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jazzyspams · 10 months

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Scared

pairing: aemond × fem!reader (afab, use of she/her)

rating: explicit. (18+. mdni.)

summary: “we’ll see who gets the last laugh princess.” he muttered low and dark. the feeling of his large hand gripping the back of your neck tight and holding you close made you ache. you ached for him, for his touch, his smell, everything. you hated him and he hated you which made you ache for him all the more

requested: yes

warnings: public sex, orgasm denial, overuse of the word slut, edging, degradation kink, jealousy, mentions of previous sexual activity, creampie, overstimulation, begging, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, sex with a tad bit of feelings, hair pulling, dom! aemond, rough sex

notes: i literally wrote this so fucking fast. i honestly wasn’t expecting for many people to read the last story but holy fuck you guys are sweet, it may not be a lot of you but u really do appreciate you guys. this is literally my motivation!! and also requests are opennnnn!!! love you all!!! and i didn’t reread lmfaoo im sorry i got lazy

part one

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days had passed since your little encounter with aemond and fuck you regretted it

not really but really.

all the days that had passed you’d been avoiding him, pretending to be sick so you wouldn’t have to come out of your room for breakfast or supper

and even when you would see him for a short time, preparing to ride his dragon or even simply seeing him walking in the halls with the queen he would just walk right past you as if nothing had happened. you wanted to think maybe he just didn’t see you but he definitely did because you saw the quick and simple glances he gave you when he saw u in the halls

you weren’t expecting him to be at your feet begging you to stop avoiding him, but it was if he hadn’t even known of your absence or even cared and it made you feel somewhat sad

for gods sake he was in you, multiple times. you’d at least expected for there to be some sort of difference in the weird relationship between you both but there wasn’t.

you honestly didn’t know how to feel about this whole situation, angry or ashamed?

as you sat on your bed alone with your thoughts you heard a low knock and you looked up as your door opened, your knightsgaurd let down a low bow

“prince lucerys velaryon and prince jacaerys velaryon” he announced, moving to the side to allow jace and luke to walk in. as they walked in your knightsgaurd shut the door

luke slightly shouted your name as he walked towards you, opening his arms; going in for a hug. jace walking will him, rolling his eyes, disappointed at his brother’s manners

you smiled at your unexpected guests. happy that they came and surprised that they even thought of you, not really surprised but you really didn’t expect it

as luke hugged you tight jace quickly pointed out about how you’re “sick” and luke jumped up as his brother’s words and observed your face

“you quite honestly dont look sick at all” jace questioned with an eyebrow raise

luke nodded, agreeing to his brother’s word “yeah in fact you’re kind of glowing” luke added with the same curious look as his brother

you let out a awkward laugh knowing where that “glowing” look comes from.

“so… what brings you two here” you quickly said attempting to change the subject

“we just wanted to check up on you, its been days since we’ve seen you and everyone has been wondering where you’ve been”

you smiled at his warming words, you just couldn’t be in the same room with him for too long. it would be too embarrassing and awkward. and you had a bad habit of displaying your emotions on your face, thats what everyone tells you (mostly your father) which is not that surprising because you get it from him

“i know, i just-“ you stopped yourself letting out a deep breath, wanting to tell them what had happened or literally anybody. you needed to get this off your chest, you needed some advice but you couldn’t tell anyone. you had to deal with it by yourself because only the gods know what will happen if your secret is exposed

you cleared your throat, swallowing the words you so desperately needed to release “i haven’t been feeling all that well” you said with a low empty smile

luke made the most disbelieving face you had ever seen. it was as if he could see right through your lies. “right… well you look fine now, i think its time you got out of your chambers and come to supper tonight!” he yelped

you groaned “lukee,” you dramatically dragged his name “im still not feeling all that well”

he nodded at your words, you smiled thinking he finally let it go as him and jace walked towards the door

but luke turned around right before he opened the door “ill just bring the maester so we can see if you’re still sick” he said with a grin

no! you shouted quickly. a little too quickly.

you sighed “ill be at supper tonight”

lukes grin grew bigger, knowing he won “perfect!” he smiled, showing all his teeth. you rolled your eyes. is this what it is like to have a little brother?

you had just left the a small council meeting, you weren’t apart of the small council but they had discussed your touring and wanted you to be there. nothing had changed really they just discussed all the princes that you would meet, which quite honestly were a lot. but you were prepared thanks to rose

the queen said she was happy you were feeling better and said she was glad that you would be returning to the family supper’s and of course the whole council agreed with the queen

after the meeting the queen directed ser criston to escort you back to your chambers to prepare for supper

after a few moments in silence walking, ser criston finally spoke. “how are you feeling” he asked turning to you, as you both continued to walk

you smiled. he was the first person to ask you this in days.

“thank you for asking, i feel better but i would truly kill to get out of here. ive been in here for days, i want to explore the city, see the people and drink fresh wine. i just want a breath in fresh air” you let out. you thought you sounded like a crazy woman but ser criston just smiled at you

he let out a low laugh “i understand what you mean, it was like that for me when i first arrived here.”

“well how do i fix that desperate feeling” you asked turning to look at him as you made a complete stop

he looked around making sure no one was close enough to hear what he was about to say. “i got out. i snuck into the city and did what i wanted just for the night. and it was a night ill never forget for the rest of my days” he said with a low whisper

oh how heavenly that sounds. after days of just being in your chambers alone with your thoughts you knew this was the release you needed.

“would you ever consider taking me?” you slightly whispered

he shook his head “and risk the chance of getting the new princess caught escaping or even worse, getting hurt?”

you sucked your teeth “ser criston please, we wont get caught and you’ll be there protecting me”

“absolutely not” he whispered turning away, continuing to walk. you quickly followed behind him and grabbed his arm

“please ser criston, only just one time. im new to this whole thing and its been very hard” the desperation in your throat started to rise

he groaned, “alright but just once” he said putting up his index finger

you grabbed his face and slightly shook him as you said “thank ser criston! truly thank you! you are too good for me”

he smiled as you let go of his face, continuing to walk “oh and we need to stop by godswood, i need to get a couple of fresh flowers from there for my room”

the only flowers you have ever kept in your room were snapdragons, you especially took the ones from godswood because you knew how much aemond cared for them because they were his mothers but you honestly didn’t care if they were the queens i mean for gods sake she was the queen. she could get dozens of flowers

the queen has everything. so whats a couple of flowers you thought as you walked into godswood. you looked around, hoping aemond would be here but he wasn’t

a part of you wanted him to be here so he could watch you pick these flowers and realize you dont care about what he says

you walked behind the heart tree and grabbed a couple of flowers, not too many but just enough to put in a little jar in your room.

you kept your eyes on the beautiful pink flowers in your hand as you walked down the pathway heading towards the entrance where ser criston stood, waiting for you

you played with your mother’s necklace that dangled around your neck, trying to feel some sort of comfort and it worked until you hear ser criston yell, “my prince!” you quickly looked up and seen aemond, standing in front of ser criston, his large framing slightly towering over him

he stood tall and confident with his hands behind his back. you hated him but holy gods he was handsome. his eyes quickly snapped at you as you continued down the pathway

“and what do you think you’re doing with those” aemond asked, turning his eyes to the flowers in your hand

you looked around sarcastically trying to figure out who he was talking to, oh so he can speak when you have some stupid flowers in his hand but god forbid him even look at you after fucking you

“oh im sorry now you can speak?” you said with and unbelievable scoff

he laughed, shaking his head “i wont play these games with you. answer my question.” he demanded

oh, fuck him. you’re the one playing games when he can barely even fucking look at you? he wants to see you play games? okay.

“you still have one eye. its pretty obvious what i am doing” you turned your head slightly with a smirk. if he wants a game, he’ll get one

ser criston turned to you, eyes widened at your words. looking at you like you’ve just crossed the line

aemonds jaw clenched tight. “ser criston take your leave” he demanded as his voice turned dark. shivers roll down your spine; oh fuck. arousal hitting you slow at the darkness in his voice

you saw ser criston nod from the corner of your eye. “ser criston you will do no such thing” you quickly shouted, as you swallow, trying to make the arousal in your core go away as you kept your gaze on aemond

aemond razed his eyebrow as if your words meant anything “ser criston may i remind you who you serve?” he said, turning his gaze to ser criston, almost giving him a death stare

ser criston just sighed as if he knew something bad was going to happen, he let down a low bow to both of you before he look his leave

aemonds gaze stayed locked in with yours until ser cristons foot steps were gone

its silent for a little before he speaks

“dont you ever fucking disrespect me like that again” he snapped

you narrow your eyes “oh please you’re just mad i did it in front of ser criston” you snap back.

his eyebrows raise as if he just realized something “and you princess?” he laughs in a mocking manner

you raise your eyebrow, confused at his words

“dont act as if your not mad that i haven’t said not one word to you since that night, i may have one eye but fuck its clear as day how desperate you are for my attention,”

you feel your anger coming to the surface and tears of anger and somewhat embarrassment in your eyes (mostly anger) because to some degree he was right.

“taking these flowers? refusing to show up to any family gatherings for days? i dont know if you haven’t noticed but i dont fucking care about you princess” he finished, almost growling “and just because you cant stop thinking about the way i fucked you dumb doesn’t mean i owe you anything. not a dance, not wave, not even two fucking words.”

you stepped back at his words. your face burns. fuck him if he thinks you give two shits about him either. “i dont fucking care about you either and you’re far beyond delusional if you think for one moment i do”

“right” he laughs sarcastically

“i haven’t thought of it once. and i’d rather let ser criston fuck me in front of the whole red keep before i ever think of you” you whisper with a similar evil smirk he once gave you

he stepped closer to you, tilting his head down to stare directly in your eyes “and what makes you think he would want to fuck a slut like you”

his words sent shivers down your spine, chilling you. you could feel you nipples hardening under the thick dress you wore and you panties getting wet. “slut” the word replaying in your head

he smirked noticing what that did to you, seeing your body stiffen and tense up. you couldn’t let him think he won. you just couldn’t

you looked up at him “maybe the fact that he’s taking me out tonight and maybe ill let him fuck me in a brothel and maybe, just maybe after he’ll be a man and actually acknowledge it,”

this time his body stiffened at yours words and oh it felt good, seeing him speechless. you definitely couldn’t stop now

you placed your hand on his chest and stood up on your toes as you whispered in his ear “the fact that you cant even hold eye contact with me for five seconds or even speak two words is pathetic.”

you waited for him to say something literally anything but he didn’t. you just laughed. as you attempted to walk past him he grabbed you by the back of your neck pulling you in close, making you drop the flowers that were surprising still in your hand

your heart was beating fast at the reaction you weren’t expecting. you’d thought you had won but you were obviously wrong

“we’ll see who gets the last laugh princess.” he muttered low and dark. the feeling of his large hand gripping the back of your neck tight and holding you close made you ache. you ached for him, for his touch, his smell, everything. you hated him and he hated you which made you ache for him all the more

aemond knew what he was doing, even tho you haven’t known him for long he knew how to push your buttons in ways no other had but he also knew how to please you like no other.

this game you and aemond played was intoxicating. and fuck you lived for it

aemond released you from grip, turning away and leaving you standing there. speechless.

“ugh! i’ve been patiently waiting for this moment for ever!” rose yelps as she lays out three dresses on display for you to pick which one to wear to supper

you didn’t pay any attention to the designs of the dresses, just the colors. you turned your head to rose and looked at her like she was a crazy woman

green, black, and blue are the colors of each dress. green representing the queens side of the family and black representing your step mother’s, (the soon to be queen/ heir to the iron throne)

“rose have you lost your mind” you asked her, genuinely concerned. you might have been new to this whole royalty thing but you sure ass hell weren’t stupid. picking between the colors black or green was like picking which side you were on and you refused to do that.

“whatt?” she shrugged her shoulders innocently. you rolled your eye’s pointing your finger to the blue dress

she signed dramatically “yea…good choice, its really lightweight and easy to pull off and slip on”

“if you honestly think ill pick between those colors you have truly gone mad” you laughed as rose slipped you in the dress. rose walked towards you bedside table and looked in your jewelry box

you looked down at the dress and smiled at its simplicity. simple but beautiful nonetheless. the dress hung at your shoulders and had gold outlining

“hey…, where’s your mom’s necklace” rose yelled out. your hands flew to your neck but nothing was there, “are you sure it isn’t-“ you stopped yourself realizing you never put it in your jewelry box. the last time u remember having it at godswood

“fuck!” you stomped, picking up your dress and quickly running out of your chamber

fuck. fuck. fuck. you thought as you stormed towards godswood, you didn’t want to go back to godswood. ever. all of the two times youd been there it had been very bad and traumatizing experiences. quite literally.

you prayed to the seven gods that you would easily find your necklace and peacefully go to supper and go out to the city with ser criston and live happily ever after but of course the seven gods hated you and had to make your life difficult

you entered godswood and retraced your steps. first looking at the doorway where you stood with aemond and then looking up the pathway. you look behind the heart tree in the rows of snapdragons. you sigh realizing that you fucking lost your mothers necklace

you were so fucking busy playing a stupid back and forth game with aemond that you lost the one thing you needed most, the one thing you had left of your mother. you wanted to blame aemond so badly but it was you, you shouldn’t allow him to get under your skin the way he does

“have you come back for more?” you heard a voice you knew all too well call out from behind you. speaking of the literal devil

you turned around and seen him smirking as her leaned against the back of the tree. he wasn’t smirking how he usually does he was kind of smiling, like a bad child who had just done something they weren’t supposed to. you rolled your eyes but of course he’d think you came here for him; and why the hell is he always here

you furrowed your eyebrows. oh how u wanted to wipe that smirk of his face. forget him. you need to find the necklace you thought as you turned back around, looking in the same row of flowers but something hit you. you were sure you had the necklace right before aemond had grabbed you

you spun around quickly. a little too quick, feeling a bit dizzy. “you have it dont you” you asked as you slightly raised your voice

his smile growing “i have no idea what you speak of” his voice low and deep as his words came out smoothly

you walked towards him. you didn’t want to play these games anymore, you just wanted to get your necklace and go. but he just had to make that impossible. now that you stood in front of him in the dim moonlight, his features started to shine.

his hairstyle was different, still in it’s beautiful platinum white color but it was down; all of his hair down it middle part, it was slightly messy as if he’d been practicing. you remembered how he looked after practicing because that was the first time you met him and the sight was implanted in your mind forever

his scar that split his eyebrow and stopped at his cheekbone stood out mostly and shined the brightest in the moonlight. his strong and sharp jawline made him look so much more intimidating than he needed to be.

your took a deep breath, deciding to put your pride to the side “aemond…please just give it to me” you almost whined

you noticed your words did something to him as he bit his lower lip

there’s a tension that seems to always be lingering in the air whenever you two get around eachother, and it doesn’t get better as the seconds go by

you looked up at him, making sure the innocence in your eyes shined bright as you inched closer to him. you were so close to him now. the memories of what happened the last time you got this close flooding your mind. picturing how he took you in so many ways that night. a part of you wanting it again

your hands fell on his chest and you kept your eyes on him. as you looked at him you recognized the look he gave you. he wanted this; he wanted you. you wanted to touch his scar, outline it and tell him the scar was was beautiful and so was he but something stopped you.

you knew everyone wanted you to stay away from him but that just made you gravitate towards him more. he was hurt and misunderstood and you knew those two feelings all too well. so to some degree you understood him.

your gaze following your hands as you trail your hands down his chest, nice and slow until you reached his member. you only touched it a little bit but you would feel him hardening at your touch

you stop yourself, realizing what you’re doing and remembering the real reason why you came here. you open your mouth to apologize but nothing comes out. all you can do is turn around and suddenly aemonds large hand grips the back of your neck. he manhandles you and doesn’t feel bad about it one bit, ignoring the gasp that escapes your mouth as he shoves you against the tree

his voice, angry and aroused, “do you think you can come here and tease me, and then try to leave?” he questioned you

“aemond-“

“shut up. you don’t deserve to speak, the way you’ve been disrespecting me all day,” his voice demanding and angry. your stomach drops, the tug you feel below your stomach is heavy, causing your panties to dampen. him being angry shouldn’t turn you on the way it does.

aemonds free hand bunches up your thin, lightweight dress. you can feel his fingers trailing up your thigh as he pulls it over your ass. you tremble at his touch, his fingers cold and rough

“aemond someone can catch us” you breathe out and then gasp, you talking earns you a slap from behind. not stinging but hurting from the surprise of it

“did i tell you to speak?” he growls as he outlines the bottom of your panties, slipping a finger in the tight stretchy fabric; moving his fingertip along your ass. “you’d love it if someone caught us, risking the chance of someone knowing your pussy belongs to me. you’d love that. wouldn’t you?”

you whine, nodding your head slowly

“slut” he mumbles as he removes his finger from your ass quick , letting the fabric slap against your ass hard. he hooks his fingers at the top of your panties. yanking them down; letting them fall to your knees. you moan as the cool air hits your wet aching cunt

you’re breathing hard. you want to beg him for his touch but you know he’ll just spank you for just talking. you hated him for this, teasing you; out in the open. on full display, but only for aemonds touch.

he uses both of his hands to spread your asscheeks, admiring your went and slippery cunt. “me talking to you all dirty gets you this wet?” he asks in a mocking voice. you nod, not daring to speak. a dark laugh leaves his throat.

aemond brings his hand around to the front of your pussy and he leans in close. you can feel the warmth of his hard clothed cock against your back. he circle’s your clit slowly with his index and middle finger, using all the self control he had in his body from throwing you on the ground and fucking you relentlessly with no remorse. he wanted to show you a lesson for disrespecting him today; but he knew in order to do that he had to take his time, making you wait and beg

“does ser criston get you this wet?” he hissed, the speed of his fingers picking up. you shake your head quickly, hoping it will satisfy him. aemonds palm falls heavily against your ass and you jerk forward. “use your fucking words” his voice growing more hungry.

“f-fuck, no, he doesn’t” you barely get out as you dig you nails into the rough tree. the pleasure building in your core is hot and heavy. “you only get this wet for me, right?”

“j-just for you, o-only you aemond.” you almost scream as his thick long fingers enter you fast, your head shoots back on his shoulder; your neck now exposed, but not for long as aemond quickly noticed and sunk his face in your exposed neck, the feeling of his teeth grazing along the skin of your neck and the feeling of his rough fingers inside of you; almost sending you over the edge

you tried to muffle your moans but you couldn’t, the pleasure was unbearable; coming from different directions, you wanted everyone to know how good he made you feel in so many different ways. the slick, wet noise that came from between your legs filled the air.

you cant help the moan of his name that escapes your lips as he curls his fingers. the stretch of his thick fingers is nothing like the stretch of his cock but you’ll take whatever he gives, like a starved woman; and you were, starving for him. the tears of pleasure falling down your cheeks

you can feel yourself about to explode. youre clenching around him, almost reaching your high. he knows it and removes his fingers, removing his face from your neck; you almost drop at the empty feeling he leaves you with.

he grabs you by your cheeks hard, forcing your face to the side to look at him. his face is marked with anger. “did i say you could fucking cum?”. you shake your head “aemond please.” you beg; not knowing what it is you’re begging for

“shut the fuck up and get on your knees” he hissed. you comply, turning around and getting on your knees. you watch him remove the strings of his pants; your eyes glossy with sexual frustration. he pulls down his pants finally releasing his cock.

your tears drying slightly as you gulp, looking at his cock. fuck. did it get bigger? you could feel the somewhat dry dirt on your knees- the thin dress not helping much.

he stands tall before you. your mouth waters at the sight. he pumps it roughly, his tip a bright red color from arousal; the precum flowing lewdly. he places his thumb on your bottom lip, slipping it in your mouth, you don’t hesitate to suck on it; slowly moving your head back and forth. you could see the lust in eye as he watched you. he removed his thumb from your mouth and traced it along your lips.

“open” is the only word he mutters to make you open your mouth. the need to taste him, spurring you to lay your tongue out flat and wait patiently for him.

“whats pathetic,” he mocks your words from earlier, tapping your tongue with the weight of his length; the slapping sound, making you moan. he taps against you again “is watching you-“ he cuts himself off as he pushes a little bit of him in your mouth. “take whatever i give you, and beg for my cock” he groans as he stuffs the rest of his cock in your warm and tight throat

you gag immediately, his pace unforgiving as he fucks your throat rough. you try desperately to breathe out your nose, gagging as you feel him deep in your throat. another sweet groan leaving his mouth, biting his lip and nodding as he removes the hair from your face. you can feel your head hitting the back of the tree but your hair gives you some sort of protection from the rough bumpy surface. a few tears falling from your eyes as you choke, your lung’s gasping for air. he’s close. you can feel his veins moving to the top of his tip. you want him to explode in your mouth but he pulls away

you suck in the air your lungs so desperately needed with a strangled gasp, your saliva linking to his big cock is quickly broken as he lifts you up by your arms. your eyes hazy as you tried to catch your breath.

he snatched the dress off your body; finally exposing your full body, leaving the dress at you ankles. “since you love those flowers so much, im going to fuck you on them” he said as he unraveled the string of his shirt and nodded towards the flowers, signaling you to get on them. you stepped out of your dress and stood on top of the flowers; you sighed knowing the beautiful row of roses were going to be ruined. “ass up” he demanded as he finally freed himself from the shirt and his pants that stayed at his ankles. you did as he told you and bucked at the feeling of the cool air hitting your swollen pussy

he gets behind you, and you can feel the tension bubbling behind you. his hand falls hard against the skin of your ass, you whimper as you jerk forward “been disrespecting me all fucking day. say you’re sorry” he says sending another slap on your already abused ass, you let out a strangled yell

“g-gods im sorry” you let out as a strained whimper. “won’t do it again will you?” he said; the mockery in his voice rising. “n-no i swear it aemond” you almost cry

he gives no warning, no teasing, doesn’t say a word as he enters you, swiftly and hard. you scream. the quickness of him thrusting inside made you squeeze around him. he moaned and it was the most heavenly sound you had ever heard. “f-fuck, girl, you’re s-so fucking tight” he grunted

your mouth flew on you mouth as you felt him setting his pace. it took everything in you to refrain from screaming and moaning his name. you may have been behind the tree but you were still in a public place, all it took was for someone to walk up the pathway. you let out choked and muffled moans with every painful thrust, feeling his cock push against your g-spot with every thrust

he groans your name

his fingers digging deep in your ass, as he pounded in you. you couldn’t hold it anymore, his teasing from earlier making you near you edge faster than you had before. you moaned his name “may i please cum” you begged; so vulnerable and hopeless. “you love being my slut don’t you?” his fingers intertwining with your hair; twisting your hair into a ponytail and yanking you against him, making you slam against him, balls deep. you dont dare to hesitate “i love being your slut aemond” you babble as you slam into your orgasm, your fingers gripping the flowers under you, dirt under your nails but you didn’t care

you released your hands from the flowers trying to catch your breath. but he wasn’t done with you yet. he yanks you up by you hair; placing you in his lap. you hiss at the movement, realizing he was still inside of you.

weak with overstimulation “its too much, i don’t think i can take it” you cry. aemond grabs you by the side of your face, making you look at him “you can, we’ll go slow. just keep your eyes on me” he whispers, and it almost sounds sincere. you just nod; keeping your eyes on him

he moves your arms around his neck as he places his hand on your waist; you lean your neck back, resting it on his shoulder to keep your eyes on him. he pushes your waist down gently, you slowly start to grind against him. both of you still looking at eachother

hes so deep. you grasp his hair, as he slowly helps you pick up the pace as you ride him. he soon gets impatient- hands holding your hips as he soon starts to thrusting into you; you’re moaning at the overstimulation. you’re holding him tight as you feel him about to explode, you felt your second orgasm building in your core.

something different was in the air as you both looked at eachother, both could feel it. was is vulnerability? had you two finally put your hatred aside and decided to just enjoy this moment because you knew it wouldn’t last. you knew he’d just go back to ignoring you and he knew you’d go back to finding a husband

you didn’t know what you wanted with aemond but it surely wasn’t this. and you hated him for not helping you make up your mind.

“i hate you” you whisper in his ear, moaning lightly as he groans . tears of pleasure building in your eyes and you can feeling your legs start to shake. he pulls you close to him as his thrusts get slower and sloppier. “f-fuck. i know. i know you do baby.” he almost moans as you both chase your high together

still keeping you gazed locked and your sweaty bodies on eachother for just a moment before he pulls out of you- that empty feeling returning as he stood up and started putting on his clothes. all you could do is sit there; naked, sitting on top of his mother’s flowers.

“give me your hand” you heard him say; you snapped out of your daydreaming to see him standing in front of you fully clothed. you opened your hand and you could feel something cool fall into your hand. your necklace.

you could feel your face scrunching up as he lifted you up by your arms and helped you stand. your legs were weak and wobbly like jelly. he grabbed your dress and pulled it up over your body. he stares at you for a moment, before he mutters “have fun on your date with ser criston”, walking down the pathway and leaving.

you stand there looking at the ruined flowers and your ruined dress for a second, before you walk down the pathway; taking your leave as well.

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#aemond smut #aemond targaryen #smut #smut writing #house of the dragon

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flowerywhispers · 2 years

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This is my second time requesting, I hope you don't mind :] How about a fluffy picnic date (reader) with Callisto Regulus,Ijekiel Alpheus and Alver Crossman (separate)

Please take care and have a good day ♡♡

| | Picnic headcanons | |

Character(s): Callisto Regulus, Ijekiel Alpheus and Alver Crossman

TW: Food mention, Alver spoilers from the novel (I think?)

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Ahhhhhhhhh, this is so cute! Of course I don't mind you requesting again! You can send in as many requests as you would like while they're open <3 || I don't remember if these guys are ever mentioned to be able to cook or not so I'm winging that little detail 😌 || ALSO SORRY FOR THE QUALITY IT FEELS KINDA REPETITIVE TO ME BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO FIX THAT 😭😭

[ Callisto ]

Callisto is very new to the whole domestic scene. Most of his dates with you will usually feature something considered more unusual like hunting since they're one of the chances where he doesn't really have any obligations and you love that but you wanted to do something different this time. Callisto would never even consider saying no to you and the idea of a picnic is something new to him

Please help him in the kitchen, he has no clue what he's doing. His cooking skills are sorely limited but he isn't too bothered about it being perfect. It's more of the experience itself with him

He's very sentimental and soft throughout the whole thing which is somewhat unusual for him. Maybe something about the peace of being in a field away from everyone else, secluded and with no chance of anyone finding the two of you unless you wanted to be found. He has many of these spaces where he can go to feel safe for a little while and chooses one to share with you for this

He does like to take the chance to tease you over the fact that the two of you are all alone the first few times

He doesn't really know what to say a lot of the time that you're together because he doesn't want to ruin the peace of the moment so he spends a lot of the time looking over at you in something akin to adoration because he never knew that something like this could have you so peaceful and happy and he just has to kiss you because there's very little that be loves more than seeing you happy

[ Ijekiel ]

This is far from his first picnic courtesy of Jeanette so everything is prepared perfectly

He somehow manages to prepare all of your favourite snacks without issue, all on his own for that matter because he likes making your dates special and tailored to the two of you and chooses the most comfortable blanket that you've ever sat on

He hand makes all of the snacks and drinks too, not that he'll tell you unless you ask. He doesn't like lying to you but sometimes he feels a little embarrassed to tell you just how much he really likes to spoil you. He isn't ashamed of it but he does get a little shy when it's mentioned

Kiel absolutely lives for tamer dates with you where the conversation between you is fluid and soft because it all feels so domestic and calm, the two of you recommending various foods to eachother and leaning over to feed some to one another, scented napkins being a frequent help to remove smeared chocolate from lips and fingers

In the moments where there is silence as you admire the scenery, he likes to look over at you and rather than admire the scenery, admire you with the scenery as your backdrop

The feeling really is incomparable to him

[ Alver ]

He's another one that has very little experience with picnics. Things like that that you would do with your family or friends have never really been open to him and he's never been able to go on any on his own because of all of his obligations as a prince

He does come to find that he absolutely adores them though a jumps at the chance to go on a picnic date with you whenever he's free and isn't being bothered by Cale or someone. Usually Cale

Whenever he goes on anything similar to a picnic (it's nothing like a picnic) he's used to being in some kind of potential danger so he relishes is the peace of picnics

He likes to have you right next to him on the blanket so he can hug you from the side. There's also the fact that he will clear out as much of his day as possible for picnic dates with you so it's also a nice bonus for you to sleep against him if you get tired because you're out for a while

Everything is specially made for you and no expense is spared even if you do tell him not to go all out for these. Everything made is simple, things like sandwiches and pastries but you just know that the ingredients are quality bought and made

They're just as much as a break for him as they are for you so he does like to pamper the both of you for a little while and brings extra food encase someone decides to show up but everyone usually gives you your space for these

Not to mention that picnics are never on palace grounds as much as he would love to give you a nice view so the two of you are fairly secluded. It's one of the few times where he's comfortable presenting as a dark elf on occasion around you

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bro i just realized that most of my happinest comes from imagining myself in fictional scenarios with fictional characters because in the real world i dont really have anyone i feel i can truly trust, so really at this point one of my only sources of happiness is just being somewhat delusional thinking fictional people care about me when in reality i dont know if anyone will truly even care about me in that extent, i dont even think i could even love myself the way i want people to love me because i just see myself as a generally displeasing person to be around because im too much too bear or too confusing or too angry and people dont wanna put up with me and ive just been realizng that for the past months and it makes me wish i was someone else who could be better than whoever i am, i dont even know at this point who i really am and i wish i was better and funnier and not someone who is the embodiment of a dissapointment.i cant even bring myself to talk about my problems to people irl no matter how much id like to because im too scared to be a burden or just seem overexaggrerating so its eating me from the inside and i cant bring myself to be someone i want to be, all i do is just stay in my room all day because i dont have the energy to do anything anymore. thing that i used to like dont seem the same anymore and i just wanna be held by someone and to be told that its okay to not be okay but if someone actually did it would feel like just a big lie because i dont have that much of an excuse to not be okay so really im putting down other people's problems and looking for attention and i feel so guilty for even feeling this way but at the same time i dont wanna let go of these feelings because it feels like if i have them people will actually care about me and ill have someone by my side and if i dont feel sad then nobody would have any reason to pity me and nobody would really wanna hangout with me anymore and it feels so comflicting and it makes me wanna shut myself away from everyone and continue to pretend everything is okay even if nothing feels okay. i wish i was someone else, maybe then nothing like this would happen.

that one relatable moment where you have nobody 2 vent 2 so you vent as an anon 2 a random blog ran by the literal nicest person ever

-mango anon

mango bby :(

first of all—i’m proud of you for being honest with your feelings! i’m sure it took a lot of courage to come forward and to talk about this with someone else so please give yourself some self care in my place for taking that monumental step!

i know that it may not mean much if i say this because of how overused this line is but truly, don’t ever feel bad about what you’re feeling. always remember that the need for attention is normal and common to all humans. it’s not only limited to that but the need for comfort is also normal and common, the need for physical touch is normal, the need for validation, for acknowledgment, for a positive reaction to yourself, a need to express yourself, to talk about yourself, to voice your pain, to feel valued and important—it’s all normal and a part of just being a human being.

so please, don’t beat yourself up over having those. if you’re struggling with some of them particularly, it doesn’t mean you’re “needy”. anyone who doesn’t get those things would go to deprivation mode and end up craving them severely, eventually. those needs should be met at default and as your friend, i always want to ensure that i can readily provide those for you! so don’t feel ashamed for voicing those thoughts to me because i appreciate that you trust me enough to tell me as i genuinely want to help you. i know i may seem like a random blog run by someone you don’t know from the internet but that doesn’t mean my friendship for you is less valid. so please, if you ever need to talk to someone or just need me to listen then always remember that i’m here for you. because how else would i know what to help you with if it’s not said?

and i know that you feel delusional for seeking comfort from fictional characters but that’s simply not true. because personally, through my own writing, what these people say or do are essentially extensions of the authors who use them in their literature. so whenever craig and kenny talk to reader in youth, they’re not just baseless things that are said just cause for the plot. they’re actual words with real meaning and intent to whoever is reading their dialogue. so with that in mind, what they both have said is their words of affirmation and reassurance to you:

feelings aren’t illogical. they aren’t wrong nor are they here for no reason. they aren’t a failure of self control, they aren’t a burden, and they are not an inconvenience. emotions are generated from actual things that happened, they are normal reactions to things that actually happened!! if you feel sad, anxious, hurt, overwhelmed, mad, frustrated—even if it seems illogical, there’s a very good reason you feel this way. you aren’t supposed to control how you feel, you aren’t supposed to doubt your emotions. they are always just a reaction, they do not come from you!! they’re not your failure, feeling all this is normal and logical under unbearable circumstances of anything that’s happened.

i hope you will be kinder to yourself babe, you deserve it :< it makes me so, so upset when you can’t see how amazing you are in my eyes and i bet everyone else’s just because of some mistakes you made along the way or any ill feelings you harbor for yourself. i really wish you didn’t beat yourself up so much over them, those mistakes or whatever negative things that have happened don’t define you.

and remember: you’re not stuck the way you are now. every day you have the potential to grow and to learn, and you do grow and learn, all the time! it may not feel like it because it’s so subtle, but you do. the universe won’t let you get stuck, there is so much more to discover and i’ll always be here with you along the way! it’s inevitable to make mistakes, it’s human nature and wouldn’t make sense to be perfect on the get-go. no one is like that. just remember, progress can’t be compared. progress is still progress and slow + steady will still win the race! as long as you’re not changing yourself to cater to someone else’s needs or society’s standards then i will always support your desire to strive for the best version of yourself!!♡

#asksforlala #i love you mango!!#you got this!!♡#mango anon ♡

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sunny6677 · 1 year

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Flames.

Summary: Skid is saved from a situation he never thought he'd be in. But now he has to heal from everything he went through. And he doesn't know how.

Chapter 4: Back Home.

TWS: TRAUMA IMPLICATIONS, ABUSE IMPLICATIONS, VOMIT, EMETOPHOBIA, BUG MENTIONS.

(SERIOUSLY. SKID GOES THROUGH A LOT IN THIS SHIT. BE WARNED. YES, THIS IS A STORY ABOUT HIM SLOWLY HEALING FROM HIS TRAUMA, OR AT LEAST TRYING TO. BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN ITS NOT SOMEWHAT DARK. BE WARNED. DONT WORRY THOUGH, IT DOESNT ROMANTICIZE ANY OF THE DARK THINGS IN IT THOUGH. IT IS POTRAYED AS A BAD THING. THIS IS JUST ABOUT SKID HEALING FROM A BAD EXPERIENCE.)

(I ALSO PARTIALLY WROTE THIS STORY TO KINDA COPE WITH MY TRAUMA, SINCE WRITING ABOUT PEOPLE SLOWLY HEALING FROM THEIR TRAUMA KINDA MAKES ME FEEL BETTER ABOUT MY OWN EXPERIENCES.)

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Already, Pump had left.

After Skid had thrown up, Pump had left. For it was already getting late, and Skid's mother had assumed him to most likely just be not feeling well. Skid didn't really want to see Pump go so soon, but he was feeling too ill to really plead for him to stay longer. Before Pump had left though, Skid could have sworn he saw a glimmer of fear in his mother's eyes. His mother told Pump to not talk to anyone he didn't know, despite Skid not exactly remembering her telling Pump that the previous times he came over to visit.

Skid was a little dissapointed. He knew he could easily just hang out with Pump tomorrow—but he was a little sad about him having to leave so early despite them finally reuniting. But there was nothing to be done. Pain ached in the back of his throat, and his eyes felt as if they were going to burst with water. He was disgusted with himself. He repeatedly apologized for vomiting to both his mother and Pump, but his mother reassured him that it was okay. Ashamed was he. But his mother seemed oddly.. confused whenever he apologized for vomiting before her and Pump. Even if she didn't say it directly, he could tell by the expression on her face that she was a little puzzled. Perhaps because the previous times he had thrown up, he had never apologized like that?

All he knew was that he really didn't know what to think.

As of now, he was laying on the couch helplessly with his mother sitting beside him. Pump was gone by now. Skid was laying his head on the cushion of the couch—looking at the screen that was now paused. He clinged to the cushions as his mother rubbed his head softly. He felt her gaze upon him. He still felt ashamed for what had happened, and guilt was running endlessly in his mind.

Skid let out a shaky breath. "..m—mom..?"

His mother arched a brow, making a humming noise as if to signal that she was listening.

"..I'm sorry.." He weakly said again.

His mother only continued to arch her brows, looking down at him with a gaze of maternal worry. "Son, I told you that there was no need to be sorry. Why do you keep apologizing?"

Skid didn't have a clear answer. The only thing he could do was meekly say back, "..I don't know."

His mother went silent for a moment, as if in thought. Then, she spoke again. "Let's just get you to bed, okay? You're probably already tired enough from everything that happened today.."

Silently, Skid nodded in agreement.

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Skid hadn't done his normal night routine in so long that he nearly forgot how to do it.

It wasn't that there weren't memories of his former routine lingering back in his mind. But he had grown so used to the man's way of living that he never thought he'd have to carry out his usual routine again.

Even so, he was relieved. He never felt so happy to carry out a night routine in his life before. Though maybe what had happened with the vomit from earlier was keeping him from expressing any sort of excitement.

He had bathed properly, for the first time in a while. For finally, he didn't have to use some alternative way of doing it. And he didn't have to worry about the man possibly getting angry with him for no valid reason. Or possibly surprisingly not getting angry. The man had so many mood swings that he never knew when he was going to get mad or not. But he feared when he would get angry, so he always remained prepared. He was relieved he wasn't even in that house anymore. He still couldn't believe that a few hours ago he had been in that man's house still, and now he was here. Skid listened for a moment. The only sounds he heard were the sounds of the water running. No loud muffled screaming or the sounds of distant bugs whatsoever.

Somehow, it felt wrong.

Even so, once he had finished bathing, he began brushing into his teeth. And managed to change into some clothes that he hadn't worn in a while. It was just his normal striped pajamas. They felt more cozy then he remembered them being. And he didn't know why, but they seemed oddly bigger on him than the last time he remembered wearing them. He didn't mind though. It was just comfy to wear.

He brushed and brushed at his teeth, staring at his reflection in the mirror. Skid still couldn't really believe he looked like.. that. He recalled having better hair than that, and he certainly didn't recall having that pale of skin. He didn't even recall having eyebags either. And even if he knew why they were all there, he still felt somewhat self conscious of it. He really had been there for a year.

He listened again for any sounds once he finished brushing his teeth. He heard nothing but the sounds of the water running, and the sound of his own toothbrush lightly being placed down by his own hand. He didn't hear the sound of ocean waves, and he didn't hear the sound of something randomly shattering.

Somehow, it felt wrong.

He tried to brush his hair by himself, but.. he didn't exactly succeed. Even if he had dried his hair by now, he forgot to actually brush it. Did he also gain a bad memory from being gone for so long? He had no idea. All he knew was that it was certainly going to be a pain. He tried to brush his now dry but still somewhat ragged hair. He felt pain in the tendrils of his hair, and he let out weak sounds of agony. But he tried not to make too much noise. He didn't want to alarm his mother or anything. Not more than he had already.

Even so, his mother somehow heard him, and walked in. She asked if he needed help. And he said no, despite his struggling. But even with his decline, she could clearly see that he needed it. And somehow with enough convincing, Skid decided that maybe he did need help with brushing his hair after all. So he let her do it instead. Of course, it still hurt. It ached, it felt like his hair was being ripped apart piece by piece. Yet it was not. His mother repeatedly apologized, and he tried to say that it was fine. But he couldn't exactly do it through his sounds of pain.

Eventually, she managed to successfully do it. And his hair now felt like it didn't have constant knots in it. His hair was in the clean bowl cut it used to be in again. No loose hairs, nothing ragged, just his normal old hair.

He smiled, now a little more relieved about how he looked. His mother said something—but he couldn't exactly hear her, for he was too focused on how happy he felt. He did know that he could at least make out that she said she would wish him a good night before he went to sleep though. So he felt happy about that too.

This time, he only focused on the sounds around him without meaning to. He heard nothing much. Only the sounds of his mother's footsteps growing a little distant(for she was going somewhere else in the house), and the sounds of the air conditioning. No clattering of plates, no sounds of bugs scattering across the floor.

And yet somehow, it felt wrong.

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Finally, it was time for him to sleep.

Skid was back in his actual bedroom. The bedroom that belonged to him, the bedroom that was actually his. The bedroom that he actually wanted to sleep in. He grinned happily whenever he saw the sight of his own bed, and he could sense that his mother was smiling too. Skid couldn't help but try to rush foward to his bed—but he then nearly fell flat on his face. Out of his own excitement, he forgot about his weak state.

"Sk—Skid, are you okay?" His mother inquired. She had managed to support him before he could actually fall on the ground, so he luckily didn't manage to scrape his face the first day of being back home. Skid only grunted—but he smiled nervously in response. He could only say, "..y—yeah. I'm fine."

Skid then slowly began to walk toward the bed with the physical support of his mother, and she slowly put him on the bed. He practically buried himself in his blankets. He even thought about literally hugging his pillow the moment he set his head on it. His mother was leaning down beside the bed, smiling at the sight of his happiness. Skid was glad to see her. A part of Skids own anxiety kept insisting that maybe this really was a dream. That it seemed too good to be true.

It felt so real though. So why was his mind so anxious about the possibility of it not being real?

His mother ran her fingers through his hair as he shut his eyes in sleepy happiness. She, who was his true parental figure. She, who was his mother. She looked down at him and said gently, "Good night, son. I'll see you in the morning, okay? Let me know if you feel sick again."

Ah.. that was right. Skid hadn't exactly told his mother that he had probably thrown up due to the donuts out of his own concern that she'd be more worried than she already was. Even so, Skid slowly nodded. "Yeah.. okay.. night, mom." He smiled softly.

His mother then turned off the lamp that was beside his bed. And she began to exit the room. A part of him wanted her to stay, for irrationally, he feared that someone would come in the night and take him away again. But he knew that wasn't gonna happen, so why did he fear it?

The only reason he didn't say a word was because he didn't want to make his mother more exhausted.

With a hesitant sigh, he yawned. He then shut his eyes, listening to the sounds of crickets from outside. Listening to the sounds of cars driving by from outside.

And slowly, he succumbed to slumber, hoping tomorrow he wouldn't wake up and find that it was all a dream.

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There was a sound of ringing.

"Hello-ween?"

"J—Jaune.. he.. he's back."

"..what?"

"My—my son.. they found him. He's back."

"Wh—What?! Are you serious, girl? They—they found him?!"

"Yeah.. he's sleeping right now, so I'm trying to be quiet. I think they arrested that bastard who took him away.. but—"

"Ho—Hold on.. are you saying someone.. kidnapped him? Was that why he was gone for so long?!"

"...yes. They told me that they found him in some burning house with some guy."

"..oh, shit. Lila, girl.. I'm sorry. Do you think he's gonna be okay? Yo—You know.. Skid."

"I—I'm not sure. He threw up earlier whenever his friend came over to check if he was back again.. he kept saying sorry over and over again too."

"Wh—What? Oh, geez.. maybe just try and be more gentle with him?"

"I have been, Jaune..."

...

"Well.. I'm just glad they found him. And I'm glad you have your son back, girl. Maybe tomorrow you can take him out to get some ice-cream or something. It'd probably make him feel better."

"...okay. I'll see if I can take him out tomorrow to get some.. bye, Jaune."

"Bye, girl. Get yourself some sleep, okay?"

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I'm sorry I just really like writing this fic kehdhene

#spooky month #read the tws #spooky month au #skid spooky month #skid and pump #pump and skid #pump spooky month #lila spooky month #jaune spooky month #flames spooky month

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jincherie · 4 years

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florescence | v

❀ — pairing: taehyung x reader x seokjin ❀ — genre: hybrid au, hybrid tae, hybrid jin, poly au, fluff, smut (future), angst ❀ — words: 6.8k+ ❀ — rating: sfw ❀ — warnings: a pinch of angst, some hurt n comfort, and a teensy bit of risque content towards the end.... yay for scenting!! ❀ — notes: There was a fair bit that I changed in this one so part way through i ran into a bit of a block-- gradually, I pushed through!!! here is the next part uwu, I dont have anything written after this so the next update may take a while. (also, for anyone still having trouble with this, I did add a read more)

Okay, so maybe you’re lonely, and maybe there is something missing in your life, a void that you maybe want to fill with a companion that may or may not be of human origin… You’re perfectly content not doing anything about it though, until your best friend calls you in desperate need for your help and you suddenly end up coming home with not one, but two hybrids that may or may not have been on the way to the chopping block had you not taken them in. They’re more than a little rough around the edges, and the situation is less than ideal but… maybe the best things don’t always come in perfect, shiny packages. Maybe they just need a little time to bloom.

— posted; 11.03.2020 // masterlist || prev. | next.

When you wake up, you feel so well-rested that you almost completely forget what troubled your heart the night prior. Almost. As soon as you sit up and your gaze flits over the window, weather uncharacteristically gloomy, you recall what has been troubling you the past week and a bit and all of a sudden you can physically feel your mood drop. Right.

Well— you attempt to stop the spiral before it can really begin— today is your chance to make things right. You have the whole day off! That, for one thing, is sure to cheer the boys up a little bit. If they’re still not in the best of spirits, like you feel they might be, then you have the whole day to come up with a plan.

Yawning and scratching your head, allowing yourself a moment of indulgence before you get up to dive into the day headfirst, you attempt to bolster your confidence at least a little. With a little perseverance, you can do this!

You can do it! x x x

You can’t do it.

You thought that you’d be able to keep a cheery mood going, that you’d be able to cling to some optimism, but as it turns out you were somewhat wrong and this situation as it is now at around midday has your glass looking half-empty.

You’d gone about your normal routine after getting up; showering and then cooking and cleaning a little. To your surprise, the boys hadn’t come out to beg and plead with you at all. Even as their behaviour in the evenings changed during the past week and a bit, their behaviour in the mornings never did. So, understandably, this new development filled you with an icky feeling that stuck to the sides of your stomach like tar. You need to figure out what you’re doing that’s actually upsetting them, but attempting to pull the answer out of them is like pulling teeth. And with nothing but the barest hints to go off, you don’t really know where to even begin your online search, either.

So, halfway through the day and already almost at your wits end, you suppose the only way to go now is trial and error.

Off the top of your head, there are only a few things you can think of that might be bothering them.

First, there are the insecurities they have that you’re already aware about. You don’t think this is actually the only thing bothering them, but you have a gut feeling that it has something to do with it. Each day they spent in the labs after their creation, under the technical label of ‘failure’, clearly took its toll on them. They only had each other there, and you know that the men you met while picking them up would have done their best to take care of them but as employees in that institution there is a line that they couldn’t ever cross to really give them the comfort they needed. So you know that Seokjin and Taehyung both were deemed ‘failures’ within their batches, exceptions, and you know that this knowledge has brought forth entire complexes around inferiority and worth within them.

Knowing this, it has you wondering if those complexes are leading the two of them to feel as though they’re being slowly pushed aside, or as though they have become a second thought to you. They most definitely haven’t, but with their background you wouldn’t be too surprised if that is a conclusion they have come to. You really want them to know and understand that they are a part of your home now, but you also know it’s going to be hard to get them to that point.

Regardless, it’s difficult to know what is actually wrong with them without being able to talk to them, and as the morning goes on they prove persistent in their efforts to ignore and avoid you. It irks you and upsets you at the same time, but still you do your best to be understanding. They’re not going to come out and have breakfast for as long as you’re in the kitchen, so you make the slightly wounding decision to return to your room for a while so they have a chance to at least eat. Taking care of them from the shadows it is—you leave some eggs and toast on plates for them before you retreat further into the house in the direction of your room.

You really wish that for situations like this there was someone you could just ask who would have all the answers you want and more—not many of your friends know that you even have hybrids, though, and Seulgi is probably at work still. Plus, she’d probably just tell you to look it up yourse— oh!!

You have the internet!

Honestly you’re not surprised it’s taken you this long to realise you could just look it up instead of lamenting and stewing in your own confusion and worry. Flopped across you bed, you pull your phone up and get to work. ‘hybrids upset with me’ is the first thing you intuitively type, and it brings forth an array of results. As one might expect, about 30% of them are actually relevant to what you want. You open a promising-looking one and begin to read.

“When instilling absolute obedience in wayward hybrids, it is expected that at first there will be a little backlash and they may react in an upset manner. A firm hand and unrelenting—”

Well, you click out of that one faster than you can blink. A closer look at the site name, perfectingyourpet.com, makes you realise you really should have inspected it a little bit more finely before opening it earlier.

Back on the search results page, you skim over the rest of them with a more scrutinising eye. It takes you a while before you actually open one that isn’t a run-around or an instant dead end.

‘Just like their animal counterparts, hybrids can become stressed and unhappy from a number of things that we often don’t think of from a human standpoint. Certain foods, environments, smells—the littlest thing can sometimes impact your hybrid companion’s happiness.’

Now that you’re reading this and really thinking about it, that makes a lot of sense. You aren’t sure how you haven’t been coming to these conclusions much earlier, and feel a little stupid and ashamed.

Chastised, you read a little further, soaking up as much information as you can, leaving the things you think aren’t very applicable for your situation. Towards the end, you admittedly skim it a bit, but to be fair that is just because you’re antsy to get started on fixing whatever has fallen through between you and the boys.

Some of the causes of stress this site tells you about are things you don’t think you have to worry about – yelling, fighting, having lots of guests come through and an always busy house. You definitely don’t have to worry about those. But then, when you read through the others, nothing is really clicking into place like this, this is it. You aren’t sure as to the cause still but at least you have something to go off now, even if it will be a process of elimination and learning by error.

One of the first things the site says, in addition to those you didn’t really think were relevant, is that it could be something in the diet, the environment, or a smell—or any change really. Branching off of that thought has you realising that it’s possible your big faux pas here is that you introduced such a big change – you going to work for a few hours a day – so suddenly and abruptly. From what you’re reading, it’s more than likely unsettled them and made them feel a bit insecure in their positions once more.

So, as your first attempt to make things right, you’re going to do your best to include them all over again. With a sigh you rise from your bed and attempt to steel yourself before making your way back into the kitchen, your fingers crossed that they have at least come out to eat something.

You’re quiet in your movements, and you think that is largely what allows you to catch the two elusive hybrids in the kitchen as they chow through the breakfast you left for them. It makes you happy to see they’re still eating what you make, but still sad to know they refuse to do it in your presence.

“Good morning,” you greet softly, leaning against the doorframe.

You hadn’t meant to startle them, but that’s what you end up doing. Seokjin, who had been looking through the fridge (most likely in search of some juice), jumps in fright, one yelp escaping before he bumps his head on a shelf and another, louder one follows it. Taehyung doesn’t make any noise, but you see him jump in his spot by the bench, whipping around to face you with wide eyes and a mouth full of eggs.

It’s an odd mix of emotions that cross their faces, prefaced by a wash of guilt and then a myriad of others you don’t manage to catch in time. They’re still upset, but clearly seeing you has weakened their defences slightly. You quickly take advantage of it.

“I’m glad you’re up and about,” you say, shooting them both a smile and doing your best to make sure none of the hurt seeps through. “I was thinking we could all do something together today!”

Surprise is what greets you as they stare at you, then at each other. Seokjin voices their thoughts, “You don’t have work today?”

From just behind him, you can catch his tail beginning to sway in cautious anticipation. His ears are slightly lowered, as are Taehyung’s, but they perk up when you answer them with a shake of your head.

“I don’t,” you affirm, feeling slightly bolstered by their response. “So I was thinking we could do something… maybe go out to the park? Or a café? Or—”

Their ears flatten and its obvious they’re not too into that idea, surprisingly. You really thought that would be something they’d love! You quickly backtrack. “Or, we could just cuddle on the couch and watch Netflix…? Seokjin, that zombie show you like had another season added.”

At that, they seem much more enthusiastic. Seokjin’s tail begins to wag a little more heartily, if still somewhat tentative.

“Already?” he asks, eyes wide. “Oh that’s good, they left it on a cliffhanger last season.”

The few moments after he finishes speaking are almost awkward, but you step in before they can get to that point.

“Perfect, did you want to watch that now?” You pose the question, before recalling that you’d caught them in the middle of stuffing their faces. “I mean, after you’re done eating of course.”

“Yes!” Seokjin nearly yaps in his excitement, the mood of the two hybrids seeming to have taken a complete 180 now that they know they have your time all to themselves today. You wonder if the ‘cuddling’ aspect had much to do with it, since you’d noticed their eyes light up when you’d mentioned it earlier.

You turn your gaze to the side, and when you see Taehyung looking just as excited, you offer them a bright smile. “Great, well you guys finish up and I’ll wait in the living room. I’ll get it all set up.”

Both of their tails are wagging as you turn and make your way to the room in question, and you feel significantly lighter than you have all week. You just need to bond with them a little more, assure them of their place with you and that you care for them. You were too dramatic earlier, you can do this!

Going around the living room, you end up setting up the couch like a makeshift nest, their comfort the main thing on your mind. Netflix is on and loaded, and you tidy things just a bit in the extra time you have before you hear the two hybrids approaching the room.

They’re excited, you can tell from the second you catch sight of them. Taehyung especially looks like he’s trying not to smile too big, but his tail is whirring a mile a minute behind him.

Seokjin picks up the remote, before turning to you. “You sit down first.”

Apparently it slipped out before he’d realised, because in the next second his face flushes and he hurries to correct himself at how demanding he feared he sounded. “I mean, uh… please. So we can, um….”

He doesn’t have to finish for you to know what he wants. More often than not, the two of them wait until you seat yourself so that they then can flop down and curl around you. Smiling at Seokjin to let him know it’s okay, you sit in the middle of the couch and wait. Well, you don’t even have to wait—as soon as your ass touches the seat the two hybrids dive for a spot on either side of you, nestling against you, the blankets, and the couch.

Their actions stir up butterflies in your stomach and you have to marvel at yourself—wow, you’ve really gotten quite touch starved because of this whole ordeal, haven’t you? That’s kind of embarrassing…

Seokjin swings his legs over your lap and Taehyung presses his body to your side, head on your shoulder. You can feel his large hands fisting the material of your shirt needily, oblivious to the way he brushes the underside of your breast with the action. You ignore the skipped heartbeat that results and pretend it didn’t even happen. That’s a dangerous rabbit hole to go down if you follow that thought.

“What are we watching?” you ask, reaching a hand up to play with the curls at the back of Taehyung’s neck. His grip on your shirt tightens and he presses closer before the tension leaves his body completely, and he lets out the faintest noise in satisfaction. You’d do the same to Seokjin but his higher level functioning ceases when you play with his hair and you kind of want a response.

“This?” he proposes, eyes on the screen. You follow his gaze and watch the preview that’s played for you. “I added it to the list but haven’t, um… haven’t gotten to watch it yet.”

“If it’s what you wanna watch, put it on,” you reassure him, holding your hand out for the remote. He sees your hand and his cheeks warm—you wonder why before the answer follows, and he places his hand in yours, threading your fingers together.

You don’t even have the heart to tell him that you were asking for the remote, especially now that you feel your own face burning. God, what are these two doing to your heart today?!

What Seokjin chose seems to be some new anime with alternate styling to what you’re used to seeing, the mode of animation different but quite cool. Unfortunately, you only get to watch about a minute of it before something disrupts the peace and content beginning to settle over the room.

Knocking. On your door. It’s light but sharp and very persistent. Seokjin pauses the show, confused but alert.

“Who on Earth…?” you murmur to yourself, regrettably rising from the couch and parting from the warmth of the hybrids. There is an odd weight on your side as you stand, and you don’t realise that Taehyung has risen with you, clinging to your side, until you take a step and he bumps into you by accident.

Endeared by the way he dons a sheepish smile, you accept his company and make your way to the front door, wondering who on earth would even be making the effort to visit you on your day off. Rustling sounds from the couch, but you figure it’s just Seokjin getting comfortable and preparing to wait.

“Just a second!” you call out when the knocking stops, worrying the culprit is leaving. Did you order anything recently? Are you expecting anyone and just forgot? You really don’t think so. Taehyung trails after you, connected only by his loose grip on the bottom of your shirt.

You could have peaked out of the peep hole, but you don’t, going straight to opening the door instead. The figure waiting on the other side makes you halt in surprise. Taehyung shoots ramrod straight behind you.

“What are you doing here, rude cat?” you ask in surprise after a moment, teasing nickname tacked on by default. Changkyun gives you a borderline dirty look, but doesn’t speak for a moment- his attention is captured as he catches sight of the hybrid plastered to your back. His mouth forms an ‘o’, realisation dawning across his features.

“Ah, the unhappy audience….” He murmurs to himself, a glint entering his eyes that you absolutely do not like one bit. Before you can warn him off whatever idea has just entered his head, he turns his gaze to you and offers a bright, if somewhat cheeky, smile.

“Hey, y/n,” he purrs, taking a step closer. You’re suspicious immediately. “You left something at our house last time, and since we were driving past your place anyway the madame asked me to come bring it up to you.”

As he finishes speaking, he pulls something out from behind his back, holding it out to you. You can feel the tension of the hybrid beside you as you reach out and take it, eyes wide.

“Oh, my cardigan,” you mutter, holding up the dark pink article and pursing your lips in surprise. “I did wonder where it got to. Thanks, Changkyun!”

“No problem!” he answers, perhaps a little too easily, He rolls the ring on his bottom lip as he stands in contemplation for a moment. It’s as though he considers doing something, entertaining the thought for a moment before deciding against it. Instead, he offers you a sly smile, beginning to step backwards. “See you next week, y/n.”

You return the farewell, waiting until he is a good metre or so away before closing and locking the door. The second you do, you feel Taehyung pull away from your back. Surprised, you turn in question—the second your gaze falls on him though, you freeze.

You’re not sure if you can describe the current look in his face in just a single word—there are many emotions that seem to flick across his features, but the one that seems to linger the most is hurt.

At the realisation you’re baffled, understandably, and while your brain attempts to put pieces together and figure out why Taehyung is looking at you like that, he pulls away. His brows are furrowed, bottom lip a split-second away from trembling fully.

“Tae?” you ask, tentative. At the sound of your voice though the hybrid shakes his head, expression even more upset than before. It makes your stomach drag down with guilt and a certain sense of anxiety. Taehyung steps back, looking at you for just a moment longer before he turns and flees.

A call of his name is stuck in your throat and you can only watch him go, hearing him pass through the hall and then hurry up the stairs. Absolutely boggled, you almost miss the movement from the doorway to the living room.

You turn your gaze just in time to catch a glimpse of Seokjin as he slips away, following the same path Taehyung laid through the house just seconds earlier. After the sound of him climbing the stairs passes, you’re confronted with the painfully familiar sound of their door slamming closed upstairs.

You don’t have to have seen his face to know that without a doubt, whatever you’d done to hurt Taehyung’s feelings so suddenly, the same applied to the older hybrid.

God—you don’t even know what you did!

This is getting utterly ridiculous and at this point you’re sitting and stewing in your own ashamed juices. You’d just been so close to mending things with them! How had things turned around so quickly?

It’s like a bag of rocks has been dropped in your chest, pushing your heart down to your stomach. You feel very crummy, suddenly. You don’t doubt they feel similar. They’re not going to sit and watch something with you now, and there’s no point in waiting for them to come down because you’ve been with them long enough to know that they won’t.

What are you supposed to do?

Fighting a sudden batch of irrational tears that have risen to sting your eyes and threaten to fall, you scrunch the cardigan in your grip and make a beeline for your room. You don’t bother going to turn off the TV because right now you’re too upset and it’s just going to remind you of how you’ve managed to ruin things, again.

As soon as the door closes behind you and you’re in the sanctity of your room, you let a sniffle escape. The silence that echoes off the walls is all that answers and you throw yourself onto your bed, phone in your hand.

Even though you’re sad right now and want nothing else than to just cry into your pillow a bit and get these horrible, heavy feelings off your chest, `you know you can’t let this go on any longer than it already has. Somewhat sulkily, you unlock your phone and open the browser, returning to your search from earlier. At this point you can only conclude that the problem is you, and that you won’t be able to find anything to help your plight online.

Of course, that’s the last thing you want to be true. And so you return to your previous search, going through all the tabs you opened up previously and rereading to see if there was anything you’d missed or misinterpreted. You’re not all that optimistic, though, and as you read you try not to think about the sneaking feeling you have that you’re not going to find anything to help you fix this new mess you’ve made.

X x x x x

An hour later you’re climbing hastily from you bed, standing corrected. You’d just found the answer and the solution you’d been looking for—the fact that it was in one of the first pages you opened earlier and you didn’t get it until just now is an incredible source of shame for you. At this point in time you’re very frustrated with yourself, but thankfully there are more pressing matters to attend to.

You know what’s been bothering your hybrids and upsetting them so much.

Of course, in retrospect it’s something so painfully obvious that you want to kick the ground and ram your head straight into the wall at the same time. You read earlier about how change and stress can affect hybrids more than humans, but it hadn’t really sunk in the types of changes and stressors they are especially sensitive to. Reading through one of the first pages again had something you missed the first time through smacking you in the face the second time round.

Your hybrids are unsettled because you’re their ‘owner’, and you’ve been going out and hanging around other people and hybrids, covering yourself in a myriad of strange, different scents, when they haven’t scented you yet.

Your face warms as you recall everything you’d read after clicking the hyperlink on that word in the original article. Scenting can entail a lot of things depending on the hybrid, but mostly its innocent, and something they need to feel settled and secure, something instinctive. Which explains a lot of things, honestly.

Again, you feel so stupid.

Now that you’ve… enlightened yourself, you have the decency to feel a little ashamed and guilty for not taking better steps to understand your hybrids and accommodate them. It’s on you that you didn’t know any better because you hadn’t done the necessary research, but at the same time you wish they’d come to you and told you what was wrong. Although, you know that considering their background, it’s probably hard for them. They’re never sure of their boundaries, where they can go and how far they can push—they’re too cautious and worrisome sometimes, you think. You have a feeling that that’s kind of what was happening behind the scenes here too.

Trying very desperately not to give in to the flustered blush that’s trying to heat your cheeks at what you’re about to do, you attempt to calm yourself by going through the motions as you normally would at this time of day. It’s late enough that you can justify changing into your pyjamas, and so you do—and although these are the clothes you usually wear to bed, the fluffy pants and thin-strapped singlet leave you feeling a little more exposed than usual. You know that you’re going to be more than a little embarrassed while doing this, but honestly you’re just going to have to push through it—it’s the least you can do considering your part in this.

Once changed, you kind of want to climb back in bed and procrastinate the inevitable a little longer, but you force yourself out of the room. It’s somewhat sheepishly that you emerge, attempting to be quiet with your door even though you know there’s no way they’ve left their room. The trip down the hall to their door is quicker than you remember and it isn’t long before you’re taking a breath to prepare yourself and knocking softly on their door. The response is instant.

“Go away!”

You fight a smile at the sound of Seokjin’s voice—his words say one thing but the waver and hints of a plea in his tone say another. It’s cute, the effort he’s putting into trying to show you he’s upset when you have a feeling he wants nothing more than to spend time with you as he usually does. You take a moment to steel yourself before letting out a huff.

“I’m coming in,” you announce, trying to keep your tone gentle, and then you open the door before he has time to protest. When you swing the door open and step in, it’s to the sight of him sitting on the queen bed with his knees tucked to his chest, his face red— although you can’t tell if it’s from anger or embarrassment.

“What do you want,” he grumbles, reminding you very much of a child with the way he averts his eyes and pouts. His tail twitches anxiously behind him, his ears pressed against his skull. Your eyes sweep the room, confusion flickering amongst your thoughts when you don’t catch sight of his younger brother.

“Where’s Taehyung?” you ask, head tilting. Seokjin answers you a moment later, albeit reluctantly.

“He’s in the shower…” he says, and now that he mentions it you can hear the soft sound of music filtering through the wall. The dhole hybrid likes having something soft and jazzy playing whenever he showers or bathes, you suspect it’s because it helps relax him a little.

You hum in acknowledgement, standing in the doorway for a moment, leaning against the doorframe as you simply look at him. He seems to flush under your prolonged gaze, desperately trying to avoid meeting your eyes. It takes you a moment to decide how to start, and you try not to keep him on his toes too long. It still startles him when you finally speak a few moments later.

You decide to just bite the bullet and jump right into it. “Seokjin, do the two of you feel comfortable here?”

The male balks at your question, eyes wide as he finally looks at you. His knees drop into a cross-legged position against the bed as he straightens, sputtering. “What? Of course we do, you’ve given us everything.”

You wonder if he realises he’s fallen out of his upset character but push the thought aside in favour of continuing your interrogation, setting the grounds so you can lead up to a certain point. Distantly, you register the sound of pipes creaking in the walls as water is shut off and the sound of jazz music disappearing to a muffle. You shake your head at the male, but smile at his words. “Seokjin, what I mean is, are the two of you comfortable— do you feel at home?”

At those words, the hybrid freezes, staring at you with wide eyes. After a few moments he attempts to form a response, the conflict behind his eyes making your heart clench painfully. “I… we…”

You sigh, offering the male a slightly sad smile. “Seokjin, it’s okay. I… I’m sorry. I realise that I could have been doing a better job, with this whole thing. I should have done more to ease you guys into this, and reassure you.”

The male is silent, his eyes glistening slightly. You continue, “I realised earlier that it’s possible you don’t feel like… like this is a permanent home for you, that you could feel as though I’m just a middle ground or a foster home and that you can’t really settle or feel secure here. Is that right?”

His mouth falls open, expression conveying just how completely caught off guard he is—you are right, it seems. He can’t seem to muster a response, but his features contort into an expression of guilt. “y-y/n, I’m sorry—”

Realising the turn his thoughts are taking, you hurry to step closer and sooth him. “No, bub, you don’t have to apologise at all. This one is on me. This is as new for me as it is for you two, but that doesn’t excuse it. I need to do better, and I will. I…”

At the barest sound of shuffling, you turn over your shoulder and hold your arm out invitingly; Taehyung stands clad in his stripy pyjamas in the doorway and regards the two of you with wide, watering eyes, apparently having heard your conversation thus far. The second he sees your invitation he darts forward, perching on the bed in front of you and clutching the outstretched hand he’d grabbed on his way past.

You take a deep breath before looking both of them in the eyes, one at a time, and speaking. “I want this to be your home. I want you to feel comfortable, and safe, and loved. I want you to know that this isn’t a short-term commitment for me, okay? I’m not going to ever suddenly change my mind, I’m not going to stop caring for you or wanting you around.”

Your voice softens as you take in the way their eyes water slightly. “You can let go of that guard you have over your hearts, and you can let me in. I promise that I will take care of you. You’re safe here, alright? I’m not… I’m not going to let anything happen to you. I promise.”

“y/n…” Seokjin’s voice wobbles, his chin trembling. You reach up and wipe away the beginnings of tears, doing the same to Taehyung who moves and nuzzles his face into your touch eagerly. It soothes you to see his stormy mood from earlier has vanished completely.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to say anything.” A smile tugs your lips, a tender feeling warming your chest. “But… I do have something else to say.”

They both seem a little wary at your words, but relax when you cup their cheeks—Seokjin has long since moved over on the bed so you can reach him.

“I want to say I’m sorry, for not being more knowledgeable about hybrid things,” you say, catching the confused look in their eyes. “I’m going to do more research in the future, but for now…”

They seem to guess where you’re going with this, cheeks colouring. Seokjin mumbles, “You’re talking about how we’ve been acting, aren’t you.”

When you nod, he seems a little apprehensive and anxious. You speak before he can come to any drastic conclusions. “It’s because I come home smelling like other hybrids, right? And you don’t like smelling other hybrids on me.”

Now that you’ve voiced it, the two of them have the decency to appear somewhat embarrassed and chastised. They nod, heads hanging slightly, and you fight back a chuckle. At least they’re aware that it’s not an appropriate behaviour, though it’s not like they can help it. It’s instinct for them, and while its hard for you to wrap your head around as a human, you accept it. You accept them.

“You can scent me, you know.”

At your words, their heads whip up so fast you’re worried they’ll have whiplash from the sheer jerkiness and speed of the movement. Taehyung’s mouth has dropped completely open, eyes blown wide as he stares at you in disbelief—his whole face slowly stains pink and when you turn to regard Seokjin you find the fox hybrid in a similar state.

“Wh-what did you say?” he asks, so softly you almost wonder if you imagined it. He stares at you like he can hardly believe such words would come out of your mouth, like he’d never even considered the possibility.

“You can scent me,” you repeat, head tilting slightly. “I read that it’s something you need to do to feel secure, and comfortable… am I wrong?”

Taehyung’s mouth snaps shut and he shakes his head fervently, hands clutching yours at his cheek. Seokjin hurries to elaborate.

“No! No it’s not wrong, we… it’s an instinct…” he trails off, biting his lip. “We didn’t know… didn’t think you would be comfortable with it, b-because it’s…. it’s kind of weird….”

You tut, tapping your hand against their cheeks softly but enough to startle them. “You sweet fools,” you say, grinning—their ears perk up at the affection in your tone, tails twitching as though they contain the urge to wag. “I didn’t accept you unknowingly, I realised it would come with new territory and new things I hadn’t heard of or done before. Also, my cute boys, please don’t make my decisions for me. From now on, please tell me when something is troubling you, alright? Let’s keep honesty and openness as our policy. I really want the two of you to be happy.”

The two of them are nodding again before the last word even leaves your mouth, pressing their faces to your palms like eager puppies. It makes you giggle a little, and at the sound they both light up, tails giving a small wag.

“We understand, y/n,” Seokjin says, smiling and blowing you away for a moment with his beauty. “Thank you.”

You nod, appeased for now, and let a few moments of contented silence fall between you all before Seokjin is shifting suddenly, looking very much like he has something further to say. You look to him pointedly and he grows sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck shyly.

“Uh, about what you said earlier… c-could we…?”

You snort softly, sending him a reassuring smile. “Yes, Seokjin, you can scent me. Do what you need to do, pretty boys. I’m yours however you need me.”

The two of them are immediately visibly giddy at your words, though something foreign and dark sparks to life in their eyes. You don’t have enough time to decipher it before Taehyung is lurching forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you backwards onto the bed with him. Seokjin immediately shuffles back to accommodate, slotting himself perfectly into your free side when Taehyung nestles into the other. They seek out the crook of your neck on instinct, burying their faces there in sync and making you shiver slightly from the sensation.

They rub their faces against the skin, cheeks pressed to your shoulders, and keep that up for a while. You’re curious as to why that is all they’re doing; when you looked it up earlier, several sources said that certain acts embed the scent more deeply than others. Like rubbing their cheeks against you, versus licking, or even soft kisses as some sites had informed you. Different actions made the scent stronger. Although, you know that neither of them have been in an environment where they’ve been able to do this before, so you know this is all new territory for them as well and they’re unsure of their boundaries. Right on cue as you think this, you sense Seokjin grow slightly tense next to you, his movements slowing.

“y/n…”

You turn, pressing a kiss to the top of his head between his ears. “Seokjin, I know. Do what you feel you need to.”

With verbal permission from you, he sags in relief. At once he returns to clinging to you with a hand clutching your hip on the opposite side, worming beneath the edge of your shirt so he is closer to you. Taehyung shuffles on your other side, doing the same. You feel your heartrate pick up slightly from the way they nuzzle into you, lips brushing your sensitive flesh. It doesn’t help that all you read before is fresh in your mind and you know how scenting can go for hybrids of their type—the idea has your stomach flipping in anticipation.

Taehyung is the first to change his tactics. Burying his nose in your neck, he presses his lips to the skin in a soft kiss before you feel his tongue dart out. It swipes along your sensitive flesh in short strips, the tip of the muscle leaving blots of wetness in its wake—it’s a sensation that tickles slightly as much as it makes your heartrate skyrocket, and you can’t help the soft giggle that slips out as a result. You feel his answering smile moments later.

Seokjin has a similar idea, but his execution differs. His body curls around you, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hip as he begins to pepper soft kiss after kiss along the column of your neck. He pauses as he nears your hairline, taking a moment to bury his nose in your locks and bask in your scent—you shiver at the feeling and he holds you tighter in his arms.

There’s something about the act that seems to make them succumb that little bit more to their instincts. Unexpectedly, they quickly grow a little bolder. Taehyung pulls the thin strap of your shirt down so he can continue his trail down your shoulder and over the curve of your clavicle. Seokjin’s kisses turn open-mouthed, and he seems to have found a place on your neck just under the curve of your jaw where your scent is strongest—lightly, tenderly, he begins sucking over your pulse point. Your breathing hitches unwittingly in response.

At this point you think you’re going to have a heart attack; your pulse is off the charts and your stomach is a live pool of nerves. Even with what you read, your surprised and alarmed and shamefully a little excited at where this is beginning to go. Through the haze beginning to permeate your brain, you realise you have to stop them in their tracks before they step too far and can’t go back. Still, it all feels so nice…

You’re only jerked into motion when Taehyung moves, shifting closer and holding himself slightly over you as his mouth maps over your clavicle and begins to move further down. Your heart jumps, and with a surprised squeak trapped in your throat you bring your hand to his head right before he reaches the start of your breast, almost at the edge of the singlet.

“Tae,” is all you say, but your tone seems to bring both of them back to the present a bit. Taehyung shudders, letting out a huff before simply dropping his body down half on top of you, head resting in the crook of your neck. Seokjin presses his lips to your skin in one long, final kiss, before burying his face there and relaxing against you as his brother did. Like this, they return to their earlier ministrations, before it began to get… yeah.

Now that they’re no longer making your heartrate jump to unhealthy levels, the longer you’re in their soft embrace the more sluggish and sleepy you feel—their warmth is like a blanket of security and safety thrown over you, their affection soothing any worries or stress you might retain from the week and day. The feeling is mutual; gradually, the two of them begin to slow in their movements, Taehyung’s soft lapping returning to the occasional press of his lips and nuzzle, Seokjin remaining still with his tongue darting out every so often. Without even meaning to, the three of you fall asleep there in each other’s embrace, tension soothed and worries mollified. One last thing crosses your mind before you drift off.

You really are starting to love these two hybrids with all your heart, but after this experience you have to wonder...

Is that the only thing you feel?

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alright alright, do yall want my dreamSMP headcanons?? keep in mind that i only watch a few of them

/dsmp

Possible TW's: trauma, manipulation, death, suicide, overdose; the basic dreamSMP stuff, unfortunately.

ok here we go:

Dream - a separate entity from DreamXD, though they are related; perhaps XD is from another universe? anyways, Dream was possessed by a 'Dreamon' at a young age, making him think that things like manipulation are ok simply because he didn't know any better. he says he's trying to get better, but is he? no. this is just another trick to make Tommy think he can change. Jacob Sheep horns are slowly growing (sheep-hybrid thanks to his mother, Cpt. Puffy). Him becoming family with George and Sapnap made him realize that he can make his own family, an idea which he twisted and turned into manipulation. In his words, paraphrased, he "did a bad thing but for good reasons" which were "bringing the server together"; he wanted to be a family with him in control, a dictatorship, a hivemind.

Drista - Dream's sister, more related to XD than Dream is. somewhat OP but has morals unlike her brother.

George - Mooshroom hybrid!! Has a little mushroom crown and cape because he thinks of himself as royalty (he isn't) - has little horns and a little tail. Misses Dream the most out of the Dream Team, but somewhat afraid of him. Wants 'the old dream' back, which was partly a persona and partly Dream learning about found family. He tries not to get involved with politics or the server after the events of the first wars, because he's scared. Sleeps through things as an excuse. Awesamdude's kid - doesn't tell anyone.

Sapnap - Dragon hybrid - has small horns and a tail, with burn marks at the base of them. His hands and feet are clawed and burnt. He also wants their Dream back, but understands that he was always corrupt and has mostly gotten over it. Wants to help with the Egg but, like George, doesn't like getting involved with big things on the server. He's ashamed of his dragon heritage, covering up his head burns with a headband and covering his horns with his hair; he hides his tail under a cape and wears gloves as well. Sapnap has unnaturally orange eyes, which he would change with contacts, if they didn't melt anytime he tried. Battle-scarred and hungry to start fights and sever friendships out of boredom. Badboyhalo's child.

Callahan - Cervitaur (deer-centaur). Distantly related to Puffy, Captain Sparklez, and Schlatt. I will admit, I have never watched him, and I don't think he's ever been too involved in server politics? Just a simple deer man trying to live his life.

Awesamdude - Creeper centaur thing (he and Callahan are... cousins? i guess?). Incredibly insecure about his morality and the fact that George doesn't talk to him much. Thinks he's a bad person. He becomes a father figure to Tommy through his Sam Nook persona - slowly gaining his confidence back through his real estate and his (illegal) adoption of the gremlin. Badass. Runs the prison by himself because he feels the need to prove himself, and he doesn't know anyone that would be up to the job.

Alyssa - inactive :[ probably human

Ponk - Human!! One of the few humans on this server, actually! He quite likes building and terraforming; he makes very aesthetic builds (see; war campsite). He and Sam are close friends. Ponk is also a parental figure to Tommy, but is closer to the fun uncle. The three of them steal together and then Ponk and Sam cover for Tommy because who could accuse them of lying?? Hesitant to join in with politics.

BadBoyHalo - Demon. Very, very tall demon. Large. Pretty wholesome. I honestly don't know what else to say about him lmao I haven't been paying attention to the Egg much. He and Skeppy are a thing though. Wishes his son would stop killing people's pets to start wars.

TommyInnit - He doesn't know what kind of hybrid he his, but he isn't human. His eyes change color with mood, going from a light grey to an extremely vibrant cobalt blue. He believes he may be part raccoon, or part bird(?) on Philza's side. Phil wasn't around during his childhood; Tommy only knew him as the hero from the strories that his older brother Wilbur told him. Philza killing Villain!Bur cemented his heroship, which is why Tommy sees him as a father figure. Wilbur never told him that he (Phil) was their father. Tommy is actually part siren, but his gills and fins haven't appeared yet. His PTSD is triggered by Dream, blackstone, tnt, people asking for his armor, and a few other things. An extremely traumatized kid. Best friends with Tubbo.

Tubbo - Sheep hybrid. His horns started coming in during Schlatt's presidentship, making him think he was a goat and following in his footsteps. In reality, he's Captain Sparklez's son; related to Schlatt yes, but not at all like him. He likes headbutting the people he loves, including his best friend Tommy. Wholesome, but still a chaotic being of destruction. He and Ranboo are also very good friends!

Fundy - Fox shifter; unlike most of the other hybrids on this server (other than Techno), he can turn into an anthro fox. Canonically transgender! Son to WilburSoot and Sally the Salmon (another shifter). Wilbur was an amazing father while Fundy was small, but started neglecting him during the Presidency, when he really needed a father. The two grew apart further during Pogtopia, and Fundy still tries to refuse his father's attempts at redemption. Despite this, Fundy and Ghostbur, even though they've had arguments, have a better relationship. Fundy is even one of the people who are attempting to bring back Wilbur. He sees Phil as a somewhat father figure despite him trying to be bitter towards him. Very involved with L'manburg and DreamSMP poilitics, but has taken a step back since his dad's death. Fundy also canonically misses Schlatt and wants him to be proud of him. He picked up smoking from him.

Punz - gonna be honest, I have never watched Punz.

Purpled - Enderdragon hybrid. Like Sapnap, but purple lol. Use to have a healthy rivalry with Technoblade, but doesn't talk to him anymore. A bit reserved. I don't watch him either idk if you could tell.

Wilbur - Bird hybrid, like Philza; his wings were clipped by Dream when he first began fighting for independence. Good friends with Technoblade. Wilbur was an idealistic person, and he was probably the most loyal member of L'manburg. He was so upset about the betrayals, he thought of them not as betrayals to the country, but to himself. When Schlatt took over, he began to panic. His perfect nation was being ruined, his nation, HIS nation. He thought of it as his and his alone; all those other people? They were side characters. L'manburg his unfinished symphony wasn't his anymore. It scared him. He began planning to take the country out because, well, if he can't have him, then no one can. He manipulated Tommy, making him go along with his plan, slowly becoming more insane and destructive. Deep down, Wil still loved his family, and his country, and his lost lover, but that didn't matter to him anymore. After blowing up L'manburg (the first explosion), Wilbur broke down. He realized what he had done, he'd become a bad guy; he'd worked with Dream. He asked his father to kill him. And so Philza did.

Ghostbur - Wings work again. Ghostbur pretends not to remember, he pretends that he's changed in death, but he remembers all of it. The bad memories hurt him now, more than ever, and he just can't deal with it; so he doesn't. Water makes him melt, and that includes tears. He's trying so hard to be a good person, he's trying so hard to be a good father, a good brother, a good friend. But it isn't working. He's still, though unintentionally, hurting people, and he feels so bad about it.

Schlatt - Ram hybrid. Brother to Puffy and Jordan (Sparklez). Schlatt is a smoker and an alcoholic, and a power hungry dictator. Or well, that's the persona he puts on. Schlatt, in reality (still /dsmp) genuinely does not give a fuck. He didn't care what happened, because he knew that people disliked him. He knew for a fact that he would be killed. This is why I believe he offed himself. He planned his stroke, or heart attack, the fandom doesn't seem to know which. He probably ingested some bad protein powder or poison or something, maybe he drank himself to death, maybe he OD'd and then drank, we don't know. But it seems unlikely that someone like him would let his body give out like that without a reason. Oh yeah, and he and Quackity were married at some point, but it was too short to really mean anything.

Ghlatt - Ghlatt, though still addicted to alcohol and various drugs, feels bad about being a bad person in his life. He thinks that it's a good thing he died, that the server benefited from his death, and that he shouldn't have become a ghost. He's right, of course, but I like to think that he's regained morality. Maybe now, in the afterlife, he can work on himself. Ghlatt isn't strong enough to take a physical form, so he borrows Ghostbur's occasionally.

Skeppy - Some sort of Diamond Ore man?? I think he's human. He and BBH have a thing. I don't think I've ever watched a Skeppy DreamSMP stream. Uhh Egg?? Egg. Badlands boys woo.

Eret - Herobrine is his cousin. Like. Yeah. That Herobrine. Anyways, they're a king, and they're more of an Awesomedude morally grey type character. Her only interest is survival, and I respect that. I haven't really paid much attention to him though. Their crown has bi flag colored gems on it :]

Jack Manifold - Jack Manifol! Jack Manifall~~ Jack Manifall.. off bridge!! Jack Manidrown :} OH SHIT- (i dont watch him)

Niki - Human. Wears Wilbur's old coat. Though she did go through a tough spot after Wilbur's death, she now runs a flower shop with Puffy. Dyes her hair often. I don't watch her either.

Quackity - Duck hybrid; wings were clipped upon his joining the server. His face scar was canonized :] Alex genuinely liked Schlatt, but realized he was being mistreated so he joined Pogtopia. He felt bad about it though. I don't have many headcanons for him to be honest.

Mexican Dream - ok am i the only one that wasn't into this arc?? i didn't even watch any of it. i saw him like once and was like "oh this is just a bit" and left wtf. was he important???

Karl Jacobs - Time Traveler man; human. Karl is slowly losing his memory due to his travel between timelines. The more he does it, the more he loses. I look forward to seeing this progress. Are he, Sapnap, and uhhh someone else actually engaged?? I like that headcanons :] I don't remember who the other person is though.

HBomb - Cat maid.

Technoblade - Piglin shifter. Techno is softer than he seems, and he genuinely enjoys the company of Ranboo and his friend Philza. Technoblade met Phil after saving him from wither skeletons in the Nether, making short visits to the Overworld until he built up an immunity. He likes the cold because it's the opposite of his terrible home dimension. Techno really did want to help Tommy, but their ideals clashed too much for it to work out. Very destructive anarchist. Though, he is pretty chill nowadays.

Antfrost - Cat shifter. So I lied, there are three. Uhh wizard!! I like that HC!! Wizard catboy go brrrr. In reality, I don't watch the Badland Boys often and I haven't seen any of the Egg plot so idk what's up with him lol. I like to think that before the Egg, he and Fundy were friends.

Philza - Wings were beat up during the explosion; he tried to protect Wilbur with them, but still ended up failing. He's the father to Wilbur and Tommy, with Techno being an old friend of his. He canonically really likes cobblestone. Phil tries his best to be the dad, but his morals are all over the place. Lately, he's unofficially adopted Ranboo, helping him with his uh. Issues.

Connor - Human in a Sonic onesie idk i dont watch him

Puffy - Sheep Hybrid. Sister to Schlatt and Jordan, mother to Dream. I really don't know tbh; she's everyone's adoptive mom. She's what Philza and Awesamdude wish they could be.

Vikkstar - Human. Has he?? Done anything?? Ever??

Lazarbeam - Isn't he a gingerbread man or something.

Ranboo - Half Enderman Half [REDACTED]. I dont have headcanons for him tbh I just accept his canon. May be related to XD?

Foolish Gamers - A literal god. He can revive people, but it takes one of his lives. Uhhh he's really good at building what.

Hannahxxrose - I don't watch her :[ I should though

Slimecicle - CHARLIE SLIMECICLE. Slime hybrid obviously. New to the server, very scared [/j] and confused. Doesn't know what's going on and that's ok because he's funny I like him

I got really tired of this towards the end oops

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interstellarrambles · 4 years

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I’ve never requested anything from anyone but I’m in desperate need for a billy x goth!reader. Idk just how he noticed her in school cuz she is the only goth person and always asks her out and they flirt but she always rejects him until one day she agrees. Idk if that makes sense but thank u :)

a/n: so I dont know how to feel about this, I might edit and come and change it because I'm not sure of the ending, but if you like it, let me know! I tried to make it sweet at the end but this is definitely out of character for Billy, but I'm soft for him so idc. @savvy7392 I really really really hope you like this im sorry it took ages

harsh, confident and undeniably cool: everyone at Hawkins High knew not to fuck with you - you'd forged your own path in previous years and showed no signs of slowing down any time soon. there was just something about you that made people want to simply observe from the sidelines. known for dark makeup, brash music and taking no one's bullshit, you were somewhat of a divisive figure: people either really hated you and tried to make your life misery (to not much avail) or desperately wanted to befriend you.

somehow, along the way you'd made friends with the likes of Robin and by association, Steve, but you were happy with your small group of friends and didn't really care all that much for your hometown and what (or who) it had to offer.

therefore, when a fresh faced californian boy toy entered Hawkins High, you couldn't deny there was a certain allure to his cool demeanour and newness. unluckily for you, Billy found his place with the current popular kids sucking up to him and soon the rumours about you began to surface again. whenever you caught his eyes within the first few days of his arrival, his gaze would be quickly diverted by Tina or Carol as they glared at you or threw insults. that's why you decided it really wasn't worth getting involved with Billy Hargrove, even if he did have an amazing taste in music.

but God did you misunderstand the lengths to which this boy would go for your attention.

the first few days, Billy would opt for a smile sent your way, enough to make you weak at the knees but not quite enough to make you wander over to him. group projects would be announced in class and when he tried to subtly join you, you'd amble to the opposite end of the room to be with a bunch of kids you didn't even know, just to avoid him. and Billy knew you did it on purpose since after sitting down with your respective groups, you caught his eye and simply winked at him.

almost dropping his pencil in surprise, he was genuinely unable to believe you had successfully ignored him in such a blatant way. smirking back at his gaping mouth and sparklingly amused eyes, you simply laughed it off, sparking a conversation up with the boy next to you as easily as you had rejected Billy. shaking his head in disbelief, he made a promise to himself he'd make you friends with him if it was the last thing he did.

another day, you arrived at school with a too-short black skirt on and Billy felt his heartrate quicken at simply catching one glimpse of you, his blood rushing just a little faster than usual. he would never have the guts to tell you, but he absolutely adored the way you dressed and how good it made you look.

unexpectedly, you treated him to an actual wave this morning, something that fuelled his pursuits. all day, he pestered you in class, forcing those who would usually take the seat next to you to move elsewhere so he could be closer to you. deep blue and bright with attraction, his eyes would drop down to your thighs and the way they looked so amazing in the skirt you were wearing. desperately, he wanted to say something about it to you, but he knew he'd trip over his words; already he had blushed intensely when you caught him staring, though at least he could tell you were enjoying his gaze.

rather annoyingly, you did like the attention, smiling to yourself when he would ignore other people so he could walk you to your next class even if he was rambling to himself the whole time. curls falling in his face and a cheesy grin playing on his cheeks were enough to make butterflies swarm your insides and you had a terrible time trying to hide it.

in reality, you really didn't want to be cruel since it appeared he didn't really have anyone that cared about him much past the muscles and cute eyes, but you also were not about to walk straight into a heartbreak with both eyes open. billy was definitely a bad influence, even to you, the resident goth of Hawkins High, and whether he meant it or not, you knew you would eventually get hurt.

the next time, he plagued your locker with letters and notes and waited next to it, a permanent grin locked onto his features.

a red shirt clung to his biceps, tan skin visible due to the multiple buttons left undone and a silver chain dangling and catching in the light. strong and slightly overpowering yet undeniably attractive, his unique smell of cologne and liquor and maybe a little something else invaded your private space, making you way too nervous to deal with him this late in the day.

weeks of notes and smiles and blue eyes meeting yours way too often had weakened your resolve and if it didn't disgust you so much you would be able to admit Billy was slowly turning your heart to mush. you couldn't listen to mötley crüe without thinking of him and every time you picked out an outfit, you wondered if he'd think you were beautiful or if he'd like the band on your shirt. his compliments and soft gestures like driving you home and giving you his jacket when it was raining (even if it didn't fit your look) had grown on you massively. now you would even go as far to say you enjoyed his company.

"heya baby girl," he drawled, the curl of his plump lips breathtaking in the worst ways, "fancy coming along with me for the evening?"

even though he exuded pure confidence, you didn't miss the way he resembled a kicked puppy when you smiled and responded, "I've got assignments pretty boy, no thanks," shovelling the letters into your bag and turning on your heel to walk home.

unfortunately, this wasn't quite good enough for Billy, hence why he followed quickly, his voice echoing after you, "what's with the ignoring me constantly y/n? you stand at parties and complain about the music and watch me all night and yet you walk away when I come up to you. I've seen you staring at me in class sometimes or at lunch when I'm not bothering you and whenever I catch your eye, you leave. you watch me all the time and yet every time I think you'll come over, you ignore me. if you don't like me, that's okay but I need to know now."

cheeks burning with embarrassment, your eyes dropped to the ground as he pulled you away into privacy. you didn't know what to say.

"billy..." you managed, still unable to meet his chaotic gaze as he stood only centimetres away, breathing hard while he awaited your response.

"what is it? just give me a reason." he almost pleaded, relaxing slightly when you gave him a smile and finally met his eyes.

"do you realise how badly your friends hate me? because I dress weird and I listen to music they don't and I've always been different and you hate that they don't like me. I can't spend five minutes with you in public before you get nervous, I'm sick of you hiding me away! you're fine with me unless there's someone around and I don't understand it and it is tearing me apart," your outburst pulled at him, making him feel terrible for calling you out prematurely.

"I like you Billy but I can't deal with that. I like my little life of listening to bad music with my friends and dreaming of getting away one day and hanging at the mall with Steve and Robin. I love sitting in your car and sharing those moments you don't let anyone else see. I do. but I wont let you pretend I don't exist."

shifting on your feet slightly, you realised how ridiculous the whole thing was and all you wanted was for billy to scoop you up in his arms and make the world better again. you wanted him to let you do his eyeliner and you wanted to feel his hands on your hips, his touch driving you wild. you wanted him to kiss you right now in the hallway and tell everyone else to screw off.

but life isn't a dream.

so you settled for Billy whispering his sorrys and offering you his hand, which was enough to nearly make you cry since he would never usually be so open in public. content, you followed him as he led you to his car, all the while promising he'd change things for you, only stopping to talk properly when you reached it.

"promise me something Billy?" after confirmation from him, you continued, leaning against the hood of his car, him stood only centimetres away "you'll never be ashamed of me?"

"never doll, there's nothing to be ashamed of," he leaned in, holding either side of your face ever so gently, and when the kiss finally broke, he whispered, "now how about a date?"

"okay pretty boy, you name it."

that was a good enough start.

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1littleshippergirl1 · 4 years

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They know

Summary: Harry and Percy are getting closer when the family finds out

@curiousfeline

To be clear, it wasn't their intention to try and leep their blossoming friendship and subsequent feelings hidden from the family. They weren't ashamed by any means, but Harry was always getting whisked away by Ron or Ginny for one reason or another.

So, they made it a habit of Harry sneaking out of bed to tip-toe down the hallway down to Percy's room, knocking gently with his knuckles until Percy would open the door and they would stay up for hours, just talking about anything and everything.

After the war ended, Percy temporarily moved out of his flat that was near Diagon Alley to come back to the Burrow and into his old bedroom. They were all hurt and in need of healing after what happened to Fred; Percy felt deeply guilty and sorry for everything he'd done and vowed to make it up to them.

Harry was there, too. Mrs. Weasley insisted he stay there now that Voldemort wasn't a threat anymore. The Dursleys certainly wouldn't welcome him back with open arms or at all, really. Last he heard, they were still in hiding for the time being; just until things settled down more.

Harry had always had mixed feelings regarding Percy. At first, he was just the somewhat stuck up, no fun older brother that scolded him and Ron sometimes. But than again, Harry never had an older brother figure in his life so maybe most of them were like that.

But, as he grew older, feelings started to arise that were far from friend or brother-like. It further complicated things, causing a swirl of anxiety to feel as though it was being dropped in his stomach like a ton of bricks. He was sure that Percy would never see him beyond being Ron's best mate.

Until, lately, that is.

Harry didn't see Percy as being much of a flirt, but as he would come to find out, there was much more to Percy Weasley than meets the eye.

A subtle brush against him as they passed each other, a shy smile exchanged more than once. They would glance at each other, quickly turning away. Harry once laughed a little too hard at a joke that Percy had said while talking to Charlie. Those nearby-Ron and Ginny-stared at him in bewilderment. Charlie raised his eyebrows and Percy looked downright amused.

Harry promptly turned red.

Harry was laying on Percy's bed, on his side with his head propped up with his elbow. He was listening attentively to Percy describing the work that the new Minister-Kingsley-had him doing as they diligently worked to repair what had been damaged during the time that the Death Eaters had taken over the Ministry.

Percy was always so passionate when he was talking about something that interested him. And Harry saw that shining through, with the redhead waving his arms around and his tone becoming excited.

Harry could have listened to him talk for hours, as cheesy as it was.

Percy abruptly calmed down, adjusting his glasses and giving Harry a sheepish smile. "I suppose I'm boring you aren't I?"

Harry shook his head. "No. Definitely not."

"You're sure?" Percy said, frowning. "I know it isn't the most riveting work out there."

"I'm sure," Harry reassured him. "Really. I'm glad you're sharing it with me. You don't really talk about it, otherwise."

Percy lowered his gaze. "Yes, well, no one wants to hear it. You've seen how everyone thinks of me as boring. I'm not deaf, you know. I hear them pretending to yawn and ask when it'll be over. I just act like I don't hear it."

A sense of shame filled Harry. He'd done that before, growing immensely bored at listening to Percy talk of cauldron bottoms and had nudged Ron to see if he was bored as Harry felt. It never occurred to him that Percy had caught what he said. "I'm sorry."

He needn't explain it. Percy came closer, standing up from his spot on his desk chair and sitting on the bed. He ruffled Harry's naturally untidy hair and the younger boy rolled his eyes. "It's alright," he assured, Harry.

"But it isn't," Harry protested. "You didn't deserve to be made fun of for that. No one makes fun of Charlie when he talks about dragons for hours and they don't pretend to be sleeping when Bill tells us the same stories about his job." He sat up, scooting closer to Percy and looked at the man earnestly. "It isn't fair to you."

"Harry-" Percy blinked, apparently caught off guard. "I...I didn't know you cared that much. I-thank you. I really appreciate it."

Harry leaned over to hug him, surprising them both. He wasn't all that affectionate, usually. "Of course I do," he muttered, getting momentarily distracted by the smell that was coming from Percy. He was wearing cologne. It suited him well.

It also was making Harry's brain short circuit.

Slowly, to linger to keep absorbing as much of the aroma as possible, Harry pulled away. A bit saddened at the loss of contact. But he didn't vocalize it.

Percy was looking at him quite funny. It made his stomach do that flip flop, like when he had his brief crush on Cho. He swallowed.

"What?"

"Nothing," Percy shook his head, giving a sound that was between a scoff and a breathy laugh. "I just- your eyes are very green, that's all."

"Err, okay," Harry said, bemusedly.

"S'stupid, I know. I just-"

"It's not," Harry interrupted him. "Guess I've just heard that a lot. I mean, I thought you knew."

" I did," Percy said, maintaining eye contact. "But I've never seen them this close up before. It's different."

"Oh," Harry whispered. "Alright."

"I like them," Percy said, quietly. "Your eyes. They're your best feature, really."

A brilliant flush washed over Harry's face. He wasn't used to being complimented for his appearance, much less from the man he'd taken a serious fancy to. "Thanks," he ducked his head. "I mean, they're alright, I suppose."

"I mean it," Percy licked his lips and Harry zeroed in on his tongue that lightly brushed over on the pink flesh.

Godric, help him.

"You're staring," Percy breathed and Harry knew he was caught.

"Sorry," Harry muttered. He was going to move, go back to Ron's bedroom where he found bury his face in the pillow to forget about this moment when Percy took ahold of his wrist, preventing him from leaving.

"Don't be," Percy's eyes were dilated. "I'm rather glad."

"You are?" Harry's own eyes widened slightly at the confession.

"Indeed. I quite like you, Harry."

"How do you like me?" Harry deliberately kept his voice low.

"I think you know," Percy said smoothly.

Harry's heart gave a leap.

"I want to kiss you," Percy admitted. "But this isn't the right time. We hardly know much about each other, not as much as we should."

Harry nodded wordlessly.

He longed to pull the other man by the loose tie he was still wearing and smash his lips against him, but Percy was right.

They both felt that connection.

That feeling of electricity that Harry had previously dismissed as being real.

They would take it slow. They wouldn't rush anything. Because they both wanted it to work.

It had to.

"We'll get there," Percy cut through his thoughts, speaking softly. "I promise you."

Harry could only nod again.

"Suppose I should go, then..."

"You don't have to," Percy shook his head. "If you don't want to, I mean. I like having you here." He laid on his back, his head resting against the pillow and he gestured for Harry to join him.

"Really?" Harry gawked at him. "You don't think it's too soon for that?"

Percy seemed a bit startled and propped himself on his elbows just as Harry had done earlier. "Do you?"

"I don't know," this was new territory for him. "I've never done this before."

"I understand," Percy said, sincerely. "You certainly don't have to if you dont want to."

Harry glanced over his shoulder at the closed door and back to Percy's slight apprehensive and hopeful face.

"I want to," he decided. He crawled next to Percy and the red head wrapped an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer.

Harry's heartbeat quickened, the cologne infiltrating his nostrils once again. He'd never been that close in proximity to Percy before, where the freckles that were scattered on the man's face became more pronounced.

"Do I make you nervous?" Percy murmured. He'd turned his head, his breath hitting Harry's temple.

"A bit." Percy was having more of an affect on him, more than simply nerves. He was hardly doing much, and he might not have even known it, but the slight touch to Harry's skin was like fire.

Harry had never experienced such a feeling with anyone else and he didn't want it to end.

"A bit, how?" He could hear the smile in Percy's voice. His words were coquettish, thoroughly un-Percy-like.

"I think you know."

Percy's soft laugh reverberated off the walls.

They laid there for the longest time. Harry eventually allowed himself to relax, the tension from being so close to Percy fading away. For a while, until sleep began to override the red head and his hand went limp, his fingers had been running through Harry's hair.

It might've been Harry's imagination or a bit of a hallucination from exhaustion, but out of his peripheral vision, Harry could have sworn that Percy was going to kiss his forehead-before he retracted.

Harry noticed two things when he awoke the next morning.

One, he was laying right on Percy's chest. The red head was still asleep, blissfully oblivious to it, but his arms were wrapped around Harry's frame, keeping a decent grip for not being awake.

And two, Ginny was standing in the room, wide-eyed with her mouth agape, frozen.

"Ginny," he started, then stopped because what was he supposed to say that would somehow this when he was on her brother's chest, in his room when he should have been with Ron?

Ginny held her hands up, coughing lightly. "Mum, erm, was wondering where you went. Said to tell you, Ron and Percy that breakfast is ready."

"Right," Harry muttered. "Thanks."

Ginny nodded. A smirk came onto her face, now that her own awkwardness seemed to subside a bit. "Tell that to Percy when he wakes up, will you?"

Harry was trying to move at least one of Percy's arms, which was keeping him trapped. "Right," he said. "I'll do that. Close the door behind you, yeah?"

Ginny did just that and he was sure he heard her snicker as she turned away.

Once they were safe, privacy restored, Harry shook the red head gently. "Percy," he whispered, urgently. "Percy, wake up!"

Percy's face scrunched up and he looked blearily at Harry. "Hmm?" He grunted.

"Wake up," Harry repeated.

Percy released Harry when he moved his arms to rub at his eyes. "What time is it?" However, before Hary could get a word out, he sat straight up, suddenly looking more awake. "Oh, Merlin. We fell asleep."

Harry exhaled. "Yeah."

"You have to leave," Percy told him, quickly. "Mum's going to be wondering where you're at."

"Too late," Harry mumbled. He hesitated. "Ginny was here."

Percy groaned, falling back. "Merlin's beard, this isn't good."

"Sorry," Harry muttered, looking on over at the wall instead of Percy's eyes. "Should've left last night."

Unbeknownst to him, Percy frowned and sighed. "It's not your fault, now stop it. I was the one that invited you to lay down. I should've known better, we were both tired by that time."

"What will we tell them?" Harry wondered. "They're going to have questions."

"The truth," Percy shrugged.

"Really?" Harry blurted out.

Percy looked at him strangely. "Yes, if that's alright with you."

"Oh, yeah! Yeah, that's fine. I....I didn't think you'd want them to know."

"Why?" Percy was surprised. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know," Harry shrugged now. "Figured you'd want to keep it quiet."

"But why?"

"I'm," Harry mulled over what he'd say, "not exactly the best person to be with right now."

"Harry, if this is about the war, I completely understand," Percy said softly.

"It's not that....people are going to talk, Percy."

"Let them," Percy said, immediately.

"But your job-"

"My job isn't going to dictate my personal life," Percy said, matter-of-factly. "If I want to see you and you're alright with that, then that's what I'll do."

A warm sensation filled Harry from his toes to his face. A goofy grin came onto his lips. "Oh," he murmured.

"Indeed," Percy agreed. There was a two second pause. "Shall I take it from your smile that you wouldn't mind seeing me?"

"You'd be right, Mr. Weasley," Harry said with a sense of playfulness that he didn't know he had in him.

Percy grinned.

Most of the family was there at the table, eating breakfast and drinking their tea without much talking going on. Bill and Fleur were back at their cottage, they'd decided against staying at the Burrow. And right after the battle, Charlie was summoned back to Romania to tend to one of the dragons that was injured from some falling debris.

Ron wasn't down there, yet, either. Harry was thankful. Perhaps he hadn't realized he was gone. Of course, that wouldn't stop Ginny or Mrs. Weasley from asking him about last night. He imagined they were bursting to know why he was in Percy's room, of all people.

"Morning," Harry kept his head low. Percy let him go ahead of him, while he dawdled.

Mrs. Weasley glanced at him, smiling. She was pouring tea in Ginny's cup. "Good morning, Harry, Dear. How did you sleep?"

Ginny snorted.

Harry cleared his throat. Mrs. Weasley was most likely not trying to tease him, but he still couldn't help but feel cornered. "Fine, thanks."

"Bet you did," Ginny mumbled.

Harry blushed, taking a seat.

"I noticed you weren't in Ron's room, Dear," Mrs. Weasley said.

"Err, yeah."

"Ginny told me you were in Percy's room, is that right?"

"Yeah," Harry said, quietly.

George almost spit out his tea. "Percy's room?" He said in disbelief. "What in Godric's name were you doing in there?"

Now Harry definitely felt cornered. "Nothing," he said hurriedly to avoid any unnecessary belief in thinking that they'd done more than they did. "We just talked, is all."

"Talked to who?" Ron came down, yanking behind his hand.

"Harrykins was talking to Percy," George informed him. "Last night in Percy's bedroom."

"Why?" Ron looked at Harry, blankly.

"Hush up, all of you," Mrs. Weasley had mercy on Harry. "If Harry wants to tell you, that's his business. And be nice, Percy is your brother. He's working hard to mend things so we should be making am effort as well." She gave her children a stern gaze, silently daring them to contradict her.

"Oh, come on, Mum," George protested, "you aren't the slight bit curious why Harry was with Percy, of all people?"

"No," she retorted.

Harry grimaced when Percy appeared, smiling at them. "Good morning," he greeted, kissing his mum on the cheek. "This looks delicious, Mum." He took a seat adjacent to Harry's.

"Why was Harry in your room, Perce?" Ron said, dumbly.

"It isn't it obvious?" Ginny mumbled under her breath.

But Ron didn't hear her.

"Not that it's any of your business," Percy said, pointedly, "but we were talking."

"About what?" George was confused. "What could you two have to talk about?"

"Plenty," Percy raised his eyebrows.

Harry itched to intervene before Ron or George said something hurtful, as they prone to do.

Ron blinked. "But why?" He pressed. "Harry never talks to you."

"Actually, Ron-"

"We do," Harry said and everyone's attention turned to him. "Talk, I mean. We've been doing it every night since Percy came back."

Ginny looked thoughtful. George and Ron were astounded. Mrs. Weasley had a smile on her face.

"You have?" Ron couldn't believe it.

"Yes," Harry said, slowly. "And that's not all." He glanced at Percy for permission. The red head nodded subtly. "We're, err, well-"

Percy, thank Godric, was able to articulate it for him. "What Harry means to say is, we've come to have certain....feelings for each other."

Mrs. Weasley squealed and gave them both a bone crushing hug. Harry had a nagging suspicion that wedding magazines would soon be popping up all over the place.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" She gushed, clapping her hands together.

Oh, yes, Harry could see the wedding bells in her eyes.

"We aren't together yet, Mum," Percy said, gently. "Not yet. We want to get to know each other first."

"Oh, nonsense. You've known each other for years!"

"But not on a personal level," Percy explained, patiently. "I know Harry as Ron's friend. But I want to know him further. I want to know him intimately."

Harry's felt awfully like a teenage girl, but he could not stop the happiness that was roaming around within him. He couldn't remember someone ever saying something like that to him before.

"You really like Percy like that, Harry?" Geotge spoke up, glancing between them. Ron was looking just as confused.

"Yes," Harry affirmed.

"Like a-a lover?" Ron was having difficulty getting the question out.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. "Ronald Weasley, if you even think about-"

"I don't care that he's gay!" Ron said, defensively. "He already told me, anyway. S'just weird, is all, liking my brother."

"You didn't react well when he was with Ginny, either," George snickered.

Said Weasley rolled her eyes.

"But I do agree with Ron on this," George continued, sobering. "Why Percy?" He looked to Harry.

Percy was trying to appear as though he didn't care that much about Harry's response, trying to nonchalantly stir the sugar into his tea; but Harry saw through that. He was obvious (to Harry), there came the little glances out of the corner of his eye as he waited for Harry to speak. "He's just..." Harry paused, "different. He made mistakes but he's trying to fix them and there's so much more about him that I never realized."

"Like what?" Ron asked.

"He's really passionate about things and he's got a wicked sense of humor."

"Percy?" George snorted. "Our Percy? Him? Percy Weasley?"

Percy looked mildly annoyed.

"Yes, him," Harry said. "You'd know if you paid more attention to him."

That got them thinking.

"Alright, then, why Harry?" Ron directed to Percy.

"He's different," Percy chuckled when his siblings rolled their eyes. "He makes me feel appreciated and I don't have to worry about boring him. It's just a different feeling, one that I never even shared with Penelope." He then added, "He's quite good looking, too."

Ginny laughed.

Mrs. Weasley beamed.

Harry shot him a dirty look, his cheeks reddening.

"Oh," was all Ron could say.

"You're not angry, are you?" Harry was concerned.

Ron immediately shook his head. "Course not. It'll take some time to get used to but you don't have to worry about anything, Harry. You're my best mate. I'll support you no matter what."

Inwardly, Harry gave a sigh of relief.

Ginny kicked George from underneath the table. "Ow! Sheesh, Gin. What was that for? If Harrykins likes Percy, then that's fine by me. He's just going to regret not picking up on a such a handsome bloke like myself," he said with an air of fake arrogance.

"You're not even gay," Ginny pointed out.

"The point still stands," George sniffed.

The Weasley siblings shared a laugh. Harry watched as Ginny affectionately ruffled Percy's hair and George promised to give Harry a "talking to" and later on, when Mr. Weasley came back from whatever he was working on in the shed, he was informed of the events he missed.

Now that it was out in the open, he and Percy didn't have to be so secretive. So, at dinner, they sat next to each other and Harry was free to glance over at his potential lover, observing how he easily brushed off his siblings' teasing about his (possible) relationship.

It was a good time, indeed.

I hope y'all liked it! I would love to do more Percy/Harry so if you guys have any requests, don't be afraid to message me!

#harry potter #harry james potter #percy weasley #percy weasley x harry potter #george weasley #ginny weasley #molly weasley #ron weasley #harry potter fanfiction

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heartbreakgrill · 4 years

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That Smile; Luke Hemmings, Pt. 3

description: feelings are being felt, songwriting is coming to an end, and the time is slipping by.

a/n: pt 4.

“Calum, I actually fucking love this idea.”

Painted fingernails clenched a similar blue mechanical pencil, tapping relentlessly on a lined, worn out notebook. The studio was chilly, which was why you were wrapped up in a hoodie, zip-up jacket, fuzzy socks, and a blanket. Your legs were tucked underneath, sinking deep into the couch of the studio. Calum was slumped beside you with his own pen and paper. Michael was across the room from you, in a rolling chair, guitar in hand.

Ashton and Luke were in a different room, working through their own ideas. You decided it would be good to split groups up today. The dynamic needed to change, you had said, because its a Monday and we need to not let ourselves get into a phase. You’d chosen the groups, eager to work with one-half of the rhythm section and a killer guitarist. And, maybe, perhaps, you had put Luke into a different group because you were avoiding him.

It had been over a week and a half since that stupid party. You were ashamed, embarrassed, and so, so disappointed in yourself for getting emotionally drunk and crying in the arms of a client. Though it wasn’t obvious avoidance, Luke noticed. And he dished to Ashton, Michael, and Calum because he was also noticing growing feelings for you.

You had barely know each other for four months, but he knew he was getting too attached to your talent, pretty eyes, and bubbly personality. You reminded him of the good things in life, as weird as it sounded. He knew he couldn’t make advances without some kind of signal from you, which he couldn’t receive if you wouldn’t talk to him. And time was running out.

“Yeah? Thanks,” Calum replied, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He shared a glance with Michael, questions in his eyes, and Michael nodded. “Y/N?”

You hummed as you scribbled a few words, “Huh? Oh, how does, “I wont break your heart...Again! Can’t be another monster among men. No, that doesn’t work with the rhythm.”

Michael took over, “Y/N, why are you avoiding Luke?”

Luke liked your bubbliness, which shined through as you continued talking, “Are we going along with the counting idea? I like it being a reoccurring pattern, but kinda different each-“

“Y/N, c’mon,” Calum nudged her with his foot. “What happened?”

You suddenly stood up, notebook falling to the ground, pencil gripped so hard your knuckles turned white. “I’m getting coffee. I’m thirsty for coffee. Do you guys want coffee? Ill get you some coffee.”

They sat, shocked at how quickly you left the room, while you pushed open the door and sped to the break room. Your hand landed on the handle to the coffee pot before you could assess the room. Breath was short, eyes were bleary, and your stomach twisted in knots.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Luke spoke from his spot at the table, sipping his own coffee. He didn’t care, in that moment, that you were ignoring him. He just cared if you were okay.

You took a deep breath and spun on your heel. “I’m sorry for ignoring you. I’m embarrassed and kinda scared and I’m not doing well, like, ever. When something like you happens, I get overwhelmed and step back. Its unhealthy, but its just what I do. I’m sorry.”

Luke stood up, approaching you with slow feet, “Woah, hey, its okay. It wasn’t that big of a deal. I was just afraid you were angry with me for the party.”

“Why would I be angry?” You looked up at him as your hand grasped the necklace on your throat.

“For holding you or giving you drinks or something. I’m sorry I let you get out of hand.” He shrugged.

You shook your head, the tears going away, “No, no. I needed it. I-“

You stopped yourself from spilling too much. Luke lightly grabbed your palm with his fingers, and he told himself it was friendly, the way your skin electrified and your eyes blew up. “You can trust me. I know we haven’t known each other long, but we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well. You can trust me.”

“Okay,” you took a deep breath. “Truth be told, I wasn’t just overwhelmed because of the whole songwriting thing. I was overwhelmed because my boyfriend broke up with me. It was a few weeks before that night, but I was letting it build. He said he hadn’t loved me in a while. And, I...I did love him. I do love him somewhat. It hurts so bad, but I haven’t had anyone because he...he was the only person I really knew here in LA. He was kinda controlling, so I didn’t have, like any friends when we moved here and he wouldn’t let me make them. So, I’m now in an empty apartment, with a bunch of unboxed boxes. And...”

Luke felt drawn away from it all. He couldn’t let himself love you in the first place, but even more so now. You were getting over someone, a fresh break up from two weeks ago. He would be a rebound, if you could even get yourself to touch someone else.

“Its okay,” he persisted, gulping the disappointment and chasing it down with another squeeze to your hand. “Keep going.”

“I got upset because I realized that, that night, a bunch of feelings were surfacing for somebody who wasn’t him. I wasn’t sad for a few hours and I let myself get infatuated with this stupid idea. I felt guilty and then I felt gross because its unprofessional to like a client. Its also impossible for it to work. I mean, I’m a slummy songwriter. Hes- Hes a rockstar.” You felt ashamed, letting your head hang low, and your eyes fall from his gaze.

Lukes own eyes lit up, pupils dilated with adoration, hope. The lump disappeared, instead replaced by this ungodly squeal that he couldn’t let out. This is it. Here it was, you liked-

“Calum,” You said it quickly, almost too soon for him to register and comprehend. “I-I like Ash-Ashton.”

He squared his shoulders, his jaw set, and the grip on your hand almost stopped the blood flow to his fingers. He realized he was tightening his hold, so he let up. The size of his eyes became small again, diluted with glistening tears.

Why did he left himself get hopeful? He couldn’t blame it on the fact that he barely knew you, you him. You’d gotten to know each other. Couldn’t blame you. You were human, going through receding heartbreak. Couldn’t blame Calum, who was clueless to the ideas. He could only blame himself for getting attached again, for getting this idea in his head of holding you, kissing you, loving you.

“Oh,” Luke didn’t let himself look disappointed. After everything, he couldn’t allow himself to look like a fool.

Your face fell at his reaction. “Yeah,” you quickly added. “Don’t tell him, or anyone. I dont think I want to, to be in a relationship. Right now, at least. Plus, I think he’s talking to somebody. Hes been writing hopeful love songs.”

He wasn’t. Those were Lukes ideas that Calum covered up because he knew his friend too well. He was protecting him.

You shared a chuckle. Lukes eyes tore from the cupboard above you, to the shapes of broken hearts in your eyes. He was sure they matched his own, but you couldn’t tell.

“I’m...here for you. If you need me, I’m here.”

You nodded solemnly, lifting yourself on your toes to wrap your arms around his shoulders. He cradled your waist, nearly reflexively nuzzling his head into your neck. You stopped yourself from kissing his cheek when you pulled away.

He walked you back the room, then back to his own area, already grabbing the pen he had abandoned and scribbling out a stupid sad song.

It was in the following weeks in which he found himself falling head over heels for you. The album was nearly done after almost six months, but you all knew there songs to be written. It didn’t feel complete to neither you nor the rest of the band. For Luke, it was because he didn’t have you.

What he had was moments. You laughing, leaning over your lap and your forehead crashing against his shoulder. You laughing, after a glance from Luke that was silly, after a joke Michael told, after a meme aum showed you. You, smiling, when Luke suggested a lyric, when he held open the door for you, handed you a cup of coffee. You, dancing, to a completed song you and him had written together one night after the boys left.

You had had an idea that day, but felt flushed out by the crazy amount of inspiration coming from every other person in the studio. Luke noticed you lingering behind when everyone walked out and decided to stay, too. You ordered in Chinese food, got carried away and discussed your star signs.

When you finally bid goodbye in the parking lot, Luke was lingering over your car door like that day he invited you to the party. When he finally slipped off to his car, he sat there for a moment and Googled something. He discovered your star signs were compatible.

The song was finished, lyrics wise. Neither of you were talented with the rhythm section, and the next week was spent with Calum and Ashton, writing and rewriting. A week after that, it was recorded.

You pressed play on the track, immediately bouncing up and down to the song, “Meet You There.” Luke already loved it when you wrote it, but watching you dance around, watching you as you pulled him off the couch and spun him around, he realized it was favorite song. Ever.

But, then you wiggled over to Calum, pulled him up in a similar movement. Calum grabbed your waist, dancing with you across the room. When he lifted you over his shoulder and spun in quick circles, Luke found himself frowning. He fell onto the couch, the soundtrack of the song and your heart-wrenching giggles like a depressing movie staple.

Luke had moments of you and Calum engrained in his memory. Calum offering his lap for you to put your legs, offering to grab you and Luke cups of coffee because he, “was thinking of getting one, too.”

Calum, taking silly selfies with you, singing your name funnily through the microphones whenever he was recording a part. Calum writing a song about you, albeit a twenty second bass line with your name and your personality the lyrics.

Luke had written you songs. Of course he had. He hadn’t shared them, but still. Why won’t you jump up from your spot on the floor, wrap your arms around his neck, kiss his cheek?

Why won’t you look to him when you’re cold, take his hoodie instead of Calums? Why wont you get a ride from him to the restaraunt for dinner? Why won’t you ruffle his hair, call him your best friend, wrap your arm around his bicep in a drunk haze? Why won’t you ask him for help on a specific song lyric?

Maybe you did these things with him a few times, but you won’t let it last long, as if you were purposefully pulling away. Luke didn’t want you to. He wanted to wrap his hoodie around you, pull on the sleeves, pull you into his chest. He wanted to grip your thigh, dance in the drivers seat as you bounced in the passenger side, hair fluffing in the wind. He wanted to steal a kiss when you stood on your toes to ruffle his hair, call you his girlfriend, not just his friend, carry you in his arms when drunk, write love songs with. Entire albums.

Why won’t you love him? He wanted to love you.

He wrote a song that night, a sad song with an upbeat tempo so he could disguise himself from the tears. A song about running, something he couldn’t wait to do when this was over. About letting the sky carry him to home, to actual good things he could have. Away from you and your stupid beautiful light.

In the moments when Luke was longingly staring after you, you were forcing yourself. You forced yourself towards Calum, made your heart gravitate to his own. At first, you knew you were using him when you asked for rides, held onto him, leaned close so he could smell your perfume.

He saw past the charade, sat you down for dinner, forced you to spill your guts. After that, you weren’t purposefully making Calum like you. After that, you were becoming close with Calum, using his friendship to make your aching heart feel better. You didn’t even know Luke was hurting in the first place. You were afraid to admit that he was the one you were talking about, scared he’d be weirded out or confused. So, you said Calums name.

You had your own moments. Lukes laugh when you told him a story from high school, when Michael was caught playing video games instead of writing, when Ashton would pick you up and slam you down on the couch. His eyes, lighting up when he finished a lyric, plucked a particularly satisfying chord on the guitar.

His smile. His smile when he said good morning, good night, and goodbye. His smile when you showed him a new dress you bought, his smile when you wore it the next day. His smile when you told him you bought a couch, his smile when he helped you set it up. His smile when you finished unpacking and told him excitedly. His grin when you told him you burned the last photo of your ex, when you sent his clothes to Goodwill. His grin when he saw your phone on a Pinterest hair style, when he said it would look pretty on you, when you wore it the next day proudly.

You wrote a song that night, a sad song about unrequited love. Slow piano music highlighted its soft notes. It wasn’t a song for anybody but you, something to get you through it all when this was over. When you wouldn’t see Calum, let alone Luke, when you were done.

They would forget about you. He would forget about you. You were sure of it.

If only your compability would help you turn your faces, so he could see those eyes light up, and you could see that smile.

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kuroosdumbslut · 4 years

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Intrulogical: Emotional Turmoil and Exhaustion

*this is purly a self indulgent fic, i like hurt/comfort and yeah. its long and tw for cussing and mild gore/blood*

It was a fairly calm day for everyone. Thomas must have completed his more necessary tasks for the day and is experiencing some down time, seeing as Patton was trying to keep Virgil and Roman from fighting over Monopoly. Janus was seated at the table with a glass of wine, or “soup” as he liked to call it, and Remus was... shockingly not around at all.

Logan observed a few seconds longer before sinking out and into his room, picking up an astronomy book and settling himself down in the nearby chair (smartly placed next to his bookshelf so he could have his own cozy little reading nook). Apparently it wasn’t 100% Logan’s day to relax because a few minutes later, a soft knock brought his attention away.

Getting up to see who it was, Logan was surprised to see Remus, of all sides, stabding on the other side. Logan noted that Remus was almost... curling in on himself, as if trying to hide himself from, well, everything. “Remus. Would you, ah, like to come in? I can conjure a chair for you.” Another chair was conjured, appearing next to Logan’s chair in his reading area. Remus wordlessly nodded and walked in, eerily quiet as he sat in the conjured chair and once again curling in on himself. With a wave of the hanf, Logan’s door shut and, just in case, put a little “do not disturb” on the outside of his door to make sure the others wouldn’t interrupt.

Logan took a seat and studied Remus for a second before addressing him. Remus was quiet, the bags under his eyes suggested he hadn’t gotten much sleep in the past who knows how long. His clothes were wrinkled and almost seemed as if the color of said clothing was faded to match the owner’s mood. “Remus, is everything alright? You seem... depressed.” Remus let out a dull laugh. “You could say that, yeah. Quite observative aren’t ya, teach?” The normally playful and somewhat demented tone that was usually present was all but an apathetic, monotonous replica. “Logan, do you hate me?”

The logical side frowned slightly. “Well, while you often rouse the others with your antics, you aren’t a bother to me. I have no reason to hate you, Remus.” Remus nodded, staying silent. “I...I am not the best at- at expressing or understanding emotions like the others, but I have a feeling you aren’t telling me...the main reason you feel depressed.” Remus nodded again, taking a deep breath before he spoke. “I just, I know it’s great and all the Janus got accepted by you guys. And I’ve never seen Virgil actually be as happy and relaxed as he is with you guys. I really am glad they’re happy but-“

Remus cut himself off as a sob tried to escape his throat, and he desperately tried to hide the tears, but it was too late. “I hate being the bad creativity, and don’t you fucking dare try to say there’s no such thing! Clearly, from how Patton tried to busy himself or how Virgil will put his headphones on or how- how my own fucking brother just scoffs when he sees me! Even Janus seems like he wants to ignore and get away from me!”

Logan silently watched as the “darker” creativity slowly broke down more and more. Logan discreetly waved his hand to dim the lights to a calmer setting, locking his door completey and soundproofing his room for good measure. “I-I can’t give excuses for the others actions towards you, and I know my words most likely won’t help as much as I wish they could, but my door is always open for you. I may not know the feeling, but I can imagine, and visibly see, the hurt that you feel from being...disregarded by people you were both close with and considered family. You are important to Thomas and everyone else, whether they realize it or not.” Remus looked at Logan both as if he was insane and as if he was some sort of savior. Logan felt his chest ache, sad to see Remus is such an emotionally vulnerable state and broke himself. Not by crying, but Logan did scramble to get up and wrap the other in a hug, squeezing Remus reassuringly.

Logan held Remus for a bit before he released his hold of the green side. “If you need to, I have soundproofed my room so if you need or want to scream out your feelings, you can.” Logan could almost see the build up of Remus screaming, but he hadn’t expected his scream to come out so... pained. By the volume and fresh tears that poured from Remus, it seemed like it was several years worth of emotional turmoil was being released.

When it got quiet again, Logan crouched by the crumpled from of Remus on the ground and gently got him up, helping him to lay on the bed. Remus looked oike he was going to object, but Logan shook his head. Remus got comfortable in the bed, feeling as if he just went on a rampage through his part of the imagination but with less adrenaline rush and much, much less blood than he would have had. Hell, Remus couldn’t even think at all due to the exhaustion.

“Get some rest, you need it after experiencing such intense emotional stress. I’ll have a talk with everyone else as well and get you a room on our side. You are just as important as everyone else here and I am ashamed that we made you think you aren’t.” Logan took a breath and sat on the edge of the bed where Remus laid, exhausted but listening to every word he said. “I...again, I dont want to speak for anyone, but Patton has been talking with Janus, asking how to interact with you better. Janus has only been ignoring, or seemingly ignoring you, because Patton drags his off to try and get “emergency advice”. Virgil...I think he’s still processing everything. I’m sure you’re aware of how Virgil can get overwhelmed easily, and he uses his headphones to calm himself down. And... and Roman does actually care, even if he acts like he’s inconvenienced when you’re around. Roman is still trying to... to better himself. He knows how shitty he’s been to you, and to Janus and Virgil, and he’s still trying to figure out some way to remedy that, in his own flamboyant way, of course.” Remus snorted softly at that.

“Don’t be surprised if he’s made an entire musical to show his remorse to you,” Logan joked. “But, in all seriousness, I know I probably am not the most welcoming side either. I probably seem cold, seeing as I usually have some book I’m lost in or constantly making and remaking schedules. And if not that, I’m irritable due to lack of sleep. I apologize if I ever made it seem like you are unwelcomed.” Remus sleepily reached out and poked at Logan’s butt. “Specs- no, Logan, I forgive you. And I appreciate you explaining what’s going on behind the scenes. Butttt seeing as you just admitted to not getting enough sleep, I demand you come here and nap with me.” Logan chuckled, but could definitely feel exhaustion creeping up on him. Being emotionally vulnerable and trying to help someone in distress is tiring, but Logan couldn’t seem to mind. He’d rather help out Remus that continue reading. Besides, it’s a lazy day and there’s no harm in napping.

Logan laid down next to Remus, actively reaching out and bringing the other half of creativity closer. Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe it was just them deciding now or never, but they shared a small, sleeply peck, cuddling up as they fell asleep. The two idly noted to speak about their relationship regarding each other later, when both are rested and ready, but for now they slipped into unconsciousness and let their “future selves” deal with it.

#intrulogical #ts logan #ts remus #remus sanders #logan x remus #logan sanders #sanders sides #sanders sides fic

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multyfandoms-imagines · 4 years

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Howdy! I loved your headcanons of getting close to drakath from AQW. I had a question though, what would he be like romantically? I'm a softy for this guy. Have a wonderful day!

Howdy! I hope you are having a good day as well! Also i love this guy and his mirror self. Like. I would date him lol (call me a trash or whatever, but imma stand my ground)

You bring me happiness (Drakath romantic headcanons)

•what is date. How do you date. Oh god. Oh frick. Oh Lore. He has no ideas what to do with you on a date

•i mean. Drakath surely allowed you to get close enough to him, so he should also get to know you. But? He never had someone he wanted to take on a date? Help?

•this is embaracing.... Drakath wants it to be a nice suprise. But he knows just as much of a dating just like Gravelyn has will to forgive him (spoilers: literally none)

•he would ask his right hand, Cemeros, for an advice, but this woman is really not taking anything seriously

•well...maybe? If you actually like him? He just needs to tell you that he wants to go on a date? Yes? (Yes and you wanted to ask him on a date too, so Dorkath is happy yay)

•get these crowded public places away from him. Drakath doesnt have the best reputation (duh) and the last thing he needs is for some idiots ruin your moment

•Drakath was <and kinda still is> a Prince, so he wont be in some dirty and poor places. Expensive? Yes. Buy you gifts? Also yes. He has gold, he can use it however he likes

•wont be ashamed to help you win the prise you want, even if he needs to use chaos magic. Because this whole Lore can be damned, your happiness is his priority, not some worker's

•gets jealous easily. Like. Its funny how quickly Drakath can get jealous. Normally, he is too shy to show off even the tiniest affection stuff like holding hands, but when someone is taking too long talking with you or staring even, hoo boi. Then he just pulls you away from anyone, covers in his wings (they are huge for real) and deathglares someone away (noone wants to mess with him anyways)

•PLEASE dont go somewhere loud, he prefers somewhere rather dead silent. Or something that isnt "blowing his ears off" with volume

•when you 2 are alone in his or your home, its another story tho. Drakath is shy in public, but really isnt in private. He can and will hug and warp you in his wings because he can now do it and it feels so good to cuddle-

•thats that one guy who takes care of everything yeah...But seems to sometimes forget that he is alot taller then like 90% of people on the Lore and forgets to get down when walking through the normal door and gets his foread hit. Ow. Thats why all his doors are alot larger in his castle

•god save him if you wanna have a sleepover in one bed (nothing dirty, whadidyathinkyou pe-) . Drakath face will turn bright red. Its too much. Halp

•buuuuut agrees anyway cus doesnt want to upset you. Turns out he is a big cuddly bear... That really often has nightmares about his Father's death. Help this poor boi. He will be gratefull :3

•probably wakes up first but cant really get out of the bed because you look so peacefull when sleeping

•even if you have one of the worst nightmates and wake him up by screaming and being hysteric, Drakath wont judge. Been there. But without anyone to help him. So now he can help you. Holding you close and reasuring that its just a bad dream and both of you are fine

•will prepare you breakfast before you even get to brush your teeth, Drakath had to learn alot quickly and mostly by himself when he was kicked out

•if you have any books to read with him, he will just be one happy boi. Drakath really enjoys reading. Even if you dont have, he just loves to spend time with you either in silence or doing literally anything. He actually tried very hard to avoid getting attached because of that one tragic event, but, with you making him happy and yourself having fun, maybe he was somewhat foolish for not getting to know you sooner, to feel even greater happiness, then if he ever felt one all alone

#aqw #aqworlds #adventure quest worlds #drakath #chaos champion drakath #headcanons #romantic headcanons #i'll literally die for this baby #he deserves better

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rossetteaaaaang · 4 years

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“SECRET PARA BIBO”

Hey friends, Nikka, Grey and Tonya. I have something to ask about. did you already know that Tessa have a boyfriend?“ I asked. “Oh wow really? who? Why she did not tell us? And how come that you know and none of us are?” From their faces I can sense curiosity, so to make them more curious, I answered “Hmm SECRET PARA BIBO” There are many cebuano expression that we could dig onto and one of those is “Secret para bibo” so, that expression is really famous in many ways. “Secret para bibo” a phrase used in refusal to answer a question or to divulge details. This Cebuano language or expression is rather interesting with its quirks and idiosyncrasies. This phrase is normally used when you are talking to someone who is very curious about what you know, but you want to keep the secret just to get his or her goat. Please proceed to the body if you want to know more about “Secret para bibo” expression. Will you still use the expression after reading this? Figure it out yourself.

"Secret para bibo" is Literally "(I'll keep it a) secret for fun." But what is behind those expressions? "Secret para bibo" expression is that, they used it when they want to tease, annoy someone or they could use it to cover up their real name in any type of social media accounts. "Secret para bibo" is not a bad word it is just that it has its bad effect. As I said it is a phrase used in refusal to answer a question or to divulge details. It is very famous expression that every Cebuano can use in different kind of situations. But of course it has its advantage and disadvantages for us humans or for those who frequently used that kind of line. It has its bad and good cause. Its advantage is that you can have confidence using that kind of name "Secret para bibo" or whatever in anything it will give you freedom of expression. While the disadvantage is that you can cause fight with anyone that is short tempered or who loses patience directly.

“Secret para bibo" is a expression used when someone is interested about something you know and you want to fuel that person's curiosity. Think about when your friends have chika about something and they want to know more. Then, you will jokingly say that you know the rest so their curiosity will hyped up and asked you unending questions. That would be interesting right? But we cannot change the fact that not everyone can handle jokes. So if you will continue to say "Secret para bibo" in them and not revealing that you are just joking to make fun of them, there are many chance that your words or expression could be a reason to destroy your friendship, so be aware. There are many kind of scenario that I have read in social media about the expression. There are some who will laugh and some will be mad. Because as I said not everyone can handle jokes. It could be a reason to caused a fight with your friends or anyone involved. I have read one scenario, it is about a girl, she became mad because her friend was always using that kind of expression, at first it is okay with her but afterwards her friend used it below the belt already so it causes them to fight and destroyed their friendship. Imagine, you are so close with each other and just because of that words of yours, it destroyed your friendship. So learn. Always remember that not everyone have patience. We must know how to limit ourselves. If we know that it is not right to joke around then you must shut your mouth.

" Secret para bibo"can also used when confessing to your crush through soc-med. If we don't have confident that is needed for you to finally confess your feelings to your crush then using a name "Secret para bibo" in a post can help you. It can at least protect your real name. It will give you freedom to express all of the words you want to tell for him / her. You can also use it when you have something in mind that you want to share for everyone but you dont want to let them know that it is you and you will send it to many group page who could post your judgements or idea by using a code name "Secret para bibo" it can somehow give you freedom to express anything without knowing who you are. It can cover you up from being ashamed of what you've started. But as I said it also have disadvantage.

“Secret para bibo" can also be use in a bad way. Like ranting someone and bashing someone in social media using that code name. But always and please remember not to do it because your are doomed if someone you bashed or talk shits about know how to tracked people and found you. You can be arrested by doing Cyber bullying.

“Secret para bibo" will help you sometimes to avoid questions when you dont feel to share. It is when you have problem that you want to keep it only to yourself. But knowing your friends, you know that they will not let a day passed without you mentioning about your problem so to keep them shut you will use the expression "Secret para bibo" in a joke way. It can help you to convince your friends that you're okay by saying it in a joke style. You could use it in a way that can convinced them of course so you need to make sure that you said it, that would make them realized something and would not ask for more. But be aware, it can somehow let them feel that you don’t trust your friends about it so you must atleast add “secret muna just for now let me deal with it myself first” in that way you can give them approval to just keep it to yourself.

“Secret para bibo” can help you also to avoid someone’s questions which is annoying. Think about when you have someone who you hate the most and you are the only one who is available to be asked for a question about something that you know about. But because you dont like that certain person of course you would think about what to do so that you she/he cannot question you anymore. “Secret para bibo” can help you to avoid that person’s question and making them mad.

“Secret para bibo” can also give you a chance to cope everything within yourself. It has so many ways that we can use it. We all know that jokes that can cause laughter is the best medicine. Yes, it is true. Laughter relieves stress, elevates mood, and makes you more resilient. When conflict and disagreement throw a wrench in your relationship, humor and playfulness can help lighten the tension and restore a sense of connection.

So use “Secret para bibo” respectfully. Limit yourself by using the expression because it can somehow really destroy relationship with anyone. Expression can give you freedom and thats the best of it. Still, use.wisely.

Again, the Cebuano language is rather interesting with its quirks. There are many terms and expressions that can be used in many different ways and one of those is “Secret para bibo. It is a expression used when someone is interested about something you know and you want to fuel that person’s curiosity. So for me it is somewhat can help people in many ways, in various situations. It can help you avoid someone or something that are toxic to answer. It can also be “I’ll keep this as a secret to make it more fun. But sometimes alone it is not good. "Secret para bibo” It have good and bad effect in your life by using it so you must know how to limit and give boundaries to your words. You must put your shoe in that someone who you used to teased with and think critically. Ask yourself. Always remember that even if you are their so called closest friends, they still have their reasons to be mad at you if you have surpassed your words to its limit. “A little lighthearted "Secret para bibo” can quickly turn conflict and tension into an opportunity for shared fun and intimacy. It allows you to get your point across without getting the other person’s defenses up or hurting their feelings.“ So use it wisely. I and still am using this expression so all of this is legit. I know you too. This essay gives you a peace of mind, that "Secret para bibo” is a expression that we can use in varied reason or different kind of situations. This will remind you that although it is fun to make fun of others by saying “Secret para bibo” please still, limit. Yourself. it is not applicable to everyone.

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exposedlockers · 5 years

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Headcannons, mind showing their parents and family and knowing about their relationship and first reaction the Legion’s disappearances

Uh well to be honest with you, I don’t even have their full designs yet. I have like small segments of ideas and headcanons for their parents, Especially Joey. Their parents are still a work in progress; but now that artfight is over I can get back around on working on them!(kind of.) I can show you what I have so far and talk about their reactions. I’ll put a read more since there might be alot haha. I also don’t know if I could really give you headcanons for each but I can definitely talk about them.. since… it’s still a wip.. sorry about the inconvenience!

We actually got an ask about their parents and this is where I left off before I got busy with personal stuff and other things.

I always saw Joey’s parents the disco/soul type before Joey came into their lives, And Joey loves it. He actually carries a photo of their younger days with him in his backpack and holds it to him dearly. He just loves his parents and looks up to them heavily. As for Julie and Susies parents, I dont have really anything for their past. So sorry about that. And Frank is uhh, just Frank haha.

I’ve somewhat brushed on their relationships with their parents but I could talk alittle more about it!

Starting off with Joey, His relationship with his parents slowly went sour after Frank stumbled upon his life. His father became ashamed of Joey as he went through a transformation. looks, style,everything. He used to look like this:

I guess you could say he felt like he lost his boy, seeing the people he hanged out with. I wouldn’t say he despised him, more ashamed of him in a way. Joey didn’t end up the son his father dreamed of having. Though his mother doesn’t mind who he has become. Joey and his mother still held a close relationship, the only thing that got in the way was the drinking. His mother’s drinking habits held a burden upon him and his family, and it pushed him to distance himself from spending time with his mother. He couldn’t handle the atmosphere of constantly taking care of his drunk hungover mother. It depressed him watching her waste her life away, but there were brief moments where it was just the two of them spending time together just like when he was a little kid. To put it in a more simple way, Joey is sort of a mama’s boy. Sure he loves his dad even if hes too hard on him, But his mother was always good to him and he knew for a fact she would always love him no matter what. It was already mentioned that after their disappearances everyone just thought they ran away and left town until finding a body. It starts with devastation, especially with his mother. She’s in denial about it- the thought of her son killing someone just doesn’t seem real. Then him just suddenly disappearing, absolutely no traces to be found, she’s heartbroken. She blames herself for that night. Drinking so carelessly. Not getting up from the couch. Not stopping him at that doorway. She can’t help but blame herself, she feels like she failed as a mother. Then ontop of that her husband blames her too. I figure their fighting would escalate after the disappearance of their son, probably leading to a divorce or Joey’s mother dying from heartbreak. We haven’t really decided yet.

Yeah so I really dont have a grasp on designs for Julies parents. Well, pretty much everyones parents. I want to make sure I get that 90′s feel to their designs so i gotta tinker with it. But I Just… haven’t got around to it. On the other hand, Julie’s relationship with her parents is just a typical teen thing. She was their little sweet pea until highschool came around. Julie used to be the kid they were proud of showing off. A straight A student who played a bunch of sports, with a sweet simple girl personality,popular. But highschool changed that. In a way, Frank changed that. Her grades started dropping, all her relationships with her friends fell apart, personality did a complete 180. In a way, her parents were pretty disappointed in the path she chose. Instead of trying to talk things through, they became a little more pushy with her. Trying to push her back to sports; mother trying to get her into cheer leading, signing her up for tutoring and what not. And of course this interfered with their relationship.I would say there were alot of arguments between her and her mother. Her father though was more on the sidelines about things. Yes he was disappointed on how she turned out to be, but getting between her and her mother wasn’t something he was interested into doing. He’s more silent about his disappointment, but spoke loudly through his actions. For instance, barely being able to look at his daughter, Or even talk to her at the dinner table kind of thing. Julie didn’t really mind, or at least showed that she didnt care. If anything, Her families actions pushed her more into her impulsive actions. Then when shes gone, they’re both devastated. They both blame eachother for her disappearance at first until the body showed up. They go through a range of emotions. Shock, anger, betrayal, disappointment. They would have never thought their own daughter would do something like that, but knowing the type of person Frank is, they could believe she could be behind the murder along with Frank. Although it upsets them that their daughter is probably behind the murder, they pray one day they could just hold their daughter one last time.

As for Susie, Her relationship with her parents isn’t bad. She isn’t angsty, She doesn’t fight with her parents, and she tries her best to be a good daughter. Of course the group interferes with her for being an honest good hearted child, but the group doesn’t interfere with her relationship with her parents. We feel as though Susie and her family had a strong bond, they get their ups and downs but they only grow a stronger relationship. As stated before, Susie’s mother is extremely protective of her- practically all of her children. With being protective, she is also supportive of Susie and her dreams. She works hard to help Susie pursue her dreams of going to college for arts and encourages her heavily on her projects. Susie loves her mom, and admires her hardworking self, along with her father. We cant really see any complications about her and her fathers relationship other than him not understanding why she would want to go to school for art. They bicker about it at times but its nothing to big to ruin their relationship. I’ve already talked about Susie’s relationship with her siblings- Since they’re so young she cant really hate them. Kids are just obnoxious, and theres no stopping that. Obnoxious or not, she still loves them; even though they might steal her stuff, ask her millions of questions, or argues over control for the TV. She would protect her siblings with her life, and to the same with her from her siblings. But when she’s gone, they don’t understand. They don’t understand why their parents are crying, making thousands of calls desperately asking for more information on their daughter. It only leads to more confusion when their parents just turn silent about the situation, they won’t bring it up around them. Their parents won’t give them any answers- If anything, their parents probably lied to them and made up some story that Susie finally went off to college to at least leave some positive image of her behind. Now to get more into their parents reactions, of course they’re upset. They would never think she would just suddenly disappear like that, especially knowing that her relationship with the group isnt that strong. (at least with Frank.) They know for a fact she loves Julie with all her heart, and would be willing to do literally anything or her. They first come to the conclusion that maybe she was kidnapped, or possibly lost. With scarce information, their questions were answered with the murder of the janitor with multiple stab wounds. They couldn’t accept it, they couldn’t accept the fact that Susie would do something like this or that she would disappear so willingly. They automatically put the blame on Frank and Julie for her disappearance, unwilling to accept the fact she would do such a thing or even accept the fact she would just disappear so abruptly.

Then there’s Frank. He’s just a sad story with a sad ending. A nobody ending as a nobody. His parents gave him up, his foster dad didn’t even care about him when he was around. We don’t really think his foster father would care if he was even gone. Maybe even glad. It would be no surprise to anyone if he was the one behind the murder in the first place or the disappearance. Everyone knew the type of person Frank was, and everyone in the right mindset knew to stay away from him. There’s really not much to tell for him.

#sorry this might be really jumbled my brain is fried #this is not proof read either so IM SO SORRY LMAO #mod knives #exposed status.

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jayykesley · 6 years

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ALL OF THEm and Derick and Rosalyn for the specified ones?

i feel like a lot of Derick’s answers are depressing? because he hasn’t gone through much character development yet and i dont want to spoil anything, so thats why.

Again, copy and pasted from a Word doc, so i greatly apologize for the formatting

What OC has the biggest family? How do they get along?

Already answered!

What OC has/is a mentor?

Both Anaya and Victor are greatmentors to the people around them, especially Rosalyn, Roswell, and Carson

What OC has a huge group of friends?

Roswell considers nearly everyperson’s he’s had a conversation with his “friend”. He’s very friendly, and hejust wants to be around people!

What OC has a small, close group of friends?

Rosalyn. She’s somewhat picky aboutwho she considers a friend. Carson and Roswell are in, Lorelei is a strongmaybe, and Derick is a “probably not”

What OC has, like, one friend?

Derick. At the moment, his only realfriend is Ragsy, his cat.

What OC is the Mom Friend?

Lorelei might be it. She’sconstantly worried for her friends’ safety, always offers to mend theirclothing, and probably wouldn’t hesitate to pack each of them a lunch.

What OC really needs the Mom Friend around?

As the certified Dad Friend, Carsondoes best when he is complimented by the Mom Friend.

Which OCs are an old married couple (literally or figuratively)?

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What is your favorite platonic relationship between your OCs?

Carson and Rosalyn are really fun towrite, since their personalities clash quite a bit, and there’s that “I hateyou but youre my family so not really” element

What is your favorite familial relationship between your OCs?

Robin and Lorelei. Lori obviouslyacts protectively and motherly over Robin (due to their large age difference),but she also understands where Robin is coming from, more so than their motheror father might.

What is your favorite romantic relationship between your OCs?

Already answered!

Which two OCs are the most different from each other?

Derick and Rosalyn are probably themost polar opposite at the moment. Rosalyn is brash, aggressive, and takes whatshe wants, while Derick is very meek, pacifistic, and would rather be invisiblemost of the time

Which OCs complement each other the best?

Due to their already establishedfriendship, Lorelei and Carson know each others’ strengths and weaknessesintimately. Where Carson is impulsive, Lorelei is rational and helps him take amoment to figure out a plan. Where Lorelei can be controlling and anxious,Carson is lax and has been known to convince her to take a chance on occasion

Which OCs get along the best with each other?

Lorelei and Carson

Which OCs get along the worst with each other?

At the moment, Rosalyn and Derick,but that will change as the two grow and become more familiar with each other

Which OCs don’t know each other, but would get along great if they did?

I could see Andromeda getting along greatwith Rosalyn, or Carson with Paris

Which OCs don’t know each other, but would hate each other if they did?

Answered!

Which OCs would make the worst couple?

Rosalyn and Carson, because 1) theyconsider each other siblings, and 2) certain parts of their personalities just wouldn’tmake for a healthy romantic relationship. Both are impulsive, which leads topoor decisions that don’t benefit either of them. Carson needs someone incrediblypatient to work with him and his adhd, and Rosalyn needs someone who invokesher more gentle and protective nature. Plus, Rosalyn hates puns, and that’s justa huge deal-breaker for Carson.

What’s the strangest way two (or more) OCs have met?

Well, Rosalyn and Carson literallykidnapped Derick from his home, so

Which non-related OCs have known each other the longest?

Victor and Carson. Victor knewCarson’s parents before he was born, and he raised Carson after they died.

Which OCs knew each other the shortest time before becoming close friends?

Roswell and Lorelei. He alreadyconsiders her a friend, and she is happy to listen to him talk

Which OCs spend the most time together?

Lorelei and Carson spend a good dealof time together. So do Lorelei and Robin, and Lorelei and Val. Lorelei justlikes her friends/family, okay?

Which OCs have fought with each other the most?

As siblings do, Carson and Rosalynfought a lot when they were younger.

Do any OCs have friends they haven’t met in person?

Dr. Faulkner’s soulmate, Dr. CindyHartford, lives in another country! They send letters to each other through CaptainZulu, and have never actually met in person.

Do any OCs have imaginary friends?

Not anymore, but Robin had quite afew when she was younger

Does OC have a hard or easy time making friends?

Derick: Hard, he was isolated a lotas a kid (parents were ashamed to have a Lacking child), and he’s naturally shyand introverted

Rosalyn: hard, but not for lack oftrying. She can talk to strangers no problem, but people don’t usually like hermore aggressive nature

How did OC meet their best friend?

Derick: She crawled right into hisarms after he found her hiding behind a dumpster in an alley

Rosalyn: She had just escaped withRoswell from Knox’s facility weeks before, and ran into Carson in the Burjeok forest.Naturally, the two were suspicious of each other, but Carson was happy to havesomeone his own age around and brought them back to Victor.

How did OC meet their worst enemy?

Derick: She birthed him

Rosalyn: Knox plucked her off thestreet after a fight, impressed with her tenacity

How did OC meet their significant other? If OC does not have a SO, do they want one?

Derick: Does not have one atm, but wouldn’tmind a gf?

Rosalyn: Does not have one atm, andfeels like life is too chaotic for a boyfriend right now

How does OC get along with their parents?

Derick: no…

Rosalyn: maybe, if I ever actuallygave her some

Does OC have siblings? Do they get along if they do? Do they wish they had some if they don’t?

Derick: no siblings, parents didn’t evenwant one child. Derick would have liked a sibling.

Rosalyn: absolutely adores herbrothers, misses Daniel like crazy, even though she is often rude to carson sheloves him dearly too

Does OC have or want kids?

Derick: Doesn’t dislike kids, but he’sboth 1) incredibly awkward around them, and 2) terrified of being eitherself-absorbed like his mother, or passive and uncaring like his father. Despitethat, wouldn’t hate the idea of being a parent if he ended up having kidsanyway

Rosalyn: feels like the world is tooawful to bring her own child into, secretly afraid she would be a bad mom, butwould love the child and try her best if she ever did have kids

Is OC/Would OC be a good parent?

Both would actually be greatparents, if they could ever get over their fears and hangups about parenthood

What is something unusual OC has bonded with someone over?

Rosalyn and Derick could actuallybond over growing up in Cirsca!

What is the most important relationship in OC’s life?

Derick: hasn’t happened yet (hislife wont always be sad and lonely, I promise)

Rosalyn: Her relationship withRoswell, as it is the one thing that kept her from becoming hard-hearted andtruly uncaring before she met the gang

How has OC been affected by their friendships?

Derick: his few-and-far-betweenfriendships, growing up, led to his becoming socially anxious and overall insecureabout himself

Rosalyn: They make her stronger emotionally,and give her a reason not to give up

How has OC been affected by their family relationships?

Derick: badly

Rosalyn: the death of Daniel and herneed to continue protecting Roswell

How has OC been affected by their romantic relationship(s) or lack thereof?

Who does OC consider they have learned their most important life lesson from?

Derick: his mother (“You are only asvaluable as what you can offer other people”)

Rosalyn: Dr. Anaya Gatling (“Youhave to choose good, over and over.”)

Who motivates OC?

Derick: Ragsy, he just wants tobuild a good life for his cat

Rosalyn: Knox, she won’t rest untilshe gets her revenge

Who would OC do anything for?

Derick: Ragsy

Rosalyn: Roswell

Who would OC do anything to not have to deal with?

Derick: basically anyone in authority,they give him the heebies and the jeebies

Rosalyn: originally? Derick. Now? She’snot so sure

How does OC meet most people?

Derick: its usually forced throughcompany meetings and elevator small-talk

Rosalyn: through some mystic force,because she’s not going out of her way to meet new people

How long does it take OC to open up to people?

Derick: years, unless he’s drunk,then minutes

Rosalyn: it depends on if the otherperson is going through something similar to what Rosalyn has experienced. She reallydoesn’t have anything to hide, except the people she’s killed

How much do OC’s friends know about their private life?

Derick: not much?

Rosalyn: she’s fairly open, so probablya lot

How does OC act differently after they know someone better?

Derick: He may talk about himselfmore, or might ask them questions he deems “stupid” because he feels morecomfortable around them

Rosalyn: She’ll offer morecompliments, but also more insults (which she considers a good thing, as triesto tell the truth as often as possible, out of respect). She also might startreferring to them by their title (i.e. she calls Victor “Mr. Pike”, and Anaya “Dr.Gatling”, but only refers to Commander Knox and Chancellor Woods as “Knox” and “Woods”.)If she’s really close with you, she’ll even call you by your first name.

Who is OC’s favorite person?

Derick: Marni, as she was the only personin Cirsca he felt comfortable around

Rosalyn: Victor, as she considershim a great leader and mentor

Who is OC’s least favorite person?

Derick: Snite, as he makes Derick’severyday life so much more painful than is necessary

Rosalyn: Other than Knox? People wholeave flyers in your yard

Is there anyone OC used to be very close to, but no longer is?

Derick: nah, he was never very closeto anyone to begin with

Rosalyn: Daniel, but he ded

What aspects of OC have, consciously or unconsciously, come from someone else?

Like, from another OC, or from me? BecauseDerick’s whole demeanor and his inner monologue come directly from me, which makeshim a very easy character to write. Rosalyn, I guess my semi-confusion withnonverbal societal cues and tendency to get angry (I’m working on it).

#my ocs

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