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arikazu · 29 days

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Red lingerie | Hwang Hyunjin

Hyunjin birthday special

Summary : in which you give your first time as a birthday gift to Hyunjin.

My Felix ff

Will probably make a part 2

Genre : fluff, smut, doggy style style dick riding and little angst

Minors don't interact

First time writing smut don't laugh I know it's hard anyways happy birthday to our prince may God bless him from all the evil and give him a long and healthy life.

the slow day in Seoul was slowly coming to a close and the heat wasn’t helping anything either. It was late afternoon now and the street corner was already packed full of people. The air was hot and humid. They were all drinking beer or iced coffee as the sun lowered into the horizon of the city skyline. They looked tired but their smiles were warm and genuine.

you were trying to find the best nightwear for to wear today was his day! "mmh hyunjin will like red color or black one?" you debated it was the fifth lingerie you throwed away in the laundry basket. you sighed again, your mind going back to that fateful night when you met him for the first time. you didn't know what had gotten into you back then. maybe because he caught you by surprise at such an opportune moment in your life? or maybe because he really did look so good in his oversized hoodies that night? whatever the case.

you loved this man today was his first birthday with you as a couple and he deserves everything that you give him. even if it means wearing nothing more than lingerie for hours on end, no matter how much he complains about it. "yes, yes," you said aloud to yourself. you picked another piece of lace out of the drawer "let's do red then..."

hyunjin was in the living room sipping on a glass of wine and watching tv. he had just finished a long day of work where the only thing he wanted is some peace and quiet to get through this week.

his phone rang Felix was calling . Hyunjin answered it with the phone held up between both hands and the wine glass balanced on his thigh. he heard Felix talking over the other side of the line. he could hear something about "your favorite dongsaeng" and then Hyunjin laughed softly. he knew Felix would be excited.

"what is it Felix?" he asked in English. he couldn't help but laugh, knowing Felix was excited at this moment too. hyunjin felt giddy inside knowing he was doing the same right now.

"birthday dinner right now!" Felix screamed from the other side of the line. "come on hyunjin let's go!"

"what about y/n?" hyunjin asked looking back at the bedroom door. he wondered if she was busy with work or something else.

"come on we boys will celebrate " Felix shouted once more, "now hurry up!" before he hung up the phone. Hyunjin chuckled, he was so lucky to have friends like these.

he put his drink down on the coffee table "hey love" hyunjin mumbled as he entered their shared room . he walked up behind her, kissing your neck lightly.

hyunjin laughed "why are you wearing a big jacket"

he said as he hugged you from behind. "and your hair looks beautiful. I'm glad i got to see you today." he continued stroking her back in a soothing rhythm, his hand tracing small circles into your skin."thanks to you, my beautiful woman," he kissed her cheek gently.

you smirked and pushed him onto the bed . "you're not the only one who is thankful for this day." you told him pulling off your coat as well

."i am...but i hope you have something special planned tonight because you sure as hell deserve the world,"

hyunjin , smiling widely at you."baby I love you so much and I haven't brought a gift for you yet but I want this to be a memorial night"

you smiled softly at him. your eyes were shimmering under the bright lights of the lamp, shining with pure happiness. you never took your eyes off of him."I'm so lucky to call you mine and i want this to be our last night together for the rest of our lives. i don't think i've ever been happier than in this second."

hyunjin sat up, straddling you as he cupped your face. his thumbs traced over your jawline slowly."i love you so damn much y/n. there won't ever be a part of me that isn't grateful for everything you've done for me. i wish you'd stayed with me forever and always, even if it meant we'll never grow old"

you kissed his hand "we have years ahead of us to grow old together. you can hold my hands and tell me that I have the most beautiful eyes." you smiled at him."i promise I'll cherish every precious second i spend with you. "

hyunjin cupped your face. your eyes were filled with affection for each other "i don't care if we live for 100 years, even if it means we won't see any sunrise, i wouldn't change a single thing about the day we spent together. i love you y/n "

you slowly opened your zipper and reveal the red lingerie underneath your clothes that was still wrapped around your waist. you removed the bra and threw it at the edge of the bed and pulled your dress up until your legs were exposed. you grabbed his wrists, pushing them above his head. "you better appreciate this," you said as you unzipped your pants letting them fall to the floor along with your panties.

"i am." hyunjin answered in a deep voice while grabbing your waist tightly, lifting you from the ground and tossing you on top of the bed. he pressed himself closer to you and started kissing every inch of exposed skin on your body. hyunjin placed soft kisses on your stomach making you shiver. he kept moving upward until finally, your legs were tangled together.

your breathing came heavier as he caressed your thighs. "you feel so good baby.""you know you can come whenever you want." hyunjin whispered against you. his lips traveled up your stomach as he reached your breasts. "you can be loud as you please, i like to listen to you scream."

"please be gentle it's my first time" you begged softly, wrapping your arms around his neck as he nuzzled his nose in your cleavage. "don't make me wait anymore" he murmured while biting on one of your nipples you moaned loudly, arching your back slightly as he sucked your hardened nipple into his mouth.

"hyunjin stop teasing please i beg of you." you pleaded softly as he moved his hand between your legs "just fuck me please-" he groaned.

his teeth nipping hard on your sensitive spot making you whimper and writhe under his touch. "baby i want to taste you so bad." he murmured. he ran his fingers over your entrance teasingly. "but i need to taste you first." he added, licking his lips as he eyed your clit.

hyunjin's tongue dipped in and licked your wet folds in one fluid movement. he teased you gently before licking his way up to your core and pinching the flesh between his thumb and index finger. he began flicking his middle finger in and out of you, making you moan in pleasure.

he bit your breast harshly, causing you to cry out loud. you felt your orgasm starting to build and you gripped onto his shoulders tightly.

Hyunjin continued his torture for a few moments longer before sucking on your clit. you were about to reach the peak of your orgasm when his hand stopped moving. "ahhhh shit!"

you gasped as pain coursed through your insides making your whole body ache with every passing second of your release.

hyunjin watched you as you tried to catch your breath. he chuckled darkly before he placed small kisses along your belly button. He was now kneeling beside your naked body with his eyes glued to your chest.

"this feels fucking amazing" he groaned as he rubbed his nose into your stomach. he placed light kiss after kiss to your belly button making your knees wobble and shake.

hyunjin looked up at your face, his gaze filled with lust. "that is definitely a lot easier for me to say then i thought it would be."

hyunjin pulled you and placed you on his cock . he positioned himself so that he could enter you fully while his hands were firmly placed on your hips, keeping you steady and upright. your back arched as your ass started bouncing up and down in anticipation of what was coming next. the friction of your slick wetness against your asshole made him gasp out loud. your movements were quick and fast all at the same time.

"baby...wait for it" you cried out in frustration.

hyunjin nodded "of course" he replied "keep going baby"

"oh god!" you exclaimed in between gasps. your fingernails were digging into hyunjins shoulder blades as he drove deeply into you. he held you by your hips tightly.

"i love how tight you are for me" hyunjin muttered as he kissed you on the neck.

the pace picked up a little more. hyunjin started to speed up the thrusts of his hips. your toes curled, your nails digging deeper into his skin, your head was thrown back and you were trying not to scream and just focus on staying awake.

"oh god hyunjin you're killing me baby..." you moaned

as soon as he said that you were on your deathbed. you knew that he could do this but you didn't know how much you would enjoy it or how hard you were gonna climax with this man inside of you.

"god damn hyunjin.."

you grunted, "you make me crazy...you are killing me" you moaned out loudly as your orgasm ripped through you like an electric shock.

hyunjin grunted with satisfaction as he too reached his climax, filling you with his cum. "damn...fuck..."

he panted and leaned on your chest.

your eyes rolled up into the back of your head as another wave of euphoria washed over you and you felt yourself falling asleep. your mind was completely blank at that moment as your body went limp.

"who said we are sleeping" hyunjin groaned and pulled your ass towards himself, throwing you over his lap.

"what are you doing baby?" you asked confused as he pinned you down by putting one hand on the bed to hold yourself up while the other reached down to your thong, removing the lace underwear.

"i want to be inside you again" he whispered seductively.

your ass in front of him as he came from behind you making you moan loudly.

"come here"

you crawled forward so your front was right in front of him and his hard erection was resting perfectly on your entrance. you bit down on your bottom lip as hyunjin pushed himself inside you slowly.

he was careful and slow in driving himself inside of you. once he had fully entered you

you immediately tightened around him.

"fuck! you feel so good." Hyunjin breathed deeply. his left hand moved to your breast and pinched it roughly, sending pleasure radiating throughout your entire body. your muscles tensed up, tightening his shaft even further in you.

"i'm gonna come in you and then i'm gonna push myself back out, okay?"

he warned. you hummed in reply signaling that you understood.

"you're perfect, y/n. just the way you are" hyunjin groaned as he slid himself deeper inside of you.

your eyes squeezed shut as you tried not to scream out loud at the incredible feeling. you clutched onto the sheets desperately.

"yes yes yes"

Hyunjin increased his pace. you dug your nails into his shoulder, trying to hold yourself in place but it was useless. "I'M COMING Y/N" he roared as his release took control of his body.

a strong wind blew through the room, bringing everything around you crashing to the ground and shattering into pieces.

he was a beast hyunjin was getting faster and faster eachtime. You could already feel the intense burning sensation on your core and you clenched your fist, gripping your own hair tighter and harder until your fingers turned white. "HYUNJIN"

hyunjin's eyes snapped open and his eyes focused directly on yours. he grinned mischievously. "did you hear it too princess?" he chuckled

darkly. "did you hear us? does that mean that

are going to be mine?" he smirked before slamming his face into yours.

he was relentless, taking his sweet time. It seemed like forever since you last felt him inside of you. Your hands roamed up his chest, tracing circles on his bare skin making his head turn slightly.

the moonlight illuminated the room and your faces contorted in pleasure.

"so beautiful" he groaned as his fingers brushed over your breasts.

"so sexy hyunjin"

he buried his face in between your breasts moaning as he pounded relentlessly into your core. "i missed being inside you like this, i missed the sound of your moans, i missed watching your expression."

you smiled as you snuggled up to him , pressing a kiss to his neck and shoulder. "so did I."

hyunjin smiled "this was the best birthday gift ever"

you giggled at his words and pulled his ear lobe into your mouth playfully "oh yeah? why is that?"

"because i get to see you looking like a mess and having fun at the same time" he growled lowly, pulling on your nipple making you squeal happily.

"we just had a round!"you chuckled.

"but a birthday boy gets everything he wants" he replied smugly and you blushed lightly as he tugged your bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling gently on it.

"yeah, well, you know what they say" you smirked playfully.

"a birthday boy will get his pretty doll all fucked up and messed up"he smirked as he slipped both hands down your thighs. he cupped your cheeks and kissed you, letting go of your lips only to move them down your jawline and across your chest.

after all it was Hwang Hyunjin birthday and it was the best present he could get.

it was his girlfriend

she was his gift.

you were his gift .

You were his everything, the one thing that made the world around you a little better, that made the world brighter and you were his everything and there was nothing he wouldn't do to protect you.

"how could someone so beautiful ever have something like that happen to me"

"haha baby boy you deserve the world" you smiled as he brushed his hands against yours.

you intertwined your fingers, interlocking your pinkies together. he brought your left hand up to his lips and planted soft kisses on it. his touch sent shivers throughout your body.

"you are my beautiful princess." he whispered softly.

you smiled, looking into his eyes. "thank you."

"no problem my queen”

His eyes were close and you were ruffling his hair somewhere his phone was ringing Felix was calling for the dinner party but little did the sunshine knew that hyunjin already has his dinner and the best birthday gift and it was you.

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The red lingerie and you were the perfect gift.

"On that night of March you gave me your first time

My heart was beating faster that day when I touched you and kissed every inch of your sky that red lingerie still carries your smell and is lying in my closet"

Hwang hyunjin 20.3.24

Y/n You are still there right?

Hey you made me fall in love

I wish I could spend my future birthday with you

I guess our forever was lie.

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Ok I'm not a copypasta person unless it's memes but like. Look I'm not Palestinian but I'm also a Southwest Asian and my mental health has definitely deteriorated seeing just. Everything. Especially the increase in racism and islamophobia (I'm also muslim) and seeing all the hate crimes and knowing that someone could probably shoot me in the head while I'm writing gay fanfiction in public and justify it by saying that I could've been a dangerous terrorist and therefore my entire family tree must be eradicated-

basically what I'm trying to say is that I'm hoping that making this post on the himbo tourney blog will get some eyes on this. Like. I've been feeling really powerless about this and kinda just like shriveling up and dying lately. Tbh. The world is fxcked right now. In the year of our lord 2024 /ref, here we are post undertale we are being pro-genocide how funny is that haha. It's not funny. It's. It's not. It's not funny . I can't. I've seen too many videos of children dying and crying and I just. I saw the one thing about the kid with cerebral palsy whose parents got shot right in front of them for literally no reason and then they got yelled at by soldiers and like. People literally will look at this and call these people animals?? I saw that term get thrown around a lot. It's just disgusting and like.

have people seen the bingo the literal genocide bingo. People are treating this like a joke like. Do people not realize that Southwest Asian people are like... people??? We're people you know. Like this is mainly targeting Arabs but I've seen stuff about people discriminating against the rest of us too (mainly because they can't tell the difference. Because the idea of not treating Asian cultures as interchangeable applies until you get to Southwest Asia I guess even in progressive circles everyone just says Arab for everything even here I've seen people like-). I'm Persian and I'm still scared someone will cut my life off. I'm 16. Nowruz is next week and I just want to live to it with my family. My mind is inundated wit the tears of the families that had never gotten to have their celebrations. Because of one group on one day.

one group on one day. One group on one day. it's always that. it's always that for people like us.I feel like I'm going insane. It's just 9/11 in America all over again. I wasn't even born for that. But you can just feel it all around you. And now we have the sequel, across the world. But it's used the same way. 7/23. Can't wait for the memes /s. This one thing happens therefore we can dedicate multiple months to killing all of you just making you suffer stripping your dignity you don't deserve anything and we'll make the world hate you because fxck you and then the world goes along with it because nothing good ever happens and I just want to escape from this but every time I go on tumblr it's just this and I know if I ever stop seeing this it means that the worst has happened anyway

and then people try to act like YOU'RE the bigot because you're trying to hold a country's government and military force responsible for war crimes just because the country has its branding in minority groups. How about I make this crystal clear: I don't give a flying fxck about what Israel is, it's what it's doing that matters. I'd be saying nearly the same shzt if they were PERSIAN, and that is MY ETHNICITY. I literally do not care. It doesn't matter. Because killing people is wrong and that should not be a controversial statement but I guess some people like the sound of screams in the morning. The Palestinian death toll has surpassed the 7/23 death toll. And it's still going. And not all the deaths have even been accounted for because bodies are still buried under rubble. Because they're still bombing people and they won't stop. And no one will make them stop.

like I don't give a fxck about Hamas either, I heard some of the members did genuinely say some like directly quoted antisemitic shzt and also they like condoned a racist caricature of a black woman in a magazine I think but I'm not sure about the second one (I know the magazine thing definitely happened but I'm not sure of their like involvement at all-) like. I don't need to suck there dzcks like some people do it's one group of fxcks like I don't. They're just the excuse being used for this. You're bombing the entire population of a country where the majority population is fzcking tater tots. You're attacking children. You are killing children. Paint yourself purple. Dammit. Just. Again it's 9/11 all over again but in another country.

even then like it's like. You know that trope in cartoons that shows up more often than you'd think that was in like Avatar and Korra and RWBY I think where there's like a fictional minority that is oppressed and wants rights and then active protest is represented by an evil terrorist group who attacks people and is the villains of the media and passive protest is always portrayed as good and active protest is evil and there's no nuance and also they just frame the group as just like evil spawned out of nowhere not addressing that they literally would not exist if not for the truly evil system of oppression that basically created them. Like.

You know Hamas only exists because Palestinians were already treated like shzt right? Like they were already displaced and didn't consent to the whole Israel thing and like look up Nakba it's fzcking awful like. Hamas is just a symptom of the disease and there will just be another Hamas if you try to knock it down without actually like. Doing anything about. the fact that Palestinians are oppressed. but people will just act like you can keep punching at Hamas like that'll result in anything like they're the flowers not the roots y'know-

also I'm calling it here, this entire thing is gonna definitely be used down the line by Neo-nazis I mean it kinda already is being used to justify antisemitism but like I saw the stuff of people trying to redefine antisemitism to be synonymous with antizionism and make isrseli and jewish synonymous and to basically gatekeep jewishness from anti-zionist jews (I'm not kidding I actually saw shzt like that) and it's like. Y'all they're gonna turn around in a year or two like "ohhh look at the big bad scary jews- I mean Israelis their identity is literally tied to the genocide of Palestinians they are inherently evil there is no denying it!" (Ignoring the fact that the USA and other bastards of colonization did the same shzt as Israel literally the same story history is repeating itself but we have social media brands this time-). And then like what the fxck do you do about it when the word antisemitic now means anticolonialist so no one takes it seriously anymore. What the fxck are you supposed to do about that. And when they probably made themselves right because they probably contributed to Palestinian Genocide themselves they don't care they're just using them as props in their fxcking jew hatred. But like. Yeah you are now tied to this nationality that is tied to fxcking genocide what do you do? It's like perfect to use for fearmongering around Jewish people since the shzt they used before somehow worked despite literally being pulled out of their xss istg like where the fxck did any of the bank stuff come from like. The fzck?-

im tired. I'm so tired. Both in the literal "It's past 1am" sense and the less literal "make the stop" sense.

I just don't want people to die. I just want people to be happy. I just want people to not suffer but every day it feels like it's getting worse and I just want something to change for the better and I'm scared. Why do people act like it's a bad thing to not want people to suffer? I don't understand. I just. I just don't understand. I. am I naive? For this?

does this wish make me naive?

#I can't take it anymore #I want to cry

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labyrinth-runner · 4 months

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Merry Christmas, Darling

Okay so this is technically centered around Coruscant's winter Fete week for New Years so technically NOT christmas, and the song has no bearing on this piece of work but this is my christmas present to you darlings, so.

Summary: Reader is a senator stuck in Coruscant and misses their family's get together, but a certain Jedi happens to find them and make up for it.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Words: ~1900

Warnings: None

The holidays were always rough. They required so much traveling to visit aunts and uncles who really didn't know anything about you but still felt the need to pass judgement. You were almost relieved when the senate called for an emergency meeting. You'd volunteered to stay behind to represent your faction so that Senators Amidala and Organa could go home to their families. The meeting hadn't lasted long. It was the warmonger's attempt to prolong the war while those that wanted peace weren't around. They lost the vote, but you'd lost most of the day and oh no, now it was much too late to attempt to make it home for the holiday. Sorry, Aunt Migante.

Your footsteps echoed off the walls of the Senate as you made your way down to the ground level, your hood pulled well over your face. It was a holiday, so you knew most of the places you normally went to would be closed, but you hoped that at least one would be open.

It was.

Dex's Diner was always your haven. You didn't know how he managed to make some hole in the wall feel like home to people from all walks of life, but he did.

"Dex, thank you for being the only reputable establishment open today," you called, falling into your normal booth towards the back. The window covered half the booth (the half you didn't sit in) so you could see out, but it was hard for those outside to see you.

"Reputable is debatable, kid," Dex called, leaning out the kitchen window. "You're not going home for the holiday?"

"And miss out on your braised shaak roast? Never," you said with a smile. You leaned your elbows on the table, resting your chin on your hands and added, "The senate had an emergency meeting. I'd arrive much too late even if I left now. Besides, I'm not missing much. I'm unattached and don't have any kids of my own. My parents are probably relieved that they don't have to host me on top of everything else going on."

Dex tsked at you. "Don't take family for granted."

You caught site of a familiar brown cloak coming towards the door. Dex grinned wider as the new patron came through the door.

"A Senator AND a Jedi? My humble establishment must be on the up and up," Dex said. You could hear him chuckling above the scrape of the spatula on the grill.

Raising your mug of caf at Obi-Wan in a mock toast, you said, "Welcome fellow traveler."

Obi-Wan smirked, sliding into your booth. "You're in my seat."

"I was here first." You took a sip of caf. "What the kriff are you doing here, though? Don't the Jedi do something to celebrate the holiday?"

Obi-Wan's smile faded. "It hasn't been the same since Qui-Gon. He used to love Fete but now it's a reminder of another year without his guidance."

"That's not a very Jedi-like thought." You teased.

He shrugged. "My master is one with the force. I have learned to let go of most things in life, but you cannot help but miss things, still. It's just a matter of not dwelling on it and letting it ruin you." He leaned back in the booth. "Things come and go, Darling, but the force continues on, and so should we." He raised an expectant eyebrow at you. " Why aren't you going home?"

Now it was your turn to shrug. "Meeting ran late. Too late to go home now."

"I'm sure your family wouldn't care when you showed up." As long as you were there. He didn't say it, but you could feel the implication.

You sipped your caf as the waitress droid placed two roasts in front of you. When she left, you leaned forward towards him. He mirrored your movements. "I don't want to go," you murmured.

"Why ever not?" he asked, his brows raising into his forehead.

"Because I don't want to face their judgment." You sighed.

"You are a galactic senator of well-renown and you are greatly respected. Why would they ever judge you and how could they ever find you lacking even if the did?"

You looked at your roast, cutting it into smaller and smaller bits with every word. "Because I'm not married. I don't have children. I don't have an ounce of talent at the family business." You dropped your cutlery on the table. "It doesn't matter that I am the voice of the people. What matters is that I don't live like them."

"And what kind of life is that?"

"One where your fists matter more than your words and the blood, sweat, and tears you pour into the earth mean more than the contributions you make to bettering the world. We're supposed to care about our own before you go helping others. I never quite agreed with that philosophy," you admitted.

The two of you ate in silence for a few moments before Obi-Wan placed his fork down. "Well, are there any traditions about your planet's Fete that you miss?"

Chewing the roast, and letting the warm spices coat your tongue, you gave his question consideration. "I miss baking the Lemba breads with my grandmother. She was the only one who ever took me seriously."

"How long has she been gone?" His voice was gentle. You knew he understood.

"Almost ten years," you said, feeling hot tears slip down your cheeks. You dipped your head and hastily rubbed them away with your hands. "I'm sorry. I haven't thought about her in a while. Usually because it feels like this when I do."

He reached over and placed a hand on your shoulder. "How about we finish our meal and make some Lemba bread together?"

"You know how to make it?"

"No, but, Darling, you know I'd learn anything for you." He smiled, and you wanted to kiss him.

The thought clanged through you. Obi-Wan had always been a friend to you since you came to Coruscant and he was assigned to protect you on your diplomatic trips. Obi-Wan had always been there, and even now, even here, this was a space that belonged to the two of you, meeting here almost monthly on accident at first, and then on purpose as you made more and more trips here in the hopes of seeing him. Deep down, you knew that you'd come here today hoping to find the comfort of Obi-Wan's presence. He just had a way of making you feel at ease. You spent your whole life listening to others, but Obi-Wan made you feel heard. Obi-Wan, with his chin dimple, and his beard that tickled whenever he leaned in to whisper complaints about the senate to you during meetings. Obi-Wan with his strong arms that pulled you out of danger more times than you could count. Obi-Wan with his heart of gold that you knew could never be yours, even though the realization that he had yours crashed through you like a wrecking ball.

"I like that idea," you finally said, realizing you'd been silent for too long.

He nodded and you continued to eat, answering the occasional question about what Fete was like on your homeworld and what other traditions you missed. You thanked Dex for the meal, and made your way towards the door.

"I'll meet you at your apartments," he said with a secretive smile. "I have something to take care of first."

You gave him a quizzical look, but didn't question in. The closest shop that had what you'd need closed in an hour, so you took off, getting what you needed. Getting back home was more difficult, trying not to lose your loot off your speeder. You stayed mostly close to the ground, choosing to land at the bottom of your apartments and ride up in the lift as opposed to braving the fast paced traffic to land on your balcony.

Music was playing as you got off the lift, and it was getting steadily louder the closer you got to your house. It still didn't prepare you for the inside of your apartment. In the time since you'd parted, he'd managed to decorate your house in lights and candles, just like tradition mandated. Garlands swept across the ceiling, pieces of tinsel dangling down. The culprit himself, caught tying a small green bunch of herbs to the middle of a garland.

You cleared your throat, and he turned to you, blushing.

"I was hoping I'd have a little more time," he admitted.

Your eyes narrowed at what he tied up there, and began to laugh as you realized what it was. "Do you know the purpose of that?"

"You never really said. You just joked about how your cousin stole it one year to take to school. What's the tradition behind it?"

"I could show you," you murmured. You were flirting dangerous territory and you knew it. He didn't. You stepped into his space, running your hands up his chest. He took a deep breath in at the contact. No, you couldn't kiss him like this. Not without him knowing. "That little bough of herbs was said to bless the union of all who kissed under it. "

His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed that knowledge. But he didn't step away. Instead, he raised a tentative hand to your cheek, stroking his thumb along your cheek bone. "Well, you can't say no to tradition, Darling."

Your eyes widened as he leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips. It was soft, and then he went to pull away. But, you couldn't let that happen as you'd barely reacted. Your hands fisted his tunic on either side of his chest and pulled him back down for a searing kiss. His arms looped around you, pulling you flush against him. You nipped the bottom of his lip and he opened his mouth, letting you explore. His hold on you was the only thing keeping you upright as you pulled apart since your knees were weak beneath you.

"I...." you trailed off not really knowing how to put into words everything you felt.

"I know," he murmured. "I feel it, too. I've always felt it."

"Felt what?'' you asked, stroking your thumb along his exposed collar bone, his tunic having slipped a little loose by your grip.

"That you're my family," he admitted. "When Anakin was little, he was always just a nuisance, but there was that one time on--"

"Alderaan?"

He nodded. "When you were meeting with Bail and challenged him to a skiing competition but we lost the rest of the party and got snowed into that little cabin. It just..."

"Felt right?" you finished, remembering how you'd all fallen into the domestic life so easy for the three days it took for Obi-Wan to clear the snow enough that you could get back down the mountain."

"I hadn't felt that way since Qui-Gon. And then you were there in the diner on today of all days... and it just felt like a sign," he murmured.

"I think that was the real reason I couldn't go home," you said, tipping up to kiss him on the cheek. "My real family was here."

He cleared his throat, a smile on his face. "So, now that our union has been blessed, shall we make some Lemba to celebrate?"

"I like the sound of that."

"Happy Fete, Darling."

"Happy Fete, Obi-Wan."

#obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi

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an-aspiration · 9 months

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Run

warnings: violence-weapons- angst

summary: the w people attack Alexandria, y /n and carl already fighting are forced to huddle together and get over it xoxo. 1683 words

Its a semi cloudy day, perfect for relaxing inside and doing nothing. It was also turning out great. You woke up, got dressed, remembered you have snacks downstairs, and started cleaning up. When you were in the bathroom brushing your teeth you hear your bedroom door open. Peaking out you see its carl, not surprised, since you guys go back and forth “sharing rooms”

"Oh good your up. Did you finish the spare shampoo I had under the sink?"

You covered your mouth trying to be polite and not laugh at his sternness "Uh yeah sorry I can ask Daryl to put that on the list. You'll get it by tomorrow."

He furrowed his brow "K."

"Whats your problem its just shampoo."

"God my problem is you. "

You were taken aback at how fast he snapped back at you. He didn’t usually act like an asshole but you knew he would eventually get out of his little mood swing. Internally you decided to help him get out of it faster by arguing.

You rolled your eyes "oh please elaborate! Because I'm sorry your having a bad morning but that has hardly anything to do with me."

"you're useless. Your ass doesn't do anything except hang around your little friends and eat shit. What good are you?"

Turning from the mirror to him you mustered up the meanest look you could. Then popped the tooth brush out of your mouth and rinsed preparing to go off on him. Who does he think he is calling you useless? He was just your 'bff' yesterday and now he's acting like he has the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"First I am not useless. Do you even think before you speak because that doesn't make sense at all considering I am the one changing Judith's diapers, cleaning both your room, hers, and mine every week, and on top of that cooking your meals, so please come get me when your attitude is looking up. Cause I don't know who put you in this mood but its your job to get out of it."

You walked past him scoffing. Downstairs you grabbed your walkman, a bag of grapes, rollerskates and walked out the door.

You had been rolling around the neighborhood for a little while, enjoying the fresh air and exercise. Eventually, you came across a bench and decided to take a rest. As you sat down, you reached into your bag and pulled out a handful of juicy grapes. As you savored the sweet flavor, your mind wandered to thoughts of Deana and her parties. You realized that you could really use some fun right now, and hoped that Deana would throw another one soon. In the meantime, you decided to listen to some music on your Walkman. You scrolled through your playlist and selected "Rehab" by Lana Del Rey, letting the cute melody wash over you as you enjoyed a moment of peaceful solitude on the bench.

You sat there soaking in your thoughts mindlessly eating your grapes. You started noticing small things that you didn't notice before like how lifeless everything looked when it wasn't sunny. It made you think of Winter which was coming close. The thought of Christmas warmed your heart, but made you wonder how different it would be celebrating during the end of the world. Surely parents want their kids to have something like that. You definitely would even at your age.

Or maybe-

"HELP"

You quickly jerked out of your train of thought at the sound. Was someone hurt? Looking around you didn't see anything. But something told you to get somewhere safe. You stood up gathering your things shaking, when you started hearing more screams. Startled you just grabbed your roller skates and ran in the direction of your house. As you turned a corner you saw the mayhem. People cut into pieces and random people running around with machetes and other weapons. Now officially scared out of your mind you sprinted as fast as you could.

Morgan was in shackles, people being sliced, beaten. You caught a glimpse of someone with a 'W' on their forehead. The group Rick and morgan were murmuring about got inside the walls and are killing everyone. As you neared the house you heard someone laughing close behind you.

fuck.

"No no no no" You Turned your head to see who it was and you almost started crying. A big, probably three hundred pound, man was running behind you with a spear. You picked up the pace still a block away from the house.

You looked to your right hoping Rick or someone was gonna shoot him but instead you saw a handgun laying on the sidewalk. You bolted to it and immediately picked it up and blindly fired two shots in his direction.

One hit his arm holding the spear. You went to shoot again but *click*. You panicked then he charged at you then you fell back. Now your heart was beating faster than ever hoping you didn't just get yourself killed. He was on top of you and you stupidly threw a punch but it hit him. Blood trickled down his cheek and landed on you. He hissed at the pain, not from your power, but from the four cheap and prickly rings you had on. Before he turned back to hit back you pulled out your knife from your boot about to pierce his neck when a shot sounded. You winced then realized Carl had shot him.

You quickly wiggled from underneath him as you had tried earlier then stood up and wiped the blood off your jaw, still in shock.

"I had it."

"Barely." He said in a cocky manner, but with some sympathy in his voice. "Are you okay?''

"um.........Yeah i'm okay." You said

Now you were feeling faintish after only having grapes as a meal for the day and all the stress you had just been through. It seemed he had noticed this too because he grabbed your hand and started guiding you through the chaos back home.

A couple of hours passed, you were boiling noodles for a classic spaghetti in the kitchen. It felt strange casually cooking a meal after what happened. But there seemed to not be any right way to deal with the fact that you almost become road kill.

Carl was upstairs probably putting Judith to sleep and getting into his pajamas. Your feet began to tingle, a sign they were falling asleep so you decided to stroll over to the counter and sit there after turning the simmer down. You ran your soft hands through your hair then slowly rubbed your temples. You heard him come downstairs.

"Hey y/ n"

You looked up "Hey Carl, whats up?"

"Nothin, just uh put Judith down. Are you doing alright?"

"Yeah i'm as good as I can be at the moment. I just have a raging headache. Also- where did the others go?"

"Oh they were helping people clean up, now their at Deana's." He paused "But I just wanted to talk to you about this morning.. Im sorry for being um rude. I didn't mean what I said obviously I was just well.. I don't know. I'm also sorry because its my fault you were out there when the people attacked anyway. Do you forgive me?"

"Yes I forgive you" you said slightly giggling "I can't stay mad at you for long but thank you for also saving my life. Even if it was your fault I was out there you could have chose not to save me, your best friend, but you did."

He smiled at the way you punctuated best friend "yeah" He sat in the chair next to you staring at his hands as if he was thinking about saying something.

As you rose to attend to the food, he said, "Best friend huh?" to which you simply replied, "Yep haha". However, the conversation took an unexpected turn when he asked, "Have you ever thought of like... being more?"

You stood frozen for a second, before realizing he was probably watching you from behind.

You had considered this possibility before, but you didn't want to complicate things by bringing it up. The thought of him rejecting you made you feel uneasy, wondering if he would be scrutinizing your every move after. You tried to shake off the feeling, but it lingered in the back of your mind every time you saw him, thought about it, hell even dreamt about him. You thought it was time to confront him about it, or at least bring it up in conversation. You didn't want to be paranoid, but you also didn't want to ignore your instincts.

"hmm well" you said teasing him a little "what do you mean?"

"I'm just being dumb or whatever"

"No, your not, tell me" You said turning around and smiling. This gave him hope that you would feel the same.

"It's just, I woke up in a bad mood cause I overheard you with your friends last night talking about me. You said I come on too strong and It's obvious who I like and-"

"Oh my god no carl" you interupted " I wasn't talking about you I was talking about Abraham and Sasha. I love them both but it's so funny watching their little friends to lovers trope"

He laughed "ohhh, my bad um" "Well sorry for that too. But what I'm trying to say is I like you. I thought you didn't like me back so I got mad but- It's okay if you don't like me back I just needed to tell you because I couldn't hold on to that secret anymore." he said nervously running his hand through his hair.

You smiled and looked at him. You felt like everything that you didn't expect to happen today was happening at the strangest times.

"That- well I like you too. I was too scared to tell you because I was afraid you didn't feel the same way"

"Really?"

You nodded.

He stood up and walked over to your spot grabbing the warm wooden spoon from your hand and pulling you in for a kiss.

pt2??

A/N! :

HEY!! first post on this acc lmaoo. I posted this on watt pad originally like a month ago along with two other imagines (if you wanna check them out: leinsburg666) I wont be posting them here bc personally i think they are booty and i wrote them two months ago I’m obviously a new person duhh. but anyways i’m gonna write some more like this and PLEASE leave requests like good lord i will probably reply to all of them since i’m not sure a lot of people will see this bc the carl/reader fandom died in like 2018. hope this was enjoyable thoo 🩷

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sapphic-woes · 2 years

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Ambessa x Fem!Reader - Rumors

A/N: So...you're a bard taken to entertain while a political treaty is being made between Noxus and your kingdom, however, you end up becoming part of the deal oh no :(

Word Count: 6k AO3 link

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You had never sung as though your life was on the line if you failed, but as you looked into the gray, narrowed eyes pinned on your body…

Your voice rang out like never before.

You flicked over the strings of your lute, notes echoing over the walls as you nimbled across the floor.

Your melody filled the grand halls of Noxus, resting on the ears of the warriors around you. Don’t think. Just sing. They were fearsome people to say the least, hardened by war with hearts blackened by cruelty. You’d rather never come across a single Noxian in your life, yet a treaty between this kingdom and your very small one was to be signed, and you were called to provide entertainment in the days to come.

Three. Just three nights and then I’ll be safe back home. You closed your eyes, somber tunes captivating the hearts of those around you. Though you hated it, you weren't surprised when your rulers ordered that you come along. You were the most celebrated bard in your kingdom for a reason, with your voice making you a legend amongst musicians everywhere. Your name was known throughout all the lands, and you knew it was only a matter of time before you’d perform for more powerful people–but gods–how you wished your first big performance was for any other ruler than her.

You could feel it drilling into you, gray eyes watching your every move. Every note you strung, pivot of your foot, and tilt of your head was being observed, studied, and judged. It made you shiver, and you could only hope you’d pass whatever test this was with flying colors.

Ambessa, the infamous warlord, eyed you as you sang. The woman sat back on her throne, looking down at you with nothing but a straight face. Her left hand rested flat on the throne’s arm, with her right lifted up, balled into a fist to support her cheek. Her legs were sprawled out, accommodating the armored attire she wore, red shimmering under the palace lights. Ambessa’s eyes were blank, yet they followed every step you took, as though she were assessing you.

Was she impressed? Was she bored? You couldn’t tell–didn’t dare to guess–instead focusing on appearing relaxed. The song was a slow one, but the message was about peace and unification, something your kingdom desperately needed with Noxus. She’s destroyed other kingdoms double our size, and now that she’s set her eyes on us… You shuddered, hitting a particularly high note near the end of the song.

She’d wipe us out in a matter of days. Perhaps we’d last a week at best. If we don’t get this alliance…your voice waned off as you dramatically gazed up into the ceiling, fingers racking through your lute as the final note strung.

We’re fucking doomed.

When you finished the song you swallowed, turning to face Ambessa. Manners… You dipped down into a deep curtsy, keeping your eyes away even as you lifted yourself back up. Booming applause echoed around you, and you winced. The warriors were so loud in this hall, worse than any pub you’d ever performed at, and it pained your ears, though you resisted the urge to cover them–

Suddenly the noise was cut off, so sharply it startled you into looking up. You swallowed when you met Ambessa’s heavy gaze, the warlord's hand raised to silence all the other warriors in the room. For a moment you could do nothing but quiver, heart pounding in your chest as her gaze dragged over your body. Finally, her eyes rested on your own, voice surprisingly gentle.

Though, what she spoke of was anything but.

"Now, what do I have to do to make a person a part of this deal…" You froze, dread washing over you as an icy smile slowly spread across Ambessa’s face. The entire hall was trapped under a thick fog of tension, and although you could hardly breathe in this atmosphere, Ambessa thrived. The warlord let out a lax sigh, fingers somewhat covering her crooked smile as she spoke.

"I thought it was ridiculous, forming a treaty with a kingdom so weak. Why not just take what I want? Why listen to these pathetic ambassadors…" The ambassadors you came with paled, terror sparking in their eyes. However, the warlord didn't order their immediate beheading, or proclaim that the treaty was annulled. Rather, she waved her hands at them, tilting her head as she fixed them with a steely gaze.

"So? For the little bard–what do you demand? Don’t be too greedy with me…" Her eyes narrowed, voice a deep, threatening growl, "I don’t take well to parasites leeching off my kingdom." They wouldn't. If you weren't under the watchful eye of the warlord, you would have vigorously shook your head. All you could do now was beg them with your eyes–pleading that they don't give you up to certain death.

How would you survive such a person? The warlord was inconceivable. She sat on her throne as a god would, and the size of her even from here, frightened you. Surely, you would not last a day with her, let alone a night. Those thick hands would break you, and the strength of those arms could snap you in half. You shut your eyes to block out the image, heart a painful pounding in your chest. To your dismay, one of the ambassadors finally spoke up, with his regretful expression already confirming that your fate was sealed.

"Y/N, as you know Lady Medarda, is a pride to our humble kingdom. Her voice and music is like no one else’s. To give her up to be…” The ambassador shuffled as he tried to find the right words, “under your care is a painful process for us. Therefore…we ask for limited access to the trading posts under your rule." Fuck, go big or go home I guess. The request almost made you take back your horror. Gaining access to a vast supply of materials through Noxus would change the lives of thousands.

Ambessa raised an eyebrow, scoffing before sitting up on her throne. She placed both elbows on her knees, leaning forward to clasp her hands together as her eyes amusedly gleamed. Her smile was wide, but it was sharp–making the hairs on the back of your neck rise. She looks ready to murder him.

The ambassador trembled under Ambessa' unyielding stare, and the warlord eyed him for a moment longer before finally focusing her gaze back on you. Oh. You stiffened, flinching when the corner of Ambessa’ mouth lifted, and she let out the smallest of laughs, frosty chimes echoing in the room.

"Fine. Consider the treaty done. Aren’t you grateful? Now you can keep your measly little kingdom. But you…” Ambessa cocked her head towards your trembling form, a faint, sinister smile on her face as she did. “You will come to my chambers tonight, is that understood?”

You understood alright. You understood so well that it took everything in you not to refuse as you dipped into a curtsy. You felt you would nearly faint, fear gripping your heart. You fought the urge to cry, silently nodding instead. You took a deep breath, steadying your heart before answering your new ruler.

“Of course my lady…it would be my honor.”

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The steam did nothing to help hide her body. However, you thought it might ruin your lute. You focused on the second thought to keep yourself calm.

“Little bard,” those sharp gray eyes held your own. You swallowed. “Come closer.”

Of course, you knew better than to refuse.

“Yes, Lady Medarda.”

The bathhouse was large. Larger than your own measly place back in your homeland. Your bare feet against the tile echoed mercilessly. The guards’ eyes on you were nauseating. The gaze of the servants attending to Ambessa even more so. You did not feel welcomed, and you knew why, glancing at your reflection through the pools of water you passed by.

The light silk of your new dress brushing against your skin was foreign to you. It fell at your thighs, black and lined with intricate red designs. With a necklace at your throat and bracelets jingling as you walked, you were dressed in Noxian colors like a doll, a possession…and it reminded you that your life was no longer your own. Am I no different than a maiden being married off between two kingdoms? You supposed you were not. From the look in her eyes, your warlord thought the same.

“Sit.” As you stood by the edge of the pool, Ambessa waded towards you, leaving nothing to be imagined. Your eyes shifted away to your precious lute, skin growing hotter than the humid air around you. Not trusting your own voice, you nodded, settling down cross legged before her. You did not know what to say, let alone what to do, but it seemed she didn’t mind your uncertainty.

“Do you know why I bargained for you?” You didn’t. Not really. You could guess, but it felt disrespectful to say your thoughts aloud. But to lie, you worried, would make the soft way she spoke to you harden. Anything but that. You chose to be honest with as little words as possible, voice quiet as you murmured.

“I do not, Lady.” May I ask? Sat on the tip of your tongue, but you held it back. Questioning her felt like you would be poking a bear. However, it seemed that was exactly what she wanted.

The sloshing sound of water made you sharply intake your breath. The humidity around you increased, and the warmth of her body alone was nearly suffocating. Instinctively, you shrunk within yourself, making room for large, soaking hands to be placed themselves on either side of your hips. Your grip on your lute was desperate, and your neck hurt from dipping down, staring at your lap to avoid peeking at the woman before you.

Her rolling chuckle at your actions had embarrassment painting over your cheeks. You shook, eyes widening when droplets fell, decorating the cheap wood of your instrument as Ambessa leaned forward to whisper in your ear.

“Do you not want to know?” How deep. You felt each syllable like a soft tremor over your entire body. You thought her voice held you in a vice grip, not allowing you to breathe. Her next words were tangible against your ears.

“Your value to me.” Did you? You feared she’d be too honest. Let you know that despite the glittering jewelry wrapped around you, you were still nothing but a toy. Hesitantly, you shook your head.

“I need not know, Lady. As long as I have value at all…I am grateful.” You spoke hoping you’d said the safest option. Her silence did not assure you of that. Instead, it made your body tremble more, waiting on every slow breath she took. In fact, everyone was waiting for Ambessa to speak, and like before, she took the attention with ease. Eventually, she lifted her hand to trace the edge of your bottom lip. The movement was so sudden it startled you into looking up, finally able to see her up close.

Oh. You wanted to trace the tips of your fingers across the creases of her face. Run them along the edge of her jaw. High cheekbones made her rich skin catch the lights of the room perfectly, complementing the scars on her face. You wondered who would dare attack her like that. Somehow, you knew whoever did hadn't lived to tell the tale. How then, would she tell them? The poet inside you was curious, more so than you thought would keep you safe.

“I have only brought you here for your voice. Nothing more. I do not enjoy forcing others to have sex with me. Besides…” you flushed at her blunt words, watching her shift away to move towards another servant. You held your breath as Ambessa caressed the crook of her servant's neck, and the servant melted under her touch. Ambessa smiled, speaking in a definitive tone to you.

“Why would I ever need to do that, when others are so willing?” Her words made your insides squirm. It was true, yet to hear it so confidently spoken aloud was maddening. Ambessa waved a hand in your direction, moving to focus all her attention on the flushed servant before her.

“Now go. Sleep. I will call for you when you are needed.” At her sudden and swift dismissal, you squeaked out a farewell, rising with a rush to speed walk out of the baths. Desperately you tried to calm yourself down, lute clutched to your chest. You left with the voice of the servant echoing in your ears, a sweet melody akin to your heart's.

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Your days in Noxus were better than you'd hoped. You were given your own guest room to sleep in, clothes, and a terrifyingly expensive lute. Despite its quality, you still preferred to practice on your own, merely becoming used to the newer one before never touching it again.

At first, you had been attended by many maids until you insisted you could dress yourself, much to their amusement. It seemed everyone in Noxus was more…open than you were, leading the maids of the palace to quickly fawn over your hesitant nature. You'd take this new development over their initial hostility any day, but still…the teasing was becoming hard to handle.

“Y/N, our warlord has taken great interest in you,” hands fixed the silver at your neck, moving to adjust the rest of your jewelry. “They say it is why she bargained for you. She fell in love with the beauty of your voice, and wanted it for her own.” The words made your chest flutter, but you shook your head immediately.

“Those are merely rumors, and I am only a bard. She has…attendants as well.” The single maid now assigned to you, Emily, laughed at your denial, eyes mischievous as she looked over your attire.

“I have never seen someone be appointed as a royal bard before, let alone dressed better than any woman our warlord has had relations with. Do you not know how expensive you've become?” Emily tapped the necklace tight on your throat. “This alone costs more than either of our lives combined.”

Her teasing words made you blush, and she only snickered harder, moving to fix up the very last of your attire. “Have you not been with a woman before–or, more importantly–have you never been with a Noxian before?”

You could not bring yourself to answer her straight forward questions, but Emily continued nonetheless, “I understand you are from a much more docile land…so I will let you in on a little secret.”

Emily stood up straight. She was taller than you, as many Noxians seemed to be, looking down at you with wicked eyes. “We Noxians are quite ravenous, but I have never heard of any as merciless as Lady Medarda."

She spoke like an adult talking of fabled ghosts and monsters to a child. Yet while you knew she was only joking, you trembled regardless. "They say she does not tire, and it is nearly impossible to satisfy her. She takes what she wants, and when she is done with her partners? They are bedridden for days."

Emily took a menacing step towards you, working hard to keep a straight face as you jolted in alarm. Emily reached up, fingers brushing against your pounding chest.

“You're so delicate Y/N. I fear you'll become but a tiny little morsel for her to completely gobble up, or worse…” Emily whispered, making sure to emphasize her words to scare you the most, “she might accidentally break you.”

“But,” the maid clapped, snickering as you jumped at the sound. “That is also simply a rumor, and you are much too easy to tease. I’m sure she will treat you like a precious flower." You could only silently stare back, and at your bright red, frightened face, Emily couldn’t help but finally burst out laughing, deciding she had toyed with you enough.

“Okay, okay–I jest Y/N, really. Though Lady Mederda definitely has interest in you, she is not some ravenous beast... at least, not like that. Honestly, is that what foreigners believe Noxians are like?” Well, we basically do.

You didn’t say that aloud of course, merely letting out a breath of relief. If Emily had been serious, you wouldn’t have known what to do. As she fixed your makeup, you shut your eyes, hopeful that you wouldn’t come across the warlord anytime soon.

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It was during the maids' lunch break that she appeared a few days later. In hindsight, you should have known your actions would have brought the unwanted attention.

You sang with an uplifting tune. The music at a steady, fast pace. A swift turn had your jewelry jingling, and a stomp as you emphasized beats shook the anklets at your feet. You moved to command the room, to lift the faces of tired maids and keep the others happy. You clapped to have your audience join in, shimmied to the sway of your own music, and overall? You had fun.

You had been given one task from Ambessa, delivered through a messenger. Observe my kingdom, and create songs for my people. Of course, you did as you were told, creating tunes and lyrics about various things that caught your eye in Noxus. To test them out, you performed for the lovely maids of the palace, which they greatly enjoyed during their breaks.

It felt like you were back to the simpler days before your fame, performing in everyday, run of the mill pubs and bars. To stand on the seats and belt out a whopping tune, and playfully tease a fawning maid by leaning over, singing softly just for her before abruptly turning away. To join in with others in terrible harmonies, to improvise solos with your lute…you hadn't felt this way in years. It was amazing, how being bargained for had resulted in this–

Your back hit a warm, hard wall you swore hadn't been there before. At the frozen faces before you, dread sank into the pit of your stomach. Oh no. The wall released a deep, droning hum above your head, and it took everything in you not to panic when Ambessa spoke.

"I see you’re already fitting in?" Was that a bad thing? You hoped not, gulping before turning around. You didn't dare look up, eyes trained on the boots before your own red, laced sandals.

"Lady Merada, it is an honor to see you again…” Your words trailed off, breath hitching in your throat. Ambessa’s hand came forward to gently cup your chin, making your skin warm. She could hold your entire face in the palm of her hand, though she did not guide it up to focus on her own. Rather, she simply held it, calloused fingers softly squeezing your rogue cheeks.

“I have not had time to call on you as I said. The maids say you are faring well, is that true?” Your small nod made her voice hint at a smile, “good. Though I must admit…seeing you dance and sing for the maids has made me a little jealous. Do I not deserve a show as well, my little siren?” Huh? You were in a bit of a daze when she called you her siren, but at the rest of her words you perked up in alarm, shaking your head aggressively.

“I–of course you do my Lady! My apologies, I did not–”

"My Lady Medarda, forgive me, but we must speak of our defense strategies!” The other voice had you looking up, and you gasped, realizing Ambessa wasn't alone. Other important figures in Noxus stood behind her, with warriors also there to guard them. They all looked back at you, observing the way Ambessa delicately handled her little bard, not even forcing you to look her in the eyes when you spoke. To you, she was just as gentle as usual, but to them?

Clearly, you had some kind of value to the warlord, and Ambessa’s reaction only made that theory worse. Her plush crimson lips twisted into a frown, and she sighed, eyebrows pinched together.

“However, I have that to deal with first, so any such shows would have to wait.” Ambessa’s thumb traced over your cheekbone. The touch made you shift from fretfully eyeing the intimidating people behind her to focusing on her own face, swallowing nervously. Your mind was becoming mush, and you blamed it on her intoxicating touch. It made you sputter out a suggestion with little thought.

“T-then I'll wait! Till tonight! As you are so busy. I can–I will perform any song for you tonight, when you are available…?” You hadn't realized the gravity of what you'd said until a fork loudly clattered, eyes shifting to the source to see Emily with wide eyes of disbelief on her face. However, that was all you saw before the soft grip on your chin suddenly grew firm, forcing you to look back up at Ambessa again. She stared at you for a moment longer, eyes searching for something. You did not know what she wanted, but whatever it was, she found it.

"...Then I will look forward to tonight, little bard." It was all she said before she straightened. You hadn’t realized she’d bent to meet your gaze, eyes widening as she towered over you again. She left with the static she'd brought into the room, and suddenly you could breathe again–only to have Emily rip all the air out of you as she swung you around to face her.

"Holy shit Y/N. Do you realize what you've gotten yourself into?"

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Admittedly, you had not.

You were dressed in shimmering black silk and perched atop her healthy thighs. The expensive lute in your hand strung away, and your voice, though wavering, softly carried throughout Ambessa's chambers. You had expected to put on a show like earlier that day, to dance and sing a merry tune. But this was far more…intimate.

You were much too aware of her hand on your lower back, rubbing slow circles into your skin. Too cautious of her heavy gaze, and where it landed–over your dancing fingers, downcast eyes and quivering lips. Perhaps this is what Emily meant. It felt as if she was eating you up with her gaze alone, and still, she was hungry. You could tell by the way her eyes darkened at your hesitant glances, and how they lingered over your bobbing throat. Surely, you would suffocate under this tension alone, letting out a breath when you sang your final note.

"Then, s-shall I sing another?" Ambessa raised an eyebrow.

"This is the fifth one, and it has hardly been a month since your stay began. How many songs have you composed already?" You embarrassedly wrung your hands together.

"I didn't know how many songs you'd require from me, and Noxus is…frankly, a beautiful land." You smiled softly.

"The people are like none other. Neither is the vegetation. The weather is unpredictable, and even in the air there is a sense of, I am. A resilience to simply be. I find it a grueling land of beauty. As a refined gem or diamond." You let out a tiny laugh, unsure if you'd made any sense to Ambessa. "…There so much to notice and make music about, I found myself making music about almost everything I saw–"

"Almost?" Her voice made you stop. You looked up into an amused, quizzical gaze. You sucked in a breath at your slip up, looking down at your lute.

"Oh, it's nothing. I only thought of…well, it's truly an odd thing to sing about–"

"Tell me Y/N. You know by now I will give you what you need…" Her scalding gaze made the words itch under your skin. "To sing, of course." Of course. Your cheeks grew a flame, and you chastened yourself for how your mind wandered.

"I do not mean to offend but, Lady Medarda…from the moment I saw you in the bathhouse, I wanted to know the story of your scars. There are so many, some I'm sure are more grand than others, some more intimate. To spin a song for them, I thought, would be…." A quick glance at her face made your heart skip a beat. The burning in her eyes had you looking away, voice tittering.

"...Nice." Her laugh was damning, as your heart became a flimsy drumming against your ribcage.

"Only nice?" The hand at your back shifted. She gripped your hips and brought you closer, eliciting a gasp from you. Ambessa's lips brushed against the curve of your ear, sending shivers coursing down your spine.

"Would you like me to show you, little siren? These scars of mine?" Her alluring voice in your ear was sweet. It commanded you to nod, biting your bottom lip as Ambessa hummed in approval.

"Then I shall."

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"Tell me then, what is it you see?" In all honesty? Despite being a master of words, you found nothing could describe what lay before you.

Amongst the furs of her bed, was Ambessa. Her right leg was prompted up, letting her elbow rest over her knees. The other was stretched out, leaving nothing unseen as you stood before her.

"...Excellence…" The word slipped out before you could stop it, mumbled just loud enough for her to hear. She raised an eyebrow, lips curling. She lifted her hand to beckon you closer. You let out a shaky breath, climbing onto the bed to crawl towards her.

"Go on." It was dangerous to do so. Yet you nodded anyway.

"I have not seen such jagged marks before, let alone so many on one body. They add to the splendor." Ambessa let out a small chuckle, watching you come closer.

"Splendor?" You nodded. You were still anxious, frightened of the warlord's piercing gaze on you. But you were also mesmerized by her muscles rippling as she laughed, making your skin tingle all over.

"Y-yes. I have never seen a person exude so much power before. M-may I write songs about you? Of how captivating your body is, and how…" You stopped just at the edge of her feet, breathless as you nervously spoke.

"…How one can become enchanted by you, Lady?" You were unaware of the effect your words had on Ambessa. Her rationality was coming undone from your awed stare and charming words. Ambessa wanted that tiny, tentative mouth against her own. She wanted to coax out sweet melodies from you, again and again, until she was satisfied.

So, the warlord thought to herself, she would simply do that.

Ambessa reached out to grip your wrist, pulling you flush against her. You could hardly let out a gasp before her lips captured your own. There was no sense of urgency in her touch, as she had no need to rush, but within her steadiness, you were drowning.

There was an overwhelming passion in her kiss, sapping all your strength from you. You melted against the teeth dragging across your bottom lip, offering you a single breath before Ambessa kissed you again. It was as if she was taking in your very essence, sucking the marrow of your bones and leaving you weak in her grasp. When her hands began to wander, slipping under your dress to fondle your breasts, you shuddered. Her touch was unforgiving, electric over your skin as she held you closer. Suddenly, her gruff voice was in your ear, cutting through the fog of your mind.

"Write as many as you please," her hand pressed against the peak of her breasts, and you let out a soft moan, "and I shall reward you for each one." Reward?

You jolted as her lips kissed the side of your neck, growing wet from her wandering touch. Oh. Your stomach twisted in delight, letting Ambessa ease the silk dress off your shoulders. Her mouth over your chest had you gasping, unable to stop squirming in pleasure. Truly, to indulge yourself with Ambessa's body was a reward. To have her strong hands hold you as she wanted, to feel your heat slick over the top of her thigh.

Your own hands tentatively moved to grope her shoulders and trace the scars on her arms. You adored the dips and curves of her biceps, murmuring through faulty breaths how beautiful they were. Your actions earned you a rugged laugh, and swiftly Ambessa pulled you up until your legs straddled her waist. Goodness. She leaned back herself, back flush against the sheets. You didn’t need any further instruction.

“That’s good, just like that…” You set to work, worshiping Ambessa’s body with praising kisses and adoring suckles, pleasuring your lady to the best of your abilities. Her shoulders, toned arms and plentiful breasts–you couldn’t get enough of her, and it showed. She chuckled at your fervent need to hear her moans, cooing over how hard you worked to please her. To look down and see your pretty, kiss-bruised lips against her chest, devotion brimming in your eyes…it made her burn with need.

“Lady, you are truly–ah!” Suddenly your back arched. You hadn’t been ready for her to drive two thick fingers into your dripping heat, smirking as you stretched around her. Before you knew it, your voice was a keening melody, hands shuddering over the hard muscle of her abs.

“L-Lady–” She moved effortlessly, leaving you a weak mess against her. Over and over, she thrust her fingers into your slick folds, humming in content as you jolted. Your body was reduced to helpless quivering, unable to focus on your original task. Her voice rumbled through you as she spoke, mockingly full of disappointment.

“My…I’ve hardly done anything, and you’re already like this?” How was this hardly a thing? She was drilling her fingers into you in just the right places, turning your brain to mush. They were slow, rough thrusts that filled you whole, ruining any chance of coherent thought. Still, you wanted to prove her teasing words wrong, pressing your lips to the skin under your cheek. You were sloppy in comparison to before, lips wet as you traced the shape of Ambessa’s abs.

“How adorable…” It was the only reward she gave before shoving her fingers in deeper, and you choked against her waist, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes. She’s playing with me. Ambessa wanted to see if you could handle her, and you wanted to show her you could, moving down until your head hovered above her own dewy folds.

You dipped down to taste her, flattening your tongue against her heat as you indulge yourself. Tentative laps grew more confident as Ambessa moaned above you, only faltering when her fingers hammered into your sweet spot. You groaned against her, feeling her twitch in response to the vibrations you released. Your fingers, known for delicately stringing along the notes of your lute, were forceful now–digging into the thick thighs around you to pull her closer. Your own strength was fruitless, but Ambessa obliged regardless, letting more and more of her weight press onto you–but still, it was not enough.

“My Lady, my Lady please.” You lift your face from its place between her thighs simply to beg, a string of her arousal still clinging to your lips. She knew what you wanted, eliciting a shuddering gasp from you as she removed her soaked fingers from your slick folds. With little hesitation she shoved her glistening fingers into your mouth, raising an eyebrow at your desperation.

“Needy girl, do you want me that badly?” You nodded around her fingers, sucking your own taste off of them. Her eyes darkened, voice husky as she removed them only to push you down. Again, you were faced with her dripping heat, heart skipping a bit in anticipation. The sight of her thighs on either side of you, with the outline of her body hovering above you, and blocking out the lights of the bedroom was enough to make you throb. She’s beautiful.

Ambessa started out slow, taking her time to rock against your mouth and fall into a rhythm. The pressure was intense, but nothing you weren’t determined to take, focused on wrapping your lips around her twitching bud. Eagerly you sucked, feeling her hips shudder and raspy voice praise you.

“That’s it, right there, perfect love…” It made your own wetness beg for relief, and you squirmed, clutching her thighs to let her know you could take it more. Your willingness to worship her was enough to send Ambessa over the edge, gripping a fistful of your hair to roughly jerk you harder against her pearl, grinding down at the same time.

You obediently licked and suckled her earnestly, growing more turned on as she forcefully used you. The pleasure mixed with the pain, butterflies beating around in your chest as her thighs squeezed down around your cheeks. The bed loudly creaked as Ambessa rode your face, somehow moaning even louder. You found it exquisite, to watch such a powerful woman turn breathless as she treated you as nothing more than a way to get off, back arching as she reached her peak. You didn’t stop until she rode out her euphoria, finally releasing you to breathe.

I…actually lived?

“Such a good girl…” You hardly were given a moment to rest before two fingers plunged knuckle deep into your dripping heat, swift, ruthless strokes sending your already sensitive body over the edge. “You’ve done so well, been so precious to me. How can I not reward you now?” She was relentless against your sweet spot, drilling into you over and over as you cried out. You twisted, hands gripping the sheets and toes curling as she easily brought you over the edge, cooing when you came for her.

Once you were cleaned up and could truly rest, Ambessa gathered you up in her arms, lips tickling your temple.

“…Might you sing for me again?” The drowsy voice was soft, almost as gentle as the half lidded gaze Ambessa fixed on you. They were filled with content, coaxing out a tiny smile of your own. You nodded, voice a delicate lullaby for your Lady. Ambessa met your compliance with tenderness, wrapping her strong arms around you in a warm embrace. She let out a deep hum, voice a mumble as she began to sleep. So what Emily spoke of really were rumors…partially. You couldn’t help but giggle at that, fingers brushing against her sleeping face as you whispered.

“Goodnight, My Lady.”

#ambessa x reader #arcane ambessa #ambessa medarda #arcane #arcane x reader #league of legends #arcane headcanon #lesbian

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A Devil's Heaven.

It's Sariel's birthday so of course I wrote something for him. This story is definitely NSFW minors do not interact! CW for sexual teasing/taunting as well as a tiny bit of begging and hand tying. Sariel is working late when he remembers a birthday from the more recent past. WC approx 2150

The palace devil was known for working long into the night and this night was no different. Sariel sat at his desk with a mug of ale going over petitions, reports and anything else urgent from the day. He set aside the document he was reading and took a sip of his ale then turned his attention to a portrait on the wall with a framed child's drawing hanging beside it.

Sariel chuckled to himself as he recalled when it was gifted to him. It was a few years ago now and, unknown to him at the time, had started a few weeks before his birthday.

***A few years ago in early January***

It started off much like any other morning, Sariel was delivering paperwork to his Majesty when suddenly he heard loud shouts coming from the direction of the kitchen. Sariel sighed and headed towards the source, when he arrived at the kitchen he found Prince Yves tangled up in some sort of net trap.

Sariel: So the hellcat is at it again, I really had hoped he would continue to behave slightly better.

Yves: Never mind about that right now just get me out of this thing!

Sariel grabbed a knife from the counter and proceeded to free Yves from his brothers’ trap. He watched as Yves brushed himself off and straightened his jacket.

Yves: I thought you had made it clear to him no more traps like this? What if it was one of the children that got caught in something like this!

Sariel: I have had several talks with him over the years and made it clear this type of entertainment, though always unacceptable, was even more so now. Perhaps a firmer lesson is needed though.

Yves visibly gulped at Sariel's twisted smile and the menacing gleam in his eyes.

Yves: Yes, well … I just realized I forgot a special ingredient and need to go back and get it.

Sariel watched as Yves left the kitchen, even now it seemed he could still inspire fear in Prince Yves and he shook his head with a fond smile on his face

.As it turned out, that was the beginning of two weeks filled with all sorts of mischief and shenanigans. He had numerous reports of people falling into pit traps, more net trap victims, mystery explosions and he even had to deal with an irate Prince Jin who had once again ended up in the pond. All this was caused by not only Prince Clavis but Clavis's son as well, the later of whom his own daughter decided to deal with. Sariel was kept so busy he barely had time for anything else but then out of nowhere the traps and mischief dropped to almost nothing and the relative peace of before settled on the palace once more just in time for Sariel's birthday.

Sariel spent the morning working and then the afternoon at a small celebration with his family and some of the princes and their families.

Emma: Happy Birthday Sariel! This is from me and the children.

Sariel raised his eyebrow at the large gift Emma held out to him. He untied the purple ribbon from around the cloth and opened it. He was speechless, inside was a portrait of Emma and their three children in the old church that held such special meaning to the both of them.

Emma: I hope you like it. I thought you could hang it in the office so that even when you're working late we're still with you in some way.

Sariel was momentarily at a loss for words so instead he lifted Emma's hand and planted a kiss to the back of it.

Sariel: Thank you Emma, all of you, I'll treasure it.

Sariel's children all came over to hug their father but he was taken aback to see Clavis's son waiting in line as well.

Sariel: Your Highness?

The boy held out a small gift to Sariel and he took it and cautiously unwrapped it. Inside was a drawing of who appeared to his daughter and Clavis's son. He had to admit the boy's artistic talent was better than his father's but that still didn't say much.

Clavis's son: It's a picture of me and Violet, after all I'm going to marry her one day and since I couldn't be in the family portrait yet I drew this one until I can be!

Sariel: Oh really now?

Clavis's Son: Yup she's utterly enchanted by me. I mean she's spent every day with me the last few weeks.

Violet: I just did that to keep an eye on you and make sure you didn't hurt anyone with your ridiculous traps.

Clavis's Son: Didn't you also say you had fun though?

Violet: I…that's not the point!

Jin: Ahh young love, isn't it wonderful to see.

Violet: I don't love him!

Clavis: Keep at it son and I'm sure you'll win her over in no time. After all, you're just as charming and gentlemanly as your dear old papa.

Sariel: Violet do remember what I have been teaching you all these years.

After the celebrations ended and Sariel was alone with Emma he decided to question her on a thought he had.

Sariel: Emma, might I ask just how you managed to pull off such a wonderful surprise without my knowledge?

Sariel lifted Emma's chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

Sariel: Well?

Emma: I may have asked Clavis to help me…

Sariel gave Emma one of his most frightening smiles.

Emma: I told him not to hurt anyone and not over do it. He just got a little carried away with it. Plus really this is your fault anyway.

Sariel: How exactly is this my fault?

Sariel watched in delight as Emma pouted and then huffed. She was playing right into his hands as always.

Emma: If you didn't always know everything then I wouldn't have needed to distract you to even have a chance at surprising you.

Sariel: I will accept that however; your actions still caused a great deal of trouble for me and I believe a punishment is in order.

Sariel watched as Emma's pout vanished and her eyes that now held faint hints of desire and anticipation studied him.

Emma: What kind of punishment?

Sariel planted a light kiss to Emma's lips as he reached into his pocket and retrieved the ribbon from early. He took her hands and gently but securely tied them together.

Emma: You planned this whole punishment earlier didn't you?

Sariel said nothing as he turned Emma so she faced away from him. He untied the laces on her dress and watched as it fell to the floor. He leaned into Emma's ear close enough to kiss it and he watched her eyes flutter close in anticipation but then he stopped. He moved his lips downwards along her neck but his lips never touched it and he heard Emma take a deep breath in.

Emma: Sariel, what are you doing?

He could hear the desire in her voice and it thrilled him.

Sariel: I am doing nothing.

Sariel could see the goosebumps forming on Emma's cool skin as his hot breath passed over it. He normally prefered to touch her but not tonight, not yet.

Emma: Is this part of my punishment as well?

Sariel: Very good, I intend to drive you just as mad as I was. I want your thoughts consumed with me and only me. I want you yearning for my touch until you beg.

Sariel removed Emma's undergarments then skimmed his fingertips slowly and lightly up her back, her body shivering in response.

Sariel: A small reward for guessing correctly, now stay exactly as you are.

He was still behind her and he let his breath wash over Emma's ear. Sariel waited a moment and then Emma took in a shallow breath and nodded.

Sariel: Have I ever told you how happy it makes me knowing that you enjoy pleasing me? When you look at me with desire? When you wrap your arms around my neck and kiss me passionately? When you remove my clothes for me?

Sariel's voice was deep and laced with lust as he continued to whisper in Emma's ear.

Sariel: The way your soft lips feel around my cock as you pleasure me? The way your tongue moves over it and licks it? The way your dainty hands grasp my thighs as your head moves up and down?

Sariel could see Emma's chest beginning to heave slightly with every breath she took and he blew over her ear before continuing.

Sariel: The way your legs wrap around my waist when I've sunk myself into you? The way you moan for me when you hit your peak? The way your walls tighten around me and take in everything I give you?

Sariel pulled back from Emma. He could see her eyes were closed and that she was beginning to grow restless. He removed his gloves and shirt, the sound overly loud in the otherwise quiet room and he saw Emma bounce on her heels at it. He moved back close to Emma, this time to her other ear.

Sariel: And because you always make me so happy that I love to make you happy in return in so many different ways. When I pull you into my embrace. When I kiss you lips, twining our tongues together. When I kiss your collarbone, your neck, your ear.

Sariel let his lips brush faintly against Emma's ear at that last part making her lick her lips and let out a soft moan.

Sariel: When I run my hands along your soft skin tracing the curves of your figure. When I cup your breasts with them while I suck and lick your firm nipples. When they slide down your stomach to your most tender spot and wet opening. When I slip my fingers inside that wetness.

Sariel smirked as Emma began to writhe and rub her legs together at his words, he knew she was becoming desperate and it wouldn't take much longer before she couldn't take it.

Sariel: When I remove my fingers and I kiss that tender spot. When I move my tongue up and down your wet slit and you buck up against my face. When I finally sink my cock deep inside you and you…

Emma: Sariel!

Sariel grinned to himself at how desperate she sounded but he made no reply and didn't move. It took only a moment before Emma was slowly turning her head to face him. He loved that wanton and needy look her in eyes, a look only ever for him.

Emma: Please Sariel, I need you. I'm begging you to take me, I'm begging you to let me feel you inside me, please.

Sariel: Very well, but only if you can figure out a way where my cock and your dripping wet pussy are the only things touching.

Sariel stepped back from Emma to remove the rest of his clothes while she looked down at her still tied together hands then over at the bed and then to him. He grinned as Emma walked over to the bed sitting down on the edge then positioning herself face down into the pillows with her ass in the air and legs spread wide.

Sariel: Well done Emma, perhaps another small reward is in order?

Sariel put his hands on her hips and then slowly dragged his tongue along her soaking wet slit and Emma moaned loudly followed quickly by a whimper when he removed his hands and tongue from her body.

Sariel: You followed my instructions to beg perfectly.

Sariel guided himself into Emma slowly. Her moans, the way she cried out his name and her pleas for more were music to his ears. It didn't take long for both of them to reach their peaks and collapse onto the bed completely spent, at which point Sariel turned to his side to face Emma and untied her wrists before she snuggled into his arms.

They laid there quietly in each other's arms for quite awhile. Sariel was absently stroking Emma's hair when he felt her shift suddenly and look up at him apologetically.

Emma: I really am so sorry for all the trouble that Clavis caused you. I didn't think he'd go back to being as bad as he used to.

Sariel: Well his improvement wasn't that great to begin with however; there's no need for you to apologize or feel guilty.

Emma: Because I've already been punished.

Sariel let out a laugh at Emma's words.

Sariel: There is that but more importantly…

Sariel drew Emma even closer to him still and kissed the top of her head.

Sariel: You have given this devil such a wonderful life over these years, it's like my own personal heaven that I can never begin to thank you enough for. So I suppose that I can accept a little mischief in it every once in a while.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince sariel #ikepri sariel #ikepri emma #sariel noir #ikepri clavis #ikemen prince clavis #clavis lelouch

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merigoldaround · 4 months

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I'll be taking a bit of a holiday break from tumblr until the end of the year. I know I haven't been as active here as I was in the beginning and you might not even notice I'm taking a break, but I just thought I'd say something anyway. I have a daily queue running, so you'll see some reblogs, and I might post something at the start of next week.

I hope whatever you're celebrating (or if you're not celebrating anything at all this time of year) that you'll have peaceful and restful time <3

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Your theories really give me hope (which I’m very afraid to receive). But if we imagine that everything is really like this and they are playing a show for us, wouldn’t it be too cruel for them? Being with someone else and playing love for a long time, do they still have time for each other in this whole show? Doesn't that defeat the purpose of it all? They could have just stayed together in secret if that's what they wanted. And also isn't it cruel to their partners? Okay, I can see how Travis benefits from this, but Gabbriette? She is the one who follows Matty, not the other way around, like Travis, why does she need this?

If this is really some kind of show, what is its purpose then? For now they're just satisfying the haters.

I'd really like to believe that Matty and Taylor have a future and that they'll find their way back in the end, but to me right now it seems like they've both just moved on (I'd love to be proven wrong!)

With full acknowledgment that this theory is a bit… bold, please remember the "never-ending commitment to the bit" aspect of kayfabe, because it is, perhaps, the most important.

Is it cruel for actors to kiss during a stage performance or while shooting a film? Everyone involved knows that it is a performance. It is a "massively collaborative theatrical universe", after all. That means that everyone involved has signed on to do this. No one is actually getting hurt by anything that is going on, and they all stand to greatly benefit if this theory is true and ends up being revealed. Being a part of a collaborative effort like this could catapult everyone's careers much more than a basic PR relationship would.

Yes, they have to spend time apart. But these are professional musicians who travel the world for work. They know the pain of having to be separated from loved ones. Maybe it's because I'm an elder millennial, but I don't think it's that hard to be physically separated from one's partner for a few weeks, especially not with current technology. There's a lot of very strange speculation I've seen online about how there's no way Matty could stay committed while on tour, as if Adam and George aren't also rockstars in a band with serious partners they're devoted to. Further, if this truly is kayfabe, then it has been planned for years in advance.

Yes, they would still have time for each other in this whole 'show'. Probably a lot of it. I suspect that not all photos or videos are posted exactly at the moment they are taken. They help move the narrative along or help place each person in time and space, regardless of whether they are actually physically there. If you're headed to NYC, it might be helpful to establish yourself in LA instead. If people will stalk you on social media anyway, then why not use it to your advantage? Social media isn't real life, not even for non-celebrities - it's all a carefully manicured version of one's life.

I don't agree that Matty and Taylor are merely satisfying their haters right now. I think they're satisfying a great many fans who are basking in the romance of it all - those sweet Instagram likes or matching letterman jackets.

So, what are they up to? What I can tell you is that their priority certainly isn't putting the few supporters they have out of their misery by just simply getting back together. And they would not participate in kayfabe for shits and giggles, either. I don't personally bother with the minutiae of their relationships or daily lives, and if it upsets you, you shouldn't either! I very much want Taylor and Matty to end up together (genuinely, anyone with hearing should root for this outcome). But if I'm dead wrong and it never happens again, then I understand exactly why. 'Peace' spells it all out. But why simply roll over and let the media dictate the narrative around your chosen partner when you're one of the most powerful women in the world?

The clues are all there to be discovered and they point to one common enemy who has tried to destroy their lives and relationships (no, it's not the fans). I don't want to have to spell every little thing out, though. Instead, I'll leave you with another fun quote from Brad Troemel:

"Because everyone thinks that screaming at their parasocial bestie is the most effective punishment for doing something they didn't like, it winds up drowning out any individual voice into one uniform wall of digital rage. Micro-celebrities' fear of experiencing this rage is what leads to audience capture, where 'besties' feel locked into permanently performing the version of themselves they understand their audience to always want them to be. The only way to avoid audience capture is for besties to periodically burn down their own platform to establish a new set of audience expectations."

…and Taylor promised that the Reputation vault would be "fire"

#answered #tatty #maylor #taylor x matty #theory: kayfabe #brad troemel

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12timetraveler · 1 year

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Do you?

Summary:

Valentines day has struck the Van der Linde gang. Reader hasn't worked up the courage to tell the man they love how the feel, so Valentine's day is a little lonely.

For @rdrevents Valentine's giveaway, I got to write for @cainbutnotabel

Also have this horribly cheesey little photo edit

I hope you enjoy! Happy Valentines day!

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Despite the crisp February weather, the gang were all in high spirits.

It was Valentine's day, and the young romantics of the gang were celebrating, even if they didn't have a special someone to celebrate with. They were all gathered around the fire, listening to Javier play. Karen sat in Sean's lap. Mary Beth,

Tilly and Jenny danced with anyone who would dance with them.

Jack was a particular favorite to dance with, the girls making sure the toddler was included in the fun. Until he went to bed, that is. For once, his parents weren't fighting. John had picked Abigail a small bouquet of wildflowers (and weeds, but it was the thought that counted) and the two were sassing each other in that flirtatious way they did in moments of peace.

Dutch and Molly sat in their tent, whispering and giggling to each other. They were probably the most sickly sweet couple of camp. Watching them flirt felt like spying through the keyhole in a hotel door.

Across camp the older and more cynical members sat, drinking beers and reminiscing about Valentine's days passed. Susan, Uncle, Pearson, Swanson, Strauss and Hosea. They told stories of lovers from bygone years, laughed at the romantics of the gang and the ones trying to be romantics for the sake of a quick romp (like Micah or the Callander boys). They placed bets on which pairs would eventually wander out to the treelines or ride into town.

Arthur had started the night with them, but to no-ones surprise he eventually wandered over to the other fire, letting the others pull him into the celebration. He tried to hide it, tried to keep that dark stoic exterior up. But you could tell he was enjoying himself. Though he danced with the girls, you could see him eyeing up Charles at every opportunity.

Where did you fall? Well, though you could be a bit of a romantic, you didn't have it in you to join the others around the main fire. You'd hovered for a bit before Hosea and Susan beckoned you over to join them around the table. You'd been given a seat, given a beer, and easily included in their conversation.

You were not old nor particularly cynical. It was just hard to celebrate a day about love when you yourself were feeling a particular sting of loneliness. You had quite the crush on a certain gang member. But you wouldn't dare tell him. You were certain there was no way he'd feel the same.

All week as the day approached you'd considered spilling your secret to Hosea. You knew he'd never be cruel, even if he rejected you. But you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. Not knowing if he felt the same about you seemed easier. At least you had a little hope mixed in, not knowing how he felt.

So you spent the evening with the elders.

"You been awfully quiet," Uncle's voice grabbed your attention, pulling you out of your thoughts. "Tell me, have you ever been in love?"

"In love... No. Not really. I've been sweet on people before but never in love. I've never gotten that far," You said, twirling the base of your bottle around on the table.

"Yeah yeah we all know you're sweet on Hosea," Uncle chuckled. You and Hosea both balked a little at that; you out of fear, Hosea out of disbelief.

"I highly doubt that," Hosea scoffed before you could say anything. "Why'd they waste their time pining after an old fool like me?" he chuckled, flashing you a crooked smile.

"You know, for a wise old man, you really are blind," Uncle laughed.

"He's right, Hosea," Susan piped up. "I've seen the way they look at you,"

"I have to agree," Strauss added plainly. "I've seen that look too,"

"Yeah. They look at you like Swanson looks at a bottle," Pearson teased.

"I rrrrrresent that," Swanson slurred. "But they do ssssseem t'look at you quite a lot,"

Oh God you wanted to die. You could feel your face heating up, could hear the amused giggling from the rest of the table, except for Hosea who seemed locked on you.

"Don't worry," Susan laughed, slapping your back. "He's been looking at you just as much,"

"That's true," Pearson chuckled. "I doubt he's read a single word of his morning newspaper since you joined the gang. He always gets distracted by you,"

Hosea's gaped, looking very much like that trout he brought into camp the other night. For a moment he looked like he was going to protest, to claim it wasn't true. But then he met your gaze, and his expression relaxed some as his hazel eyes met yours.

"...Do you?" You asked hesitantly, afraid this was all some cruel joke. Hosea gave you a gentle smile, leaving you warm and tingly feeling.

"Yes," he said, and all the air escaped from your lungs in one huff. "Yes, though these fools make me sound like some perverted old man stalking you. Which I am not. At least I hope I'm not," he gave you a crooked smile. "But I've... I've been sweet on you for a while now,"

You grinned widely at him. He looked so silly just now, a distinguished older man confessing his feelings like a young man would. It was something he shouldn't have to do at his age, but here he was all the same.

"And you?" He asked quietly. "Are they right about your feelings too?"

You sucked in a breath before nodding. "Yes. I'm..." You laughed. "Most days I feel like an absolute fool for you," your face was still hot with embarrassment, mostly that this was the way he found out, and the fact that you had an audience.

"I feel the same," Hosea chuckled. "I wanted to say something. Nearly did at least a hundred times. But I never thought... I never even dreamed that... That you could," you'd never seen the silver-tongued man so tongue tied before. It was adorable. And knowing it was all because of you made it that much sweeter.

"Neither could I," you admitted. You exchanged lopsided grins.

"Would you, em..." Hosea cleared his throat. Oh my god, was the older gentleman blushing? "Would you care to take a walk with me?" He asked. "I think we are long overdue for a talk,"

The others wolf whistled as you stood and walked beside Hosea pit of camp, away from prying ears. You knew what they thought this "talk" would be. But it was just that. The two of you weren't going to just jump in. You both wanted to know where exactly the other stood.

You did not spend Valentine's day in Hosea's bed. Nor up against a tree or on the forest floor or any of the other ways some of the others spent their nights. But in the weeks and months to come, oh you spent plenty of time making up for it.

#hosea mathews #hosea matthews/reader #RDRValentineExchange

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writingwhimsey · 2 years

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A Dance to Remember

Crack fic ahead! Ikesen warlords react to a belly dancer MC. Nothing too wild here, slightly suggestive content, but nothing more. If anyone likes, I may do some spinoffs of this with each warlord (almost like a collection event in the game). Anyways, I hope you enjoy the read and find this as fun to read as I did to write!

I couldn't believe it. It had finally happened. We had finally settled things with the Uesugi-Takeda-Ikko alliance. We'd also made peace with the Mouri and Kicho was locked up, where he wouldn't be able to disrupt our plans for uniting the country anymore. No disrupting the peace or causing the future I came from to cease to exist.

We were preparing to have a banquet to celebrate. All the members of each group's inner circle would be attending. Nobunaga had put me in charge of gathering entertainment for the evening. I wanted to do something special and seeing as how part of the reason the warlords had all even agreed to the peace between them, was for Sasuke and my health -Kicho's plans had nearly killed us both- I really wanted to do something special.

Thankfully Nobunaga had given me plenty of time to prepare. I had also gotten a little help from Yoshimoto and Keiji in recruiting musicians. I had been working with the musicians for the last two weeks on the music I wanted them to learn. Motonari being a pirate and merchant, I was able to get him to help me with some special fabrics and other items I needed to make my dance costume. I had also been rehearsing in my spare time. I was planning a very special performance.

It had been quite a long time since I'd put on a performance. I used to put them on all the time back in the modern day, making my own costumes as well. It was actually in making my costumes (and the costumes for the other girls in my group) that I discovered my love of sewing and fashion. It was funny that my two passions had managed to merge so well together.

I smiled as I finished putting the final pieces of my costume together. I couldn't wait to see the reactions of all of the guys. I doubted any of them had seen anything like what I had planned…well maybe Motonari had considering how much he had traveled. I could imagine some of their reactions and boy did that mental image make me laugh.

It took a few more days, but finally the day of the banquet arrived. I sat with everyone for a while, enjoying the food and conversation. The musicians were playing in the background. "So, lass what have you got planned for us?" Masamune asked.

"Yes, I am interested to see what you have in mind, Fireball." Nobunaga said, an amused smile on his face.

I grinned. "I take it you have all grown bored and wish for the real entertainment?" I replied.

"I just wanna know what I had ta get all that fancy fabric fer ya ta make." Motonari replied, a crooked grin on his face. "What yer wearin' ain't any of the fabric I got ya."

"I am always looking forward to what a beautiful goddess has up her sleeve." Shingen added.

"I'm really interested to see what you've got planned. I'm guessing you're going to be using something from our time." Sasuke spoke up.

"I'm really looking forward to what you do for entertainment in the future." Ranmaru agreed, an excited smile on his face.

I smiled. "Don't worry, I am certain you will all enjoy it." I replied. "Give me a moment while I go change."

I stood up and exited the room. I made my way to my room. I quickly changed and fixed up my hair and makeup. I gave myself a quick check in the mirror. It had been so long since I had worn my dance costume, but it felt so wonderful. I smirked at my reflection as I wrapped a robe over my costume to make my way from my room to the audience hall.

I stopped just outside the door. "Are you guys ready?" I called.

"Yeah, come on in, Princess!" Keiji called and I could picture the big goofy grin on his face.

I headed into the room, dropping my robe as soon as I was on the other side. I heard a few gasps and was quite certain some jaws were hitting the floor. What these boys did not know was that in the modern day, I wasn't just a fashion designer, but a belly dancer.

My costume showed off my midriff and an ample amount of my cleavage. It was made of the prettiest silks of red and gold, some sheer. I had a jingly golden belt at my hips. I had silk bands on my upper arms with sheer silk that hung down so that I could grip them and use them in my moves.

"That is an interesting costume, Fireball." Nobunaga declared a smirk on his face.

Masamune let out a whistle. "Now that's a costume."

"My, my little mouse." Mitsuhide said, that smile on his face.

"I'm not at all disappointed by what ya used this fabric for." Motonari said, a shark-like grin on his face.

There was something that sounded like a cat being strangled. Then Hideyoshi was speaking up. "What are you wearing? You…you need to cover up this instant."He said indignantly.

"Y-yeah…what Hideyoshi said! That's the kind of outfit you should save for your bedroom!" Yukimura shouted, cheeks pink.

"Are…are you a belly dancer?" Sasuke asked, eyes wide.

I nodded. "Yup." I then turned to the other guys. "And this is the traditional costume for that dance. Now, I can't go changing before putting on the show."

"I see nothing wrong with the goddess's outfit." Shingen said. "And I am quite curious as to this…belly dance."

"I think the costume is quite beautiful." Yoshimoto said. "And all dance is a form of art. And it should be appreciated."

"I'm excited to see this." Keiji remarked. "The princess has been holding out on us."

Kennyo coughed, but remained silent. His cheeks pink.

I looked towards the musicians and gave them their cue. The music began and I moved in time with the beat. My hips, my belly, my chest, my arms, all moved. I wore a smile on my face as I danced, my hips undulating. Spinning at times. Moving my arms gracefully, holding the silk that dangled from my arm bands and my belt jingling as I moved about.

The guys were all watching, entranced by my moves. The beat of the music picked up and I shimmied my hips faster, moving my arms up as I did so.

"I can't stand for this a moment longer!" Hideyoshi shouted before jumping to his feet. The next thing I knew he was removing his haori and wrapping it around me. The musicians stopped the music at a severe look from Hideyoshi.

"Boo!" Masamune shouted.

"Come on, Hideyoshi!" Keiji echoed.

"We were all very much enjoying the show the goddess was putting on." Shingen added.

"Pretty sure she was just gettin' to the best part." Motonari agreed. "This party was finally startin' to livin' up."

"Lord Kenshin even put down his sake." Sasuke spoke up. "Though it appears it was too much for Yukimura."

I then turned to see that Yukimura had passed out, his face beet red…and a tiny bit of blood trickling down his nose.

"Why did you stop such a beautiful dance, Lord Hideyoshi?" Mitsunari spoke up, though his cheeks were looking a bit pink.

"It is clear Hideyoshi just wishes to steal my lucky charm and keep her all to himself." Nobunaga spoke up.

"I…I would NEVER steal from you, my lord!" Hideyoshi protested. "I just…I can't stand having everyone look at her this way!"

"You do realize, I was having fun, don't you, Hideyoshi?" I asked looking up at him. "Back home, this was one of the things I did and I loved it."

"This is fascinating." Mitsuhide said, that ever-present cheshire grin on his face.

"If Hideyoshi ain't willin; to let you finish this performance, yer always welcome to come back with me to my ship. I'll happily let ya finish…put them hips ta somethin' even better." Motonari said, giving me a devilish grin.

I giggled and my cheeks reddened a bit at his suggestive tone. "Oh you…"

"Or perhaps you should come finish this performance for me in the tenshu." Nobunaga suggested.

"I believe you should return with me to my room, where I can worship you for such a performance." Shingen said, giving me a wink.

"You're always welcome in my manner, kitten." Masamune said, grinning. "You can perform for me any time."

"You're welcome to come back with me, Princess. You can teach me those moves and I can teach you some of my own." Keiji said, his tone VERY suggestive.

"Your costume and your dance are true works of art, princess. I would be more than happy to appreciate them in my private chambers." Yoshimoto spoke up.

"You're looking so cute!" Ranmaru declared. "I bet you'd look even cuter if you were dancing just for me! What do you say you come with me back to my room?"

I hadn't expected that out of Ranmaru. My cheeks flushed.

Kennyo was sitting beside him. "You…you shouldn't say something like that, Ranmaru. Though if the princess requires some respite from all of this, she is welcome to…to come rest at my side." He said all of this not able to look directly at me and his cheeks blushing.

"I'd be happy to see the end of this performance in my manor little mouse." Mitsuhide told me.

"You're fools, all of you." Kenshin declared, his gaze deadly as he looked around the room. "She will be coming with me and ONLY I will ever get to enjoy such a performance again." He was then standing and drawing his sword.

"She isn't going with any of you!" Hideyoshi declared, pushing me protectively behind him, as he drew his own sword.

I sighed. "PUT YOUR SWORDS AWAY!" I scolded them.

"This is a fight ya could easily settle, m'lady." Motonari said, grinning at me.

"Yes, you can easily settle this, Fireball." Nobunaga agreed. "I believe they are right." Sasuke spoke up. "The choice is yours."

"Who will you allow to worship you tonight, my goddess?" Shingen asked, his voice pure seduction.

I looked around the room at all of them. I did care for all of them and loved them all in my own way. But there was only one man that held my heart. "That's any easy choice. Of course I will be going home with my love…"

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saintsir4n · 8 months

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WARNINGS: VIOLENCE, BLOOD AND HEARTBREAK

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1914

"HAVE you written in that diary of yours?" Enzo asked.

Eden nodded, "'Course, can't go a day without it. Helps clear my mind."

Looping arms with her, he teased, "Loverboy upsettin' you again? Feelings mutual, that puttana gets on my tits," he continued despite her strained expression, "You heard 'bout a robbery a couple of weeks ago near Digbeth, Stevie's market stall was trashed."

"What?!" She turned to him in shock, stopping their movements m.

Enzo sent her a wry look, "Edie I love you, but you knew 'bout did it didn't you?"

She continued to shake her head, "I didn't know what happened."

Craning his neck to the side, Enzo took in her shocked expression and concluded that she was telling the truth. It wasn't like Eden would lie to him, he trusted her with his life, he really did, but he just didn't trust the company she kept and was very vocal about that.

Returning from a poor man's peace, he tried to keep his opinions to himself...tried. They instead talked about the plot of land she and her family owned in Jamaica that her mother had only recently inherited after her father passed. Portmore, it was beautiful and Eden hoped to visit soon because England was far too dull for her. Enzo said the same about Italy and even believed his true calling was leaving with his oldest brother and joining the rest of the family in New York.

Ah, their dreams kept them up at night.

"Now you do," he murmured.

"I'm sorry, is Stevie alright?" Eden felt extremely concerned about the man who always showed her kindness, even when it was least expected.

He slowly nodded, "He's making do, only a matter of time before there's a retaliation."

"Fuck," she breathed out, picturing the events that would play out if they didn't come to some sort of truce.

She felt even worse knowing that Tommy started it all because he discovered that Luca injured her, unintentionally but what did that matter?

Enzo's lips twitched, "Alls fair in love and war."

"Well, that's utter bullocks."

"Tell that to your diary."

"Fuck off," she playfully pinched him, just as he looped their arms again.

"Let me walk you home, tell you 'bout why you might not want to come down to little Italy any time soon," he advised, cautious of her safety and how his older brother would react to it, he said the same to Dorris.

"I'll come and visit you," she promised despite his precautions.

"Even bump into Mrs Granberry while you're at it."

Feigning offence, she gasped, "Never wish that on me. Take it back."

From the distance, an angry Tommy stumbled through the streets, after leaving the Garrison with many pints of beer and a few whiskeys in his system.

One week had passed since he'd seen or heard from Eden. Isaiah and Finn's birthdays came and went, and like twins, they shared the day. The junior bandits of the lane were six now and despite the celebration and the occasion Eden didn't speak to him.

Seven days of radio silence from the woman that took over his mind and stole his heart. Get lost, and she did. He wanted to go to her house but didn't want to risk running into her parents. He wanted to visit her job but it was too soon to be near any sick people. He knew if he asked Dorris to help him, she would just tell him to fuck off and Enzo wasn't a fucking option.

So as he stumbled down the lane, he tried focusing his eyes on anything, something that would calm him and settle the fury.

And that's when he saw Eden Dawkins, in all her glory, giggling away, looking happy and healthy... but why?

He froze in his uneven stride when she saw the arms wrapped around her waist, tugging her body closer to the body of the man they belonged to.

Lorenzo fucking Changretta.

Nothing or no one could hold him back, he wasn't wearing rose-tinted glasses, but all he saw was red.

So he ran, despite his state, with one thing on his mind.

Eden's scream seemed to echo through the streets.

Enzo had been torn away from her and slammed on the ground, feeling nothing but sharp fists pound into his face, unrelenting and unforgiving.

Eden's gutwrenching screams just added to the noise that was in Tommy's chaotic mind.

With the blood spurting from Enzo's mouth and the bruises forming on his skin, the drunk Shelby didn't stop.

People peered out their windows to see the commotion, but quickly they drew their curtains fearing repercussions.

"Tommy stop it please!" she screamed, feet clattering over to the pair, but the footsteps approaching made her stop, "Arthur!" she yelled, thinking he would aid in rescuing her friend, but that wasn't the case. The oldest Shelby pulled her back, "Let me go! Enzo I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. Tommy got off of him!"

She writhed in Arthurs's hold, cursing at the wind, yelling at her boyfriend and praying that it would all come to an end.

"Tommy!" She heard Arthur's voice, it didn't sound nearly as discouraging as she needed it to.

"Why are you doing this?!" Eden finally caught the drunken Shelby's attention, he kept his hands on Enzo's capels as he halted his carnage.

"What was he doing with his hands all over you?" he demanded, tone thick with whiskey and rage.

"Talkin', just talkin' you idiot!" she cried, keep trying to pull away from Arthur.

"That's not what it looked like!"

"But it's what it was!"

He ignored her cries and turned to his brother, who wasn't as intoxicated but recognised his wild side taking over his younger brother, the blood staining his fists as the Changretta painfully sturred on the ground, calling out for help.

But help could not come.

Seeing the look in his eyes and him reaching for his cap, Eden thought fast, trying to not let her emotions take over but it was too late for that.

The alcohol in Arthur's system allowed her to strike his gut with her elbow, resulting in him staggering back and letting her go.

Both Shelby's blue eyes doubled in size and mouths let in a harsh breath as she retrieved the knife tucked underneath her skirt and directed it at Tommy.

The wind blew over the tense silence.

Tears streamed down her face, but her hold remained stern.

"Eden put the knife away, you're gonna hurt yourself, love," Arthur voiced, the sight sobered him up in an instant. If only John wasn't at the betting shop or at odds with Tommy, he would be here to help, no doubt he was making his way, "Put it down."

Eden looked terrifyingly beautiful even when holding a weapon, her hand wasn't trembling and that's what scared Tommy.

She was sure of her decision, despite the emotions coating her face, the anger and pain swimming in her brown pools, she was sure.

"You would use that on me for 'im?!" Tommy spat, glaring down at the groaning man who was in a pool of blood, "You would go against me... for 'im?"

Her emotions are running wild, far wilder than mine, his thoughts blared.

Blood thumped in her ears as she came stalked towards him, wanting him to back away from Enzo, her best friend who hadn't done a thing to him – not directly – Enzo was like her brother and had been there for her through her highs and lows, the man that encouraged her career as a nurse even when she was unsure and when she thought about writing, he made sure to get her a diary every Christmas.

Tommy's anger didn't subside, but his darkened eyes grew slightly lighter as if the guilt of upsetting her was flooding through, he drove her to this. Emotions clouded her judgment yet he was the one to drive her to this.

"You've gone too far Tom," she choked out, watching Tommy slowly stand up and come closer.

"You crossed the line, Eden."

"You crossed it first, you were hurtin' 'im, why Tom, why were you hurtin' 'im? He ain't done a thing to you, not a thing, and you keep attackin' 'im. You realise by hurtin' 'im you're hurtin' me, or don't you care?—"

"Get outta the way, Eden!"

She shook her head and from the corner of her eye, she could see John run over, stunned by what was happening and coming to stand by his oldest brother who also reached out for her.

The cheeky Shelby man never thought a day would come when Tommy was rendered defenceless by a local nurse whom he called his friend.

"Edie... put it down," John tried.

Eden stared ahead at Tommy, "You don't care, do ya? He's my friend, no fuck that, he's my brother, I love 'im, and I love you but... if you come near 'im again, I'll use this," she held up the knife as her voice cracked, "I'll use it against ya, don't make me, please don't make me."

"Put it down Edie girl." John kept trying, before turning to his brother, "Arthur!"

"John, shut up," Eden yelled as her grip slowly weakened.

"All for him?" Tommy nodded to the groaning man in disgust.

Eden's lip quivered, "You hurt me."

"It was for you," Tommy whispered, "All this was for you,"

"Put it down, love," Arthur said quietly, they all watched as she lowered the knife.

Letting out a sharp breath, John silently cheered but Tommy remained stagnant.

"There you go," Arthur went to reach for the weapon but instead she tucked it away once again.

Eden ignored the silent pleas emitting from Tommy's eyes and brushed passed him, rushing to her best friend.

There was a mean gash below his now bruised eyes, that fluttered open and shut. His lip was busted open, which slurred his speech. Blood was like a second layer of skin that stained his flesh.

She could hardly recognise him.

"Oh Enzo," she let out a soft cry.

"Just leave him—" John received a glare as she helped up her injured friend, who could barely see, let alone stand.

But the adrenaline coursing through her veins allowed her to do the heavy lifting.

"I'm so sorry," she continued whispering to the delirious man.

"J-just get me home," he groaned, spitting out more blood at the Shelby's feet.

"I'm sorry," she repeated, struggling in her stride.

The three Shelby brothers watched on, one in despair, one in bemusement and the other in heartbreak. But they all wanted to scream, you do not fuck with the peaky fuckin' blinders...but Eden Dawkins sure as hell did.

Still yearning for the light in her eyes, Tommy stepped forward, "Eden lets go. Leave 'im."

He didn't think she would stop, but when she did she let out a laugh, a laugh of disbelief that contained little to no humour.

"You ignored me when I looked after you and you think your claim over me is still strong? The cheek of you."

And just like that, she set him off all over again.

Tommy jabbed his finger at the Changretta, "The cheek of 'im."

"Oh fuck off Thomas. It's done — better yet," Eden reached for the necklace around her neck, earning shocked expressions from both Arthur and John, all while Tommy's face fell. She chucked it at the cheeky Shelby, knowing her... ex-boyfriend wouldn't take it, "don't talk to me again."

Snatching out of his brother's hands, he stalked after the struggling pair, with purpose and pride.

"Put it back on now. Eden! Get back here now and put it on!" He yelled, but she didn't stop walking, even if her feet hurt, she needed to help her best friend, even if he wouldn't have any memory of it.

"Don't speak to me like that! You can keep your fuckin' necklace! Stay away from me!”

"Put it back on!" His hoarse voice caused her to blink away more of her tears. She promised she wouldn't take it off, "You promised Eden!"

If John placed a bet on if his brother would ever get his heart broken, he would've bet against it but now, after seeing the torn and broken look on Tommy's face, he would be beaten. Both he and Arthur thought it was unnerving to see as were the tears trickling down their brother's perfectly shaped cheeks.

Tommy always thought he and Eden were made for each other, though, that didn't mean they were made to last did it?

She had always been daring and prideful, and that her rage would only need to be set off by a single match.

....And Tommy just realized that he'd finally started the fire.

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a/n:

this is the end of the first act of until we meet again. how are we feeling? i mean our girl is calling him thomas not tommy so...

eden finally pulled out that knife and although she didn't put it to use (not really) she took a stand, by defending and protecting someone she loved against...someone she loved.

considering that tommy directly went to enzo (out of jealousy, resentment and more) instead of being sly about his attacks due to his drunkenness/ grieving, he's fucked up, on the biggest scale. eden went as far to give back his mothers necklace, is there any coming back from that?

also i took a lot of inspiration from an old film cillian was in called "disco pigs" it's on youtube and it's amazing but also very unnerving.

#wattpad #fanfic #black girl #black reader #tommy and eden #tommyshelby and edendawkins #tommy shelby x oc #Tommyshelbyxblackreader #tommy shelby x black reader #edendawkins #eden dawkins #peakyblinders fic

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moonlight-melts · 1 year

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I want to believe you're special

IT'S MY LITTLE BROTHER'S BIRTHDAY!!! Happy birthday Kantaro I hope you had a good day <33

I call him baby bear, it's just a nickname I give him! His character has a lot of bear imagery, so...

I don't think there are any warnings to issue here except maybe a bit of anxiety and self-deprecation at the beginning because uuuh Kantaro.

Can you tell I suck at giving gifts? Because I really do.

Title comes from Swap Out by Police Piccadilly!

PLEASE REBLOG MY WRITING.

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Kantaro ends his birthday live with a last peace sign, and lets out a relieved sigh when the little red dot indicating he was live disappears. The views count was low, barely hitting five hundred, and Kantaro can't help but wonder how worthless is existence is if people won't even be there for his birthday -that was his special day, for fuck's sake! Why couldn't they all celebrate with him?

On top of that, Esther said he'd come to celebrate today, and he was well past an hour late. Defeated, Kantaro slumps in his chair. Esther probably forgot, why would he care? Kantaro isn't all that important and the eldest has other things to do in his life that are probably much, much higher priorities than a failure of an idol like he is, right? That must be it, there's no other explanation, and...

A loud slam of the front door interrupts his train of thought, and only a few seconds pass before Esther barges into the room and literally throws himself at Kantaro, who's so taken aback he's completely frozen. When Esther pulls back, the other members of VISTY appear at the door, intrigued by the noise.

-I am so late! He says. I was indecisive and I ended up missing the train, so I told myself I'd go by bus but then I missed the stop so I had to come by foot, but I kinda got lost... I'm so sorry!

-So you didn't forget...?

The look in Kantaro's eyes and the tone of his voice are close to break Esther's heart.

-Forget? Gods, no, how could I? I'm sorry if I made you feel that way.

-No, no, it's... It's just...

He can't finish his sentence before he's engulfed in another hug.

-I'm sorry for being so late, I really should've at least send a text. Happy birthday, Kantaro.

Kantaro nuzzles his face in Esther's shoulder before pushing him back a bit. The eldest rummages through the bag he took with him and starts to explain:

-So, aside from my little orientation problem, I have other reasons for being late.

-You should really be careful, though. Toma chimes in as he sits down next to them, a slight smile on his face. You'll end up getting seriously lost one day.

-I know... Sorry for worrying you. Anyway, I made this... And got you this!

He takes out two boxes, a tupperware and a neatly wrapped present box. He points the former.

-That's the honey cake I made once, and... Listen I know you guys are idols and all but I remember you liked it so I made it again and I think it's better than last time and I just... Wanted a little something so we can all celebrate together.

-No, that's a great idea! Shogo ruffles Esther's hair in a way that makes both of them giggle. It's not like a tiny infringement of our diet will change anything.

Everyone choses to ignore the implication of the last few words as Aoi goes to fetch plates and a knife. When they come back, a light smile decorates their lips. Kantaro ended his live about ten minutes ago, and didn't touch his phone once to start ego-surfing. Esther tends to be a bit overbearing, but Aoi is endlessly thankful for it sometimes. This is one of these times. As they cut the cake, they notice Kantaro's phone is laying the farthest away from him it's been in weeks.

Kantaro himself is staring at the present and is practically vibrating from curiosity, and Esther struggles to hide his amusement. He playfully rolls his eyes when Toma nudges him with his elbow.

-Okay, okay. He laughs. Well, I hope you'll like it.

Kantaro doesn't wait before tearing open the wrapping and opening the box. Inside lies a beige hoodie made of soft, fluffy fur. When he takes it out to look at it, he notices the little ears sewn to the hood. It's oversized and, when he takes off the sweatshirt he's wearing to try on the new one, it swallows him whole like a warm hug.

Seemingly satisfied, Esther nods to himself.

-You're so cute! He ends up saying. I hoped it'd fit you, you look great.

-Thank you, Es... I love it so much!

The smile he makes is less controlled than the ones he makes on camera. It's more toothy, uneven in a sense, and there's a fondness in everyone's eyes as they watch him nuzzle his nose in the fabric.

Esther smiles, grabs Kantaro's face and smack a light kiss on his forehead before pulling him close to his chest.

-Happy birthday, baby bear. I love you.

-Mmh. I love you too.

And soon, as Aoi, Shogo and Toma join in, the whole group becomes a tangled mess of arms and legs, squeezing a giggly Kantaro in a giant... Bear hug!

#i know you can reach the stars ✨#blueberry writes 🖋️

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cheolhub · 1 month

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update 2: friend group shrunk by one and it wasn't me that was unfriended by everyone girly got what she deserved for making a gc and trying to talk shit ab me thinking all of my friends are a shitty person like her lol

I never once came at her in a disrespectful manner and if anything I was wayy too nice about the whole situation. I never even talked bad about her to any of my friends because I was trying to keep the peace but everyone has their breaking points.

I'm glad we don't have to go through any weird interactions now trust me I think that's what I was dreading most about this but she did everyone a favor by trying to be a sneaky bitch.. she got her karma real quick

anyways I hope you're doing well & that you have a good day tmrw sar!! <3

ALSO YOU'RE GOING TO SEE ENHYPEN?! you're so lucky I wish I could go to the one here in Anaheim but my uni schedule is so packed this semester I wish it was on a weekend bc then I would be able to go but oh well :/

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OH MY GOD????? I WAS GOING TO REPLY TO YOUR OTHER ASK SAYING BLOCK HER BUT I DIDNT WANT TO COME OFF TOO HARSH 😭😭😭 nonnie, im so happy they all saw what kind of person she was and im glad you (hopefully) never have to interact with her

honestly, kudos to you because my anxiety would’ve made me suffer in silence. im proud of u for standing up for yourself and talking to her hurrah!!!!!! she got what she deserved fr 😁

YESSSSS, im flying to seattle and seeing them on the 28th and bc my birthday is the 30th, im spending a few more days there to celebrate 🥹🥹 im súper excited bc i wanted to see them here back in October but the tix were SOOOOO expensive for nosebleeds and they arent my ults so i wasnt willing to spend that much (i say this as im planning a whole trip to an expensive ass city like seattle TO see them 😭 but the concert tix were actually so cheap so its fine)

I HOPE SOMEHOW UR WEEK ISNT TOO BUSY SO U CAN BUY SOME LAST MINUTE TIX. if not, dont worry. i will send you vids. whos ur bias so i know who to get a fancam of

and i hope you have a great day too bff 🩷 thank you for sending me updates and im really happy it all worked out <3333

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hanqu0kka · 2 years

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Can I Draw You?

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x F!reader

Genre: Fluff, drabble

Summary: Hyunjin just wishes to have enough courage to ask you to be his model.

Warning: None

Words: 700+

Author's Note: Hey guys!! That’s my first stray kids’ fic, so I’m a little nervous haha. English is not my first language so I’m sorry for any grammar error. I hope you enjoy this little drabble. Let me know what you think!

"Baby... can I draw you?" Hyunjin's said in a whisper. His voice was so quiet that if it wasn't for the comfortable silence in the room you wouldn't have heard him.

Autumn had finally arrived, bringing with it the frigid winds of November, requiring that the thin clothes were traded for warm sweaters and fluffy socks.

Your boyfriend, Hyunjin, after exhausting weeks of promoting his new comeback, had finally got a deserved break. To celebrate, you had decided to spend the day walking along Han River, enjoying the fresh air and the freedom that only the calm waters and the sun could bring.

However, all your plans have gone to waste, since the cold outside was so intense that seemed to threaten to turn anyone who dared to go outside into an ice cube.

So you had no choice but to stay in the dorm, wrapped in dozens of blankets on Hyunjin's bed. Your head rested on Hyunjin's chest as he absently played with your hair, tangling it gently between his thin fingers.

Everything was so comfortable and peaceful, just the two of you enjoying each other's presence, that you couldn't help but feel sleepy. Yet, as soon as you heard the insecurity in Hyunjin's voice, all sleepiness dissolves like magic.

You raised your head and stared into his eyes, but he quickly looked away, focusing instead on your hands hooked on top of the covers. A faint smile painted your lips when you saw the light blush on his cheeks.

"What did you say?" You whispered, afraid that speaking too loudly would dissolve this precious moment between both of you.

“I-I…hum…never mind, it was nothing.” It didn't take long for you to notice the sweat forming on his palms in contact with yours, a visible sign of how nervous he was.

“Hey love, it's okay, it's just me. You know you can tell me anything.” You lifted your hand and hold his face, stroking his cheek gently. Hyunjin instinctively leaned towards you, closing his eyes and letting out a deep breath. Your hand was enveloped again by his, which he brought to his lips and placed a delicate kiss.

When he finally talked again, there's a certain fragility in his voice that made your heart clench in your chest.

“I asked if I can draw you. I've been wanting to do this for quite a while, but I don't want to make you uncomfortable. If you don't want to do this, it's fine, seriously, I'll understand. My drawings aren't that good yet, there's a lot I need to improve on, but I thought it would be a good idea since you always inspire me. I don't know if I'll be able to capture all of your beauty, but I…”

Without thinking, you press your lips against his in a sweet kiss. Even surprised, Hyunjin quickly returned the kiss with the same intensity, molding his soft lips on yours.

“Your drawings are amazing, idiot. Never say that again.”

"You're so delicate." He rolled his eyes, making a dramatic face.

"But, seriously, I'll never get tired of telling you how talented you are. Your art gets better and better with each draw and paint. You're so hardworking, so dedicated, so wonderful, so perfect..." With each compliment, you made a point of kissing a part of his face: his cheeks, forehead, nose…

"Baaaby, you're making me embarrassed." You proudly watched the blush on his cheeks grow stronger and stronger.

"By the way, I accept."

"What? D-do you really want to be my model?” he asked, staring at you in surprise.

“Sure. It'll be an honor to be drawn by someone as talented as you.” Hyunjin smiled shyly, burying his face in your neck. You laugh out loud at how cute he was.

“I promise I'll do my best, love. You won't regret it. I love you, y/n. So so so much"

"I love you too, Hyunjin."

Later, when he starts to draw you, you're the one trying to contain your blushing. He was staring at you with so much love and affection as if you were the most precious person in the whole world. At that time, you realized for the thousandth time how lucky you were to have someone like Hyunjin in your life.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin x reader #stray kids au #stray kids x reader #skz imagine #hwang hyunjin imagine #hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin drabbles #hyunjin fluff

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mxpseudonym · 2 years

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If you're both doing it, I suppose I have to as well

Pairing: Tommy x Lizzie x OC (or slightly characterized reader)

Reader Gender Expression: she/her pronouns, femme

Summary: Lizzie and Tommy’s partner takes her birthday very seriously. It’s only right that they spoil her to high heaven to show their love.

Length: 1049

Warnings: None!

Anon Request: I don't know if you're still looking for ideas, but I just had one of a poly relationship between the reader and Lizzie and Tommy and just getting spoiled by them (because why not). But also if you don't like the idea, then forget I said anything. Don't even have to respond hahaha 😅

A/N: I’ve actually always loved this idea, it just took me a long while to get to it! Anon, if you’re still around I hope you enjoy!

Rain splattered against the tall windows of Tommy Shelby's home office. A soft fire crackled on the far wall, and the tea Frances left was still sweet and steaming next to the fresh-made biscuits. All in all, it was a Thursday as quiet and peaceful as life as a Shelby would allow.

Almost.

"Are you excited?" Ellen asked while leaning over Tommy's desk far enough to force him out of concentration and into a conversation about the day she considered a holiday. Tommy sighed.

Yes, any other week, this would be a peaceful Thursday, but this week was Ellen's birthday.

Tommy pushed the glasses she'd picked out for him up his nose and placed a hand on his chin. Leaning back in his chair, he decided to use the method of tuckering herself out to handle his hyperactive Ellen.

"I am." Tommy nodded, and not just for the sake of appeasing. Ellen took birthdays so seriously that over the years, he went from tossing money her way to having a family meeting weeks in advance to make elaborate plans. Tommy suspected that he'd start giving her the whole month to celebrate by next year though he'd never admit it. He was a man of few words, though he supposed he was lucky that his few words made Ellen preen.

"Does that mean you have something particularly exciting planned?"

"Is that what I said?" He asked in curiosity as if it was news to him. She pouted slightly and stuck out her tongue. Tommy chuckled and leaned forward, meeting her halfway on the desk so he could cup her jaw and run a finger over her protruding bottom lip.

"Aren't you almost 33? Too old to be acting like this."

"If that's the case, I don't want to get any older. I'd like to stay like this."

Wouldn't they all? Who didn't want to have the opportunity to be forever young? Though something told him Ellen would have the spirit of youth about her regardless of her age. She was a lot like John in many ways. Maybe that's why they got along best. Tommy kissed her then pinched her cheek, earning more grumbling.

"That hurts."

"We do have something planned. Be ready to leave later this evening."

"Really?" Her face beamed, and she made no attempts to hide her excitement.

"Giving up details already, Tommy?" Lizzie hummed, walking through the door as elegant as ever. Tommy had to admit that Ellen's unwavering support around Lizzie feeling like a woman of society made the already beautiful woman into a striking goddess everywhere she went. Tall, slick black bob hitting her angular face just right, and devastatingly big-hearted. Lizzie's long legs carried her across the room in no time to deliver a kiss to both Ellen and her loose-lipped husband.

"You're going soft, Tommy," Lizzie tsked.

"Don't discourage him. He's hardly said a thing," Ellen said with a pout, making Lizzie laugh.

"Aren't you a bit too old to use that trick?" Lizzie sat against an armchair. Though she said it, her heart melted at how adorable her woman could be, only to intensify the warmth when Ellen feistily declared she was never getting older.

"Well, I'm already older than you, so I'll have to stop immediately if you stop aging. How 'bout it, Tommy?" Lizzie turned to her husband, who'd habitually gone back to work when attention was off him.

"If you're both doing it, I suppose I have to as well."

"Alright, it's settled. no more aging."

"Stop teasing," Ellen whined.

"Shall we cancel the birthdays to avoid temptation?" Lizzie asked, tapping her thumbs in wonder. "I know there's a yacht and everything, but I think we still have time if we call now."

"Quit messin'!" Ellen flared and then walked towards the door. "I'll be ready this evening."

"She's relapsing," Lizzie observed.

"Tomorrow, I will be 33. We will be dressed nicely on a yacht, which sounds very nice. And there will be a champagne tower...if I'm able to make such a request on such short notice!" Ellen's firm tone betrayed her actual words, but it was all quite effective.

"And she's back in. So hard to quit a bad habit, especially cold turkey." Tommy shook his head and gave Lizzie a look of pity while Ellen was seconds away from stomping her foot.

"Rude!"

Ellen turned dramatically and stalked off, though the giggles of excitement that followed let them know her mood wasn't spoiled from the teasing. Lizzie sighed and slid down fully into the armchair.

"Can you believe this is the fourth birthday of hers we're spending together?"

"No matter how much we declare it, we can't actually stop time, can we?" Tommy spun his pen between his fingers.

"Not at all. But I don't think I'd want to. Elle makes me want to stay like this forever but also experience our lives as we age."

"Who's soft now?"

"Oh, shut it. Anyway, I suppose I should thank you for not kicking me out when I told you my feelings for our governess."

"Well, it's not like I didn't tell you I had the same feelings for the same person that same night. We should be thanking Elle for not thinking we were mad with our proposition."

"You're damn right. I'd say you spoil Elle enough to let her know, though. I believe you have an emerald necklace for her birthday gift, and that's not even a fraction of the whole thing." Lizzie raised an eyebrow, and she could have sworn Tommy blushed.

"What about you? Aren't you giving her infinite tickets to the orchestra and dresses for all of the events?" Tommy accused. Lizzie felt her cheeks warm as well as she sat up and cleared her throat.

"It's the orchestra... and the ballet," Lizzie mumbled but not enough to stop Tommy from picking up the words. He shrugged haughtily, basking in his victory.

"Case in point."

"She deserves it, no matter how smitten it makes me. Now, I miss her already, so I'll go help her pack. You don't be late to take off later."

Lizzie wagged her finger at him before skirting out the door. Tommy looked down at his paperwork, though all thoughts were on his partners. He checked his watch and uncapped his pen just to cap it again. Fuck.

Tommy stood with a sigh and then headed to the door. "I miss them, too. Never hurts to have a helping hand."

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