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asraxfile · 7 months ago

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DON'T

sypnosis: an adventurous and a brave gryffindor like you couldn't help to get attracted to a cunning and independent slytherin like Soyeon. genre: suggestive forbidden love typa, hogwarts au pairing: slytherin!Soyeon x gryffindor!fem!reader warnings: cursing, suggestive content(HEAVY make out session, Soyeon touching readers 🍒) word count: 1.1k

A/n: i was inspired by the song DON'T by Ari Abdul especially that one part "Oh you say that you want it so baby come get it" something like that was STONED in my mind. Enjoy reading my potter neverlands ^^

The sun finally set under the horizon as the full moon made its way to light up the sky over Hogwarts. Many students are already going to their rooms early because of the passing night. A young gryffindor like you still stayed in the library to finish some tasks for tomorrow’s astronomy class.

Not many students stayed in the library especially at this hour, but you loved some alone time with your head in the books. Raising your head up you scanned the area and inhaled the fresh new air the autumn wind brought between these castle walls. Without getting distracted you manage to continue your work. Your pen scribbling on the paper and rustling through the book’s pages were the only sounds in the library at the given moment.

After quite some time you were finally finished with your homework. Stretching your arms and back you pick up your stuff and put them in your brown bag. Your Herbology book, Potions Class book and finally, your Astronomy homework. Swinging your bag on your shoulder and fixing your mixed orange and reddish tie you were ready to exit the library, but a dark moving silhouette caught your eyes before you left. Quickly moving in the direction of the movement, your heart skipped a beat.

‘What the fuck was that?’ you thought to yourself as you held out your wand tightly. Looking around there was no sign of any living soul, until a very familiar person came out from between the shelves.

“Why so scared, Y/n?? I thought gryffindors were brave.” Her voice was mockingly seductive, but you were glad that it was her.

"Soyeon," you exhaled out, lowering your wand. "What are you doing here?" Asking her, she stepped closer to you, with a usual smirk tugging at her lips. "Couldn't resist a bit of late-night sneaking out," she said, her tone being lazy and curious. “And maybe I wanted to see you.”

Your heart raced at her words, the feeling of her close presence making you flustered even more. "Here? In the library? It's risky." You started, "That's why it’s so fun," she replied, taking another step towards you. The moonlight streaming through the windows highlighting her sharp features, making her look even more attractive. Her black hair shined with her Slytherin brooch and tie. You glanced around, ensuring no one else was there, before whispering,

"You know what,” you started, your voice filled with desperation and security. You were sure no one was in the library yet and this was the perfect time to make a move. “Fuck it.” cursing out, you pulled Soyeon in a lustful and rough kiss. You couldn’t keep it in anymore, everytime you see Soyeon in the halls and can’t take her hand to walk her to her next class, or to sneak quick kisses in the halls, all of it made you so frustrated—all because of the stereotypical rivalry in between your houses. Gryffindors and Slytherins.

Soyeon reading all your intentions for the night, she let herself in the kiss and grabbed your waist roughly, taking the dominance. She spinned you in a different direction and walked you to a table, not breaking the kiss she also needed and wanted for days. She hated to be limited especially when she couldn’t keep her limit of having some kind of attraction for you. It’s like an invisible thread brought her and you together just like that. You felt the table poke you from behind, right over your hips, as you grabbed the edge of it for support while your other hand held Soyeon’s cheek. Soyeon snaked her hand right behind your neck and slightly pulled your hair. Spreading your legs with her knees she takes a step closer to your crotch.

Leaving out a slight moan at the pull, Soyeon breaks the kiss as she puts a hand on your mouth, making you crave more. “Shh, you don’t want them to catch us, don't you?” She teased, exactly how you wanted, as both of you looked around to scan the area again.

After seeing that the coast was clear, Soyeon leaned onto you, her breath sending chills down your spine as she whispered in your ear. “You drive me insane, you know that?” She asks while rubbing your now exposed thigh from under your skirt. “And you love it.” You said, booping her nose as you pulled her by the waist, your bodies crushing onto each other.

Soyeon’s hand slid higher up your thigh, now sending shivers through your entire body. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” she breathed against your lips. “Then don’t hold back” you whispered, your voice trembling with desperation.

You wrapped your legs around her waist, pulling her even closer. Making Soyeoun let out a low grunt, her lips moving to your neck, kissing and nipping at your sensitive skin. You tilted your body back, your hands giving you support as you leaned on the flat table, making more access for Soyeon to you. The feeling of this forbidden meeting made every touch, every kiss, feel electric and magnetic.

You tugged at her tie, loosening it as you pressed your body against hers. Soyeon’s hand slid up your uniform shirt, her thumb brushing against your lips. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her eyes locking onto yours with a tone that made your knees weak. “All yours" you agreed, capturing her lips in another quick kiss.

Your hands found their way over her neck, feeling the warmth of her skin against your fingertips.The need to be as close to her as possible consumed you both. Soyeon’s lips traveled down your collarbone, her kiss becoming more intense now. You could feel her hand roaming around your warm breasts with purpose, exploring every inch of your torso. Just as things were getting even more heated, a distant sound of doors opening echoed through the library. Both of you froze, listening intently.

Footsteps.

Someone was coming.

“Shit,” you muttered, your heart pounding in your chest. You quickly pulled away, trying to compose yourself.Soyeon’s eyes were filled with frustration. “We need to go,” she said, her voice hushed. “But this isn’t over.” “It never was,” you agreed, straightening your clothes and fixing your hair as quickly as possible.

“Meet me tomorrow night?” She nodded, her expression commanding. “Tomorrow night,” you repeated, her giving you one last, lingering kiss before stepping back into the shadows. Both of you slipping out of the library, going your separate ways, your heart still racing with the thrill of the encounter. As you made your way back to your common room, you couldn’t help but smile, already looking forward to the next time you could steal away with Soyeon. The heated tension and a playful relationship you have with her was all you needed to make your night much more interesting or better said—risky.

#gidle #gidle x reader #hogwarts au gidle #gidle x fem reader #kpop imagines #gidle imagines #soyeon x reader #soyeon x fem!reader #jeon soyeon #gidle hogwarts au #asraxfile

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byghostface · 11 months ago

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Daminika asking game

Questions for Daminika/Flamian Shippers! a Thread ♥️🫀 by @ damiandefenderr on Twitter(X)

1. What’s your favorite panel/moment of them?

Need them to hold hands again please…

-[Robin(2021)#7/#11]-Artist: Gleb Melnikov-

Also this one panel of reunion hugs from the newest issue🫶♥️

-[Batman and Robin(2023)#6]-Artist: Nikola Čižmešija-

2. What was your initial reaction to them getting together?

Tears of joy + stayed up late drawing out of excitement, cuz I've been rooting for them since the Robin(2021) # 7 issue.

3. What song/lyric reminds you of daminika?

♪-We could be together, you could stay forever

We could waste time baby, nothing else matters

Oh, when I look into your eyes

I wanna bury you by my side-♪

-BURY YOU by Ari Abdul

4. How do you think their first date would go?

They catch up with each other 's life while having a meal and doodling on Damian's sketchbook at his favorite Arab restaurant.

5. What’s your headcanon for Nika regarding Damian?

She likes to listen to Damian talking about his original story and ideas, and his plans to present them with different forms of media( art, acting, music ).

Nika thinks Damian's an interesting and straightforward person and likes his pride in himself in the first introduction he has on Lazarus Island. Think he's an honorable and fairly challenging fighter. Plus the mystery ghost(Alfred) that keeps appearing around him intrigues her. After stealing back his manga from XXL and giving it a good read, she wanted to know more and more about him.

6. What’s your headcanon for Damian regarding Nika?

He likes to text Nika from time to time, and when he doesn't know what to say he sends pictures of his pets to her, Nika sends back pictures of her own pets(cat, insects, reptiles) and the activity she is doing or the sunset view that is outside of her room window.

Damian is angry with Nika at first but realizes that he can only blame himself for being impatient to learn the Death Tournament's rules, thus letting her get the upper hand. Damian thinks Nika is a quick wit, bold and resilient person. He admired her fighting skills from afar and was secretly pleased that she kept seeking him to talk and be friendly with him, and still kept a respectful personal space for him.

7. If you could publish a daminika mini, what would it be about?

daminika sketchbook tour (about their daily life inspirations, choice of art styles, their views on people who are around them), and they have doodles/comments cameo on each other's pages occasionally.

8. What do you think Bruce & Taila's reaction would be to Damian & Nika being official?

Bruce is wary about Nika but can’t say much to Damian because of his own dating/lovers history, later on, realizes what Damian has seen in her.

Talia tells Damian a few times how she is unimpressed by Nika, but Damian doesn’t hear a word from her after he introduces Nika to her in person.

9. What’s a trope that you think fits daminika?

Sent to kill each other (secret mission) but fell in love unintentionally when they met and learned more about one another.

10. How do you think their relationship would be like?

It’s both their first ever relationships, so they are cautious and consider each other’s feelings a lot. Damian is serious about it and mentally initiated. Nika is much more relaxed and physically initiated.

1．2 (dates and activities)．3 (taking care of each other, sleep habits, gifts) ．pet names．art styles．asking game

#daminika #flatline #nika #damian wayne #flamian #gravebird #graverobin #nika dc #flatline dc #daminika hcs #bruce wayne #talia al ghul #dc comics #damian x nika #damian x flatline

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cynic-spirit · 5 months ago

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Top of the world

warnings : fluff, maybe a little stalking I am not sure, again very long, i dont know how to create chapters.

ari levinson x yn

At Jessica's bridal shower party, the club was filled with laughter, chatter, and the pulsating rhythm of music. Y/N sat with her friends, trying to remain inconspicuous as they urged her to sing.

"Come on, Y/N! Sing for us!" Jessica pleaded, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Y/N hesitated, feeling the weight of their expectations. Singing had always been something she kept to herself, a private joy. But as her friends continued to cheer her on, their enthusiasm infectious, she found herself unable to refuse.

With a deep breath, she rose from her seat and made her way to the small stage. The room quieted, all eyes on her as she took the microphone in hand. The spotlight bathed her in a soft glow, and for a moment, she closed her eyes, letting the familiar melody of "Top of the World" by The Carpenters fill her mind.

As the first notes played, Y/N began to sing. Her voice was like liquid gold, rich and warm, wrapping around the lyrics with effortless grace. Each note was pure and clear, resonating through the room and captivating everyone present. The emotion in her voice was palpable, a blend of joy and nostalgia that brought the lyrics to life in a way that felt both intimate and universal.

People swayed to the music, caught up in the beauty of her performance. The softness in her voice carried a sweetness that perfectly matched the hopeful, uplifting tone of the song. Her expression was serene, eyes closed as she lost herself in the music, and for those few minutes, the world seemed to pause, entranced by the magic of her voice.

When the final note lingered in the air, the room erupted into applause. Y/N opened her eyes, a shy smile spreading across her face as she stepped back from the microphone.

"That's the only wedding gift you’ll get," she said with a playful smile, her gaze meeting Jessica's as she stepped down from the stage.

The crowd cheered and laughed, charmed by her humility and the effortless beauty of her performance. Little did Y/N know, that song—delivered with such grace and sincerity—had already sealed her fate. Unbeknownst to her, someone in that very room had been listening and watching with a different kind of emotion, their heart stirred by the power of her voice and the soul she had bared through song.

Ari Levinson, the imposing biker turned mobster, stood at the edge of his club, his towering 6'6" frame commanding attention even amidst the lively crowd. His well-built physique, a testament to years of rigorous training and hard living, exuded an aura of raw power. His dark leather jacket and rugged demeanor contrasted sharply with the sleek, modern design of the club. His deep-set eyes, often shadowed by the brim of his hat, now fixed intently on the stage, where the spotlight illuminated the center of his attention.

The woman being pushed towards the stage was striking. Her black hair, long and glossy, cascaded down her back like a silken curtain. Her face, framed by soft features, held an innocent beauty that was almost ethereal. She seemed both hesitant and overwhelmed, her large, expressive eyes darting nervously around the room as she made her way to the microphone. Despite her apparent shyness, there was something undeniably captivating about her presence.

As she began to sing, Ari's attention became utterly focused. Her voice, rich and hauntingly beautiful, cut through the club's atmosphere like a delicate thread of melody. Each note she sang seemed to weave directly into the fabric of Ari's being. The elegance of her performance was magnetic, and he felt a strange, inexplicable pull toward her. It was as if every word she sang resonated with a part of him he hadn’t known was longing for connection.

Ari’s hardened exterior melted away as he watched her. The sheer vulnerability and sincerity in her voice stirred something deep within him, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. His heart raced, each beat echoing the rhythm of her song, and a profound sense of recognition and longing washed over him.

As she finished, the applause filled the room, but Ari's focus remained solely on her. A soft, almost reverent murmur escaped his lips: "Sunshine." The name felt right, a private endearment for the woman who had unwittingly captured his heart with her melody.

In that moment, Ari made a silent vow. He would have her for himself, determined to make her a part of his world. The gentle yet resolute glint in his eyes revealed his newfound obsession. The woman with the hauntingly beautiful voice had unknowingly stepped into his life, and Ari was resolute in claiming her for his own.

From the day after their bridal party, Y/N was greeted with a bewildering array of gifts that began to appear at her apartment. It started subtly enough—a sleek, elegant box of gourmet chocolates with a note saying, "For your sweet voice." But this was only the beginning.

The next morning, as she opened her front door, she found a lavishly wrapped package waiting for her. Inside, she discovered a stunning designer dress, its fabric shimmering in the light. As she marveled at the quality and the price tag, a delivery arrived with a collection of high-end bags and shoes—each piece a testament to luxury. There were classic leather handbags, elegant stilettos, and ornate accessories, all presented in their original, pristine packaging.

The gifts kept coming. The following day, an assortment of dazzling diamond jewelry was delivered to her doorstep. Sparkling necklaces, intricate bracelets, and sparkling earrings filled the boxes, their brilliance casting a radiant glow over her living room. Each piece was more extravagant than the last, and while she admired the beauty of the jewelry, she was puzzled by the source.

As if that weren’t enough, Y/N found herself inundated with flowers. Bouquets of roses, lilies, and orchids arrived daily, each arrangement more extravagant than the previous. They filled every corner of her apartment, their fragrances mingling in a heady perfume that almost overwhelmed her senses. Each bouquet was accompanied by a handwritten card with poetic compliments and expressions of admiration.

Despite her gratitude, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of unease. The sheer volume and opulence of the gifts seemed excessive, and the anonymity of the sender only added to her growing sense of confusion. She tried to inquire with the delivery services and check with her friends, but no one seemed to know who could be behind such a grand gesture.

As the days passed, Y/N found herself caught in a whirlwind of luxury and mystery. While she was tempted to enjoy the lavish presents, the underlying mystery of who was sending them—and why—left her feeling increasingly unsettled.

Y/N's curiosity had been piqued, but the gifts kept coming without a clue to their origin. One afternoon, she was home when she heard the familiar sound of a delivery arriving. Rushing to the door, she caught sight of a man in a sharp suit placing a luxurious box on her doorstep.

“Stop!” she called out, stepping outside just as he was about to leave. “Who is sending these gifts?”

The man turned slightly, his face hidden by the brim of his hat. He offered a polite but enigmatic smile. “Perhaps you could come to the club and find out,” he said, his tone light but carrying an undertone of challenge.

Before Y/N could ask more, the man turned on his heel and walked away, leaving her standing on her doorstep with a mixture of confusion and frustration.

“Club?? What club!” she called after him, but he was already out of earshot. Her questions hung in the air unanswered as she watched him disappear into the distance.

Y/N was left with the growing mystery of who was behind the gifts and why they wanted her to visit this elusive club. The intrigue and the unanswered questions tugged at her mind, leaving her with an unsettling sense of anticipation.

Y/N was perplexed by the mention of the club. Since Jessica’s bridal shower, she had avoided clubs, preferring quieter, more personal environments. The mention of a club intrigued and unsettled her in equal measure. The gifts had been so extravagant and persistent, sparking her curiosity about the identity of the sender.

After a day of mulling over her options and trying to dismiss the growing tension in her chest, Y/N decided she had to investigate. The allure of finding out who was behind these gestures—and why they were targeting her—compelled her to visit the club.

As evening approached, she dressed carefully, choosing an outfit that balanced elegance and simplicity. She chose a fitted dress that complemented her style but wasn’t overly flashy, wanting to blend in while still looking polished. She paired it with understated jewelry, just in case.

Arriving at the club, Y/N was struck by the contrast between the upscale exterior and her own reservations. The club’s entrance was grand, flanked by imposing columns and illuminated by soft, inviting lights. The bouncer at the door, recognizing her from the delivery’s description, greeted her with a nod and a warm smile, ushering her inside.

The interior was a blend of opulence and comfort, with plush seating, ambient lighting, and an elegant bar that shimmered with a variety of high-end spirits. Music played softly in the background, adding to the atmosphere of sophistication.

Y/N moved through the club, trying to find any clue as to who might have sent the gifts. As she walked deeper into the venue, she noticed a section that seemed more private, cordoned off with velvet ropes. Her heart raced as she approached, feeling the weight of anticipation and apprehension.

Just then, a familiar face emerged from the crowd—Ari Levinson. His towering presence and commanding demeanor were unmistakable. He stood with an air of effortless confidence, his gaze meeting hers with a blend of curiosity and intent.

As Y/N approached, Ari's eyes softened slightly, his lips curling into a knowing smile. “Welcome,” he said smoothly. “I see you’ve come to find out who’s been sending you those gifts.”

As Y/N stepped into the club, her eyes scanning the room for answers, Ari Levinson’s imposing figure caught her attention. He approached her with a smooth, confident stride, his presence commanding attention from everyone around him. Y/N’s heart raced as he closed the distance between them, his intense gaze never wavering.

"Who are you?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly as she took a small step back.

Ari’s smile widened, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "Ari Levinson," he introduced himself, his voice deep and smooth, carrying an authoritative edge.

Y/N’s brow furrowed in confusion. "Why are you sending me these gifts? I don’t know you."

Ari leaned in slightly, his proximity making her acutely aware of his presence. His gaze was unwavering, his tone matter-of-fact. "It's not uncommon for a man to shower his girlfriend or future wife with gifts."

"Future wife? Girlfriend?" Y/N repeated, her voice edged with disbelief.

Ari’s gaze softened just a touch, but his tone remained firm. "You," he said simply, as if it were an obvious truth.

Y/N’s eyes widened in shock. "Me? I don’t even know you!"

Ari chuckled softly, his gaze holding a mixture of amusement and determination. "That's exactly why I wanted to meet you. The gifts were my way of getting your attention. I think we have a lot to discuss."

Y/N struggled to process his words, her mind racing as she tried to understand the situation. "I don’t know what to say…"

Ari’s internal thoughts swirled as he watched Y/N’s reaction. He had anticipated her confusion and resistance, knowing that such a grand gesture would come with its own set of complications. The look of surprise and uncertainty on her face only fueled his resolve.

She’s even more captivating up close, he mused, his eyes tracing the delicate lines of her features. Her innocence and beauty are just as I imagined. This isn’t just about claiming her—though that’s certainly part of it. It’s about making her understand that she’s special, that she’s someone I want in my life. The gifts were just the beginning. She’ll come to see that I’m someone she can’t ignore.

As Y/N hesitated, Ari continued to watch her, his mind calculating his next moves. I knew she’d need time to adjust, but I’ll make sure she sees that what I’m offering is more than just luxury—it’s a commitment, a promise of something real and lasting. She’ll come around. She has to.

Ari’s large, strong hands gently touched Y/N’s sides, his fingers grazing her waist before pulling her close. The movement was both possessive and tender, drawing her into the warmth of his body and the solid strength of his frame.

“You see,” he said, his voice a low murmur, “you have taken something very important from me.”

Y/N instinctively placed a hand on Ari’s chest, trying to create a bit of distance between them. The firmness of his muscles beneath his shirt was undeniable, and she felt a mix of fear and confusion. “I didn’t steal anything from your club, I swear,” she said, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to assert her innocence.

Ari’s expression softened, though his eyes remained locked on hers with an unwavering intensity. He chuckled softly, the sound rich with a blend of amusement and warmth. “Oh, sunshine,” he said, his tone now almost tender, “but you did. You stole my heart.”

His fingers brushed lightly against her cheek, the touch so gentle it felt like a caress. The gesture was both affectionate and possessive, as if he were trying to memorize the feel of her skin. The tenderness in his touch contrasted sharply with the weight of his words, adding a layer of emotional complexity to the encounter.

“And now,” he continued, his gaze never leaving hers, “I cannot let you go.”

The declaration hung in the air, charged with determination and devotion. Ari’s hand remained on her cheek, his knuckles brushing softly as if afraid to break the fragile connection between them. His grip around her waist was firm but gentle, a silent promise of his intent.

In that moment, Y/N felt the full force of his resolve. The mix of his physical presence and the depth of his gaze left her feeling both overwhelmed and entranced. Ari's touch was careful, almost reverent, as if he were handling something precious and delicate. The force of his feelings was palpable, his actions speaking louder than words as he made it clear that he had no intention of letting her slip away.

For Y/N, the combination of his words and his touch created a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, fear, and an unexpected flutter of something more profound. The declaration of his feelings, paired with the intense closeness, left her grappling with the realization that this encounter was far more significant than she had anticipated.

Y/N’s voice was barely a whisper as she asked, “What do you want from me?”

Ari’s gaze remained steady and unwavering, his expression a blend of intensity and warmth. “I want you,” he replied simply, his tone brooking no argument.

She swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way out. “Take all the gifts back,” she said, her voice trembling with a hint of panic. “If that’s what you want, I haven’t used them or touched them.”

Ari’s smile remained, though it softened into something more reassuring. He gently brushed a strand of hair from her face, his touch delicate despite the strength he exuded. “It’s not the gifts I’m after,” he said, his voice soothing. “It’s you. The gifts were just a way to get your attention.”

Y/N’s eyes darted around, searching for any means of escape, but Ari’s presence was all-encompassing. “I’m not sure what you mean,” she said, her voice quivering. “I don’t even know you. I don’t understand why you’re doing this.”

Ari leaned in slightly, his face close to hers, his breath warm against her skin. “I’m doing this because I’ve seen something in you that I can’t ignore. You’ve stirred something in me, something real. I want you to be a part of my life.”

His words hung heavy in the air, filled with a gravity that left Y/N both unsettled and intrigued. She felt the weight of his gaze and the sincerity in his voice, yet she still struggled to reconcile his declarations with the reality of the situation.

“What if I don’t want this?” she asked softly, her eyes searching his for any sign of compromise.

Ari’s gaze softened further, though his resolve was clear. “You’ll find that you do. I’m not asking you to make a decision now. Just know that I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere. You’re important to me, and I intend to prove that to you.”

The tenderness in his voice contrasted with the intensity of his gaze, leaving Y/N caught between her fear and the undeniable magnetism of Ari’s presence.

“But I don’t want this?” Y/N asked softly, her eyes searching his for any sign of compromise.

Ari’s gaze softened, though his resolve remained firm. “You’ll find that you do,” he said, his voice steady and assured. “And I’ll convince you that you do.”

His eyes held hers with a blend of determination and warmth. As if to punctuate his promise, Ari leaned in and gently brushed his lips against the corner of her mouth. The kiss was brief but possessive, leaving a lingering warmth that seemed to imprint on her skin.

“For you are only mine now, sunshine,” he murmured against her lips, his breath warm and his tone a low promise.

The intimacy of the kiss, combined with his declaration, left Y/N feeling a whirlwind of emotions. The touch of his lips was tender yet marked with a clear sense of ownership, making her heart race and her thoughts swirl. Ari’s words and actions made it clear that he was not going to relent easily, and Y/N was left grappling with the intensity of his feelings and the future that seemed to be unfolding before her.

“You cannot fall in love with someone just like that,” Y/N argued meekly, her voice barely above a whisper.

As she spoke, Ari’s attention was focused on her, his lips tracing gentle, slow kisses along her face and neck. Each touch was tender, his lips lingering momentarily on her skin, savoring her unique fragrance. His kisses were soft and deliberate, as if he were memorizing every inch of her, making her feel both cherished and vulnerable.

“Hmmmm,” Ari murmured in response, his breath warm against her neck as he inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. He did not address her argument directly, his focus instead on the intimate act of kissing her.

His silence spoke volumes, and his gentle touches seemed to convey a deeper message: that his feelings were genuine and that he was willing to wait, to persist, and to show her that his love was real. The contrast between his soothing affection and her confusion created a palpable tension, as Y/N struggled to reconcile her emotions with the intensity of Ari’s devotion.

As Ari continued his tender torment, his lips brushing along Y/N’s face and neck, she found it increasingly difficult to suppress any sounds of pleasure or distress. The mixture of his warm breath and gentle kisses sent waves of sensation through her, leaving her on the edge.

“Please stop,” Y/N pleaded, her voice wavering as she tried to maintain her composure.

To her surprise, Ari immediately halted his movements. He pulled back slightly, his gaze locked onto hers with a look of intense focus. It was as if, in that moment, she was the only thing that mattered in his world.

“You’re scaring me,” she admitted, her eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion.

Ari’s expression softened, though his voice remained gruff. “Sunshine, I am a scary person,” he said, his tone carrying a blend of roughness and tenderness. “But if there is one person who shouldn’t be scared of me, ever, it’s you.”

Y/N’s eyes searched his, filled with uncertainty. “Why me?” she asked softly, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

Ari pulled her even closer, his body pressed firmly against hers. His lips came dangerously close to hers, their proximity electrifying. “You make me feel on top of the world,” he said, his voice a low, intimate murmur.

The reference to the song she had sung at the bridal shower lingered between them, a reminder of the emotional connection they shared. The song had resonated deeply with Ari, and now it served as a symbol of the feelings he was trying to convey.

In the silence that followed, Y/N could feel the weight of his words and the sincerity in his gaze. The kiss, though unspoken, conveyed a depth of emotion that words alone could not fully capture. As Ari’s eyes held hers, the intensity of his feelings was undeniable, and Y/N found herself grappling with the reality of the connection he was offering her.

Ari's gaze was intense as he leaned in, his voice a low, determined murmur. “Now I am going to kiss you,” he said, his words filled with a resolute certainty.

Y/N's eyes widened in shock, her mouth opening slightly as she tried to respond. “Wha...?” she began, but the word was cut short as Ari closed the distance between them.

His lips met hers in a fervent kiss, a collision of warmth and passion that left no room for hesitation. The kiss was deep and consuming, a testament to the intensity of his feelings. Y/N's initial surprise quickly melted into a blend of overwhelming sensation and bewilderment as Ari’s kiss conveyed a depth of emotion that words alone could not express.

His hands remained on her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened, their breaths mingling in the charged space between them. In that moment, Y/N was caught in the powerful storm of Ari’s emotions, unable to escape the force of his affection and the fervency of his kiss.

Y/N felt a deep resignation settle over her as Ari’s kiss finally broke. She realized she had little choice but to accept the overwhelming presence of this powerful man who had claimed her so decisively.

“You cannot force someone to love you,” she said, her voice tinged with a mix of defiance and surrender.

Ari’s gaze remained steady, his expression unwavering. “I won’t force you,” he said, his tone both firm and reassuring. “You’ll love me… soon.”

His confidence was palpable, and his words carried the weight of his belief in what the future held. There was a determination in his eyes that suggested he was prepared to wait, to show her his love in ways that went beyond mere words. The promise of time and patience was embedded in his declaration, a testament to his commitment and his certainty that she would come to feel the same way.

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yumejo · 2 years ago

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what's it called? no, no, that's the name!

「ari x riddle」 ↳ gift for @shinmon-c !! they make me so happy♡ *the poem by lewis carrol; title is also a reference to the white knight who tells said story to alice!

Whether it was childish of them or not, a fairy tale with a happy ending always brought a smile to their lips.

Surrounded by a multitude of freshly painted roses, each one bursting with riotous reds to mask their white nature, tea cocooned Ari’s senses and imbued them with tranquility. Well, with this placid set-up, they couldn’t cease the worsening delight from overwhelming them. After all, they were sharing this breathtaking tea party alongside their very important person—Riddle Rosehearts.

It wasn’t unusual for the two of them to concern themselves over a cup of tea, although it was infrequent for it to be only the two of them. Yet Ari wasn’t going to squander an opportunity to blather with Riddle in the garden, not after such a rare chance was bestowed to them.

While that thought floated in their mind, Ari twined their fingers around the teacup nestled in front of them and brought the crescent-edge to their lips. Inhaling, Ari smiled, “It smells delicious. Is that⋯ spearmint, I smell?”

Simpering at their inquiry, Riddle nodded while languidly lavishing his own tastebuds in the potent blend. “Yes, it is. I had Trey mix quite a few herbs in here, seeing as how you’ve been so stressed lately,” Riddle began, almost staidly, before amusement threaded itself through his tone, “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten, my knight; there’s a rule for overworking yourself. I’m pleased you’d accompany me here, but even I have ulterior motives sometimes, you know?”

“⋯ I appreciate the sentiment, Riddle,” Ari chortled awkwardly as sweat accumulated on the nape of their neck. Taking a sip and allowing the overflowing flavor to envelope them, they added, “Mm, it’s yummy! Of course, I shouldn’t expect any less from Trey.”

“Naturally.”

There were tinctures of chamomile and dried orange lingering within the blend, and the more they luxuriated in it, the more they felt their nerves becoming placated with a serenity unlike any other. It was different from the normally caffeinated drinks they consumed on the daily, but it wasn’t unwelcome.

Watching as Ari stifled a yawn, Riddle settled his cup down onto the ceramic plate. “Are you growing tired, Ari?” he questioned, before saying with his next breath, “I was hoping you’d become relaxed, but maybe this is too much.”

Drowsily, they downed the remainder of their tea before remarking, “I’m⋯ definitely sleepy, now.”

“That won’t do. Hmm,” Riddle relinquished a note as he ruminated on what to do in order to keep his self-appointed knight awake, “Ah. Why don’t I read you a story?”

A string of laughter emerged from the depths of Riddle’s throat as he fished out a book from the confines of his bag. Ari brought their feeble attention onto him, squinting their eyes to read the title to no avail.

Still, staving off the desire to grin, Ari consented to the idea and laughed, “Sure, I’d like that.”

Bringing himself around the table, Riddle decorously offered Ari his hand, which they accepted, and the two ambled over to the gargantuan tree flourishing in the middle of the garden. Concurrently with him thieving a seat, they plopped down onto the pliable grass with their head resting on their arm.

"What story is it?"

Giving Ari a chance to closer discern the cover, Riddle answered, “The Knight’s Song*. You actually resemble the knight in this tale quite a bit, but never mind that. Shall we begin?”

All they could do was helplessly nod their head as their fatigue exacerbated, questioning to themselves why Riddle would compare them to some other knight in a tale. The sensation of their eyelids becoming heavier overwhelmed them, the mellifluous sound of Riddle’s voice ringing in their ears as he read the perplexing, beautiful story. And they found themselves lulled into a deep sleep.

——

Stirring lightly in their slumber, Ari’s eyes fluttered open and they scrutinized a familiar countenance staring down at their incredulity. “Did I really fall asleep?” they spluttered, before realizing their current position. Their head settled on Riddle’s thighs, his visage in propinquity with their own—and the situation caused their cheeks to scorch with warmth.

"I told you, you really are such a silly knight," Riddle tittered, that idiosyncratic smirk of his toying with his thin lips, "What kind of knight falls asleep on duty? Do you want me to punish you that badly?"

“Weren’t you the one who wanted me to relax?” Ari mused aloud, riveting their gaze onto how his lips curved into an unamused pout in order to occlude themselves from staring directly into his prepossessing eyes and overheating. “Besides, you know I don’t mind being punished by you!”

Just as those words fled from their vocals, Ari brought their hands up to their face and vainly attempted to alleviate the spates of warmth pooling from their cheeks.

However, the person who they said them to swallowed a gasp. “What are you grinning like a fool for?! I’ll have your head for saying such a thing-!” Riddle shouted, patently discombobulated by their audacity. He tried to recover, in order to retaliate, "⋯ Hmph, you really shouldn't say such cute things. It's not good for my heart."

Leering at his expression, how it tinged with embarrassment, Ari couldn’t help but smile—an irrepressible one broke out onto their lips, and they said, “I couldn’t help it! I love you too much for my own good, queen.”

In the next moment, Riddle bent down and connected his lips against theirs; before retracting away with reddening cheeks. “Then it’s the same for me, Ari,” he began, a lighthearted smile appearing on his countenance, “I love you."

#otp #selfship fics #rindle

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faceglitchsworld · 2 years ago

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Discography tag

Tagged by @onlyoneofyouu (thank you Jo, I needed to do some new games 💘)

rules: pick an artist or band and share your favorite song/s from each of their albums and then tag some mutuals

Oke, since I'm a freaking multi and choosing only one artist would basically be the death of me, I'll choose five (5) groups/bands that I love this time.

Monsta X

Trespass: Trespass and One Love

Rush: Perfect Girl and Broken Heart

The Clan Pt.1 Lost: Ex Girl, Sweetheart, Because of U and Unfair Love

The Clan Pt.2 Guilty: Fighter, Queen and Roller Coaster

The Clan Pt.2.5 The Final Chapter: Ready or Not, Miss You, Beautiful, Incomparable, Need U, 5:14 (Last Page) and All I Do

The Code: DRAMARAMA, Now or Never, In Time, From Zero and Tropical Night

The Connect: Dejavu: Jealousy

Take.1 Are You There?: Underwater, Shoot Out and Myself

Take.2 We Are Here: must admit, I think every song here is good, I can't choose one 😅

Follow-Find You: Find You, Monsta Truck, U R and See You Again

Fantasia X: FANTASIA, Beautiful Night and IT AIN'T OVER

Fatal Love: Love Killa and Sorry I'm not Sorry

One Of A Kind: GAMBLER, Heaven, Secrets and BEBE

No Limit: Rush Hour and Mercy

Shape of love: LOVE, Breath and Wildfire

Reason: Beautiful Liar, LONE RANGER, Crescendo and Deny

Honourable mentions to Who Do You Love, Middle of the night, You Problem and The Dreaming from the English albums

Gorillaz (I needed to do them, their new album will come out like this friday 🤣)

Self Titled: Tomorrow Comes Today and 19-2000 from the singles, Sound Check (Gravity) and Slow Country from the b-sides

Demon Days: Feel Good Inc., El Mañana and Dirty Harry from the singles Kids with Guns and November has Come from the b-sides

Plastic Beach: uhm, all of them? I'm sorry but this was THE ALBUM, every song here is perfect 🥴

The Fall: Revolving Doors, Little Pink Plastic Bags, Amarillo and Bobby in Phoenix. No distinction between singles and b-sides because the only single here was Phoner To Arizona and I still don't like it that much 😅

Humanz: Saturnz Barz and Strobelite from the singles, Ascension, Busted and Blue, She's My Collar and Out Of Body from the b-sides

The Now Now: Humility and Tranz from the singles, Fire Flies and Souk Eye from the b-sides

Song Machine, Season One: Strange Timez: Strange Timez, The Lost Chord, Aries and Dèsolé from the singles, Chalk Tablet Towers and Dead Butterflies from the b-sides.

Honourable mention to Hong Kong from the D-sides anthology aka the reason why I love songs with a traditional sound on it 🥹

Stray Kids (in honour of their deserved vacation, even tho it lasted like...three days 😅🥲)

Mixtape: Spread my wings

I am NOT: District 9 and Grow Up and Awaken

I am WHO: Awkward Silence

I am YOU: I am YOU, My side and Hero's Soup

Clè 1: Miroh: Maze of Memories, Chronosaurus and 19

Clè 2: Yellow Wood: Side Effects and the Mixtapes. All of them.

Clè: Levanter: Double Knot, Levanter and Astronaut

Go Live+In Life: Back Door, We Go, Wow, My Universe and Another Day

NOEASY: Silent Cry and Gone Away

ODDINARY: Venom, Waiting for Us and Muddy Water

Maxident: Case 143, 3RACHA and Can't Stop

SKZ Replay: any solo song made by Han and Changbin+Deep End, Stars and Raindrops, Hug Me and miss you

Honourable mention to Hoodie Season, which is into SKZ 2021

Melanie Martinez (in honour of her trailer for her next album)

Crybaby: Pity Party and Soap from the singles, Alphabet Boy and Mad Hatter from the b-sides

K-12: Drama club, Strawberry Shortcake, Orange Juice and High School Sweethearts

Oneus (in honour of their vacation from the tour, hoping it will last more than SKZ or I'll go through a tantrum)

Light Us: Valkyrie, Red Thread, HERO and Crazy & Crazy

Raise Us: Twilight and BingBing

Fly With Us: LIT and Stand By

Lived: TO BE OR NOT TO BE and COME BACK HOME

Devil: Incomplete, Lion Heart and What You Doing?

Binary Code: I can't choose one song here, everything here is good. Yes, even Valkyrie (rock version).

Blood Moon: LUNA, Life is Beautiful and Yes or No

Trickster: Skydivin', Firebomb and Mr Wolf

Malus: Same Scent, STUPID LOVE, Mermaid and FULL MOON

Honourable mention to STAY, because the WeUs family is the most dear thing to me ❤️

Tagging @jongside and @atinystraykid

No pressure, have fun, I love you ❤️

#I had so much doing this really 💘#Yes I'm weak for Monsta X's TTs apparently 😅#my opinion they don't miss a TT almost every time 😅😁#tag games

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onsunnyside · 2 years ago

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🍁≬ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 (𝟏/𝟐)

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | photographer!Ari Levinson x reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | glimpses of fluff, angst, old flames, childhood friends-to-loves aftermath, ex-boyfriend!Ari, size difference: 6’8!Ari.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Even the most beautiful love stories are bound to end in tragedy, but you thought you and Ari would be an exception.

𝗪/𝗖 | 3.64K

𝗔/𝗡 | currently in my sad autumn girl era but i know it won’t last long so i wanted to share this with you all. sort of poured my heart into it and wrote most of this in a teary haze last night. Inspired by Taylor Swift’s songs: Sad Beautiful Tragic, Exile, All Too Well, The Last Time. [𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝 | all asks]. All mistakes are my own.

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Don’t look, don’t look, you force your eyes on the television mounted above the table, half listening to the chatter of your friends and the hushed music playing from the speakers.

A nudge brings your attention to your redheaded friend, “How have you been? You haven’t answered my texts.”

“Sorry, I’ve been working a lot.” The music shop didn’t get very busy, but Natasha didn’t need to know that you spent the past weeks buried in turmoil, revisiting every decision you’ve ever made that brought you here. “I also applied to the dance studio as an instructor, I’m still waiting for them to get back to me.”

Her green gaze pools with worry. Of course, you’d answer a question about how you were with what you were doing. She hated to pry, but she cared for you like a sister. If you were hurting, she wanted to put a stop to it, or talk about it and try to understand. She couldn’t do that if you refused to open up.

“If you want to leave, that’s fine, I’ll walk you out.”

“I’m okay, Nat. I wouldn’t have come if I couldn’t handle seeing him again.”

The both of you know that’s a bald-faced lie. Especially because you’ve done everything to not peek in his direction.

Natasha is drawn away by one of your other close friends, and they fall into an easy conversation with laughs and bright smiles. Their voices fade into each other, a blissful hum filling the loneliness that has clung to you.

I wouldn’t have come if I couldn’t handle seeing him again.

You spoke too soon.

Ever so slightly, you glance at the bar. Over the heads of the other patrons, his gaze meets yours. Deep blue, unreadable and sharp, piercing heavily through your face.

Seeing him now, he’s different. His hair is longer, his beard is thicker, and he’s dressed in clothes you’ve never seen before—apart from his signature leather jacket that he wore for most of the year.

You wonder if the way he carries himself all the same, with quiet grace and self-assurance, too often falling victim to his insecurities.

You missed him.

You missed his stupidly loud alarm clock, his cute bedhead and how he never failed to keep you warm on winter nights. You missed his endless rants about society, space and the world, past, present and future. His mind stretched into infinity, and you never always understood what he was saying, but you listened nonetheless. Listening was the best thing someone could do.

Your eyes fall on the loose and shaggy fabric around his neck. The cream knit was your first little home project, evident with the frayed threads and stubborn coffee stains. That single scarf took you a week because of your lack of experience. You worked on it everywhere, on the train, at work and the park. Your favourite place to knit was next to him as he hunched over his computer desk and went through hundreds of photographs with his glasses on the tip of his nose.

That was the one thing he didn’t mail back.

He goes around the table, handing out everyone’s selected drinks with greetings. “Sorry, I’m late. I got stuck at the studio with this last-minute family portrait session.”

“At least it wasn’t another self-proclaimed influencer.” Curtis snorts.

“Fuck no, thank goodness for that.” He laughs, almost too gleeful. When he gets to you, he simply sets the drink on the wooden countertop and flashes a tense smile.

It either took one or ten minutes for you to sip the drink before you rushed out the back door with an excuse about fresh air.

The cool, November air welcomes you with open arms as if it knew you wouldn’t last very long. You lean on the railing, distracting yourself with the red, orange and yellow trees across the way. The music and chatter fade into whispers, and the crickets and gentle wind take their place. Down below, the water ripples against the rocks, the wooden poles dark and green from the lake, another victim to time, just like everything else.

The fall season itself was a tale of death. The days got shorter because the sun comes and goes all too quickly and the leaves turn into different shades before falling to the ground. Bidding farewell in warm colour pallets and leave the trees bare, mere skeletons of life, dormant and dull.

Then, they’re reincarnated by spring. Brought back by more sunshine and warmth, blooming hues the world has longed for.

You wondered when your spring would come, or if you’d be trapped in perpetual autumn. Be forced to feel every part of you change into red, yellow or orange and fall until there is nothing left and you're in a barren comatose.

You stare down at your dress, the very one he said was his favourite. The soft blue silk is highlighted by the dim fairy lights hung up on the fence. Memories are woven into the fabric and they’re all good because you stopped wearing this dress when things got worse. With a brush of the lace hem, you’re reminded of him.

“I knew you’d look beautiful in this.”

“You have to stop buying me things, we have bills to pay.”

He scoffs, “bills aren’t going to help my girl realize how beautiful she is.” He takes your hand, pressing his plump lips on your knuckles, “I know it, the world knows it, but she doesn’t. And that isn’t okay with me.”

The door swings open and slams into the wall, making you jump.

“Oh shit, sorry!” His voice rings out, “Didn’t mean to scare you, I thought the door was heavier.”

You quickly wipe your eyes, not caring about your makeup anymore. You tried hard to look your best tonight and embody that healed person you’ve pretended to be for the past few weeks. But he couldn’t say hi or your name. Why couldn’t he say your name?

He tucks away his cigarettes, “You stay, I’ll go out front. You probably want to be alone.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m going to call a cab.”

“You’re leaving?”

“Natasha knows I have an early morning.” You keep it simple and duck away from his gaze, hugging your purse close as some sort of lifesaver that was keeping you from floating into the sky. Truthfully, you wouldn’t mind that abrupt escape after hearing his next words.

“Wait—I mean, I’ll wait with you. It’s too late for you to be outside by yourself.”

Your stride doesn’t slow, you hope he’ll get the hint and just go back inside, but with his mile-long legs, he easily catches up to you. His boots land heavily on the boardwalk and the buckles of his leather jacket chime, filling the strained silence.

“So, did you see that new cinema downtown?”

“Please don’t.”

He raises his arms in defence, a smile audible in his voice, “Sorry, I didn’t realize you hated movies.”

“Ari.” Your shoulders slump and the sorrow gets heavier. You swear the world could cave under your feet. “Don’t try to—” You cut yourself off, knowing if you didn’t get away now, you’d regret it, “I want to be alone right now.”

The pine trees sway in the breeze, surrounding you with their natural scent.

He takes one hesitant step back, nodding slowly. “Right, I’m probably the last person you want to see.”

He couldn’t be more wrong and that only worsened the pain. How could he think that when he was the only person you wanted to see every day for over a decade?

It stretches far back to when you were children and living down the street from each other.

How could he think that when you used to wait out on the porch for him to pass by so you could walk to school together? How could he think that when you’ve spent hundreds of hours writing about his face in your diaries, about how his smile could light up a stadium and how his eyes were endless pools of stories and wishes?

How could he?

“Hey, hey, it’s okay.” Ari’s features grow concerned as the hot tears stream down your cheeks. “It’s okay—” He reaches for you, gently grasping your hand.

“No, it’s not.” You try to shrug him off, not bothering to wipe your face. He knew you were crying out here anyway. He knew you more than he knew himself, so it wouldn’t surprise you if he also knew what you were thinking right now—where did he find the audacity to say it’s okay? “I’m sad—I’m still so sad. And you aren’t.”

Ari stiffens and releases your hand as if he’d been burned. His cerulean eyes are shaded by the night, and darkness bleeds onto his solemn face, “You think I’m not sad?”

You tearily blink, waving towards the bar by the lake. “You seemed pretty happy in there—and you acted like you didn’t even know me.”

Sure, you probably would’ve cried if he spoke to you, but at least he would have acknowledged you. You’d take that glimmer of attention over his silence any day.

“I was—I am heartbroken.” He confesses, his long hair falling over his forehead as he stares down at you, “I didn’t know if you wanted me to talk to you—”

“Yet you followed me out here anyway.”

Even in the moonlight, you can see his cheeks turn cherry red.

“Okay, but I was checking on you. I didn’t mean for this to happen and to make you cry.” He protests, “Am I not allowed to worry about you?”

You close your eyes and shake your head, turning on your heel to continue down the boardwalk. The main street mocks you in the distance, beckoning you with yellow streetlights and the chance to escape, but his fingers wrap around your wrist, holding tightly.

“Wait, please. I’m sorry.”

His touch is warm and familiar, the other end of the double-edged sword. On one end is the busy street, the carefree people living their lives on this fall evening, the cars driving by, and your bittersweet freedom—but also your lonely apartment with your cold, empty bed. The other end, the one entwining with your trembling fingers, is suffocatingly soft and inviting. Enticing you to stay and listen, but at what cost? Would it only bring more suffering draped in so-called closure or more confusion that your heart couldn’t take?

“Muse—”

“Don’t.”

He inhales deeply and you feel his breath on the back of your head. “I’m devastated, I’m alone, I’m stuck in this disordered loop that I don’t know how to get out of.” His grip constricts, once then twice but you force yourself to stay as unresponsive as a corpse. “You were my first for everything, I-I wanted you to be my last.”

You knew that and you wanted the same thing. You’ve discussed it countless nights in your shared bed, whispering about the possibilities that the great big world offered, from tamed to outlandish. Picking up a strange hobby, or travelling the globe, he even mentioned moving to a new country altogether, “think about it. A fresh start, just the two of us and unlimited options.”

“I wouldn’t say unlimited, unfamiliar sounds more accurate.”

“Pick a place, any place and I’ll make it happen.”

“What if I don’t tell you and just take off alone? Soak up all that freshness by myself.”

“Oh, then I’ll find you. I’ll follow you anywhere.”

Experiencing things for the first time together was a big part of your relationship. You were both painstakingly sentimental, which only made it harder to pack your things. Everything reminded you of what was or what could’ve been, you eventually decided to keep what you needed and throw out what carried tender nostalgia.

You never followed through with that, but you do avoid the many boxes stacked in your closet. Full of pictures, gifts, and anything that reminded you of him. That was where you found this dress.

From the seedlings of memorable firsts, it was inevitable that you two gave each other your first heartbreaks too.

The tears come back with vengeance, spilling down your heated cheeks, “You ended things.”

“You walked out!” He rushes to apologize, swerving in front of you before you could take another step. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just please, listen to me.”

Why? He never listened to you in the end.

Whenever you brought up concerns about weird tension or the growing emptiness, he never listened. He was all about work and brushed off dates for last-minute gigs. You knew he wanted a greater future for the two of you, something better than your crowded apartment with your roommates (now the close friends in the bar), and something brighter than the stars combined.

You tried to understand and a part of you did, but the other part couldn’t take it anymore. The part that missed your boyfriend, missed your mindless conversations and quiet nights at home, and when he picked up that camera and photographed you like a piece of art.

That part of you won. You laid down your weapons and went defenceless into his line of fire, with only your heart in your hands and a rehearsed speech in your head.

You never made it all the way through because you two started arguing, right in front of your friends, spitting accusations fueled by rage and doubt, making each other into the bigger villain when it was always clear who was the culprit.

Even now, although you know it’s him, you wonder if you were an accomplice.

Childhood sweethearts turned college lovers, plenty of people have made it all the way—to whatever was their ideal. Many people have also given up, gotten tired, or fallen out of love.

You thought you and Ari were stronger than that, and you wouldn’t let the pressures of life, work, and school weigh onto your relationship. But in the end, those voices were always right, and your shared dreams were crushed at the hands of breakdowns, lost time, and agonizing lulls.

It was ironic how you’re haunted by voices while Ari rarely used his.

Ari wasn’t loud or interruptive. He was quiet and timid, and as he grew up, he slowly came out of his shell and matured into the tall, confident, and gentle giant in front of you.

When you were kids, he wrote adorably misspelled sentences on sticky notes to drop into your lunchbox, and then in high school, he wrote love letters to slip into your locker. The sweetest part was that he never signed them, yet you always suspected it was him. He pretended to be curious about your newest note from your secret admirer and asked about the contents, all the itty bitty details of the proclamation in black pen.

He was after your heart, and he surely got it.

He showed his love through touch, gestures and gifts, through photographs and love letters that were kept in a special box.

It was beautiful in a way that only broken poets, starved artists and silenced lovers could understand. And you and Ari were all three. The tragedy was in colours no one else could see, the script in an undiscovered language, but to you and all the rest of the heartbroken, it was so vivid and clear. You dipped your fingers into that magic shade and poured your heart onto the white walls of the lonely tower, mourning your knight who would never return.

You made the tragedy your home, wallowed in it, and pitied yourself over every missed opportunity—the fleeted moments where things could have changed, leading you somewhere different from where you were. But you tried to get better, to get clean of him and those noisy, unhelpful thoughts. You wanted to save yourself, to gather the guts to leave that tower and climb down to the lush grass and sparkling rivers below.

In delusions, you are happy and satisfied, sober from the destruction. But right now, that false comfort was cracking beneath your feet. You wished to board up the windows and hide away from the world, from him.

“Will you please listen to me?” He pleads, his voice thick, “just listen, you don’t have to say anything or even stay afterward.”

“Why?” You turn to him, gritting your teeth to keep from sobbing. “Why should I listen to you when you never listened to me? When I told you that were growing apart, you just pushed me further away. Does—” Your voice cracks, “Does that not seem unfair to you?” Did you not deserve the same mercy he was begging for?

It was too late if he wanted to listen this time. It was gone, flatlined, buried under the dirt with overgrown weeds and ivy climbing on the gravestone. Your names were etched into the stone, just another miserable end in the cemetery of the heartbroken, the battered and bruised, the forgotten and silenced.

You’ve been a ghost ever since he mailed back the things you thought he wanted. Transparent and floating through the graveyard, weeping in wonder, and feebly searching for that scarf—the one thing he kept.

“I won’t ask again. This is the last time, Ari. You won’t get another chance.”

He opens and closes his mouth multiple times, rethinking every thought racing in his head, but then he finally settles on shutting his mouth. Those plump lips pressed firmly together, a barrier for everything he should say—and everything you had the right to hear.

Defeated, you release his hand. You didn’t realize you were holding him too, it was all just automatic at this point, unlike this moment which is only a rerun of a film you’ve already seen.

Your gaze traces his face one last time, locking everything to memory from the curve of his dark eyebrows, the shade of his blue eyes, the point of his nose, the blush pink of his lips, and every freckle like they were constellations.

In a flash, you’re staring at him from across the classroom, watching him slowly write on a yellow sticky note, his tongue poking from between his teeth in concentration.

Another flash, and you’re watching him bolt down the hallway, passing lockers and other students with his azure eyes set on you. In his hand is an old polaroid camera and he’s wearing the widest grin, “Let’s go to the park.” He almost crashes into you but grasps your shoulder in excitement, illuminating the dull hallway with his glow.

You laugh, “I have class… and so do you.”

“Yeah, but the weather is so nice today.” He pouts, already tugging you towards one of the exits. “Plus, you look really pretty. Wouldn’t you rather be my model, than sit in some dusty old classroom?”

He kissed you that day, under the biggest willow tree in the park with his hand on your cheek. He blushed a nervous red and asked so sweetly, “Can I—May I please…” He trailed off, profusely blinking at your parted lips, “Will you let me b-be your first kiss? And will you be mine?”

And finally, you’re back in the present. His looming shadow as he towers over your lifeless frame, executed by the quiet and unspoken words. You’d take anything at this point, from shuddering pleas to choked apologies—you’d grovel for a single syllable.

“That’s it.” You scoff in disbelief, “all you can do is look at me?”

Again, silence. His eyes pool with tears, seconds away from streaming down his cheeks and matching your wet trails and ruined makeup. He doesn’t speak, but he’s breaking, cracking at the surface like delicate porcelain holding back a flood.

“You deserve better than me.”

No, he doesn’t get to decide that. He doesn’t get to use that stale statement to dig his own grave, right alongside yours before the final self-deprecating eulogy. It didn’t matter if he thought you deserved better than him, all that should matter was that you wanted him, that you still wanted him even after all of this.

“So, you’re just gonna let me go? After all we’ve been through?” After you’ve given him everything, and showed him every part of you and let him in.

The first tear falls, dripping down his beard and onto the worn knit. Then another, and another until they’re streaming down his cheeks and soaked up by the scarf. “You’re already gone.”

There it is, the last nail in the coffin.

Ari has never been aggressive or forceful, but you wished he’d be brave. You wished he’d fight for you, step into the battlefield with an unrelenting resolve to make things right—to get you back. But he doesn’t, he just looks down at you, chewing on his lip with clenched fists.

He’s surrendered to the war, abandoning you in the tower of tragedy, but joining you in the cemetery of the heartbroken. He’s signing his name on the death certificate and damning you and your wistful dreams, erasing every ‘what if’ that has plagued the both of you since you were children.

“You couldn’t be more wrong.”

You swallow the lump in your throat and fight the weakness in your knees, but you refuse to do this to yourself again, to give him a chance he won’t take. You turn around and continue down the dock, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself in a form of self-soothing.

Autumn was a story of demise, but it had to be better than the earsplitting silence. You’d take the cruel cold and neverending abyss over the lack of effort. Right now, there was no spring in sight, no rebirth to raise you from the dead but you’d find your own life someday and somehow without him. You had to save yourself, be your own hero and come out victorious—alone, but triumphant.

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i’ve already started a part two for those of us who want a happy ending, so if you’re an angsty person, feel free to just leave it at this part. i’ll let you all know when i have a date. this is also my second time writing angst on here, and i had a few good cry sessions. i know this isn't the usual filth but i hope you all enjoyed this nonetheless.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! i love you all very much. pls take this kith 😚🫶

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! [my inbox] <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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versadies · 4 years ago

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could i request aries with diluc headcanons for the soulmate event? where they are both at a mondstat ball, and happen to meet each other while doing the ballroom switch dance, but as they switch partners reader and diluc both glance at their hand, trace their red string to each other, and then the connection just instantly hits. Thank you!

the entangled waltz (hc scenario)

penpal: love this idea sm, thank you for requesting !!

pairing/s: diluc x gn!reader

prompt: aries the ram - red thread

sypnosis: when mondstadt decided to throw a ball as a celebration of the uncrowned king of mondstadt's return, you decided to attend, not knowing what the universe has in store for you.

include/s: reader being a food lover, ballroom dance (failed attempt of describing it lol), ballroom!au

-> as gods, visions, dragons, and immortal beings exist in teyvat: so does the concept of soulmates.

-> for all your life, soulmate was always the last of your priorities. you never took a glance of the red thread tied around your finger, never dreamt of what it's like to meet the person you're meant to be, and never tried to find them.

-> however, when mondstadt decided to throw an annual ball in honor of diluc ragnvindr's return to the nation: you couldn't help but decide to attend the celebration, thinking that there could be a chance to meet your special someone.

-> not to mention the fact that you also busied yourself thinking of all the food you could eat in the ball– which ended up to where you are now, waiting for the food to serve whilst your dear companions dance by the dance floor.

-> although watching others dancing truly enticed you to dance, you were too... shy to say the least. the thought of accidentally stepping on your partner's shoe is the last thing you want to do for the night.

-> it wasn't until you heard a familiar song when you decided to dance, standing up from your seat and walk towards to the dance floor.

-> the moment you step foot to where people are dancing, you were immediately pulled in by a partner, who immediately welcomes you as you get used to the footsteps of the dance. it wasn't exactly hard to learn them all. besides, your partner gladly made sure that you're doing it right.

-> by the time you immediately learned the dance steps, you immediately switched to the next partner– who was rather more forced and rough with their steps. no conversation was involved much to your dismay. when you glanced down at your hand, your string wasn't connected to the one around his finger.

-> not long after, you switched to the next partner.

-> you're honestly taken back by surprise by how handsome the man in front of you looked, his red hair is definitely something you don't see in the city. could he be someone who lives in springvale?

-> "you must be new around here, are you?" you spoke up, swaying side by side with your partner. "i honestly have never seen you around the city before." you add.

-> the red haired man stayed silent for a moment, making you assume that he's thinking of an answer. "yes, i'm... actually new around the city." he answered with a nod.

-> "oh, where do you live then?"

-> "dawn winery. i've worked there for as long as i can remember." he says with a small chuckle. "the ragnvindr family are kind enough to let me work for them. it's honestly an honor if you ask me."

-> "well, i can't exactly have any to say of them since i never even met them before." you confess shyly, glancing back down at your feet to make sure you wouldn't step on the gentleman's foot. "are they as good as what everyone say they are?"

-> the man was taken back by surprise from your blunt question. "yes, actually. they're uh, very kind."

-> the two of you then stayed silent. you noticed how it's taking so long for you to switch another partner. was it always this slow?

-> "so uh, have you met your soulmate already?" he asks, causing you to look up at him.

-> "...not exactly," you retort, smiling awkwardly. "i don't really think about soulmates much so i never bothered searching for them or think about them."

-> "ah, so you're not here to look for them?"

-> "i'm actually here to look for them. also the food, i'm here for the food as well." the man chuckles again in amusement, now looking around the room to see if there's any food in sight. "are the foods really that good?"

-> you gasped out in surprise. "you never tried any mondstadt dish before?!"

-> "well, all i do is eat meat and mondstadt's grilled fish everyday, i’m too busy to try out any other food." he says with a shrug. you immediately shook your head in disapproval of the man's response.

-> "that will not do, mister. i'll show you every single mondstadt dish i know and you have to try them. you're missing out on the sweet madames." you declared.

-> "i'll keep that in mind then."

-> before the two of you could continue the conversation, the both of you switched partners much to both of you's dismay.

-> however, your disappointed look immediately faded away when your eyes lands on your red thread that tugged you to where the red haired man is, eyes slowly widening in surprise when you trace your string—

-> your breath hitched when you saw your string connected to his.

-> you tried to go closer to the red haired man, who also seems to realize that his string is also connected to yours, only for you to be pulled far away from him by your partner, who was displeased by how distracted you are.

-> "continue dancing, will you?" your new partner complains, wanting to get this over with. you slowly look back at your partner, still shocked by what you just discovered.

-> "i think my previous partner is my soulmate."

-> before your partner could speak up again, you immediately pulled out from the dance floor, looking among the crowd to find the red-haired man in desperation. how blind could you be to not notice that your soulmate was right in front of you?!

-> you walk through the crowd, mumbling "excuse me"s and apologizing to the ones you accidentally hit. after many minutes passing by, you slowly gave up on finding the man, feeling a little bit suffocated from how crowded your surrounding is.

-> when you slowly went your way through the food buffet, you felt disappointed. where could he be if not the dance floor? wasn't he just there before?

-> "hey," your eyes widens from the sound of his voice, looking up to see the same man that you danced with earlier.

-> he smiles, the ends of his mouth reaching up to his eyes for the first time. "you promised that you'd showed me all the best dishes of mondstadt, yeah?

-> you continued to keep your mouth shut, stunned from how the one you've been looking for is now right in front of you. you immediately glance back and forth at you and his string, making sure that you aren't hallucinating at the fact that you had just found your soulmate.

-> he chuckles again from your stunned reaction, grabbing your hand that has the red thread and kisses its knuckles.

-> "it's nice to meet you, soulmate. my name is diluc ragnvindr."

#ty for being the first to request for this event anon!#hope you enjoyed this hehe #diluc x y/n #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc ragnvindr #diluc headcanons #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc #diluc hcs #genshin diluc #genshin #genshin impact fanfiction #gender neutral #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact #genshin diluc x reader #genshin x reader

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0risha · 3 years ago

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NNAAAAURRR I LOVE THE EVENT LET ME REQUEST SOMETHING.

may i have a timestamp plss 🙏🏾🙏🏾 female reader x getou at 3:29am w telepatia by kali uchis (Or up late by ari lennox 👀👀) i wanted to ask for an angsty one but i might cry. so i want fluff 😌😌😌 and congrats on 1k again 😭💞 you deserve it!!!

「 3 : 29 AM + UP LATE 」

tags... fluff, mentions of an injury and a suggestive line

note... nicoooo yk i had to do up late that's my song right theraurrrr, I hope you like this baee and tysm for requesting 💖

ORISHA'S 1K EVENT :: CLOSED

lids heavy with sleep, you drape your covers farther up your shoulders. you were completely exhausted. training with mei mei had taken a toll on your body.

your lower abdomen still throbs from where she'd landed an unmerciful hit. with it, a shiver racks your body as you envision her curling, red smile and a flock of feral crows in her stead.

you stare at the dim ceiling, awaiting for the tendrils of sleep to pull you in it's grasp. you ruminate– geto flashes through your mind and your heart pangs. you hadn't seen your boyfriend much today, he'd been even more busier than you. you dearly missed when you both had the time to bask in each other's presence but you couldn't do a thing abou–

"hello there." you’re not given much time to process who or what would be outrageous enough to barge into your room at three in the morning before a body comes barreling towards you.

you let out a yelp, the air knocking viciously out your lungs. even in a state of disorientation, you recognized the person immediately— geto smells like your body wash anyways.

you don't know whether to jump for joy or punch him in the gut so he could feel the same searing pain that you had. he must've seen your face of disgruntlement because he's pulling away, taking your face into his hands and asking away. "are you okay?"

"no." and almost immediately, his face falls. a curtain of hair tickles at your cheeks as he looks for any injuries. you break silence with a giggle, his serious expression too much to handle. "i'm kidding." you pat his shoulders and his serious expression melts.

you notice that he's clad in his sleepwear. "how long have you been back?" he falls by your side and wraps an arm around your middle.

"an hour. had the worst mission ever." he sighs, you give a sound of sympathy.

"can't sleep?" you turn on your side, swiping a lock of his hair from his face.

"i'll spare you the details, but today i learned some curses can still fight with their head's cut off. won't be able to sleep for awhile."

"oh." you blink, threading your fingers with his. "doesn't sound fun." he nods, pressing closer towards you. his warmth envelops you in an addictive kind of serenity.

he finds your eyes in the dark. "i wonder what this is all for." you purse your lips, a bitter taste layering on your tongue. the answer should be easy but you don't bother to think.

"me too." it isn't exactly a lie. "we can just stay up – you know, since you can't sleep. "

"and do what?" he wiggles his eyebrows.

you roll your eyes and kick at his shin."talk."

with a pained expression, he agrees. "yeah, let's do that."

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formorethananame · 2 years ago

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“Hey!” Song waved at other with a wide smile. The thought of being at the sea with good company had put him in an instant good mood and it showed through his wide smile. “Did you find the place easily?” He questioned while helping Aries into the boat.

Aries jogged his way down to the dock and took Song's hand, easing himself into the boat with care. "Hey!" he greeted in return, grasping Song's shoulder. "Yeah, it was easy enough. I didn't get lost." He set his things down and patted the cooler, smiling at Song. "And I brought plenty to eat and drink while we're out here!"

#asks #woo-bin #woobin #replies; aries #threads; aries x song #verse: ships in the night

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my-emotional-self · 5 years ago

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The Mission Chapter 16

Pairings: Ari Levinson x Reader

Warnings: swearing, smut (unprotected sex)

Summary: Ari Levinson tries to recruit you for Operation Brothers. While you weren’t ready for any kind of mission, you obliged after much consideration. You didn’t plan on falling in love along the way. But will Ari return those feelings? Or will his heart only be on the mission?

Six Months Later

Just a little over a year you and the crew had now been at the resort. Every month or so, more and more refugees made it safely to Jerusalem; the number on the “Satisfied Guests” board just kept growing.

The resort itself was also growing. Once one tourist bus would leave, the next would arrive within 24 hours. It was the best cover possible and you were honestly having the time of your life. But you had a gut feeling something was going to happen; something bad. You always trusted your gut feeling, no matter how big or small you felt something might be.

During your down time between missions, you and Rachel actually came up with a workout routine for the tourists and you taught it every other day while at the resort.

“One. Two. Three. Four. Five,” you and Rachel spoke in synch with your German accents, throwing punches with your arms across your bodies. It was hot inside the lobby, the sweat beading across your face as you did your workout routine with your friend.

“Good job everyone. Keep it up! Now onto squats!” you said, placing your hands on your hips and counting out with Rachel.

Peering over the group of tourists working out in front of you, you saw Ari walking around the perimeter of the resort, mug of coffee in his hand; his eyes glued to your body. Normally you wore leggings under your leotards when working out, but it was too hot today so you decided to skip them. Instead, you were just wearing a short sleeved black with white polka dotted leotard and thick leg warmers around your ankles.

When Ari noticed your bare legs, he nearly tripped over his own two legs as his eyes roamed over your body. You did your best to hide your smile, but it didn’t work; blush creeping up from your neck and to your cheeks at his gaze.

The two of you had sex and fooled around off and on over the last six months. It was a great stress reliever, but it also made you go from falling in love with Ari, to full blown in love with him. Numerous times you wanted to talk to him about your feelings as you thought he might possibly reciprocate them as well. But you didn’t want to ruin a good thing you had going on, especially because you all were still there for the mission. Nevertheless, if there wasn’t a mission going, your mind was on Ari.

Once the routine was over, you gave Rachel a high five before grabbing a towel and water. The cold water felt wonderful on your parched throat as you downed the entire bottle. Finished with the water, you waved to the tourists and headed outside to the smallest building of the resort; the laundry room.

Each week everyone switched out chores and this week you were responsible for laundry. One thing you really loved about the resort was that except for the buildings with the rooms and the main lobby, there were no doors; only arches that brought forth the hot, yet breezy air from the sea.

Placing some of the dirty clothes into the washer, you began to hum to the song stuck in your head, ‘Hungry Like The Wolf’ By Duran Duran; your hips swaying back and forth as you piled in the clothes. Adding the soap, you shut the door to the washer and turned the dial to start; the machine coming alive with the vibrations of the water. A soft yelp left your lips as you turned around to see Ari leaning against the wall opposite you; his thick arms folded across his chest, a cunning grin on his face.

“Ari, you startled me,” you laughed breathlessly.

His eyes traveled the length of your body up and down before landing back on your eyes. His arms uncrossed and he took the few small steps to get to you, backing you up against the washer as his lips claimed yours. He began to nip at your lower lip and you opened your mouth, wanting to taste him. Your tongues massaged together, your hands threading through his chest hair as he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His hands cupped your face, tilting it to the side for a better angle and he swallowed your moan of desire.

Ari paused, pulling away; your lips just barely brushing against one another’s. Your head was swimming with the passion of the short kiss. His hips pushed into you and you could feel how hard he was.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he rasped out, lips brushing yours as he spoke. “This is how hard I got just watching you in that little outfit you’re wearing. Do you know how many of those men were ogling you during your workout?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt his lips at your neck. His hands left your face and trailed down your body to grip at your hips. In a swift movement, he placed you on the washer and you parted your legs for him to stand between them; his rock hard cock now hitting you perfectly against your clit and you could feel yourself growing wetter by the second.

“Ari,” you keened.

A dark chuckle came from him. “What is it baby? What do you need?” After all this time, it still never ceased to amaze you at how turned on you got when he called you baby in such a raspy voice.

“You,” you pleaded in a mumble. “I need you.”

In a moments time, he shimmied his shorts down to his ankles and then pulled you to the edge of the washing machine. The machine began to vibrate more heavily as it flipped to the spin cycle, making you cry out as the vibrations hit your core.

He pulled the bottom of your leotard to the side, his fingers trailing along your folds to already find you soaked for him. Ari wasted no time lining himself up before thrusting into you. Gripping him around the shoulders, you held onto him as he thrust rapidly into your core; your mouth at his neck where you began to suck on him to drown out your moans.

There was nothing like having sex with Ari; it was complete euphoria. He always made sure your needs were attended to before he finished. But today, the vibrations of the washing machine was helping with that. The vibrations sent tingles from your spine, spreading to the rest of your body as you hooked your legs around his waist.

“ShitshitshitSHIT!’ you mewled, feeling the coil begin to tighten in your lower abdomen. It was all too much; Ari’s thrusts, the vibrations beneath you. Your toes began to curl and you knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet. Your breathing became ragged, your eyes hooded as the coil snapped. Your head flung backwards and just as a scream ripped from your throat, Ari’s hand clamped around your mouth to drown out the noise as best as possible.

Your walls, along with the washing machine, vibrated, sending Ari over the edge as he stilled inside of you; his own grunts couldn’t be tamed as quiet as he hoped. His head was thrown back as you saw the ecstasy spread across his face. Slumping back onto the washing machine, you closed your eyes and willed that you could regain your breathing in time before anyone walked in on you two.

~~~

“What’s that?” Sammy said, pointing to the bruise you had left on Ari’s neck.

Ari scratched at the purple mark, turning to face his friend. “Nothing. What’s up man?”

Sammy laughed, shaking his head. “You tell me.”

He stilled his walking, just wanting to go back to his room and take a shower before Sammy stopped him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re falling for her aren’t you?” Sammy asked. Ari’s brows furrowed as he placed his hands on his lips. “Y/N. You’re falling in love with Y/N aren’t you?”

Ari scoffed as he began walking back to his room. “I don’t know what you are talking about man.”

“Oh don’t bullshit me Sammy,” he declared with a serious tone. He ran up ahead, stopping in front of Ari. “I’ve known you for how long?”

“Too long.”

“Yeah and I’ve seen the way you look at her. Fuck Ari, I never saw you look at your wife that way! Why don’t you just tell Y/N how you feel about her?”

“Soon to be ex-wife.” Ari looked to the ground. He wanted to, so many times. And he almost did on a few occasions. He had a feeling you felt the same way about him, but he didn’t want his feelings to cloud his judgement when it came to the mission. Sure, when you were at the village when the Hadandawa were there, he was terrified he’d lost you forever. And he couldn’t get enough of you when it came to the sex. But there was more to you than sex, so much more.

Turning to face his friend, he shook his head and scoffed. “You’re wrong Sammy.” Ari walked back to his room as he thought to himself. His friend was wrong; he wasn’t falling for you; he was already head over heels in love with you.

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Choking On Sapphires 90

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Title & Song: Right Back Where We Started From

Summary: Genevieve has her Bat Mitzah, a grand celebration with everyone important to her. But Alfie uses the opportunity to turn the already memorable night into something she'll never forget. Song is Maxine Nightingale - Right Back Where We Started From

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF. Bat Mitzvah. LOTS OF FEELINGS. A LOOOOONG awaited chapter.

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Another Shabbat passes and Genevieve finds herself becoming more and more preoccupied with the planning of her bat mitzvah ceremony. Although simple compared to a traditional bar mitzvah, as she didn’t want to ruffle any feathers with the orthodox and read from the Torah, she still had plenty to plan and worry about. Currently, the location being the biggest concern.

another sigh escapes her, Alfie had lost count of how many now. She hurriedly flipped through the notebook she’d been using to lay out her plans. The little leather-bound book hadn’t left her side for weeks. It was full of speech bullet points and notes for her chosen subject to speak about but she was currently stuck on the list of places left she could choose from. The options were dwindling by the day as they became booked. Every night Alfie would watch her tap her pen on the top line, a sad limp mark through her first pick for where to have her ceremony and party, but she’d been declined.

But he was always the close observer and decided to try his hand at giving her an early bat mitzvah gift. The first of many to come.

“Ya gonna bore a hole in ‘at if ya keep tappin' at it so.” He remarks with glasses sliding down his nose as he side-eyed her from his reclined position.

“I’m feeling so very indecisive about the location.” She sighed out frantically for the umpteenth time that evening. “I have everything else I want but...nothing feels RIGHT.” She clenches a theatrical fist in her conviction.

“You aren’t used to being told no.” He states it as the fact it is.

“I’m afraid I am entirely serious.” She retorts with a frown. “I have full power to customize this but the one thing I want I cannot have. It’s frustrating when this means so much to me.” Her face was round and pouting, pursed lips he thought were rather soft and precious when she was angry.

“I know love, I know. But ya can have whatever you like really. Just gotta know how to get it.” He gives her a pat to her knee in support.

“You would think with how much I’m paying for all this.” She huffs. “This is on par with one of my birthday parties.” She reflects. “Good thing we skipped that this year.” She grumbles. “I’m so perplexed. I’m paying for all this to not get what I actually want.”

“You’re paying for everythin'?” He challenges with an out of place smile.

Gen gives him a look that judges his intellect. “Yes, clearly. I haven’t asked you for so much as a pound have I?”

“I wish someone had told me this before I went and paid for the venue then. Shame, that.” He shakes his head.

“Alfie. I haven’t chosen. My word, have you not been listening at all?”

“You have chosen though. You wanted the museum.”

“And they told me no.” She responds with flushed cheeks. “Repeatedly.” she lets out a frustrated whine.

“Well, I wish someone had informed me of that before I paid for the bloody thing.” He responds to her blustery rant with a confusing indifference.

“Alfie? Are you okay? Are you smelling oranges dear because you are making no sense.” She places the back of her hand to his head.

“I’m makin' perfect sense if you’d just calm down and listen.” He chuckles.

“You said for the museum.” She states again. “But it’s not available.” She insists.

“Say that first part again. Forget the last.” He instructs with high brows as he sets his book aside. The poor thing was so distraught over her rejection she couldn’t see he was handing her the answer to her problems.

“You paid for the museum.” She rushes out.

“Yeah. And again. Slow it down pet, think of the words.” He keeps a fully amused look on his face.

“You paid for the museum.” She repeats slowly. “But…?” Her brows furrowed in question.

“I paid for the museum. For you to have the bat mitzvah ceremony there, love. I asked them and with a bit of persuasion, they said yes. You’re gonna have the museum.” He has to clarify in basic terms for her rapid-fire brain to grasp onto.

She blinks in a rush of realization. “You got the..?” She stammers.

“You have your heart set on it and I was tired of watching you lament every night about not getting it. This is important and I want it to be as close to perfect as it can for ya.”

“You…?” She whispers.

“Yes. With some exhortation, I managed to talk them into it.”

“You…?” She stammers again.

“Oui.” He lets out a laugh this time. “dois-je le dire en français pour que vous compreniez?”

“Oh Alfie, darling.” She coos, one hand to her chest and the other to his cheek.

“That’s more like it.” He smirks, reaching to hold her hand and kiss it.

“Oh bless you Alfie, you thoughtful man.”

“Nah. I just pay attention’s all. Not gonna let me own woman not have the bat mitzvah she wants. What sort of man would I be?”

“You wouldn’t be Alfie Solomons.” She smirks softly and kisses his cheek.

“Fuckin right love” he grunts and nods.

She chuckles against his cheek. “Oh, darling you’ve made me so happy.” She coos and nuzzles her nose into his ear. “Shall have to start calling you, Sweet Solomons.” She grins and kisses his cheek.

“Oh go on Genny.” He puts on a mean face but soaks up the affection. With her hands in his beard and hair, she turns his face to hers.

“Thank you. I love you. This means the world to me, darling.”

“I’m glad you’re happy.”

“And all because of you.”

“Was nothin'.”

“And modest! My goodness!” She chuckles and squeezes his cheeks, giving him a soft and affectionate kiss to his pouted lips.

“Man's gotta have his values.”

“Even a man like you.” She kisses him again and speaks softly.

“Even me.” He answers in a muffled voice before she takes her time, slow kisses to his plush lips that make him hum with content.

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Gen stood tall on her pedestal in her closet, Freddie tending to the last minute adjustments for the embellished gown he’d created for her.

“These stones are being little buggers.” He mutters, keeping his thin face focused on the hem of the silk and beaded gown. It fell to the floor in a pearlescent puddle around her feet, Sheer little sleeves and a silver hue throughout that made her skin and hair stand out against its paleness.

“I can’t say enough good fings bout it, Fred.” Alfie captures their attention as he comes in freshly showered, slicked and perfumed with his trousers and white shirt on.

“You could try.” He smirks and Alfies face is kind and amused. The dress fit her like a glove, a band of embellishment around her waist and everything loose and flowing around her, she looked like an angel. He wasn’t one to get emotional about such things but perhaps the significance of the occasion was wearing the old boy down. He’d heard Gen practicing her speech, speaking of growth and change and finding meaning in the chaos of life and perhaps he was swayed to reflect himself. Tonight was a rather important night for both of them.

“Would you think it brash of me to suggest some pieces for you to wear with this, Chanah?” Her only been calling her by her given name all day and Gen couldn’t find it in herself to mind. She watches him looking through the glass-topped drawers at her collection of jewels.

“As long as I retain the right to turn them down, Certainly no.” She gives him a warm smile as she stays still for the sake of Fred’s sanity.

“‘Course.” He says obviously with his usually gruff tone. “I only had suggestions. I saw that dress and thought of certain pieces as soon as my eyes took it in.” He elaborates with a shaking hand as he moves about the circular space and collects pieces in his hands.

“I think that has it for now. I’ll have my kit with me all night. Won't have you looking a bead out of place if I can help it. Tonight’s too important. You’ll have photographs and I refuse to have you look anything short of angelic.” Freddie speaks with a pointed finger as he gathers a small satchel with beads, stones, and thread.

“It is gorgeous and it will be perfect. Thank you, Cheri.”

“Don’t make me cry just yet.” He protests with an exasperated voice as she takes his hand and kisses it.

“Not yet.” She shakes her head and pats his hand before releasing it.

“I’m off to change. I’ll be at the door waiting for you for the last check before your entry.”

“Lovely.” She says softly as she runs her hands down the textured surface of the gown.

Distracted, Fred has a whirling list of things to do in a short amount of time and is muttering to himself as he leaves.

“He’s a mess, bless him. He doesn’t handle sentimental occasions very gracefully.” Gen observes with a fond by pitying expression.

“He has a lot of heart, that Fred.” Alfie nods and agrees. “But I wanted to speak of yours while we had a moment, love.” His voice is cool and even, demanding her to him as he holds out his hand and she steps off the raised platform.

“What of it Ari?” She implores with inquisitive eyes.

“I wanted to give some significance tonight to what you wore. Jewels wise. I wanted to bring a bit of me into the ensemble. Even if it is a bit of a prick thing to say on such an occasion now that I say it out loud.”

Genevieve smiles and insists he’s incorrect with a shaking head, her long hair cascading down her shoulders. “Don’t be silly. You were so crucial in getting to this point. I value your input so please share.” She holds both his hands in hers and gives them a squeeze.

“As you wish, my love.” He gives her a rather formal nod and turns to start with one piece. “I would like to first recommend Sapphires for such an occasion.” Be announces loudly as if he were presenting to a group, But only Genevieve was in his company. “I believe your favorite stone, Yeah?” She nods with a gentle smile as he brings forth a ring she knows well. “I would suggest this first.” He puts the ring onto her finger and holds her hand, the warmth was felt not only through his skin but in the mild crinkle around his eyes as he spoke. “You wore this the first night you accompanied me out. I couldn’t make up me mind if I wanted to stare at you or your jewels and that is sayin’ somethin’ Both for your taste and your beauty, love.”

She leans forward to kiss his cheek and gives him a smile that disarms him as her soft hands rub against his hardened ones. “I’ll always remember that night.” She speaks softly. “Lovely choice.” She praises.

“And ‘is. A bit farther down the line.” He holds the long and weighted large sapphire stone encased in a halo of tiny diamonds. “You wore this the night I took you to the opera.”

“The night I cried like a baby at the show.” She huffs out a laugh to herself.

“The night I found myself truly mesmerized by you, love. Such softness under that wild exterior. Like a weeping angel, you were, yeah?” He gives a gentle pat to her cheek and she nuzzles into it with a soft kiss. “The last. So far the most important.” He begins with the teardrop Sapphires earrings that dangle from Diamond studs. “Our trip to Paris.” He says with a fond nostalgia in his voice. He puts them on her with strong and steady hands. “My promise to never make you cry real tears, only those of stone.” He pauses and takes her hands again. “I’ve not kept that promise I’m afraid.” He frowns.

“We cannot know the future Ari. As badly as we might want to. You know anything that caused me to shed tears that you caused is forgiven. You’ve only ever had my best interests at heart. That’s worth more than the mere falling of tears.” She squeezes his hands and he nods, not fighting her on it and deeply Proud of her understanding of him and their life together. “I recall it as the best time I’ve ever had with a man in Paris. When we told one another we loved the other.” She speaks softly from the heart and puts her hand to his cheek. “Where we danced by the Seine and played pretend like children to be married.” She sighs, her eyes misty at the fond memories.

“Oi, I recall. You becomin' my real-life fantasy of Lily Lafitte.” He gives her a soft smile.

“The only man I’ve ever introduced to uncle as well.” She adds with a nod of her chin.

“Speak of the Devil,” He smirks, “He and your mum will be there today.”

“Really?” Her band drops to his chest and her eyes go wide. “Mother wasn’t sure if she’d be able to, What with George being difficult with her leaving.”

“I believe a promise from Altar Lafitte when I hear it. He and Alma will be here this evening.”

“Oh, Ari.”She tears up and wraps her arms around his neck. “You’ve made everything so perfect already. I’ll be owing you after tonight.” She teases and kisses his cheek.

“It’s nothin if it’s to make you happy Chanah. You know within reason and reality I’d do anyfin' to make you so, yeah?”

“You lovey gentleman. You absolute mensch.” She nuzzles her nose against his. “I couldn’t think of a single thing you could do to make me happier tonight.” She whispers as she kisses him gently.

“There’s always somethin', Chanah.” He smiles and kisses her cheek innocently. “Always more I can do for a woman like you.”

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Her entrance was dramatic with musical accompaniment in the grand style she was known for. The lights hitting her gown just right in the golden hour as she ascended the decorated stone steps. Alfie stood in her shadow and watched as she was received by every sort of Jewish folk in London. Altar brought a few of the French family members and the east end roughians that worked for Alfie got to stay as long as they behaved. The posh wealth were in attendance as well, some out of good wishes and some to see if things would fall apart, either was fine with Alfie if they were giving her money.

Her art of religious text was spotted throughout the room, some for sale and others just for show. Flowers cascaded over columns and tables as the smell of lavender filled the air with their pastel palette warmed by late summer heat. The tall room with its giant windows and painted ceiling were a perfect setting to the important ceremony, stained glass cascading down jewel-toned light as the sun set and Genevieve became a woman.

After being greeted with loud hugs and kisses by some she hadn’t seen since she was a child. A beaming Altar and a weeping with joy Alma allow her to be pried from their grasp by Alfie who adjusts her jewels and tenderly asks if she’s ready.

Genevieve Chanah Lafitte was formally inducted into the community with a short but praising introduction by her mentor Rabbi Gold. She gave a beautiful speech, all tying back to her studies and Rabbi Golds teachings over the past year or so. She spoke of growth and change, of tradition and finding one’s place in the world. She ghosts over the bad, only mentioning she hasn’t had an easy sort of life. She tells tales of the good with a charming smile. She chooses to focus on her mitzvah project and how they would be continuing after tonight. The teaching of all religions, the scholarships for Jewish girls, the importance of health and education among the youth and women of the community that she was choosing to focus her efforts on. She told of when she was a young girl, lost and lonely, and how the Jewish community embraced her and gave her a life. Altar pretended he wasn’t crying but Alma fully embraces the emotion of the night. Genevieve ends with mentions of donating to her scholarship and the charities she works with, as well as thanking her closest friends and colleges, Freddie, Claire, Aggie and Alfie among them.

Then came the other speeches as she took her seat at the table with those loved ones she’d just thanked on the stage.

Altar boomed and demanded cheers, telling of knowing she was special from the moment he held her. How he could not be more proud of the woman she had become. Alma confesses this night was her most wild dreams coming true as she had always wanted her most special daughter to find her place in the world and know her people and where she came from. She cries and so does her daughter, emotional tears run in the family. Aggie gives a very short speech sharing the same sentiment as Alma, how she thought of her as her own daughter and as everyone else had, she expresses how proud she is. Claire, much to Gens surprise also speaks and keeps it brief as is her way of doing things. She gets as sentimental as Claire can, calling Gen not only a business partner but a life long friend and sister to her, and that she was looking forward to what the next thirty years brought for them. Fred threatens stories of her wild youth but refrains with a laugh. Calling her a friend and confidant and even if he wasn’t Jewish, he was glad to know there was a warm community to keep her while they lived so far apart. Then came Alfie.

He had been preparing for this night for some time, a lifetime it felt now. He was so gifted at demanding the attention of a room he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to make a show of it all. He stood straight, hands accompanying his endearment and his voice rich and deep and full of affection for the woman of the hour. “I know, as a man, that I am lucky to have a woman like Chanah. And I want you to know that us, as a people, are lucky to call her our own. She has the capacity for tenderness which astounds me every day. Especially with some of the lot she has to work with. I include myself in that. She is brilliant. Smart, fierce, funny and not as important but it is worth mentioning that she is rather easy on the eyes. I have no doubt she will be a pillar for our community. Through her words and actions she is everything a Jewish woman should aspire to be, educated, charitable and strong. A survivor, as we all are and continue to be. I am honored to have a part in her story that brought her to us. Although I will take no credit for any of her achievements. She was already successful when I met her and since she has only grown in leaps and bounds both personally and professionally. We are proud to call you ours, love. And I am even more proud to call a woman like you mine.”

Gen was holding it together, crying but not weeping as Alma currently was into Aggie's shoulder. Altar sat proud and impressed, watching Alfie kiss her cheek and her beam at him with love and admiration. With his hand in hers, he closes out with telling the room to donate, give gifts and eat and be merry. It was a joyous occasion and they’d paid enough for everything so make good use of it. His humor as always comes through and the crowd chuckles and moves, conversations floating about and food being eaten, wine drinking and money changing hands. Gen is embraced with warmth and love, hugs and kisses, thanks and congratulations from all who came across her. She was lost in a whirlwind of praises in English, Hebrew, and Yiddish and was proud to understand each one. Altar networks, as is his way and the women closest to her all huddle like hens and reflect on the hard work they all put in to make Gen who she is. The room is full of life and love and Gen feels full in a way she never had before. A feeling of belonging, of completion and family that made her heart so full it ached in her chest. As the crowd settles into its groups, laughter, and discussions all weaving in and out as she moved about the space, Alfie finds her and takes her hand to pull her from the praising current she was swept away in.

“Might I have ya back now?” He smiles. “I surrendered you to the mob and it seems they’ve all feasted on you enough for now.”

“When the wine kicks in it’ll start back up.” She chuckles and moves to his side without hesitation.

“How about we let them marinate in it then eh? We’ve got plenty to see away from them yeah? And I’d like a moment with you on a night like this. Call me greedy but I rather like Keeping you to myself.” He teases as they lock arms and move to the edge of the room towards some hard looking lads by a velvet rope. “Boys.” Alfie nods and one pulls the rope back.

“Are we allowed back here?” She whispers and looks over her shoulder.

“I got the whole bloody museum love. Just didn’t want no one wandering about, wanted you to have all the attention and have the whole place to yourself. Which is what those rather rough lads were doin' there.” He motions back with his hand as they walk into a dim hallway.

“Never been here with everything so dark. Almost spooky.” She gives a small giggle as her hands rest on his arm.

“I had them light candles for ya love. I thought it’d be interesting to see it in a different light.”

“It’s lovely daring thank you.” She coos at him softly.

“How’s about we go to France eh? Your favorite?”

“Yes please.” She nods enthusiastically.

Only their footsteps echoed as he guided her through the flickering light in the hallways, towards a brighter room that housed the paintings she loved most.

“Monet is the one you like so much innit? The one you’re always on about when you’re out by the pond painting?”

“Yes, I love his work. So dreamy.” She sighs as they round the corner to the room and she stops and stares at the state of the room. “Oh my God.” Alfie stops and lets her take it in. The entirety of Monet's Water Lillie’s in its massive form. But it wasn’t only that that caused her to blink with disbelief. “Alfie.” She exhales softly as her eyes widen and dilate at the splendor of the view around her. The long and tall Water Lillie’s sit center as smaller paintings take up the rest of the space on the walls, but what covered the rest of the usually white space were flowers. Of every pastel color and variation, all surrounding paintings of similar tones as if the colors were bleeding off the canvas and onto the floor.

“I wanted something special for you tonight love.” He spews softly as her eyes flutter shut and she breathes in the floral perfume that filled the space.

“You’ve already done so much.” Her voice breaks, weak and breathy praise as she grips his arm in her hands unconsciously.

“Always more to be done. Like I said.” He fusses back as he moves her slowly into the room as she looked rather overwhelmed. “I told the florists I wanted the whole room covered, wanted it to look like they were coming to life for you.”

“It does. It is. It’s...breathtaking I don’t even know what to say.”

“That you love it and I kept it a surprise.” He smirks and she gives him a huge smile.

“I love it. Adore it. I had...no clue. Not even an inkling.” She enthuses, impressed. “It’s...like a dream. And such a beautiful and artistic take on an installation Alfie, you brilliant man.”

“I wanted tonight to be about your dreams comin' true. You talk about wantin' to get lost in those paintin’s, and I wanted to give ya that.”

She shakes her head and her mouth stays open and stutters. “I don’t...I just.” She stands dumbfounded. “It’s brilliant. Genius. Perfect.” She holds a hand to her chest now to steady her heart. She had been so caught up in her work and planning she had given Alfie room to plan something himself in her whirlwind of plans and appointments. She stood awe struck and speechless in the glowing light of hundreds of blooms. She recalled no other time in her life she had ever been.

“Since I finally have you alone. I did want to say a few things I couldn’t earlier. Or rather I don't fink you’d want me too.” He chuckles and takes both her hands into his as he holds her attention in the center of an artificial field of flowers. “The first time I had to make an apology to you, I used flowers.”

“I’ll never forget it. Just as I’ll never forget this.” She speaks so sweetly, squeezing his hands. “I remember feeling so much when I kissed you. How I didn’t want to stop.” She sighs and swoons and puts her hand to his cheek. “I do wonder often in my moments of reflection of how we came to be how long it truly has been that I’ve loved you. Ari.” She tiptoes and kisses his lips softly. “Sometimes it feels like I always did. I can’t recall a time in which I didn’t at least find you special.”

“From that first night I met you. In that gaudy golden club sitting next to Tommy. You are even more beautiful to me now than you were then, and I would’ve said that was impossible.”

“You were so handsome. So funny and cheeky.”

“You were full of clever wit and a smart mouth. Bold and fearless to put me down.”

“The brown was fucking awful.” She says with a low turn of her voice and he laughs out loud at her.

“And you’ve never shied from telling me a truthful opinion.”

“You’re a strong man. You can take it. Easy to see from the beginning.”

“Aye, but you are stronger, love.” He kisses her forehead. “And of the things you’ve had to face that prove time and time again that you are tougher and more resilient than I could ever claim to be… I wanted this tonight to act as another apology. For all the bad I’ve brought into your life, whether my own doin' or by relation.”

“We’re here now. We don’t have to dwell on it. Always forward.” She insists. “If it means having you and what we have I know I will always find it in me to forgive you.”

“I’m not worthy of your lovely heart.” He speaks softly.

“Luckily for me that isn’t up to you to decide.” She smiles.

“I am so proud of you. For tonight. For tomorrow and yesterday. In all the company I’ve kept in my life, I have never met someone like you before. No one has your spark, your imagination, and cleverness. Of all the minds I’ve known, yours is my favorite and I never tire of knowing you. I’m always left wanting more.”

She flushes in her cheeks and gets an almost bashful look on her face.

“There’s no one else on this fuckin miserable earth that I love as much as you. No one id rather work with or be with. No one else that keeps me interested and always wanting more from them. You are one of a kind, I truly believe that.”

“Ari.” He voices cracks as she wipes at her eyes with both hands and he shifts his weight.

“Which is why I have an offer to make you.”

“An offer?” She asks with soft eyes and an inquisitive voice as she expects papers to come from his pockets, but only a flat and rectangular box held out and presented.

“This.” He opens the box, inside, a bracelet that completes the set of jewels she wears. A row of round and shining Sapphires and diamonds.

She covers her mouth and the stones catch the light and reflect in her eyes.

“An offer of this for a commitment.”

He sees it in her eyes she’s still unsure of everything he was leading up to.

“Genevieve Chanah Lafitte.” He begins with a clearing of his throat. “Would you accept this gift and in return make the commitment to me, Alfred Ari Solomons in the form of marriage?”

He could swear he saw her heart stop for a moment. She choked with surprise. Which admittedly he’d wanted it to be. She blinks rapidly and he sees her mind working behind her eyes in frantic and unexpected chaos. “Y-Yes.” She manages to force out, heart in her throat and frozen there. “Yes. Yes! Of course I would I-YES!” She lets out in an ecstatic expression of joy and laughter as the tears gather in her eyes.

“Then with this,” He puts the heavy stones around her wrist. “You will be Mrs. Alfie Solomons. The other half to my soul, with my promise to love and cherish, to provide for and support you for the rest of our lives.”

She stares in disbelief still. Finally meeting his eyes and looking away from the stones. “Alfie I... this is...it's perfect. I love you. It would be a blessing to be able to join my soul to yours. A pairing no one except God Could tear apart.” Her heart was overflowing, as were her eyes, bless her. She cries and he holds her, feeling her against him in this perfect moment, acceptance and peace fill his mind. A promise to be joined as one, a partnership that could not be broken, something solid and stable in the life of his that was anything but. She was a constant, a confidant, a friend, and lover and now soon to be officially his other half to complete himself in the eyes of his peers and God. She had him feeling things he hadn’t since he was a boy as she kissed his face and thanked him, whispered of how happy he made her, how perfect the night was.

He dries her tears, a warm smile as she sniffles and gazed up at him with love in her eyes. “Would you like to announce it?”

“It would be a good time to.” She nods. “But could you, I’m a mess.” She laughs and puts her forehead on his chest.

“Nothing would make me happier.” He kisses her head and rubs her back before calming her and heading back toward the stage.

“A final announcement to close out the evening.” His voice books over the room as the happy and mostly tipsy group swung their heads his way. “I must admit my loves bat mitzvah was not the only thing I had planned tonight. And I, or I should say WE now, are very happy and I am very proud once again to announce, that our woman of the evening, Miss Genevieve Chanah here has accepted my proposal and will soon be my wife.” The cheers make her cry all over again. Altar slams his fists on the table he sits and yells in excitement, Aggie and Alma sob into each other’s blouses. Another wave of love and support wash across the room. “So as we wind down to a close tonight, I would like to thank you all for coming, Thank Genevieve for accepting and being exactly what a man like me needs in a wife and we will be seeing you at the wedding. L'CHaim He raises a glass left on the table and a reply of the same and various mazle tov's jumble in the air.

They are both embraced and congratulated, Altar squeezing Alfie and patting his back so hard he coughed before kissing his head. Gen was certain in that moment, surrounded by happiness and well wishes and those she loved the most that every bad thing in her life had been worth it for this feeling. She’d never known such contentment, such love. And it had all brought her to where she was now, and she felt thankful and hopeful. Knowing this feeling, this love existed made her certain that no matter what life threw her way that she could overcome it. Especially now that she wouldn’t ever be alone again.

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thecharmingknightemma · 4 years ago

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10 people I’d like to know better

tagged by: @norringtxn

tagging: @fairestmusesofthemall @firstlove-thesea @thexforgottenxones @anyone who wants to do it!

ONE ( ALIAS / NAME ): ele! which is my internet name but after so many years it just feels like MINE

TWO ( BIRTHDAY ): april 1st 1989!

THREE ( ZODIAC SIGN ): aries

FOUR ( HEIGHT ): 5′’2 (160cm)

FIVE ( HOBBIES ): writing, reading even if i’m doing it less lately because roleplaying gives me more, watching tvshows, playing videogames. if my computer worked/was one of tose expensive one with lots of ram etc I’d probably make videos and more gifs

SEVEN ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ): the black tower saga and the talisman by stephen king, jurassic park 1 and 2, lord of the rings saga, the light fantastic by Pratchett, probably more I can’t think of right now

EIGHT( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ): x arthur and gwen romantic suite while I was writing the reply for norringtxn lol

NINE ( LAST FILM WATCHED ): I tried to watch the Harley Quinn one to see what it was about but too much gore so I noped out. Whic means the last was pirates of the caribbeans 3

TEN ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ): if this means what inspired me to write her, it was my wish to imagine and write what Emma would be like if raised by her loving weird family. If what inspires me with threads... probably scenes from tvshows and songs?

ELEVEN ( MEANING BEHIND YOUR URL ): it’s very straightforward but charming is also a pun because she does charm people but she’s also Prince Charming’s daughter? sorta pun lol

#about me

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goddessofthundathighs · 5 years ago

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VII: WAITING

Suggested Listenings/Songs Mentioned: Overstimulated x Jhené Aiko; Loaded Gun x 6LACK; New Apartment x Ari Lennox

A/N: Instead of writing a separate chapter, the prompt that you picked is in this one @heybriheyyy!

The sound of heels clicking against the black and gold marble floors of the hallway alerted Erik of Skylar’s arrival. The pair had agreed to meet in his office for lunch to discuss his date with O’Shea and other methods of therapy he could implement going forward. For this to be merely a meeting among friends, she was dressed to kill sporting an ivory turtleneck sweater and black pinstripe pencil skirt that hugged her physique in all the right places. On her feet were a pair of black Priyadora Louboutin open-toe sandals and her signature gold wire-rimmed glasses held their usual place atop her head.

She walked in and shut the door behind her, a silent cue for Harper to cancel his appointments for at least the next hour.

“First of all, you’re an ass for leaving her the way you did. I understand that you were upset at her for laughing, but you could’ve handled that so much better.” Erik dropped his head. Though he rectified the situation, he knew that there was no way he would be able to escape Sky’s wrath about how he reacted to his phallus getting caught in Shea’s braces.

“I fixed it!” he declared, throwing his hands up in the air in defeat.

“Oh I know. Disney, huh?” Her lips were twisted into a knowing smirk, much to Erik’s disdain.

“It’s not what you think,” he lied unsuccessfully.

“Oh it’s exactly what I think, Stevens. You’re falling for her.”

“I am not.”

“Then what do you call it?” He paused for a moment, avoiding her face at all cost. He was reluctant to speak because it was a question he had been asking himself ever since he dropped O’Shea off at home the previous Friday. Sky must’ve sensed his dilemma because her demeanor softened as she took a seat in the chair across from him.

“Ok, let’s try this approach: why are you so drawn to her? Is it personal or purely experimental?”

“Is it selfish to say both?”

“Not entirely. Elaborate.”

“I can say that I like her, but it’s the way that I like her and the reasons why that is a mystery at the moment. On a personal level, she’s incredibly smart and beautiful. She challenges me much like you do and I genuinely like being in her company. On a professional level, I’m curious to how each of her personalities react in a true relationship setting. I could use that information to possibly determine why her past relationships failed and ensure that it doesn’t happen again.”

Skylar listened intently as Erik explained before giving her insight to the situation.

“That may be well and good but the fact still remains that she is a patient and a colleague of mine. Are you prepared to completely cross that line or do you want to solely as a means of furthering your research?” She didn’t give him a chance to answer as she continued her lecture. “Furthermore, if you choose the latter, are you prepared to handle the possible blowback? As free as you are with your methods there is still the review board to report to and they will ensure that every step you take is well documented down to the flavor of lube.. and ETHICAL. Tread very softly. I don't wanna see you lose your license over some emotional bullshit that could easily be straightened out.”

“That’s actually the part that scares me the most. I need to figure something out and fast.” Skylar agreed before grabbing her bag.

“Well let me know what you come up with,” she replied as she began making her way out of the office, leaving Erik with his wayward thoughts. He pulled out his phone and scrolled through the text thread between he and O’Shea, chuckling to himself at their playful banter.

“What are you doing to me, Ms. Powell?” he spoke aloud with a sly smile, completely oblivious to the woman that now occupied his office.

“Dr. Stevens?” the young woman spoke, her soft voice causing him to lift his head. She sported a black biker jacket with blue jeans and timberland boots, her hair a curly mess atop her head.

“Yes, how may I help you?” he asked as he sat back in his chair.

“My name is Oya Ramirez. We spoke on the phone briefly the other day.”

“Oh yes, Ms. Ramirez, please have a seat.” Though her smile was bright, her eyes held pain. He could tell that life hadn’t exactly been good to her, but she was trying to make the best out of a bad situation.

“What brings you by, Ms. Ramirez?” he inquired as he sat up straight and grabbed a pen.

“Well, as of late, I've been having trouble achieving orgasms. I know what I like and I know all of the things necessary to get me to that point, but nothing seems to be working. I’ve scared off all of my usual partners because they say that my sex drive is too high and it’s unattractive, which I find absolutely ridiculous.” He looked up with one eyebrow raised, staring at her as though he’d seen a ghost. Everything she said was exactly what O’Shea had told him on their first meeting and he was starting to wonder if he were being Punk’d.

“I read this article in a psychology magazine about how you help women with that sort of thing and I was wondering if you could help me.” Erik couldn’t tell if it was fate or if God had a twisted sense of humor, but this was exactly the sort of thing he needed. He could use the treatment methods he used on O’Shea as a placebo to see if they would truly be practical enough to incorporate into his usual routine. Maybe leveling the playing field would also help him gain clarity of the O’Shea situation.

“Alright Ms. Ramirez, what are your kinks?” As she rattled off the list, he learned that she was a bratty lesbian looking for a dom to tame her.

“Well Ms. Ramirez, my schedule is pretty full at the moment, however, here’s my business partner’s card. She’ll be more than happy to assist you with your needs.”

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“A business trip? For how long?” O’Shea pouted from her seat across from his desk.

“It’s only going to be a week, but in that week I want us to not contact one another. Instead, I want you to try and implement other methods to destress.”

“Did I do something? Was it something I said?” Buttercup begged in a tone so pitiful it almost made Erik cancel the whole trip and cradle her in his arms like the baby she was. He could see Sky in the back of his mind shaking her head and he could hear her saying, "Unhealthy attachment. Transference." And this is exactly why I need to go. We both need clarity.

“I’m not abandoning you, Princess. Trust me, this time next week we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled program and I’ll even have new things for us to try.”

O'Shea blinked at the thought of something new and interesting brought in specifically for her, curiosity softening the blow of temporary abandonment. Afterall, it was only a week and she'd gone longer without attention. She could probably do it again.

The thought crossed her mind to call up Cameron or Michael, past contacts she'd usually turn to in moments when she needed something quick. Neither Bennie, Buttercup, or Bianca would be satisfied, but at least O'Shea would be getting something. However, just as soon as the thought came, it left again. They just weren't worth it, besides there was something sexy and a little charming about waiting. Maybe distance would make their hearts grow fonder.

“Okay, I guess I can deal with that. Just don’t be tryna replace me while you’re gone,” she fake pouted.

“Someone sounds possessive,” he teased as he lead her out of his office, his hands by his side as to not complicate things further. She merely smiled, and continued out to her car, trying hard not to let the bratty beast within her loose before their little experiment had even began.

“Not possessive, just confident. There’s only one O’Shea Powell, Dr. Stevens. Have a safe trip.”

With that, she slid into the driver’s seat of her Benz and drove off into the sunset, leaving Erik yearning to be in her presence once again.

Crushing the line // cutting the line // crossing the line// Bumps in the night // Got me over here overstimulated // Crushing the line // cutting the line // crossing the line // Bumps in the night // Got me, got me over here, over

The first day without Erik was quiet. O’Shea went to work and back home and curled up with a book to ease her mind, her Something Chill playlist playing softly in the background. Though she didn’t want to believe that it was her fault that Erik had left, that’s where her mind kept drifting. She tried to convince herself that their interactions were nothing more than patient/client, she couldn’t ignore the obvious. Regardless of what was going on, no one would willingly purchase a Pandora bracelet or any other token of affection if there weren’t some feelings involved. Could it be that he too felt what she was feeling and was distancing himself to put those feelings into clarity? If so, then why wouldn’t they just talk things out like adults? Separation only gives way to doubt and doubt ruins everything. O’Shea sighed and closed her book. This week was about to be a long one.

“Ade due Damballa, give me the power I beg of you! Leveau mercier du bois chaloitte. Seciose entinne mais pois de morte. Morteisma--”

“Girl, what the hell are you doing?” O’Shea stopped mid-chant and opened one eye to find Skylar standing over her, one eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“I was tryna bring my nigga back, damn,” O’Shea pouted, placing the Pandora bracelet back on her wrist. Skylar doubled over in laughter at the meek woman before her. Erik had only been gone 2 days and she was already acting crazy.

“First of all, stop it, you look stupid. That only works for the transference of spirits and you need the actual Heart of Damballa in order for it to work.”

“I keep forgetting you a wholeass Creole voodoo priestess in your spare time,” O’Shea remarked, pulling out her sketchbook to draw more prototypes.

“And you’re acting like a lovesick puppy.”

“I don’t know what it is, Sky. Like aside from the bomb ass head, I actually miss our conversations. He listened to me, made me laugh. Hell he was the first man in a while that actually cared about how my day was going and how I was feeling throughout the day. I know that’s his job as a therapist and all, but something about it seemed different.”

“Do you think you’re possibly starting to grow feelings for him?”

“Absolutely not!” Shea lied. In actuality, it was a thought she’d mulled over several times since their Disney adventure.

“Why do y’all insist on lying to me? Tell me what’s going on with you,” Sky said, pulling up a chair beside her. O’Shea sighed heavily, not really wanting to expose her true feelings, but Skylar wasn’t just anyone. She was a confidant and also a neutral source. If anyone could help Shea sort through her emotions, it would be her.

“I honestly don’t know how to explain it. Like on one hand, he’s strictly my therapist. Someone more than qualified to help me address my current issues and find and adequate solution. On the other hand, he’s Erik. An incredibly smart and equally handsome man that has put me in my place more times in the last few months than I can remember. I haven’t even laid eyes on the dick yet and I’m already acting like a prized poodle in the Westminster Kennel Club. When he says jump, I want to ask how high and that scares me. Instead of being turned off or annoyed by my little personalities, he embraces and nurtures them in a healthy way and I’m having a hard time distinguishing whether he’s this way because he genuinely wants to be or because, as a doctor, he has to be.” Skylar nodded, absorbing everything that O’Shea had to say before adding her two cents.

“So, I’ll ask again, are you growing feelings him? Before you answer, think about this: if you are growing feelings, are you capable of continuing a professional relationship with him if those feelings aren’t reciprocated?” O’Shea hadn’t thought about the fact that Erik may not feel the same and hearing it now had her stomach in knots. Skylar sensed her dilemma and continued her speech.

“Now I’m not asking this to scare you or to send you off the deep end with your emotions, but I’m being realistic. I honestly think you two need time apart so you both can get clarity of the situation as well as come to terms with whatever y’all are both feeling towards one another.

“He’s going to Wakanda for a week. He suggested that we not call or text one another the entire trip, something about finding other methods to destress.” Leave it to Erik to already be three steps ahead.

“Good. While he’s gone, I have a yoga class I think you’ll be interested in and we can go together.”

“Eww, I hate yoga,” Shea complained.

“You’ll enjoy this, trust me.”

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The sunset in Wakanda was always the most beautiful part of visiting his aunt and cousins. It had been a few years since he’d visited the advanced nation and each time, something new caught his attention. This time, it was the customizations she had made to T’Challa’s Black Panther suit that caught his eye. She had added a stealth mode, meaning he could go invisible if needed be when he was in battle. His younger cousin never ceased to amaze him with her genius nature. One he’d gotten his belongings put away, he set out to find his aunt Ramonda. She was his second mother and if anyone could help him gain clarity of his current predicament, it was her. He found her seated in the floating tea room that overlooked the lush garden at the center of the palace. It was her one of her favorite places in the palace. She always came here when she wanted to get away and clear her head. She was adorned in a white Wakandan lace robe with a matching headdress.

“Auntie, can I talk to you about something?” She beamed, giving him a knowing smile before beckoning him to sit down beside her. She took his hand into her own and squeezed it gently, letting him know that he could speak freely.

“Tell me about her,” was all she said, noting the troubled look in his eyes.

“Who said a girl was involved?” She stared up at him incredulously before chuckling.

“You ask that as though I do not know you, N’Jadaka. You’ve checked your phone every 10 minutes since you got here and I can always read the trouble behind your eyes. Now, tell me about her.” He sighed, hating that he could never hide anything from his aunt.

“It’s one of my clients, I think I’m falling for her.” Ramonda chuckled softly to herself as she studied Erik. She could tell that the topic was a difficult one for him, noting the way he tugged nervously at a lone dreadlock that hung loosely in his face.

“Didn’t you say that you’d never get involved with one of your patients because it’s messy and unprofessional? What changed your mind?”

“I don't know Auntie. There’s something different about this girl. She intrigues me on a level that no other woman has before. She’s witty, and the culmination of her different personalities create a very interesting and sharp young lady," he smiled recounting the times her mouth had been quicker than he could anticipate.

"The man is asked to explain his attraction and he talks about multiple personalities," Shuri tsks making her presence known.

“Obviously I am needed! N'Jadaka!" Her hand clapped hard onto his back as she stood between him and the queen gazing out into the garden ahead.

"Figure out if she is an experiment, a patient, or a lover, but don’t use her to fill your emotional gaps. You’re a jerk if you do,” Shuri scolded before heading back towards her laboratory. "Thank me later," she called as she disappeared from sight. Erik stared after her for a beat before turning back to his aunt to squeezed his hand once more.

“She may be young, but she is wise beyond her years and she knows what she’s talking about. I can give you all of the advice in the world, but at the end of the day, it’s your decision to make. Lord knows we don’t want another Lynda situation,” the Queen concluded as she stood.

She stepped to the side and followed Shuri's path to the exit leaving Erik to gaze solemnly out over the garden and into the grand horizon. He thought back to his relationship with Lynda and how it ended, concluding with himself that O’Shea definitely wasn’t a Lynda. She was an enigma, but a goddess in her own right. She deserved someone that could give her his whole heart and love her as hard as he knew she loved. She deserved to be catered to and spoiled, but also disciplined whenever she stepped out of line; she was a submissive after all. She deserved a lover and a provider and he wasn’t sure that he could be all of those things for her, but he was more than willing to try.

“Dammit. I think I’m in love.” He whipped out his phone and called Skylar, remembering some things he forgot to tell her before he left.

“Wassup lover boy? Miss me already?”

“I always miss you, Nola,” he smirked, hearing her soft gasp at the nickname he hadn’t used since college.

“Real funny, Stevens. To what pleasure do I owe this phone call?”

“I know you don’t really do therapy, but I referred you to someone, Oya Ramirez. She suffers from the same symptoms as our bipolar beauty minus the other personalities and I figured she’d be a good experiment for you. She should be stopping by some time this week.”

“Oya Ramirez,” Skylar repeated, jotting the name down in her notebook for reference. “Got it. Anything else?”

“Nah, that’s it. I’ll be back in a few days. How my girl?”

“Oh, now she’s your girl?”

“You know what I mean. She doing ok?”

“She’s pretty good. We’ve got a yoga date tomorrow.”

“Yoga? She hates yoga.”

“There’s weed involved.”

“Ah,” he states with a nod. “I knew there had to be a catch, but yoga’s good. Good way to get her mind off things.”

“I’m well aware, Dr. Stevens. I’ll keep you posted on her progress.”

“Thanks, Nola. I owe you one.”

“You’re eternally indebted to me, Stevens. I thought we had this discussion already.”

“You right. I’ll make sure I bring you back something dope. Peace.” Erik ended the call and returned to his suite in the palace. It was a room he’d tried and failed to duplicate in his condo back in LA. The color scheme was black, white, and gold with a huge Alaskan king bed trimmed in black and gold in the center of the room. The walls were decorated with paintings of African and Egyptian royalty, including Queen Nefertiti and Anubis from Egyptian mythology. A large floor length mirror hung on the back of his bedroom door and his closet was its own ensuite. The floor was black and gold heated marble, the inspiration to the floor in his office and the ceiling changed to mimic the sky outside, no matter the time of day. He undressed and slipped under the covers, trying and failing to keep his mind from drifting to the current object of his affection as 6LACK‘s mellow voice filled the room.

I got women callin’ my phone like I owe them some’ // It’s kinda my fault // I guess I showed them some’ // No shit, I treat my dick just like a loaded gun // Point that shit away // These hoes gon’ blow what comes

He shook his head, smiling softly at the image of her little pout and the way her eyes lit up when he surprised her with the Pandora bracelet. He would give anything to see her smile the way she smiled that night again. The slight dip of the bed caused Erik to raise his head, only to drop it back against the pillow one he realized who the intruder was.

“I missed you too, Massika,” he murmured as the jaguar made her way up the bed and to her usual spot beside him. She purred softly, rubbing her nose against his face before settling down beside him. She had been his baby ever since he’d rescued her from poachers the last time he visited. Everywhere he went, Massika followed and he made a mental note to introduce her to O’Shea once they were official.

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Today felt different. The sunlight crept through the large bow window, casting an ethereal glow throughout the bedroom. O’Shea woke roughly 20 minutes before her alarm, something that typically only happened when she was stressed. She stretched and said her morning affirmations before finally slipping out of bed, a small smile creeping across her face.

“Hey Alexa, play Something Chill.” As the device came to life, O’Shea retired to her bathroom and allowed Ari Lennox’s smooth voice to help her get ready for the day.

Pop my woo-hah in the sky // ‘Cause nobody here to judge my life // Leave the dishes in the sink // Do some cartwheels // “Cause my furniture ain’t came // Standard shipping thing // I just got a new apartment // I’m gon’ leave the floor wet // Walk around this bitch naked // And nobody can tell me shit

Since she was awake early, she decided to indulge in a relaxing bath with her newest bath bomb from Lush, called Royalty. The floral scent of the bomb permeated the bathroom before being replaced by a hint of vanilla and sandalwood. She watched as the water turned from a warm golden to soft red and green before slipping into the water. She loved how soft the soy milk powder left her skin, smoother than a baby’s ass fresh from its mother’s womb. After a 30-minute soak, she retired from her bath to get dressed, choosing to slick her curls up into a high puff while sporting a white, floral mini dress and a jean jacket. She felt good, a genuine smile crossed her face as she glanced down at the Pandora bracelet that rested in the center of her jewelry box for the past 3 days. She’d chosen not to wear it, fearing that she would be plagued with thoughts of Erik and be tempted to call or text him. Thanks to Skylar, the week had gone by a lot faster than she’d expected and he was due back home within the next few hours. A quick swipe of her Fenty gloss bomb and she was out the door, a newfound pep in her step.

The jingle of the shop’s bell pulled Shea from her sketchbook. She looked up to find a short, light-skinned woman coming over to the counter. Her hair was braided into cornrows and she wore a white cropped hoodie, blue jean shorts, and white Fila tennis shoes.

“Hello. My name is Oya Ramirez. I was sent here by Dr. Erik Stevens. He told me to ask for Skylar.” O’Shea regarded the young woman for a bit before walking to the back to get Sky.

“Oh Ms. Ramirez, Dr. Stevens told me you’d be stopping by. Follow me this way.” Oya complied, walking with Sky to the back of the store. O’Shea smirked, watching the way Skylar’s eyes followed every move Oya made until they had disappeared somewhere among the tall shelves. Once they were gone, O’Shea turned her attention back to her sketchbook. Since the dildo generator had been approved, Sky had tasked O’Shea with designing preset models that could be customized for potential clients that didn’t want to design their own tool from scratch. Just as she was getting back into her groove, the bell jingled again.

“Hello, welcome to —”

The cocoa skinned woman held up her hand to silence Shea.

“I’m Monica, where’s Skylar?” Almost on cue, Sky emerged from the back of the store with Oya, both giggling like schoolgirls. Once Sky’s eyes met Monica’s however, her smile faded.

“Baby!” Monica tried, attempting to throw her arms around Sky’s neck, but stopping once she saw the death glare Sky was giving.

“Oya, call me tomorrow with updates. O’Shea, take your break.”

“But I just got here,” O’Shea complained.

“I said take a break!” Sky repeated, raising her voice slightly to emphasize her point. Shea seemed to take the hint, leaving Sky and Monica alone in the shop.

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