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strawberry-spectre · 5 months

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Kieran Valentine Analysis

I love Valentine so damn much because although everything we know abt him is so limited he's still such an interesting character with so much depth. (buckle in cuz this a long one-) (￣y▽,￣)╭

The way he kept stealing love because he thought that's what he was suppose to do caused by his struggle between his sense of morality and what he felt compelled to do is always so interesting to me. Even more so since the reasons for this type of struggle could be caused by a feeling of dissatisfaction with his own life. It makes sense because in his diary, esp May 3rd, it implies that the only reason he was stealing love was to fit in and his lack of identity as an emotional vampire. I find it interesting however, that he wrote 'I thought that's what emotional vampires were supposed to do', does that mean he came to that conclusion himself or was he influenced by other, more expeirenced vampires? Maybe he saw how some of the blood drinking vampires took as much blood from their victims as they wished without feeling guilty about it and applied that to his situation? Maybe he wasn't shown any better way so he took what he could and ran with it? Another thing is how he wrote 'But I was just a real pain in the fang to everyone and made a fool of myself'. While it obviously is talking about the Drac 1600th event I wonder if he has also felt this way before that? Like 400, 600, even 1000 years ago? Also, if he knows internally, all along that what he was doing was wrong, how did he feel when he saw that shelf of broken heart trophy collection? In the movie he was pretty smug about it but what if it's another facade?

This is a pretty far fetched theory but what if those 3 gigachad clouds are the physical embodiments of Valentine's thoughts and expectations he has for himself? I mean some of the symbolisms that clouds carry are:

burdens

secrets (like an invisible message)

emotions (how fitting-)

difficult times

Of course clouds also have positive symbolisms like transition, which is kinda funny because once he started to realise what he was doing, and chose to change his ways, those clouds also disappeared. And if those clouds are the embodiments of his expectations then it makes sense why they always follow Valentine around, always says something that compliments what Val says, and why Val always seems to be putting on a performance when they're around (its a subtle difference but it's there).

And now Valentine is healing from all of that, I really love how he runs into trouble along the way but manages to fix it because it's so realistic and I love it sm. I also love how even after he realises what love really is, makes atrempts to better himself, make it up to the people he's hurt and meet a new friend (Spelldon), he still has those days where he's depressed (I was tempted to stay in my room today and treat myself to a monstrous blue funk), but he still chooses to make the decision of walking aimlessly instead of staying in his room. Like bros better than I could ever be and it shows how the path to healing isnt just 'boom I'm happy I'm fine' but rocky and filled with ups and downs.

When he met Whisp, he tried to use his wishes to solve his problems for him but it didn't work. Because you can't just fix all your problems and pretend like it never happened, you have to accept it and try to be better. Just a little analysis on this one sentence ''I've never had a friend like her, and once my last wish is granted, the lantern will move on, and I will probably never see her again''. It feels strangely depressing in a way that I can't explain, esp the 'the lantern will move on, and I will probably never see her again'. Is this implying that Valentine was afraid that Whisp would forget him? Or maybe that he sees Whisp as better than him and will succeed in becoming a better monster while he sees his attempts as futile? I think that Valentine was afraid that Whisp was simply doing her job and didn't see him as a friend (even tho thats not true), so could this be a sign that he's still struggling with insecurity with his self-worth? I mean it's only been like 3 months but still-

Like I think the reason why I love him sm is because he's such a deep character with the 5 bits of info we got on him and I see so much of myself in him :,)) I honestly don't think any of this was planned by the MH team and it was a 'oh haha it fits' thing but still (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) And I love how Valentine ends his diary with "Yes, Mother, I'm talking to myself down here." like bro canonically talks to himself he's so me (✿◕‿◕✿)

watch this flop lmao

#yes its 2 am and i got school in 5 hrs how did you know??#i wanna do an analysis on spelldon too but we literally dont know ANYTHING abt him </3 #monster high #kieran valentine #character analysis

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taldigi · 11 months

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So, with the fae in Fashion Club changed to needing a sun or moon stone to transform people, does this mean akumas in Fashion Club have returned to how they originally worked?

In this world, there are two makes of life. Mortal and Magic.

Mortal Beings are beasts, plants, all things that breathe and hunger and crave.

Some beasts have the fortune to have just a touch of magic. Some more than others. But beasts are still creatures of opportunity.

Humans, on the other hand, are beasts in origin, but are equal parts Mortal and Magic. (Why, What a piece of work is a man!) Capable of such acts of kindness... and of cruelty. Every human feels that magic in different ways, and some consider such a state to be a curse.

Magic Beings are the fae. Emotional, vibrant. The true shape of the fae is that of a spark of light. A laugh on the wind, a sob in the distance, a Whisp. They are beings of emotion and emotion alone- with nothing tangible.

To bond with a human is to become a little bit mortal. It is a desirable state for Faeries. The ability to taste, to dream, to experience time- to feel soft sheets and the ability to feel warm after a cold day. It's not all happiness and sweets, but it's that divine experience that draws Fae to humans- just magical enough to form a symbiotic connection.

The faeries take just a bit from their chosen one- that bit becoming their shapes, their personalities, their preferences. Not all Faeries are born of good folk, and some are capable of cruelty... But most people are good people, and as such, so are Faeries.

So, what are Akuma? A being known as Null is sort of that white space outside the dichotomy of mortal and magic: though it may take the shape of a faerie, it very much is something other. It has developed the ability to create Akuma (which take the form of butterflies) by ripping out the innate magic within a human, rendering them Nullified.. no drive to do anything, no emotions to feel.

Magic attracts magic. The Akuma are drawn to Faeries, and when contact is made, it infects them. Overloading their own magic ability and forcefully transforming their chosen one into a Monster influenced by a mix of the Faerie's influence and the emotional state of the Akuma.

To disperse an Akuma infestation, the emotions must be addressed and resolved, or the monster must be exhausted (read, beaten up). This restores the magic to the Nullified. Akuma, if unable to infest something, will disperse after some time, achieving the same effect.

So, what of the Sun and Moonstones? They are basically elements made of pure magic. They are what the Faewild is made of- their pure energy is what kept Faeries from burning out without a shape to take. or human to bond to. They are a more, distilled form of magic, and so- let the Faeries and their bonded human become one, at least temporarily, to become something greater.

"There is a reason why the fae approach humans." Pollen looked up from her thimble of honey-lemon tea, "They are part beast, part divine. They are fae like us, but nothing like us all at the same time. They are beasts that think, that understand, comprehend.. that dream, imagine, create, destroy... they love, they hate... Why, even if a fae were to bless a beast, they would not be able to utilize our blessings, let alone comprehend them... it is also why we reach out as well. The fae are incapable of things that beasts enjoy. No fae truly needs food or rest- we thrive on the ley lines within the earth itself.. But to be in contact with humans, is to be in contact with passion, and with love- no matter the form it takes." Pollen smiled up at her chosen, then took a sip from her thimble and made a delighted buzz, her wings blurring as they vibrated, "In that, I am pleased, my dear, that your love comes in the form of honey tea and thoughtful cup sizes."

#Anonymous #fashion club au #alternate kwami lore #ML Pollen #Digit's Art Tag #digit's miraculous tag

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boydiisaster · 2 years

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May I request a teen! Male!reader who just lost his dad x any obey me characters (platonic ofc) I recently found out my dad passed away in a very brutal way and he didn't get to know I'm trans either :(

loss

reader: teenage, male, he/him pronouns

tw/cw: death, suicide implications, cussing

author's note: i'm so sorry to hear that anon! i hope things get better for you soon, and that this story helps, even just a little bit

lucifer

There's a sudden shift in the air before you tell Lucifer the news. He sensed it as soon as you found out; a profound feeling of grief overwhelmed him. Tears began to trickle down his cheeks, and he raised a gloved hand to make sure he was truly crying. This was strange, unprompted, out of the blue. Lucifer didn't know why he was crying, why there felt like a hole was in his chest, but then he remembered. Of course, how could he forget?

His pact with you made his and your emotions almost completely connected. He was usually very good at controlling your shared emotions, though. Whenever you felt angry, he could control his urge to scream. When you were happy, he'd control the want to shake his arms and squeal. When you were nervous, he'd control his instinct to shift and fiddle with something on his person. Why couldn't he control this, too?

"My dear boy," he murmurs, wiping away some stray tears that slip down his face. The sight before Lucifer breaks his heart. You're standing in his now open doorway, your form shaking with silent sobs. Your hands are tightly wrapped around your phone, its screen still illuminated with the text from your [mom/other dad/guardian]. This didn't feel real. You couldn't believe it; you didn't want to believe it.

"I'm sorry," you cry. Your words are barely recognizable between the loud sobs that escape your throat. "I'm so sorry, Lucifer, for coming to you like this. I just, I didn't know who else to tell this to."

Lucifer places a hand on your shoulder. Your phone clatters to the ground as you rush over to hug him. You throw your arms around his waist, bury your face in his chest and scream. It's partially muffled by Lucifer's clothes, but he still catches how defeated it was; how broken and filled with anguish it sounded. All Lucifer can do is hug you back tightly, lovingly, and hope that you understand his intention: to comfort you. To say “It’ll be okay” without disrupting your grieving.

Lucifer begins to rock you side to side, as if he’s holding a baby in his arms. “My dear boy,” he repeats.

All you can do is wail in response, causing the Avatar of Pride to hug you tighter.

asmodeus

The Avatar of Lust thought himself very good at reading people. He’d know exactly what the other person wanted to hear, and he’d say it, even though he probably didn’t mean it. Asmo would spew out compliment after compliment just to get what he wanted, and he never thought it bad. He didn’t know what to say in a situation like this, though.

“MC?” Asmo gently cups your tear-stained cheeks, a remorseful expression adorning his pretty face. He tilts his head to the side, confused. “What’s wrong, my sweet boy?”

You stare up at the demon. He’s blurry. Everything in your vision is blurry. You can barely breath from how badly you were panicking. You would have passed out if it wasn’t for Asmo walking in on your breakdown.

“Asmo,” you whimper. More tears slip down your face and land on Asmo’s thighs, soaking the fabric. He’s kneeling in front of you, his knees between your own.

“Asmo, I...” You sob, closing your eyes. The demon holds your head up while the rest of you goes limp in his grasp. “My dad,” you choke out. “My dad, he....”

“Oh MC,” Asmo whispers. “I’m so sorry.”

You shake your head. “I don’t... I can’t talk. I-I just....”

“Then don’t talk,” Asmo leans back, taking you with him. He holds you close in his grasp as you rest between his thighs. You lay your forehead against the Lust Avatar’s chest and cry. You shake with sobs as Asmo just hums a small, soothing tune.

“Sweet boy,” he whispers. He doesn’t know what to say to help you. He wants to try, but he knows words won’t solve anything.

Oh god what he wouldn’t give to be able to take away all of your pain with just a few words. You were still just a kid in his eyes. A child exposed to something so awful, something even he doesn’t like to think about: mortality.

“MC,” he hums. “Deep breaths.”

You breathe in deeply, then shakily exhale. You laugh, and Asmo never knew a laugh could sound so defeated. “I’m ruining your clothes.”

“I don’t care.” Asmo holds you tighter against him. “You need someone now more than ever, I’m not going to leave just to change into something less expensive.”

You laugh again, shaking your head. A tiny smile manages to grace your lips before you’re back to crying, and Asmo goes back to rocking you side to side, humming as he does.

barbatos

There’s a small knock at the castle door as the Demon Prince’s butler finishes up around the throne room. Barbatos looks up, then outside at the moon that’s high up in the grim Devildom sky. He blinks, then slowly makes his way over to answer the door.

“Who could it be at this hour,” he thinks aloud to himself.

The doors are heavy; anyone not used to the weight would have trouble opening them, but Barbatos shows no signs of struggling. He pulls open the doors with ease and is greeted with a curious sight: you. You, clutching something close to your chest. You, with a blank, emotionless look on your face. You, with no light in your once bright eyes.

"MC?" Barbatos furrows his brow. "It's late, dear. Come inside."

You don't respond. You can't respond. Your voice dies in your throat the second you even think about talking. You nod your head, taking a small step forward. Then, you shake your head furiously. You're so exhausted. You haven't the energy to do anything after the news. It took all your strength to run up here in search of Barbatos. Your body is tired, and your mind is drained. All you want is to ask your question, but hell, you can't even move anymore.

"MC." Barbatos gently grabs your shoulders. He tilts your head upwards to look into your dim eyes and you watch as a brief look of sorrow washes over him.

"Oh MC," he whispers. "Darling boy, I'm so sorry."

You look away, but even that begins to take an immense amount of energy.

"MC, I can't.... You know I can't." Barbatos pulls you close. "When rescuing you from mortality, I broke a lot of rules. I can't do that again."

You go limp in his grasp. Your father's gift that he gave you before you came to the Devildom clatters against the stone steps of Diavolo's castle. You close your eyes as Barbatos holds you tightly in his arms.

"Then can you send me to him?" You finally speak. Your voice is barely above a whisper. "If not I might do it myself. Barbatos, I... I don't know what to do."

"Life is precious, MC." Barbatos's voice is stern, almost angry. It makes you shut your eyes tighter. "Your father wouldn't want that. He'd want to see you flourish."

You don't respond. Barbatos feels like there's a hole in the pit of his stomach. He feels as if he himself has just lost something. He supposes that he did, in a way. He lost whatever part of you that you just lost. Thinking that, he hugs you tighter. So tight that it's almost painful. He's cold, you notice, and you're so warm to him.

His dear boy. His child that he'd do anything for. He can't help but feel guilty about that. He wouldn't do anything for you, he realizes, for he won't even bring your father back, even though he knows it will help you.

"I'm sorry, MC." He repeats.

You say nothing back, but the way you nudge his chin with your head tells him everything.

"I'm so sorry."

#i'm no good with death #i apologize profusely for your loss anon #i never know how to go about death and i worry ppl think my sympathy an act #but even so i really hope i did okay with your request #death tw #suicide tw #cw cussing #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me x male reader #obey me x you #barbatos x male reader #lucifer x male reader #asmodeus x male reader #obey me x teen!mc #obey me teen mc #bee's beehive #worker!bee

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ethanrs · 1 year

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The Painting

Where the reader is an artist and makes an emotional piece of Michael after one of the many times they saw his wings, this is pretty cheesy and a tad sickeningly sweet, ENJOY!!

Y/n was in their art studio that was kept in the basement of their shared home, they were making a painting of their handsome lover, Michael, and made him the centerpiece after seeing his wings recently. They were sitting on the idea for it for a while feeling nervous about it but they finally decided to work on and perfect the piece. As Y/n was working on it for the first hour they pondered on what Michael would think about it, they hoped they would have it finished in time for their anniversary the next day, and give it to him as a gift, Y/n loved making things for the people they cared about. Their favorite music playing in the background as they started to paint out the form of Michael, saving room for his outstretched wings, deemed ‘flawed’ and ‘imperfect’ by Michael but Y/n saw him as beautiful and wanted to capture the beauty they saw in their lover in their work, the basic detailing of Michael’s body was done, Y/n moved on to basic detail and patterning of his wings, making sure to capture every single detail he memorized by heart.

As they continued the painting they kept to using varying shades of grey but adding pops of color, shades of blue and matching colors that made them think of Michael, as they added more and more detail to their soon-to-be masterpiece, Y/n took a second to glance at the time, a few hours had passed from when they started, Y/n glanced at the painting, feeling happy with the progress, it still lacked a lot more detail, darkened shadows and whisps of light, but nonetheless, it looked amazing. With that in mind, Y/n felt like it was time for a much-needed break, the paint on their palette was almost gone so it was the perfect stopping point. Putting the used materials aside, Y/n grabbed a tarp to cover the painting with, making sure it didn’t touch the still-wet paint before it got dry enough, grabbing the used brushes, water cup, and palette, Y/n brought them upstairs to clean off before deeming one-hundred percent finished for the day. Once they reached the kitchen and cleaned off the utensils he left those to dry in the empty dish rack, heading to the living room after and spotting Michael on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, Y/n smiled and moved to sit next to him, leaning into Michael’s left side, Michael wordlessly moved his arm to wrap it around Y/n and pull them closer, leaning his head on top of Y/n. Y/n sighed deeply, needing this affection after being so busy for the past few hours, Michael soon began to speak no too long after. “You must be working hard on that painting huh? you look exhausted.” Y/n snickered at Michael’s observation, it was true they were working really hard on it, putting their love and adoration for Michael into that piece, hoping with every fiber of their being that he would love it. “Yeah, It’s something I’ve been wanting to work on for a while, I just needed the right… inspiration.” Y/n replied, still leaning comfortably into Michael’s side, “Well I can’t wait to see it when it’s done.” Michael said, looking down at Y/n as he smiled, Y/n looked up at Michael and smiled back, Michael leaned in and gave Y/n a quick peck on the lips.

Y/n and Michael enjoyed the rest of the day in each other's company, whether it was watching shows or movies, to playing some games together, Y/n had a laugh teaching Michael to play videogames like Minecraft or animal crossing and is proud to say that they did a good job at teaching him how to play. After they were done playing games and hanging out the couple crawled into bed together and drifted off to sleep, well, at least Y/n did, Michael couldn’t sleep, he wanted to see what Y/n had been working on that he didn’t want him to see yet, he didn’t want to snoop and ruin the surprise, he knew it was something for him, and for their anniversary, he wouldn’t forget something like that, so he kept trying all night to fall asleep but just couldn’t. By the time it was morning, Michael hadn’t gotten an ounce of sleep.

When Y/n woke, Michael was asleep, normally he was awake first but he must have been exhausted so Y/n let him sleep in, deciding to get up and continue work on the painting. Crawling out of the shared bed to head to the kitchen and grab the supplies they cleaned off the day before, heading downstairs and into the basement they unveiled the half-finished painting and began the routine they took before they started painting, playing their music a lot quieter this time so as not to wake Michael, and continued their work. Looking at the painting, Y/n pictured more of what they wanted to add, the painting was a view of Michael’s back, his head slightly turned to the left, facing his undamaged wing, both wings spread wide, the canvas was rather large, Y/n continued to add more details to the wings, deeming Michael’s body and head well detailed already, maybe a few more details in the hair but that’s it. They did their best to make his wings look as treasured as they should be, deciding to add some beautiful shades of gold in the highlighted areas of feathers, mixing beautifully into the detail of the dark feathers, adding some of that gold into his hair as well, Y/n thought that the piece was missing something more. Y/n took a piece of paper off of their desk and crumpled it up, using it on a test piece of canvas so as not to ruin what they were doing, they decided they didn't like that and tested a more splatter effect on the spare canvas, they liked that more and globbed a mix of dark blue and black onto a big brush and splattered that onto the canvas edges, the blue and black blended nicely and really finished the piece. Y/n deemed the painting done and added his signature and the date onto the back, along with a little message for Michael, “Your flaws are what make you perfect to me.” Y/n read it over and thought it sounded cheesy, but the words were true, Michael was perfect to Y/n. Y/n covered it up, and it was perfect timing too, it was the day of their anniversary, the door to the basement had opened and Michael started to descend the stairs, Y/n already covered up the painting, and turned off their music, “Y/n, come on upstairs and eat some breakfast.” Michael said when he reached the bottom of the stairs, Y/n ran up to Michael and gave him a good-morning kiss, even though it was almost noon, and followed him up the stairs and into the kitchen, “So how's your little project coming along?” Michael asked as he handed Y/n some breakfast, Y/n gladly took it and sat down in their seat, “I finished it not too long ago,” Y/n responded, taking a few bites of their food, Michael doing the same, they ate in silence, happily enjoying the silent company, the window above the sink was open and you could hear the sound of birds chirping and the wind rustling the leaves, it was rare when they would just sit and eat without talking to each other the whole time. Finsihing their food they did the dishes together and got ready for another comfy day in their home. It wasn’t too long after they were ready for their days that Y/n bolted into the basement and grabbed the painting, wrapped in the cloth that was hiding it from view, and brought it upstairs to finally show Michael their hard work.

Once they had ascended the stairs they immediately found Michael sitting on the couch in the living room, he was looking for something to watch on the tv, as some random show or movie played in the background as he searched. Y/n walked up to Michael from behind the couch and rested their chin on top of his head, the painting behind their back at this point. “Heyyyyyyy,” Y/n said, Michael smiled and stopped his searching, and placed the remote down next to him, moving his head to look at Y/n, who had a huge smile on their face. Y/n removed the covered painting from behind their back and handed it to Michael, waiting for him to take it from their hands, as Michael took the painting he began to uncover it and revealed his lovers' handiwork. Once Michael fully removed the paintings cover he was shocked by what he saw on the canvas, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this, his heart was swelling, even though Michael had a bad self-image due to his injury, he was happy that his lover thought he looked amazing enough to paint in that light, Michael went to put it down when Y/n said, “turn it around!” Michael did just that and was surprised by the cute little comment on the back, “That's so cheesy,” Michael chuckled, Y/n laughed a bit too, “I know, but hey, it’s true.” Michael set down the painting and pulled Y/n in for a kiss.

END.

#michael #michael lucifer #archangel michael x reader #michael demiurgos #michael demiurgos x reader #tom ellis michael

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amaya-writes · 2 years

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Heyaaa! 👋😆

I saw you've gotten to 2k already and I'm so proud! 🥳😊 Can I request Fuegoleon (Black Clover) x reader in a arranged marriage AU? 🥺

Event Masterlist About The Event

Notes: thank you and I hope you like it!

Warnings: betrothal, arranged marriage,

Characters involved: Fuegoleon Vermillion

Gender-neutral reader, you/yours

The Vermillion palace rejoiced with celebrations for the day's events. But for once their cheers bought you more distress than joy.

"You don't look happy."

You didn't have to turn to know it was Fuegoleon who had decided to join you on the balcony.

After all, he was the only one brave enough to sneak away from the celebrations of your betrothal to seek out the person lucky enough to be destined to join the Vermillion family.

His words carried a lilt of emotion you couldn't quite place as he shuffled towards you, however, there was no mistaking the tight frown on his lips. One so unbecoming to the perfect ruby robes he had been forced to dress up in; a get-up that perfectly matched your own.

"Is the idea of our marriage that depressing?"

A scoff escaped your lips at the question, for his query only paid homage to the obliviousness of your husband-to-be.

"I wouldn't know. It is not I who holds qualms for this arrangement."

"Whatever do you mean?"

This time, you couldn't stop yourself from turning to finally face the man you had all but avoided for the entire night.

Fuegoleon looked stunning. And so did you.

Why wouldn't you when you were celebrating one of the happiest moments of your life?

You were to marry the man you loved. The man you had pined after for years even as you tried to hide your adoration in attempts to salvage your friendship.

But he didn't love you back.

The realization had your gaze falling on the gold embroidery tailored across his top, something so intricate it allowed you to distract yourself enough to reply.

"Do you want to marry me, Fuegoleon?"

Your question had him furrowing his eyebrows in confusion even as he answered.

"I wouldn't have agreed to this arrangement if I didn't-"

"I'm not talking about political gain!"

The sudden volume of your voice startled the redhead enough to have him take a small step back, however, you were far too lost in your thoughts to notice as you finally voiced your true concerns.

"I love you, Fuegoleon. Not just as a friend or a hero or someone I held dear. I love you. Like someone who wants to marry you."

His ruby lips parted at your words, however, he didn't dare utter a single word lest he risked cutting you off.

"But you do not love me. You are simply doing this for your family and while I understand your sentiments I don't think I can survive a loveless marriage with the one I love."

This time, Fuegoleon's silence was enough of an answer. For it told you everything you had suspected, everything that you had dreaded coming to terms with.

But you meant what you said, and couldn't help but quickly turn to the side and try and take your leave.

Try. For you were quickly tugged to a stop by a sudden hand wrapping around your wrist.

"You are so foolish, my love."

The sudden petname had you whirling on the spot to once again face Fuegoleon, however, this time you were met by the sight of a wide smile as bright as diamonds, one that awfully contrasted your frowns.

"Do you really think a Vermillion like me would allow the king to force me into marriage for political gain? That my sister wouldn't turn the palace over at the mere thought of it?"

You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the thought of the famous Vermillion lioness known for her anger, but kept quiet as Fuegoleon continued.

"I love you. I have loved you for years yet was too foolish to notice your own feelings and instead desperately turned to my family for assistance."

His hand shifted from your wrist to cup your cheek, an action that made you suddenly very aware of the warmth flooding through your skin.

"I thought it was you who was against this marriage."

"But I'm not."

The words were barely above a whisper, yet loud enough for Fueguleon to hear you, especially with the way he was leaning down towards you.

Butterflies ran rampant in your stomach as you felt his other hand drop to your waist to pull you in closer, but you weren't given a moment to dwell over them, not when he was now so awfully close.

The Vermillion palace rejoiced with celebrations for the day's events.

But this time, as his lips met yours, the newly betrothed couple couldn't help but join in.

#fuegoleon x y/n #fuegoleon x you #fuegoleon vermillion #fuegoleon x reader #fuegoleon drabbles #black clover x you #black clover x reader #black clover drabbles #black clover fanfic #black clover imagines #black clover oneshots #black clover x y/n #fuegoleon imagine #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #fuegoleon scenarios #black clover scenarios #black clover fluff

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airi-p4 · 2 years

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JATP AU: Everlasting musical connection - Chapter 5

Julie and the Phantoms x Lukanette AU

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TW: check AO3 for the tags ( !!! )

Chapter summary:

Marinette and the Phantoms spend their last moments together before the ghosts have to cross over... But Marinette is not willing to give up yet.

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AO3

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CHAPTER 5

After the concert, Marinette told Alya to cover for her as she wanted to spend the last hours the Phantoms had left in the lifer's world, purposely omitting the red moon spell talk. Alya agreed and said her goodbyes to them- adding a knowing thank you for having kept their promise to her.

Luka had insisted they shouldn't try the spell out, not trusting Felix. Marinette didn't agree, but she didn't push it. She didn't want to fight when they didn't have much time left... They kept the topic under the lid, as if it never happened…

Under the moonlight by the river-side, the band found themselves stargazing, waiting for the time to come. So much to remember- so much yet unsaid…

"The full moon is so bright tonight…" Marinette commented. “It almost looks as if she is saying goodbye to you, too. Maybe that's where you'll go when you cross over… Or maybe Mars or some other planet!"

"No way, Marinette!" Luka laughed. "You want us to become martians now?" He mimicked an alien voice and everyone laughed. "It would be nice to see you from up there, though…" he added, melancholic.

“I would become an astronaut if that meant I could meet you again!” Marinette grinned. The Phantoms laughed at her cuteness.

“I would love that so much,” Luka said.

When Marinette let out a sound he recognized as the one she usually made when looking for how to answer, he realized he put too much of his honest feelings in his last statement, so he changed the topic. "Are you ok about Rose, Juleka?"

The question surprised the long-haired ghost. She stared at the unicorn pin that now rested on the palm of her hand. "There's nothing I can do. She's gone. She protected me and all of us… I hope what we did was enough to avenge her so she's happy wherever she is now… It would be nice if I end up with her after crossing over. I don't want to part ways with her…"

"Letting go isn't easy, right…?" Marinette spoke without thinking, leaving Luka with his eyes opened and Juleka and Ivan exchanging knowing smiles.

"You sound like you have someone specific in mind…" Juleka teased.

"What!? I- I don't- I- I just love you guys!" she shyly answered and they went ‘Awww’ at her.

"You weren't thinking of love, then?" Juleka teased and Marinette blushed at the question.

“What about Adrien? He’s cute and he likes you,” Luka asked, bottling his emotions inside. ‘Plus he’s alive…’

Marinette took a blow at his words. Did he really think…? She gulped before answering. “Well- It’s true I used to like Adrien, but I don’t anymore. I already rejected him when he confessed a while ago.” That part momentarily shocked the Phantoms. “He’s not the one I want. I always want the impossible...” She sighed, looking at the moon.

“Really?” Luka asked, incredulous. “Then whoever that person is, they must be an idiot. You’re the most extraordinary girl I’ve ever met, Marinette. I can’t ever imagine anyone turning you down.”

Juleka and Ivan shared a secretive smile, and Marinette turned her head to look at Luka’s face. He was staring at the moon reflected on the water while humming. She couldn’t be sure if the red light on his cheeks was due to the moonlight or if he was blushing, but she was certain he was the reason her face burned.

“What if...” she started, and Luka turned to her, staring at her eyes in equal expectation and adoration as hers, but in what he convinced himself was unreasonable yet unstoppable hope. “What if that person was-”

A sudden alarm startled them.

5 minutes to 2AM.

'Already?’ Marinette lamented.

“Marinette, don't tell me you…” Luka whispered.

“I'm sorry, guys, but I can't not try the spell out. Let’s do this," Marinette finally said, hiding her trembling and fears while standing up. The Phantoms shared uncertain looks between them, but it was Luka who voiced their concerns.

“Are you sure, Marinette? You know it could be a trap… I don't think we're worth the risk…”

“You're worth it! More than worth it! I don't want to part ways with you, and if there is the slightest chance, then… We’ll never know if we don’t try…”

Marinette wasn’t convinced either. Felix was a trickster. A liar. But she knew what she was about to lose. And she didn’t want to give up without pulling a fight. The clock marked a few seconds before 2AM… “Here I go…” She inhaled deeply. “Kwamis, release the magic,” she said when the clock hit the right time. The moon glowed bright red over them. “Kwamis, release the magic,” she repeated. “Kwamis-”

“-release the magic,” the Phantoms joined in unison.

Three times.

The spell was completed.

Did it work?

There was a second of silence before Marinette leaned over to look at Luka’s wrist. It glowed brighter than before, now in red instead of teal. Too bright to see if the countdown was still there. Could it be-?

Out of a sudden, a blinding flash and a sound interrupted Marinette’s thoughts from behind, and they quickly turned to the source of the new panting voice.

“Oh, dear… So you really did try it out.” An evil laugh followed said voice.

“Felix!? How did you escape!?” the band gasped, and stood up to face him. The Phantoms glared at the magician and moved to cover Marinette from the evil ghost that had just appeared in front of them.

“Wow, wow! What an unfriendly welcome!” He smirked, his arms opened ironically.

“No! Then… the spell was-” Marinette fell on her knees, trembling, and Felix's smile widened evilly.

“You really underestimated me… I'm a magician… I have my own tricks and powers under my sleeves…”

“But you’re not supposed to be able to leave the hotel! We trapped you there! How?” Marinette demanded.

“You forgot the curse was originally created by ME… And let’s say the red moon turned out to be a great ally tonight… Plus your friend Rose… You shouldn’t have let me touch that hairpin. I owned her soul. I can use her and her possessions as I please.” He laughed, proudly.

“You've tricked us!” Ivan yelled, and Juleka's fists clenched tightly.

“Oh dear… so much aggression… I’m just here to say goodbye to my ghost friends… How ungrateful.” His raspy voice gave them shivers.

“Ungrateful!?” Juleka growled. Her nails were sinking to her skin. “After everything you’ve done to us!? To Rose!?”

“Oh, I did nothing except give you a generous offer…” He smirked. “Same with Rose. The difference is she actually accepted it instead of fighting it back. Stupidly, I must add.” He shrugged, amused.

“You killed her, you bastard!” Juleka had her punch ready, but Luka stopped her.

"Oh- my! No one can kill what's already dead, dear..." Felix commented. "I just kept our pact rules."

Juleka was growling, stopped only by Ivan's strong arms holding her still.

“Enough! Stop playing with us and tell us why you are here in truth!” Luka asked aggressively. He was standing in front of Marinette, covering her as she trembled. “If you touch even one of Marinette’s hairs I swear I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” He laughed. “You can do nothing against me. You won’t catch me unprepared again. See? I can paralyze you anytime.” He snapped his fingers, whispering 'venom,' and all of a sudden the ghost's bodies froze. They tried to free themselves, but could do nothing but watch as he stepped closer. “Another benefit of the red moon." He laughed. "It’s useless to resist. I have other ‘tricks’ if you want to try my patience.”

“Let them go!” Marinette yelled and Felix looked back at her. His lips curled playfully.

“Don’t you dare touch Marinette or I swear I’ll destroy you!” Luka screamed.

Felix laughed evilly at his reaction. “My, my! How unfortunate… A ghost falling in love with a lifer… Poor boy... Good thing you’ll soon cross over and won’t have to suffer from impossible love anymore.”

Luka glared at Felix, growling in absolute wrath and Marinette’s heart skipped a beat in hope. ‘Love?’ The magician laughed again when he passed beside Luka, and Marinette gasped when he planted himself in front of her. She didn’t have time to think before he grabbed her arm, picking her up from the floor. “Ah!”

He was touching her. He wasn’t supposed to be able to do that. Yet he was. She gasped again in horror.

“Now, now… Should I make her cross over too so you don’t have to say goodbye, or will you give me what I want willingly?” he asked.

“Let her go!” “Don’t touch her!” “Leave her alone!” The ghosts yelled, unable to break the paralyzing spell.

“W- What do you want!?” Marinette demanded, challenging. “If you hurt my friends I’m going to make sure you’re the one who crosses over!” Where she got the courage was a mystery to her, but she continued. “Let them go or you’ll regret it!”

“Oh, my… What a brave girl…“ His smile widened. “And what do you plan to do? Do you really think I haven’t learned my lessons?” His glacial voice gave her shivers. “I still don’t know why you can see us, but I have a feeling you may have something I’ve been looking for for a long time…” Felix raised his hand and touched one of her pigtails.

“DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!” Luka shouted.

“Shhh… Your turn will come too, patience…” His evil laugh rang close to Marinette’s ears. His hand slid down her hair, his fingers around her neck… and then, he forced her mouth to open. She knew what came next: possession. "Let's find out what's the secret behind your mysterious powers…"

“No- Luka, help me!” she yelled in a final desperate cry. And darkness came next. Luka shut his eyes as tightly as he could.

‘Marinette, no!’

#my fic #airip4 #JATP x Lukanette AU #JATP AU #lukanette fic #endgame lukanette #(((sorry for the cliffhanger- next chapter coming soon!!)))

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icantswim-03 · 2 years

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So I’ve decided to continue my Greek Mythology AU

If there was someone who were to be the god of daddy issues, it would surely be Matthew. There isn't a fiber in Matthew's existence that doesn't hate his father. He spent countless hours conjuring up ways to kill his father, begging the Fates to have a hand in his demise. Unfortunately, it's impossible because Matthew's father is the god of the underworld, Hades.

The bastard not only holds Matthew's mother, Persephone, hostage every year, but during those dull, grey months, Matthew is trapped alongside her.

Matthew loves his mother, she's the only vibrancy in the entirety of the underworld. It makes Matthew sick to think of just how dispicable the underworld actually is. It's all bleak and grey, shadows and darkness, cold and unyielding. It's not a place to be raised in.

Luckily, Matthew is allowed to leave when the winter months are over and he finally can see the sunshine, feel the warmth soak into his skin. He can wander over the earth, interact with unsuspecting mortals and be free to do as he wishes. But, most importantly, he gets to see his grandma, Demeter, and his brother, Brady.

Matthew often finds himself wishing he were Brady. They share a wonderful mother, but Brady lucked out in the second parent department, being the only son of Nike. Brady is so likeable. He has their mother's charm and radiance and his own mama's tactility and hunger for success. Matthew can't relate, often his gloom and despair from his father over-riding the glow that was passed on from his mother.

It seems that nothing can dim his mother's spirit, even as they lounge in the heart of Hades' palace, sitting back from the hearth that burns ominously. Hades is off somewhere, probably ruining someone else's eternal life. It's just Matthew and Persephone, hip to hip on the loveseat situated in front of the fire.

Matthew startles slightly when he feels a hand in his hair. "Cheer up, love. Only 3 weeks and we're out of here." His mother soothes, noticing his tense muscles that seem ever-present during the miserable months with his father.

"Goodie," Matthew dryly retorts.

"I think that Iris is due back here today." Persephone mutters, offhandedly.

"Is she bringing Leon?" Matthew sits up straighter, seemingly excited.

"Since your father is out, I don't see why not." She smiles, happy to see her son a little less miserable.

"Yes!" Matthew jumps off the couch, sparks flying from the whisps of his curls.

"Easy darling, don't want to burn anything." She gestures towards his heating locks.

Matthew smooths down his hair, trying to tame his ability. He's ashamed of it, his emotions shown through his hair. He puts out the licks of flame, face blazing red in shame.

"No need to be ashamed, Matthew." Persephone notices the grimace on his face. She stands up, walking the few steps to her son, gently cradling his face in her palm. "I know you aren't fond of anything that can link you to your father, but just remember that this is your own life, your father isn't you and you aren't him. Be your own individual and don't let him dictate your fate."

Matthew is still embarrassed, not so much about his flaming hair (although it is a bit humiliating sometimes) but because of this talk. One that his mother has to go through with him often. It makes him feel incompetent, like a child needing a pep talk to do something on his own.

"No frowning, now." She smooths her thumb over the crease in between his brow. "Leon is coming soon!"

The thought of seeing Leon, the only friend he ever gets to see in the underworld, makes him gleam again, but he tries to dampen his emotions so he doesn't scold his mother's hands.

"Go make sure your letters to grandma and Brady are ready! Or you won't be able to talk to them until we leave!" Persephone shoos him off to his room.

Matthew gathers the letters, rereading the one he wrote to his brother.

Brady,

In less than a month, we'll be reunited. I can't wait to see you and I know mom feels the same.

I have a new toy to bring along. Hades is lending me his helmet of invisibility. As much as I dislike my father, he sure does have some sweet gadgets.

We should go to Crete, I've heard it's beautiful in spring. The Naiads are kind of rude there, so maybe we should keep away from the ponds.

Be good for Nike or I'll stick Cerberus on you!

Until I'm free again,

Matthew

#hockey #mens hockey rpf #greek au #these are depressing #they’re angsty gods okay?#matthew tkachuk

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beauthief · 10 months

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"Happy Birthday Haru."

Whisp of cold air leaves the girl as the quiet words leave her. Seafoam eyes can barely look toward the other, staying fixed on the seedlings wrapped within careful gift box. Roses were a befitting flower in Hifumi's mind, perfect for the girl that stood before her.

"I wish I could do more than just this but, well..." For a moment the leader of the phantom thieves, the steadfast queen and commander.... lowers her guard. There was no sense in hiding what was already known.

Togo Hifumi is neither inflatable nor indestructible, the previous months strife she caused, the interrogation room and her escape from it... All it it had broken any image of poise that most would have expected her to have. Only so many bruises can be covered up from make up and emotional damage would take time still.

She knew better of that now.

"Once everything is over, I promise to make up for this." And yet despite it, it is not with a look of defeat but a weak smile that Hifumi offers Haru. Lowering the veil was hard but was something she deserved. Hifumi's honestly. "I had hoped to actually grow them and present you with them rather than just the seedlings...."

"Devotion... is a gift all on itself after all and I never want to take it for granted ever again. "

Haru's birthday was always cold. The temperature outside freezing and snowy while the festivities inside weren't much better. Yes presents lied the walls of her room, extravagant gifts from acquaintances and strangers alike that would make any man with even an inkling of greed in their heart turn green with envy. But these gifts did nothing to warm Haru's heart. Often they left her more frigid then the very air outside did. This year had thus proven no different.

Despite the death of her father there was no lack of gifts this year. Again her room was filled with finery hidden beneath glittering packages. Many gift tags still had her fathers name on them. Yet she knew he could not have gotten them for her. He was far too busy, he cared far too little. It left her to question how long had it been since her father had bought her a gift? Could she even remember a time when he had? Thus the first frost of her heart set in.

She opted to spend as little time at home as she could this birthday. The constant stream of gifts from people only looking to take from her wore on her quickly. She needed an escape from it and soon. So she went for the one place that had felt warmest this time of year, Leblanc. Despite all that had happened with the death of her father, the revelation that she'd been used as a pawn once more, the capture of Hifumi, all of it, she still felt safest in that small coffee shop at the backstreets of Yongen-Jaya.

Outside the cafe in the frozen air she was greeted by her dearest leader, Hifumi Togo. A quiet birthday wish leaves her were it not for the hushed sound of the backstreets her voice would have been lost. A carefully wrapped gift box sits in her hands and Haru believes it is the most beautifully wrapped gift she has ever seen. It doesn't glitter or shine like those at home. But in her hands, no in her heart, it feels warm.

She unties the ribbon careful as not to drop it and opens the top of the box to see the potted plant inside. Small green seedlings in dark earth smiles up at her contrasting amongst the wintry white of the world around them. A small gasp escapes her, she feels heat behind her eyes as though tears are threatening to form. "Hifumi..."

She falls silent so as to listen to Hifumi and smiles. Hifumi was no longer simply Haru's leader and Haru was no longer simply Hifumi's follower. With this gift between ready to grow and blossom into something beautiful, it finally felt as though they were more then that. They were equals and they were friends. Haru steps forward putting the gift so it rests in both their hands, keeping her earthy brown eyes locked with Hifumi's oceanic green. "They're perfect, Fumi-chan. As seedlings we can grow them together and they'll grow even bigger and stronger and lovelier then any rose bush that's ever been planted."

The cold surrounding Haru seems to melt away and suddenly it feels as though summer has come.

#gyokushou #❦ 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒯𝓊𝓁𝒾𝓅 ❦ ic #❦ 𝒟𝒾𝓅𝒽𝓎𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒾𝒶 ❦ Asks #((What if we planted Roses together to symbolize our relationship? HAHA JK Unless 👀👀#Also I feel this association with Hifumi and summer? I think it's specifically because of the ocean & water motifs #And also like the intensity Hifumi can have like intense summer heat #Hence why I put summer instead of spring lol))

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magicalencanto · 3 years

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⊹₊ ⋆ ❝ Frozen ❞ (Part 2)

✎ ⁞ Camilo Madrigal x Female! Reader with ice powers!

✎ ⁞ requested by @lillycore

✎ ⁞ A/N: I feel like I've accidentally modified the request, so I apologize for that. I also like to mention that this is more like a sad ending to the first part, so there'll some angsty feelings.

✎ ⁞ date: 27.12.2021

Have you ever wondered, what had happened to characters after you heard this line: "And they live happily ever after."? Did they truly lived happily ever after? Were they life a dream? Did they truly forgot about traumas, abuse and obstacles they had to go through while reaching their dreams?

If yes, then good for them. But you were a different case. You didn't forget what had happened. No, you couldn't forget. The events from the past week was still vivid in your mind. Every time you closed your eyes, you felt like you turned back in time and was still stuck inside your frozen room. So cold and lonely...

❝ I was so cold...so so cold... ❞

Sitting on the floor, your back touching the base of your bed, you keep staring ahead of you, with this emotionless stare. The only difference was that your room wasn't covered in snow and ice and Encanto wasn't haunted by the harsh winter. Everything went back to normal. Or so it seemed.

Because you didn't feel normal. No, you weren't normal. With your new white hair and dull eyes, you stuck out like a sore thumb. Whenever you went outside, which happened only two times, people stared at you with pinch of fear in their eyes.

❝ They're afraid that I'll cause another winter... ❞ You thought numbly. Apathetic. That's what you had became. You couldn't bring yourself to care anymore. Why should you?

❝ Whether I'll use my powers or not, people will be still wary... ❞

Sometimes, people tried to take you out, especially after they had noticed that you started to isolate yourself from others. It wasn't anything big but still, they wanted to at least see you outside. Even when Camilo begged you to go on a date with him in your backyard, your answer was always the same: no. No, no and no. You won't risk it again.

❝ ... ❞

Everything around you was silent. The silence was so loud, it left a ringing sensation in your ears. But you didn't mind that. In fact, you welcomed it happily. To you, silence and darkness became new friends. That's why your room turned into a dark cave, where no one was allowed to enter. Not even your parents.

In your room, you felt the safest. In this silence and darkness, you were the safest. No one could hurt you there and you couldn't hurt anyone. Just like you originally wanted, before that incident.

And you were more than fine with staying inside for the rest of your life. At least you won't be a danger to the people around you.

❝ At least they'll be safe... ❞ By that you meant, your parents, towns people, the Madrigals and of course Camilo. 'They' were everyone.

And you? You didn't matter. Your chest stayed hollow as it was a week ago. Nothing had changed. With warmth that had saved you, your emotions and connections to the world melted with the ice, leaving only an empty shell behind.

A sound of you moving around cut through the silence like a fired bullet. Slowly, you stood up from the ground and even slower went closer to the covered window. Hesitantly, you reached for the curtain and grasped it tightly. A little frost appeared under your hand, as you moved the material to peak outside. A steak of light entered your dark room, 'cutting' your room in half.

Your emotionless eyes glanced outside, at happy people walking around and chatting with each other. They were acting like nothing had happened. Like everything was fine...

Your hold on the material tightened as the frost spread around the material even more. Having enough of this happy atmosphere, you let go of the curtain and watched as the material fully covered the window, coating the whole room in darkness once again.

Standing in the same place, you looked ahead of you, your head empty. And then, you heard a whisper...

❝ Poor thing... ❞

It was so quiet...

❝ ...all alone... ❞

...so smooth...

❝ ...so broken. ❞

... so cold.

You lifted your hands and glanced at them, feeling something familiar. The cold. The familiar cold traveled from the pads of your fingers to very end of your toes. But this time it wasn't unpleasant and destructive. It was refreshing and welcome.

❝ You aren't meant to be here... ❞

You're right.

❝ ... you're meant to be alone... ❞

Being alone makes me feel safe.

❝ ... somewhere where you can breathe... ❞

Somewhere far away from here.

❝ where you can be you. ❞

Where I can be me.

Still, looking at your hands, you looked as they turned into fists and a soft blue glow appeared around them and strated to travel from your fists to your arms, crawling towards your chest and then going down your hips to your legs, untill you were fully covered in that soft light.

Closing your tired eyes, you let yourself breathe. You let yourself go. You let yourself feel free. And when you opened them again, you were somewhere where you belonged. Somewhere far away from Encanto. Somewhere where you were alone.

Where you could fully be you.

❝ Show yourself, my queen... ❞

#camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal headcanons #camilo madrigal imagines #camilo madrigal #encanto #encanto headcanons #encanto imagines #encanto x reader #headcanons #x reader #imagines #encanto camilo #female reader #fem reader #magicalencanto✨

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hwa-whiskers · 3 years

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Ateez Reaction: Period Comfort

A/N: Just had my period and it hurts like a bitch. Anyways, hope this comforts you a bit! Love ya!

Hongjoong: “Joong! My stomach hurts.” You crawled into his side and curled up into a ball.

“Do you want cuddles?” He opens his arms as you gladly wrapped your arms around his waist.

“It’s been hurting for an hour now.” Your eyes saddened as Hongjoong worriedly looked at you.

“I’m gonna go get you something warm.” He states and went away as you sighed, not wanting to let him go.

Hongjoong waddled back to you with a mischievous smile.

You frowned as he makes you lay on you back, slowly lifting up your shirt to show your tummy.

“What are you-“

Hongjoong quickly places the bag of water warm water that he had just made in the kitchen on your lower stomach.

You gasps and widened your eyes. “It feels better already!” You smiled as Joong chuckled.

“I’ll always make you one when you need it then.”

Seonghwa: The two of you were snuggling when you moved your legs to fix the position of your pad. You groaned in pain and sighed heavily.

“It’s that time of the month for you, huh.” Seonghwa mumbled into your ears as you looked up at him with shock.

“How’d you know-“

He kisses your forehead and swiftly got up. “I kept track of your period last month so I’d be ready this time!” Seonghwa happily claps as he brought in a basket of snacks.

You gasped with happiness. “Seonghwa!!” You clapped after him and wiggled in excitement.

Hwa unwraps the chocolate and feeds you with it. “Anything else?” He smirks as your heart fluttered.

“Maybe you.” You blushed at your own sentence as Seonghwa opens his arms for you.

“Like this?” He tilts his head as you’ve already forgotten the pain.

Yunho: You’ve been in bed all day. Everything felt like shit and you hated the gooey feeling of the red liquid flowing nonstop down between your legs.

“Baby?? Are you okay?” Yunho knocks the door before opening it as he sees your body.

Yunho gasps at your lifeless body and starts screaming.

“Yah!! Y/n! Wake up!”

“I’m not dead….yet.” You glared at him and hugged the teddy bear next to you.

“Oh.” Yunho smiles as you held onto the lower part of your stomach with pain.

“I got you this.” He pulls up your shirt as you frowned, “wait. What are you doing?”

Yunho pulls up a heating pad and placed it on your stomach.

“Does that feel better?” He tilts his head and stared at you with sparkled eyes.

You cracked a smile and nodded. “Thank you Yunho….for putting up with my emotion swings.”

“That’s what makes you cuter.” He shyly states as you blushed.

Yeosang: “How could you throw away the trash? I wanted to be the one to throw it out!” You cried as Yeosang scratched his head in confusion.

You sniffled and wiped your tears. “Ouch-“ Your face frowned as the piercing pain in your stomach grew bigger.

Yeosang’s eyes widened as he held onto you, “Is everything alright?”

“I’m sorry Yeosang. The pain just won’t go away and it’s irritating everything for me.” You sat down as he immediately back hugged you.

“You know you’re cute when you get feisty.” He giggled at his own joke as you gave him a poker face, which made him clear his throat.

“What do you wanna do tonight? I’m free for you.” Yeosang pats your head as you smiled.

“Really??! Then I want tteokbokki! Jajjangmyeon! Fried chicken-“

“Chicken!?” Yeosang grabs his phone and starts opening it. “I’m dialing the number already honey.”

San: “I’ve ran you a bath already. Would you like me to scrub your back?” He suggests as you nodded. “Please!”

You two got inside the bathroom as San stared at you cutely. “T-turn around Sannie!” You hit his shoulders as he giggled.

“Babe. I’ve seen your beautiful body already.” He counter argues while still facing the wall.

“Yes, but I’m still shy!” You finally got into the bubbly bath with rose petals as San turns around.

“Okay. Here’s my back.” You turned around as he gently ran his fingers down your back.

You sighed at the pleasure as it relieved some of the pain in your abdominal area.

“Thank you…Sannie.” You whispered as he kissed down your neck.

“I’ll take care of you always.”

Mingi: “It’s still hurts.” You whined as Mingi was on his phone.

You fell asleep with disappointment as he did nothing. “Y/n….” Mingi’s voice wakes you up as he went out to buy all your favorite snacks and food.

“Awww Mingi.” You opened your arms but his hands were busy with all the snacks.

“Put them down so I can give you love!” You helped him put the bags away and then hugged him.

You puckered up your lips and stood on you tippy toes to kiss him.

Mingi’s smile was wide as he kissed your forehead. “Did I do a good job?”

“You did a fantastic job!” You we’re too happy that you had forgotten about your period pain for a bit.

Wooyoung: “I can massage your b”

“Ooh! Yes!” You sat in front of him as he was behind you.

His hands slipped under your arms and grabbed onto your breasts.

“Ahh-“ Your brows furrowed in pain as your hands grabbed onto his arms.

“Wooyoung!!” You glared at him from behind as he giggled mischievously.

“What?! You wanted me to massage your boobs.” Wooyoung nibbled your ears as you hit him.

“D-do it gently!” You shyly demanded as he giggled cutely.

“Yes my lady.” He whispers into your ears and began massaging your aching body correctly this time.

“Hmm…feels good?” Wooyoung teases as you nodded, and then immediately get shy.

“Shut up!” You covered your face as Wooyoung back hugged you while giggling cutely into your ears.

Jongho: “I’m on my period. I can’t eat ice cream.” You pouted as Jongho teasingly ate it in front of you.

“Hmm! So delicious!” He licks the spoon clean as you glared at him.

“Yah!” You hit Jongho’s shoulders multiple times as he dodged them successfully.

“Hahaha!” His eye smile melts your heart as you hated for loving him too much.

“Hmph!” You crossed your arms and turn away from him.

“Y/n..” Jongho pokes your side as you shook your head.

“We can order your favorites tonight.” He suggests as you finally looked at him with happiness.

“Yes!” You nodded as Jongho pats your head.

“Anything for you.”

#ateez #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez smut #ateez san #ateez scenarios #hongjoong #kpop imagines #jongho #kpop reactions #ateez yunho #kpop fluff #ateez fluff #seonghwa #song mingi #yeosang

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dracosathenaeum · 4 years

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The Game | D.M.

Summary: You and Draco are friends with benefits but a game of spin the bottle causes you both to rethink your situation

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader, slight Fred Weasley x reader (hot make out scene 👀)

Warnings: Smut, angst, daddy kink, baths, alcohol

Word Count: 3,651

A/N: You’ve just lost the game, you’re welcome xx I also wasn't going to post this tonight but @fuckingdraco and @dracoswift hyped me up, ily <3

MASTERLIST

FOR THE NON-BRITS: touchwood = knock on wood

You weren’t anything special. No golden girl like Granger, not a descendant from anyone of significance, no. You were just you. And perhaps that was why he was so surprised when his heart started tugging at his chest every time you left his arms.

He had been with countless the girls.

He had touched you the same as he had touched Pansy.

He had kissed you the same way he had kissed Daphne.

He had held you the same way he had held Millicent.

He had fucked you the same way he had fucked half the girls in the year.

Yet you still managed to be different.

You had started out as just another pass time, but you had lasted longer than any of his other flings, and beating Pansy was a trial in itself. She had stuck to him like glue in between other flings. He didn’t hate her company; he just knew he your company hadn’t become annoying to him yet, and that was all he needed. Maybe that’s why you had lasted so long, as soon as he realised girls started falling for him, he would pull away and break things off. But it had been almost half a year of your mutual agreement and you showed no signs of infatuation, no pesky feelings that would get in the way of good sex and he liked that.

He hadn’t grown tired of you. Hadn’t begun to find your voice annoying or your kisses dull. He still loved the way you felt in his arms, loved waking up to you curled into his side and most of all, being inside of you.

He wasn’t in love, feelings may be there, but not love. Not that he was willing to jeopardise his consistent shag of course, finding another girl to take over would be easy, finding one who wouldn’t catch feelings would be the hard part. Besides, he was used to you, if you wanted to break off the arrangement, he wouldn’t stop you but he sure as hell wouldn’t be the one to do it. He would simply wait it out, wait for you to fall for him like all the others before you had. Except this time he would give you a chance, test out your compatibility perhaps, though clearly you were both very compatible in bed.

You had both set some rules early on.

1. There would be no labels attached to whatever relationship you two had

2. If either of you wish to pursue a romantic relationship with someone else, you must break off this agreement first

3. Could use the other to keep unwanted advances off

That last one was more for him than it had been for you, not many people had noticed you before you started sleeping with Draco, but none had attempted to even flirt with you since the two of you became public. Everyone knew of course, that you weren’t together together, just fuck buddies as it were, that was all of Draco’s relationships after all. But that didn’t mean anyone dared try to interfere.

Astoria Greengrass. The younger sister of Daphne Greengrass, someone Draco still considered a friend despite their history and her feelings. Astoria however was not someone anyone expected to try and cosy up to Draco, especially considering how Draco’s arm was still wrapped firmly around your waist as she threw on a flirty smile. Astoria was innocent, she was young, and her sister had surely warned her away from him judging by the look of hurt flashing across the elder sister’s face. Yet here she was.

A 7th year party was the last place you expected Draco to be stolen from your side, but you let him go, you don’t really have a say after all, rather, he’s the one that lets go of you.

You knew the game well, you had watched the girls before you fail at the final hurdle but you were determined. You had first noticed him properly in 3rd year, started developing feelings in 5th before finally getting your chance in 7th. You had managed to catch his eye; you had learnt the failures of the previous girls and you used it to your advantage.

You finally had the chance to be something more, to pretend he loved you when he held you, when he fucked you, when he moaned praises in your ear. You wouldn’t ruin your chances. Not yet. Not when you had spent the past 6 months hiding your emotions, willing your face to give off no sign of jealousy. There was only one emotion you found hard to find, hurt. But that usually came after he was gone, when he wouldn’t stay some nights and instead left you the second he was done with you. Those were the nights that you realised just what kind of game you were playing, that in the end, you would be the one to lose everything.

You try not to look, you really do. But it’s an itching behind your eyes, fingers fiddling with the cup you’re drinking out of and it’s the anger in Daphne’s eyes as she watches their exchange that makes you finally turn and look. He’s leant against the wall with Astoria stood infront of him, fingers innocently strung together as she stared at him from under her perfectly curled eyelashes. A whisp of her perfectly curled hair falls infront of her face, you watch as her mouth forms an innocent ‘o’ before trying to blow it away only for it to fall back. Her giggle makes you want to hex her. Draco tucking the strand of hair behind her ear makes you want to shave her head. The flush that comes across her face at Draco’s actions and his hand that lingers in her hair a second too long has you joining in on the spin the bottle game you had previously sat out of.

Downing the contents of the glass in your hand, you wince at the burn before sitting at the empty spot between a Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

You look up to see yourself directly across from Cormac McLaggen which has you cursing under your breath and sending a silent plea to every god and deity there is to save you from that. Anyone but him.

You cheer when the circle cheers, watch as horny teenagers practically swallow each other’s tongues. Cormac gives you a greasy smile that has you wanting to get up, but it’s better than watching Draco and Astoria flirt their perfectly compatible arses off.

“Anyone but that bastard McLaggen.” You whisper it just before you spin, hoping that it works in your favour rather than jinxes it, tapping the table leg behind you with a quick “Touchwood” just to cover all grounds.

You’ve fucked it.

It spins, but the universe is mocking you. It slows down, likely to land on fucking McLaggen. He could be a fucking prince for all you cared but there was no way you’d let that slimy shit kiss you.

You cross your fingers, willing for it to pass him. And for a while it looks like you’re screwed, but just as you’re about to feign alcohol poisoning it passes him, by barely an inch, but all the same it passes him. You watch with wide eyes as it lands on Fred Weasley by that one inch and you let out the breath you hadn’t known you held. The worried expression on your face quickly became one of relief, a look of relief could’ve been mistaken for happiness, and for a certain blonde, it had.

Fred raises an eyebrow at you, clearly not expecting that reaction from you, before offering you a toothy grin that you return before crawling to where he sat, settling your arms around his neck as his guided your face to his.

You couldn’t stop the moan that sounded at the first touch of his lips against yours. They didn’t know your lips as Draco’s did but that didn’t stop him from being a damn good kisser, knowing exactly where to put his hands and when to use his tongue. Fred Weasley was good. You briefly wonder if the alcohol was why you couldn’t pull away but that didn’t matter when he took your lower lip between his teeth and bit hard.

Forgetting yourself and where you were, you didn’t object when he grasped your thighs in his hands, pulling you to straddle his lap. You don’t hear the cheers erupt around you; you don’t hear Astoria shout after Draco as he leaves her mid conversation, and you don’t notice he’s gone until Fred pulls back to catch his breath.

You catch Pansy’s gaze from over Fred’s shoulder and that’s when you realise something was wrong.

She was smirking at you.

She only ever did that when things had gone her way, which, when concerned Draco, was never a good sign.

You were in half a mind to just turn your head slightly and kiss the man you were sat on senseless again, especially with the way his fingers gripped your thighs under your skirt. But you also knew they were trying to keep you from running as soon as you could, as if knowing you would inevitably follow the Slytherin out but wanted you to stay anyways.

Your head drops to Fred’s shoulder, breathing in a scent you could only describe as homey and warm, the opposite to Draco’s crisp, sharp aftershave, a scent you loved and could almost describe as home.

All these years and not even a magical first kiss with someone (though you were very drunk) could waver your love for him.

“Draco is one lucky bastard.”

“I’m sorry, Fred.”

“It’s okay, it’s just a game after all.” You grimaced at his tone but dug yourself deeper into the hole.

“If it’s any consolation you are a damn good kisser.” Complement a man then leave him high and dry for another, great job y/n. You were doing great.

“The second he fucks up you know where to find me though yeah?”

You couldn’t stop the giggle that left you lips, in a life where you weren’t already enamoured with Draco, perhaps this could’ve been the start of something.

“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind.”

His fingers slip from your thighs, offering you a hand to steady yourself before you take off, the bottle continuing to cause messy drama as you watch Harry’s spin land on Theo. Damn Draco and his fucking temper tantrums for causing you to miss that moment.

The walk back to Draco’s room sobered you up, head clearing and realising what him leaving meant. Was he mad that you had kissed another person or was he… jealous?

You had never let yourself hope before, but then again, you had never found a reason to.

He’s waiting for you, pacing around the room with his brows furrowed in a way that reminded you of a child throwing a tantrum. The thought of it making you laugh, giving away your presence in the room.

“Draco, I-“

He pushes you against his door, hands trapping you against the hard wood of the door behind you as his mouth swallowed your words. His hands worked quickly to strip you of your clothes as you tried to reciprocate his actions as best as you could, mind whirling as this was not where you had expected this to go.

Fred’s kisses had been new, they’d been exciting and addicting. But Draco’s? Even whilst he was pissed and rough, they were home. Lips you were used to, lips that could mould to yours perfectly instantly, lips that knew exactly how you liked to be kissed.

He pulled away to bring his mouth to the column of your neck, giving you a harsh suck where he knew would have your knees buckle, using the movement to sweep you off the floor and onto his bed.

Draco works fast when he’s angry, nothing in his mind but fucking his anger out of his system. He’s out of the remains of his clothes before you even have a chance to catch your breath. He stares at you with an unreadable expression so you match his, your features showing indifference rather than the usual lust you would allow yourself.

His narrows his eyes at you one last time before he brings his body between your spread legs, his warm mouth making contact with your cunt, tongue swirling around your clit. Your hips raise of the bed, wrists pulling at the charm that held them in place over your head as the rest of your body tries to get as close to the source of pleasure as possible.

A whine leaves you as his mouth stops its ministrations, one of his hands pushing your writhing hips back onto the bed as his darkened eyes find yours once more.

“Good girls behave, y/n.” You can’t stop the moan that falls from your lips when eases a finger into you, eyes never leaving yours.

A second finger joins the first, curling at a certain angle that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, a heavy weight starting to form in the pit of your stomach.

“Only good girls get to cum y/n, you haven’t been very good tonight, have you?” The tightness in your stomach ready to uncoil when his lips met your clit again, giving a harsh suck before pulling away from you completely. Without his hands holding you down your hips rise up, following his fingers as they pull out and away from you, his cold gaze telling you everything you needed to know.

“I’m sorry Draco, please. Please. I was so close; I swear I’ll be good from now on. I promise. Draco please.”

“I don’t think you have.”

He’s standing again, hands on his hips, tongue running across his lips, the lips that had just almost pushed you over the edge. You didn’t have time to be frustrated over the near orgasm, besides, Draco had a thing for orgasm denial, you were all too used the edging.

“Unbind my arms.” He raises an eyebrow at your attempt to shift in power, but does as you ask all the same.

Your hands reach for his heavy cock, mouth giving a tentative suck at the swollen head, tasting the salty precum on your tongue. Your hands give him a few hard strokes before you take him back into your mouth, eyes watering as you struggle to fit even a third of him in your mouth.

“As much as I love to see you choke on my cock, I don’t think you deserve it today.”

You stare up at him through your eyelashes, the twitching of him in your mouth was all the confirmation you needed to know he was very much enjoying the view of you struggling to accommodate the size of him. 6 months of practise but you still couldn’t manage to take him in all the way.

His hands cup your face as he pulls you off his cock, replacing it with 3 of his fingers instead. His fingers press down on your tongue, forcing your head back, the rest of your body following as he lowers himself over you, his free hand already lining himself up with your entrance.

“Beg for it.”

All it would take would be one small shift of your hips and he would slip inside of you but the last time you had tried that he had bent you over his knee and slapped your cheeks until they were burning. You knew when to test him, and right now was not the time.

“Please fuck me Draco, I’m yours-” You’re not done practically purring your words when he thrusts so that his hips are flush with yours, giving you no time to adjust before he starts pounding into you with deep satisfying thrusts that have you drooling on his fingers.

His hands hold yours above your head, his mouth hot against your ear as he grunts and reminds you of who you ‘belong’ to.

“That Weasley could never fuck you like I can. This cunt is mine; it’s made for my cock and my cock only, do you understand?”

You whimper as your only response as his hips switch from their long deep thrusts to sharp snaps of his hips against yours, his mouth still reminding you who you belonged to.

“This cunt is mine; do you understand?”

You don’t know if you had responded with a “yes” or if it had simply merged with a moan to become incomprehensible.

“Yes what?” His hips continued their thrusts all the while, never losing their rhythm as your body arched into him and squirmed trying to get closer.

“Yes, daddy.”

You don’t call him that a lot, only when you’re truly in need of a trap card and apparently you were as it fell naturally.

His eyes snap up to meet yours, his grey eyes turning even stormier than before as he claims your mouth in a bruising kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth and fingers finding your swollen clit again.

“Be a good girl for daddy and cum.”

You don’t have to be told twice and finally let go of the heaviness in the pit of your stomach, your walls clenching around his as your body clings onto him, mouth unable to keep up with his kisses. The sight of you lost in pleasure, body writhing under his own, the fact that he had been the one to bring you this much pleasure was all he needed to paint your walls white. You hadn’t even noticed his stuttering hips, hadn’t noticed him still before pulling out. You were still in a daze, collecting your breathing as you came down from a high you had never experienced before.

“Are you okay?” You blinked away the blurriness in your vision to see Draco’s worried eyes scanning your face, hands keeping your gaze on him. “Was I too rough love?”

You know you must look horrendous right now, sweat coating your skin, a dazed expression on your face but you still give the biggest smile your tired muscles could.

“I’m perfect.”

“Want me to carry you to the bathroom?”

“Please.”

You’re in that space between reality and dreams when he picks you up, an arm hooked under your back and knees. He places you on the toilet first, you made the mistake of forgetting once and you made him promise to never forget again.

You watch as he moved around the bathroom, eyes appreciative of the view. Watching his back muscles become taunt as he stretched was something you could never get tired of. The red markings down his back from a couple nights ago were still prominent, you had offered to heal them, but he insisted on wearing them like ‘battle scars’ to show off in the quidditch changing rooms, you had rolled your eyes when he gave you that reason.

He had charmed the bathtub to fit the both of you, sliding in first before helping you step in. You rest against his chest, humming appreciatively as he runs his hands across your skin, focusing on the way they felt rather than the ache between your legs and on your wrists.

“I mean what I said.”

“hmm?” you had almost fallen asleep, his voice pulling you out from your haze.

“You’re mine. All of you. If you’ll have me.” You’re fully awake now, body tensed up as you realise exactly what he meant. You turned your body to face his, ignoring the water splashing over the sides of the tub as you settle between his legs again, facing him, “You want me? What happened to wanting no strings attached?”

You knew the game he played well, you wouldn’t fall at the final hurdle, if that was even what this is.

“I want you y/n. I’m not going to spout some bullshit love confession like some first year drugged on Amortentia, but I can’t share anymore.” Draco Malfoy was bad at communication but good lord this was a new low even for him. You were half inclined to continue feigning indifference to protect what you had, but the other half was greedy. Draco was offering you more, how could you not take this opportunity. You had beaten the game, you had gotten Draco to want more with you, well at least you were 70% sure.

“Is this some roundabout way of you asking me to be your girlfriend?” His upper lip twitched as you said the word girlfriend, the action making your own eyes drop to the space between you. Wet fingers cup you face, bringing your face back to his as he captures your lips in a slow, deep kiss. You had had lazy kisses together before, during lazy morning sex. But this, this was slow and meaningful and full of emotion. He might never be good with words, but this, this would be enough.

You pull away from him by a hair’s breadth, lips only millimetres apart. “Okay.” Each syllable you said caused your lips to touch again, neither of you moving just yet. He lets out a shuddering breath that he must’ve been holding in, a grin covering his face in a way you hadn’t seen before.

“You’re lucky you asked now, I was hoping to visit Fred soon.”

The ache between your legs only became worse as he kept you awake for the rest of the night, edging you and taunting you for hours to prove you belonged to him and that a Weasley wouldn’t even begin to compare (too bad you never got the chance to).

Waking up with sore limbs and a satisfying ache all over your body was worth every second it had taken to get here. To win Draco Malfoy.

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Four Seasons

Summary: Jaskier is the god of winter and he gets invited to the four seasons ball. A formal celebration held by the the gods. This is finally the moment that Geralt realises just what Jaskier the bard really is.

Rated: T

Length 1.8k

CW: Jaskier wears a dress, brief mention of gods being genderfluid

Based of this art by @little-piece-of-tamlin. Another @thewitcherbog special!

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As far as Geralt was aware, Jaskier was just a normal, very human bard. Jaskier had never said as such but people made assumptions, and he was happy to let people go about their day and think whatever made them most comfortable. Most people would be uncomfortable in the presence of a god, or they'd bow down, grovel at his feet, which whilst fun for a short period of time, got horrendously dull very quickly. He was a free spirit, especially during the summer months. Winter was a busier affair but Geralt was always tucked away in Kaer Morhen so never noticed Jaskier’s more immortal side during the coldest time of the year.

Geralt was about to get the shock of his lifetime.

It wasn’t as if Jaskier had planned it but the invitation had come in from Priscilla in the spring and he couldn’t just ignore it. The Four Seasons ball only happened once a century and it had completely slipped Jaskier’s mind, but he wouldn’t just abandon Geralt. The poor witcher might have thought he was dead if he hadn’t turned up at their unofficially agreed meeting place. So Geralt would just have to join Jaskier for the ball, and after that there would be no hiding. He was a guest of honour and gods and mortals alike would bask in the magic of the changing seasons. Most mortals wouldn’t remember the ball afterwards, the magic too powerful for their tiny little brains to comprehend, but those blessed by a god’s favour could remember.

And of course, Jaskier had blessed Geralt. One could not hold a god’s heart and not be blessed.

“You’re quiet,” Geralt grumbled as they made their way up to the rooms Jaskier had secured for them.

“I received an invitation to a party. I was hoping that you might come with me,” Jaskier stammered, feeling the frost creeping through his veins as it always did when his emotions started to get the better of him. He could melt snow and ice with a simple smile, but when he got anxious, things started to get a little frosty. The air temperature outside the tavern had dropped considerably since they’d arrived, but he doubted anyone had really noticed. It was late in the day and the change could be blamed on the setting of the sun.

“Already? Whose partner did you bed this time, bard?”

“Oh haha, very funny!” Jaskier scoffed, ignoring the frost glistening on the windows of their room when they stepped inside. Deep down he knew he needed to get a grip. Pris would be pissed off if he ruined her spring thaw with his own emotions, his poor sister would have to work even harder to counteract the effects of his magic, but it was always more difficult to rein in his magic in the spring. It was still strong from the winter months, and there was an adjustment period.

Even still, the snowfall last summer after the blasted dragon hunt had all three of his siblings up in arms against him. Valdo had to trigger autumn early and the whole harvest had been a mess.

He really should just tell Geralt he loved him and deal with the consequences, but… well… it had been a long time since he had loved like this and he still nursed the heartbreak.

“Jaskier?” Geralt said, snapping him from his thoughts. “What’s wrong?”

He blinked, focussing back into the room. He meant to say “nothing” or something along those lines. Something harmless and easy.

What fell from his lips was another thing entirely.

“I love you, oh bollocks!” Jaskier blurted, clapping a hand over his mouth.

“What the fuck?”

“I’m sorry!”

“No, I mean… Jaskier,” Geralt gestured to the room, there was a snow flurry above them and the windows were completely iced over. He desperately tried to think happy thoughts, the warm golden glow of Geralt’s eyes. The soft growl of his voice whenever Jaskier did something stupid that would get any mortal killed. Even if Geralt never loved him back, the thought of his witcher was enough to soothe his panic. With one last deep breath and a flick of his wrist, the snow was gone, “What the fuck?”

“Oh fuck, Pris is going to kill me,” Jaskier whined. “I- umm…”

Geralt pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, one hand was holding his medallion and he just looked… well, done? Shit. Fucking cock balls.

“Explain, bard.”

“I love you? Quite hopelessly, I’m afraid,” Jaskier smiled sheepishly, his tongue flicking out to flick his lips, a nervous habit that he’d never quite overcome. “But!” he announced with false bravado, “that’s neither here nor there, it’ll pass. No need to worry about me, witcher.”

“And the snow?”

“Oooh yeah that.”

“Yeah, that.”

“Well, there’s a chance that I might be a god, hypothetically speaking of course. I’ve always favoured the winter months,” Jaskier admitted, flexing his fingers and pulling at his lute strap.

“You hate winter,” Geralt growled, still painfully ignoring Jaskier’s love confession but that was fine. “You always spend the winter in that cushy academy of yours.”

“Not strictly true,” Jaskier sighed, “but are you coming to my ball or not, witcher? My sister has invited us both, apparently I don’t shut up about you, probably part of the being in love thing.”

“No, you just don’t shut up.”

“Rude! Fine, be that way, Geralt. I’ll go alone,” Jaskier huffed, pouting with his whole body in a way that he knew Geralt always fell for. “It’s a shame, I had a perfect outfit planned. Gods don’t play by your rules of gender, and oh you should see me in a dress, I look absolutely divine, quite literally in fact.”

“If I come with you, will you be quiet?” Geralt sighed.

“Now, now, we both know I can’t promise that.”

Geralt groaned before slumping onto the bed, the only bed, and it took Jaskier another half an hour to get Geralt ready for the ball. It helped that he could use his magic now that Geralt knew, but the witcher still fought Jaskier on the pale blue doublet that would match Jaskier’s dress perfectly. No man, mortal or otherwise, could fight Jaskier’s eye for fashion and eventually Geralt gave in. It helped when Jaskier reminded the witcher there would be no need for armour in the presence of gods, there was no monster they couldn’t best, and so reluctantly Geralt left his worn out witcher armour on the bed, and let Jaskier dress him.

“Did you mean it?” Geralt muttered.

“Mean what?” Jaskier asked, cocking his head as his magic weaved through the fabric, subtly marking the witcher as his, no other god could claim Geralt if Jaskier already had, and he just didn’t trust his brother, not after the Countess de Stael.

“You love me?”

“With all my heart and soul, darling,” Jaskier admitted softly, his fingers freezing on the collar of Geralt’s doublet, now printed with buttercups. If one were to look closely they would see the tiny little snowflakes that made up the design, “but I- I understand if you don’t feel the same. I didn’t- I didn’t mean to tell you.”

“Hmm.”

“Is that alright, Geralt?”

“Yes. I- shit,” the witcher growled, “It’s not easy for me, witcher don’t-”

“Oh fuck off,” Jaskier snapped. “ Don’t you fucking dare, Geralt. Witchers don’t feel. Whatever whoreson told you that-”

“I know. I know, but you got hurt, because of me, and seeing you lying there in Yennefer’s bed. I thought I’d lost you,” Geralt snapped, his golden eyes burning with fire.

“And that was the day I lost you… to her,” Jaskier sighed, “I was never in real harm. The djinn magic just hurt this body, and I’m rather fond of this one, but I would have survived.”

“You didn’t lose me, Jaskier. Yennefer, she’s, she’s less fragile, and the wish, my wish,” Geralt shook his head.

“Ah yes, you bound yourself to her, my poor aunt, you call her Destiny, was not impressed with that one, but never mind, dear heart, your destiny is set now,” Jaskier pressed a kiss to Geralt’s cheek. “Of course, I could undo it. Djinn’s magic has nothing on mine, but the bond between you and Yennefer means nothing. It is a tie, not a love potion. I know you love her, Geralt.”

“I love you, Jaskier,” Geralt said all too quickly, and Jaskier froze, his heart racing in his chest and the world spinning around him in a blur. “It was easier to pretend that I didn’t.”

“Oh.”

“Yes.”

“Oh fuck,” Jaskier cried out, whisps of frost dancing through the air around them. “You- you love me?”

“Yes, Jaskier,” Geralt repeated, rolling his eyes and shooting Jaskier a fond smile. “I love you.”

Jaskier beamed, and with a flick of his wrist his doublet and breeches melted away into a beautiful icy blue gown. The fabric was cold against his skin, a mesh of snowflakes so thin that the pale blue fabric was sheer. He left his arms free of sleeves, and winked as he saw Geralt’s eyes go wide as he took in the muscles that Jaskier usually hid under his clothes. He thought about taking on a more traditionally female form to fill out the cleavage in the dress, but he rather liked the way Geralt was looking at him with a dark hunger in his eyes. As he stepped forwards his boots shifted into elegant high heels, a dark navy blue with thin straps around his ankles.

“Jask,” Geralt breathed, “You look…”

Jaskier winked at his witcher, cupping his cheek with his hand. “There, now we match.”

“You’re taller than me.”

With a giggle, Jaskier nodded, looking down at Geralt for the first time in their acquaintance. They’d always been similar in height, but Jaskier’s shoes gave him the edge now. “Well, you are my guest for the evening, and no mortal should rise above their immortal, it goes against court etiquette.”

The witcher scoffed, “When have you ever given a shit about etiquette?”

“Human etiquette, witcher, not the gods’. This is different. This is my home, now come on, Pris will kill me if I’m late again.” Jaskier scooped up his lute, and took Geralt’s hand in his. “Are you ready?”

“No.”

“Hold on tight, darling,” Jaskier grinned.

“Wait, fuck, Jaskier! Not a portal!”

But the witcher’s protests were swallowed up in a flurry of snow as they were transported to the realm of the gods. An echo of Jaskier’s musical laugh hung in the air as the snow settled on the ground as the witcher and his bard set off on their latest adventure.

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Would u write something about Mac first words being "dad" o "daddy" and Jake GOING INSANE about that? I think it would be really special to him bc all his story with his dad and all his fear on becoming

He'd taken his eyes off of him for five seconds - the card machine at the bodega was giving him some prompt he'd never seen before - so of course something had to happen. Jake still mostly banked on Mac being unable to walk freely for more than a few steps from him, but he should've really factored in all the perfect toddler-height shelving that he could use as railings to get a whole aisle over before he and the cashier flinched from the sound of a crash.

And then the crying started.

The cashier was actually faster than him, given a headstart from not having to drop an entire basket of shopping to run over, but Jake was directly behind her to see his kid sitting on the ground, a puddle of something slopping around him and half over him. Pasta sauce, he realised as he saw the wobbly carton display that had obviously not been as steady as the metal shelves Mac had been holding onto before.

"Da...!" Mac sobbed with outstretched arms towards him. "Da-heee..." He wailed again with tears streaming down his face while Jake lifted him up, covering himself in sauce too as Mac clung to him and sobbed into his shoulder.

"Daddy's here, bud. It's okay. It's okay." He bounced him up and down as the crying slowed, cursing himself out in his head all the while. How did he let him wander away like that? Why did he not notice sooner? He'd been careless and stupid and irrespsonsible and a horrible fath-

"Is he okay?" The cashier still looked far more worried at them than at the mess she'll have to clean up now, and it gladly brought him back to centre as the only real adult in the room right now (she can't be more than 17, he thinks).

"Yeah, just spooked. I'm so sorry, I'll pay for the sauce of course-" Jake stopped as Mac lifted his head off his shoulder again, eyes red-rimmed but not crying anymore, at least, only to see that his forehead was less covered in pasta sauce and more smeared with blood from a cut over his eyebrow, and his heart dropped even deeper than when he heard the crash. "Actually, do you sell bandaids?"

-*-

"It's okay, peanut. Daddy's fixing it." He forces his voice to be soft and calm while Mac sniffles, sitting on the counter, the cashier picking up Jake's dropped shopping bags while he cleans the little cut with the alcohol wipes she'd handed him without even ringing them up. It's not that bad, he tries to comfort himself fruitlessly, just a little nick that bled a bit more than usual, but should be fine with a bandaid and some lotion. It's fine. He didn't- he didn't let Mac get actually injured. He didn't. Even though his subconscious was screaming nothing else at him.

Mac's eyes are still swimming while he stares up at Jake, unblinking, clinging to his fake-soft smile as probably the only thing to convince him there was no need to cry at the moment. You and me both, Jake thinks for a second.

"Daddeh." He squeaks softly as Jake sticks on a puppy-themed bandaid (also not rung up), and grabs his hand with his little grubby fingers, and time kind of stops for a moment as they look at each other. Mac's eyes are big and still slightly red-rimmed, but trained on him like there's nothing else in the world but them, and for Jake, there might as well not be.

"See, Daddy fixed it." The cashier breaks through, smiling at him too as she hands Jake his shopping with the bandaid box dropped in, and time loops back into normal. She gets a soft Thanks and a nod after she hands him his card from the blasted machine that started it all, too, and doesn't even mention the several jars broken an aisle over. She waves goodbye to Mac instead as they leave, and Jake is definitely leaving the largest bills he has in her tip jar next time they come in.

-*-

Mac's splashing water and bubbles around in his small tub, because the sauce had leaked through his dungarees straight over his legs, and Jake is busy scrubbing him down with the soft loofah that'll probably have to go into the trash after all this. There's too much swirling through his head while he carefully showers Mac off. A whole barrage of emotion he'd love to just aimlessly ramble out, but there's no one to listen to him in their little apartment right now, the only person who'd maybe understand him still stuck at work. He looks at the puppy bandaid on Mac's forehead that he'll have to change after the bath, at his happy face playing with the little ducky that makes such fun squeaky noises when it's filled with water, no sign of tears or pain left at all.

"Hey, Mac-a-roni." Jake whispers while Mac giggles and splashes some more water out of the baby-tub into the big one it was sitting in. "You... said something at the bodega, didn't you?"

Mac had been babbling and making noises for months now, lots of Goos and Gaas, the occasional Bleh and Duh thrown in, but Jake and Amy had agreed that none of those had been discernible as words yet, especially as they were never directed at anything in particular. Not like on the counter back there, staring straight at him with his big, chocolate eyes after that little parenting disaster he still wanted to scold himself for. Not like right now, soap bubbles clinging to his curls, smiling up at him in the comforting moment of their usual night routine.

"Daddeh!" Mac squeaks again, holding his arms out to be picked up into a towel like always, but held against Jake's chest much tighter than usual. He's trying not to cry, very hard, but he's sure his eyes are swimming and shiny as much as Mac's were while he was being bandaged up.

"Daddeh." He repeats as Jake laughs, breathlessly, kisses up and down his perfect chubby cheeks for some more squeals and laughter from them both, hugs him close again and again even as he dries him off and gets him dressed.

There's something warm glowing in his chest, Jake feels as he dances Mac to sleep to abuela's Spanish lullaby tape, something that feels both familiar and foreign at once. It reminds him of the feeling that shook all through him when that firefighter placed a screaming, goo-covered baby onto Amy's chest as she cried and carefully touched the dark whisps of hair already matted to his head. That feeling that settled around his heart for forever as Rosa handed him a cleaned up, swaddled baby that wasn't screaming anymore, his eyes closed but his teensy tiny hand wrapping tight around Jake's finger. It's a little different - but it's not, it's more of the same, but grown. Added on, like a new bud on an already flowering tree.

Jake is sure there'll be lots of new blooms on that feeling in the years to come, but this one, the one that opens up even more as Mac sighs one more little "Daddeh" as he falls asleep against his shoulder, will surely be remembered for forever.

-*-

He has enough wherewithal to warn Amy about the bandaid when she gets home and immediately moves to check on sleeping Mac, and she only rolls her eyes when she drops down onto the couch next to him after softly closing the nursery door.

"Do I even want to hear the story of the bandaid?"

"It wasn't anything. Just a little accident at the bodega. He's fine." Jake's actually convinced himself of that now, too, so it sounds believable enough.

"Alright." Amy nods, he swallows back down the worries he thought about sharing if she asked him to still explain instead. "Aside from that, how was your day with him? Did you have fun?"

"Oh yeah." Jake tries to grin and pulls her in to lean against his side as she rests her head on his shoulder, seeming almost as sleepy as Mac was when he did it earlier. "We went to the park and the post office and the bank and the bodega, obviously. A whole Brooklyn adventure."

"That's nice." Amy says in a quiet voice, and he wonders if he'll have to carry her to bed in a second.

"And, well." He hesitates, and that is enough to make her lift her head. Maybe he shouldn't say it. Maybe he should wait until the morning, let her discover it on her own, and pretend like it's the first time he's hearing it too. Forget about how it all came about today.

"Well what?"

"He said something."

"What?! Why didn't you lead with that? Why didn't you text me?!?" She sits up, staring at him with wide eyes, and he looks - apologetic, almost worried.

"I didn't want you to feel bad because you missed it." And didn't want to explain how I fucked up to make it happen.

"Oh." She visibly deflates, but then smiles at him. "But you heard it, right? He said it in front of you?"

"Yeah. He, uh. Actually. He said daddy. To me."

Jake completely misinterprets Amy's face, her scrunched together eyebrows, her shining eyes, her mouth softly opening and closing, and immediately leans forward with a hand on her arm to console her.

"I'm sure he's going to say Mama next, Ames - he's already going 'Mah' all the time, so-"

"He called you daddy?" Her voice is so soft, almost breaking, as he feels her hands on his cheek. "Jake, that's wonderful!"

"Yeah." He nods with a shy smile, but Amy's face only softens more.

"You're his first word." She says with so much reverance, and he can't feel bad about it anymore. Can't think he doesn't really deserve it, not when she looks at him with that much love in her eyes. "You're Mac's first word."

"I'm daddeh." His smile isn't so shy anymore, not when he says it out loud like that, not when it feels 100% right.

"You're really daddy, babe. You're daddy."

He huffs and smiles even wider with another nod, and that feeling is back, that little warm glow blooming in his chest, and Amy is quick to wipe away the few tears that make their way down his cheeks all of a sudden before bending forward for a kiss.

"DADDEH!" echoes through the room from behind a closed door where someone is clearly not interested in sleeping anymore, and Amy laughs against his lips.

"See?"

"I'm gonna go and get him." Jake sighs happily.

"Oh please." She nods as he gets up. "I want to see him say it to you."

#B99 #Brooklyn 99 #Peraltiago #Jake Peralta #Amy Santiago #my writing #ficlet #fic #mac peralta

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