#thinks about hea. bursts into tears.

[stealanity]

“ SUMMER LOVE(RS). ” ft. choi yeonjun

genre : exes to lovers, a bit of angst, but a lot of fluff

summary : that white sand beach was more than just a beach to you — it was a place dear to your heart. and today, sitting by the calm sea, your tranquility was disturbed by the reunion of an old memory.

word count : 1,000

matty's note : in honor of my platonic soulmate's birthday, i leave this second-hope writing on my blog. my pretty mona, my fellow balloon, and my another-life-roommate, happy birthday. i'm so happy to know you, and i hope to spend another wonderful year in your company. you're so dear to me, — i hope you know that.

the gentle summer breeze, the warmth of the setting sun on your skin, the sound of the waves in your ears.. all this seemed to come from a distant memory, when you were actually living it. watching the horizon with faraway eyes, you were thinking deeply about everything that happened here last summer. you remembered very clearly the bursts of laughter, the sound of liquor bottles slamming together.. and the sound of his voice. you remember his delicate hands, his radiant smile and his sun-kissed face. he was everything that made your summer a success : at first, you weren't too thrilled with your parents' decision, to spend the summer in a remote little village on the edge of the ocean.

but let's just say you quickly changed your mind..

staring at the waves beaching right in front of you, a peaceful smile on your lips, your fingers skimmed the water as you recalled the events of last year. as soon as you got out of the car, you left your luggage behind and headed to the sea, the cries of your parents at your back. you weren't paying attention, to anything — which led to your fatal fall. dead of shame and refusing to face your tragic fate, inwardly raging about how much you hated your parents ( just because they decided to come here ) you didn't dare raise your head a millimetre, only to hear an amused voice in front of you.

« can i help you? »

if his voice had a taste, it would probably be honey-flavored. you could have drowned in his words, it's as if a few syllables were enough to make you fall under his spell. raising your face slowly, the sun behind him obstructed your view — but you could see the beauty of his smile. hesitantly, you grasped his outstretched hand as he helped you to your feet, before he pretends to dust off your sand-covered clothes.

« are you alright? » he asked, and suddenly the words stuck in your throat. you couldn't speak, far too lost in the beauty of his hazel irises — how could a guy be so handsome? a crystalline laugh left his lips as he gently tugged on your handle to pull you towards the ocean, leaving you to face the sunset of your life.

« oh my god.. » you whispered, almost inaudibly. but the boy heard you and turned on his heels to face you again. « oh so you can speak ! » — feeling shame creep into your ears, you nodded apologetically, preferring to focus on the beauty of the landscape. you spent a few long minutes chatting with him, in front of the magnificent sun beating down on your skin.

and you could feel that maybe this summer wasn't going to be so bad after all.

just as you were about to leave, waving as you walked away, his voice caught your attention again.

« i'm yeonjun, by the way ! »

and this yeonjun gave you the most memorable and unforgettable summer of your life by becoming your first love.

but as all good things must come to an end, your sunny love story has given way to autumn in your heart — leaving your beloved beach for the buildings of your working life. obviously, you both tried so hard to make this long-distance love last, but little by little, day by day, the messages exchanged stopped, giving way to the emptiness of an icy winter.

you didn't realize that tears were running down your cheeks until a finger chased them away.

« are you alright? »

you knew that voice — that sweet way of talking. it was like caressing a memory and having my head filled with flashbacks, and when your eyes fell on his sunlit face, you thought you were swimming in a dream. « yeonjun? » you said softly, in an uncontrolled whisper that made him smile. the boy sat beside you, staring out at the ocean like the day you met, and you could see that he hadn't changed a bit. he was still handsome and warm.

« i knew i'd find you here. » your heart skipped a beat, because deep down you knew you'd come back here in the hope of seeing him again. resting your chin against your knee, you turned your gaze to face the waves once again, avoiding his gaze that burned your skin. « i'm happy to see you.. » he finally declared, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear. out of the corner of your eye, you met his gaze : full of sincerity, with a sliver of sunlight in his pupil. it was so pretty, so electrifying, so captivating. and you couldn't lie about missing him terribly.

come to think of it, the end of your relationship was only the fault of the change of season. the hot summer made it evolve, he made it move with the waves and the white sand. autumn slowed it down, it dropped it like leaves from a tree. when winter came, it froze it in time — froze your feelings, your heart welcoming a sweet freshness. then spring brought new feelings, nostalgia has blossomed in you like cherry blossoms on trees.

the seasons have influenced your relationship, and now that summer's back, maybe it's time to give the sun a second chance to rekindle the flame of your love.

finally turning towards him, a smile on your lips, you offered him your hand.

« hey, i'm y/n. what if we spent another summer loving each other? »

the boy in front of you seemed amused by your words, smiling broadly at your behavior. then he moved his hand away from the sand, letting the sun shine on his skin and his smile, before he slips his hand into yours.

« nice to meet you y/n, i'm yeonjun. and i'd love to be your summer love. »

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[corleonewrites]

La Vérité

AU: Anatomy of a Fall (2023)

Vincent Renzi x Original Female Character fanfic.

Summary: Two people connected by the same past. Two lawyers. And one tangled case which brought them back together again, giving them the opportunity to sort out their feelings towards each other, no matter how painful memories are to both of them can be.

Chapter 7. Concerto No. 4 in F minor (L’inverno/Winter) RV297 (Op. 8 No. 4): I. Allegro non molto

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It was one of those terrible and dreadful hearings after which we needed to get drunk. For that case Sandra invited us to her house, and even though I felt bad after the hearing and I didn’t want to go, but I had a feeling that if I didn’t go – I’d miss something important. Little did I know that I was terribly correct.

The night was still ahead, it felt like it was on a pause, or slowed down dreadfully, when all three of us got pretty drunk, and it was the time to let more personal talks to enter the space. I didn’t talk much, only looked at how did Vincent and Sandra told jokes, laughing like crazy.

I honestly felt myself the third extra in this strange triangle of emotions and feelings and in one moment I got inside the house, I theatrically passed right in the middle between them when they were talking to each other, finding my way to the kitchen for another bottle of beer. I was mad at myself, mad at my thoughts about Vincent and my jealousy towards Sandra in the way of how she talked to Renzi, as they were very close to each other when both me and Vincent had a lot more in common, not to mention that we were a couple.

On my way back outside, I saw something that at first, I thought was the play of my drunken imagination, but it was painful true: Sandra and Vincent were laying in the snow, kissing. In exactly the same moment I felt cold sweat on my back, like someone poured iced-cold water on my head, my hands dropped the bottle of beer, which fell on the carpet. I staggered back and quickly turned my back on them, rushing to the bathroom. My thoughts were screaming inside me, it felt like they were echoing inside the quiet empty house. I closed the door behind me and let my tears burst out. I knew Sandra and Vincent couldn’t hear me.

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“I think it’s not right, Sandra”, whispered Vincent, when Sandra opened her eyes after the kiss that she gave him. He looked at her confused eyes and continued, talking seriously, “I didn’t tell this to you before, but I feel a deep affection towards Camille”

Both of them sat on the snow. Snowflakes were slowly falling down on them. There was no wind, the night was extremely quiet, it felt like all the sounds died.

“Oh, I didn’t know about that”, Sandra said confusedly, “Did you have something between each other?”

“We began an affair when I was a tutor and Camille was my student, she was receiving her master’s degree.”, he made a pause, looking at Sandra and catching his breath, “Of course, I thought that it wouldn’t lead to anything more than that. But I was wrong. And I realized it just few weeks ago, when I saw her again, after all those years.”

Sandra looked at Vincent, sighed, and looked at the mountains, which seemed blue because of the snow which was lighting up from moon’s light.

“I see. Sorry if I confused you…”

“Don’t feel sorry, I understand.”, Vincent laughed sadly, “I confused myself and Camille, I treated what was between us stupidly and irresponsible…”, he paused and looked back at the house. He felt the sudden fear, not knowing where did Camille go, as she left long before his conversation with Sandra. What if she saw their kiss? Did she leave? How will she arrive back to the hotel? Is it too late to reach her by his car?

“Where’s Camille?”, he asked Sandra, she heard a fear in his voice

“She’s inside, probably in the kitchen or in the bathroom”

“We must find her”, Vincent stood up and rushed inside the house, he heard his heart started to beat faster.

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“Camille? Where are you?”, I heard Vincent’s voice downstairs and put a hand on my mouth, fearing that he could hear me crying.

I didn’t answer. I wanted him to be scared that I left, I wanted him to rush after me, but I knew that he wouldn’t do that as he had more important and fine business to do with Sandra. How pathetic it was for me to actually feel something for him, how pathetic was to believe that we could actually be together and work something out. We were not in romantic drama; it was real life and it can hurt.

“Camille?”, he screamed my name, and I clenched my fist, clutching it to my chest, fearing that I’d start to cry again, washed my face with ice water from the sink to recover, looked at myself in the mirror and opened the bathroom door, leaving tears behind. Only silent anger remained inside me.

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Of course, it was painful and hard for me to be back to the university after Easter holiday, but I took all my strength in my hands and dedicated couple of weeks before final assessment only to my essay. Luckily, we had only three sessions with tutor and now my ex-lover Vincent, during which I avoided looking at him, only concentrating on my writing and rushing home right after tutorials, without even saying goodbye to him.

I didn’t want to talk to him anymore, I didn’t want to see him anymore and after graduation I promised myself never meet him again or never accept the invitation to work with him even though it sounded unreal. He possibly couldn’t ask me for that. How funny things turned out in a couple of years after my promise.

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Next evening after the kiss, right before one of the last hearings I heard a knock on my hotel room.

“Camille, we need to talk”, Vincent was standing near the door and I rolled my eyes, but, opened the door, letting him inside.

“I know exactly about what we can talk with you, monsieur Renzi”, I replied dryly, placing my hands around my waist and looking directly at him, “So let’s the hearing start, then”

Vincent moved closer to me, dropping his bag on the sofa. I angrily moved back

“Let’s be reasonable, Camille”, Vincent began, but I interrupted him.

“Reasonable? What are you talking about, I’m always reasonable. And you, actually, not.”, I walked to the window, and looked for a second on the evening street, “I’m not the one who’s mixing personal feelings and work, especially with the one who’s the suspect and the prosecutor.”

Vincent looked at me astonishingly. He realized that I saw him and Sandra last night. He wanted to reach me, but I moved back and stood near the sofa.

“That’s not what you are thinking…”

“Did I dream it?”, my voice began to grow louder, my heart started to beat faster, “Yes, we drank last night, but I saw you together clearly. Of course, it’s your choice, I don’t blame you for this, but I don’t want to talk about it neither with you, nor with Sandra.”

I felt the anger growing inside me and since I was still on the edge after the previous night and anxious about the hearing the next morning, I looked at Renzi, and said with a broken voice:

“Now would kindly leave my room? The hearing is over, it is not a subject to dispute about”

“Camille, stop”, he caught my hand, I felt his hand for the first time in years and it felt so familiar and so forgotten, that for a brief second, I wanted to fell into his arms, but then I shoved his hand off and turned my back on him

“The hearing is over, monsieur Renzi!”

He was quiet for a second, but then he finally whispered, he sounded on edge as well

“Fine, mademoiselle Cadieux”

I closed my eyes and heard how the door closed loudly behind him, when I continued standing frozen in the middle of my hotel room.

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La Vérité masterlist

[disticfiction]

Fig winced as he tried to break free from the Devil's Snare. Ordinarily he wouldn't dare move; he knew it only made the plant tighten its grip, but he could almost reach his wand. Fingers outstretched, he grit his teeth, eyes focused as the vines enveloped his limbs.

"So close," the dark witch teased. "So, so close." She cupped her chin, her smile lecherous as Fig struggled. "Have you ever heard of the Orgasm Charm, Professor?" He flinched. "It's relatively new. Apparently the wizard who invented it died from overexertion, brought on by intense, unending orgasms. Seems the silly man was so focused on pleasuring himself, he forgot to invent a counter spell. As a result, the ministry banned its usage. Not many people know about it, but working as an Unspeakable certainly had its perks."

Fig gasped. He'd wondered why the fiendish woman removed his pants before shoving him into the Snare. Much to his dismay, she'd caught him off guard, and although he hated to admit it, she was a powerful foe. Realising her intentions, his desperation to escape increased tenfold. Wriggling as the vines lifted him into the air, he managed to touch the base of his wand, but that brief moment of hope was quickly dashed. With a cruel snicker, the dark witch used Accio to pull the wand to herself, then snapped it in half.

"You won't get away with this!" Fig scoffed, swinging his body to and fro.

"Yes, I will. We're the only ones out here."

Using Lumos to protect herself, the woman slithered between Fig's legs, which parted as the vines avoided the glow. Without warning, her cold fingers touched his labia and spread his hole, making the old wizard squirm. It was tight and small, but she persisted until his wrinkled, pinkish insides were fully exposed.

"S-stop it!" he begged, his brows curling. "Not there!"

"Awfully sensitive, aren't you? Must be your age." She took a moment to appreciate his position, and how worn his insides looked. "You're tiny, but this hole's been through a lot, hasn't it?" Fig looked away, his cheeks burning. "Oh, come on, don't be like that. It's obvious. You've been fucked hard."

"Please, stop..."

"When was the last time?" she asked, jamming two fingers inside.

"Augh!"

"I wonder how wide it can get."

Fig arched back, gripping the vines for purchase. "Stop! Please!"

"I'm just warming you up, take it easy."

His walls clasped her fingers, fighting her, yet welcoming her. She went in relatively dry, but a few simple thrusts had him soaking. Despite his age, he reacted far better than she expected, furthering her belief that the gentle, soft-spoken wizard was far more wild than he appeared. Either that or he'd been taken advantage of many times throughout his long life.

"Stop or I'll--! I'll..."

"Cum?" She pinched his clit, earning a resonate scream. "You're squeezing me. Do my fingers really feel that good?"

"N-no more! Please! Ugh!"

She thrust harder, faster, enticed by his cries of pleasure. "Answer my question and I just might."

"Wh-what question?!" he squeaked; he was truly a delicate man.

"When were you last fucked?"

Fig clenched his teeth, sweat coating his forehead. It felt so good. He could barely think as her fingers, though soft and slender, rubbed violently against his swelling walls, pulling out with a strong scissoring motion before plunging back in. He wasn't prepared for how skilled she was. He wasn't prepared for anything.

"Please stop! I'm begging you!"

Beneath his short, silvery pubes, her other hand worked his clit, which throbbed between her thumb and forefinger. It was too much. Shaking like a rattle, his stomach coiled, then burst with a pleasure so foul, tears formed in his squinted eyes. A clear liquid gushed from his cunt, his toes curling as the woman rode the waves--and she rode them for a while. Only when his convulsions began to settle did she slip her fingers free, leaving his freshly ravished hole loose and winking.

"Squirting already? I have to admit, I didn't expect you to be so weak."

Fig's chest heaved, his head hanging and dizzy. "E-enough..." he wheezed. "Tell me what you want."

"I would've thought that was obvious. I want the student, Fig. The one who can use Ancient Magic. Where are they?"

His eyes popped open. He knew what would happen, knew she wouldn't stop, but he loved that student. Special powers or no, they were like the child he never had. Finding his resolve, he lifted his head and met the witch's eyes, his own cross and determined.

"I'm not giving you anything."

"Pity," she sneered, backing away. "Don't worry, Fig. I invented a counter spell, though if you keep playing hard ball, I might just 'forget' the incantation." He watched in horror as she pointed her wand at the vines, then whispered, in a malicious tone, "Orgasmus."

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Fig's mind flashed back to earlier that morning. The headmaster, the absolute brute of a man, had called him into his office--and he hated when he did that. He knew a summons meant there was a fifty-fifty chance he'd get fucked, and he was right. He wasn't in his office more then a minute before the headmaster had him pinned down, robes flipped and hole stuffed with his impressively thick cock.

"You caused me a lot of trouble today, Fig. The last thing I need is an inspection from the Ministry! Why didn't you just escort the new student by train or boat? What were you thinking!?"

"P-please, sir! Not so rough!"

"Silence! When you asked for a sabbatical to grieve your late wife, did I say no? No! I gave you more time than is even allowed!" He thrust faster, harder, pounding the old man into his desk. "And this is how you repay me?! I have Ministry officials breathing down my neck, wondering why I endangered a student! As if I had any idea you'd be traveling by carriage, which makes me look equally incompetent!"

"Forgive me! I thought it was safe!"

"Silence!"

Fig shook his head, but didn't fight it. He knew this would likely be a consequence, especially when he only partially cooperated with interrogators. He had to leave out the vital details, to protect his student. Rookwood and Ranrok already knew, somewhat, about their abilities, and if Phineas and the Ministry found out, the world would know. Wizards and witches, both good and evil, would seek the student out. They'd be locked up, experimented on, tortured, or worse. Or all.

He wouldn't allow it.

"Sir, I-I'm going to--!"

He came, arching back with a muffled scream as Phineas covered his mouth. He loved it when Fig shuddered beneath him, his walls clasping around his cock. It felt amazing and gave him a sick sense of superiority. For a moment, he pulled out, giving the old man a brief stint of relief, but not to be kind. Rather, so he could watch his hole twitch, his gape the exact same size as his shaft.

"What aren't you telling me, Fig? What aren't you telling the Ministry?"

He couldn't say; he wouldn't. "I've t-told you everything," he lied. "A dragon attacked us, we searched for the student's luggage, then came to Hogwarts."

"You were gone for six hours!"

"Headmaster, I think you're underestimating how far belongings scatter when they fall two hundred feet from the sky."

With a growl, Phineas drove back in, burying his cock to the hilt. "Don't give me an attitude, Fig!" The old man hollered. His boss was being far too aggressive, more so than usual. "You've been a thorn in my side since day one!" He grabbed the back edges of the desk and pulled against them to strengthen his blows. "Now you're trying to end my career?! Is that it?!"

"N-no!" Fig peeped, trying to ignore the sound of the headmaster's skin slapping into his. "I would never!"

"Then prove it! Tell me what really happened!"

But he didn't. He kept his student's secret to himself, even when his orgasms threw his mind into chaos. Through the pleasure, through the heavenly shame, one sentiment persevered: Never tell.

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When Fig opened his eyes, he held his breath, feeling the harsh, rubbery texture of the Snare push against his rim. He wasn't dreaming, it was all really happening. He was going to be fucked by a homicidal plant in the Forbidden Forest.

As if sentient, the vine coated itself in his juices, then shoved in, all the way to his cervix. Nothing could've prepared him for that--for the force, for the stretch. He wailed, the dense bumps and veins rubbing his insides and straining his crease. He'd never taken anything that large, not even from the headmaster, and much to his distress it felt spectacular. His legs quaked, barely able to spread wide enough to make room, his muscles flexing, but the Snare prevailed. Smaller vines looped around his thighs and calves, holding his legs in place, then rocked him slightly as the one in his hole began to pump.

"Out! T-take it out!" he begged, writhing like a fly stuck in a web.

The surface of the vine was firm, almost leathery, brushing between even his most discreet crevices. It wasn't right. It wasn't natural. Though being ripped open by a plant wasn't the worst part. For Fig, it wasn't about how genuinely good it felt. It wasn't about how readily his hole wrapped around the intrusion. It wasn't about the sheer humiliation that he was in public and some bloodthirsty witch basked in every second of his torment. No. For Fig, the true tragedy was that the Snare, with its thick and ragged branches, hit places even his dearest Miriam failed to find.

A few thrusts and his world shattered. The unrelenting pressure that swerved through his tunnel the moment that monster entered stacked all to quickly, then came crashing down with the fury of a landslide. His clit, disturbed by the savagery, swelled as red as his rim, then quivered as a stream of liquid burst from his core. As he rode the waves of this newfound ecstasy, his eyes rolled back, his fingers cracking in random directions. He had no idea he could climax like that.

"You were barely penetrated!" the witch laughed. "You really are pathetic!" She circled around him, watching his fluids drip onto the grass. "Fig, I really don't think you'll be able to handle what comes next." With a grin, she wiped a line of drool from his mouth. "But I can help you. Just tell me where the student is and I'll let you go."

"G-go to hell..."

The witch frowned. "You're brave, I'll give you that. I guess that's typical of a Gryffindor." She stepped back, letting the Snare do its duty. "But everyone has a limit, old man."

He grit his teeth, tears welling in his eyes as the vine commenced its pounding, but harder. Faster. Fig groaned, doing everything he could to clear his mind, to pretend he was somewhere else, but his cunt was even more sensitive than before, his last orgasm still lingering. If this had happened on any other day, it might've been better, his head reeling with the image of the headmaster fucking him on his desk. This was too much for one day. It was too much for a lifetime.

"M-Miriam..." he spat, trying to replace Phineas's face with hers. She never would have treated him so poorly; though, as his pleasure mounted once again, part of him wished she had. This sensation, whatever it was, he longed to share with her. "Miriam, my love." He reached for the sky, his eyes fogging as the vile thump between his legs knocked the air from his lungs. "Aaaaugh!"

"Another one?" the witch, laughed. "So soon?"

She snapped her fingers and the vine pulled out, making the old man bleat. Once empty, his hole pulsed, searching desperately for the girth that spoiled it. What a betrayal. It wanted more, but Fig didn't. He needed it to end before he lost is sanity. As his chest heaved, tears rolling down his cheeks, the woman moved closer and straightened his scarf.

"Who's Miriam?" she asked.

Fig's shoulders bucked. "Don't you speak her name!" he barked--and that may have cost him the last of his resolve, every nerve and muscle wrenching.

"Ooh, sore spot. I see." She flicked his nose, playfully. "Is she the one who fucked you before this? You seem awfully fond of her. I wonder how she would feel if she knew you were thinking about her in this context?"

Fig wept, averting his gaze. "Please, stop this."

"I will," she quipped. "Just as soon as you tell me where that fifth year is."

"F-fuck you..." he yipped.

"My, that was vulgar." She sighed, sarcastically. "Will you at least tell me who fucked you?"

"Go soak your head."

"Wrong answer!"

Impatient, she snapped her fingers, and a larger vine slipped in, forcing Fig's hole wider than it could bear. As the length tore through him, banging into his end, he cried out. His mind went blank, any image of Phineas or his beloved Miriam fading with a flash of white. It couldn't feel good, it shouldn't, yet as the vine pumped, threatening to split his walls, he smiled.

"Oh, you like this, do you?" the witch teased, pushing down on his stomach. "I knew you were a whore."

His smile waned, his moans echoing through the forest. He couldn't concentrate on anything but the fierce build up plaguing his lower half. He was enraptured. The way the vine sawed through him, without compassion or pity, yet managed to pamper him in ways he never thought possible--it scared him. He yanked on his restraints, on the verge of madness as the thrusting and force on his stomach pushed him over the edge.

"Aaaughh!"

He came, seizing as another stream of liquid shot across the ground, propelled by the woman's compressions. When she let go, he gasped, his head spinning. He hadn't realised, but he was holding his breath, his jaw clamped as his fourth orgasm on a dirty plant warped his senses. It didn't stop. The vine kept thrusting, making the poor professor scream as it milked his climax.

"Who fucked you?" the witch asked, her tone somber as she brought her lips to his ear.

"Th-the headmaster..." Fig relented. He was exhausted, tears and drool glistening on his face. "Ph-Phineas Black."

A deafening laugh cut through the air. "Phineas?!" the woman roared, sadistically. "That pompous prat?! He's been fucking you?! Oh, that's hilarious. I thought you had more respect for yourself than that."

"Stop!" he squawked, his hole so sated, he felt his heart race with every lunge. "I can't take this anymore!"

"Then give me what I want."

It was tempting. He felt his willpower waver as the vine plowed him with ruthless intent. His student, his friend--he pushed their whereabouts down into the deepest recesses of his mind.

"I don't know where they are!" he vowed.

"Liar."

As before, she snapped her fingers. The vine pulled out, and to Fig's horror an even bigger one pushed into his entrance, parting his distended lips. Despite how well the previous vines prepared him, this one had a bout of trouble squeezing in, his walls restrained. They simply couldn't stretch any wider. At least, he thought they couldn't. Tactfully, the vine rubbed itself up and down his slit, drenching itself in his fluids, then tried again.

Fig wailed, his eyes bulging as his crease stretched across the texture. Slowly, it dipped deeper and deeper, until he felt a tremor in his soul. For a slight moment, he felt nothing. He may have blacked out, may have cum--he wasn't sure--but when the vine started thrusting, he screeched, his usually soft voice erupting into the most lewd noises he'd ever made. Euphoria. Pleasure in its purest form. His hole fluttered, intoxicated by the beating. How anything could feel that good was beyond his understanding. All he knew was that, in his opinion, he didn't deserve it. It wasn't rape, it was a gift, and one of which he was unworthy.

"Where's the student?" the witch asked, running her nails through his shaggy hair.

Fig groaned. "O-over the years it has been ... surmised that m-magic stems from two things! The users w-will and intent!"

"What?"

"If you turn to page three hundred and s-s-seventy in your textbook, we'll discuss—augh! Q-Quisling's theories on the subject and why they were discredited!"

"You cannot be serious." Irritated, the witch covered his mouth, turning his words into smothered moans. "Just cum, old man. No need to be a hero."

His brow furrowed, he did as she ordered, cumming so hard he lost count, his fluids spewing. As the waves of pleasure rushed through every limb, he felt her fingers climb over his nose, plugging his nostrils. In a panic, he gasped for air, but nothing entered, the oxygen impeded. She didn't allow him to breathe, and the vine continued to fuck him, rocking him like a metronome, sliding in and out at breakneck speeds.

His survival instincts triggered, his face turning dark as he tried to shake her hand from his mouth and nose, but the unyielding pleasure only sharpened. His last orgasm still tingling, another wracked his body, far too soon and even more consuming; but he still couldn't breathe. Terrified, he batted his eyes at the witch, pleading for mercy, but the vine kept fucking him and her hand remained in place.

He felt faint, his hue turning a light shade of blue as his eyes wandered. The pleasure mixed with a primal fear was inescapable. He felt himself slipping, saw his wife, his student, his friends, then gave in. He didn't want to die, but he couldn't fight it. Not any longer. He'd lost and he was so tired. Not just of the abuse, but also from mourning and stressing over his wife and student. He craved peace. As another climax reached its peak, he hung back and moaned with all he had left.

Suddenly, the witch's hand disappeared and his chest expanded, impulsively. Right as he took a much needed breath, his hole clinched, cumming at the same second the air filled his lungs. Mesmerizing. Somehow it felt even better, leaving him a sobbing, mangled mess.

"Where's the student, Fig?"

He smiled manically, the vine still pounding his hole. "Who cares?" he huffed. "Just fuck me..."

The witch's heart sank. "What? No, the student. The student!" She shook him by the collar, but he only tittered in response. In her attempt to break him, she'd snapped his mind. There was no point in interrogating him anymore. "I can't believe this. You useless old fool!" At her wit's end, she took aim at the vine. "You want it to fuck you? Fine. It'll fuck you into dust. Engorgio!"

Any emotion Fig felt in that moment was ineffable. The vine inflated, stretching his walls so wide, not even his captor could explain how he didn't tear apart at the seams. Somehow, he adjusted, his insides hysterically reshaping themselves to fit the beast that plowed him. Loose but tight, his crease rolled in and out, clinging to the appendage for dear life--and he came. He came with a mighty roar that gave the witch pause. Surely someone heard that one.

"Stay here and rot," she hissed. "Cum to death! At least you'll be out of Rookwood's hair!"

In a rage, she turned on her heel and ran, leaving Fig to his fate. Alone, he cried out, no longer conscious of where or even who he was. Sweat, tears, and drool flung in every direction as the assault claimed his sanity. Another orgasm, then another, then another. It was like the opposite of Crucio, wounded by pleasure instead of pain. It didn't end, every climax chipping away at his memories.

Would he die like the spell's creator--a man forced to cum until his body gives out? Ultimately, he decided it didn't matter. He loved cumming, loved the way the vine slammed into him, its attention solely dedicated to his pleasure. Even if it destroyed him. Even if it killed him. His arms and legs had grown sore from hanging in binds, but that was nothing. The pleasure was greater and he prayed it never stopped.

"Aaaaugh! Yes! Yes!"

He came again, his tongue sticking out as his toes curled and eyes clouded. Overblown, his squirting had lost its luster, the streams thinning into tiny, harrowing spurts. He needed a chance to recover, to revitalize, but the spell held strong. His cervix kissed the vine while scraped raw by the texture, his clit danced, his walls grated. Another orgasm, then another, then another.

And another.

And another.

It couldn't continue, and yet Fig beamed like he'd never known such joy. It was incomprehensible. It was an affront to all things decent, but it was paradise.

"Lumos Solem!"

A voice boomed and a blinding light filled the forest. When it dissipated, Fig was on the ground, the Snare screeching as it scrambled back under the earth, dislodging from its victim's hole. Free, at last. In a mystified state, the disheveled old man stared up at the sky, a frayed smile spanned across his face, his legs numb and sprawled from side to side.

"Eleazar! Eleazar!" The voice cried. It was Ronen. "Merlin, are you alright?!"

Cautious, he cast a charm around the two of them for protection, then took the old man into his arms. As he held him, tightly, he tried to ignore his hole, but the damage was so blatant, he couldn't help but stare.

"Oh, Eleazar..."

His gape was massive. Borderline absurd. It didn't seem possible, least of all to a virgin like Ronen; but his eyes fixed to the spectacle. Fig's insides, which wracked with spasms, flared deep shades of red, leading all the way down to his end. Those parts were never meant to be visible to anyone, and it scared Ronen, but he kept looking. He had to. His crease was chafed and distended, pulled slightly forward, his walls loose and rigid. The abuse had taken an irreversible toll. It wouldn't be able to close on its own--if ever fully--not after everything it had suffered.

"Eleazar, can you hear me?" Ronen sniffed, holding back his tears.

Fig's crazed smile slowly departed. "A-Abraham?"

"Yes, it's me. Are you alright, my friend?"

Fig sobbed. "M-my hole..."

"I know, I know. Just take it easy."

"It f-feels so good..."

"Well I'm glad it doesn't hurt, because it looks like it should."

Fig shook his head, weakly, then convulsed. "M-Merlin! Auagh!"

A jolt of pleasure made his hole contract, as if he was still being fucked. He intended to ask Ronen something, about someone, but he couldn't remember what. All he knew, all he wanted to know, were the blissful pangs throbbing between his legs, his hole slack and battered. Without thinking, he grabbed the younger man's hand and pushed it into his entrance, brushing over his aching clit.

"What are you doing?!" Ronen flushed, jerking his hand away.

"No! More! Please, don't stop!"

"Eleazar, get ahold of yourself!"

"More! Fuck me!" He ground his hips, his arm shaking as he reached for his friend. "Please! Abraham, please! I need to keep cumming!"

Ronen fell back. He didn't know what to do, but he could tell the old man was deteriorating. Possibly cursed. Afraid to lose him, he crawled closer and gave him what he wanted. It felt wrong and he hated it, but he reluctantly let his fingers slide into the chafed cunt beneath him, causing Fig to shriek.

"Aaaugh! Y-yes!"

Ignorant to any type of sexual activities, Ronen merely thrust four fingers in and out, as they fit, but that was enough. Fig was so fragile, so susceptible, the lightest touch felt like an army of men sharing his pussy. With a splintered scream, he came, completely losing touch with reality as his mind muddled.

No hole was meant to endure this.

"Eleazar! Hang in there!" Ronen cried, panicking as his friend lost consciousness. "I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have--!" Distressed, he cast Levioso. "I'm going to get you to the castle!"

As he felt his body lift off the ground, he cracked. The colours of the forest were distorted, his vision blurred. He didn't recognise himself, but he didn't care. He came so much, so hard, it was the happiest he felt since--what was her name? With a shrug, he closed his eyes and tucked his face into Ronen's chest, then succumbed to the ecstasy.

[rosyandraw]

Do i need to prepare for more heartbreak? Nmfy is brutal on my delicate heart. how you have managed to hit all the same notes as the original series is so so impressive. very clever. but please, is it going to get worse? you said a hea an i'm clinging to that or i will burst into tears for all three of them. much much love and all the kudos

I'm so sorry for the heartbreak my lovely!

And thank you so much, that's such a lovely thing to say. I am glad you think it's hitting the same beats, even if the setting and their circumstances are wildly different haha.

I don't know about worse, but the parts that have upset me the most to write were all of chapter 6 and the beginning of chapter 8.

Just as a heads up!

It is a HEA, I only do HEAs tbh, life sucks enough lmao, I cba for a sad ending, I don't find them satisfying or consider it a resolution 💕💕

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Age reversal au~! Can we have that moment where jyl asks wwx how does he know love is or how he knew that he was in love. Or at the very least jiang fam bonding 🤭🤭🤭

"Da-ge?" Jiang Yanli asks, when her oldest brother comes back home to Lotus Pier for the first time after his wedding. "How did you know you were in love with Hanguang-jun?"

"Hanguang-jun? Who's this Hanguang-jun?" Xian-gege chides, holding baby A-Yuan up to plant a wet kiss on Yanli's cheek. "He's been your brother-in-law for a year now. You can just call him Wangji-gege."

"No, I can't!" Yanli says, horrified by the mere thought of it. "But ge, I didn't want to ask about him, really. I just wanted to know how you realized he was more than a friend to you."

Wei Wuxian squints. "Are you in love with someone, A-Li?"

Jiang Yanli coughs, flushing darker than the embroidered lotus flowers on her ruqun, and her brother jumps up from his chair so suddenly that Yuanyuan yells out a protest. "A-Die is sorry, Baobao," he soothes, stroking the baby's head until he settles down again. “But A-Li, who-?”

“Gege!” she wails. “Just tell me how you knew, first!”

“All right, all right. Hm, how I knew I liked Lan Zhan...I think it started as soon as the day I met him, but I didn’t know it was anything more than friendship until he asked if he could court me,” Xian-gege tells her. “Once there was a choice to be with him, I knew there would be no other way forward for me. That’s a good way to think about it, meimei--if the person you’re thinking about came to you tomorrow and asked you to marry him, and you knew that he loved you with all his heart, could you bear to say no?”

Yanli blushes even harder. “No, I--I don’t think I could.”

“Then you have your answer, don’t you?”

“I guess I do,” she says quietly. “But he doesn’t like me.”

Oh, Jin Zixuan likes her well enough, as well as boys like the baby sisters of their sworn brothers, but he’s never looked at her as anything more than Er-ge’s sweet meimei, no matter how earnestly she tried to make him see that she wasn’t a little girl any more. Yanli is already eighteen, and her eighteen years aren’t so few in comparison to Jin Zixuan’s twenty-three as eight would be to thirteen, so why won’t Zixuan-ge forget the little young mistress she used to be, and treat her as the grown guniang she is?

“Are you sure?” Xian-gege says gently. “You’re the dearest and wisest girl I’ve ever known, A-Li. Who wouldn’t love you?”

A tear runs down Jiang Yanli’s cheek.

“He’s engaged to someone else,” she sniffles. “I know it’s wrong to--to like someone who wouldn’t be free to love me back--but the engagement’s not his choice, and he and his intended don’t like each other, so I thought...”

Her brother closes his eyes, looking as pained as Yanli feels, and draws her into his arms.

“Is it Jin Zixuan?”

Jiang Yanli bursts into sobs.

“It is,” she chokes. “I’ve liked him all my life, and I tried to stop after I knew he was supposed to marry Su-jie, but I couldn’t--”

“Did that peacock lead you on?” Wei Wuxian demands. “If he did, I’ll drag him here from Lanling this very minute to kneel and beg forgiveness in front of Jiang-shushu, betrothal or no betrothal!”

“No! No, it wasn’t like that.”

Xian-gege draws back. “All right, then,” he says decisively. “A-Li, don’t cry. Your gege will fix this for you.”

Yanli blinks at him, perplexed. “I don’t see how.”

“I’m going to tell Wen Ning to hurry up and make his move,” her brother mutters. “He’s been delaying his coronation because he’s afraid being Wen-zongzhu will distance him from Qing-meimei and his little cousins, but he really can’t afford to put this off any longer.”

“Put what off?”

“Go bathe your face and have lunch with Auntie,” he urges. “Gege has letters to write.”

So Jiang Yanli goes, more bewildered than ever. She takes A-Yuan with her to visit Mother in the south pavilion, and Xian-gege runs off to write to Wen Qionglin, though Jiang Yanli can’t imagine what he could do to resolve a foolish matter of the heart like this one.

But two months later, after Wen Ruohan steps down and yields the zongzhu’s seat to his nephew, she finally gets her answer: because Wen Qionglin shocks the whole cultivation world by kidnapping Qin Su from her manor in Laoling, and forcefully taking her to wife before Qin Cangye could even send word of her disappearance to Jin Guangshan.

"I don’t care,” Wen Qionglin shrugged, when emissaries from Laoling and Lanling came to plead for Qin Su’s release, reminding Wen-zongzhu of her lifelong engagement to Jin Zixuan and the dowry Qin Cangye was supposed to sign over to Jin Guangshan in return for his daughter’s bride price. “I’ve already married her. Maiden Qin and I are one from now unto the world’s ending, and I will not even think of parting from her until Jin Zixuan himself comes to challenge me for her hand.”

But Jin Zixuan did not go, unwilling to take his sect to war for a woman already wed; and Qin Su remained in Qishan as Wen Ning’s lawful bride, giving birth to a daughter by him within ten months of the wedding. She had turned out to be a very competent Wen-furen, using the education she was given as the future mistress of the Jinlintai to govern the Qishan Wen sect, and she hid her despair over her kidnapping so well that no one could pity her for it.

“You knew,” Yanli accuses her brother, after the jianghu finally recovers from the backlash. “Gege, you planned this!”

Wei Wuxian laughs and pats her head.

“It was a love match, A-Li,” he grins. “How do you think A-Ning managed to steal her so easily, ah? Qin-guniang went with him willingly.”

The next time Yanli sees Qin Su is at baby Wen Xuan’s full-moon celebration, and indeed, there is no shadow of pain about her. The new Wen-furen is radiant, glorying in every look and gentle touch from her husband, and baby Xuanxuan is perfect: the very picture of her mother, and so healthy and strong that Wen-zongzhu named her the heir to his clan the very day she was born.

“A-Li?” someone calls, while Jiang Yanli is busy leaning over the baby’s crib and letting Xuan-bao squeeze all the blood out of her poor, unsuspecting fingers. “A-Li, you’ve been there a while. Can I fetch you something to eat?”

She turns, scarcely recognizing the voice--for while she knew it, it had never been directed at anyone so reverently as this before, and certainly never at her.

“Zixuan-ge,” she gasps, trying to pry her hand out of Wen Xuan’s iron grip. “What are you doing here?”

He quirks a brow at her. “I was invited, remember?”

“No, I know that. But what are you doing here? All the men are with Wen-zongzhu in the feasting hall, aren’t they?”

“En, they are,” Jin Zixuan replies, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “But I thought that you must be hungry, and I knew you wouldn’t want to eat in there, so I was wondering if...”

Jiang Yanli’s heart flutters.

“You thought right,” she says, meeting Jin Zixuan’s eyes with her own. “Go fetch us some dinner from the feasting hall, Zixuan-ge. I’d like it very much.”

[grapejuicegay]

crazy theory time! Hello, I hope you don't mind me trying to formulate thoughts by clogging up your asks haha (sorry in advance, love your eclipse posts and you feel super approachable!) But I've been having Thoughts I was hoping to soundboard off someone. I've seen a lot of people mention that in the first trailer there was a glimpse of Akk going off the cliff. I'm pretty sure the show will have a happy ending so I tried not to take it too seriously. But, PT1

[...contd.] But after what they pulled with the imagined kiss, and all the times Aye has imagined (or relived?) Dika doing the same, I'm seeing that scene in the trailer WAY differently. Do you think maybe that's from something Aye had a nightmare about? More and more we've been seeing Aye push his own mission and intentions to the for Akk's sake (such as not exposing him as 'the curse') And more and more we've been seeing Akk despair with what's right and all the pressure and manipulation he's under. We already know Aye hates lying (I don't think he's ever fully lied on the show in fact! He's avoided questions with deflection but never and outright lies about himself) and I think that's because he values the truth so much, maybe something he learned from Dika? He keeps asking Akk to tell the truth in more ways than one (the curse, Akk's feelings for Aye, etc.) Which brings me to my crazy theory... We've seen that Aye is so desperate to keep from losing anyone   the same way he lost Dika, that he'd do just about anything. But I think  that will lead Aye to do something totally against his original mission  to keep from losing Akk at any cost, even if it means sacrificing  himself. But that's going to mean Aye will lose himself in the process. I  do think there's a HEA, so phew! But the pain for Aye ahead breaks my  heart! :( Though, in good news - I think Akk will be the one person that  can get through to him at a time like that. I think Akk will be able to   bring Aye back with telling Akk the truth about how he feels about him   (maybe a parallel of the "I love it when..." scene?). And if that's the case, I might burst into tears haha. Anyway! Thank you for entertaining  my rambling! Hope it wasn't too much of a bother, and have a lovely day!  :) ❤️ 

Hi anon!! Thank YOU for giving me a chance to talk about The Eclipse even more!

I agree, I’ve been thinking for a while that Akk going off the cliff was Ayan’s nightmare. But with the last ep establishing that the nightmare is a result of Ayan’s guilt that Dika died because they left him alone basically confirmed it for me.

We already know Aye hates lying (I don't think he's ever fully  lied on the show in fact! He's avoided questions with deflection but  never and outright lies about himself) 

I don’t know if you’ve seen this wonderful meta by @liyazaki but it goes over Ayan not lying and his thought process when his mother asks if he’s going to leave her too better than I ever could put it.

I hate the thought of Ayan sacrificing himself (hasn’t the poor boy been through enough) but I could see him doing it. I’m hopeful it won’t go that way for several reasons though!

The first is this clip from the eclipse special at 5:49 where Akk and Ayan seem to have released some sort of project together. I’ve convinced myself at this point that it’s them working together to expose Suppalo. I may be totally wrong but until the show tells me that explicitly, I’m hanging on to it.

And the thing is... I don’t think Ayan protecting Akk would go against his mission. His mission, as far as we’ve been told is, “I’m going to wreck Suppalo and they’re going to make up for the shit they did.”

The shit they did includes what they’re doing to the students, and includes the intense brainwashing Akk is under. Hell, Ayan’s even told Akk to his face that he’s never met anyone as brainwashed as him.

The really really beautiful part of their relationship for me is that the only secret there is between them is that Dika is dead. There are no secrets set up to break them apart for a last minute separation - Akk being the curse could easily have been that. No, they both know since the very beginning that Ayan knows that Akk is the curse. They’ve talked about it plenty, even.

And Dika being dead, instead of a traitor that left them to work at another school? I think that is something that would bring them even closer together, maybe even help finally convince Akk that maybe, just maybe, his school’s reputation isn’t the most important thing and that sacrificing himself for it doesn’t really help anyone.

I’m really nervous about how all of this is going to play out especially considering that there’s only 4 episodes left but they’ve given me no reason to not trust them so far

(I also still fully believe that Akk thinks the curse is real and him acting as it keeps it at bay and - not to trust the previews but - I’m hoping the next episode is going to address that)

Honestly, more than Ayan I’m worried about the road ahead for Akk. His entire worldview is set to be shifted entirely and not only does he have that to consider and where his morals stand in relation to that, but also his entire future. He’s constantly under so much pressure and keeping so many secrets I really don’t understand how he hasn’t fully crumpled already.

Not that it’s going to be easy for Ayan. Assuming he does get his revenge, he’s going have to finally process the grief of losing Dika outside of anger. Once again, he needs so many hugs. Just, constantly someone hugging him. Maybe people taking turns to do so while he’s busy clinging to Akk like a koala

AND A PARALLEL TO THE I’LL TELL YOU MY FEELINGS SCENE. If there’s any sort of variation on that, let me tell you I won’t be talking about it. Because I’ll already be dead. I’ll be found paused at that scene and it would be a happy way to go tbh. Idk about you but I’m not prepared (I need it now)

Thank you for your ramblings, I loved reading them! As you can see, we love rambling thoughts in this house 🥰🥰🥰

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💐 COMMISSION: fem s/o's wedding with andrew (sfw & nsfw) 💐

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SFW ;;

♡ Andrew has always longed to marry somebody. Being a religious man, he's dreamed of filling a church with people who are dear to him as his beloved bride walks down the aisle.

♡ He's only glanced at weddings, an outsider looking in. The brides and grooms having the best nights of their lives made his heart feel fuzzy. Nobody would ever dare to wed him, but the idea was certainly a pleasant one. It helped him sleep. It comforted him when he needed it most. He wanted to look down at his hands and see a ring that reminded him someone out there loves him.

♡ He grew up with not even a penny to his name, so he knows having a luxurious wedding would be completely out of the picture for someone like him. Until he met you.

♡ You helped him get back on his feet and the two of you worked together to save up enough money for a wedding ceremony and reception, along with a honeymoon.

♡ Most honeymoons are spent lazing by the beach, but due to his body being constantly at war with sunlight, you decided to book a trip to a lovely cabin hidden away in the woods, a private place for just the two of you.

♡ He honestly thought you'd end up getting married in Red Church, surrounded by cobwebs and broken glass, but you insisted that you two would find a way to escape the manor and you'd have a proper wedding.

♡ It took months of promises and longing, but the seal keeping everyone trapped in the manor finally snapped and let everybody escape. You took Andrew's hand that day and promised him that a brighter future was upon you.

♡ Your wedding was surprisingly inexpensive. Despite your days in the manor being long gone, many of the survivors stayed in touch with you and were more than willing to help. You don't need to hire a whole team of wedding planners with the survivors by your side.

♡ Michiko and Violetta teamed up to sew you the most gorgeous dress you had ever laid eyes on.

♡ Emma designed your bouquet and enveloped the chapel in beautiful flowers.

♡ Norton prepared your rings using the finest gems he could find.

♡ Margaretha found the most wonderful songs to play and arranged dances.

♡ Vera styled your hair and Fiona did your makeup.

♡ Victor handled the invitations and did a fantastic job. So on and so forth.

♡ You and Andrew were on good terms with almost everyone, so they were all pumped to see how your wedding would play out. It was the greatest team effort they put into anything since the escape of the manor.

♡ You two had lots of practicing to do before the actual wedding. For one, Andrew didn't know table manners. You'd have to lovingly teach him gestures like how to cut his meat and how to do a toast before even daring to eat at the reception.

♡ Dancing together in your rooms was what Andrew enjoyed the most, though. Margie planned several dance routines, so you had triple the practicing to do when it came to dancing.

♡ Andrew was surprisingly agile during fast-paced dances, he loved to twirl you in the air like in a movie and dip you so low you thought you were going to crash into the ground. Each yelp only spurred him to play with you more, drinking up your reactions and getting all giddy because it's you.

♡ As for slow dancing with Mister Kreiss? You're so lucky to say you're familiar with it. He hums along to whatever music you play in the background, and puts so much love into every step or twirl that you feel like your heart might burst. It's agony waiting to dance with him in a suit and dress rather than your pajamas.

♡ You're blown away when you see the wedding venue for the first time. It's pure white with shades of red sprinkled in, the same colours Andrew has hated about himself now repurposed to be something he'd look at fondly for the rest of his life. It was beautiful. Like him.

♡ You noticed a chair with an unfamiliar name on it. When you asked Andrew who it belonged to, he answered that it was for his late mother. She would have loved to come, he said.

♡ He doesn't take the day of the wedding very well. What do you mean he can't see you until the ceremony?! He wants to greet you, kiss you, practice some extra dance moves to be extra sure... he's grumpy while the guys of the manor dress and hype him up.

♡ "Alright, let's do this! THREE CHEERS FOR OUR MAN ANDREW!" William would cheer so loudly the girls would hear it from the other side of the church and burst out into laughter.

♡ Andrew couldn't stop his hands from shaking, though. His lifelong dreams were finally being realized. The love of his life was going to marry him tonight. Willingly. He could barely believe it.

♡ As for you? You're brimming with excitement at the idea of walking down the aisle and shooting an arrow of love straight into Andrew's heart. The girls are envious of you as they powder your face and tighten the seams of your dress.

♡ "I remember when you first met that boy," Michiko would say to you as she styled your dress, beaming at you through the mirror. "You were too shy to even speak to one another... ah, young love."

♡ It took a million checks to make sure you were ready to present yourself to everybody. Your hair, makeup, dress, veil, bouquet... everything had to be absolutely perfect. It was a bit difficult having so many girls look after you, because Tracy's idea of perfect was a little bit different than Michiko's. There was a lot of playful arguing, but you knew they just wanted this day to be flawless for you.

♡ Once the petals were strewn down the halls and the bridesmaids and groomsmen made their appearances, you finally presented yourself.

♡ It took everything in Andrew to not fall to his knees when he saw you. You were angelic, your white dress cascading down your back with a stunning hairstyle he's never seen you in before. Your bouquet was made of all your favourite flowers, and he could see the perfect shade of lipstick beneath your vail. You captured Andrew's heart as he leaned onto Luca's shoulder for support.

♡ Andrew wasn't the only one who had his breath taken away. Practically everyone was gawking at you. It made Andrew feel a little... possessive, seeing everyone's eyes on you. He was going to be marrying you. Not José, not Norton, not Victor but him.

♡ All of his negative feelings disappeared the moment you were in arms reach. He extended an arm to take your hand as you gladly obliged. When he felt the fabric of your dress against his wrist, electricity shot through his body for a second time.

♡ Being able to see Andrew up close was a dream come true. His usual matted hair was thoroughly washed and brushed, it appeared as if José had lent him a hand. His usual flower was still present even as he wore a breathtaking suit. He smelled like cologne and looked so nervous but in love... you couldn't wait to finally kiss your groom.

♡ His hands trembled as he lifted your veil to reveal your features to him. You flashed him a grin and he felt his heart explode. He danced his fingers along your cheeks until they met your shoulders, which he gave an affectionate pat before turning to the priest.

♡ He had Helena help him with his vows. He wanted to blow you away, to use words you didn't think he knew. It took him days to memorize the words of love he was going to bestow upon you. You overheard him talking to himself a few times, but never guessed they were his vows.

♡ He also has some trouble with words of affection. Andrew much prefers to hold you or do favours for you.

♡ "When I first met you, I didn't think I was worthy of love. It's still hard to believe, but... I promise to return to you every affectionate gesture you give to me. I'll love you always and forever, as my angelic wife. I want to grow old with you. I vow to protect you, adore you, and care for you as long as I'm your husband. Our hearts will always be melded together and nothing will ever change that. Thank you for saving me. I love you."

♡ His vows brought some of the survivors to tears. Most of them only knew Andrew as that really quiet guy who hid behind his girlfriend a lot, so to see him spill his heart out for you made the crowd let out a sea of "awwwh"'s.

♡ His face turned scarlet and he almost wanted to run out of the building and hide once he finished speaking. He stumbled over and mispronounced a few words, but you could tell he put his whole heart into it and he meant every word he said.

♡ When he's finally able to kiss you, Andrew dips you low and assaults your entire face with kisses, treading past your lips. He doesn't care about smudging your makeup or embarrassing you, you're finally his wife and he just wants to feel your face after waiting all day to.

♡ The cheers once you become man and wife are astounding. When you tossed the bouquet it was caught by Eli and Gertrude.

♡ Demi helped to bake an enormous cake, one that's almost as tall as you. On top were little toppers meant to look like you and Andrew that you kept as mementos.

♡ The reception was definitely more of a party than the wedding was. Antonio and Margie played music for everyone to dance along to, and a karaoke session was held as well.

♡ Andrew was a little stressed out by how much noise there was, but you reminded him everyone there loved him and he melted. He's not used to all this positive attention.

♡ Your heart burst when he extended an arm and asked you to dance. You had been practicing for so long that when you finally attended the real event, it felt like a dream.

♡ For just a few minutes, nothing existed but Andrew's arms around you and the elegant music brought to you by a live band.

♡ Once all the food is eaten and gifts are exchanged, everyone bids you farewell. The girls cry when they hug you and the guys all pat Andrew on the back, wishing him good luck for... what couples do on their wedding night.

♡ When you two finally arrive home, Andrew is exhausted. He's never been to such a crowded event before, especially one where he's the main focus.

♡ He'd need to lay his head in your lap and relax as he plays with your dress. The fabric felt so pleasing under his fingers. He was so in love with every part of you. He needed to be as close to you as possible after being kept from you, and from being in public with you. He cherished alone time like this.

♡ Once he's rested up, you'd have to unpack all your gifts! Each survivor and hunter gifted you something for your domestic life with Andrew. Matching mugs, blankets, cutlery, paintings... you were drowning in presents.

♡ It took an hour, but you finally unwrapped and stored everything away.

♡ Which leads to...

NSFW ;;

♡ You and Andrew have had sex before. Maaany times. He views it as making up for lost time, it helps with his insecurities, and he enjoys making you feel good. Andrew will do everything in his power to make sure the lovemaking on your wedding night is nothing short of magical.

♡ When you're settled at home and can't think of any more chores to do, Andrew is more anxious than he's ever been. His face is red in a furious blush and he's barely able to muster a sentence as he stands stiffly, lustful eyes on you.

♡ He knows what couples are meant to do on their wedding nights, and he's so excited to make your wishes come true, but this poor boy has no idea how to initiate things. Whenever you make love, it's because he's visibly horny but too anxious to say anything so you take care of him.

♡ You approached your husband, arms wrapping around his shoulders as you stared up into his eyes. He didn't look at you or respond to your inquiry of whether he's okay or not. The growing tent in his pants spoke for itself.

♡ Your eyes widened when you felt his erection brush against your thigh. He could tell that you felt his arousal ー because he hoisted you up bridal style and pressed an openmouthed kiss to your lips. He was going to take you, and he was going to do it right.

♡ His sudden burst of confidence lead to him carrying you to your bedroom, and he gave you another kiss before gently placing you down on the bed.

♡ Andrew wouldn't know what to do next. He wants you eat you out for hours but... your dress is in the way. And he doesn't feel like taking it off just yet. No, he wants to take his sweet time with you. It's your wedding night, after all.

♡ His solution? Dry humping. He's always adored being able to rut against you like a wild animal, and getting to do so in your elegant wedding gear has him rearing to go. He doesn't want to soil your gown, no, he just wants to do something absolutely filthy in attire that's meant to be for a ceremony all about you.

♡ He would spread your legs as far as they possibly could go in your dress. When he hikes your dress up to your lower stomach and finally sees the sweet dessert laid out just for him, he's bucking his hips into the cold air for any sense of relief.

♡ He'd press his clothed cock against your panties and see stars. His lovely wife was so close to him but so far... he wasn't sure how long he could last like this.

♡ Andrew ground against you in a frenzy, arms snaking around your back as his face nestled itself in the crook of your neck, sucking sweet little kisses onto the flesh. He groaned when he rubbed against you just right, aiming to hit the same spots over and over again.

♡ He wouldn't let your needs go unnoticed. Andrew would angle himself to rub against your clit, and he'd pay special attention to your neck as he desperately got himself off with your body.

♡ The low groan that escaped from his lips as he came into his boxers went straight to between your legs. As he rode out his high, he'd push your panties aside and finish you off with his fingers before pulling away. Something about cumming before even getting his clothes off made him growl with need. And it made him desire you even more than he already did; skin to skin this time.

♡ Andrew asked you to undress him. You felt him shudder underneath you as you removed his suit and got him out of his pants. Stripping him reminded you that beneath all the cologne and hair gel, it was still your Andrew. His scarred body yearned for yours and you were more than happy to press a chaste kiss to his chest once he was undressed, your way of telling him you loved him.

♡ Your husband would ask you to sit in his lap, right on top of his aching boner just begging to be touched, and grind against it as he undid the several seams on your back.

♡ Andrew loves mirrors. He doesn't like seeing himself in them, but you? He could watch you be undressed through a mirror all day long. He thinks his hands look good when they're unbuttoning the fabric keeping him from you.

♡ You looked so radiant that Andrew would need to fuck you in front of a mirror just to truly see you.

♡ He would take his sweet time with you, for every untied string he would thrust up to grind against your clothed pussy and nibble your shoulders. Hearing you mewl in his lap causes his hands to fumble as he undresses you. He wondered just how someone could be so cute every time a moan is pulled from your throat.

♡ Andrew felt a little dejected once your dress was ready to come off. He would miss seeing you in it.

♡ ...Those feelings didn't last long, though. The moment he laid eyes on your bare body he was surging with confidence and hunger.

♡ "You look so ravishing... my... my wife..." he muttered, mostly to himself. It appeared he was still in disbelief that you were a wedded couple. Throughout the night he'd periodically mumble to himself that you were his wife, or he'd call you Mrs Kreiss. It had a lovely ring to it.

♡ Andrew wants ー no, needs ー to taste you after being away from you for so long. He would eat you out like a man starved.

♡ Positioning his face between your thighs, Andrew licked a sloppy stripe up your pussy, stopping right below your clit. Then he'd lick back down, avoiding the place where you needed him most. Your frustrated groans earned a soft chuckle from Andrew. He wanted to draw this out... he was in a playful mood.

♡ He massaged your thighs as he teased your folds, finally pulling away to ask you the question that would be the death of you. "Tell me what you want, my... wife..." his voice dropped in volume when he reached your title. He didn't care in that moment how cheesy it sounded, this was the ultimate night to be sappy with his angel.

♡ "Enough teasing, Andrew, please... eat me out," you'd weep through gritted teeth as your husband nibbled your thighs and nodded his head in response your pleas.

♡ Now that he's gotten you riled up for him (he wants to feel needed), he's not holding back. Andrew is the king of being unintentionally rough. He'd leave your core battered from how deep his licks are and how his chin smacks against your soft flesh.

♡ The moment Andrew feels you contract and twitch around him, he's slipping a wet finger into your walls to torture you further. He won't stop his ministrations even as you cum hard around him.

♡ He's extra passionate for your wedding night which translates into him not giving you a break. He doesn't want to pull away from your pussy, he wants to keep his head burrowed between your legs for as long as he possibly can. His tongue is going to commit every inch of you to memory tonight.

♡ If you really want to make this night worth your while, tackle Andrew once you feel overwhelmed and turn the tables on him.

♡ He loves when you take control and take him by surprise. One minute he was devouring you, and the next you've pushed his back against the headrest and you're lowering your head dangerously close to his cock.

♡ He wants you to feel good even as you suck him off, so Andrew will finger you while your lips are wrapped around his dick. He'll angle himself so the palm of his hand rubs against your sensitive nub. It drives him wild how sloppy your strokes and licks are when you're on the verge of cumming.

♡ He'd prefer to cum in your mouth. It's an intimate night, he doesn't want you to be completely covered in his seed just yet. He'd rather save that for the honeymoon.

♡ Chest heaving against your back, Andrew's next move is to pull you into his lap again. Remember how much he loves mirrors? He'll seat you right on his cock and direct your face with his hands to look right into the mirror across from your bed.

♡ "My wife," he'd murmur into your shoulder before snapping his hips into yours.

♡ Having Andrew's mouth so close to your ears means you'll get to hear every gasp and purr that he emits. And he makes a lot of quiet noises he tries to hide.

♡ Andrew made sure to cup a hand around your breasts and kiss your neck & lips as well. He wants to surround you. He wants all of your senses to be overtaken by him until you can't function.

♡ He would whisper praise into your ear, telling you how beautiful you look and how good you feel around him. It's not like him to be this bold and dominant but you're loving it.

♡ Andrew asked to cum inside you that night. When he finally reached his climax, he lifted you up so he could admire the string of cum connecting the husband to his wife. He was addicted to the sight and made sure to capture it in his memories for as long as he could.

♡ After several more rounds of rough licks and hard thrusts, Andrew would want something more soft and classic with you.

♡ Gently lowering you onto the mattress, Andrew would hover over you and press a tender kiss to your lips. With one long thrust, he'd fill you right up and stay like that, your hands connecting.

♡ His thrusts would be slow and sensual, making love to you rather than just fucking you. Don't be surprised if you feel hot tears drop onto your shoulders. This is one of the most sentimental moments of Andrew's whole life.

♡ Your tongues would dance as your lips locked in an intense kiss, you can tell how desperately he's trying to last and make this feel good for you.

♡ Andrew quickly repositioned himself to hit that spot inside of you. He's committed the location to memory, and wouldn't be able to live with himself if he didn't relentlessly batter it tonight.

♡ Your sudden gasps caused his thrusts to grow frantic, his hot breath fanning onto your neck as he plowed you into the mattress.

♡ You could feel his smirk on your skin when you began to pulse around him.

♡ "Good girl..." he would purr, rubbing circles on the back of your hand as you rode out your high. Hearing your cries of pure ecstasy pushed Andrew over the edge, and he emptied himself into you. You had never felt so stuffed before.

♡ Once you've decided you had enough, Andrew's entire demeanour changes. Before, he was determined to push your limits and hear your cries, while now he's insisting that you take a bath. He feels awful that he ruined your hair and makeup, plus you're littered with hickeys and your thighs are stained with seed... he doesn't know that you wouldn't have it any other way.

[dcbutinamrev]

“Look me in the eyes and repeat what you just said.” 👀👀

Ask and ye shall recieve!

~~~

Lieutenant Colonel Alexander Hamilton sits down at the aide-de-camp office with a grunt. He tries to remain his focus on his tasks at hand, completeing more corrospondences for General Washington, shuffling through Lafayette's rough drafts and occasionally checking any spelling errors as the Frenchman is still learning the American language. But he couldn't help but feel his eyes tick up towards the narrowed staircase a few feet behind him. His chest fills with fire, ready to burst.

Hamilton forces his eyes back down towards his papers in hand, yanking the quill near the new aide-de-camp, James McHenry, who was recently added to Washington's staff not long ago. A few days ago perhaps and Hamilton must admit it is a surprise, indeed, that he's caught up with the routine quite quickly. As quick as Laurens.

Hamilton scowls and shivers at the thought of Laurens, his words--hurtful words--echoes through his mind as he clutches onto the quill tightly. He presses his lips together and bites his tongue behind clenched teeth in hopes it would hold back the low growl cojming from the back of his throat. His fingers curl tighter around the stem of the quill as the tip scratches Washington's name near the bottom of the corrospondence.

"Hamilton?" a voice says, snapping him out of his thought. A Southern voice, might he add. It's not as distinct as Laurens' but Hamilton can hear a twinge of the South in the man's voice.

He ticks his eyes towards his peripheral, his brows furrowing together to form a crease in his forehead and swallows hard when he sees Richard Kidder Meade seated beside him with a worried expression upon his face and a hand clamped onto the Caribbean's shoulder. Hamilton relaxes at Meade's touch but still is somewhat tense.

"Kidder..." Hamilton sighs as he runs a hand through his dark red hair and puffs out a breath, his freckled cheeks puffing out as he does so.

Meade smiles softly as he pulls the wooden chair beside him out and slides on down next to him. He folds both arms over his chest and leans against the edge of the table with his head tilted to one shoulder. He presses his lips together, pondering what to say next before finally clearing his throat and leaning back, somewhat relaxed.

"Are you alright, my Little Lion?" Meade says affectionally. In all honesty, Hamilton loves it when his dear friends call him their little lion, especially by Laurens.

Hamilton sighs audibly through his nose, setting his quill down after signing his corrospondence. He shakes his head. "No. I...well...perhaps...."

"Perhaps?"

"Yes...it's just..." Hamilton shakes his head, glancing over his shoulder towards the stairs where Laurens still remains in the bedroom where they shared their last argument. A childish argument, Hamilton thinks. One of Betsey and one of his roles as a soldier and him insisiting I be locked up here like a woman.

"Alexander?" Meade tries again.

Hamilton sighs, finally explaining, "It's Laurens." A pause. Hamilton glances up at Meade, expecting him to question him but thankfully he doesn't. Hamilton continues. "He...he...he and I...we had argument..."

"Oh..." Meade says softly. Hamilton nods.

"Yes." A pause. "I just don't understand him, Kidder. Can't he see how much I care for him? As much as I care for her? As much..."

"Her?" Meade prompts, quirking an eyebrow, though he has a feeling he knows who the "her" is.

"Betsey," Hamilton says, taking a small sip of his coffee before setting it back down. A loopy grin on his face as he sees his beloved newly wedded wife before his eyes, her dark eyes on his, entrancing and almost like a bottomless pit, her dark hair--dark as chocolate--loose around her shoulders. Her pale blue dress down to her waist... "My wife..."

"Ah," Meade says, pating Hamilton's arm. "I'm sure he understands. He knows how much you care for him."

"Yes, but..." Hamilton sighs. "It's..." He glances back up at the stairs, his expression of what was once anger now disappiated into softness. "It's complicated, Kidder, between us." A short pause. "You wouldn't understand."

"I know," Meade says. Hamilton whips his head over his shoulder towards Meade with surprise, his face paling and his blood goes cold. Meade chuckles, causing Hamilton to frown with confusion and tilt his head to one shoulder. Meade, however, continues chuckling and and pats the redhead's shoulder. "I know. Oh, trust me, Alexander, I know. I know love when I see it."

Hamilton swallows but Meade only returns the expression with high, arched eyebrows. Hamilton glances back up at the stairs and instantly scoots his chair back, his chest squeezing as though a hand were clamped around his lungs.

Perhaps there was one.

Hamilton fumbles over the flaps of his buff blue Continental coat as he stumbles his way up the stairs towards his and Laurens' shared bedroom. He slams the door open rather ungentlemanly and marches two steps forward before slamming it shut behind him. He sees Laurens plopped down at the desk where Hamilton would usually work into the late night hours if he had extra work to finish, scribbling something onto paper.

"Stop," Hamilton says, catching his breath, breathing sharply in and out.

Laurens surprising stops without a protest, the tip of his quill hovering above the parchment. Laurens doesn't say anything.

Of course, he doesn't.

He's waiting for an answer. He's wanting Hamilton to answer.

"Stop it, John," Hamilton huffs.

Laurens lowers the quill scarily slowly yet gently as well and cranes his neck of his shoulder to glance at Hamilton before him, both eyebrows high and a small smirk of amusement? on his face.

"Oh? And why should I, Hamilton?" Laurens says. "You've made your point very clear."

As soon as Laurens turns around in his chair, Hamilton rushes forward and instantly dropping down to his knees and grasping both of Laurens's hands in his. Laurens freezes, his eyes narrowed at the paper before him and breathes in slowly, his breath hitched at his throat and holds it in place.

"Enough of this, John," Hamilton whispers, reaching out to tuck back a loose stray honey colored hair behind his ear. "You know where my heart lies."

"And it lies with that woman!" Laurens hisses, barks loud enough to be mistaken as a dog.

Hamilton flinches but tries to remain calm and steady. He never takes his eyes off his beloved Laurens' even though Laurens may take his eyes off of Hamilton himself, avoiding his gaze entierly. Hamilton shakes his head.

"No," he says, catching Laurens' attention. "It lies with you as well."

Laurens opens his mouth to protest but Hamilton promptly cuts him off.

"What is wrong with me loving another as much as I love you?" Hamilton whispers.

"That's not how relationships work, Alexander. You've never been in a relationship with anyone besides me. Haven't you? You don't know what heartbreak is like."

Hamilton feels his lips twist into a tight scowl and scoots foward onto his knees so he's in between Laurens' legs, his hands still clutched into his. He gives it a firm shake as he snarls, his eyes eyes twitching, "Look me in the eyes and repeat to me what you've just said."

Silence.

"I have experienced heartbreak throughout my childhood, John," Hamilton explains in a quick, hushed voice. Almost like a snake. "My father abandoned me when I was ten. My mother died because of an illness the doctors couldn't treat while I survived. My cousin committed suicide not long after my brother and I moved in with him. My brother, the only person I had left, was seperated from me. A hurricane destroyed my fucking home. Demolished it. Burned it to ashes! Killed thousands and thousands of people...innocent people...John."

A pause.

"So don't you dare tell me what heartbreak is like, I know what heartbreak is like."

"That's besides the point," Laurens growls. "That's different. I'm not talking about that. If you would just stop blabbering and just simply listen."

Hamilton growls low, yanking his hands off of Laurens and standing upright, placing his hands on his hips now. "Well then perhaps you should do the same."

Laurens pushes himself up from the chair and towers over Hamilton, so Hamilton has to shrink slightly. Laurens folds his arms over his chest.

"You did the exact same thing he did," Laurens growls as he shakes his head, blinking his eyes. His voice cracks, causing a spear to go through Hamilton's heart. "Claimed you loved me. Say that you loved me. And I thought you were mine, you said you were mine! I...I wanted..."

"And you are!" Hamilton whimpers, cupping both of Laurens' stubbled cheeks in his palms. He searches the blonde's face, his eyes ticking back and forth quickly. "You are, John! You are mine and you always will! I love you...so much...just as much as I love Betsey!"

"No!" Laurens snaps. "You stated yourself there was no one you loved but her!"

"I had to say that, John! I had too!" Hamilton cries. "We were surrounded by the others! You know..." Hamilton pinches the bridge of his nose and huffs out a breath, trying to calm himself. "John...I love you..."

"No," Laurens says instantly. Hamilton sniffs and glances back up at him. Laurens rests a strong hand onto Hamilton's freckled cheek, the pad of his thumb wiping away a stray tear Hamilton didn't realize had escaped. Laurens smiles, though the anger and annoyance is still clear in his bright blue eyes, and leans down to press a kiss to the edge of Hamilton's mouth, his nose nudging against his cheek. "You should be married." Hamilton lets his eyes flutter shut as Laurens pecks his earlobe and whispers, "For both of our sakes."

"Jack--" Hamilton begins but Laurens cuts him off with a sudden kiss.

Hamilton hisses sharply through his nose, taken aback and completely off-guard. He lets his eyes slip closed and slowly lifts both hands up to squish Laurens' cheeks together while Laurens lets his hand slide down Hamilton's sides and grip his wrist, pulling him close so his chest nearly touches the blonde's.

Laurens tilts his head, trying to find a perfect angle, letting his lips trail down the side of Hamilton's neck and up his jaw. Hamilton grips Laurens shoulders to keep himself steady as he tilts his head to the side to allow Laurens room. Laurens, however, gets a little greedy, needy and slams Hamilton against the closed bedroom door, pinning his arms to the side as he kisses the redhead's lips, his knee nudging agianst Hamilton's inner thigh, causing Hamilton gasp sharply with surprise. Laurens grins with triumph, the corners of his lips quirking up.

"John..." Hamilton gasps against Laurens' rough, yet soft rosy pink lips. "John!"

"My apologies," Laurens sighs as he pulls back, pressing his forehead against Hamilton's. "Do not leave me, my dear boy."

Hamilton hums, a small smile on his face, slowly opening those breathtaking deep blue eyes. Laurens' heart flutters and his breath hitches in his throat when he sees flecks of violet in those deep ocean blue irises.

"I won't leave you," Hamilton promises. He pauses, furrowing his brows in thought as he scratches Laurens' light stubble with his fingers. "But..." Laurens raises both eyebrows, gesturing him to continue. "You have to promise me not to leave me as well."

Laurens breathes in sharply. A curt nod.

"I promise."

That will be a lie.

[randomrosewrites]

From the beginning to the very end.

Seeing the one you love fall for someone else hurts.

Pairing: Diluc X GN reader (unrequited), mentioned Kaeya x reader (not focused on) Words: 3.3K Warnings/ tags: Alcohol/ drinking mention, unrequited love, reader drinks to cope at one point, general angst. a/n: This was requested by anon. I’ve taken the prompt and altered it a bit, Kaeya and Diluc are both emotionally complicated men *sigh* Someone help them.

Your arrival into Diluc’s life is with all the grace of a baby fawn attempting to stand. Choppy. Awkward. A tad pitiable.

It’s a Friday night at Angel’s Share. The worst ones to be bartender, and precisely why Diluc always drags himself into town to suffer for a few hours. It’s the days where the knights, both seniors and new recruits, gather to spend their weekly wages of mora. He knows the tradition well, after his time with the knights. He used to always sit in the back corner with Kaeya, the two giggling as they drank non-alcoholic cider.

…but the past is the past, and he refuses to dwell on it any further.

They trickle in sometime around 9pm. They’re easy to spot. Uniforms too pristine, armor too shiny. He watches as wide-eyed recruits alongside experienced knights file into the reserved table at the back.

The brave one is sent from the flock to the bar, to order drinks for the table. Diluc gives you his best intimidating stare, arms crossed over his chest. You fiddle with the front of your uniform as you approach the bar, nervously shifting from foot to foot.

“Hello Sir, uh, could I have uhm…” you take a second to count on your fingers. “Ten drinks, please?”

Well, at least you can get your sentence out. (Sawyer, one of the new recruits from a few months back, mumbled everything. It took Diluc ten minutes to figure out what he wanted.) “What kind?”

“Oh…the regular kind?”

He could make this easier on you, but he decidedly doesn’t. “There is no regular kind. Dandelion wine? Lamp-Grass cider?”

“Uh, ten glasses of dandelion wine, please.”

He raises a brow. “Everyone is of age, even the recruits?”

“Oh, yes, the younger ones’ curfew ended an hour ago.”

One quick glance over proves your truth. Fine. He gets the drinks ready quite easily. It’s just pouring wine from the barrels into their tankers. Once he has them on a tray, he says, “Ten thousand Mora.”

“Oh…uh…” you stare at your feet in embarrassment, apparently just realizing that yes drinks cost mora. “I-“

“If you can’t pay,” he starts, annoyance seeping into his voice. “Then I suggest you get out.”

Maybe that was a bit too harsh. Your jaw clenches. Your hands tighten into fists. Diluc thinks you’re about to burst into tears or run out the front door when a hand lands on your shoulder.

“Not to worry, I’ll cover the costs for this.”

Of course. He’d be here, of all nights.

You look to your saviour, lighting up. “Oh, thank you, Captain Kaeya.”

Kaeya smiles amicably, patting your shoulder. “My pleasure. Join the others, I’ll carry the drinks there shortly.”

You hurry off to the table, not one to disobey your superior’s orders. Diluc and Kaeya are left alone at the bar, the former frowning, the later smiling.

Kaeya places a sack of mora on the counter. “Feel free to count it, every coin is in there.”

Diluc snatches it, tossing it under the cabinet. (Kaeya always pays in full. Either that or he purposely omits a single coin, just to fuck with him. But it’s not worth it for Diluc to count ten thousand coins individually.)

“Corrupting fresh recruits already, aren’t you?” Diluc says.

Kaeya chuckles dryly. “Why, Master Diluc, I’d never do such an atrocious thing.”

Kaeya picks up the tray before Diluc can make some sort of witty retort. “Now, I’ve got to amuse myself. Enjoy your night, Master Diluc.”

Kaeya remains out of his hair for the rest of the night. By all accounts, it’s a good thing, but tonight, it only makes Diluc moodier. Especially when he glances over at the knights table, spotting the captain’s arm strung over the back of your chair.

---

“What on earth are you doing?”

You jump, turning to face Diluc, leaning against the nearby tree. He’d been patrolling the area for threats when he’d noticed you, swinging your sword about in the middle of Windrise. The fact that he’d managed to catch you by surprise unnerved him. (You were a knight; you’d need to learn to be alert.)

“Practicing, Master Diluc.” You wipe the sweat from your face with your shirt and Diluc quickly averts his eyes to a group of slimes slugging around the Anemo Arcon Statue. He’d have to deal with them later.

“Don’t the knights have a dedicated training area?” They do. He knows this, outside the city walls or on the northern shores of Cider Lake, he used to go there and take recruits when he was a captain, make them run up and down the sloping hills all afternoon in full armour.

“Ah, they do, yes, but I mostly prefer to train alone.”

Diluc chews on your words for a moment, before pushing off from the tree and striding towards you. “Hold your sword again.”

You hesitate, drawing your sword and holding it like you were doing previously.

Diluc covers his hands with yours, moving them along the sword. “Adjust your hands like this. You’ll have more force when you swing and you’re less likely to hurt yourself if you hit something solid.”

He steps back, allowing you to swing a few times in the air. “Use your chest more, not just your arms – good. Again.”

About an hour passes, with Diluc giving instructions, doing a very bad job of hiding his stares, and with you doing as he says. He doesn’t realize how long it’s been until you sheath your sword, and the sun has set over the horizon.

“I apologize, Master Diluc, but I’ve got to get back to the headquarters now.”

“Oh.” He says, stupidly. Of course, you’d have to leave, to go back to the knights, but that thought hadn’t crossed his mind. “I see, yes. I suppose you should.”

You bow respectfully. “Thank you for your help, you really are as sweet as Captain Kaeya says.”

He suppresses the growl that rises from his throat. Figures, Kaeya would call him that. “Mhm.”

You salute him, the standard knight’s salute. He nods his head as you start back towards Mondstadt, pondering why he decided to help you, until you fade from sight.

---

He swears, he doesn’t mean to keep meeting you like this.

He had been exploring an abandoned domain north of Wolvendom, looking for any members of the abyss order. Fortunately – or unfortunately, there hadn’t been anything but slimes and old artifacts inside, and he’d come out soaked head to toe with water.

He was starting up the path when he saw you huddled by an electro crystal, poking it with your sword and jolting back when it shocked you.

“…you can’t break those with normal attacks,” he says. “They’re elemental crystals.”

You turn around, not surprised by his sudden presence (good, you’re learning.) “You can break them?”

Arcons, do they not teach the knights anything anymore?

Instead of arguing, he simply demonstrates, calling flames to his claymore and slicing the rock. An explosion of pyro and electro occurs, shattering the crystal into purple chunks.

You gape at the crystals. “Wow, you’re amazing, Master Diluc.”

He flushes at your praise, coughing and adjusting his tie. “It’s nothing. What are you interested in with the crystals anyways?”

“Captain Albedo requested them. I guess I’ll have to get outrider amber to gather them, or klee, perhaps…'' you collect the chunks into a small bag, standing up and brushing the dust from your pants. “Thank you again, Master Diluc. You always seem to be helping me out a lot.”

“It’s no trouble,” he says, swallowing for a moment. His throat feels tight and his palms are sweating in his gloves.

You salute him. He nods. They’re your usual goodbyes, nowadays. He watches you march off, the crystals clinking around in your bag.

“Wait,” he splutters, the objection coming from his throat without thinking.

You turn around, waiting expectantly. Diluc swallows, again. (When did he get so warm?)

“Next time, please just call me Diluc.”

You blink carefully, then smile. “Alright, Diluc.”

The sound of his name on your tongue makes his heart race and sends electricity through his stomach.

(And not just because of the nearby electro crystals.)

---

Two days later, a bag of purple electro crystals appears at your doorstep in the Knight’s headquarters. There is no name from the sender, but you suspect who it is from the emblem of the dawn winery logo upon the bag.

You smile to yourself, then hurry to deliver the goods to Captain Albedo.

---

“Do you have a crush on someone, Master Diluc?”

He nearly drops his teacup in his lap, sputtering into his drink. Adeline doesn’t even flinch, handing him a handkerchief to wipe his mouth with. His owl preens herself on its stand, indifferent to her master’s squabbling.

“P-pardon?”

“I asked if you had a crush on anyone.”

“…what would make you consider that?”

She clears the table swiftly, shrugging. “You seem to be in good spirits. You’ve been smiling more, and you’re more pleasant.”

He frowns. “Are you suggesting I’m usually moody?”

Adelinde’s face remains blank. “Not at all, sir.”

She bows and leaves him to his thoughts and paperwork.

A crush. Ridiculous…he’s not a schoolboy. And besides, he hasn’t been acting differently. Sure, he’s taken more shifts on Friday night, and he’s been visiting Windrise more often in hopes of maybe running into a certain knight, but that doesn’t mean anything. It’s all justifiable.

…

His owl cocks her head at him, even she knows when he’s lying to himself.

“…don’t look at me like that.” He huffs, turning around in his desk, back facing the owl.

---

Once the thought is in Diluc’s head, he can’t get it out. It doesn’t help that over the next few months, your presence around him only amplifies his feelings.

Every breath you take, every little movement you make - it transfixes him. He feels drawn to you naturally, wanting to be closer to you, coming up with more and more ridiculous topic ideas just so he can hear you speak.

He feels happy. He begins looking forward to the next day and the next week, not apprehensive about what new problems might arise.

And just as soon as he’s settled into the norm, the world decides to rip it away from him.

---

The knights file into their usual spots on a friday night. Diluc greets them with the same, stiff nods, except this time, his scowl isn’t as deep, and the furrow in his brows is loose. For the knights coming to celebrate means that he might have a chance to see you.

And he does. Diluc can’t stop the way his lips turn upwards when the door swings open and you file in. You give a wave, he nods back.

He does his best to not stare as you socialize with the other knights - (there really are a lot of them here tonight. Even Captain Albedo is among them) - but he fails miserably. So much so that he forgets to serve the other patrons up front.

It’s a relief when you eventually wander over to the bar. You don’t even need to tell him your order anymore - he just gets to doing it immediately.

“Big celebration?” he asks.

You slide into the seat and smile. “I suppose you could say that.”

He raises a brow and pushes the drinks towards you, leaning on the bar. “Oh? Is it a knights secret I’m not privy to know about?”

You swat at him harmlessly and his breathing hitches at your chuckle. “No, not a secret. It’s just nice to celebrate for celebration's sake, you know?”

He does not, but nods anyways. “I suppose it is. In any case, you seem very happy.”

You cover your growing smile with your hand. “Do I?”

“Yes, did you get a promotion? Replace Kaeya as Cavalry Captain?”

“No! No, nothing like that…” you laugh and shake your head. “But Kaeya…”

He hadn’t expected his joke to actually hold some truth. He presses, “Kaeya?”

“Well, we -” you avert your gaze, eyes softening in bliss. “We’re um - a thing. Now.”

Diluc pales, nearly falling off the bar.

“Oh.���

“Yes...please keep it a secret, we don’t want anyone knowing just yet.”

Diluc’s head spins. It feels like a lump of coal is stuck in his throat. He swallows and tries to stop his breaths from becoming erratic.

“Congratulations… I hope-” his voice cracks and he clears his throat. “I wish the best for the both of you.”

“Thank you, Diluc.” you reach over and pat his hand. He barely conceals a flinch, wanting to rip it away. “

You walk back to the knights, and for the rest of the night, he operates on autopilot, picking at the remaining shattered pieces of his heart.

---

It hurts.

Rain and sweat get in his eyes. He ducks to avoid a swing of a club, swinging his fiery claymore in retaliation. He doesn’t know how long he’s been here, only that his hands are numb from gripping his weapon for so long. A long gash runs up his side, stinging each time he moves.

The ache in his chest hurts more.

How naive, how silly, to entertain the idea that you’d ever like him back.

Diluc closes his eyes, and consumes himself in violence once more.

---

He doesn’t frequent the bar for the next week. Enough to collect his thoughts. Enough to smother the pang of hurt he feels whenever he gazes at you.

He’s above this, above being debilitated by his emotions.

(He knows he is not.)

---

Things get better, as they always do. Things always go back to a level of normal. He returns to work at the bar. He returns to looking forward to your visits.

The front door swings open. He expectantly turns, smile dying on his face when he sees who’s entered.

“Jeez. You think I’ve just murdered someone how you’re looking at me,” Kaeya sighs.

“What do you want?” Kaeya’s the last person he wants to see. Especially since - since -

“Can’t I just drop by for a drink?” Kaeya takes his seat at the corner of the bar. Diluc resists the urge to throw the glass in his hand. He never gets to the point, always meandering about the issue, chatting about this or that until the other party is exhausted trying to humour him.

Not Diluc.

“You’re never here to just drink. Out with it.”

“…I was just wondering how you feel about our newest knight.”

He inhales through his teeth and sets the glass he was polishing down. Fine, if that’s the game Kaeya was going to play, he’d play along. “I think it’s improper for you to be engaged in a relationship with your subordinates.”

Kaeya grimaces, keeping his eye on the wood counter. “Do you say that because you care for workplace standards, or are you perhaps-”

“No.”

“ - jealous?”

The towl ignites in his hands. “Fuck off. Get out of my bar. Now.”

Kaeya sighs, but gets up from his seat, hands raised. “Alright, fine...but If it’s any consultation, I understand how you feel.”

“You don’t get to know where I’m coming from,” each word feels like acid down Diluc’s throat. “You don’t ever get to understand how I feel.”

Kaeya smiles sadly. “I know. And because of that, I’m not gonna come in the way between you two.”

Kaeya opens the door and waves before Diluc can question him. “Good night, master Diluc.”

The door shuts behind him as he leaves. Diluc tosses the towel in the trash, blood boiling underneath his skin.

---

He doesn’t see much of you or Kaeya for a week. (Which he supposes is good. If he saw Kaeya now, Barbados wouldn’t be able to stop him from getting into a fight.)

The next time he sees you is late one night, when most of the patrons have left. You look a mess, hair disheveled, feet dragging against the floor. You mumble your order to him before dragging yourself upstairs, one foot at a time.

Diluc brings what you requested up – one of his strongest liquors – to find you staring off into space. He sets your glass down gently, and you snap from your reprieve.

“Here’s your order. If you need anything…just let me know.”

You nod, keeping your eyes focused downwards. “Thank you, Diluc.”

His heart breaks at how defeated you sound. He returns to his post for the remainder of the night.

Never once does the cavalry captain come in. Diluc has a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

It’s many hours later when the tavern closes for the night. Diluc shucks on his coat and goes upstairs, finding you half-asleep on the table, empty glass clutched tight in your grasp.

He shakes you gently and you stir with a moan. “It’s closing time. Do you need help getting home?”

You laugh bitterly. “Where is ‘home’?”

Diluc wordlessly slips the glass from your hands. “Come on, let’s get you back to the knights headquarters.”

Exhausted, you relent, leaning on Diluc heavily as he escorts you out of Angel’s Share. The smell of alcohol is strong on both your breath and clothes. It makes Diluc’s nose wrinkle.

You stumble over stones and steps. The walk back to the knights headquarters takes twice as long as it normally would. Diluc doesn’t mind, instinctively activating his vision when he feels you shiver from the cold.

“I thought Kaeya loved me,” you say suddenly, resting your head on his shoulder. “He said he…”

Diluc doesn’t – can’t – say anything, not when the lump of guilt in his stomach threatens to tear him apart from the inside out.

---

Truthfully, he’d thought you would have left the Knights after that incident. It must have been beyond difficult - having to see the person who broke your heart every day.

But you don’t. Diluc already knew how determined and strong you are, and you prove to be stronger than he could have ever foresaw.

It’s rough. There are nights where you show up to the tavern, barely coherent and full of grief. But there are others where you show up with Albedo, or Amber, and he gets to see you smile again.

He observes you from afar, at windrise, training with Noelle, getting quicker and quicker with your sword each day.

The seasons come and go, snow falls and melts, and when the dandelions grow again, before he ever knows it, you’re a Captain yourself.

The tavern is full for your celebration. Wine flows freely - free of charge thanks to Diluc - and the air is abuzz with joyous conversation.

“My highest congratulations, Captain,” Diluc says, raising his own glass (non-alcoholic) in toast.

You clink cups with him, smiling in your new uniform. (You’re radiant, he thinks to himself). “I can’t thank you enough, Diluc...for everything. I’ve always seen you as one of my closest friends.”

Friends. The word cuts deeply into his heart. Yes, friends. But being friends is something that he is ok with. He can watch you thrive, watch you live your life, he can keep your presence in his life, a small candle flickering in the dead of winter.

He knows your heart is elsewhere, he sees it in your eyes whenever you see the colour blue, or whenever the scent of death-after-noon waffs through the air. Your grief isn’t as prominent, but still there.

He doesn’t know if your feelings for Kaeya, if you even have any after the breakup, will ever go away. Perhaps they’ll stay over you like a looming shadow for the rest of your life.

If only – he’ll think, on nights when you’ve fallen asleep on his couch, bottle of wine beside you – if only he hadn’t said anything, maybe you’d be happy with Kaeya.

But the past is the path, and he must look to the future. The future where he can stand by your side, in whatever way you’ll accept him.

(Alone from the beginning, alone in the end. Fitting, for someone like him.)

[goldenvoicedminstrel]

realised after posting it’s actually @feanorianweek and even day 2, so have some Maglor

The sun was hidden from the sea that day, the rough waves turned murky grey in a perfect mirror image of the dull clouds overhead, both divided only by an endless pale horizon. All around, the colours had disappeared from the earth and Maglor wondered, if perhaps this was what the void looked like. An endless space devoid of colour, sound and feel. 

An endless nothingness to isolate one from one’s own existence and drive one mad. 

It was a far more frightening thought than any darkness or torture. 

Is that what my brothers feel? he asked the only person still listening. 

Does it matter? he answered his own question. He would never join them now, it had been much too long since he had failed to follow his brother’s example and throw the Silmaril into the waves with his body still attached to it. Too many years of wandering and suffering had passed, that had made his next step and the next note of his lament as unescapable as the passing of the hours and years. He had woven the mourning resonance of the Noldolantë into the music of Arda itself and himself with it. 

Even if he did not care if he lived, he had been surviving for so long he thought he might not know how to die anymore.

The coarse sand and stones were biting into the soles of his bare feet as he walked, having long since discarded his worn through boots. Now the quiet crunch of his steps in the sand formed an imperfect metronome for his song. 

“I fixed it.”

Curufinwë stands before him, hands outstretched and in them a little box, ticking away with the steadiness of his own heart beat.

“It was easy, Atar did not even have to show me how. Now you must not be cross with me anymore.”

 Again his feet lost their rhythm, one sinking a little deeper into a puddle of water that had been hidden under the wet sand. Around his foot he could feel the pull of the waves towards the sea, dragging the sand with them and hollowing out the ground he stood upon. He stepped aside instinctively, onto a sharp shell that cut through his skin.

“Careful, Laurë!” Maitimo calls and the white towers of Alqualondë glitter behind him, shining with the colours of the Mother of Pearl fragments inlaid in their walls. 

“Let me see that. Where was that head of yours again?”

He picked up the shell. Its hard, curved form was broken and the white edges ragged, now tinted pink with his blood.

“Káno, look what I found!” A smudge of silver races towards him, so fast, that his light hair whipping behind him in the wind blends into the pale morning light around him. When Tyelkormo opens his small hands they reveal a cone shell and, emerging from it, the scarlet claws of a hermit crab. “Can we please take him home with us?”

He thought his hair might be turning pale too. Grey, like that of the Edain, when their spirits and bodies started to wane after long years of sorrow and grief. His skin seemed grey as well, and sometimes he thought it was because he could see the grey sky through it. Perhaps he was just becoming a part of that greyness around him, fading into a lament on the waves, his song lost under the cry of the gulls and raging of the sea. Another gull flew over his head, so close this time that he could feel the gust of wind from its wings in his hair. 

A shrill scream comes from the other side of the beach, followed by a bought of laughter.

“You sound like the gulls, Moryo!”

A dark haired elfling’s face is turning an impressive shade of red as he scowls at his brother.      

“I do not!” he cries and crosses his thin arms, but when his indignation shows no effect, he quickly ducks down and picks up a handful of wet sand, hurling it towards his still laughing brother. 

“Stop laughing at me, Tyelko!” he insists and the blonde’s face immediately turns grave, as he bends down in an exaggeratedly somber manner to pick up his own lump of sand. 

“If this is how you want to play…” he says, and the scene quickly dissolves into childish screams of laughter.

Little wet droplets were running down Maglor’s cheeks. Ah, he thought, it must be raining.

There was an opening in the high basalt cliffs, nothing more than a crack in the dark structure looming over him, a comfortable shelter for a child perhaps, but not enough to hide a grown adult. He walked past and let his scarred hand trace the stone. It was as rough and blackened as his own scorched skin and its sharp edges seemed detached from under his unfeeling finger. 

The wind blew sharper now and the dark strands of his dirty hair tangled before his eyes, obscuring his sight. He listened instead to the desperate howling of the wind trapped in the small cracks and hollows of unmoving stone.

Two red-haired children cling to him, the vibrant colour of their hair burning with the curb’s fire behind them and their identical faces are flushed with excitement and the only recently abandoned heat of the flames.

“Tell us a story Káno! About why the wind howls so. Does it sing like you do? What does it sing about?”

His hair was whipped away from his eyes again by another violent gust of wind, but the darkness stubbornly remained. Was it night already? There were no stars he could distinguish, not even in the West was his father’s creation visible to the hopeful eye. He clenched his hand and walked on, the howl of the wind lost beneath his own.

He walked until the path before him rose away from the soft sand and up on uneven stone, crumbling away under his feet as he climbed, the small pebbles falling endlessly into the abyss beside him. He would not sleep, only make one step after the other until he would drop from exertion, too exhausted for even dreams to find him, may they be horrible- or worse- good.

He stumbled.

There was a bird at his feet, the white feathers making it visible to him even in the night- no, that was the dawn breaking over the horizon.

One of the creature’s wings was twisted and its neck broken, overstretched into an unnatural position on the ground, his honey coloured beak turned away from its body as if pointing out the way ahead.

Did the storm do this to you? he asked, but the dark eyes gave no answer.

He touches the impossibly soft feathers with a trembling hand and suddenly, for the first time since he has been born into these immortal lands of Aman, he understands that even here nothing lasts forever. He thinks of his grandmother, lying as beautiful and lifeless as this little bird while his father strokes her soft hair. The bird must have a mother too, or little nestlings screaming for it, and if it doesn’t, how lonely it must have been.  Perhaps it is a silly thing to anguish about, but he has a vivid imagination and a soft heart and has never seen death before.

Through his tears he sees his father hurrying from his forge, alarmed by his young son’s despairing wails.

“What is it, Makalaurë? What has happened? Are you hurt?” his father’s face is tight and pale and his hands are running over his child’s small form, trying to find the cause of his hurt, to fix it as he always does. “Please, tell me why you are weeping,” he asks again and spots the lifeless bird in the same moment. His shoulders drop in relief and his features relax into a sad smile as he pulls his sobbing son into a tight embrace. “It is alright ‘Laurë,” he whispers to him. “Everything has its time.”

He turned away from the bird and walked on as the sun rose higher into the clear, blue sky.

His father, who then had been so much younger than he must be by now, and so anxious about any sadness befalling his newly formed family. 

Maitimo had been an easy child in that regard, and really in any other regard as well. Happy and content, with the sure confidence of someone who had grown up with all of his parent’s praise and attention and who, deep down, believed he deserved it. Kind and courteous to everyone and widely loved- and later admired- in return. When he had been quiet, it had been with thoughtful consideration or the comfort that needed no words. Maitimo had never been despairing.

He himself however, befitting the poet he would become, had been much more volatile. His joy had been delightfully loud but his sorrow even louder. How unsettling these first fits of despair must have been for his father, who had always lived under the shadow of his mother’s fate.

His brothers had shed tears too, of course, but they were easily quietened. Tyelko had cried in pain after falling out of a tree and Moryo often in anger. Curvo had sometimes teared up in frustration and the Ambarussa had sobbed in fear the first time they had heard the tale of their father’s mother and discovered that there might be a force in this world that could separate them after all. But Maitimo…

The hard stone under his feet had softened into dry earth and the narrow path was being overtaken by yellow and green patches of grass and finally a thick carpet of heather, the sea of small green leaves parted by spots of rose and purple flowers. A twig snapped underneath his weary feet.

The air is filled with the fragrance of blooming petals as he wanders through the labyrinth of thick green hedges and thorny bushes heavy with blossoms of every colour. Even now, thirsty and irritated as he is, he marvels at the beauty of it all, his parched throat aching to burst into a verse of song in celebration. Yet first he needs to find his brother, as his father had sent him out to do hours ago. But today Maitimo seems to have disappeared from the face of Arda entirely and his grandfather’s rose garden is his last hope. There is a spot there his brother had shown him when he had been but a little boy- his secret hiding place he had called it. 

He ducks under the low branches of a young tree and carefully pushes away some of the dense shrubbery before he stills.

He hears their laughter before he sees them, sitting in the grass, a bottle of what must be grandfather’s good wine lying forgotten next to them.  They are leaning against each other and speaking in hushed, excited tones, and suddenly his brother is throwing his head back and is laughing, laughing until there are tears running down his cheeks and he has to gasp for breath. He is still holding onto Findekáno’s arm as his giggling cousin wipes away his tears of mirth. 

Quietly he turns away and leaves, reporting to their father that Maitimo is nowhere to be found.

 The sun was high in the deep blue sky and the sea glittered faintly beneath it. 

Maglor’s path lead him down again, away from the heather, towards the waves where the smell of salt perpetuated the air he still breathed. He did not hear the gulls anymore and the light breeze that seemed to caress his cheek was too weak to drown out his lament.

When his feet sank into soft sand again, the sun was already setting and suddenly the sky was set aflame in the same shade of red he had loved and hated and grieved more than anything else.

And again he walked on. Was it raining again?

And when Maglor walks the shore alone, his brothers walk with him, and on the wind his father’s voice whispers: “Why are you weeping, Makalaurë?”

[lunetheaveragefan]

‘one day...’

Hey y’all! This chapter was supposed to be posted last Monday but last week was so busy for me and I forgot. So finally, here is chapter 7! Chapter 8 was supposed to be posted next week, but I’m going to continue with my typical two week schedule so I don’t forget again! Hope you enjoy!

A Sander Sides high school AU

Pairing: Prinxiety and some background Logicality

Summary: Virgil is used to being alone. He only has one friend, Logan. But when Logan makes a new friend, things begin to change as two more join their group. Roman, a boisterous theater kid, seems determined to destroy Virgil’s lonely, average life. How much will Virgil’s life change?

Warnings: swearing; brief mention of a panic attack; eating; if you notice anything else, let me know!

Word Count: 2557 words

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CHAPTER SEVEN

Virgil exits the auditorium with Patton and Logan, grinning.

“He did so good!” Patton exclaims. Before either of the others have a chance to respond, Patton continues, “It was like he was a completely different person! Here, let’s go congratulate him!” Virgil and Logan follow Patton down a few crowded hallways, weaving in and out of people talking to other members of the cast. 

“Roman!” Patton yells, waving his arms. Virgil catches sight of Roman, stepping out of a set of heavy doors. Behind him, it’s dark, but Virgil can make out a folding table and the edges of black curtains. Backstage. Then, a group of people walk in front of them, and Virgil loses sight of Roman.

Without hesitation, Patton grabs Logan’s hand and begins to shove people aside, muttering a few cheerful ‘Excuse me’s and ‘Sorry’s. Before Virgil has a chance to get a hold of Logan, they’re lost in the crowd. 

Well, what the heck do I do now? Virgil wonders, chuckling softly. A hand brushes his arm at the same time a voice says, “Hey. Where are the others?”

After seeing who it is, Virgil laughs and answers, “They went to look for you.” Roman slaps his forehead with his palm, uttering a sound that’s half-sigh, half-laugh. He rises up to his toes, straining to look over people’s heads.

“This same goddamn thing happens every year. You would think we’d learn by now.” Roman looks back down at Virgil, and at the very second he does, Virgil sees Patton pop up above the rest of the crowd. Pointing so Roman will see, Virgil waves his other hand to catch Patton’s attention. It works, and Roman grabs Virgil’s hand, causing his heart to skip a beat. 

After a lot of pushing and shoving, the two of them reach Patton and Logan, standing pressed up against the wall next to a chair. So that’s how Patton got so tall all of a sudden. The second Patton sees them, he starts to gush about the performance.

“That was so good, Roman!” Patton exclaims clapping his hands in glee. He bounces on the balls of his feet, a wide smile spread across his face. “We all loved it and we’re so proud of you and it sounded so good and I think Virgil might’ve even been crying—” Virgil blushes when Roman looks at him with a shocked expression—“I’m not sure I couldn’t see through my own tears. But for real it was so good, like, I can’t even believe it was put on by high schoolers—” Logan places a hand on Patton’s shoulder. The action confirms to Virgil that Logan definitely has some sort of crush on Patton; Logan never really touches anyone in any way, with the occasional exception of Virgil. 

“Sorry,” Patton says, grinning sheepishly. Roman chuckles and looks at Patton, appreciation covering his face.

“It’s okay. I’m glad you came. All of you.” Roman’s smile at him, although no more than a few seconds, makes butterflies erupt in Virgil’s stomach. He smiles back hesitantly, an intense debate going on in his head.

C’mon, tell him how much you liked it! one side says. 

No! He won’t think it’s sincere. He’ll just figure you’re copying Patton, the other says back. 

Maybe he will take it seriously! Maybe then you’ll have a better chance with him!

Better chance? You don’t actually like him, do you?

Of course he does! The butterflies, dreams, that’s the only logical conclusion!

Shut up, Virgil interrupts. I’ll tell him good job, but as a friend. Because I don’t like him. He’s still Roman Princeford. Have you all forgotten what happened freshman year? That ends the argument in its tracks. He gathers his courage, a rolling knot of apprehension twisting in his stomach.

“Yeah, it was really good, Roman,” Virgil compliments. “Although, Patton, you didn’t need to freaking snitch on me and how I was crying.” Patton shrugs, like ‘What can you do?’ Virgil chuckles, shaking his head. 

“Wait, you were actually crying?” Roman asks. When Virgil turns back to look at Roman, he bursts out laughing at his face. It’s filled with complete and utter shock, eyes wide, mouth in a small, disbelieving ‘o’ shape. It seems so much like a face a cartoon character would make that Virgil can’t control his laughter. “What?”

“Your—Your face—” Virgil manages between wheezes. Roman punches Virgil in the arm.

“Stop. That’s not nice.” His words sound angry, but he’s smiling and his tone — and punch — are light. 

“Sorry, sorry,” Virgil says, taking deep breaths to hold the laughter in. “It was just so comically shocked. But yes. I did actually cry. And don’t seem so surprised this time.” 

“Honestly, your laugh was more surprising. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that. It’s a nice sound,” Roman admits, his face filled with something that seems awfully close to adoration. But then he blinks, and his smile is just an ordinary, million-dollar, Roman Princeford smile. It wouldn’t matter if he said it with contempt, because the compliment would’ve still sent a flood of warmth through Virgil. His heart is racing, but this time, not out of panic. 

Tearing his eyes away from Roman and trying to inconspicuously grit his teeth, which is no easy feat, Virgil thinks, What is going on? It’s just a compliment. It’s not like you have a crush on him or anything. 

“Anyway,” Roman starts, addressing the whole group, “I better go find my parents so they can fawn over me like I’m next Lin-Manuel Miranda or Leslie Odom Jr.” Upon seeing everyone’s blank looks, his eyes widen and he says, “Hamilton stars? Only some of the best singers to ever step foot on Broadway? Voices like goddamn angels who can, for some reason, also rap?” When everyone shakes their head, he sighs. “I swear, you guys must be living under a rock. But anyway, Imma head out. We’ll meet by door 10 at, say, 9:00, for the sleepover?” 

Patton and Logan nod their heads and immediately start talking to each other, Patton’s hands moving animatedly.

“Sleepover?” Virgil asks. 

“Yeah, Patton and I have a tradition where after every show or any big event with one of our activities, we have a sleepover. Even if it went terribly. He didn’t tell you?” Virgil shakes his head. Roman smiles and continues, “Well, you won’t want to miss it. Door 10 at 9, got it?” Once Virgil gives him confirmation, Roman turns and disappears into the crowd.

Virgil stares after him, a strange feeling welling up inside him. And this time, when the possibility of a crush comes up in his thoughts, he doesn’t dismiss it immediately. 

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Virgil sits against Roman’s wall, an excessive amount of pillows behind his back, wrapped in a blanket like a burrito, a comparison that Patton has already, unfortunately, made.

“I still cannot comprehend how you possibly require this immense amount of pillows,” Logan persists. He can’t stop marveling over how many pillows Roman has on his bed. It’s about the 4th time he’s mentioned it.

“Logan, dude, just let it go,” Virgil chuckles, throwing the stuffed bear next to him. It hits Logan, who’s sitting on the floor, square in the side of his head. He opens his mouth to protest, but Roman interrupts him.

“Hey, don’t throw King Snuffles. He doesn’t deserve this abuse.” Roman leans over to pick the bear off the floor. Cradling it in his arms, he glares at Virgil. 

“You named your bear King Snuffles?” Virgil questions, not all that surprised. Roman gasps and fakes being offended.

“Yes,” he replies, his voice scandalized. “And what the hell of it?” Virgil puts his hands up in surrender.

“Woah. Nothing, I guess, if you’re going to get so defensive about it.” He pulls the blanket, which fell down when he put up his hands, back around him. There’s too much on his head, so it falls in front of his face. Before he can reach up to push it up, a hand does it for him. Roman smiles at him, patting his head after setting the blanket there. Virgil rolls his eyes.

He hopes the yellow-orange LED lights and the shadows from the blanket hide the blush creeping across his cheeks. 

“I’m hungry so I’m gonna head and get snacks,” Roman announces, turning and sling his legs over the edge of the bed to stand. Patton bolts to his feet. 

“No, no, I’ll do it,” he says, clearly up to something. “And Logan will come with me.” 

“Well, actually—” Logan begins. Patton elbows him, and he changes course. “I guess I’m going with.” On their way out, Patton gives Roman an exaggerated wink. Roman, in lieu of a response, gives him an exasperated, I’m-so-done kind of look. Virgil can’t say for sure, but when Roman looks back at him, he thinks Roman’s blushing.

“So…” Roman starts, biting his lip and fidgeting with his fingers. Virgil’s never seen him look this unsure. He’s used to a confident, brash, slightly egotistical Roman. To his surprise, he almost prefers this side of Roman. 

Virgil must lose his mind for a little, because he’s definitely not acting like himself when he suggests, “Pillow fight?” and right after, grabs a pillow and flings it at Roman, whacking him in the face. 

A borderline-evil smile appears on Romans face as he says, “Oh, you’re on.” Virgil’s senses pick that exact moment to come back, but he can’t take it back now. So he does the only thing he can do: slings the pillow again. Chaos erupts, and a Virgil verse Roman pillow fight begins. 

As he throws and gets hit by pillows, Virgil laughs and yells, heart pounding, breathing in quick bursts, but this feels better than panic attacks. Happiness. It’s something Virgil doesn’t feel a whole lot since he spends most of his life stuck in a state of anxiety. It’s nice to be happy again.

He’s so lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t notice the pillow coming towards him until it slaps him in the face. Virgil falls backwards, head landing, conveniently, on a pillow. He sits up and hits Roman with it, and they’re at it again. 

When Roman starts to fall off the bed, Virgil starts to laugh. But then he realizes that somehow, they’d gotten tangled in a blanket, and if Roman is going down, Virgil will too. Shrieking in surprise, Virgil instinctively closes his eyes as he’s yanked off the bed. A pillow hits the back of his head once he’s landed. He laughs and opens his eyes to see Roman directly under him. There’s no doubt about it now; Roman is definitely blushing. For that matter, so is Virgil. 

There’s also no way Virgil can deny his crush anymore. But that doesn’t mean he has to deal with it, right? ...Right...

Desperate to put an end to the awkwardness, Virgil stands and offers his hand to Roman. He takes it and pulls himself to his feet. They make eye contact for a second before Virgil looks down at his hands. I wonder what would’ve happened if I’d kissed him. 

Nope, nope, nope. Not gonna think about that. Don’t have to deal with that, remember?

“I, uh, wonder what’s taking Patton and Logan so long with the snacks,” Roman finally says, breaking the tense silence. Virgil wants to sigh in relief. 

Instead, he simply responds, “I’m not sure. Let’s go see.” They walk to the landing of the stairs. Strangely, there isn’t any sound coming from the kitchen. After walking down the first few steps, Virgil can see into the room. What he sees should come as a surprise, but it really doesn’t.

Apparently, trying to set up Roman and Virgil wasn’t the only reason why Patton wanted Logan to come with. Logan is pressed up against the counter, hand wrapped around Patton’s waist as they kiss. Patton’s palms hold Logan’s face, tilting it down to account for the inches Logan has on him. 

Roman, standing right behind Virgil, mutters, “Okay. Okay then.” Virgil starts to laugh but forces himself to stop so Logan or Patton don’t hear. Carefully, they creep back to the bedroom, letting them have their moment.

“So how long do you think that’s been going on for?” Roman asks once they’re back sitting on his bed, Virgil back to being wrapped up in his blanket cocoon again.

“Honestly, I have no idea,” Virgil admits. “I kinda figured Logan had a crush on Patton, but I didn’t think they would actually get together, at least not this soon.”

“Yeah ever since their chemistry project, Patton's been crushing on Logan hard. He doesn’t shut up about it. Apparently,” Roman says, leaning in conspiratorially, “they’ve been talking a lot. Patton’s been so tired lately cuz they’re up til, like, 1 AM, video chatting.”  

“That is news to me.” Virgil pauses, staring at the door. The two of them sit in silence for a while — comfortable silence — just waiting for Patton and Logan to reappear with the snacks they were supposed to be bringing. After about 10 more minutes, Virgil turns to Roman and asks, “Do you think I should call them up? They’ve been down there for an awful long time.”

“Yeah. The last thing I want is for them to have sex on my kitchen counter.” Virgil winces at the image that appears in his head at the words.

After Roman yells down to Logan and Patton, Virgil says, “Oh, god. Please never say anything like that again. I do not need that image in my head.” Roman laughs. 

“An image of what?” Patton asks, walking in the room with Logan not far behind. Thankfully, they had the decency to pretend like they weren’t just making out. But Patton didn’t have so much decency to pretend like he hadn’t been eavesdropping on their conversation. They drop a few Halloween-size, assorted candy bulk bags and two big bowls of popcorn on the bed. 

“Nothing,” Virgil answers, grabbing a handful of popcorn and shoving it in his mouth. “Ooh, Sour Patch Kids.” He grabs four individual bags of them and drops them in his lap. 

“Jeez, hungry much?” Roman teases. Virgil flips him off and takes another handful of popcorn. Roman tries to sneakily grab a handful of mini bars from the bag of chocolate-based candy, but Virgil notices.

“Jeez, hypocritical much?” he quips, smirking. 

“Oh, fuck off,” Roman responds, sticking his tongue out like a little kid. Virgil sticks his out right back. Patton, who, unsurprisingly, hates swearing, quickly attempts to change the subject.

“Hey, I have an idea! Let’s play Two Truths, One Lie! Then we can get to know each other better!” he suggests. The rest of them agree, and Patton goes first. They take turns, occasionally sharing stories and facts about themselves. And when they get bored of Two Truths, One Lie, they switch to Truth or Dare, and Virgil has to eat a spoonful of mayo.

Patton’s the first to fall asleep. Not long after, around 2 AM, Roman and Logan follow. Virgil sits wrapped in his blanket cocoon in the darkened bedroom. He stares out the window at the dim stars, thinking about how lucky he is. He has three great friends who he can make memories and laugh with.

He turns to look at Roman, asleep on the bed beside him. 

“Thank you,” he whispers, “for surprising me.”

[flooffybits]

R.o.S.E Blue

Idol: Kim Minji (Dreamcatcher)

Request: Yes

Anon: i saw this idea from an anon from another blog but couldnt find the exact post thingy… dc rose blue mv but jiu’s gf comes with her to save the girls and she has the same gun jiu has. instead of there being 5 bullets, there are six (since the reader is also there) and at the end after jiu shoots gahyeon, she was gonna shoot the reader with the last bullet but the reader actually switched their weapons (now jiu has no bullets) so reader shoots jiu and sacrifices herself

Author’s note: this is really sad and it hurts more because minji really cried when they did gahyeon’s scene

“Ji, are you sure this is where they are?” You couldn’t help but ask your girlfriend when you walked through the empty city streets. Your girlfriend looked around and nodded her head, turning before you both notice the run down school just up ahead. “If my gut is right, they have to be here. And there aren’t that many places to look since most of the buildings have collapsed.” She replied while taking your hand, making sure that you didn’t stray too far away from her.

As soon as she saw the gun by her feet when she came to, she knew that finding the girls would be a priority. But when she stumbled into you after you had just come out of another building, she felt a bit more relieved in knowing that you weren’t gone.

Heading inside, there was a sound that caught your attention and you both looked to each other before nodding and heading into one of the closed classrooms. When you opened the door, you immediately caught sight of Yoohyeon sitting in the middle of the room.

As her eyes landed on you two, they narrowed when she saw the gun in both of your hands. Her brow raised when she looked at your girlfriend, a frown on her lips as she leaned back. “You’re really doing this?” Her voice was flat, almost looking betrayed while your girlfriend gripped the gun tight in her hands before leveling it so that it was pointed to her friend’s head.

You stood behind her, frowning and soon watching the number on her gun change when she pulled the trigger and Yoohyeon’s body burst into a hundred purple butterflies before leaving the building. “That’s one.” She muttered as you both exited the school.

“Four to go.”

..

Reaching Yubin’s area, you were slightly confused to see the dark and empty halls. You knew Yubin as a quiet person, but you didn’t think that she would be stuck in a place so dark like this.

Your girlfriend tugged at your arm and then nodded to the open door up ahead, the only area with light pouring out of it and you both walked towards it, only to see a room filled with gold and a variety of treasures inside. And among those treasures, the younger girl could be seen perched upon the pile of gold coins.

“That was quick.” Her voice didn’t sound angry. In fact, it was like she was expecting you to come. Unlike Yoohyeon, she didn’t seem fazed as Minji lifted her gun and pointed it at her. “We’re not here to play games, Dami.” She tells her in an even tone and the younger girl nods. “I’m aware.”

Yubin glances at you and then back to your girlfriend before nodding her head. Minji takes that as a signal before she pulls the trigger and Yubin ends up just like Yoohyeon, leaving the room empty and the lights slowly fade away, leaving the two of you alone in the cold room.

The silence deafens you, but the sudden sound of Minji’s voice causes you to flinch. “They’ll be okay.” And you don’t know whether she was trying to tell you  or herself that fact by the way her voice shakes, but you stick by her and squeeze her in comfort before pressing a kiss to her temple. “They will, don’t worry.”

..

It felt like every time she used the gun, more of her own energy was fading along with her friends. By the time you enter the empty lot where Siyeon was kept in, you frowned when you saw the look of defeat all over her being.

She wasn’t being held down, but you knew deep down that there was something that forbade her from leaving this place. That was why you and Minji were here.

When she heard your footsteps, Siyeon took a short glance over her shoulder before she’s turning her eyes back to the televisions that were stacked over each other, nothing but static on the screens.

Unlike the first two, she doesn’t speak, and Minji struggles when she points the gun to her. Siyeon was dismissive and uncaring while she held the stuffed cat against herself and it shook your girlfriend inside how her friend couldn’t even look her in the eyes or tell her just what she was feeling.

Siyeon was always such a bright and happy soul, so to see her stripped of all that color made your heart clench at the sight as Minji let her shoulders slump before finally doing what she had to.

When you see the hardened look on your girlfriend’s face, you understand that this was taking a toll on her. She was forced in a position that she didn’t want to be in, but being the eldest among them, she knew what she had to do, even when it was hurting her.

So when you headed to the next location, the basement where you could hear the sound of chains rattling, you did your best to make your girlfriend feel better. Even though it wasn’t that far away, you tried to talk to her about the things you would do before this all happened and she cracked a smile when you were recounting the times that she had to scold you for playing tricks on her with her friends.

“I love you.”

She said, out of the blue and catching you off guard. Your eyes landed on her and she smiled while cupping your cheek and you returned the gesture before she’s placing a tender kiss to your forehead.

At least she managed a smile, just before you reached the area where you soon found Bora. When you saw the girl, your eyes went wide to see her chained up and her angry glare fell on the two of you as you approached, her scowl deepening when she stared at you.

“Of course, fearless Jiu comes to finish me off. Did you do the same to the others?” She snapped while fighting against her bonds, but they were too strong and too many for her to do so. She was bound there unless you did something about it.

“You know that this isn’t easy.” Minji said softly while the other scoffed before nodding to the gun in your girlfriend’s hand. “Shoot everyone and survive, right?” She snarled while giving another yank to the chains and you had to step forward just to stop her from possibly hurting herself, but the purple haired woman raised a hand to stop you.

Minji shot you a look and you eventually backed down as she pointed her gun to your friend. “I hope you understand why we had to do this.” She murmured softly and Bora grit her teeth, yelling as Minji finally shot her.

When you leave, it’s quiet. You walk beside your girlfriend with your head down due to the grave expression that she has after the encounter with her friend. Her anger saddened you, but she wasn’t able to understand just how severe the whole situation was.

In her anger, she spat things at Minji, knowing full well that it wasn’t really her fault. But in the mix of her emotions, she wasn’t able to think properly and threw her anger out on your girlfriend.

“Y/n, it’s okay. I’m fine.” Looking up, you could only see the back of your girlfriend’s head as you both walked. There was nothing you could do but to just finish what you started.

But you knew that the end of it all was the most difficult one. Gahyeon was the youngest and Minji treated her so much like a little sister, so you could only imagine how much this was going to be a problem for her. She was already torn with how her friends looked at her, anger and betrayal, you didn’t think you wanted to see how Gahyeon would react to Minji having to shoot her.

..

Seeing Gahyeon knocked the wind out of you because of how calm she appeared and even cracked a smile when she saw your faces. It was a complete contrast to all the other girls and you saw how Minji tensed just by seeing her.

“Unnie, where have you been?” The younger girl asked softly and Minji was willing herself not to cry when Gahyeon reached out to you both. Something in her expression shifted and you know that she’s aware of why you’re here.

But she still smiles, almost assuring the two of you when Minji shows her the gun. You can see in her eyes that she’s scared, but at the same time, she’s smiling at the two of you to lift whatever guilt was swimming inside your hearts as she whispers. “It’s okay.”

Minji’s hand shakes as she stares deeply into Gahyeon’s eyes. You could feel tears forming in your own eyes as you shut them tight to look away while Minji finally shot her, a tear running down her cheek as she lowered her arm, the gun dropping to her feet and you quickly pull her into your arms.

Her shoulders shake while you hold her tight, kissing her temple while reassuring her that she was done and that it was okay. “They’ll be okay, you don’t have to worry anymore.” You told her as she sobs against your chest while you try to soothe her.

Sitting on the hard ground, you keep her close to your heart until she eventually calms down and you kiss her head while caressing her cheek and wiping her tears away.

Reluctantly, Minji pulls away to look at you and her tears refuse to stop when she stares into your eyes and you keep trying to wipe them away. She reaches for the gun and shakes her head and you know right away what her intentions are.

“Ji… you don’t have to do this.” You whisper and she bites her lip. “I can’t let you stay stuck here.” She replies while holding the end of the gun to your chest, but you keep a firm hold on her until she pulls the trigger.

When nothing happens, she looks down to see the big zero staring back at her and she doesn’t understand what was going on. She should have had one more.

“I’m sorry.”

Her head snapped up to look at you and then she realizes what you’ve done. Her heart drops to her stomach while you point the gun in her direction. “The girls need you, Ji.” You murmur and she shakes her head frantically. “Y/n, no. It can’t be you.” She argues.

But you give her one last smile before taking in a deep breath. “It shouldn’t be you.”

Before she could stop you, you already pulled the trigger and everything goes black.

In the next few moments, each of the girls find themselves in an unfamiliar room. All six of them open their eyes and look around with wonder of finally being free from their prison, but when they see the large glowing crystal in front of them, a gasp tore through their lips while Minji quickly rose to her feet.

A fresh batch of tears came flowing from her eyes as she ran to the crystal, her fists pounding against the hard surface while she cried your name, pleading for you to wake up.

But as all of them gathered, they knew that there was no saving you.

In order to ensure their safety, you had to exchange your own life.

Your girlfriend struggled with having to see her friends go, but she didn’t think that she would be forced to see you torn away from her and she was left with nothing to do but bear the weight of your sacrifice.

[galaxofmuses]

Drabble: All Dreams Must End

The town of Tempo has been bustling with trick or treaters for awhile, but unfortunately the joy has to stop. A hand....a gloved hand bursts out of the ground to where the lamppost used to be as the poor families and kids screaming for their lives at first. But when Freddy comes out of his uncomfortable grave and looking at the terrified townspeople with a grin. But well....The families stopped screaming and then starts to laugh and thinking this is a Halloween joke. Some kids and parents even brought their phones out to record at the well known Dream demon. 

“You all think this is a prank? well I’ll show you a good one!” He was about to slash one of the kids who was streaming and commenting about the killer. Then he stops to feel a presence. 

A familiar face. 

Looking up to see the man in a mask and with a rusty looking knife. Oh Freddy can absolutely hear the music picking up in his ears.  ‘Ch-Ch-Ch-Ha-Ha-Ha.’

“Well Well....look who’s dropped by into town? Mama’s boy.” 

Jason and well...even Freddy we’re not paying attention about the crowd building up and the phones recording and clicking. The roars of whispers and cheers from the kids. “Fuck em up Freddy!” “Nu Uh! Jason is gonna win!” The next thing these two gigantic well known slashers knows best....They started to brawl and the crowd goes wild. The minutes passed by into hours from this epic rematch, but the one thing they didn’t know is that the cracks of the concrete street is...cracking? Well it was too late now since, the cracks tears the ground apart and the townsfolk and kids runs away and only sees the two killers getting swallowed into the ground and then the hole and cracks disappeared as if nothing happened.

Meanwhile in the depths of Hell the two are still butting heads of who is to blame and then froze at another legend. 

“What has seem to be the problem this time?” Pinhead rubbing the side of his temples from the two who we're fighting like children.

Freddy responded in his usual manner. “You Interrupt my revenge from this fucker who stole my kills and my plans to take over that shitty town I swear if I had to hea-!”

The cenobite did not hesitate to shut the Dream Demon’s mouth with hooks. “You.....You shall suffer for escaping your prison.” Looking at Jason with a nod of approval as he drags Fred away by the chains. Jason felt a warm response of approval from his Mother and quietly just follows behind to make sure that Freddy would not escape. 

Happy Halloween

[devildom-dedicated-daydreams]

Found You (Reincarnation!AU Yandere!Diavolo x Reader) Chapter 1

Hi guys! Update: I’m still alive and kicking, and so are my friends and family, thank goodness. I’m sorry for the infrequent updates. 

Anyway, there are not enough Diavolo x MC fics out there but uh, I’m here to change that. I may be on the minority with this but I really like composed, down-to-earth (older) men so Diavolo really appealed to me. Technically, all of the Obey Me boys are older than me but Diavolo is the only one who actually acts like a (more or less) mature gentleman. He has that “been there, done that” vibe, you know? And he remains chill, which is a big turn on for me.

Okay, that’s enough about my type of guy, moving on to the story, this multi-chaptered fic was loosely inspired by retreat house horror stories in the Philippines. If you are not familiar with them basically retreat houses, especially in Baguio, are often prone to getting haunted by demons, ghosts, or dwende (malicious goblins). I’m a scaredy cat, but I love a good horror story. I also like rescue romances, sue me. 

Enjoy!

***

You've been wandering around the woods for what felt like hours. No matter how many times you told yourself to calm down, you couldn't help but worry. Your phone had died way too early from all the otome games you played during the entire trip to this place and every tree looked too similar to retrace your steps back to the path. Perhaps this was punishment for ignoring the buddy system. 

"Crap," you uttered, seeing the sky turn a clear blue, the kind of soft blue right after sunset. You tried to pull yourself together but it seemed that every time you closed your eyes to take a deep breath, the forest got a whole shade darker. You felt your knees shake beneath you. 

With clenched fists you repeated in your mind: "Nothing can hurt you, nothing can hurt you, nothing can hurt you."

Something rustled--you didn’t know what it was, your entire body burst into a sprint before you could even wonder. You had no idea where you were going, but eventually the adrenaline spike wore off and you collapsed on a random tree. You heaved shallow breaths, begging your hammering heart to stop before you die of cardiac arrest. 

You leaned against the trunk and looked up. Through the dense foliage and fat branches you could make out tiny bright dots in the sky.

It was officially night time. Lovely. 

You pulled your knees to your chest. Everybody was probably worried sick right now, hopefully they would find you tomorrow. Slicked with sweat and out of breath, you passed out cradled between the thick Balete roots,[1] hoping to wake up on a gurney in the clinic.

Tough luck. 

Forced into awakening, you blinked once, twice, thinking that it must have been sunrise. However, it didn't take long to realize that the orange glow that you believe to be the break of dawn was actually a fire. It was huge bonfire that was too bright and too close. Finally snapping into alertness, you discovered your hands and feet bond to an upright pole in the middle of the fire, in the middle of a crudely painted pentagram. Whispering incoherent nonsense around you were figures cloaked in black hoods. 

This was officially the worst class retreat in history. 

You opened your mouth to scream, to beg, but their chanting grew louder and they took off their hoods to reveal ordinary-looking citizens with malicious glares. Tears and snot and sweat mixed as you struggled against your restraints, but the more you moved, the tighter the chains wrapped around your skin.

You threw back your head as the flames licked closer. to your feet. Tears stung your eyes but you fought to look at the sky. It was a full moon tonight, the biggest you've ever seen your entire life, and if this was the end, you wanted to carve that sight in your memory. 

You bit down on your lip, refusing to yell and acknowledge the burning by your toes. The heat reached a point of unbearable but before a whimper could escape your lips, however, something in the air shifted and you bent your neck back down. Like magic, the heat had vanished from your feet but you could still see the bright amber flames as they engulfed a big, strong figure in front of you. It towered over you like a bear, its broad back boasted two pairs of black wings that could break through storms. Slowly, the creature reared its head towards you. Your heart that had been beating a thousand miles per second suddenly slowed, almost to a stop. Gold eyes fell over yours, but instead of yelling for mercy or out of fear, you found yourself sighing. Those inhuman eyes reached out to something inside you and lulled you into a sense of security. 

A gentle palm cradled your cheek, a calloused thumb ran down your lips and like a song whose lyrics you couldn't remember but with a tone you knew by heart, a single name left your tongue, "Diavolo ... ?"

The creature gave you a small smile and you felt your consciousness begin to leave you again. The kind hand pulled away, but your sudden fatigue made it impossible to speak. A mass of black, red and gold dashed across your field of vision. Ugly sounds of crunching and cries from men and women echoed in your ears. 

The chains that bound you to the wooden pole were gone, you fell into familiar arms. In an instant, you forgot the pain and fear from the previous events. 

The fingers caressed your face and with what little strength you had left, you held onto the hand tightly. 

"Don't leave me," you breathed into the palm. "Please ... "

However, your savior said nothing and soon you fell back into sleep. 

When you woke again, you were in a cold, hard gurney. The clinic physician called for your adviser, and then the room was crowded with your professor and blockmates.

"Where have you been?"

"We were worried sick!"

"I told you to ask me if you wanted to walk around!"

You grinned weakly, unable to defend against their justifiable anger. You could only mutter a few words in between the questions and scolding: "How did you find me? I was walking for an entire night and couldn't find my way back to the retreat house."

Everybody shared confused looks before one of your friends explained that you were found only a few meters away from the main path.

"It's weird," she commented. "There was some heavy rain last night. It was only for a few minutes but you would've definitely been soaked." It was odd that they found you lying on the grass, mostly unharmed and completely dry. 

"What happened?" She asked. 

"I was hoping you could tell me," you replied. You remembered getting lost and wandering aimlessly in the woods, but that was it. You had no idea when or where you fell asleep or how you remained untouched by the rain. 

"Anyway, we're having breakfast in ten minutes, want us to bring you something?"

You shook your head. "I can go, let me just take a shower." 

After the physician cleared you of any injuries, you went to the communal showers. The others were already lining up for breakfast so you had the place all to yourself. As you stripped, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, and when you washed  the feeling only grew stronger. You finished up and quickly stepped out of the shower. You quickly moved to put on your underwear, but then you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You rubbed your eyes, thinking that it was just a hallucination or something, but no. You stepped closer and saw that it was real. 

A black symbol was etched across your skin, right above your heart was a tiny pentagram.

to be continued ...

[1] For a visual of the tree, look here.

[lovemalecforever]

Chapter 10

Emotions speak louder than words

Alec looked at her with slight relief and nodded. "Then let's head to New York tomorrow morning itself!"

"If that has to be done then I think Madzie can stay with him for the time being, in that way Magnus won't be alone."

"That sounds like a great idea, but... there's still a problem."

Catarina raised her brow. "What is it?"

"What am I going to tell Magnus about leaving for New York? I can't just say that I have to leave without giving him any reasonable explanation. And you're leaving with me too, he'll get suspicious and will ask a hell lot of questions!"

"We need to come up with something, but honestly I don't even know."

Rubbing his temples, he started pacing around when something struck him. He took out his phone and sent a quick text to his all-time lifesaver.

• Emergency needed, call ASAP!

-Alec. •

Catarina was looking at him intently, reviewing his actions, she got a glimpse of his text and got curious.

"Emergency needed! Really? And who did you text that to? Who else knows?"

Before Alec could answer, his phone started buzzing. He quickly picked it up and put it on speaker, but before he could say anything the other side's voice came quickly with a fierce and strong tone.

"Alec! Look, if this is one of your stupid kinds of emergencies, I swear, I'll portal myself to Alicante and kick your sweet little ass!"

Alec was mortified and his face was flushed with embarrassment. He looked at Catarina who was trying not to laugh.

"Are you done, Izzy!?"

Izzy sighed, then continued. "What is it, big brother?"

"First off, you're on speaker, Catarina is with me so 'thank you' for your sweet talk and second, we've found the complete spell!"

"By the angel! You did!" Izzy squealed. "But... this was your emergency, Alec?"

"Not exactly, for this ritual, I have to come to New York for a few days and Catarina is coming too, I'll explain everything when I'll be there. But the thing is, I don't know what to tell Magnus. Madzie is going to stay with him, but I can't just tell him I'm leaving without any reason, so, word of advice?"

"And to be honest, even though I'm not able to come up with something, knowing Magnus he's not gonna get convinced easily," Catarina added and looked at Alec.

"Oh! Hi Cat! Thank you for helping my brother, it's good to know that he has your support as well. And I agree with that. It's Magnus we're talking about."

"Izzy, not helping!" Alec said impatiently.

"Calm down big brother! Hold on a second..."

There was silence for some time on either side and Alec was growing impatient.

"Izzy, are you there?" But there was no reply.

"Izzy!?"

"Patience Alec!" Came the reply.

Alec sighed and looked at Catarina, she was getting worried too. After a few more minutes, Izzy finally spoke.

"Okay, so Alec, are you going to be busy with your ritual 24X7, or you'll have free time as well?"

"Honestly, it will take just a day, but I'll be needing everyone's permission first, I have to talk to everyone then only I'll proceed with it."

"Perfect! I think I have a solution to your problem!"

Alec and Catarina exchanged a look and heard her plan with curiosity.

_________________________

it was past 5:30 when Alec reached back home. As he entered, a strong smell engulfed his nostrils. Walking in further, he noticed Magnus's sleeping figure on the couch and sighed. The smell was strong and flavorful, so he was certain that something was cooking in the kitchen.

He walked towards their kitchen and saw that various kinds of herbs were spread on the kitchen slab, a pot was kept on the stove which was the source of the smell, and the stove was still on. He turned it off then walked back into the living room where his warlock was still sound asleep.

Kneeling down, he first caressed his cheek then left a soft peck on his forehead. As he was about to stand up, Magnus spoke in a hoarse voice.

"huhh... Alexander?"

"Hey there sleepyhead." He leaned down and pecked him on the lips.

"Hey. When did you come?" Magnus got up and sat on the couch.

"Just now."

"Oh, I didn't hea- oh no!" He panicked and was about to get up when Alec held him and made him sit down.

"Mags, if that was about the dinner you're preparing, I turned off the stove so don't worry, your dinner is safe. You can rest more if you want."

"No, I'm good, and thank you."

"For what? Turning off the stove?" He asked, confused.

"For finally coming home early, though it's not the early I expected but still, thank you."

"Are you trying to make me feel guilty?"

"Are you feeling guilty?"

Alec rolled his eyes. "Magnus, shut it!"

Magnus laughed a little and pulled Alec towards him making both of them fall on the couch, he then got on top of Alec and locked their lips. They pulled apart when they felt the need to breathe. He then rested his head on his Shadowhunter's chest.

"Magnus, love, not right now. We've got dinner to plan, right?"

"Ugh! Can't I cuddle my husband for a few minutes?"

"Magnus!"

"Ugh! Fine! You go get freshen up while I prepare the dinner."

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*Time Skip- After dinner*

They both had their dinner and were cuddled on the couch watching Magnus' favorite movie. Alec was sitting and had his legs rested on the table while Magnus was laying down, his head rested on Alec's lap with a blanket covering him, Alec's fingers running through his hair and stroking it gently.

Alec was stroking his Warlock's hair, tangling it in his fingers then untangling it, stroking it then repeating the process again and again absentmindedly as his focus was on how to tell him about leaving for New York.

Magnus noticed this and looked up at his shadowhunter. "Is there something bothering you, Alexander?"

"Huh!? What?" Alec looked down at him.

"Is there something bothering you? You're nervous."

"I'm not nervous, Magnus."

"Alexander, I know your nervous tics, you always do that with my hair whenever you're nervous. What is it?"

"No, I don't, Magnus."

"Yes you do, now say it!"

Alec sighed, he knew he couldn't keep ignoring it and burst it on him at the eleventh hour. "I don't want to ruin our moment, but, can you please sit up? I need to talk to you."

This made Magnus worried, and he got up, paused the movie, and sat there facing his husband. "What's wrong?"

"Magnus, I... I need to leave for New York for a few days."

"What? But why so suddenly?"

"I didn't want to bring it up, but the demon attack that happened a month ago resulting in almost a war... " He trailed off and searched his Warlock's eyes for any sign of distress.

Magnus gulped nervously at the mention of that but composed himself and looked at his Shadowhunter. "What about that?"

"You're aware that it wasn't just in Alicante, it was all around the globe, but Alicante was the main target, destroying almost everything. The Clave made new rules and tightened their hold on the working ways of shadowhunters. They are still working on the new rules." He paused for a moment and looked at him in the eyes.

"I'm not getting it, how is it related?"

"There was a similar attack in New York a few days ago, it was taken care of, but the Clave wants to know how did it happen since every measure was taken and even wards were made stronger. So, they want someone from Clave to go there and inquire about it, and since I'm an Ex-Head of the Institute of New York they want me to go. Also, the meeting related to what was supposed to happen in Alicante has now been shifted to New York, so Cat is coming with me too as she's the new High Warlock of New York." He finished and looked at his warlock deep in the eyes.

Magnus looked at him, taking in every word he said, tears forming in the back of his eyes. The visions of that dreadful day coming in front of his eyes, he shut his eyes tightly.

Alec saw the sudden change in features of his warlock, he knew that look really well, and he knew what to do.

"Mags, hey! Look at me, I'm not going on any fieldwork, it's just a meeting. Hey, love, look at me!" He said softly while caressing his cheeks.

Magnus opened his eyes, tears were pooling on the edge of it. Alec's heart broke seeing that look on his warlocks face.

'I'm sorry, Magnus. I bought it up, but it was necessary, I didn't know what to do or say to you so Izzy and I advanced my inquiry visit and the meeting which was supposed to happen after a month as I didn't want to stress you, but I didn't have the option, I'm sorry love, I wish I can tell you that I'm actually leaving to be yours forever. Inquire visits and meetings are just excuses.' Alec thought.

"Mags, hey, I know what's scaring you, but please, don't think about it. I'm going to be at the institute the whole time and do you think any one of them will let me go on any hunts? They'll kick my ass and make me stay at the institute. You know Jace and Izzy, they won't let me. You don't have to worry about it." He cupped his Warlock's cheeks and wiped away the tears trying to escape from his eyes with the help of his thumbs.

"I'm sorry, I just... that day..."

"Mags..." He said softly.

"Do you promise you won't go on any missions? I know that's your job... but... I just ca-"

"Magnus, I promise, I won't. Just stop crying now, I can't see you like this." 'That's not what I'm going for anyways.' he added in his mind.

Magnus gave him a dull smile, still not completely recovered from the flashes of memories he just had. "When are you leaving?"

"I..." He cleared his throat. "Tomorrow morning. And since Cat is coming with me too, we thought Madzie could stay with you for the time being. If you're okay with it?"

Magnus became a little more normal at the mention of his favorite warlocks name. "Are you kidding!? Sweet pea is always welcomed here. And, by the way, when did you meet Cat?"

"Umm... this evening, before coming home. I went to her apartment to tell her about it."

"Oh, that explains it! Alexander, I'm sorry, I got really emotional for no reason. It's just that I'm not able to-"

"Magnus, I know. You don't have to explain. I didn't want to bring it up, but it was necessary. Honestly, if it hadn't been important, I would never agree on leaving. But Mags, you'll be okay for a few days without me?" He said the last part a little teasingly to lighten the mood, and that did work.

"Why wouldn't I be, instead, me and sweet pea are gonna enjoy and party without your grumpy complaints now and then!"

"Excuse me!? I'm not grumpy!"

"Says the king of grumpiness."

"I'm not grumpy, Magnus!"

"Look who's getting grumpy right no-"

Before Magnus could complete the sentence Alec locked their lips and kissed him with every emotion pooling inside him, his one hand stroking his face gently and the other on his waist holding him in place. He pulled apart after some time and looked straight into Magnus' eyes.

"Can we please live in the moment right now and not discuss that further," Alec said breathlessly.

"Couldn't agree more!"

"Wanna lay down again?" He tapped his lap.

"No, I want cuddles!" He got closer to him leaving no distance between them, lifted the Shadowhunter's hand, wrapped it around himself, and rested his head on his chest, covering them both with the blanket and resuming the movie.

Alec tightened his grip around his warlock's shoulders and smiled with relief that Magnus wasn't upset anymore. He kissed him on top of his head and resumed watching the movie.

[darkmastermoon]

When he talks to another girl

Genre: Fluff

Person: Tae

I had just walked in from work when I saw my baby on the couch scrolling down his feed.

" Hey, Babe how was training?"

" Mihm" he groaned as he rotated to face me and smiled.

" It was okay,"

"Rm's clumsy self tripped and made me twist my ankle" He whined with a slight pout on his face

" Dang, babe i'm sorry"

" Want me to give you a massage." I said, setting my stuff down and cuffing his face. He smiled before pulling away.

" Nah its cool Mel gave me one"

"Mell ? "

"Yeah the new intern "

"That girl is pretty resourceful. And her hands babe-" he looked up at me with a bright smile.

" They're like magic. I don't even feel any pain"

"That's- good". I wasn't one to get Jealous especially not over a little help but for some reason hearing the girl's name come out of his mouth ticked me off.

" Yeha anyways how was your day at work ? " he smile up at me

" it was good surprisingly"

" How was it surprising ? " He said, grabbing my hand and guiding around the couch and into his lap.

I snuggled down into his chest befro speaking.

I breath out with a sigh or relief.

It was good I mean i scored this new brand deal. You know the one i told you about last week.

He chuckled his laugh bibratig his chest and up my back,

Yeah i men maybe

Did it have to do with the cand cane game?

What i said shifting to face him

Noo

" Oh well that must have been Mel's deal, Sorry baby"

I sighed before standing up.

Forget it Tae it isnt important.

He quickly grabbed my hand

Wait- babe if it important to you then its important to-

His phone went off with a alert and he quickly released my hand grabbing his phone.

I sighed

"Who is it?"

i said looking at the image of the girl.

" Oh it just - Mel "

" What "

"Hold on " he put his hands up and called the number

" I'll be back in a moment" mouth before walking out the room to talk to her.

I scoffed before grabbing my bags and heading to the bedroom and getting ready for bed. I would rather not argue with him or come off in a rude way. So I just swallowed my feelings.

~ time skip : 2 weeks later ~

After 2 week of constant interruptions and him missing out on a lunch date I finally bursted. HE had gone out drinking and didn't even tell me . The only reason I knew was because of his private snap story. I saw him and the girl from the phone ID mel. Drinking and throwing it back. So I decided I would confront him tonight.

I was sitting at the table waiting for him to stumble into the house. Except when he did he wasn't alone MEL was with him. She had brought him in and laid him on the couch . she knew the layout of our house as if she'd been here before. It wast until she came into the kitchen and turned on the light that she saw me. She instantly dropped the cup of water she had gotten for him . Her eyes were wide before smiling awkwardly at me

" HI im MEl" she said

. I sighed before grabbing the broom and dust pan and handing it to her.

" Clean it up, him as well" . I pointed at his wide eyed smiling face . I was furious . I wanted to break things I wanted to leave but I didn't. Instead I showed and cried it out before heading to bed.

The sound of a groan echoed out the hall it was his tear began to fill up again.

I mean i had to be overreacting RIGHT?

He wouldn't cheat on me .. right?

When i woke up in the morning i had expect to see him sleep on the couch by himself instead the Bit- no the girl was cuddled up under the cover with him on the couch. I scoffed before grabbing so cold water and pouring it on them.

Mel was furious and Tae was shocked.

I smiled

" morning " tae looked at me an then at me and then at how close they were to eachother.

Babe i promise it isnt what it looks like i mean I-

I cut him off with a smile

"

Yeah i know you wouldn't screw a intern on the couch that your parents bought for us"

" Definitely not in the house we bought together" i Smiled.

You definitly wouldnt be cuddling some random girl . i smiled

The girl tried to speak

No you need to get out of my house so that I can talk to my boyfriend.

She spoke stuttering

" i-ii " before grabbing her stuff and leaving.

So what is it about he rthat keeps her in your mouth tae.

Is she a new fascination or..?

He just stared at me as tears began welling up in my eyes.

" I-m sorry bab- "

he stood up trying to hug me

" No don't touch me " i said backing away from him.

"Lets Break up"

"Huh "he said

" Ive been thinking about it and maybe ive been overthinking but if i have to think so much about it i think it soemthing that should be done"

No Y/N I love you

No you love the thought of me

The idea of have a foreign boo to show off to yout friends the idea of having someone who will cater to you

That isnt me not anymore.

He took a step closer, tears in his eyes.

Baby he putted grabbing my hand.

I love you please dont leave me like this i mean your breaking my hea-

You have no right to finish that sentence i scoffed

mE ME Im breaking YOUR HEart do you not see me over here working my butt of for us . so you not see my forgiving incednt after incedent.

I dont wanna be a jelous pearson jealousy only brings hate it your heart and I let it in ....For you.

No listen y/n there is a reason I've been so close to Mel

NO i dont wanna i mean its hurts it hurts so much that i can barely breath i spoke tears spilling out my eyes.

You were all i wanted tae

Everything so i put up with it.

First is was kaely then Juno and now Mel i smiled at him. IM done i shook my head before turning around to start packing my stuff.

" I wanna marry you y/n " he yelled

" Keayl and JUNo were drunken mistakes you know this i was plastered and i coud-"

"You could though but you didn't"

Mel was helping me to set up a nice sceen of your proposal i wanted -

I gulped before turning around.

" I wanted to make it specailal. And fly your family down"

Tears fell out his eyes ans he dug in his pocket for the ring. My eyes grew wide as he open the box and stared at me .

" I love you ive never wanted anything more then you"

"I wanna start a family, i wanna "

he gullped

"i wanna be your everything the way your mine"

He said tears falling down his face. I couldn't help the smile on my face. So i turned away and he hugged me from the back.

I breathe in his sent before grabbing his arm and speaking.