rosie couldn’t quite meet Freddie’s eyes as he shook his head.

Freddie’s eyes were wide. “You told me you pawned them!”

“I couldn’t have my girl walking around wearing someone else’s wedding ring,” Rosie excused himself. “It ain’t as fancy as I would’ve liked but -”

“It’s perfect!” Freddie insisted. She used both of her hands to take hold of one of his, drawing his eyes to hers. “I’m getting married with that ring. It’s more special to me than any other ring you could buy today.”

Rosie smiled and kissed her temple. In turn, she squeezed his hand.

“Do you have your ring with you, Rosie?” Alma interrupted them.

“Yes, ma’am,” Rosie confirmed. He’d noticed it sitting beside the box housing Freddie’s engagement ring right before he’d formally proposed. It was likely, he thought, that Croz had just emptied the entire contents of his footlocker, save for the books and letters, into his bag in his haste to pack.

“Alright,” Alma conceded. “Fine. But you still need to go and get the marriage licence. So chop chop! You won’t be the only couple in Oxford looking to get married today!”

Heeding this warning, Rosie dressed and left with Felix to get the marriage licence. At the very least, he would be wearing the dress uniform Croz had packed for him, so he didn’t need to buy a suit.

All the while, Alma stayed home with Freddie, helping her get ready. She dug out her wedding dress from 1918 and only had to pin it in a little bit, and worked on styling Freddie’s hair in luscious waves before pinning her veil in the back. She helped Freddie with her makeup, then buckled her shoes for her and helped her to her feet.

Alma took a few steps back from Freddie until she was standing in the doorway to her bedroom and had to press a hand against her lips. “Oh, Wils,” she said, a small sob escaping through her fingers.

Freddie smiled. “How do I look?”

“My little girl is a bride,” Alma said, shaking her head and laughing even as she let out little sobs. “You look so unbelievably beautiful. You wear that dress so much better than I ever did.”

Freddie scoffed at this. “I have seen your wedding pictures, mother, and you are a shocking liar.”

Alma laughed. “Oh, my darling girl. I can’t believe you’re getting married.”

“I know,” Freddie said, accepting the hug Alma pulled her into. “This time yesterday I thought my life was over. Now I’m about to marry a man I love more than breathing.”

“After Daniel,” Alma started, and faltered to clear her throat. “After Daniel, and then after Rosie went down, I didn’t think I’d ever get to see you get married.”

“I know,” Freddie whispered, fighting to hold back the tears in her eyes. “Me neither.” She smiled as she pulled out of the hug. “Are you happy?” she asked quietly, fiddling with the engagement ring on her finger.

“I’m overjoyed,” Alma confirmed, laughing as she took both of Freddie’s hands and squeezed them. “I really, really couldn’t be happier.”

“Me neither,” Freddie said, laughing too, not because she was amused but because she was happy.

Rosie had thought to buy flowers for Freddie to use as a bouquet, but when he returned with Felix from securing the marriage licence Alma wouldn’t let him see Freddie to give them to her. While the ceremony would be small and not entirely orthodox, Alma wanted to maintain some semblance of tradition. So, in her haste to keep Freddie and Rosie apart, she quickly finished getting ready, changing her dress and perfecting her hair and makeup, before bundling Freddie into the car with her to drive the two of them to one of the many churches in the city of Oxford, St Michael at the North Gate, which was where Alma and Felix had gotten married twenty-seven years ago.

Alma parked the car with ease - not many people could afford to buy petrol anymore, especially with the rationing - and hurried Freddie into the church with the marriage licence in hand. Thankfully, no one had beat them to the mark, and only a small selection of people were in there, none of them getting married.

“We’d like to host a wedding here today,” Alma declared with authority, marching the two of them down the aisle. She launched into a hasty retelling of the story - how Freddie had fallen in love with an RAF pilot when she was a teenager and how he’d been shot down and killed, and how she’d found love again with an American bomber pilot and how he’d been shot down, too. How they’d thought he was dead for almost three weeks before he came to the house yesterday and this morning asked Freddie to marry him.

The clergy, touched by the story, accepted the marriage licence and agreed to conduct the wedding. Freddie would apologise to Rosie later about their getting married in a Christian church but there was no real alternative if they wanted to do this today.

Freddie and Alma waited in a back room for Rosie and Felix to arrive. Freddie fiddled impatiently with her bouquet until a man from the clergy burst in and asked, half out of breath, “Has anyone shown you the sheela na gig yet?”

Freddie blinked at him, uncomprehending. “Sorry?”

“The sheela na gig,” the clergyman repeated. “Has anyone shown it to you?”

Alma smiled knowingly. “No, not yet.”

“Come,” the clergyman beckoned, offering his hand to help Freddie stand. “Your mother will stay here. Don’t worry, your groom is safely tucked away in another room.”

Rosie was here. Freddie’s heart leaped with anticipation.

The clergyman led Freddie through the church to the tower, then instructed her to look up towards the belfry windows on its west side. Up there was a stone shaped like a woman with her legs spread. “That’s the sheela,” the clergyman said.

“Right,” Freddie replied, eyebrows furrowed.

“It’s tradition,” the clergyman went on, “to show brides the sheela on their wedding day. At this church, anyway. Elsewhere sheelas warn against lust or protect against evil spirits. This one brings good luck in marriage and fertility.”

Freddie smiled as she turned back to the stone. “So my mum would have been shown her on her wedding day, too.”

“If she got married here then yes,” the clergyman confirmed.

Freddie gazed up at the stone carving and laughed softly to herself. “Am I supposed to say anything? Greet her or wave or… anything?”

“You can if you’d like.”

Freddie smiled up at the sheela, considered her for a few moments, and then blew her a kiss. “Thank you for blessing my marriage,” she called up to her. “Please let us be as happy as my parents are.”

Beside her, the clergyman smiled. “You know,” he said, “you’re the first bride I’ve ever shown the sheela who’s thanked her.”

Freddie shared his smile and shrugged. “She does important work,” she replied. “I’d like her to know her brides are grateful.”

The clergyman led Freddie back to the sideroom to exchange a few last words with her mother before she met her father out the front, where he was already waiting to walk her down the aisle. Rosie, the man said, was already waiting for her at the altar.

“How’d you like the sheela?” Alma asked as the clergyman closed the door behind him, giving them their privacy.

Freddie grinned. “I liked her very much.”

“Me too,” Alma agreed. “It’s a nice tradition, unique to this church.”

“I’m glad to share it with you.”

Alma smiled widely. “Me too, Wils.”

“It feels silly to say,” Freddie said next, fiddling with her flowers, “but I feel kind of jittery. I can’t wait to marry him but I also can’t quite believe that this is my wedding day. I’ve been dreaming about it since I was a little girl.”

Alma was grinning at her. “Well, lucky for you, Wils, if anything goes wrong you’ve got another one to look forward to. Not many brides get to say that.”

Freddie laughed. “Right,” she agreed. “A proper wedding.”

“A proper wedding,” Alma confirmed. “With friends and family.”

“And dogs,” Freddie added.

“And dogs, yes.” Alma rolled her eyes playfully. “Just enjoy this one. There will be so much for you to focus on worrying about at the next one, with all those guests and a dress of your own and a party to host afterwards. Let this one just be fun. Just about you and Rosie and how much you love each other.”

“About how lucky we are,” Freddie added, “to be back together again.” She shook her head, feeling herself getting teary from happiness. “I’m so, so lucky he’s still here.”

“You deserve it, Wils,” Alma said softly, pulling her into a hug. “You deserve the simple pleasure of marrying the man you love. So enjoy it. No need for nerves. You’ll have plenty when everyone you know is watching. This one is just about you and Rosie and your love.”

“Me and Rosie and our love,” Freddie confirmed with a nod, pulling back from the hug. She shook her head with a wide, excited smile. “I really just can’t wait to be his wife.”

Alma smiled knowingly. Freddie supposed she knew the feeling.

A knock at the door had both of their heads turning towards it. “Miss Leroy?” called the clergyman through the old wood.

“Yes?” Freddie called back.

“Are you ready for me to take you to your father?”

I’m ready for you to take me to my husband, Freddie thought.

“Yes,” was what she said. “Yes, I’m ready.”

#watm #my writing #masters of the air #hbo war #rosie rosenthal #robert rosie rosenthal #masters of the air x oc #hbo war x oc #rosie rosenthal x oc #masters of the air fanfic #rosie rosenthal fanfic #masters of the air fanfiction #rosie rosenthal fanfiction

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Happy Birthday

Dreamcatcher (OT7) x Female Reader

(1 part - ongoing ⚠️)

Word Count: 10,553

Summary: As the 8th member of Dreamcatcher, being in a relationship with the entire group makes for some very chaotic and gay surprises on your birthday.

Warnings: sexual content, brief angst, cursing

"Jagiya." I heard softly next to my right ear, but the heavy weight of exhaustion willed me to ignore it and bury my face deeper into the pillow. A light chuckle (that would've made my heart flutter had I been completely conscious) sounded in response to my reaction.

"She's out of it." I heard a different voice on the other side of me, this one slightly deeper and obviously amused. "Can't we just let her sleep? It's her birthday,” she muttered, so close to my neck that I could practically feel the pout on her lips. The only thing keeping me awake in that moment was her hand moving smoothly against the skin of my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Her body was flush against my side, her bare skin bringing back memories of last night and reminding me why I was so tired. We didn't exactly get much sleep...

The other girl sighed and I felt the bed dip on her side. "I know, but we have too much to do today, Sing,” she directed towards the girl curled against me. I recognized the voice as Minji's. Another hand made its way to brush the stray hairs out of my face. When the other body scooted close enough to my opposite side, the soft fabric of clothing and the heavenly scent of Minji's shampoo told me that she had already gotten up and ready. It made me wonder if Siyeon had opted to stay in bed with me all morning while the older woman showered.

"Y/NN,” Minji gently tried again, this time using my nickname. "It's time to wake up, my love." A hum left my throat at the pet name, but I still felt too weak to open my eyes. Yet, she never seemed to lose her patience, instead continuing to comb her fingers through my hair. What she didn't realize was that her actions were only lulling me back to sleep rather than keeping me awake.

However, that changed immediately when soft lips pressed against mine. My body reacted instantly and I felt myself instinctively leaning up for more after she pulled back. This time both girls laughed at my reaction. "Well, that's working,” Siyeon said, her voice closer to my ear now. They didn't waste another second in their attempt to wake me, Minji's lips capturing mine again in a slow kiss while Siyeon's trailed across my jawline, her hand still exploring my body. A shiver traveled up my spine at her touch, spreading goosebumps across my skin.

It was one thing to experience this during the night, but waking up to it was something else entirely. The passionate yet obviously restrained kisses from Minji as her fingers tangled in my hair, gently clutching my scalp and tilting my head back. Siyeon's tongue peeking through her lips, dragging across my jaw and down to my neck where she held back from sucking down at the command of Minji (who claimed we'd be here all day if she started that). With the way a thick heat was pooling in the pit of my stomach from just a few seconds of this pleasure, I knew she was right.

Although, it was obvious Siyeon didn't want to stop, her lips replacing Minji's when the leader got off the bed. Within a split second, Siyeon was on top of me, her hands resting on either sides of the pillow I was laying on, trapping me in. The feeling of her bare thighs on my stomach and her tongue that had made its way past my lips without warning made me whimper into her mouth and blindly reach up to hold onto the back of her neck. I felt the hint of a smirk on her lips as she continued to kiss me deeply and roughly, never minding my weak movements. In fact, I think she was enjoying the idea of catching me off guard in my lethargic state. My body and brain were reeling to catch up with the sudden burst of stimulation and it was making me extremely flustered.

"Siyeon!" the leader's commanding voice cut through the room. "We're trying to wake her up, not keep her in bed,” Minji scolded her. I think we were both a little startled, completely forgetting she was even there. Nevertheless, Siyeon stopped what she was doing and reluctantly pulled back from me. After one last gentle kiss, she stared down at me while I finally opened my eyes, clearly dazed. "I'm gonna go make sure the others are up,” Minji said, sending me a gentle smile before turning around to leave the room.

"Good morning, jagi,” Siyeon said when my attention was back on her. A playful smile appeared on her face, showing off her thick cheekbones. Even after all that, it still managed to give me butterflies.

"It's too early for this,” were the first words I groaned out before covering my face with my hands. She genuinely laughed at my English phrase and went to grab my wrists. Slowly tugging on them, she eventually moved my hands off my face, nearly giving me a heart attack at the image that greeted me. Siyeon had leaned back, still sitting on my lap, with her head tilted to the side a little and her eyes staring back at me in that emotionless way she looks at the camera on stage that was somehow incredibly sexy. She did it often, and you'd think I would've gotten used to it by now, but it didn't help that, this time, she was very very naked.

My jaw had dropped without me even realizing it and I couldn't resist taking in every inch of her exposed skin, burning it permanently into my memory. She had the body of a goddess and she knew exactly what she was doing. When my eyes made it all the way up past her chest and back to her face, I knew she had been following my gaze the whole time simply from the confident smirk on her lips. She ran a hand through her short red hair that was still wavy from how she had it styled yesterday and looked down, her tongue poking from the side of her mouth. Her actions were ridiculously attractive and I almost thought she was doing it just to tease me, until I became aware that I, too, was completely naked underneath her.

Just like I had done previously, I watched as she eyed my body up and down. Her tongue slid across her lips in satisfaction. My mouth suddenly felt dry with her attention on me so I closed it and tried to swallow. This brought her gaze to my neck and I could practically feel the want radiating from her. She reached down to place her hand loosely against my throat and let her thumb rub soothing circles on the skin there. I was sure she felt my rapid heartbeat and staggered breathing under her fingertips, enjoying being so in control. Her eyes flicked up to mine and I could see the hunger lurking behind their warm brown exterior. I fidgeted under her stare, knowing that nothing good ever followed when she looked at me like that.

Instead of acting on her desires though, the wolf pulled back, her eyes softening as if realizing where she was. The hand that was on my neck moved to my head and she started gently running her fingers through my hair like Minji had done earlier. "Are you having a good birthday?" Her voice was still slightly raspy after waking up and it made my heart flutter. Although, her insinuation caused images of what her and Minji did to me last night to flash through my mind. As if it were happening all over again, I started getting hot and my pulse raised at the memories of their hands and lips all over my body.

When they brought me back to their hotel room claiming they had a surprise for me, I innocently assumed it would be a cake or a new pair of shoes or practically anything other than what I got... (guess that's why they called it a surprise). Had it been one of them, I may have predicted the outcome. But both of them? I didn't know they were capable of that. I suppose being roommates for over a decade really makes you grow comfortable with someone. And now that I had experienced what it was like to be with two of them, I wasn't sure I'd ever want to go back.

A blush spread across my cheeks as I looked up at her. "Best fucking birthday of my life,” I replied bluntly. Siyeon laughed again and leaned down to give me a kiss, pleased with my answer.

"That good, huh?" she whispered against my lips.

"More than good," I replied with a smile that she ended up kissing off my face. "I love you," I whispered and then gave her another kiss. "So much." She smiled and I took a second to admire it. God, her smile is so beautiful.

"I love you, too." She kissed my cheek before repeating, "So much." And just like that, the sweet, loving Siyeon I had grown used to returned, locking away the hungry, unruly wolf deep inside of her until she was ready to let me coax it out of her again. "We better get up before Minji gets back." She rolled off of me, making me immediately miss her warmth. "After seeing what she did to you last night, you might want to stay on her good side," Siyeon joked, but the soreness in my body stopped me from laughing. She wasn't really joking.

"Speaking of that," I groaned after trying to follow Siyeon off the bed and failing to do so because of the ache between my thighs, "you might have to carry me." Trying my best puppy dog eyes, I pouted and raised my arms out towards her. She looked at me for a second in a way that momentarily stopped my heart from beating and then just shook her head with a smile.

"Maybe we should've gone a little easier on you,” she said seriously, concern crossing her features when I had to hold onto her for support after she pulled me up.

"Where's the fun in that?" I joked but immediately hissed in pain when I tried to walk. "Okay, maybe next time we don't do this on tour,” I sobered, cringing at the thought of our concert tonight.

"You gonna be okay?" Siyeon asked, obvious worry in her tone. I took my arms from around her shoulders and squeezed her hands.

"Yeah. I just need a shower first and then I'll be fine,” I reassured her, but she looked at me skeptically, so I gave her a quick kiss. "I'm okay, you don't need to worry." She frowned sadly and gave me a pleading look. "Oh stop," I smacked her arm playfully, "if anything, you should be pleased with yourself." My eyebrow raised suggestively and I smirked back at her.

"Aniyo." She groaned, suddenly doing aegyo. I found it comical considering we were both standing there completely naked after an evening full of far-from-innocent events. "I don't want to hurt you,” she said softly.

"Trust me, Singnie," I stepped closer to whisper in her ear, "you did everything but hurt me." Finishing with a kiss on her neck, I stepped back from her and walked to the bathroom without another word.

A sigh escaped my lips when I finished showering, already feeling more comfortable and awake from the hot water soaking into my muscles. When I left the bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around me, I almost didn't notice Bora sitting on the bed in the corner of the room.

"It's about time you finished,” she muttered and I might've thought she was annoyed if she didn't have a smile on her face.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, subconsciously tightening my towel around my body when I saw her eyes lingering on the bare skin visible.

"What, am I not allowed to see my girlfriend?" Her eyebrows raised.

She was obviously joking but it still made me feel bad. "Of course you can. I was just-" a giggle escaped her lips, cutting off my sentence.

"Cute,” she said in between her staccato laughter. My cheeks tinted pink at her comment. "I came in here because Siyeon hijacked our bathroom to shower,” she explained briefly, flipping her black hair over her shoulder and settling back on her elbow. Except she didn't ever end up making a move to use ours, so I had a feeling that was just an excuse.

I nodded in acknowledgement when the conversation seemed to end there and turned around to find some clothes to wear for the day. Just as I was about to take my towel off, I saw Bora watching me in my peripheral. Even though she was casually sitting on the bed across the room, I knew she would take advantage of the fact that we were alone if I let her get the chance.

So, I looked back at her and demanded, "Hey," her attention shifted from my bare thighs to my face at the sound of my voice, "close your eyes."

"Why?" She seemed irritated and not just because I was speaking to her informally.

"Because I know if you see me naked you'll try to jump me," I deadpanned.

Her eyebrows instantly furrowed in anger. "Yah! You think I'm like some horny teenager with no self control?!" she shouted incredulously.

I just stared at her for a second, a blank expression on my face. "Yeah."

Bora's small body jumped up from her spot on the bed and she started stomping towards me as she mumbled, "Oh, I oughta teach you some manners-" but she ended up stopping herself before she could attack me, realizing it would've only made my previous words about her having no self control true... and she hated being proven wrong. "Fine,” she huffed, clenching her jaw and crossing her arms over her chest before reluctantly closing her eyes.

Seeing that she had finally complied, I dropped my towel and started getting dressed. Since I wanted to be comfortable for the day, I put on a sports bra and some spandex. The whole time I was changing, I could feel a pair of eyes on me, knowing Bora didn't actually keep her eyes closed like I had asked. Typical.

As I bent over to look for an outfit from my suitcase, I eventually felt her presence behind me. When I stood up straight again, her front pressed into my back and she laid her head against my shoulder blade. "Happy birthday,” I heard her mumble after placing a kiss on my skin, making my heart melt. She seemed to have gotten over our previous argument quickly and I couldn't deny that the soft side of Bora was easily my favorite. It didn't take long for her small hands to make their way to my backside where she finally squeezed down, letting out a satisfied sigh. As strange as it seemed, the gesture had somehow grown as comforting for me as it was for her.

But the sting of pain from last night's events still lingered, making me wince and step out of her grasp. She let go just as quick, sensing something was off. "What's wrong?" Her concerned voice filled the room. "Normally you like that,” she mumbled sadly. I was ready to tease her, saying that she was the only one who got enjoyment out of it and the idea that I liked it too was just a fantasy in her mind, but she seemed to connect the dots before I could get all of that out or answer her question. "Is this seriously because of last night?" Her voice turned irritated again. "What the hell did they do to you?" She was unusually annoyed by the situation and I might've realized it was likely her jealousy getting the better of her had I not been too preoccupied trying to figure out how she knew about what happened in the first place.

The sound of the hotel door opening interrupted my thoughts and our conversation ended abruptly when Yoohyeon came into the room. She stopped for a moment to take in the scene in front of her, her eyes gravitating towards my half-naked body. Even from across the room I could see her ears turn red. Soon enough she snapped out of it and started bounding towards me with a smile. If Bora was annoyed by the tall member's presence, she didn't voice it, instead backing away when Yoohyeon threw herself into my arms.

"Happy birthday, unnie~" she dragged out the words cutely. I held her up by her thighs after she wrapped her arms and legs around me.

"Thank you, baby,” I replied and she laughed shyly in my ear. Her bubbly attitude was unavoidably contagious, making me feel happier already. I walked her over to the bed and placed her down next to a grumpy looking Bora. "Let me finish getting dressed real quick." But Yoohyeon didn't let me go until I gave her a kiss on the lips. She smiled happily after I pulled back and I could've sworn I saw her stick her tongue out at Bora before I turned around.

Once I got dressed in some comfortable shorts and a top, I made my way back over to them. Minji said she would eventually be back with all the members, so I decided we would just wait here until everyone else was ready. Yoohyeon quickly made herself comfortable on top of me when I laid down on the bed between her and Bora. "Did you sleep well?" I asked the younger member, tucking her short blonde hair behind her ear while she leaned over me.

"Yeah,” she answered simply before impatiently pressing her lips against mine once more. The butterflies raged in my stomach from how needy she was being. I found that aspect of her personality incredibly charming.

"I see how it is,” Bora said bitterly next to us.

Yoohyeon released my lips, allowing me to respond, "What?" I asked, confused.

"You won't let me touch you because you're sore, but you'll let her?" Quickly sucking air through her teeth, she shook her head, "jinjja-"

"Cause you're a pabo,” Yoohyeon mumbled into my neck, but if Bora heard it she chose not to respond.

"You don't exactly know how to be gentle like Yoohyeon does,” I responded with a light laugh, only partially joking. Either way, I didn't mind that about her and I knew that she wouldn't ever actually do anything to hurt me anyways.

"You know that's not true,” Bora pouted. The cute expression on her face made me smile and I lifted my finger up to poke her cheek. Before I reached it though, she turned her head and opened her mouth, trying bite it. I pulled away with a laugh and when her eyes met mine, the amusement behind them reassured me that she wasn't actually upset.

Yoohyeon leaned up from me after a moment, thinking back to what Bora said. "Why are you sore?" The question seemed innocent enough in her eyes but it was dangerous in mine.

Bora snorted, bringing Yoohyeon's attention to her. "You're telling me you didn't hear them last night?" she asked in disbelief, but Yoohyeon just stared at her, clearly not catching on. Bora's words sent a wave of embarrassment flushing over me and I felt the urge to shush her so she didn't tell the younger member what went down. But it was too late, Bora couldn't keep her mouth shut. "I wouldn't doubt that the entire hotel knows Minji and Siyeon's names now,” she laughed.

"Unnie,” I whined at her, growing more embarrassed and upset that she told the younger member. I could practically see the moment the realization hit Yoohyeon's face just from the way her eyes widened and her mouth opened.

"What?" Bora chuckled towards me, apparently finding this so entertaining. "You're not exactly the quietest person in bed." My blush deepened and I resisted the urge to hit her.

"Look who's talking,” I bit back, but Yoohyeon butted in before Bora got the chance to respond.

"Wait, did you guys like... all three..." Her eyes looked at me skeptically, a blush slowly growing across her cheeks at the new information.

"Yes, Yoohyeon. They had a threesome,” Bora answered bluntly, nearly making me choke on air. Yoohyeon fidgeted and looked down at me in surprise. She got off my lap when I sat up and I was too embarrassed to meet her eyes.

"Really? Why... I mean, did you want it?... d-did you like it?" It was obvious that she was curious, but the topic made her flustered.

I sighed, shaking off my nerves. "It wasn't my idea, if that's what you're asking." She nodded in understanding. Seriously, it was news to me until it was actually happening. "I wasn't sure that was something I ever wanted," I hesitated, but Yoohyeon looked genuinely interested, so I continued, "but now that it's happened... I'll just say I didn't hate it,” I finished briefly, deciding it wasn't the time or place to tell them that I liked it way more than I thought I would... so much so that I want to do it again, maybe even with other members. I just didn't want any of them to be uncomfortable or feel like they couldn't meet my expectations.

Bora scoffed at my answer. "Didn't hate it?" she mocked, "No, I think you enjoyed it a little too much,” she said bitterly. I could finally recognize the jealousy in her tone. She was envious of Minji and Siyeon.

Just then, a knock sounded on the door, cutting off our conversation for the second time today. Desperate to get out of this awkward atmosphere, I quickly said, "I'll get it!" and jumped out of bed before anyone could protest.

Standing in front of the hotel room door, I didn't even think to look through the peephole before opening it. This allowed the two members behind it to successfully surprise me with their sudden excited shouts of "Happy Birthday!" and their arms shoving large balloons and bags full of gifts in my face.

The sudden show of celebration startled me at first, making my heart jump in my chest, but once they moved the items out of the way, their beautiful smiles eased my heart rate. "Yah, you guys didn't have to do all this." I tried to act humble, but, I had to admit, the warm scent wafting from one of the bags made it hard to conceal my excitement.

"Of course we did." Handong rolled her eyes before stepping inside the room to throw her arms around my shoulders. The bags held in her grasp hit my back, but I didn't mind, just pulling her in by the waist.

"Thank you, Princess,” I whispered her favorite pet name before giving her an innocent kiss on the neck. It made her shiver and she leaned back a second later to respond with her own kiss, her lips capturing mine. I inhaled deeply as my eyes fluttered shut, allowing me to only focus on the feeling of her smooth, warm lips and how they made my heart pound against my ribcage. Handong's kisses were almost as sweet as she was... almost.

When we parted, I noticed Dami had already walked into the room to put the other gifts down on the desk and tv stand across from the bed Yoohyeon and Bora were still occupying. "It actually wasn't our idea,” she said as I followed Handong over who placed the gifts in her hands neatly next to the others. The blue-haired rapper faced me once I made my way to her and I cocked an eyebrow, silently asking who's idea it was. She smiled gently. "It was Gahyeon's." My chest warmed and I grinned at this revelation.

Gahyeon was always so thoughtful like that. I mean, they all were, but the maknae often went out of her way to do little things for me any chance she got. She never had any motive other than simply seeing the smile on my face as a result of her acts of kindness. And that small fact made me love her impossibly more.

"Speaking of," I started, letting Dami pull me into her with her fingers around the loops in my jean shorts. Normally she was the private type of person who only got intimate with me when we were alone, but she seemed too caught up in admiring the happiness evident on my face to care about the other members watching. Her lips cut my sentence in half, but I didn't mind in the slightest, sinking into her kiss. I smiled halfway through, finding her behavior adorable. It was obvious they were all feeling even more romantic than usual today given the occasion and that thought made me feel like a nineteen year old falling in love with them for the first time all over again.

After Dami was satisfied, she leaned back, allowing me to continue. "Where is Gahyeon?" I asked, expecting her to be with the two who just showed up. My eyes drifted to the other three members in the room but they all appeared clueless.

I felt Dami lean back against the desk behind her and I looked over right when she responded, "You know how difficult she is to wake up in the mornings. She's probably just now getting ready,” she shrugged. Though her words might've seemed like an insult, her voice was serious and I knew she was likely right. Still, the deadpan expression on her face made me let out a light laugh. Dami only smiled amusedly at her own statement when she heard the sound leave my mouth.

"Jagi,” the sweet voice drew my eyes over to Handong who was watching me intently from the green, cushioned seat in the corner of the room, just past the edge of the desk. The pet name made my heart flutter. "You should open that one." Her finger directed me to the smallest gift bag placed next to the tv. If I had remembered correctly, it was the one that initially grabbed my attention just by the wonderful scent wafting from it.

"Right now?" I looked around the room, noting the three members missing. "Shouldn't we wait for everyone to get here?"

"No," Dami added, now sitting in the only other chair in the room, on the opposite end of the tv stand to my right, "you can open this one now." I looked down at her skeptically, but her face remained void of any ulterior motives. "It's not anything major." Her lips pursed into a gentle smile, so I chose to trust her.

Somewhere in my effort to grab the bag and open it, Yoohyeon had made her way to my side, peeking over my shoulder to get a glimpse at its contents. Once I threw the colored tissue paper away—that Dami grabbed from the table and quickly stuck in the trash can—I noticed a box sitting at the bottom that looked like it had come from a local bakery. Already having a good idea what it was, my mouth instantly started watering and I beamed over at Dongie.

"Thank you,” I told her sincerely. My eyes made their way over to Dami, showing her that she was also included in my statement of gratitude.

"Don't thank us,” Dami said. I watched as her eyes gravitated towards Bora. Yoohyeon had taken the box out of the bag and started opening it after asking permission, but I just looked over at the older member.

"You got this for me?" I asked after the realization hit, smiling at the small woman who still looked a little upset from earlier. Although, even just seeing my smile as a result of her gift made her happy and prompted one of her own.

"Yeah,” she answered as if it were no big deal. But it was to me. She had likely gotten up to sneak out and collect the sweet treat so that it would be fresh for me when I woke up. Not only did she probably wake up early to do so, she also would've had to rouse one of the managers to drive her, find a bakery close by, and purchase the food item with her own money.

Her thoughtfulness brought a warmth to my chest that took no time in spreading to my cheeks. "Thank you, unnie." Stepping over to the edge of the bed, she stood up to let me give her a short hug. I felt guilty knowing that she was most likely not quite over her jealousy, so I made it my goal to try and cheer her up. And hopefully I could even make it up to her sometime soon.

"You're welcome,” she mumbled quietly, though it seemed genuine. Before walking back over to the desk, I gave Bora a gentle kiss on the cheek. It made her smile momentarily, but she didn't grab my chin and pull me in for a kiss on the lips like she normally did when I kissed her there. The thought made me sad, but I decided not to dwell on it.

Instead, I turned back to steal my favorite pastry from Yoohyeon who I'm sure was seconds away from eating it herself. She let out a small whine in protest before she remembered that it was my birthday and she shouldn't be greedy. I leaned back against the desk and took a bite, making a noise of pleasure when the sweet taste spread across my tongue. Yoohyeon was watching my every move like a seagull waiting to attack.

"This is delicious,” I voiced, loud enough for Sua to hear. She knew exactly what I liked and I wanted her to know I was appreciative. "Here." Raising the pastry in front of me with one hand underneath it to catch any rogue crumbs, I offered some to Yoohyeon. She didn't waste a second before leaning forward and taking a generous bite of her own. Her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk's as she chewed and I couldn't help but smile at her. "Cute,” I muttered. The comment made her blush and shove my shoulder in embarrassment until she swallowed and thanked me for sharing.

"Dongie." My call brought the older member's attention to me. She looked so innocent and clueless in that moment, her silver hair contrasting her doe-like eyes. "Do you want some?" I offered my food up once again, stretching out my hand towards her. Almost instantly her nose scrunched up in displeasure. "What?"

"I hate it." She said in a cute voice, closing her eyes to shake her head in one swift movement.

The new information came as a shock to me. "Really?" I asked genuinely, thinking I would've made a point to note something like that.

"Yes," she responded like it was obvious, "you don't remember?" She eyed me with a permanent teasing smile on her lips.

"No." I frowned. "You really told me that before?"

"Of course~” she dragged out. "Guess it wasn't that important." An over-exaggerated sigh left her mouth and she slowly rolled her eyes to the side for dramatic effect.

"No, I'm sorry." I knew she was joking but I still felt bad. I always made a conscious effort to remember every little thing about them so that they knew I cared for each one of them just as much as the rest. "I promise I'll remember next time,” I finished, handing Yoohyeon the rest of the pastry and wiping any stray crumbs from my hands before getting up to extend my pinky towards the Chinese woman.

She just stared at me for a moment—probably not expecting me to be so serious about it since she was only joking—but then she giggled, showing off her beautiful smile and the single out-of-place tooth that I found so adorable. Her pinky wrapped around mine before we both kissed our fists to seal it. "You're such a pabo." She chuckled at my silly behavior, looking up at me with love in her eyes.

"Thanks, so are you,” I giggled back and leaned down to give her another kiss. She seemed eager to accept it even after just insulting me, holding me in place by my cheek to ensure the kiss was long enough to meet her satisfaction. All this told me is that she secretly loved how much of a dork I was. And I could say the same for all of them.

The sudden noise of the hotel door opening caused everyone in the room to look over. "You shouldn't be nearly as tired as us." I heard Siyeon's voice first, then Minji's light chuckle right after.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The final voice belonged to the maknae and just the sound of her innocent tone made me smile, choosing to ignore Siyeon's insinuation.

When I made my way to the door, Gahyeon's tiredness was replaced by excitement in a split second, showing off her big, bright smile that I had slowly grown addicted to. "Happy Birthday!" she shouted, running into my arms. I laughed at her childish behavior, finding everything she did adorable, even if she didn't intend for it to be.

"Thank you, baby." She snuggled into my chest with her arms encircling my waist, clinging to me like a toddler. It made my heart speed up as I rested mine over her shoulders. "And thank you for the gifts." This made her loosen her grip to look up at me.

"Oh, how'd you know?" she asked, her face scrunching up cutely in confusion.

"Yubin told me they were your idea,” I recited, glancing over at the blue-haired member for confirmation. She nodded in acknowledgement and once I brought my attention back to the maknae in front of me, I noticed Siyeon and Minji eyeing me from the entryway.

Their stares made me blush, but I ignored them for the time being, focusing on Gahyeon as she replied, "Wah, I figured they'd take all the credit." The way she looked genuinely surprised by the fact that they didn't made me laugh. Gahyeon beamed up at me, captivated by my smile and the sound of my laughter. "But I'm glad you liked them,” she said cutely. I wasn't even gonna correct her—telling her that I technically hadn't opened them yet, so how could she know I liked them?—because I knew whatever she got me I'd like anyways.

Instead, I ended our embrace with a soft kiss, enjoying the feeling of her plump lips against mine. Her face was red when I pulled back and she clung to me again, always embarrassed to be caught receiving my affection in front of the other members—probably because she figured they'd make fun of her (and if they did, it was always out of love anyways). When I looked up, holding Gahyeon in my arms, my eyes inevitably met the soft brown ones of our group leader.

Eventually Gahyeon let me go, allowing Siyeon to guide her into the room while the six members started a conversation about plans for the day. Minji, on the other hand, appeared to have some other business to attend to. I quickly found out that that 'business' was me when she carefully grabbed my arm, whispering a soft 'come here,’ before pulling me into the bathroom with her alone.

Once we were inside the bathroom and the door was closed, Minji grabbed my hips and gently backed me against the short counter. I scooted back further so that I was sitting on it with my hands resting on the edge. Her eyes were innocent at first as she asked, "Are you okay? Siyeon said you were sore from last night." At the mention, she stepped forward and her hands slowly moved up my legs where she started gently massaging the insides of my thighs. Her gesture was sweet but that didn't stop my body from reacting to how close her fingers were to my center. Embarrassingly, I could already feel myself getting worked up all over again and tried to hide it by avoiding her eyes.

"Yes,” I whispered, knowing my voice would give me away if I attempted to respond any louder. "I'm okay." She hummed in response and it stayed quiet for a moment, but I could feel a tension growing between us. Maybe I shouldn't have let her get me alone again.

Her eyes stayed trained on my face as her fingers slowly dipped underneath the bottom of my shorts, like she was testing me. "You did so well last night, baby." She mumbled suddenly, making my cheeks burn. Her words certainly weren't helping to keep my mind off of her skilled hands working at my muscles, the ache there reminding me of what they were capable of. It was clear Minji knew what was running through my mind when she leaned in to whisper in my ear, "You took us both like such a good girl." Fuck. A kiss was placed on my neck and she hummed again, clearly pleased when I shuddered underneath her.

"Unnie, please,” I whined, wrapping my arms around her shoulders to grip the back of her shirt while gritting my teeth, feeling the urge to bite down on something. I couldn't handle when she got like this. The way she acted was so drastically different from how she was normally. The first time we were together, it caught me so off guard that I thought she was pranking me. She was one of the last members I expected to be like that. How could the world's sweetest woman who nicknamed herself tokki and who would unironically do aegyo even when the camera wasn't on become this? The Minji that would smile at me so purely and tell me she loved me was somehow the same Minji that was two fingers deep inside of me last night, gripping my hair and taunting me for how much I liked taking both of them at the same time.

"What's wrong, jagi?" Her tone turned teasing and I knew all the innocence had finally left her. She leaned back to look at me with a smirk on her lips. "You didn't have a problem with this last night." I could tell she was having way too much fun with me helplessly at her mercy. Her smirk loosened so that she could lick her lips, "In fact," she took a moment to glance down at my mouth before making eye contact again, "I seem to recall..." her face moved just inches away from mine and her voice dropped an octave as she finished, "you were screaming and begging for more."

I couldn't stop the surprised moan that escaped the back of my throat when she abruptly took one of her hands away just to place her palm firm against the sensitive spot between my legs. My hand reached down to grab her wrist, instinctively trying to pull it back because of how overstimulating it felt. I still hadn't recovered from last night, making the pain as overwhelming as the pleasure. The entire time she was watching my face intently with her bottom lip caught between her teeth, enjoying my reaction.

Although, her moment of fun was cut short when someone barged in, probably hearing what was going on. Minji discretely moved her hand away for my legs, pretending like she wasn't touching me just a few seconds ago. "Yah! What are you two doing in here?" The loud voice belonged to Sua. My eyes met hers and it became obvious she knew the answer to her own question when she saw the flustered look on my face.

Minji didn't take her eyes off of me, instead leaning in so her lips ghosted over mine. She smiled, "Why? You jealous?" Her tone was teasing still, but this time it was directed at Bora. I tried to watch the younger woman's reaction, but Minji grabbed my chin and pulled me down to finally meet her lips. Surprisingly the kiss was gentle and I couldn't resist melting into her touch. She did this so much, it had basically become a routine with us. She would act all innocent, then whisper some crazy sexy obscenities in my ear while doing god-knows-what to me, and then go back to being the caring, goofy leader everyone saw her as.

"Whatever,” Bora huffed, trying to sound annoyed, but her voice wavered, exposing her true feelings. She left the bathroom before I could say anything, slamming the door behind her. Minji jumped back a little, surprised by her younger member's behavior. Bora was normally one who liked teasing and would happily keep up Minji's playful banter. Now, however, it was obvious that the older woman's words had struck a chord with her.

Minji stepped back and helped me off the counter, now wearing an expression of guilt. "I think she's upset,” I pointed out the obvious, looking over at my group leader helplessly. She frowned at me sympathetically.

"I feel like I should go apologi-"

"No, it's not just that,” I cut in, pinching the bridge of my nose after in frustration. Sometimes I forgot how difficult it could be having seven women to try and please. "She knows about last night, too."

Minji's mouth formed an 'o' and pink seeped into her cheeks as if that was the one thing that finally embarrassed her. She had totally overlooked the fact that one of the other members could've easily heard and caught onto what was happening last night. Now she started to understand. The leader couldn't be sure exactly how she'd react if she were in Sua's shoes, but she knew from the past that any intimate moment she couldn't be a part of with me definitely didn't make her feel great.

"Maybe you should just try talking to her." The second the suggestion left her mouth, both of us visibly cringed at the idea. Bora tended to avoid the subject of admitting her true feelings, mostly in the form of pretending she was fine, insisting that she, in fact, 'wasn't feeling any sort of feelings at all.' "If anyone can get through to her, it's you,” Minji restated, sounding more confident in her statement this time. "Being with you is all she wants anyways." She squeezed my hand in reassurance. The sudden change in her mood almost gave me whiplash, but I appreciated that she was always there for me as a friend when I needed advice just as much as she was there as a lover.

That in mind, I decided to make a joke to lighten the mood. "Apparently that's all you ever want either." I smiled at her, amused. She laughed at the sudden accusation. "Pulling me in the bathroom to have me all to yourself and everything." Her laughter grew with every word that left my mouth. At that point I wasn't even joking and we both knew it. Her intentions may have appeared innocent at first, but I know she really just wanted another taste of what she got last night.

"Yah." She playfully shoved my shoulders with a smile before pulling me back into her. "What can I say?" Her voice quieted after her laughter had died down. "You caught me." Taking in her pretty brown eyes as she stared into mine, I could never get over the way they sparkled in the light when she looked at something she loved. "You're just too irresistible,” she whispered, her arms now around my shoulders and mine on her waist.

I laughed, leaning into her. "You're such a loser sometimes, you know that." Despite my words, the smile on her face remained. She simply hummed in acknowledgement before cupping one of my cheeks with her hand. The close proximity allowed me to feel her warmth and smell her sweet scent. One that always became intoxicating, spreading an addicting shot of dopamine through my veins and making me want nothing other than her.

She wordlessly granted my silent request, tilting my chin up with her finger and claiming my lips as her own again. Even after last night, she still couldn't get enough of me. If anything, it made her want me more. But she knew she couldn't continue to be so selfish and had to share with the other members. So she let this kiss be the last one, savoring it as such by biting my bottom lip and finishing with a quick kiss on my cheek. I laughed lightly in her ear at her possessive behavior before she backed away.

"Happy birthday,” she said suddenly, realizing she had forgotten to say it earlier due to being preoccupied with other things ever since the clock hit midnight. I just smiled in response and she released me from her hold before saying, "Now, go get your girl." The childish grin on her face made me genuinely laugh and I wondered again how this was the same woman who had me at her mercy on the counter just minutes ago.

"Yes ma'am," I saluted her, making her laugh and pat me on the butt when I turned around, urging me out of the bathroom.

My only worry now was Bora, though I had no idea another—more embarrassing—one would arise until I walked back into the main hotel room to see several pairs of shocked eyes on me. Something tells me Yoohyeon had guided the conversation onto a very specific topic...

"You had a threesome?!" Gahyeon shouted like a shocked child finding out how babies were made for the first time.

My cheeks instinctively burned at the widened eyes of her, Handong, and even Dami. Apparently someone asked why Bora seemed so upset and, of course, Yoohyeon just couldn't contain herself. Upon seeing the surprised reactions of the other members, Siyeon just sat there with an amused expression. Minji, on the other hand, tried to hide her rare shyness, but it became evident in the pink tint on her cheeks when she sat next to Bora on the bed. Though, no one but I noticed—the other members' attention was still stuck on me, seemingly waiting for me to say something.

I decided to play it off. "It's not that big of a deal." My shoulders shrugged before I walked over to sit on the desk beside Handong in the corner of the room. No matter how long I had been around them, I still never got used to the feeling of all their eyes on me. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it definitely didn't help calm my nerves. "Besides," I added before anyone could protest, "it's not like that was my first threesome,” I lied nonchalantly, trying to contain my laughter at how unconvincing that sounded.

When I saw the lie take effect in their reactions though, a sly smirk made its way onto my lips. First, it was shock, then most of their expressions shifted to anger and I suddenly regretted saying anything at all. Sometimes I forgot how scary they could be when they got jealous. Now Bora really looked like she was about to jump me, and not in a good way. "Sheesh," my hands gripped the edge of the desk beneath me, palms growing sweaty from how intimidating they all looked, "I was just kidding." I gazed up at them sheepishly, suddenly finding it hard to swallow.

Minji and Siyeon smiled, likely picking up on the little habits I had when I was nervous. It was obvious they liked knowing they could make me feel that way. Gahyeon pointed across the room, "Yubin unnie," she started laughing, "you know it's serious when even she looks angry." I glanced over at the rapper, catching her chilling expression before it was replaced by an amused one. Gahyeon's observation was accurate; in all the time I've been with her, Dami very, very rarely got angry at me—or at anything, really. Seeing her like that was terrifying yet attractive.

Everyone laughed along with her and I finally felt like I could catch my breath again. "She wasn't even staring at me and I felt threatened," Handong said between her laughter, making everyone else laugh harder. My eyes eventually landed on the main dancer and my grin widened when I saw hers. She was still quieter than usual, but at least she wasn't as upset anymore. That's one thing I was thankful for when it came to the other members: they all loved each other so much that something as simple as a stupid comment like that could brighten their moods completely. The fact that they could rely on each other for happiness helped take some of that responsibility off of me.

"Now you know never to cheat on Yubin," Yoohyeon said, her smile showing off her dimple as she laughed towards her best friend. "She was seconds away from planning your murder."

I turned to Dami right when she did the same, causing us to lock eyes. "Shoot, better delete Hoyeon’s number real quick,” I deadpanned, pretending to grab my phone from my pocket in a panic. The genuine laughter resounding from all of the members made my heart flutter. Not only because I loved making them laugh, but because it meant they knew, without a doubt, that I was joking. They knew I'd never even think of cheating, let alone actually do it.

"You mean that girl from Squid Game?" Siyeon laughed. "I know you have a crush on her,” she added with a smirk because she knew she was right—if the way I wouldn't shut up about how attractive Saebyeok was when her, Yoohyeon, and I binged the show together was anything to go off of. Still, she agreed and I was grateful we were comfortable enough in our relationship to admit things like that to each other.

"No," my eyes narrowed at her in defiance, "I have a crush on you." I winked, matching her smirk. To my surprise, Siyeon actually blushed, and—less surprisingly—she started flirting back reciprocating my wink and sending me a kiss. The response from the other members was immediate, everyone screaming and cringing at the exchange. Siyeon and I just looked at each other and laughed.

After a few moments everyone quieted down and Minji took the opportunity to finally act like the leader. "We have some free time before soundcheck, so I figured we could spend it together doing something for your birthday." She proposed, the other members nodding their heads in silent agreement.

"Okay." I smiled at the idea.

"What would you like to do?" The leader asked, her attentive gaze somehow always full of love when she looked at me.

"What do you guys want to do?" I asked, glancing around the room.

"It's your birthday, unnie,” Dami protested, "you should choose."

Ignoring the way my heart fluttered at how considerate she was, I replied, "yeah, but I'm okay with anything, so I'd rather choose something we'd all like." I shrugged like it was the obvious choice and the members smiled at that.

"We could go to the mall downtown." Yoohyeon suggested. I grinned over at her, knowing how much her and Handong loved shopping. She always wanted me to come with her so she could try on things for me and get my opinion.

"Sure,” I replied, causing the tallest member's face to light up. "Is everyone else cool with that?" I looked around the room, sensing no sign of disapproval.

"We could do that and eat some lunch while we're there,” Minji added.

"Okay,” I agreed. "And if we have any time left after, there's something I've always wanted to try with all of you,” I said mischievously.

"What is it?" Gahyeon asked.

"There's this bowling alley nearby that has laser tag,” I smirked, already feeling my competitive side take over. Laser tag with the members sounds like a dream come true.

A few of them laughed at my childish idea. "You're such a dork,” Bora mumbled under her breath but, even with how loud it was in the room, I managed to catch it. That being the first thing she said since she left the bathroom earlier brought a warm feeling to my chest. It didn't even matter if she was technically insulting me, I knew she meant it in an endearing way. Like even when she tried to be mad at me, any little thing I did reminded her how much she loved me.

"You won't be saying that when I kick your ass at laser tag,” I challenged, hoping to bring back the playful Bora I had fallen in love with.

It took a minute, but she finally raised her eyebrows at me before smirking. "We'll see about that."

After deciding to open my presents later, we all grabbed what little belongings we had to take with us on our way out of the room. Just when everyone left, I glanced back inside. I wasn't sure why I felt inclined to do so, but I was glad I did when I spotted a phone left by the gift bags. Jogging over to grab it, the cute animal stickers on the back told me it belonged to Yoohyeon.

"Yah," I shouted down the hall when I left the room to catch up with the others. "Kim Yoohyeon." The way she looked back, totally oblivious and innocent, had me resisting the urge to laugh. Her forgetfulness was always adorable to me. For such an intelligent person, she seemed to have an exceptionally short attention span. "Forgetting something?" I teased, raising the device in the air.

Her eyebrows raised and her mouth formed an 'o' when she realized what it was. I just smiled when she came running towards me, looking like a guilty puppy. "Thank you,” she blushed before taking the phone from my hand. "What would I do without you?" she randomly mumbled into my ear after her arms wrapped around my waist. I found it a bit uncharacteristic for her and my suspicions were proven correct when I felt her hand reach into the back pocket of my jean shorts.

In a split second she was sprinting in the opposite direction, giggling evilly while waving my own phone up in the air triumphantly. "Really?" I yelled, throwing my arms above my head. There was no doubt in my mind that she was going to use my phone to peek at the other members' text messages. A few of them had done it in the past, looking for something to tease each other about. "I guess this is what I get for being nice,” I muttered with a shake of my head before running after her.

She shoved past the other members who had now stopped to witness what was occurring. I followed, reaching her just a few seconds after she stopped, standing in the elevator, tapping frantically on the screen of the device. She gasped when I pushed her against the back wall, but the surprise wasn't from my actions.

"Yah, give it." I tried to snatch the phone from her, but she moved it out of my reach, too enthralled by whatever she was reading on it. The angle she held it at allowed me to see the screen and I recognized the text thread between me and Handong. When she scrolled up a little further to find a picture, my heart dropped.

"Woah!" Yoohyeon yelled in surprise. By now all the members had crowded into the elevator, a few trying to get a look at what Yoohyeon was so surprised by. "Dongie sends you nudes?!" The other members were instantly confused, yelling things like "what?" or "really?" or, in Gahyeon's case, a very shocked "Dong unnie?"

Handong took the opportunity to rip the phone from the younger member's hands. "It's not a nude!" the Chinese woman exclaimed, her cheeks turning a dark shade of red since she knew the photo was still less than innocent, even if it wasn't what Yoohyeon called it. I felt a bit shy myself thinking about the moment I received that picture. It was shocking for many reasons, but mostly because of who it came from. It seems ridiculous now thinking I used to assume Handong was innocent when we were younger. She had become one of the most confident ones in the group, so should've expected it.

"Really, Yooh?" I wasn't actually mad at her, I just tried my hardest to respect their privacy since there were things they said or did with me that they didn't necessarily want the other members to know about. I never wanted Handong to feel embarrassed for that. With them though, nothing was ever a big deal and I was reminded of that when they started giggling. "You act like you haven't sent any." I directed at Yoohyeon and now she was the one blushing while everyone else laughed.

"Unnie,” she whined, turning to hide her face in my neck.

"Hey, you started it,” I laughed, hugging her close to me. "It's my birthday, you're supposed to be nice." Yoohyeon just groaned like an annoyed teenager. "Now, can I please have my phone back?" I asked, extending my hand towards Handong. Unlike Yoohyeon, she kindly complied. I took the phone from her and gave her a small smile in return, silently asking if she was okay. The one she sent me back assured me that she was.

A second after, the elevator doors opened to reveal the ground floor. Yoohyeon backed away and I leaned over to give her a soft kiss on the cheek, hoping she wasn't upset with me for what I told the rest of them. But, like Handong, she didn't really seem to mind, just holding my hand as we walked through the lobby. I tugged her over so that I could use my free hand to grab Dongie's. The simple action had become instinctive at this point, but the feeling of their fingers so easily intertwining with mine never failed to light a spark in my chest.

Once we got outside, the managers pulled up in two black vans, forcing half of us to take one and the other half to take the other. I followed Handong and Dami into the first car while the maknae trailed behind us. The unnie line had gone to the second one and Yoohyeon reluctantly let go of my hand to join them.

Gahyeon ended up sitting next to me in the back with the other two occupying the middle seats. The manager took up the driver's seat with no passenger beside him. It was quiet for the first few minutes of the drive, Gahyeon and Dami busying themselves with their phones while Dongie just stared out the window, admiring the urban scenery. Until, finally, the youngest decided to bring up our previous conversation again.

"I can't believe the unnies made you have a threesome,” she said and I laughed at how she still found it so surprising.

"I mean, I didn't exactly tell them no, so technically they didn't make me."

Gahyeon looked over at me skeptically—not in a judgmental way, more out of curiosity. "So, you like that sort of thing?" I smiled, thinking it was cute how her and Yoohyeon's first instinct was to ask that question.

I still didn't really know how to respond to that though, so instead I asked, "you mean you wouldn't be interested?"

Her eyebrows immediately raised in shock. "Are you crazy?" She somehow looked more in disbelief than when she found out about it in the first place.

I just laughed it off, finding her overdramatic expression cute. "It's okay. I know that's not your thing,” I reassured, then trailed my eyes to someone who had been watching me intently from the front seat this whole time. "Dongie, however," I smirked, drawing her eyes to my lips, "seems like the type."

The woman in question smiled at me and let out that laugh of hers that sounded so pretty and proper: a complete contradiction to the thoughts running through her mind. She didn't even have to respond, her expression told me all I needed to know.

"That wasn't a no,” I concluded.

Handong's eyes drifted over to Dami who was still looking at her phone, pretending like she wasn't paying attention to the conversation we were having. When she felt someone's eyes on her, she looked up. Noticing Handong's stare and finally realizing the insinuation behind it, she smiled in a way that gave away her embarrassment. "What?" she said, feigning innocence. "Why are you looking at me?" The reaction made us all laugh.

"So, is that a no?" Handong tested, cocking an eyebrow at the younger member. My stomach twisted at how interested Dongie suddenly seemed in the whole idea. We had never talked about this... what if she thought about it before?

Dami's eyes shifted to me, pausing a moment on my face to take in my features in a way that made the pit of my stomach burn. "I don't like sharing,” she replied simply, now staring into my eyes. Her straightforward answer set a chill down my spine and heat rushing up my neck. Even the other two members in the car were speechless. I swallowed hard, raising an eyebrow and glancing down at her lips. She seemed satisfied with my reaction, her mouth turning up into a confident smile. Then, as if nothing ever happened, she went right back to her phone.

No one ended up speaking for the rest of the car ride and I just tried my best not to replay the previous interaction in my mind over and over again the whole time. It'll be a miracle if I make it through this entire day without dropping dead from the way these girls were obviously trying to kill me. Surely I could survive an innocent trip to the mall... right?

To Be Continued…

**This imagine was transferred over from my Wattpad account OT5Stan4Life**

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Since im skipping class have a TGCF AU idea ramble.

Premise is smt like: strong spiritual weapons can develope and switch into a human form (see. Rain Masters Mount. The Boy had it going)

Aka. Im turning our babies into people but only part time.

Cut because much spoiler for all Plot

Let us begin

Ruoye:

Ruoye turns human about a medium percentage of the time and is suprisingly rather talkactive with Xie Lian. They cant be curled up and cozy in Xie Lians sleeve when they do, which is about the biggest downside. I imagen when they were a younger spirit they were much more curios, exploring and testing their limits in silk form, learning a lot about their own limits and how not to get tangled up into knots. It was semi-acidential when they first turned human and jumping up all proud they promptly fell back down face first. Gravitiy baby. They figured all that out relativly quickly tho.

Ruoye has unbeliavbly long white hair and it gets tangled everywhere and on everything much to Xie Lians dismay. He tried putting it in a big braid but that just ended up getting Ruoye stuck on some branches and didnt help the knots in their hair so he resigned himself to the task of combing it on a regular basis. Ruoye mostly turns to wander of and explore a bit (and happily tell Xie Lian of their findings) because even now that they have grown they still remain curious in nature or to help out with the chores sometimes. Although they do hate getting dirty in general. When younger I also imagen Ruoye often asked about how they came to be, after all a spiritual silk band like themselves must have some origin. Xie Lian has managed to avoid the topic each and every time, leaving Ruoye clueless about its own involvement in past events. A very good decision because I dont think thats something anyone would want to know.

Some more general appearance (which I hopefully will actually draw one day) Ruoye is pale and wears white which isnt really that original but theres only so much my mind can do with white slik. Aside from the long hair which is usually open unless Xie Lian ties into into something for them their sleeves are also long. They grew into it to the extent they dont trip over their own clothes anymore but its still enough to blow in the wind and turn them into a giant silk again visually speaking. After the final showdown and being stitched back together they also have a rather big scar on their stomach which bothers themselves a little to look at, but they dont have to very often so they sometimes forget its there.

Eming:

Ruoye was not happy when showing off by turning human resultet in Eming doing the same. Starting with general appearance here. One red eye as per usual. Id imagen Eming never bothered much covering the other or the lack of one and neither did Hua Cheng. Eming is Pale and almost silvery to the extent Xie Lian thought he might be sick upon first seeing him (Eming didnt mind it got him attention). While technically also a good 800 years old by now Eming remains the form of a teenager which actually makes him smaller than Ruoye, much to their pleasure and his dismay.

Anyhow, Eming Propably does know how it was formed. Hua Cheng just told him very early on to have it out of the way and not be troubled with it later. Eming didnt really use to be in human form much if at all until Xie Lian came around and he started doing it more and more to help him with as many things as he possibly could (butting heads with Ruoye about the praised it earned him many times). There was just not much of a reason prior and he had to always be on call on vigilant for Hua Cheng so thats that. Sometimes now he just turns human because Xie Lian thinks hes rather cute and he loves getting that pointed out. Makes him all giddy. Eming likely talks less than Ruoye in general which is subconcious because Hua Cheng only allows so much and he is already not so happy about Eming taking on human form just to steal away geges attention. Eming did open up to Ruoye a little post-canon. Since Xie Lian spends a lot of time just being lovey dovey with Hua Cheng the two weapons also have a lot more downtime so Ruoye dragged Eming along to explore Ghost City one of those days. And well, even for Eming you can only listen to so much chatter and happy comments about the structure of the buildings or whatever else caught Ruoyes eye before you slowly start to join the conversation. Turns out Eming can actually talk quiet a lot! They probably bond over that and now Ruoye drags him along all the time. This does in no way mean they dont still fight for Xie Lians attention. It does however mean they get to complain to one another about how they both lost that fight to Hua Cheng.

Fangxin

Xie Lian actually didnt know Fangxin had a human form for the longest time and was rather startled when he first turned out of nowhere. It was likely at someones doorstep when Xie Lian was doing the usual scrap business that a tall and posed man just suddenly stood there pointing at a book asking something along the lines of "can we get this one?"

Fangxin did tragically not convince the owner to give them the book for free which was likely only because he was told to keep at least a semi-low profile and hes not one to disappoint Jun Wu.

Fengxin I feel has intricatly braided hair with a few little pieces of silver jewlery in it. Generally clothes in black and the tallest of our three with some little silver and white adornment. Xie Lian assumed it took the sword a lot of energy to turn because after not getting what he asked for he turned right back and didnt turn again for a long time. In truth Fengxin just doesnt care a whole lot. He turns mostly to pass the time with a scroll when he can and talks only as much as necessary during his time with Xie Lian. This is partially because the less he turns and talks the less likely he is to spill any secrets and while he isnt that talkactive to begin with he also isnt much in need of new friends to risk it. A very loyal soul. It also gives Fangxin some more old man vibes which just reiterates Xie Lians believe that, while a good weapon, Fangxin seems to be pretty old. Therefore he doesnt question it much and politly accepts the fact that Fangxin does not wish to converse with him when he turns and they just kind of co-exsist in the same space until Fangxin decides to turn back. Hes barely noticable really.

Ruoye doesnt like him a whole lot. Odd feeling about the guy. It might just be because they are very unalike in nature (if you ask Xie Lian at least) and Fangxin never quiet humored and of Ruoyes exploring or little rambles quietly refusing to engage.

Xie Lian has, much to his shock, has to find out that Fangxin isnt actually old or too weak to hold a human form for long after Jun Wu takes the sword back. Back where he truly belongs Fangxin has more the aura of a confident youth. In fact Fangxin actually quiet enjoys a good fight and is rather thrilled to finally be allowed to work at full power again. He isnt much less of a menace than his master. If I were to indulge greatly id imagen Fangxin actually rapidly switching between human and sword form in the fight for some cool moves but yall can decide that as you will. One way or the other with Jun Wu Fanxin is somewhat a reflection of who that man used to be. Confident, proud, strong and always excited to spar. Because i think thats neat and Fangxin is at heart still Jun Wus weapon. He is meant as such and I intend to fight anyone on that. This is also the reason Fangxin kept his secrets and played a low profile. Very loyal soul.

Suprise! More because nobody can stop me now!

The wind and water master fan:

I dont quiet remember if they were made as a pair in canon but they will be here, making them essentially twins! Very close twins to be precise. Whenever they get together you can be sure a little chaos ensues and they have much to talk about. I dont really have much of a mental image on them except that id think its cool if their outfits are complimentary? Like they do very clearly match but they dont wear the same thing. They did that fully on purpose by the way.

For the wind master fan I imagen its a lively fellow. While dutiful enough to know when to not turn and remain a weapon for safetys sake and that it should always stay close to Shi Qingxuan in case it it needed, it does turn pretty often. To an extent where most heavenly officials actually know the Fan about as well as the Master. They probably have regular chats too. I just kind of imagen whenever Shi Qingxuan is strolling through the heavens without anything to do the wind master fan is strolling right next to her matching her step. And you better be sure they find something to talk about until a task arises and they need to actually work.

The water master fan is a bit less lively but that is mostly due to Shi Wudu just not being as conversing (although maybe they do gossip together sometimes. Feels like Shi Wudu might gossip to his weapon because his weapon wont snitch) and its not like Shi Wudu has that many friends it could talk to instead. So when it turns its mostly to serve as a lowkey junior official or when it meets its twin and they can chat!

Funnily enough both of them actually picked up the habit of changing between female and male form (much to Shi Wudus building headache and Shi Qingxuans delight). Shi Wudu 100% thinks his brother set them up to do that, but thats only half true. While the Wind Master fan definetly picked up the habit from its master and passed it on to its twin, shi Qingxuan never actually went out of her way to tell them to do it. Nontheless the added strength to her ultimate goal of getting everyone in heaven to try it at least once has gained forces! She is very pleased.

After a certain Arc the wind master fan is having some emotional troubles with grief and death and also some scars. While theirs are more faint than Ruoyes because my brain registers this as a more "brought back from the dead" type of Situation than Ruoye for some reason they have more of them.

The earth master shovel:

The wind master fan has tried to convince them to show their human form many many times and failed many many times. No matter how much he would huff, puff or beg they never complied. Shi Qinxuan put that on the list of: "Why Ming-xiong should train using his spiritual weapons more often" because surely the poor thing just doesnt know how. They both find it unlikely it lacks the power to do so, this shovel can burry through anything! Surely it should have enough spiritual power to form a human appearance.

The truth is that, while technically able, He Xuan actually put some type of seal on it to prevent this. While he did get rid of the earth master he couldn't exactly dump his weapon altogether, but he had to make sure that his cover isnt blown instantly so he just had to prevent the thing from speaking. Easy as that.

Later, when with Yin Yu, the Earth Master Shovel had the seal lifted, but turning into a human form was still difficult. Even if it could it didnt use these legs in a long time and likely had to relearn a lot of things like walking and maybe even speaking because of the whole incident. Yin Yu likely helped with that when he could. They bonded a bit over that.

#thats it I think #if you have more weapons i should do let me know #debating doing this for svsss but I lack the headcanons #tgcf #tgcf AU #tgcf weapons #heaven officials blessing #ruoye #e ming #fangxin sword

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