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[Club Activities - part 2]

Summary: Crowley keeps knocking at your door, quite literally, wanting to hear your club choice. You might as well get this over with.

Notes: gn!reader, humor, it's kinda long, reader is oblivious, mentions of minor injuries but in a funny way dw, it's the looong overdue pt2

Part: 1.0 / 2 (you're here!) / 2.5 (soon!)

"So, have you decided?"

Crowley stands by the doorway. He looks completely normal, a pleasant smile plastered on his lips. You blink, sluggish, resisting the urge to slam the door on his face.

"It's five a.m. on a sunday."

"Yes, that's correct, good to see you're keeping up with the passage of time."

You feel there's a jab aimed at you for taking your time on choosing a club. Or on answering the door. In your defense, Grim was sleeping on top of you and you didn't want to disturb his sleep. Nor yours. You were hoping the Headmaster would just give up and leave you alone, but instead he only knocked louder.

"Well?"

"Uh..." You take a bit to remember the first thing he said. "No, I still have some meetings to go to."

"Were the sports clubs not to your liking? I'm sure you'd do well in one, should you put your efforts on it."

"Nah, I'll pass."

"I see. Then, you'll tell me your decision by the end of the week, yes?"

"Since when did we agree on this." It was a question, but with your drowsy state it just fell flat.

"Since now, of course! I was very kind to let you take so much time to chose a club, but you must understand I'm under some pressure as well to make sure you'll have the best possible education here. We can't afford to lose too much time!"

You blink again, your brain still sleepy. "Oh. Alright."

Crowley claps his hands in an excited manner. "Wonderful! I'll be eagerly waiting for your decision, then!"

Only as you watch his retreating back getting farther away that it finally registers just what you agreed on. You groan, closing the door and leaning against it.

Well, nothing to do about it now. You should really get onto it, anyway. Still, your break will be missed.

Film Research Club (Vil, Ortho platonically)

You had finally left the sports clubs behind, time to try something new, like arts!

Since you've worked with Vil at the SDC, you were already used to his strict personality and thought you'd be able to handle yourself pretty well. You might not have that much experience with acting but you did know how to pretend everything was ok and your life wasn't falling apart, so you think you might have potential.

It was quite surprising to see Ortho there, but the sight of your friend's welcoming eyes and cheer made you feel relieved, relaxing amidst the Pomefiore students. They were intimidating, though in a different way the guys from the Spelldrive club were. The latter looked like they could easily beat you to a pulp, while the former looked like they'd give you a disgusted stare and call you a peasant in such a condescending tone you'd implode on spot. They were all very pretty as well, but you wouldn't let that make you self conscious since you knew no one could beat Vil anyway.

Speaking of, Vil himself comes to speak with you and explain about the club with a professional conduct as he says that Crowley had warned him of your special situation and that he'd let you help out, since they always needed extra hands on deck. You got hopeful at that, perhaps it was time for you to shine and discover a hiden talent of yours! These daydreams are soon crushed as Vil puts you on backstage duty and turns around, having something or other to talk about with the other members.

Well. That was... not what you were expecting. Ortho explains that in order to enter the club as an actor, you must audition beforehand and prove yourself worthy. That makes sense, you guess, so you accept it with grace. Backstage work might not be as exciting as being on the actual stage, but you had Ortho by your side to make sure things won't be too dull. And a side of you wants to make Vil proud of your work, so you suck it up and ask Ortho to lead the way.

Ortho shows you around the set you'll be working on for the day. It's one of Pomefiore's dorm ballrooms, and it's huge. You look in awe at everything, even though it's a bit plain in terms of furniture, it's quite detailed. In moments like this you remember Pomefiore's dorm is a castle, as you feel the royalty emanating from the ceiling, with it's luxurious chandeliers, to the walls, with it's intricate golden patterns, even at the floor, by it's quality.

He teaches you how to operate the lights and sound for a bit while the actors decide on what they'll film that day. You feel just the tiniest bit of jealousy at them, especially because Vil seems to be very focused on everything they say. Ortho must notice this (of course he would), and tries to cheer you up. After all, you're his friend! He doesn't want you to feel bored at the club when there are so many insteresting things to do!

You move from the more technical parts and go to the storage room, where they keep most of the props and extra accessories. You explore it, looking at everything but not touching, not wanting to get in trouble if you break anything on accident. As you're looking at an old mirror, Ortho picks up one of the pink cowboy hats and puts it on your head. It looks goofy, not matching with your uniform at all, and it makes you laugh.

You retaliate by putting a pirate hat full of colorful feathers that's way too big on him. It slides down and covers his eyes, making him look like a little kid trying on their sibling's clothes. Not to mention the feathers, that also clash with his body's design. You both laugh and go to different directions, trying to find more things to put on.

Ortho ends up with a vivid red sash wrapped around his waist and a wooden rod in hands, while you've got a pink feather scarf around your neck and a hollow steel rod in hands. You stare down at each other from your sides of the room, pretending you're on one of those western cowboy movies, even acting like it too. You drawl out something about the town not being big enough for the two of you. Ortho goes along, putting up the worst pirate accent with his robotic voice and telling you to prepared to be boarded.

Between giggles, the two of you meet at the middle, your rods clashing as if they were swords. You make exaggerated moviments that would be impratical in any fight while dropping the most cliche lines you can think of. Ortho dodges your attacks in slow motion and retributes with his own, making it seem more like some funny dance than a sword fight.

You were having so much fun you kind of forgot you were there to do a job. You're quickly reminded as the door suddenly opens and you, startled, let the steel rod slip from your hands mid attack and hit the wall with a loud clang. There stands Vil, hands on his hips as he stares at the two of you with one arched eyebrow, an unimpressed look on his face even after almost being hit right on it. You're not looking the most dignified, with your whole attire. Nor is Ortho, which helps you to not feel alone on the receiving end of Vil's judgment.

The three of you leave the props behind and return to the main area. More precisely, to the actors' dressing room part. It's not an actual separate room, but rather a space of the ballroom reserved for this. Most have put on their costumes and are adjusting the finer details, Vil instructs you to help them while he sets up the stage.

You try your best, but every actor sends you a glare as you approach them, making you turn on your heels and try another one. And another. And another. You're not feeling very helpful. How you wish you could just ignore it like Ortho does. The only thing you actually do is helping zip up some clothes when they can't reach their backs and do it themselves. You don't dare to touch their hair or you feel they'd explode you with their minds. There is one instance when you have to lace a guy into a corset, but you get a bit confused with all the laces. Maybe it's like tying a shoe? You pull on it with too much force at first, leading him to complain at you the entire time. In your defense, you've never done this before! You tie it up with a cute lace at the end to make up for it and scurry away before he could release more of his wrath upon you. You settle on following Ortho around like a lost puppy.

Finally, everyone finishes up and you move to the middle of the room, where the scene will be taking place. From what you gather, the movie they are making is about a royal family that's having their heir assume the throne, but there's a plot against him going behind the scenes. The main character seems to be corset guy, who still glares at you whenever you pass by his camp of vision, much to your (un)luck.

Ortho leads you to the first place he showed, since they'd start recording soon. You watch him work with the lights, turning them on dramatically as they start the scene and making it follow the main lead as he monologues about his woes of assuming such a big responsability and how he feels between the sea of people present. The actor does a good job, good enogh to appease Vil, who watches attentively near the camera. The thing is, he's trying to replicate a foreign accent and that, combined with his melodramatic lines, makes you have to stifle a laugh.

You try your best to stay quiet and pay attention to the story, but some of the lines and the way they dramatically deliver them sound so silly you can't help but giggle in your palm. Ortho looks at you inquisitively, tilting his head and trying to understand what you found so funny. You whisper an explanation to him, making him see the words in a different manner. As you laugh, he laughs along discretely, both of you having fun again.

Vil motions for you to keep your volume down, as to not disturb the actors and break their concentration, and you send him a thumbs up. Still, you keep on reacting, even mouthing their words with exaggerated facial expressions. Ortho seems much more interested in what you have to show than the lights, since he misses some of his cues and gets it later or sooner than intended. Which is also funny, since the confused looks on the background actors' faces are very entertaining.

It comes to a point in which you're holding in your laughter so much you're a bit out of air, and you end up bumping into one of the controls, making the background music change suddenly, from a calm waltz to an action scenesque one. Your startled eyes meet Ortho's, and in true friendship fashion you both burst out laughing. Vil cuts the filming and strides up on you two, reprimanding you once again, and you feel like a guilty puppy being scolded by their owner. You must look like that too, since he sighs like an overworked mother and takes pity on you, deciding on something else for you to do and leave Ortho to do his job without distractions.

Vil gives you the role of an extra to play, just for you to have an idle conversation with the protagonist that won't last even five minutes. He shows you exactly how the scene should go, taking hold of your hand to conduct a dance and dropping casual chatter with you, looking you in the eyes, with a conduct that's so charming you're sure you feel your heart skip a beat (too bad it's just acting though). You feel like you can do that as well, so you hurry to change into one of the formal outfits and repeat the line Vil told you over and over again in your head, heart beating way too fast.

There is just one thing you didn't count on: you apparently have a bad case of stage fright. Or perhaps it's happening especifically because you know Vil will be watching you like a hawk. As you position yourself amidst the other extras, you feel your heartbeat accelerating and your hands start to sweat. You try to relax your tense shoulders and clear your throat, looking at the floor to steady yourself.

As your cue approaches, you move closer to the corset guy, whose attention snaps at you as soon as you enter his vision field. Even if his face looks polite, like a prince, you can feel the glare he's still sending your way, just on a more subdued level this time. You can also feel the stares of the others on your back and your tongue seems to have been tied. Your head comes up with a blank when you try to remember what Vil told you to say. Oh, this is not good. Why did this have to be so nerve wracking?

Time passes slowly, seconds feels like hours as the protagonist waits expectantly for your words. Trying to not disappoint, you blurt out a joke improvisation line, like the ones you see on movies sometimes. Unfortunately, your sense of humor is vastly different from Pomefiore's students', and the joke falls so flat everyone has to take a moment to recover. You wish for the ground to swallow you as Vil yells a "Cut!" and the other actors look judgmentally in your way. Maybe if you close your eyes it will go away? You can still hear the other's whispering, and although you don't understand what exactly they're saying, you can only guess they're mocking you. Welp, guess it's time to become a hermit at ramshackle and never show your face at school ever again!

It takes only a minute, but as soon as Vil has recomposed himself he commands everyone to be quiet. You open your eyes again, gathering all your courage to see the disappointed look on his face, but you're surprised that's not what greets you. Instead, Vil's got a nasty glare that's sharp enough to cut a man, and it's not directed at you at all! Vil procceds to reprimand the rest of the cast for being so inelegant as to make fun of a begginer and even mocks their need to feel superior. You've never felt more grateful for him in your life, maybe you can still go to classes after that, since no one will dare to mess with you and risk his wrath.

As the others look ashamed for being yelled at by their leader, Vil pulls you aside and tells you that maybe it's better to try something else if your stage fright is going to affect your performance so much. He sounds strict as always, but he has an almost soft look in his eyes as he congratulates you for trying to overcome that fear and that you did well enough for someone with no experience. You feel a lot better after that and thank him sincerely, promising to give it your all at whatever other job you can do to help! He smiles at your enthusiasm and it's as if the clouds have parted ways for the sun to shine. (The other club members look amazed, as they've never seen such a soft smile on Vil's face before.)

He then asks you if you know how to work with a camera. If taking pics with Cater to post on Magicam counts then yes, you do have some experience with it. Vil says he's got the perfect job for you: being part of the camera crew and helping to film everything. You accept, after all, how hard can it be, really?

Apparently, a lot. Vil had just left out a little detail from this job: you'd be filming the aerial angle of this scene. Which meant using Kalim's magic carpet. As you recall, you're not the most adept at riding it, flashbacks from winter vacation entering in your mind. Still, you had promised Vil you'd help on this, and you weren't sure if he'd find you another thing to do or get your complaining the wrong way, so you decide to give it a try anyway.

You wobble on it, camera propped up on your shoulder and secured by a sling strap just in case you losen your hold on it. (Which is very likely). Surprisingly, you manage to get the carpet off the ground without many complications, so things are looking up (quite literally)! And then comes the part where you have to guide it and you're almost thrown out of a window with the force it makes a turn. Your grip on it tightens and you try to wrestle it into submission, with little success.

Things procced like this, you trying to learn how to drive the carpet while making turns on the air and holding on for your life. (And making sure the camera is safe. You don't want a repeat of the chandelier accident from the start of the year, so you're not taking any chances). Anything you might have tried to film is probably so shaky and blurry it isn't even usable, but you have more important matters to worry about.

That goes on until you make a particularly sharp turn, causing the carpet to lose control and go spiraling straight to the floor. Luckly, you manage to land on a convenientely placed couch (has that been there before?) and doesn't get much hurt. You're clutching the camera to your chest in a protective manner, so it isn't damaged either. At least, not much, but it isn't anything the Ignihyde guys can't fix.

Vil and Ortho are by your side in an instant, asking if you're alright. Vil extends his hand and pulls you up like a gentleman, fixing your hair softly. He's really close to your face and you can feel your heart beating faster, though you're not sure if it's due to that or the adrenaline of the fall. Ortho reassures you that not even him got the hang of piloting the carpet, as it seems to only actually obey Kalim, and that you did your best!

You really did try, so you can safely say you won't discover any hidden acting talent any time soon. Time to check out other clubs.

(Ortho tells you to drop by another time at practice and watch the recording with him, since he had a lot of fun! Vil tells you that should you wish and work hard for it, you may have potential and he'd be willing to help you reach it. You agree, since it was very nice to visit and, most of all, to get to see Vil on his element like this. There's an added bonus of you not having ended up at the infirmary as well, which is enough to put the club on a positive light in your books. It's a bit sad that's the standard, but oh well, nothing to do about it.)

Science Club (Trey, Rook)

Alright, art may not be for you, but maybe science is! Or... whatever it is that they do in this club.

It's a bit intimidating since there are way too many people there, more than you've seen in any other club. What could they possibly be doing to attract this many people?

Rook, as observant as ever, notices you before you've even set foot inside the lab, coming close to greet you and ask if you were going to join them for the day. You relutanctly agree, staying close to his side as he leads you deeper into the room, opening the path. You make sure to not bump into anyone and cause an accident.

Trey is at one of the work tables at the back, sharing it with Rook. He sends a calming smile your way and explains that it's a club with a vast variety of activities, as long as they're not of the physical sort. You sigh in relief, listening to him reciting things such as plant cultivation and chemistry experiments. You already have to do those things on your regular classes, so you're confident in your ability of succeding for once. Rook adds that this flexibility in activity has attracted many people, creating a beauté diversity of members. (Trey explains that there's a lot of odd people as he side eyes Rook).

You sit with them, since you don't know anyone else. Rook goes on about the experiment he'll be doing this time, something that will leave a beautiful impact and stay on the mind of anyone looking. It sounds a lot like what happens when you partner up with Ace and Deuce at alchemy class, that is, stuff is about to be blown up. You scoot closer to Trey.

Taking pity on you, Trey reminds Rook that there's an ingredient missing, since they had used all from the lab's storage on their last class, and offers to get it at the botanical garden for him, inviting you to come along. You jump at the opportunity, agreeing and getting up to follow him. Rook thanks his generosity and explains that there's no way a gentleman like him would leave all the hard work onto the two of you, so he follows along. Trey looks a bit annoyed, but you only wanted to get out of being roped into a crazy experiment so you don't mind much, as long as you keep Rook away from any potential explosive plants.

The fresh air from the gardens is much better than the stuffy feeling from the crowded lab, and you take a deep breath to appreciate it. Trey takes you to the temperate zone, the path filled with beautiful flowers of all colors and scents. The sound of the little river below you only adds to the pleasant atmosphere, the sun rays warming up your skin and soul. It's wonderful. You'd like it if your club classes were to take place there. It might be enough to convince you to join, the nature so full of life energizing your mood, a smile blooming on your face.

You pass by an area that has thicker vegetation and stands out from the whole, attracting your curiosity, so you ask Trey what could be there. He warns you to not wander to that side of the garden, as there were carnivorous plants being cultivated by the third years. You wave him off, saying you had those back in your world and they were pretty harmless. Trey looks at you in doubt, but decides to not question it, aceptting your answer and going back to his search for the missing ingredient.

Since you have no idea what you should be looking for, you leave the boys to it, deciding to observe the flowers instead. Distracted, you end up getting farther away from them, the flora enticing you and putting you under a spell, demanding your attention. It's not until you bump into a tall... something, that you realize how far you had gone. You lift up your head, wondering if you had bumped into a tree, only to find two open hinged lobes dripping with sap closing on your face.

A scream gets caught in your throat as you take in the gigantic carnivorous plant in front of you, that's only coming closer. You didn't know that when Trey had mentioned them, he didn't explain that they aren't like the one from your world at all. Not only were they huge, but also seemed ready to eat a human at any given chance.

You're pulled by someone behind you, falling into a secure chest and feeling strong arms embracing your waist as the plant's jaw's close into the air where you were just a second ago. The sigh you let out shakes your whole body and you let your weight be supported by your saviour. You find out his identity soon enough, as a familiar voice by your ear calls you chéri and asks if you were fine.

After thanking Rook, he guides you to the main area of the garden with a protective hand behind your back, making sure you wouldn't stumble into any more potential dangerous plants, as he goes on about how they were "the hunters of the natural world" and how "such danger has it's own alluring charm, non?" You don't catch the glint in his eyes as he asks the question, too busy trying to get your heart beat back into a normal rhythm.

Trey scolds you lightly for ignoring his advice, but he seems busier trying to equilibrate the plants he harvested in his arms and glaring at Rook, probably for leaving him alone to do all the work. Rook stays unbothered, putting his hands on your shoulders and staying close as he directs you to the exit, his usual smile stamped on his face.

As you put the fresh ingredients near the others that Rook had selected earlier, you notice some strawberries in the mix. You shot a questioning stare at Trey, making him laugh and explain he took the chance to harvest some of his hand grown special strawberries. He takes some from your hands, brushing your fingers together before lifting them up to inspect closely. The strawberries are a beautiful shade of red, making you salivate only by looking at them. Trey has a contemplative expression as he murmurs he should use them as soon as possible in order to make the best use of their ripeness.

You suggest him to make a strawberry tart with them and offers your help, on the light price of getting to eat it as well. He smiles and agrees to your proposal, telling you to follow him to the kitchens. You do, happily so as you carry some of the strawberries in your arms, leaving Rook to take care of the potions experiment. Really, you feel like you've killed two birds with one stone, so you pat yourself on the back for doing a good job.

Back at the first month of classes, you remember cooking with Trey, Ace, Deuce and Grim, and how much fun you had, despite the circumstances. With the group reduced to two, it might be more toilsome, but you were confident it would be worth it.

Trey finds an extra apron for you, tying it himself to make sure it would stay in place. He gently explains the steps to prepare the ingredients, helping you whenever you didn't understand something. It was quite nice, seeing Trey look so in his element, an unconscious soft expression on his face, as if he was enjoying himself. It's domestic, even, how you dance around each other in the kitchen, passing bowls and cutlery back and forth. He is good humored as he recalls stories from the club, making you laugh whenever he bemoans Rook's experiments.

The stories he tells are very captivating, so much so that you don't look at the recipe book, doing the steps on automatic. Once or twice you almost spill what you were mixing or use too much force to cut something, but it's salvageable every time, so you don't comment on it. You leave the crust on the oven for a bit too much, but it's only slightly charred, so you're pretty sure it's still edible. One of the flour bags slips from your hands and falls on the sink, covering your face in flour powder. Trey helps you clean up, but he's laughing at you and your now white hair. It comes to the point in which you're mixing the crème pâtissière and you get too close to the stove, making the ends of your sleeves to catch on fire. Trey quickly puts it out and runs your arm under cold water. The crème ends up a bit too lumpy, since neither of you were stirring it for a while, but it's not too bad.

Alright, maybe you're not the best at cooking. Still, arranging the strawberries in a circle on top of the tart was pretty fun. The last thing left to do is to let it cool. You lick your lips thinking about eating it once it's ready. You're about to help Trey clean the mess you've made in the kitchen when Rook bursts through the door, looking excited. He tells you there's no time to explain and takes you by the hand, dragging you back to the laboratory. You send Trey your best regards and wish him luck in cleaning everything alone. He sends you a pitying look back.

You should wish yourself some luck as well, since the motive for Rook to have brought you to the lab was for you to help him with the new formula he thought for his experiment. He explains that the one he was trying didn't have it's desired effects, as you could clearly see from the scorch marks on the table you were sitting before. He says that for the new formula, he'll need help to get the ingredients prepared and handed over, since he couldn't stop stirring it until everything was added in. You don't know how he came up with this solution, and honestly? You don't want to know.

Having no other choice, you agree to help him. He reminds you to put your gloves and safety googles on before starting, making a comment on how your cute apron would do as your lab coat. After getting into place, you follow all of Rook's instructions, preparing and handing over the ingredients he asks for. You have no idea what it is that he's going for, as your potions classes are still on a basic and more theorical level, but you decide to trust that he, as your upperclassman, knows what he's doing.

Dread pools on your gut as you watch the ingredients going into the cauldron. There's a hissing sound and bubbles emerge from the deep purple concotion. You have no time to react as Rook thows his arm in front of you just in time for the explosion to take place. You grip onto the table tightly and manage to stay upright, thanking the Sevens for your safety googles. If it were not for them, your entire face would be covered in a sparkling purple powder, some getting into your hair as well. Rook laughs and tells you that you shine bright like the sun. You look on unamused. Trey appears, having heard the explosion, and sighs, clearly being too used to this happening. He tells you and Rook to clean up as he starts to clean your mess, bless him.

Rook takes you to the nearest bathroom available, both of you trying to wash the explosion's results off. It has stuck like glue, and you have to splash your face with the cold water over and over for it to go away. You think there's still some of it on your hair, but can't bring yourself to care much. The apron wasn't enough to cover your body, so your clothes weren't spared either. Rook doesn't comment on it, but you can see him looking at you funny by the corner of your eye.

As you enter the lab, you see that the students that stayed after the first explosion had left. Rook wonders out loud on why they didn't like the innovation of his experiment, sighing as he goes on about the beauty of curiosity. You and Trey exchange glances as you clean everything together. You feel like you stayed way past the club's scheduled time and your arms hurt from moping the floor. At least you get to share your wonky strawberry tart. It doesn't taste as good as Trey's usual ones do, but you like it. You can't decide if it was worth all the trouble though.

Grim laughs at you once you get back to Ramshackle, your face is itching for the rest of the day, there's some sparkles in your hair for the rest of the week, your slightly burnt arm won't stop aching, you sent your clothes' laundry bill for Rook to pay. As much as you respect scientific advances, you feel that being involved in the research isn't for you (nor the cooking). Time to check out other clubs.

(Rook keeps approaching you at the halls to update you on how he's thought of possible changes to make the potion work. Trey comments he liked having company in the kitchen and help for cleaning up for once. They aren't very subtle. You don't even have to agree to visit the club again another time, as Rook has already volunteered you as his lab assistant and Trey has gifted you a recipe book with markings on which recipes you'll try to bake next. Guess you have no other choice but to go back now.)

Pop Music Club (Cater, Kalim, Lilia)

And back to the arts you go. But this time, instead of performing, how about playing some music? Joining the school band might be fun!

You're surprised to only find three people in the club. All the others had a bunch of people, but in this one, once you enter the classroom you're met with three of your friends hanging out in a couch. Why was there a couch in this classroom in the first place!?

It's not just three random people, either. It's the chillest and most extroverted people of the school, the ones that got along with everyone and were very popular. They whip their head so fast to the direction of the door once you enter you get a little worried for their necks. They seem elated to have a visitor, so you suppose this won't be so bad, even if you don't feel confident enough to play an instrument in front of other people.

Kalim jumps at you and envelops you in a big hug, a smile shining on his face as usual. Lilia pats you on the back, pushing you closer to the center of the room and welcoming you. Cater takes out his phone and takes a selfie with everyone, declaring it would go viral to have the cutest people of the school all together in one place and gushing over how many likes he'd get. They sure are a lively bunch.

Lilia plops you down on the couch, telling you to feel at home and winking. There's a center table with food containers in front of you, Kalim offers you a bite, explaining they made the snacks to bring to their club meetings, and Cater proposes to make it a culinary competition, in which you'd judge which one was the best. You were pretty sure you had left the cooking behind at the science club, what did it even had to do with music? Well, you weren't going to complain about getting free food!

Cater insists you try his first, a round tupperware with fried corn tortilla chips and guacamole in a dipping bowl at the center. It looks amazing, making your mouth water a bit. You take one of the chips, lightly lower it on the dip and take a bite. It's overall very good, the consistency and the crispness are wonderful, there's just one little problem: it's very spicy. Very spicy. Not the "oh no there's a tiny bit of spice in my otherwise bland food" type but the "my eyes are burning my thorat is burning my stomach is burning I'm going to burn from the inside out" type. And that's how you feel as you fan your face and drink the water Kalim brings you, though it only makes the burning worse, spreading it throughout your mouth and making your eyes water. Lilia appears upside down, hanging from the ceiling and scaring you, and offers you a glass of milk instead. You gratefully take it and chug it down as quick as you can.

Once you've calmed down, Lilia explains how he keeps milk around for Cater's food, that's way too spicy for his liking. Cater looks at you with puppy eyes, asking if you liked the chilli peppers he added to the recipe. You didn't, not really. It would be one thing to add some, sure, but it's like there's more pepper than anything else. You weakly smile at him and explain apologetically that it might not suit your tastes so much. Cater seems a bit down, but he only shrugs and jokingly says that not everyone can have good taste.

Kalim bounces up to you next, shoving his container in front of your face and telling you to try it. He proudly says he made it all without Jamil's help and that he hopes you'll like it. You look at the fried dumplings, remembering it's a sweet called awameh. It looks good as well, although a bit burnt, nothing that would stop you from eating it. You take one, getting surprised by how crunchy they ended up being, the sweetness exploding in your tongue. It would be very good, but you have the impression Kalim must have used the wrong measure of the ingredients. Yes, it was sweet, but it was way too sweet. Not only that, the sugar mixed with the cinnamon on the syrup also left you thirsty, as you downed another cup of water. It was like cinnamon was impregnated on your mouth, there was definetly too much.

While you accept your tongue will never be the same after the combo of strong flavours, Kalim reveals he tried to follow one of Jamil's mom's recipes for it, declaring it to be the best he's ever proved. He just got a bit confused when taking the measures for some ingredients, but he was proud of his work! You make a mental note to try to eat one of Jamil's awameh later, sure that it would taste delicious, and compliments Kalim on his efforts, suggesting gently to ask for help next time he has trouble with it.

The last one is Lilia, and you start dreading what might be hidden on his container. He seems preppy that someone will get to try his food, telling you that he's the one that cooks dinner at Diasomnia and how Silver and Sebek love his food. Cater and Kalim look at you with pity, shaking their heads. You've heard of Lilia's infamous cooking skills before, so you have to mentally prepare yourself before looking at what he prepared. It's... uh... something alright. Though it's unrecognizable, a dark glob that just looks sticky and burnt after the point. Your desperate look does nothing for Cater and Kalim to try to save you, as they look away furtively.

Aceppting your fate, you take one of the spoons Lilia brought and take the smallest bite possible while he stares at you attentively. It tastes foul, as expected, as if something had died in your mouth. You resist the urge to gag, trying to go for a smile and ending up with a grimace instead. It's horrible, there's no other way to describe it. All the rumors don't do it justice, it's way worse than what they say. You suspect you will get food poisoning later, as you down another glass of water. At least you're keeping yourself hydrated. Lilia seems to either not notice or pretend he didn't, as he keeps his cheery attitude and asks if you liked it. You nod weakly, hoping it would be enough for him to not force you to take another bite. He mercifully looks satisfied with the answer and you sigh with relief.

In the end you tell them you don't know which one was the best (you side eye Lilia's, thinking on how you knew which one was the worst at least). They don't look disappointed, content in having you prove their food as each munchs on their own snacks happily. You wonder how they manage to do it. Suddenly you miss Trey's baking and the wonky strawberry tart you've made.

As everyone sits together, Cater puts on some electropop song on the background that reminds you of the famous vocaloids from your world. You have an epiphany that Cater would listen to Hatsune Miku. You're not sure what to do with that information, staying quiet in shock as the other three talk between themselves. You remember him mentioning something like it when you went to do the SDC auditions, but you had other things to worry about and it must have slipped your mind. Once you've recomposed yourself, you ask what the food had to do with music, since the question had been burning in your mind for some time (not as much as your tongue burned tho).

They explain that the pop music club doen't really do much music, as the name suggests, they mostly just hang around to chat and chill. It has gotten them in a bit of trouble with the Headmaster, as they don't do anything that could actually be considered a club activity, causing him to have threatened to disband the club. Not to mention there's no new members for a while, no matter how much they try to attract more students. You consider joining this one just to spite Crowley. They clarify that they do play their instruments every once in a while to cover some song, but with their different music tastes they never reach an agreement on what to play most of the time.

You're curious on how they might sound as a band, sure it would be a chaotic but entertaining sight. You would ask to see this, if it was not for Cater excitedly declaring it's "gossiping time". They put on elevator music to play at the background and huddle close together, leaving a spot open for you to join their little circle, as if you were about to be in into the school's secrets. And that's exactly what happens, as the three of them seem to know about everyone and everything that goes on Night Raven College. There's so much drama you've never heard about, and you feel you know way too much about the lives of people you've never even met, but it's nice to create conspiracy theories about what would happen next in the soap opera that was other people's lives.

The topic changes to Magicam, since you were lowkey stalking the boy that had caused a ruckus in the cafeteria the past days. Cater likes his account's aesthetic, saying it passes the bad boy vibes he has, and whines about their club's magicam page. You weren't aware they even had one, so you ask to see it. It's... not what you were expecting. They might as well not have an account, since there are no photos other than their icon, which was the symbol of the club. Cater complains that they couldn't come to an agreement on how the page should look and were too lazy to try to work something out, so it has stayed like that for months.

Since you know how much he cares about this stuff, you offer your help! After all, it could be a lot of fun, and it'd feel as if you're the manager of the club. Cater lightens up with joy, throwing his arms around you and bringing you close to affectionately rub his cheeck on the top of your head, thanking you for being such a prestative underclassman. You enter your business mode, thinking on how you could go about this. It makes sense to promote the club doing something other than hanging out, so you tell them to pick up their instruments and pose.

You go around them and try many different angles. Kalim and Lilia have fun doing weird poses that makes very clear they aren't playing at all, but there's a charming genuine smile on their faces. Cater poses with his guitar like a professional, making captivating facial expressions that make even you swoon, only encouraging him to make different ones. He could be a model, you think, with how he knows all the right ways to smile at the camera and tilts his head just so to make him look cute and alluring at the same time, fingers skillfully positioned at the eletric guitar's chords, eyes lidded, hair messy deliberately, body facing forwards with confidence. He has everything to ace the rockstar persona, at least in looks.

You try taking some of them together as an unit, but none pleases you enough. There's something missing, but you can't quite put your finger on what. You give his cellphone back as you ponder about it. Cater looks through the photos, commenting how one looks "super cool~" and in the other he's "slaying". He decides it'd be a great moment to take advantage of his cuteness streak to take a photo with everyone together, yourself included. Cater drapes his arm around your shoulders and keeps you close to him, cheek coming to rest at your forehead. Kalim and Lilia make poses behind you two, laughing at how silly they look with all the filters Cater tries on.

He ends up telling you to decide which photo looked better, as he couldn't chose just one, something like: "any photo with you would look cute, of course I can't chose!" You look through all of them, but only one gets your eyes, the only without a filter. Everyone looks genuinely happy, making your heart warm. Cater's is not looking at the camera itself, but slightly to the side, where you are, with such a soft expression you can't help but be endeared by it. It's him, not a forced smile and exaggerated pose, just Cater, happy. That's what the other pictures were missing.

You show it to him, insisting it's the best and should be the first photo on the club's Magicam page. He pouts about the lack of filter, saying how the other ones look much cuter, but you explain that you like the real him much more than any filter, since nothing could ever come close to the real deal, no filter in the world could make him justice. You're very genuine with it too, since it's the truth. Cater stares at you, caught by surprise, and turns his face away from you, ears tinted pink, taking a minute to recompose himself, leaving you confused. Lilia looks on knowingly, smirking at him. You weren't alone in your confusion, as Kalim seemed to be just as clueless as you.

Your argument manages to convince him, though, as he soon comes up with an eye catching description and posts it, grumbling that you should be happy now. You are, actually, so you simply smile at him, giggling at his playful eye roll. Only after the picture was already posted and you entered on your own account that you notice your eyes were closed. You yelp and try to convince Cater to change it to another one, but he refuses, telling that you were the one that chose it so you should stick with it, sticking his tongue out at you in a childsh manner. You whine some more before giving up. Cater seemed really content with the choice, if the soft smile on his face as he glanced at it meant anything, so you let it be, resigning to your fate. You weren't even a member, so you hoped you wouldn't attract that much attention. (You really hoped Ace wouldn't find it, otherwise you'd never hear the end of it.)

He suddenly gets an idea to decorate the classroom to make it look more "magicamable", dragging Lilia with him to get the decorations. Lilia whispers something to him that makes him glance back at you with a red face, quickly scurrying away and leaving you and Kalim to look on in confusion. How weird, what had gotten into him?

At that moment, the playlist shuffles, coming up with a song that has a very upkeep beat. Kalim jumps in excitement, saying that was his favorite song and he couldn't not dance to it. You can't help jumping your leg and moving your head to the beat, swaying to the contagious rhthym. Kalim notices and extends his hands in your direction, inviting you to dance with him. You know you're nowhere near his skill level and you'd look clumsy compared to his fluid moviments, but his earnestness convinces you to give it a try. You were sure he wouldn't make fun of you, so why not have a good time too?

Hand in hand, the two of you move together, not completly in sync, but in a rhythm that feels right, that's only yours. It's nice, seeing his content expression up close, foreheads almost touching, feet following the other's steps, hips swaying together. You spin once, laughing, he spins once, grinning wildly. You're lost in the trance of the hypnotizing beat of Kalim's heart.

The song gradually comes to a stop, making both of you calm down too. Kalim has one hand on your waist, the other still holding yours. You hold onto his shoulder, your noses touch, breaths coming in puffs, his eyes crinkle and it's warm, he's warm. Your chest follows his in it's rise and fall, your stomach does pirouettes, to the point you're dizzy, your cheeks feel hot. You start worrying you might have really gotten food poisoning from Lilia's cooking.

Before either of you say anything else, the sound of Cater's giggle burst your bubble, bringing you back to the real world. You whip your head to the door, watching as Lilia and Cater giggle deviously, Cater's fingers working fast on his cellphone's keyboard. You separate from Kalim's burning touch, your hands suddenly feeling cold, and stride up to them, demanding to look at what they found so funny. Lilia shows you, on his own phone, a videoclip of you and Kalim dancing together, nearing the end of the song. Your focus is initially on Kalim, as he glows, movements showing years of expertise, it's... beautiful. Then your gaze averts to yourself, and how, like you suspected, you were looking goofy near him, not matching the tempo at all.

You whine up at Cater again, asking him to delete the stories he posted, but he refuses, saying it was way too precious to miss. You lightly hit his chest and look up your lashes at him, pouting. His teasing expression falters, as if you were on the brink of convincing him. Lilia pulls you away and explains it was only on close friends anyway, so you needn't worry about the whole school seeing it. Kalim agrees that the video is very nice, beaming as he watches you two having fun. You sigh and give up, not having the heart to be a killjoy.

Lilia and Cater's hands are empty of any decorations, so you question them about it. Cater frowns exaggeratedly, drowning on dramatically on how they couldn't find any and how it was such a pity. Lilia covers his hand to hide a giggle, only making the action more obvious. Cater glares at him subtly. Kalim notices how the club's reserved time is almost coming to an end, deciding that to make a grand finale you should play an instrument, after all they should at least pretend they did something club related for you to report back to the Headmaster. And it'd be a lot of fun for you to play with them!

Lilia claps his hands together, agreeing it would be a most gleeful experience. He insists on teaching you how to play the bass, not wanting to hear whether you already knew how to or not. He gives you the instrument and shows how to hold it in the right way, trying to teach a few chords. It's a bit difficult to understand the confusing terms he uses, so he sighs and comes behind you, taking your hands in his and doing the movements, pressing his chest against your back, his deep voice right by your ear as he explains. You can't pay attention to it all, for some reason. You kind of feel dizzy again. Perhaps it's the food poisoning for real this time?

His fingers guide yours along the strings, gently pressing on the right spots, strumming the chords at the bridge. He murmurs the instructions, voice ressonating like the low pitch of the instrument, hot breath tickling your skin. You let him do as he pleases, dazed. The simple notes ring in your ears, lulling you into calmness, eyes closing as you let your sensations take the wheel, the frequency making your heart vibrate in your chest, as if dancing along, your head floating in the clouds.

It's all good and well until Lilia starts singing along. Or whatever it is that he calls "singing". In reality, he starts screaming some punk-rock lyrics right by your ear. Your heart jumps so quickly you swear you almost had an arrhythmia, your soul leaving your body for a second. Your eyes snap open so fast the lights from the classroom blind you and make black spots appear in your vision. You elbow Lilia in your surprise, thankfully making him stop trying to burst your eardrums. You get away, taking off the strap of the bass and giving it back to him. You think that's enough practicing for now.

Later on the day you confirm your food poisoning suspicions to be true. You've gained a new found respect for Sebek for enduring the poison Lilia calls cooking everyday and still managing to keep that impressive disposition of his. At least you helped the pop music club get more followers on magicam and spread their word out there. A bunch of people sign up to know the club, so you're all really happy! You felt like you've done a good job. (In the next week, the people arrive and see no sight of you, only of the dynamic trio. They don't show up again, leaving the members number back to it's original three.)

It was pretty fun, all things considered. You didn't get hurt other than in your pride and your social image, so it's a win in your books. Still, you're not sure you could handle their energetic and chaotic personalities combined like this evey week and risk getting deaf or suffering stomach failure. Time to check out other clubs.

(Cater comments on how the photos you took together got the most likes, insisting you come over again for a photoshoot. Kalim says he's got new songs to dance with you and that he's asked Jamil to help him cook for the next club meeting. Lilia tells you that you still have to take some more bass lessons to get the hang of it. Well, you suppose you could pass by sometime to be in the know about what goes on at the school and to get to prove Jamil's cooking. And to enjoy your friend's company, of course!)

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#twst x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #trey clover x reader #rook hunt x reader #cater diamond x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #kalim al asim x reader #ortho shroud #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #new tumblr user angelizs lore drop: I used to be part of the theater club back at school #I did two years of it. I miss acting sm #Ortho and MC are the besties ever #Rook and Trey act like rivals from a shoujo manga lmao #I was inspired by the culinary crucible and decided to make MC suffer the same thing they make the judges go through: Lilia's cooking #oh and also by Lilia's ceremonial robes vignette #I've been dying to prove some awameh it looks so yummy. I want it too !!!!!!!#now I have smth to confess. I've had this written since 9/3. but once I've reached the board games club I got into a writer's block #and I wanted to post all the other clubs at once so I tried to write it and couldn't come up with anything good #and that's why I took so long to post pt2. bc I don't have the board games club written yet to this day 🤡#I'll try to write smth I'm satisfied with for them! until then pls enjoy pt2!#wonderland wonder

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MY LITTLE SECRET (FINNICK ODAIR X FEM!READER)

warnings: porn with quite a bit of plot (i can never just write a oneshot), emotional sex, p in v, oral (f receiving), virginity loss, slight marking, mentions of killing, death, and suicidal thoughts (this is the hunger games), just be wary fr - minors stay away

notes: so this was a request from @theBridgetopanem on ao3 and, ugh, it's just so cute. love me some soft boy finnick. once again, very quickly edited so sorry for any grammatical mistakes. anywho - make sure to like, reblog, and comment! love u all <3

word count: 9.4k

summary:

No one truly understands the deception of humanity more than those who have the power to take it away. To push innocents against innocents and make sure nothing more than blood and broken souls remains where hope and naivety once stood.

It was a horrible nightmare in your mind – trying to think like them. Trying to survive. And the shadows that followed you out of that arena as people congratulated you for being a victor? Well, they knew what the absence of humanity really brought.

Fear.

Finnick Odair is your mentor for the 70th Hunger Games and you can't help but find comfort in the man who is in your life solely to make sure you don't die.

The 70th Hunger Games, ready to begin.

Your name, reaped.

All hope, lost.

Voices flickered in and out of your consciousness as you made your way up to the stage. Of course, this happens to you in your last year of eligibility, why wouldn’t it? Time sped and slowed as it pleased, having no regard for your ticking thoughts. Nor did it care for your unwillingness to let it pass.

This can’t be happening. This isn’t happening. Why is this happening?

You weren’t a Career. You had no special talents besides swimming and spearfishing. Swimming. How for fucks sake was that going to get you through the Games? News flash: it wouldn’t. Maybe spearfishing? But that was hardly a skill that could contend with previous victors. And it definitely wouldn’t help you against the Careers.

I’m going to die. I’m going to die. I’m going to die.

As you curled into the dark spot floating at the edge of your vision, you barely heard the name of the male tribute announced beside you. Isaac? Ethan? Ian? Why does it matter anyway? You weren’t going to make it out of here. This was it. The ocean was draining, and you were being sucked down with it.

You barely noticed the Peacekeepers usher you off the stage and saying goodbye to your family was now a flicker of a memory. Siblings would never see you again. You would never be able to make them laugh in your family home or try to eat your mother’s insufferable cooking again. You would never be able to brush off fishing duty to go swimming with Annie or visit the town tavern with her again.

Oh, Annie.

Best friends since birth, the two of you were practically inseparable. Many of your other friends and family joked that the two of you must have been a soul split because of how alike you were. You did everything together, but the shining break in this storm was the fact that she wasn’t standing where you were. That your siblings weren’t. If it had to be any of you, you were glad that it was yourself.

But, fuck – you wish it would have been anyone else’s name picked out of the grim bowl.

---

Stepping foot on that train was probably the hardest decision of your life. Not that it was much of a decision, really. If you wouldn’t have gotten on yourself, the Peacekeepers would have gladly thrown you on there themselves.

You couldn’t say that you were too impressed with the interior of it. Honestly, it just looks like the Capitol threw up all over it. Yes, your family home was nicer than most of those in the other Districts due to the wealth of the area, but you didn’t care about all of that. The people made a house a home, and this train was nothing more than a moving coffin.

As your Capitol lapdog, Jorge, showed you and your fellow tribute into the lounge car, a head of bronze hair caught your eye. His arms were spread wide on either side of him as he lounged on the travel sofa – seeming to be as content as a summer’s day. You could almost laugh at the absurdity of it. But, before that mocking gaggle could make its way out of your throat, the man before you turned.

Oh, shit.

Finnick Odair. You needed no introduction of his, everyone in District 4 was aware of him after his victory in the 64th Games. Youngest ever and all that, you had to respect him for making it through. What you couldn’t respect, however, was his enjoyment of his Capitol fame. He appeared on screen at least five times a month at some prestigious party, the arm candy to some Capitol prissy who you really couldn’t bother to care about. Why should you when they laugh and cheer for children to die for their amusement? It was absolutely disgusting.

Flashing you with a stunning smile, he popped a sugar cube in his mouth as Jorge motioned for the two of you to sit across from him. His sea-green eyes followed your movements as you stiffly sat before him, like a prized pet for sale. Your shoulders were locked tight as you stared back at the man before you. Tanned skin from hours on the coast and beauty that even the old Gods would envy, you couldn’t discount his looks. But you knew those could be deceiving. And anyone who wins the Games knows how to be deceiving.

“Hey, you two,” he began as he looked between you and… Ian? Yeah, let’s go with that. “This isn’t a position I want to see anyone in, but I’m here to help make sure you make it through whatever hellscape of an arena they have planned for you and get you used to the culture of the Capitol.”

You could feel your hands shake as this terror became more real with every word he spoke. He’s my mentor. I have a mentor. I’m really a tribute.

I’m going to die.

Every ill thought you had of Finnick was immediately disposed of. He was a lifeline in this – he knew how to win. And if you had to be deceitful, manipulative, hell, even seductive through this, you’d take whatever advice he had and hold onto it with your life.

Quickly grasping your hands together to try and still them, you showed nothing but vulnerability as you slouched in your seat. You could feel another panic attack coming on, but you shoved it down to deal with later so you could talk with Finnick. You weren’t going to waste a single moment on this train that didn’t provide you with some sort of opportunity to gain skills that would help you make it out of the arena.

Finnick saw how your composure changed as soon as he started talking and his heart broke a bit from the horribleness of this. He meant it when he said that he didn’t want anyone else to be in this position, for the Games to be a reality, but he would be damned if he didn’t make sure that one of you wouldn’t come out a victor. So, the three of you got to work and talked through the whole ride to the Capitol.

---

Finnick was betting on your spearfishing skills to get you through.

“The other tributes will be spread between those who know how to hunt, how to hide, and how to survive. I need you to be all three.” He stated.

The two of you were working together before your training began in the Tribute Center, stealing your last little bit of train time to work on hand-to-hand skills. Ian was off resting since Finnick was already aware of his expertise with tridents. Apparently, the two had known each other prior to all of this. Finnick wasn’t worried about him. No, he was worried about you.

“I’ve never hunted another person before.” You reminded him. “Fish are different.”

He was showing you maneuvers that could be used for deflection at this point. Utilizing the strength of the staff would be crucial, but since the Capitol provided metal ones in the arena, there was no worry about it breaking. Being in the proper position to block vital spots was up to you, though.

“Fish are small targets,” he nailed his trident against your spear, the reverberation racing up your arms. You continued to hold on. “Humans are bigger. More places to aim for.”

“But they can fight back.” You remarked as you readjusted your hold on the spear. “They can kill me just as easily.”

“Then be faster. Be quiet and quick and they won’t know you’re there until the damage is already done.” He urged. Setting his trident against the wall, he stripped off his shirt from the exertion and reached for a bottle of water to rehydrate.

Your mouth watered at the view. He was, in the simplest of terms, gorgeous. Taunt muscles built from years of experience stretched across his expanse as sweat trickled between the valleys of them. His Adam’s apple bobbed in tandem with his swallows and you were entranced by the movement. You don’t know what he did in a past life to be graced with a body like that, but you had to appreciate it if even for this one moment.

Shaking your head to rid yourself of the distraction, you grabbed a drink of water as well, taking the time to think of your odds. They’ve been getting better with Finnick’s instruction, but it was your intelligence and timing that would get you to the victor’s circle. Confidence was starting to brew in your veins, and you didn’t want it to go away.

Setting the bottle down, you grabbed your spear once more and took a fighter’s stance with it. Finnick noticed and lifted a well-manicured brow at you.

“I’ve got the defense positions down,” you started. “Now show me how to win.”

---

You tried not to stand out amongst the other tributes as much as you could, in hopes that they would view you as nothing more than some meek and useless girl. Your plan was that if you kept your head down, they wouldn’t view you as a threat. While that could cause some to view you as an easy target, it would also keep the element of surprise tidily tucked in your back pocket.

However, you stuck close to Ian as Finnick urged the two of you to attempt an alliance – granting the ability for at least one person to keep an eye on your blind spots. You weren’t naïve, though. Alliances were unsteady, especially if it came down to saving your own skin over the others. And there was no proof that Ian would even keep his word about meeting in the arena, let alone keeping you alive long enough to hear the first sounds of cannon fire. If you were a betting man, you wouldn’t bet on him.

But he did bring in two more members to your shaky alliance, Della Remfar and Billy Churl from District 10. Not Career-material by a long shot, but they were both highly adept with an array of knife work. And, to your knowledge, both knew the cleanest and quickest ways to stab, slice, and gut something – which could definitely come in handy.

Even after surrounding yourself with the three, you weren’t entirely sold on the idea of putting any sort of trust in them. You didn’t speak of anything personal, nor did you even attempt to learn anything about them. It would be easier this way. There can only be one victor in the end, and the memories of the fallen tributes should be left to be carried on by their own friends and families, not by someone who was an instrument in their death.

And, selfishly, you just didn’t want the chance of actually liking any of them to arise. It would be hard enough to kill strangers – killing friends would probably destroy you.

---

The training scores were being announced as you sat between Finnick and Ian. Nervously, you kept bouncing your leg up and down on the plush seat as you waited for your name to pop up on the screen.

Your show to the Gamemakers may not have been anything extremely special, but you would be damned if your new prowess with a spear would go unnoticed. Finnick’s teachings were nothing short of a blessing, and every time you lifted that metal bar, you had the unrestrained thought of making him proud.

It was strange, to find comfort in a man whose sole purpose in your life was to keep you from dying. He would do all he could to keep sponsors coming your way and leave you with all the knowledge and tricks he gained from his own Games. And you would survive. If you wished hard enough that you would live through it, perhaps you could wish it into existence.

A fool’s thought, but it didn’t stop you from looking up to the night sky every night and doing just that. It wasn’t a prayer, not by a long shot. If there was a God out there, you’d hate them with every fiber of your being for allowing their “children” to do this to one another without fear of repercussion. You were already in a living hell – it couldn’t get much worse than this.

Silencing your mind, you peaked with interest as Ian’s name flashed across the screen along with his score. An 8. That was solid. Enough to show the sponsors he was someone worth rooting for and kept the Careers off his tail for being too much of a threat. But it’s not like you cared that much when your name and picture finally appeared.

From pure desperation and worry soaking your veins, you grabbed Finnick’s hand in an attempt to calm yourself. You couldn’t even look at him, not as your eyes were glued to the screen in front of you. But Finnick looked at you.

He saw how scared you were – not just from the placings, but from the whole event. He couldn’t be surprised – hardly anyone made it through the Games without being completely terrified. Even in his own Games, he was fearful. Petrified, more like. No one wants to die like an animal and, besides the vicious, no one wants to kill another human being like one either. So, tightening his own hand around yours, softly rubbing his thumb on the back, he waited with bated breath for your score.

9. Oh, fuck.

“That puts you right around the Careers,” Finnick whispered to you.

You nodded your head, eyes still staring straight at some unknown point in front of you. Your hand was still wrapped around Finnick’s, neither one of you wanting to let go from the worldly anchor. In truth, you were surprised you had placed that high, and by the slightly jealous façade that rested on Ian’s face, you could tell he wasn’t too happy about it either. But Finnick, he just seemed to watch your facial response to it, ready to help you through.

There was no overwhelming emotion of happiness or disappointment, he just wanted to make sure you were okay. And, after turning your face to drown into his oceanic eyes once more, you were.

---

This was it. The clock was counting down as you and the other tributes stood atop your respective platforms waiting for the blood bath to begin. For humanity to disappear and pure unrestrained carnage to take its place.

Your whole body was shaking. Anxiety and dread were filling you up and overflowing at the top. You wanted to be anywhere but here. You wanted to be dead already to get it over with. You wanted to be with Annie and your family playing on the beach.

You just didn’t want to be here.

So, for a split second, you let your consciousness cover your mind with a memory. Something warm and happy that could perhaps get you through the next minutes or hours or days. And you indulged in it.

“Oh, yeah. My parents took us swimming all the time. For ‘exercise’ and all that, but really, I know they just wanted to spend time as a family whenever we could.”

You and Finnick were lounging in the main sitting area within your deck of the Tribute Center. While he probably should have made his leave already, he wanted to check on you after your training, and, without admitting it, desired to spend time with you.

The two of you were currently sharing memories of your families and friends and life. You don’t quite remember how the conversation happened, but it was just too easy to get lost in the words with him. A bittersweet thought of how you would miss him materialized, but you quickly threw it to the wayside so you could luxuriate in the presence of Finnick Odair.

“My mom was always about making sure that between work on the docks, out on the waves, or just helping with the catches, we prioritized one another. Blood is thicker than water, she would always remind us.” You couldn’t help the bright smile painting your face as you thought about how kind and, sometimes scary, your mother was. She truly loved life and insisted on making sure everyone in your family could see the beauty in it as well, if not a little aggressively.

“She once threatened my younger brother, Kade, that she would take away his slice of chiffon cake if he didn’t go out and play with his friends for a bit.” You disclosed. “She ate it right in front of him when he refused.”

You both laughed at the story, going on to tell him more about your siblings and Annie, who was practically your sister at this point. With each passing story, you grew less enthusiastic. He saw the way you started to deflate from the stories, sadness taking its place due to your current predicament of perhaps never being able to see your loved ones again.

He didn’t want those memories to sour from this, he wanted you to keep them treasured – shrouded in a golden cloud of light and love. With a sense of duty, he moved over from his armchair to join you on the loveseat you were curled into.

Your doe eyes followed his movements, curious as to what he was doing. He sat beside you; stern vulnerability layered on his features. With shrugged eyebrows and a twinkle of some unknown emotion in his eyes, he placed his hand on the side of your face, tenderly holding you in position.

“Don’t let them take this from you.” He softly insisted, fingers warming you where they rested. “They want to break you, to dull you, but don’t let them win.”

You blinked. Once. Twice. Before your brain registered that you should reply to him.

“Wh- What?” You stuttered out in a hushed voice, much less of a conversation than you intended, but you were still confused by his words and actions. He continued to look at you, stealing glimpses into your soul through your widened eyes.

“Your memories, your love. The Games are built to destroy you of it all, leaving nothing more than a walking corpse empty of thought and emotion.” He asserted. “But don’t let them win. When you walk out a victor, hold onto what you love most and remember that the Capitol can’t take that. They can try to take your humanity, what makes you, you, but they won’t.”

You were stunned into silence, thoughts running rampant, but one began to overshadow them all.

He thinks I’ll win?

“I know we’ve only truly known each other for a short while, but I’d like to think I’ve become a great judge of character over the years.” He confessed with a small smile. “And when I look at you, I see a genuinely good person. Someone who shouldn’t have been forced into this, who should have lived their life out in peace and bliss but will win because they have something to fight for.”

You didn’t want to speak, to breathe, for fear of stopping his expression. But your eyes encouraged him, so he went on.

“You. Fight for yourself, Y/N L/N. Fight for the memories you hold in your heart. Fight for the love you have to give. Fight for whoever makes your head rush. Fight for the feelings.” He whispered out, only for you. “Just, please, fight. I know you can win. You have the skills, the intelligence, everything. So, fight for everything and nothing at all.”

Silent tears were streaming down your heated cheeks from his honesty. You knew Finnick to be manipulative and cunning when he needed to be, but there was nothing but a boy who wanted to be heard in front of you. What did he have to lie for anyway? You’d be going into that arena either way, friend or not.

Your own smaller hand covered Finnick’s as he continued to hold your cheek. Your lids gently shut as you pushed yourself into the warmth he was offering, staying close to him. He watched you hold the part of himself he presented to you, and decided he should gift just a little bit more.

Lifting his left hand to sit on the other side of your face, he pulled you close to rest his forehead against your own. With shut eyes, the two of you breathed in each other as the intimate moment closed over you.

Even in this short period of time, you’d never felt as close to a person as you did to Finnick. He knew the position you were in, for he had stood there before. He knew your emotions better than you did and encouraged them as a power, not a weakness. He was a light in this dark world, and you’d protect that flame with your life.

Pulling his head back but still staying close, he expressed one last thing. “My secrets, Y/N. I’ll give you all my secrets if you come back to me. If you fight for me. I’ll fight for you every day of my life and it still won’t be enough if you don’t come. Back. To. Me.”

He practically shook with the truth of his words. He wanted for nothing more than time. Time with you. Time to truly learn everything about you. Something in him yearned for you since the moment you had met. Your strength, your smile, your brilliance. He wanted to bathe and drown in it all at once. So, he needed you to win. To dirty yourself as he still is. Then, perhaps, you could both learn how to wear the past together.

For a short moment, all you could do was look at him. To take him in as he was, no mask atop his face. To see what Finnick Odair looked like when there were no secrets to steal. And then you quickly tucked yourself into his torso as you wrapped your arms around him.

“I’ll fight for you, Finnick.” You declared into his chest. “I’ll fight for more moments like this.”

He hesitated for just a breath before he enveloped his arms around you, holding you tight and taking in your presence. He would make sure that you get anything you need in that arena. And that he’ll be there to pick up any pieces you left behind when you come back to him.

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Della was dead. Ian was dead. Tributes from all the districts were dead.

The only ones still living were you and Billy, and the clock was ticking away.

Ian stuck true to his word and met you far from the Cornucopia as the two of you ran for your lives. The arena was a swamp – dirty and thick with a putrid smell that you would never forget. But the cypress and tupelo tree bunches gave what cover they could as you deftly made your way through the duckweed covering parts of the watery surface. Della and Billy attempted to steal a supply pack out of the slaughterhouse, but only Billy returned. Sticking close to one another, you made it through your first night.

Finnick also did as he promised and made sure the sponsors gave you anything you needed: spears, bread, ointment for Ian after he ran through a thorn-filled brush and ripped his leg open, even just extra blankets and water bottles – he made sure you were always supplied. His heart was in his mouth every time he saw you on screen, each day fitting you worse than the last. Exertion and fear were already taking their toll on you with mud-caked skin, chapped lips, and hair that was matting faster than a sunset. But none of that mattered as long as you made it to the end.

Ian was the next to go with a slit throat as your group battled head-to-head with the Careers. Two of the four were down before it happened, giving you all a false sense of hope. It was in that second of distraction that the girl from 2 sprinted around and tore Ian’s neck open before you could even blink.

Without even thinking, you launched your spear right into her chest as Billy finished off the District 1 boy. The two of you were unaware that each had defeated a tribute, but as your breathing slowed and you turned toward him, the realization hit you like a train.

I have to kill him.

It was a sickening thought, one you wish you’d never have to think about, but one that was entirely fueled by survival. You made a promise to Finnick that you would return. That you would come back. And even with aching limbs and short breaths, you would fight.

So, fight you did.

Billy started making his way to you as you reached the District 2 girl and yanked the spear from her concaved chest. There was no time for sympathy, no time for feelings. Billy wasn’t your friend. Sure, he may have saved you from the guy from 6 and always made sure that you got your share of food, but he wasn’t your friend. He couldn’t be your friend.

You locked down your thoughts as the two of you met in a patch of hip-deep swamp water. The muck below was forcing your feet to sink lower and gave you little grasp, but you lived in the sandy ocean. You knew how to maneuver well enough to use it to your advantage.

You were smaller than Billy as he towered over you at some number over six feet – a sturdy build for a butcher’s life. Which was a disadvantage for the environment. As you could navigate across the ground without fear of adhering to it, he was stuck, weighted down into the pit of swamp.

As he struggled to turn to follow your movements, his hands were briskly releasing knives your way. Try as you might, you couldn’t miss all of them. One lodged in your upper shoulder as another grazed your cheek, nipping off the tip of your left ear. But he wouldn’t have an infinite number of knives, and you could be patient enough for them to run dry.

And when they did, you advanced. Flittering over to him, you adjusted your stance just as Finnick taught you – bracing your arms apart so they could give and move as needed. You caught him in the side at first, until he grabbed onto the other end of the spear and pulled you toward him. He was stronger than you. If he got his hands on you, he could choke you out or drown you as hastily as he wanted, so you couldn’t let him touch you.

As he hauled you closer and closer to him, you steadied yourself. You’d only have one shot at this, and if you missed, it was all over. Taking a deep breath and focusing on the one moment you would have for this to work, you waited.

Not yet.

He was reaching the end of the spear.

Not yet.

He was loosening his grip on one hand to stretch out toward you.

Not yet.

You could feel the heat of his palm as he began to place it on your good shoulder.

Now.

In a flash, you jumped up and around him, securing yourself on his back and throwing him off balance so he couldn’t lay hold of you. Spear forgotten; you grasped his knife still stuck in your shoulder. With a cry, you yanked it out of yourself and stabbed it into his neck. And you stabbed again. And again. Tears were streaming down your face like a river flooded as you made sure he was well and truly dead.

As his heavy body dropped, you released your death grip but not before you fell into the water with him. You closed your tired eyes as you floated in the combination of blood and sludge. Nothing felt real. You were a victor, and you didn’t feel real. For a moment you could almost see your consciousness floating above you in a haze, like you were the one to die rather than Billy. But as soon as it was there it was gone. Instead, a transporter floated just where you had been, and now it was grabbing the winner of the 70th Hunger Games up into its claws once more.

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Finnick was the first to greet you with nothing but concern on his face. As everyone else tossed cheers and ‘congratulations’ at you, he held onto you and walked you from the crowd. And he didn’t let go even when you sobbed into his shirt, staining it with tears and blood.

A doctor had to stitch your shoulder and cheek and wrap your bleeding ear, but with the Capitol’s technology, it took less than 2 days to heal. And Finnick never left your side for those days, talking about nonsense and the sponsors and the Games and how your family came to visit but you were unconscious from the medication and everything else he could think of that he couldn’t talk to you about before.

You told him about your heart-wrenching fear at every waking moment and nightmares you would have each night in the arena. Sleep was unwilling to take you, and you hardly wanted it to. Not when the arena croaked and screeched with animals and tributes on the prowl. Nothing but pure survival was in your veins, and that feeling was reluctant to leave you even now.

When you were dismissed from the hospital, he didn’t leave your side then, either. He talked to your family and Annie like they had known each other for a lifetime already. It made you happy watching them together. All the people you loved right in front of you, and you were still alive to witness it.

Even with the dark cloud looming over you, they were still the sun’s rays shining through. Small, but strong enough to keep you going.

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Weeks after the Games and your victory tour concluded, you were nestled in a small reading nook in your home in Victors’ Village. The Games still haunted you, but you found solace in books. In romantic novels that didn’t have death sentences or tyrannical leaders – just two people who were in love and determined to display that in any way they could.

It was a way for you to escape reality, if even for a fleeting moment. Surrounding yourself with friends and family could only help for so long, and more often than not, being around so many people had you reliving the fight between your group and the Careers. The heaviness of the air and the cacophony of sounds had your stomach turning and chest tightening. Usually, Finnick would notice and quickly relieve you of the event by sheltering you outside.

It was a rather common occurrence, which is why you were happy to be in solitude. You told your family that you’d like to live in the house alone, if only for a couple of months, but they were more than welcome to visit you – which your mother did. A lot. She’d bring attempts at dinners and pies, but you were grateful for her and never discouraged her love. You couldn’t imagine the pain that she went through watching her daughter almost lose her life in the arena, so you entertained all of her antics. Almost every time she visited her eyes would drift to where your shoulder scar lay beneath your clothes, and she always kissed the mark on your cheek before she left as well. The reminders were plain to see.

But your solitude was never truly lonely.

“Hot chocolate?” Your eyes broke from the pages in front of you to look at Finnick, who was now offering the delectable drink to you.

You smiled at him and nodded, shifting your position to reach for the mug of cocoa. He sat beside you, offering more warmth than just that in your hands as he glanced at the book resting in your lap.

“Pride and Prejudice, again?” He smirked. “You have a library full and you’re reading this for, what, the fifth time this month?”

You hit his shoulder with your own as you giggled into your cup. Taking a sip and humming as the warm liquid traveled down your throat, you set your cup aside to face him.

“It’s a wonderful story, what can I say.” You confessed to him.

“And,” He reclined back in his seat as he regarded you. “Highly illegal. I still don’t know how you got your hands on that.” Shaking his head, he took his own drink of the hot chocolate and evaluated you with a raised brow.

“Perks of being a victor, as you should already be aware of.” Your smile vanished. “You get secrets, and I get tales to bury myself in.”

Any trace of playfulness withdrew from his manner. Soft eyes looked into your own as he set his cup aside, reciprocating the action to yours.

“Y/N,” he whispered softly.

Before he could say anymore, you snuggled into him, hurting for the man before you. “I’m sorry, Finnick. I didn’t mean to bring it up, I just– I just can’t understand why they would do that to you.”

Your watery eyes finally traveled back up to his, as he caressed your head with a tender touch. Finnick had finally told you what his days consisted of as a victor – of forced touches and unwanted attention; he was used in the Capitol for his looks and composure. You didn’t take it well, seconds away from marching to President Snow and killing him yourself for putting loving, sweet Finnick through that pain.

It wrecked you even more to know that he dealt with it all for the people he cared about. For his family. For his friends. For you. And that there wasn’t anything you could do to stop it without putting everyone else in danger. The worst that was done to you was parading you around like a show dog on a leash to different events. Perhaps if you weren’t scarred, they would have wanted the same for you, but for once, you could count yourself lucky that Billy hadn’t fully missed.

“Y/N,” he spoke once more as he lifted your chin to gaze down into your eyes. “Please, don’t suffer for me. You know I would do anything to protect you from them, and if this is the cost, then so be it.”

You shook your head as you wiped the tears from your eyes. “You don’t deserve this. You shouldn’t have to do anything else for them. Especially not that.”

You couldn’t even say the words out loud, it was so repulsive. It made sense now, why he was always with new and different Capitol citizens at those parties. Why he never looked truly there in the way he handled himself. And it made you want to shove your spear into anyone who would ever try and do that to him again.

“It’s okay, Y/N, really.” He gently smiled at you the way he reserved only for you – with all the love and radiance he could put into it. “I get to spend the rest of my time– the rest of my life with you. That’s all I could ever ask for.”

“Finnick,” you whispered, hardly knowing what to say to him.

He gingerly brushed the hair back from your forehead as he placed a kiss upon it, hushing you. “For you, my love, I would do anything.”

Your body trembled in his hands from the emotion tumbling around inside you. After the Games, it was hard to let yourself get close to him, for the honest fear of losing him. But he was patient. He waited for you and took his time working through the tremors of the Games that still resided within you. It was hard, it still is, to make it through a day without finding yourself back in that arena, but being around him made it easier – more manageable. He was the part of you that kept you afloat and you were hanging on with both hands to make sure he stayed.

You lost yourself in his eyes – green and blue twirling in an intimate dance, the most beautiful you had ever seen. Truly, there was no other place you would rather be than with him. Every ounce of comfort that you felt stemmed from Finnick, and he felt just the same. To part with one another now would be to rip a heart in two, never fitting the pieces to another.

I love him.

It was a scary thought and, really, shouldn’t have shocked you as much as it did. You knew for a long time already that you did but admitting it to yourself was the true challenge. Everyone knew it, hell, Annie would constantly ask you when the two of you would just marry already – she had never seen two people as made for the other until she saw you and Finnick. But you were slow to let that part of yourself go. He already had your heart, but now, you would finally allow yourself to have his.

Tenderly, you reached your hands to cup his face – the slight stubble growing on his cheeks tickling your palms. As not to scare him off, you so slowly pulled his head down to yours. Only an inch apart, your mouths breathed onto one another, painting your lips with his scent.

“Y/N,” he ground out in a whimper.

“Finnick,” you echoed back. “I love you.”

The sharp inhale was the only sign that he had heard your small voice. That, and the urgency at which he bridged the gap between your mouths. A whine escaped from the back of your throat at how soft he was – how his lips molded into your own as if fated to do so. You were already addicted to the feeling.

Finnick wasn’t faring much better. His whole head was fuzzy with love and reverence for you as he pulled you up to sit on his lap, bringing you as close to you as he could. Tenderness soon turned into something more as he began to map out the curves of your body with his hands. As you gasped from his touch, he took the chance to sneak his tongue into your mouth, charting that territory out as well.

Happily returning the favor, you too began exploring the body of the glorious man before you. Tongues twisting, hands moving, both your breaths became labored as the need for even more started hazing both your minds. Pulling away for just a moment, you took your chance.

“Y/N,” he practically growled out as you began to shift your hips over his growing hardness. “We don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable yet.”

And you knew he meant it. While the two of you had never crossed that line before, you wanted to use more than just your words to show him how much you love him. You wanted to cherish him, to give him all of you.

“I want to.” You pleaded. Then, you quickly pulled away as a thought occurred to you. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t even think about how you might feel about this. Fuck, Finnick, I–”

Before another word could leave your mouth, Finnick covered it with his own, pushing all the love he has to give into you. He coaxed you right back into the kiss, cradling your head close, softly rubbing the flat scar on your ear’s tip. Through a deep breath, he broke the tender instant to glance back at you. Your mind clouded until he spoke.

“Don’t ever think I don’t want you, Y/N,” he reassured. “There is nothing in this world that I want more than you. What happens in the Capitol doesn’t leave me broken, not when you’re still here. And, if you want me, you already have me – I just don’t want you to feel forced into it.”

As he explained his thoughts to you, his hands were delicately rubbing up and down your sides as to console any feelings revolving around your head. He loved you without needing something physical. You were more than enough for him without anything else than just your presence.

“I love you, Finnick Odair,” you confessed for the second time aloud. “And I want to be yours – mind, body, and soul. For as long as you should have me.”

As Finnick’s eyes grew watery from the words torn from your heart, he acknowledged just the same. “I will love you forever, Y/N L/N. And should I die tomorrow or fifty years from now, my thoughts will be filled with you. Only you.”

And with the words spoken and sealed in a lover’s embrace, you sculpted your lips around each other once more. Finnick was slow to undress you, taking the time to truly admire the woman that you were. Removing your top, he trailed his lips from your neck to the scar on your shoulder and drifted further down to your breasts.

You held your breath as you watched him take your nipple into his mouth, suckling and teasing the bud with his tongue. Sighing, you tangled your hands into his hair, urging him to continue his actions. Doing just that, he reached one of his hands up to fondle your untouched breast, coaxing out more whines from you from the feeling.

Unaware, your hips continued to grind down on his lap, searching for some sort of friction for the growing heat in your core. While you had reached highs on your own hands and fingers before, you never touched a man like this – let alone felt the urge to have every part of him in you. And damn it, did you ever want to feel Finnick fucking Odair.

As he switched between ministrations on your nipples, he groaned into you every time you caught on his swelling cock. His head was filled with nothing but the thoughts of you and how he wanted to taste and touch you. How he wanted to tempt out every little noise you could make as you reached your peak over and over again. How he wanted to drown in you.

Giving into his raging thoughts, he flipped the two of you around so your back lay comfortably on the cushions beneath you. Hot chocolate cooling and book thrown to some corner in the room, it was just you and him. Nothing else mattered.

Wandering down your body once more, he rid you of your pants and undergarments, leaving you bare in the sun. You were a goddess to him. A picture of perfection. He would never get tired of gazing upon you. Even when the two of you had grown old and grey, you would still be the most beautiful thing, sculpted by the poets themselves.

You watched as his eyes traced your body, and you began to grow self-conscious. Before you could even attempt to close yourself off from him, he grabbed onto your thighs and looked deep into your lust-blown eyes.

“Please, don’t hide from me.” He begged you. “You are the most exquisite being, never forget that. I feel like the luckiest man in the world to be able to even glimpse your beauty.”

Sentiments swelling your throat, you nodded up to him and relaxed into his touch. Seeing your newly eased state, he kneeled on the ground as he pulled your legs over his shoulders. Gazing upon your core, a growl emerged from the back of his throat. Your slick heat was practically begging to be filled by him, and who was he to deny such a pretty little thing?

He kissed up the innermost parts of your legs, inching closer and closer to where you needed him most. Before you could issue a complaint to stop teasing, he licked a warm stripe up your pussy, and you gasped. Head thrown back and hands immediately finding purchase in his hair, you were hooked.

He nuzzled his nose into your clit as he began to touch your core with his tongue, forcing out mewls and whines from your mouth. Reaching up his hands, one gripped onto your legs to prevent them from wrapping around his head, while the other spread your lips so he could dive even deeper into you. Flicking and cooing, his tongue continued to taste your slick as he moaned into you from your flavor.

You began rubbing your hips up and down his face as you continued to chase your high. He was too good at this – you’d never last long at this rate.

“Finnick, ahh,” you chanted his name like a choir of angels, and your voice went straight to his cock.

Wanting nothing but his name on your mind, he inserted a finger to begin loosening you up. The slight stretch already elicited a whine of pain from you. His digit was so much longer and thicker than your own, and you had a feeling his length was even more so.

As soon as he felt you relax around one, he slipped in a second. Scissoring around your cunt, he sucked on your clit to keep you slackened. You already felt so full. But as soon as all the discomfort turned to pleasure, you wanted more than just his fingers in you.

“Fuck,” you moaned out. “Finnick, I, shit, I want to feel you.”

He sighed into your pussy at your pleading state. Closing his eyes, he continued slipping his fingers in and out of you, getting you even further toward your orgasm.

“Not yet, love.” He insisted in a gravelly voice. “I want to taste you on my tongue first. You can do that, yeah baby? Want to cum in my mouth? I know you can do it. You’re such a good girl.”

You whined as you shut your eyes and continued stirring your hips on his face. He placed his lips back over your clit and thrust his fingers even faster into your heat. The sound of his knuckles squelching against your wetness was driving him insane, but he wanted to– no, needed to taste your essence before putting his cock into you.

As you felt your climax crawling nearer, your pussy clamped down around Finnick’s fingers, not wanting to let go. Your hips became erratic as you felt the familiar tightening in your lower abdomen – rising from your toes to the tip of your head. Finnick moved and slurped like a man starved, aching for you to lose yourself on him.

With a few more movements and a cry loosened from your lips, you released right into Finnick’s waiting mouth. He cleaned up every last drop, not wanting any to go to waste. You continued to ride out your high as he removed his lips from your bud. Once he felt you tire from your spend, he slipped his fingers out of you.

You watched with hungry eyes as he licked his fingers clean, eyes rolling back as his cock leaked from the wonder of your taste. Moaning as he popped them out of his salivating palate, he quickly moved to rid himself of his shirt. Reaching his arms back behind his neck and tearing the shirt from his torso up around his head, his eyes never left yours.

“I knew you would taste absolutely fucking divine.” He proclaimed to you as he started stripping his pants off. “I bet you feel just as good.”

Gasping, you finally laid eyes on his cock. Thick and girthy, you had no idea how it was supposed to fit in you. While it wasn’t ridiculously long, the stature of it made up more than enough. And as Finnick saw you fixed upon his hardened length, he twitched, which made you whimper up to him.

Bending back down to hover over you, he covered your mouth with his lips, allowing you to taste the salty remains of your own release. Moaning into his mouth, you gripped onto his bronze locks once more, lifting your hips to graze your now swollen clit against him.

He groaned and swiftly grabbed onto your hips to push you down. Backing from the kiss, he asked you one last time, “Are you sure?”

Breathless, you answered. “Yes. Please. I’ve never been surer about anything.”

Staring into your eyes and seeing nothing but certainty, he nodded.

“This is going to hurt, at first.” He stated. “Just try to stay relaxed and I promise you, you’ll start to feel good soon enough.”

Bobbing your head, you dug your nails into his shoulders to brace yourself as he glanced down and began to line himself up to your still-sweating heat. As he pressed the tip into you, you inhaled a sharp breath. Finnick immediately looked up to your face.

“It’s okay. Breathe, my love.” He took his hand and caressed your face. Settling a tender kiss on your lips, you started to breathe normally once again. Taking it as his cue to continue his insertion, he pressed back into you.

Slowly, so achingly slowly, he rocked his length into you. Taking the time to pull back and forth, he was easing you through the tight pain in your cunt. You were biting down on your bottom lip and your eyes were sealed shut from the sting of it.

“Fuck,” he breathed out. “You’re doing so good, baby. Just a little bit more and, shit, I’ll be all the way. God, you’re so tight, fuck.”

Finnick was trying his hardest to go slow for you, but the way that your cunt was compressed around him was like a drug. He wanted more, he wanted to move, but he would never place his own needs above your own. He watched your face for any sign of unordinary discomfort, but he saw none, so he inched further and further until he was fully sheathed into you.

Groaning, he dropped his head into your neck and panted out. As you adjusted to his size, the discomfort subsided. Sighing out as well, you started to lift your hips in your attempt at receiving friction. Finnick moaned and bit down into the softness of your neck.

“Move, Finnick, please.” You whimpered into his ear, already drunk on the feeling of his cock in you. You were so full, practically pushed to the brim, but you wanted more of him. You wanted him to make love to you.

Listening to your words, he dragged his cock through your walls as he moved in and out of you. Feeling your warmth rub against him was nothing short of amazing – there wasn’t anything that would ever compare to the feeling of you.

The two of you moaned in tandem as he thrust a particularly harsh plunge into you. You were scraping his back, leaving red angry lines as you wrapped your legs around his fit waist. Even in your inebriated state, you couldn’t help but admire him. For more than just his handsomeness, Finnick was the most gorgeous thing inside and out, and you couldn’t believe that he was yours. You would do anything for him to smile at you, to give you soft kisses to your temple, to just be.

So, you took hold of his head from where it was leaving marks on your neck, and you clashed your teeth together in a heated kiss. He was quick to reciprocate and grip onto your ass as he continued drilling himself into you, mouth never leaving yours.

You were the one to break the kiss as you leaned back to moan from the feeling.

“Fuck, Finnick. I love you so much.” You were rambling now, high off nothing but the way he was making you melt into his arms. “Please don’t leave me. I couldn’t, ah, live without you. Need you here. Always here. Mmm, my Finnick.”

He continued his movements as he gazed at you, love and lust battling for dominance in his sea-green eyes. “I’ll never let you go, Y/N. You are mine as I am yours. God. I was made to be by your side. Oh, Y/N. To always be with you. Would never leave you. My heart, fuck, is yours forever.”

The two of you were incoherent, rambling sentiments of love and sweet nothings to the other. Both of your climaxes were approaching, wanting to cum at the same time as the other. Skin on skin and sweat dripping upon each other, this was a plea of love, a confessional. Never to leave, always to stay – your hands were tied together as Finnick kissed you softly once more.

In contrast, his hips picked up the pace, as his fingers found your throbbing clit once more, pushing you to reach the top with him. His movements became inconsistent as he grew closer, knowing you were on your way as well by the way you were clenching down on him.

“Come on, baby,” he cooed at you. “Cum with me. You’re so close, love, I can feel it.”

“Yes, yes!” you whined at him. “Wanna cum, wanna cum with you. Ah, almost there, Finnick, don’t stop.”

Moving your hips with him, you both panted as the light grew brighter. He sped his twirling fingers up around your bud, begging you to peak with him. And as the two of you whined and whimpered louder and louder, Finnick thrust hard and deep into you. With this one last push, you both roared a moan as you came in and around the other.

Slowing his motions, Finnick allowed you to ride out your orgasm as he spilled his seed in you. Your legs twitched around his hips as you came down from your high. Head tilted back, you breathed hard and fast as your heart pounded. Finnick wrapped his arms around you as he held you close, still buried inside you.

For just a bit, the two of you stayed like that – together as one. Your pants eventually withdrew and were left with nothing more than the beating of the blood in your veins. He tenderly pulled out of you, leaving you empty of nothing but the soreness in your hips. Rubbing small circles on the aching joints, he kept his head close to yours. He then started kissing all over your face, making you giggle.

Chuckling along with you, he saved you from the attack by pulling away and looking at you with pure love and adoration. Mirroring his visage, you tenderly stroked his cheek as he sighed into your palm.

“I’m going to marry you, Y/N.” It wasn’t a question, but a fact he knew true in his heart.

Your eyes widened at his words, stilling your actions for a moment.

“Not tomorrow,” he laughed at your shocked expression. “Perhaps not a week or month from now, but one day I will. And that day will be the happiest of my life.”

Tears brimmed along your eye line, but it wasn’t sadness blurring your vision. Joy, excitement, and love were making their presence known in this strange way, and you didn’t know how else to respond to his worrisome look except to smile at him. Smile with your heart and soul to the man who was everything to you. And he smiled back the way Finnick Odair only smiles at you: uninhibited and overflowing with fondness.

Nestling into him as he repositioned you both on the seat, you contently sighed into him. This is what you fought for in that arena. This is why you promised that you’d win.

For vulnerable moments like this. For nothing between you and the man you love except the warm skin of your bodies. For the chance to live and not survive. For him.

With those thoughts in your mind, there was only one way you knew how to respond to him: with your truth, not a secret, and not in fear.

“Yes, I will marry you, Finnick Odair.”

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Harry Potter Fanfiction: Homecoming

Summary: The Granger family is reunited, one of which is accompanied by someone unexpected. AU. COMPLETE.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is © J.K. Rowling and various publishers including, but not limited to, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books in association with Warner Bros. Entertainment.

HOMECOMING

Hermione Granger frowned as she caught sight of her mother peering through the blinds of the front window for the third time in as many minutes.

"Mum, is everything alright?"

"I think someone's watching the house," Mrs. Granger murmured.

Mr. Granger's brow furrowed at the reply. He sat the newspaper he had been reading aside and joined his wife at the window. "Hrm. I believe you're correct, darling."

Hermione and her parents had returned from Australia less than a week ago. After regaining their memories and learning the reason behind their being obliviated, her parents' paranoia was understandable. Who wouldn't feel that way upon being told they had been targeted by a fanatical group of magical supremacists? She knew there would be an adjustment period, that they wouldn't be able to resume to their normal lives without consequence.

"I'm sure it's nothing," she soothed. "Remember, there are protective enchantments surrounding the house. Unless accompanied by someone that actually resides here, the house will go unnoticed."

"You certain about that, poppet?" her father dubiously asked.

This was followed by an exclamation from her mother. "Oh, he's heading up the walk!"

At hearing this, Hermione's eyes widened in shock. Skepticism was forgotten as she sprang into action, withdrawing her wand and hurrying to the entryway. She braced herself for a confrontation while attempting to make sense of the situation. How could someone be approaching their home? This should not be possible. As far as she could tell, her wards had not been breached.

"He's alone?" she questioned.

"Yes." Mr. Granger squinted, taking in the stranger's appearance. "Tall, slender bloke with pale skin and dark hair. A bit grim in the face."

"Sweetheart, maybe you should call for backup," her mother anxiously suggested. "Harry, perhaps? Or Ron?"

Harry was currently staying at the Burrow. If she called Harry, Ron would undoubtedly find out and tag along. And, she really did not want to deal with Ron. He was probably still in a snit regarding her refusal to enter a serious relationship. A logical decision, in her opinion, considering they had just fought a war and were mourning the deaths of numerous friends and loved ones. Shared trauma was not conducive to a healthy relationship, after all.

Fact is, there was not enough time for help to arrive anyway.

"It's fine, mum," Hermione said as she leveled her wand at the door. She would not allow any threat pass the threshold of her home.

"He's carrying something. What's he carrying?"

"My word, could that be...?"

Hermione wondered at what had captured her parents' attention, but dared not shift her focus from the door. Wartime instincts at the fore, she was prepared to fight. The intruder would reach them in a matter of seconds. She began to silently count. One one thousand... two one thousand... three one thousand... four one thousand... then, instead of the anticipated assault, there was a polite knock.

It was at this point that she saw her parents had vacated their post at the window and made their way to the entry as well. She noted that they seemed to have done an about-face, their apprehension replaced by an inexplicable calm. A small, secretive smile even played on her mother's lips.

Another knock resounded.

"You going to answer that, poppet?" Mr. Granger had a twinkle in his eyes that would have put Professor Dumbledore to shame.

Hermione was very confused. "Mum? Dad?"

"Don't you trust your own spellcasting? You did say that the house wouldn't be noticed by anyone that wasn't in the company of a resident, if you recall."

She stated the obvious. "But, we're all here..."

"Are we?" Mrs. Granger prodded.

When there was yet another knock, Hermione kept her wand poised and cautiously advanced. Her heart beat rapidly as she neared the door. She now grasped her mother's meaning, though she could not accept what was hinted at to be true. She had been devastated by the loss of him...

She warily looked into the peephole and was startled at the identity of the person standing outside her home. A gasp escaped her.

"Quit dilly-dallying, Hermione," Mrs. Granger teasingly reprimanded. "It's bad manners to make a guest wait on the stoop!"

Lowering her wand, she used her free hand to unsteadily release the latch. She timidly eased the door open, struggling to control her nerves in the process. Then, for the first time in almost a year, she met the dark, soulful gaze of Viktor Krum.

Relief stole across his austere features upon seeing her. She registered how his entire demeanor softened in her presence, his usual rigidity dissipating, and a wave of nostalgia struck. How often had she witnessed this same reaction during her fourth year at Hogwarts?

"Hermy-own-ninny," he breathlessly greeted.

"Viktor," she responded in kind.

"I apologize for visiting your home vithout an invitation," he prefaced.

"You're always welcome," she countered in a rush.

There was movement in the cradle of Viktor's arms. Breaking eye contact, Hermione glanced down and had to blink away tears. Her beloved half-Kneazle was in the midst of wresting himself loose from Viktor's hold. Once his task had been accomplished, the feline leaped at her.

Hermione came close to buckling from the weight of the large, ginger familiar. Maintaining her balance, she hugged him tight. "Oh, Crooks! You're okay! I thought the worst!"

Crookshanks purred.

"I tried to bring him sooner," Viktor divulged. "However, you ver not here. Potter said you ver out of the country."

"You spoke with Harry?"

"And Ronald, ven I stopped by the Veasleys'," he elaborated. "I fear Ronald vos upset ven Crookshanks objected to being left there, preferring to remain vith me in Bulgaria until you got home."

"Neither of them mentioned it," Hermione muttered.

Viktor's mouth curved upwards. "The blame lies vith me. I vonted to surprise you."

"I'm definitely surprised," she acknowledged. "Grateful, too."

He dismissed her gratitude. "There's no need. Crookshanks has been a good companion these past months."

"Months?"

"He's been vith me since the Delacour-Veasley nuptials," Viktor admitted. "I spotted him ven the Burrow vos under attack. Ve apparated to safety together."

Hermione affectionately kissed the top of Crookshanks' squashed head. "In all that chaos, you went out of your way to save him..."

"Of course," he declared. "You luff him, I couldn't leave him behind."

"You're absolutely wonderful," she praised.

"As are you," he reciprocated with complete sincerity. "I've missed you, Hermy-own-ninny."

Her cheeks reddened. "And I you, Viktor. I promise to be a better correspondent in the future."

"I realize you couldn't write due to the danger. I'm just glad the danger has passed and you're unharmed." His forehead creased in concern and he gave her a careful onceover. "You are unharmed?"

"I'm mending," she honestly revealed. "Plenty suffered more than me, so I can't complain."

"Who suffered more isn't relevant," Viktor gently rebuked. "If you have complaints... if you vont to share vith someone... you should do so. Don't keep it to yourself. And, not to be forward, but I'm at your disposal should you vish it."

Crookshanks mewed in agreement.

He unabashedly continued, "Votever you decide, I'm eager to restart our correspondence ven you're ready. Your letters are special to me."

Hermione sent him a warm smile. "Thank you, Viktor. I may take you up on that offer."

"Ven you've sufficiently recovered, I may even press my luck and ask you to dinner," he jested with an underlying seriousness. "Clearly this vill merely be a ruse so that I can visit vith Crookshanks, as I vill hate to be separated from him for too long."

Her blush reemerged, not believing his ruse in the least. "Clearly."

Mrs. Granger, who had apparently been eavesdropping, chose that moment to interrupt. "Hermione, where are your manners? Invite your friend inside. Ask him to dinner."

Mr. Granger chimed in. "We insist. Crookshanks is quite discerning, so we want to meet the chap he found suitable enough to bring home."

"I'm fairly positive Viktor brought Crookshanks home, not the other way around," she dryly remarked.

"You underestimate Crookshanks," Mr. Granger lightly scolded, as if their present circumstance was owed to the machinations of her familiar.

Hermione's eyes briefly shut in embarrassment.

The half-Kneazle proceeded to jump from her arms and enter the house, intent on reuniting with her parents now that he had heard them. His bottlebrush tail haughtily swayed back and forth as he went.

"Forgive my rudeness, Mr. Krum. Would you like to come in and join Crookshanks... and the rest of us... for dinner?" Hermione inquired.

Viktor grinned broadly. "If it isn't an imposition then yes, Miss Granger, I vould like to join you all for dinner. Especially Crookshanks."

THE END

#harry potter #hermione granger #viktor krum #vikmione #krumione #crookshanks #fanfiction #heroe

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Interview: George Ezra

Superstar singer-songwriter George Ezra has turned a three-month walk into a streaming sensation. Here's the story behind his journey from End to End.

Interview: Nick Hallissey Photos: Lucy Zilberkweit PR

The funny thing about End to End, says George Ezra, is that he doesn't really know how to describe it.

"It's a weird one. There's music, there's friendship, there's a bit of biography... but there's also hiking. A lot of hiking. I'm not sure how you tell people all of that quickly."

Whatever the film is, it has swiftly become one of the first streaming sensations of 2023, earning adoring reviews for its humour, heart and honesty. It follows George and his friends Adam Scarborough and Christy Tattershall as they hike from Land's End to John O'Groats the scenic way, covering 1215 miles over 95 days in the strange post-lockdown summer of 2021.

As George says, it's a film with a lot of angles. Partly it helps George make sense of the whirlwind of his recent life, from first single Budapest in 2013 through hits such as Blame It On Me and the all-conquering Shotgun, with the attendant craziness of world tours. It's also a launchpad for his most recent album, Gold Rush Kid, which produced the massive hit Green Green Grass.

It's also a story of a nation emerging from lockdown. The trio met musicians who are finally able to contemplate the return of live performance -- and do so as part of the film, including the adorable Fisherman's Friends in Port Isaac and the elfin Kinnaris Quartet in Glencoe.

But it's also -- in fact, mostly -- about three mates on a walk. Yes, there's a belting soundtrack, but the abiding soundscape is George Ezra laughing out loud. A lot.

"I laughed on that walk more than I've ever laughed about anything," he says with pride. "You can't see that much beauty, in the company of two friends I genuinely love, and not react with joy. We didn't fall out, not once. Yes we'd have hours or days where one of us might talk less, or we'd spread out a bit, but that was the great thing: it all balanced out; the conversation and the quiet.

That said, the film doesn't shirk from honesty. There are points where things get grim -- especially in the days of remote, trackless and midge-ridden mountain bog between Fort William and Altnaharra. But even then, George and co manage to find joy when they least expect it.

"When we reached a high pass after a day walking through that dismal, wet bowl of a valley somewhere, and we finally got to look back, it all made sense," he says.

"You realise you have to go through that to get to this. It's beautiful, and you can only see it by walking. Anyway, you can't have a whole film just saying 'THIS IS GREAT!' because that's not true, and anyone who goes walking will know that." Walking first became a big part of George's life in 2014. After a long solo journey around Europe finding inspiration for his first album, he decided the best way to decompress and process his experiences was to go for a big walk.

"On a complete whim, I took two and a half weeks and walked the Cotswold Way. I stayed above little pubs and a local company ferried my luggage," he explains.

"It was so good, just to live life at that slow pace and enjoy what was around me. I loved my guidebook too, because it told me everything about the landmarks, and that really fascinated me -- the points of interest, not just the way to go." But actually, he reflects, it might all have started way before that.

"When I was a kid we walked a fair bit. Dad would take us to Snowdon and afterwards he'd hand out the certificates saying 'well done -- you climbed Snowdon!' For years I didn't realise he made them himself. I thought everyone got them." All these experiences fed into the End to End project. From Exmoor to Offa's Dyke, from the Peaks to the Highlands: not only is the filming beautiful, but you can see George eagerly gobbling up information from his Cicerone guidebook, Walking the End to End Trail.

And George's dad has a wonderful cameo during a phone call for Father's Day. "What's your advice, Dad?" asks George, to which Dad immediately replies: "Just put one foot in front of the other, son, and keep smiling."

Among George's personal highlights are High Cup in the Pennines, which he describes on camera as "the most incredible thing I've ever seen". "The guidebook said it was coming but we didn't appreciate what it was going to be," says George. "Christy was flying the drone as we got close to it, and he flew it ahead over the edge. He got vertigo just looking at the camera screen and had to sit down. Then we hit it for real and it was sensational. The frustration is you can't communicate just how vast it is on any camera. You need people to go there and see it."

Likewise Conic Hill, with its first, vast view over Loch Lomond. On film, George declares it "the best view of the walk so far".

"The truth is we probably each said that 200 times along the walk and that's just the one that made the cut," he confides to CW.

"I'm the worst, because I have a tendency to be a bit puppydog about things. But that is a really special place. It's moments like that where it just hits you: all this is free. It's out here waiting for us to find it."

George also remarks in the film that the walk is a way of equipping himself to handle the anxieties of touring and recording. And, he says, it's worked. "There are these moments of panic when you look at the amount of travel you'll be doing over a month, or you worry that you're not in control of your life," he tells CW.

"But this time, thanks to the walk, I've been able to take a breath and go, 'yeah, but it's fine'. The journey will be what it's going to be, and I'm fine with that."

The best thing is, the experience has left George hungry for more.

"As we were approaching John O'Groats each of us said we're never doing this again, and then within about a fortnight of getting home I started thinking the opposite. I'm now fairly sure at some point I will do it again."

Better still, he hopes the feeling might just be infectious.

"There's so much I love about the film, but one of my hopes is that it might inspire a few people to get out with friends and go for a walk. You don't need to hike the length of the country, there are amazing walks everywhere. Wherever you are, whoever you can find, just go."

George Ezra: End to End is available on Prime Video now. For album details, tour dates and festival appearances, visit georgeezra.com

THREE QUICK QUESTIONS

If you could go walking with anyone, alive or dead, who might it be and why?

Ernest Shackleton, the Antarctic explorer. Before the walk I read the book Endurance, and I kind of carried it with me. I just think anything I could experience on a hike, he would have weathered ten times over and he'd just be like, 'pull yourself together, come on, let's go'.

Is there a particular place where you think, 'yep, I'm happy here'?

I love the long, empty beaches on the north Norfolk coast. And almost anywhere along the West Highland Way.

What's the best walking snack?

One of the crew on the film was a friend called Meg. She's a fantastic baker and occasionally she'd make us this banana bread that had an entire bar of Galaxy as the base. Anytime we had that, it was bliss.

Source: Country Walking

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joppaisla · 8 months

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Bored, 19 (ish), and Weird: sort of nsfw..?

I hear screaming outside my door, not the murdery kind, that’s not this kind of book, or rather, journal. It’s a Friday night, and it seems like the rest of the world is having fun. Boys over at 1am, Drake playing from an RA’s room. It really does seem like every person on this floor is having fun. Except me.

Yes I know I’m being something of a sourpuss, spending my days complaining, or sleeping, or…well really nothing else. It’s a Friday night and what do I have to show for it? Well let’s look, I fished some strange cucumbers out of my fridge, I had put them at the wrong setting and when they defrosted they had become liquified insides and a still hard outside. It was like touching an alien’s penis, ok that wasn’t appropriate. Well my next activity of partying was just as grim, and embarrassing to share. After I threw away my strange squishy cucumber I was bored, and the first thing any human on this earth does when they are bored is masturbate.

It’s a go-to but also so depressing, most of the time I don’t even finish, its fun for a few moments, using my abused $15 bullet from Amazon but eventually it just gets sad. I start to see myself as the fruit fly living in my plants which has refused to die, lonely, slightly chubby, almost nineteen year old zapping herself for stimuli. That always takes me out of it.

Next thing you know you’re drinking Trader Joe’s tea from a mug you stole from your roommate googling “Am I depressed? NO WebMD”. You get caught up in the semantics of it, “If I even have to ask I must be depressed” “No, a really depressed person doesn’t need an online quiz from 2013 to affirm them, you must be faking!!”

I spend my time so wastefully I look up from my computer to see the sun has fallen, I get…sad. I wasn’t going to leave my room anyway, go outside and do what? Hang out with what friends? Go and get what food? Even though I was never going to leave my little cave I still feel sad knowing I can’t leave, at least not at the “raping hour”.

So what’s the purpose of all this? What’s it mean to be a college freshman with no friends, no money, no job, no boyfriend or girlfriend. Well it means you invest in vibrators and one dollar ramen I’ll tell you that, but other than that? I have no idea.

Freud told me that no-one who is happy ever daydreams, only the man with a unsatisfied life. I’d love to tell Freud beyond the grave how wrong he is but he truly isn't, at least not here. In fact I can’t wait for when I’m able to leave my classes and daydream. Mostly about romance and you know what but everything, from being a princess (yes I never grew out of those ones) to flying a plane, to being a celebrity, to writing the eulogy of an unknown family member. It’s honestly the best part of my day when I no longer have to pretend to live this life, I can do whatever I want, only of course in the confines of my brain.

That’s the worst part, being a brain, or a brain with a person attached. I am envois of every creature or insect I pass, I think “It has no idea how good a life it’s living”. I know it’s hard to hear from a white teenage girl in the middle of the midwest talk about the struggles of life and I don’t mean to mope but I truly think the bug has it better.

The bug has no needs it cannot meet, it wants food it gets food, it wants children it mates, none of this friends with benefits shit with bugs. Its life while yes full or fear and short lived will always be infinitely happier than the humans who step on it. It doesn’t have to every worry about matching socks or how their major and insect university will never make them any money. They struggle but are happy.

When I get in these moods I try to reinvigorate myself by a good stalking of social media, stalking every girl I hate, every guy I’ve had sex with, sometimes a person is both of these things…Its a little pathetic to announce, imaging me, a spinster turned old hag looking through frenemies daily lives, chuckling a little to see they failed a test, gained weight, or got back with their ugly ex. For a moment I feel better, than my own patheticness seeps back in. Not only am I an old hag sitting along in my dark cold room on a Friday night but I can’t even doing it in peace.

Now I’ve exhausted every method of fighting off boredom and loneliness, everything returns here, back to nothing. Hey maybe I’ll try masturbating again.

#dear diary #diary entry #diary #journal #journal entry #rant post #rant #bored #college student

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Shut up, for me?

Summary: you and Druig aren't supposed to get along, but kissing someone had a tendency to change that.

Warnings: none, I don't think so at least.

Words: 1850-ish

A/N: sorry, this took some time to write, but hey! those weird borders are gone :) Anyways enjoy and anyone who likes my ridiculous metaphor gets a cookie.

Another day, another fight and another pointless argument with Druig. You could already hear his voice in your head when you made your way back to the Domo. It seemed that, despite literally being created for the sake of defending the humans against deviants, nothing you could ever do would be good enough. “Don't do that.” “No, the other way.” “You can't ever do anything right can you?” It was exhausting. Unfortunately, every time you got back from fighting you didn't have the energy to say something mean back to him.

Of course, after you'd regained your strength, you'd feel properly furious at his words, but the moment would have passed, and he wasn't worth causing an unnecessary scene.

The worst part was that Druig would never be able to let things go, decades later he'd still remind you of the mistake you made once while fighting (with the sun in your eyes, mind you). “Maybe you should jump before the deviant hits you.”

So, you decided that if you couldn't fight him in the moment, you would do anything in your power to make him feel miserable at other times. See if he liked to have a stupid high-pitched voice in the back of his head telling him he's wrong, planting insecurities.

And it worked, no he hadn't stopped bothering you, but yes, he did get pissed off. You could see it in his eyes, “um, Druig I think you're supposed to control them.” Just to mess with him. It was a gamble really, seeing as you didn't properly understand how his powers worked you couldn't give direct blows to his ego, just little slaps.

That seemed to be the most annoying, you could only tease him, but he made comments which haunted your thoughts well past midnight. To be honest, you weren't sure how it had started. You bet it was just genuine feedback at first, like he was really trying to help you. But like a cliff, eroded by the same water that lets a flower grow, too much feedback felt like harsh, uncalled for hatred.

Everyone knew the, as Ajak once diplomatically put it, troublesome relationship you and Druig shared. What only she knew, however, was how hard it hit you. Especially when it first started to get to you. “I don't know why he's so mean, I'm doing my best,” you had cried in her arms one night.

You, in turn, didn't know that at first, it really had been well-intended. Druig was worried for you. Was. He had been drawn to you, who was the first to smile and introduce yourself when the Eternals mission on earth had begun. But you began to talk back, not in a kind thank-you manner or in a tone that reflected slight annoyance. No, you went for full-on, no remorse or holding back critique which, at times, made the mind-controller doubt he was even in control.

So, after another mission, you stepped back onto the Domo with a grim rather than yay-we-just-killed-a-bunch-of-deviants feeling. Today was going to be different though, most of your friends had gone straight for the village, ready to party. Normally they would've waited a bit and cleaned themselves up, but the fight hadn't been so brutal. So, you decided to give Druig a run for his money today.

“Where are the others?” You had barely set foot in the communal space when Druig's voice shifted your attention to a darker corner. “They’ve already gone to the village, probably to go to a party.” While you waited for his answer, you realised that the Domo was empty apart from the two of you. Any fight you would get in could be as dramatic as you wanted because no one was there to stop you. “And you're here why?” Druig left his corner to -casually- make his way over to where you were. Stopping some two meters away from you. “Did you get hurt? I told you not to-” “I know what you told me not to do Druig, but I don't care.” He was taken aback and so you continued, “Guess what? I have been fighting for years, decades, centuries! I will not get killed someday because I wasn't paying attention and I won't suddenly be saved because of some know-it-all on my team either!” Your hand movements accentuated your words.

“Really?” He started to get closer to you. “Because just last week you came back with a gash on your stomach and blood all over your face!” You instinctively backed up until you were against the wall. “And the week before that you could barely walk, Gilgamesh had to carry you home!” He closed the space between you two. “And now, here you are with blood all over your clothes,” he pointed out. You hadn't even noticed it. “That's not my blood, dummy. It's the deviant's insides because we killed it so effortlessly that it only took one cut!” “But it's still on you, you don't even have cutting related powers!” “Well, that's because someone's constant nagging caused me to be a bit out of it and I wasn't paying attention!” You were so close together; you could feel his breath and you were sure he could feel yours. His scent made its way into your nose and, as hard as it was to admit, he smelled nice. Especially compared to your battlefield, blood and sweat-soaked uniform. “Well, at least my nagging has good reason, you're not careful enough!” “Oh, and you care so much about my wellbeing, huh?” You scoffed at him. That was it.

He kissed you. He really did.

In Druig's defence, he didn't know what he was doing, it felt like his body was acting without his permission. But when his brain processed his actions, he didn't stop. He wanted to; he knew it wasn't right, but my god did it feel right.

It wasn't like you weren't enjoying it either. Hell, it wasn't even like you hadn't thought about kissing him. In the beginning you had, now you were supposed to be repelled by the idea. But ideas aren't the same as actions and in the moment, with him kissing you, you didn't want to pull away.

The door flew open, and you yelped, pushing Druig away from you, a bit too roughly sure. “Don't worry it's just me.” You heard Phastos’ voice and he climbed into the Domo. “You weren't fighting, were you?" He asks while eyeing you both suspiciously, probably at the way you were looking from the floor to Druig to him and back to the floor all within a second. “Right, well, this feels very awkward, and I am just getting some clean shoes because Kingo threw up over mine.” You looked at his shoes, instantly regretting it. “So, I'm gonna do that and you're welcome to join the party.” “Yes, I will do that, seems like a good idea,” you replied, finally coming down from the shock of it all.

It had been almost three hours on the dot since you kissed Druig. Well, he kissed you, but you admitted that you might have –unconsciously- leaned in. Only a bit. You couldn't shake it, obviously since it only happened a while ago, but what did this mean for your relationship? Did he still hate you? Did you still hate him? Let's face it, you never did. But you might have to keep up appearances.

Unsurprisingly, Druig was thinking about the same thing. Although, he was a bit more shocked than you were. He had, after all, initiated the whole thing. He too wondered about what this would mean for your relationship and all other things that naturally follow a spiral like the one he was in. For now, he was thankful the others hadn't seemed to notice yet, apart from Phastos’ disturbance. Curse him for interrupting your moment, he wasn't scared to admit it (just a little reluctant), but he had enjoyed kissing you.

What he wasn't thankful for was you, ignoring him like nothing happened. Like you were still in the same hate-but-do-you-really-mean-it relationship you had been this morning. But you weren't. You kissed. He kissed you and he liked it very much a lot. You did too, right?

When the night was almost coming to an end, and people began to leave, Druig took his chance. He grabbed you by the arm and, tactfully, managed to get you into a small hallway. “What, do you think you're doing?” You whisper-shouted at him. “Take a wild guess,” he replied with a smirk on his face. However, he continued in a much more serious tone, “I want to talk to you about this afternoon.” You sighed, of course, you would have to talk about it, but now? Your thoughts had barely settled since a night of spiral after spiral. But you figured the best was to get it over with.

“Okay, I know what you're gonna say so let me say it for you. Yes, we kissed. No, it didn't mean anything. Yes, we shouldn't tell anyone. No, we'll never talk about it again. Of course, you didn't mean to do it, you just needed to shut me up because I never listen and yes, your right we shouldn't let the others find out. Oh, and never do it again.”

Druig was silent, a bit too long for your taste. “Is that how you feel?” He finally spoke. “No, it's how you feel, and I am saving both of us quite some time by not arguing about it.” “Right, except for the fact that that's not how I feel.” What. “But it's okay we don't have to talk about it.” He turned to leave, “nononononono, tell me how you feel.” You had grabbed his hands and he was fully turned to you. You were almost as close as you had been this morning.

“Please.”

“Well, if you insist. Yes, it did mean something. Maybe we shouldn't tell anyone, yet. Yes, we do have to talk about it again, and we will. And I might not have been fully aware of what I was doing but I didn't just do it to shut you up.” You were speechless. “Oh, and yes, you never listen to me.” He purposefully left out the last part, but you hadn't forgotten. “And never do it again?” He grinned at you. “That depends on you.”

So, you acted. You kissed him this time. And it was just as amazing, you were sure any future kisses would be just as amazing. Of course, the not-being-so-shocked aspect of it really allowed you to enjoy it this time. It felt like thousands of years had led up to this moment and now you were going to let a thousand years go by again. That's how it felt. Time seemed to stand still and speed by because before you knew it, and long before you wanted to, Druig pulled away.

This time he wasn't met with a rough push to the side but with a, slightly out of breath, smile. Which he happily returned.

#druig #druig imagine #druig x reader #druig x you #druig x y/n #no y/n #tho #eternals #eternals fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfic #barry keoghan #barry keoghan fanfic

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sandbees · 3 years

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A few about the Great Seven interacting with Twisted Wonderland characters VIA Yuu. 👀 I only have one word summary; Chaos.

Who would meet the Great Seven first? Obviously the first years (along with Ortho and Grim). They’re Yuu’s best friends after all.

Actually, it was Friday, the last day of the week. And coincidentally, that night would be a special night at the House of Mouse. Ariel and her sisters would be performing that night.

Mickey told Yuu that that they could invite anyone to watch the performance. So Yuu went to get special permission to take their friends along with them.

After kidnapping Ortho After Yuu gathers everyone, they explain that they’re going out to see a special performance at their workplace.

Keep in mind that no one knows exactly what Yuu’s new job was except Grim and Crowley. So naturally everyone was in on it and curious. (Only Grim knows about Yuu meeting the Great Seven though)

Ace: So where do you work at?

Yuu: I work at a club.

Epel: ...As in a strip club or a book club?

Yuu: Wtf Epel? It’s like a club but no alcohol. It’s technically a restaurant but they have live shows and put on a lot of performances so-

Deuce: Oh! That’s cool, we get to see it together!

Yuu: Actually I’m not going to be with you guys. I’m on duty that day so I’ll be waiting tables. But I’ll join during break.

Ace: Really? Bummer.

Ortho: Aw, I wanted to hang out with you too! But it will be fun nonetheless. :D

Yuu tells them to wait downstairs as they go upstairs to get everything ready.

They are low-key nervous, because the House of Mouse isn’t...exactly normal by Twisted Wonderland standards.

Meanwhile, Grim was telling the first years about Yuu’s experiences there.

Grim: You know, the House of Mouse is really popular, I’ve heard about a lot of customers Yuu has met.

Deuce: This job must have been hard...I’m glad Yuu got it though!

Grim: Yeah, they pay them 5,000 madol! Isn’t that great?!

Sebek: 5,000 madol?! That’s a lot more than being a waiter.

Ace: In a week? I mean having a salary of 5,000 is pretty impressive.

Grim: Hehe, it’s actually 5,000 a day.

First Years: WHAT?!

Jack: To be able to pay that much...the owner must be wealthy.

Epel: Yuu lucked out!

When Yuu comes down, the first years are asking a billion questions.

How did you find a job with such a high pay??? Is the work good?? Is your boss nice to you?? Explain everything-

Yuu assured them that their job is just waiting a bunch of tables, and that they’re payed well because the place is very popular.

Anyways, Yuu tells them that they’re going now and leads them upstairs.

“Shouldn’t we be going to the hall of mirrors-?” “It won’t work.”

The group kind of loses their mind as Yuu casually pushes Ace into their mirror, Grim follows behind.

“Come on, or do I have to push you through the mirror like I did with Ace?”

Safe to say is that they go through the mirror and are greeted with a very lavish dressing room.

“Wait woah this isn’t Mickey’s dressing room.”

Yuu finds a note and read it out loud. Apparently Mickey moved the mirror to a new room so they could have privacy. Anything in the room is for their use.

“I’m going to cry. He’s so nICE I DON’T DESERVE THIS-“

Yuu is pretty happy with this arrangement, actually. They also begin to explain the club’s shtick to their friends.

“So this is basically a club for entertainment with live shows and also cartoons on the screen. Oh, and sometimes a cat named Pete tries to sabotage the show so he can kick everyone out and make this his club.” “Isn’t that illegal-“ “Not if there’s no police.”

So anyways Yuu leads them outside and they run into Goofy.

Sebek: Is that-?

Yuu: Hi Goofy, I’m bringing my friends to a table for the show-

Goofy: Yuu! There you are! You’re needed at table 14.

Yuu: What? But my shift hasn’t started-

Goofy: Reservations from Hades himself.

Yuu: Oh shit, ok yeah I’ll be there as soon as possible-

Ortho: Hades? As in the God of the Underworld?

Yuu: Yes, I’ll explain later, more importantly let’s go find you a table.

Ace: I think not telling us you actually met one of the GREAT SEVEN!

Yuu: I did tell you; and you didn’t believe me.

Everyone is vibrating in nervousness and excitement. Especially Ortho. I mean, this is the GREAT SEVEN we’re talking about!

Yuu decides to introduce them to Hades. But surprise surprise, it’s all of the Great Seven!

Yuu’s first year friends are going to pass out from shock. Oof.

With some inquiry, Yuu explains to the Great Seven that the friends they brought were from Twisted Wonderland.

Let’s just say that the First Years got invited to sit at their table. (Sebek is quaking at the idea of sitting with the Witch of Thorns)

So while Yuu leaves to start work (not after taking all of their orders first, of course), the Great Seven begin asking the first years + Grim questions.

The first years are expectantly tense, but they loosen up.

Ursula and Jafar are a little disappointed that no one from their dorm is present, but they seem to easily forget that after Yuu tells them that they know people from their respective dorms anyways.

Yuu also gives them a little more information they found about their respective dorms, so that they don’t feel...left out? (Satisfied is a better word for it)

Ursula pets Grim and Jafar feeds him crackers. Grim does not complain, he’s fine. He becomes more compliant as his tuna arrives.

And some of the other’s thoughts? Well...

The Queen of Hearts almost blew up in anger at Ace and Deuce. They are idiots that do nOT KNOW THE PROPER WAY TO SPEAK TO THEIR SUPERIORS AND THEY HAVE BROKEN AT LEAST 359 RULES ALREADY-

But somehow, the Queen of Hearts warms up to the idiotic duo. She sees them as...annoying children she has to babysit but they’re also really adorable that she can’t stay mad at them forever. Plus, Deuce is trying and Ace has these wonderful card tricks that would make her Jester cry.

So at first, she does not approve, but as the night progresses she does. 8/10 would meet the ADeuce combo again.

Scar and Jack...hm. Well, I don’t think they’d get along of Scar’s sense of morality and justice of the past was brought up. However, the villains all agreed to not bring up their villainous past because they didn’t want to scare away Yuu/make them wary and distrustful of them. Same goes for the first years.

Anyways, Scar is impressed at how buff Jack is. He isn’t surprised though - he expected residents of his dorm to be powerful. Scar lays down some well deserved praise and Jack eats it up with a tail wag. Jack also talks about his dorm and what the dorm represents. Scar’s ego rises 100x and Scar becomes somewhat...egotistical. Well, maybe not like in a “I’m shoving my ego in your face” type of ego but in a “This pleases me and I will treat you kinder” ego.

Basically, Scar opens up a little more to Jack as the night progresses. Like a mentor/student bond.

The Evil Queen and Epel...well, the Evil Queen was quite picky with how Epel was acting. Yes, he had the proper posture but really, he was using the wrong forks to eat that particular kind of food. She expected better from someone who came from her dorm. So she ended up chastising him and scolding him for being “improper”. Like Vil.

She was shocked to say when Epel accidentally snapped back at her, before returning to his more “princely” persona. Ah, so the child had more than meets the eye. She tried a different approach, as in trying to ease Epel into talking to her. Certainly, Epel was much more headstrong and willful than that naive Snow White.

So, the Evil Queen and Epel have a rocky start, but by the end of the show.

Hades and Ortho...well, that’s a combo you never see everyday. But I think Hades would basically adopt Ortho. As in suddenly he gets father vibes from the kid. He’s also particularly interested in his own dorm, and asks Ortho about it. Ortho’s pretty chatty with Hades, and is happy to tell Hades about his dorm! He also asks a few questions himself; which Hades happily obliged to.

...and then it turns into Ortho talking about Idia and how wonderful he is. And Hades is like, “damn, this kid has a wonderful big brother. How come my younger siblings act like shit to me-“

So Hades silently swore to the River of Styx to keep this child safe, and Ortho had a fun time interacting with Hades!

Sebek and Maleficent...well, it could have been worse.

Poor Sebek was tense and tight lipped for most of the night. He really wanted to make a good impression on Malleus’ grandmother. (I don’t think Sebek has met Maleficent yet so-)

Maleficent was patient, however. She knew Fae kind were raised to think of Maleficent as a high authority figure that should be treated with upmost respect. Unlike the other kingdoms; the Valley of Thorns praised Maleficent like a goddess. She didn’t blame Sebek for acting like he was.

So she started with baby steps. Talking about how wonderful it was to meet her grandson’s bodyguard, how Malleus must have grown to be a strong magician, how she wished she had stayed to know more about her grandson.

Actually, the breaking point between the tense atmosphere between the two was Malleus. Sebek opens up a little more as he continues to talk to Maleficent.

At the end of the night, they’ve only talked about Malleus, but Maleficent was content with that. After all, keeping up with what her grandson was doing was more than enough.

By the end of the night, the First Years enjoyed the special performance and their time with the Great Seven. Things went well especially when Yuu came to join during their break.

So when it was time to go, everyone had happily said their goodbyes as they were ready to return.

“Oh, before I forget...Yuu, I have almost completed the portals for the others so do expect one of us to pop in soon.” “Oh, ok!” “...THEY MIGHT VISIT US?!”

Everyone is low key excited to meet again though.

So, the first years go through the mirror and stay at Ramshackle, chatting away at their time at the House of Mouse.

_=_

Yeah, this was a looonngg write, I’m actually going to do the rest of the TW cast in another post. I hope you enjoyed this one! :)

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Hi, this has been on my mind for a few weeks. After chapter 105 and with Chekhov’s Gun and all, I think getting at least one grim reaper backstory is inevitable, most likely Undertaker’s. What I am wondering is, do you think Yana would be able to properly handle a backstory for *Grell* if she went there? As a trans person and a Grell enjoyer the thought has me worried, Yana is certainly more conscious of trans issues now than when Grell was introduced in 2007, but she still slips up sometimes. A backstory could potentially be really interesting but I am worried she will fall into the trap of writing the kind of dramatized, simplified trans angst you see in Hollywood movies. Also, trans su!c!de is an incredibly touchy subject, and Grell as a trans character carries a lot of baggage from her early portrayal, so I don’t know that she’d be a good medium for a narrative about transphobia. Transgender women as killers of cisgender women is an incredibly offensive trope dating back to the late 1950s, and the sissy villain trope goes back to the early days of the Hays Code. Another worry of mine is that Yana may still conflate being trans with being gay, depending on whether she decides to research trans issues or not. My friend and I both agree that reaper su!c!des might just go better untouched as a whole because of how personal they are. It also could feel jarring to see a mostly comedic character in such a serious context if done wrong. I would love to hear your thoughts because you’ve been with this series for longer than I have, and probably have stronger opinions on Yana as a writer!

Hey Anon! Thanks for passing by! Allow me to answer you, points by points.

“I think getting at least one grim reaper backstory is inevitable, most likely Undertaker’s. [...] My friend and I both agree that reaper su!c!des might just go better untouched as a whole because of how personal they are.”

For anyone who doesn’t know what Chekhov’s gun is : “Chekhov's gun is a dramatic principle that suggests that details within a story or play will contribute to the overall narrative.”

A principle which I don’t think is entirely relevant in Kuroshitsuji, if not related to the main mystery (aka the target of our!Ciel’s revenge), since Yana also enjoys developing her worldbuilding.

Anyway, to be honest with you Anon, I do not think we should get backstories for every character in the story. For example, Ciel’s servants getting backstories is logical, since it directly gives us more insight into our!Ciel as a main character who has issues with seeing his own worth.

When it comes to the Shinigamis, as you said, I agree it is inevitable that we are at least going to get UT’s backstory/flashback in order to get answers about his current objectives.

However, I know it might sound strange as one of UT’s big fans, but I truly hope we will only get a flashback about UT during his days as a Shinigami until his desertion and his meeting with Claudia Phantomhive, because that sort of backstory would be useful in answering what exactly UT found out about the Shinigami Organization that displeased him so much, making him go from one of the best Shinigamis to a deserter, which is all that matters. [x][x][x]

So yes, I really don’t think we need to know why or how any of the Shinigamis ended up killing themselves, UT included. By developing these recurring characters and getting insight about their little quirks and flaws, Yana already kinda hinted at why most of them decided to give up on their previous human life (at least for UT, Ronald, Grell and a little bit for William).

Besides, detailing their suicides brings no answer to the actual plot and no insight for the main characters’ development, therefore it is not actually necessary, storytelling-wise.

“Yana is certainly more conscious of trans issues now than when Grell was introduced in 2007, but she still slips up sometimes. [...] Also, trans su!c!de is an incredibly touchy subject, and Grell as a trans character carries a lot of baggage from her early portrayal, so I don’t know that she’d be a good medium for a narrative about transphobia.”

Oh, I agree with you. First of all, Yana already owned up to her mistakes about her initial portrayal of Grell, as @chibimyumi brilliantly explained here. In fact, @chibimyumi wrote a lot of posts about gender in Kuroshitsuji that you can find here! I really think they’re worth the read, I personally learnt a lot!

Anyway, Yana was very humble when she admitted that unfortunately she can’t erase what was already written, but she can try and write Grell more accurately nowadays, which I think is a very positive attitude to have!

However, as you said, sometimes she still slips up, because she’s a human and no author is perfect, on top of culture differences bearing a certain weight, as we could see with Bard’s rather controversial flashback recently.

Grell is such a popular character in the fandom though that Yana might still be tempted to give her a backstory in canon. As I said, while always interesting, I don’t think it will bring anything narratively speaking, on top of fearing that it is a touchy subject that has to be addressed properly indeed.

“Transgender women as killers of cisgender women is an incredibly offensive trope dating back to the late 1950s, and the sissy villain trope goes back to the early days of the Hays Code. Another worry of mine is that Yana may still conflate being trans with being gay.”

Concerning the latter, I do not think it is the case, thanks to @chibimyumi‘s posts from which I learnt a lot about Yana’s perspective and her own view of Grell’s character.

About the former, unfortunately I hear you and that’s why, personally, I tend to see the Jack the Ripper arc as Grell relating to Madam Red’s anger and seeing a certain beauty and freedom in Red’s madness, therefore supporting her in killing these ladies (for baby/pregnancy/abortion-related reason, rather than gender) more than bearing any real and personal resentment towards their victims.

In fact, Ann, a cis woman, started this on her own and it was about her hatred and her loss from the beginning.

At the very least, I really don’t think that Yana meant this arc to be related to such an offensive trope, which I see as a promising intent, considering how off the rails the beginning of Kuroshitsuji was, compared to now.

As a very general note to Grell’s fans whom, as you pointed out Anon, are numerous in the fandom, I’d like to add that I kinda have high hopes for Grell when it comes to her involvement in this arc on two aspects.

First of all, considering UT’s obvious contempt for the Shinigami Organization (see the links above) and Grell’s previous slip up with the rules, I think Grell will possibly play a role when it comes to uncovering the (probably horrible) truth that UT found out about the Shinigami Organization.

Secondly, considering the likely possibility that Canopus is BD! Madam Red [x][x], I enjoy the thought of Grell reflecting upon causing the death of someone she once related to immensely.

As such, a team-up with our!Ciel’s side in a near future is not so unlikely, which would obviously allow Grell to receive more focus and more development, which is what I care about personally.

“I would love to hear your thoughts because you’ve been with this series for longer than I have, and probably have stronger opinions on Yana as a writer!”

Thank you very much for the kind words. I hope I managed to convey my opinion to you somewhat understandably!

I wish you a great day Anon! Thanks again for passing by! ^3^

#kuroshitsuji #grell sutcliff #undertaker #shinigamis #madam red #angelina durless #yana toboso #anon #answers #kuroshitsuji theory #tw: suicide mention #my analysis

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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The MC is a Valkyrie

Demigod MC Series: Intro

Greek: Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares, Hestia, Nyx

Norse: Valkyrie

A bit of a change of pace this time! No worries, I'm not done with the Greeks or anything. I just had this idea and wanted to get it out.

Valkyries aren't really demigods, but are a part of Norse myth as the minor divinities that help choose and deliver fallen warriors to Valhalla to join the ranks of the einherjar (the souls who will fight when Ragnarok comes). Valkyries are depicted as women who are fierce warriors in their own right. Despite their place as the gatekeepers of the Chosen, they've been said to sometimes take heroes and mortals as lovers or take residence in Midgard posing as daughters of royals/nobility.

Lucifer

At first, they thought they grabbed an heiress - which would have been bad enough - but then the MC grew wings, drew a spear, and asked who among them wanted a glorious death...

How hard is it to find ONE damn human on Earth? Isn't that realm supposed to be full of them??

Diavolo was thankfully able to talk their winged friend down from skewering Asmo and accepting the exchange on behalf of the human wo-… Midgard.

Living with a Valkyrie is different for sure. The MC is a proud woman who takes her role very seriously and she's seemingly deemed him and his brothers as candidates for einherjar (despite being demons).

He's tried many, many times to explain to her that they're not interested, but she's unconvinced. Now the MC watches his brothers like a hawk waiting to cart one of them off to Valhalla! Any mortal wound could be an excuse...

He's had to save Beel and Satan twice from getting dragged to that infernal palace… For whatever reason, she seems to have taken to them the most. Is it old Norse culture to favor the brash and strong? He has no idea...

At the very least, she knows better than to try to drag him into her little plans. Though he's sure he could qualify for the einherjar (obviously, why wouldn't he?) he has no interest in leaving his life here behind.

To think he'd actually have to put surveillance on his own brothers for their safety… But they're not going to get drafted into some ancient Norse war, not if he can help it.

Mammon

She’s an heiress… An heiress!!

Well, her human world identity is an heiress to a well-respected (and rather magical) rich family but that still technically counts! She’s crazy loaded back there! He’s in love!!

The only problem is that in the Devildom she doesn’t have a cent.

… and the fact that she keeps trying to get him killed. That’s also a problem.

In a way, things are not as bad and exactly as bad as that sounds. The MC apparently wants him to go to Valhalla (dope) but she can’t just take him there… He technically has to die in some kind of “vallent battle” first.

Her solution? Pick fights with nearly anything that moves and drag him into it!

Honestly, it’s pretty annoying… Sometimes he just wants to have a fun night out without getting into a barfight, you know??

At least the MC can handle herself… Hell, he was her "babysitter" but she barely even needed him. A lesser demon once made the bad idea of trying to cup her ass and lost a hand for his trouble…

Though, what this amounts to is the MC starting something then fighting alongside him like back-to-back badasses while looking for any excuse to scoop him up and fly him to Asgard!

Why does he put up with this? Well for starters human world rich is still rich, all he has to do is get himself a portal then he's living the high life! And secondly, well… what's the harm?

Sure, she technically wants him dead but he's the secondborn! The list of people who can take him down is so slim that it's not like he's in any danger. She even fights with him so things are a piece of cake!

Is this a case where he's 100% more forgiving because she's rich? Yes. Absolutely. But a golddigger's gotta eat somehow, right?

Leviathan

Is it weird to be jealous over someone not wanting you to die...?

Okay, that's an oversimplification but Levi can’t help but feel snubbed that the MC doesn’t have any interest in taking him to Asgard. Like, none! And why not??

He’s strong! He’s tough! He’s part snake too! Don’t the Nords have a thing about that? Like, there’s a giant snake they’re all worried about?? Maybe he could communicate with it!

Logically, Levi knows that he really shouldn’t press her on this… MC is pretty much a Grim Reaper with a Norse coat of paint and Asgard doesn’t really sound like his speed. No anime, no video games, not even cable! It’s just eat, train, and drink all day… Ew.

But still… What makes him an odd one out?

At best, she just knows he wouldn't be happy there. At worst, she's underestimating his skill… or maybe she's gauged him just right? He's always known he was weak!! 😫

Oh well... at least she's not a bore to be around. Far from it. She treats EVERYTHING like a life or death trial - he's pretty sure that if he challenged her to rock, paper, scissors she'd commend him for his bravery and swear on her sisters that she won't lose.

He once made the mistake of inviting her and Simeon for a game of Devil Party and they both got so into it that they nearly had a duel to the death as a tiebreaker…

Thank Devil that the game had a pre-programmed minigame for that kind of thing… It would have gotten messy otherwise.

Well, even if his other brothers go to Asgard, he can just chill out here with Lucifer and Asmo… right…? Actually, no, that sounds horrible! MC, he changes his mind!! Take him too!!! 😭

Satan

How many times does he have to say that he doesn’t want to go to Asgard?!?

Well, okay that’s not entirely true. Out of scientific curiosity, seeing the godly realm of the old Nords would be fascinating but he doesn’t want to stay, which the MC seems to have trouble understanding…

He’s not even sure why she's singled him out for einherjar status… Any one of his brothers are powerful beings in their own right and he’s not particularly, uh, “even-tempered” himself...

His best guess is she saw him wipe out a handful of lesser demons at some point and declared him Ragnarok material. He always ends up throwing around at least three of those idiots a week so checks out…

If he's being honest, her very existence raises so many questions… Does this mean that Ragnarok is real? Will the human world be swallowed up by the sea? Will the gods of Asgard fight and die as a new world is established? When??

Unfortunately, the MC won't tell him when it all will come to pass (he suspects even she doesn't know) just that Loki will trigger it… Someone keep tabs on that guy.

Until then, he just has to put up with her attempts to convince him but his patience is wearing thin… He's pretty sure he threw a bookshelf at her once but she caught it anyway so yeah...

He did challenge her to a proper duel too but… well let's say she's a Valkyrie for a reason and leave it at that. (Being saved by Lucifer was so humiliating… He's done here, move on already!!)

Asmodeus

First things first, she's gorgeous. Beautiful! Divine! (Literally 🤭)

Now that that's out of the way… She may also have a screw or two loose.

Like, he gets it. She's a Valkyrie and snapping up strong souls is her thing but come on… Mammon? Really? Why would he get into Valhalla instead of him, huh??

Why can't he get to go to the beautiful afterlife of the old Norse with all their strapping warriors, lovely maidens, and endless partying?? It's not fair!!

Ugh… and now she's got him sounding like LEVI! How frustrating…

Well, it may not be that bad. According to MC, he'd have to do battle training in Valhalla and that wouldn't really agree with his beauty routine. Like dirt, sweat, blood, and muscles? No thanks! Not for him.

He asked MC if he could get some kind of pass, but no dice… Maybe he could still convince her to let him vacation there… Or go for a visit? Just one? Surely that couldn't be so bad right?? He's heard that Thor looks NOTHING like people think he does and he's so curious!!

The closest he's ever gotten was challenging the MC to a fashion contest for a visit, but he dropped that idea quick when she proposed that they somehow include a wrestling match in the dressing room (and he knows she didn't mean the fun kind...)

As much as he'd love to get skin-to-skin with MC, the idea of getting locked in a chokehold was less appealing for some reason. 🤔

Ah well, he'll just have to make due admiring her wonderful body clothed for the time being… There's something to be said about muscular ladies, no?

Beelzebub

So she’s almost convinced him to join the einherjar like twice now…

He’s not the best at making decisions when he’s hungry and the MC keeps hyping up the food… Apparently it’s really good up there and MC says that she’s never seen an empty platter... Just thinking about it makes his stomach do backflips.

Thankfully for him, Lucifer usually steps in before Beel can sign his soul away and reminds him that he can’t just abandon the family for a meal, even if it is a feast.

You'd think he'd be annoyed but Beel isn't really bothered by her habit of trying to bring everyone to Asgard. At least not on a personal level.

Like Lucifer, he doesn't want to see his family broken up so he'd rather she wouldn't… But she's a Valkyrie right? It's what she does. It's not like she can help it.

In a weird way, he also thinks she means well. She just respects them and wants them to have a good afterlife. It would be kind of sweet if they didn't have to die for it first…

If he's being honest, he's not that worried about it anyway. His family is pretty tough, not a lot in the Devildom can take them down. As long as they're careful, everybody should be alright. 🙂

Maybe he could get MC to make some Valhallan food for them in the Devildom… Or he could get one of those immortality apples?? Though those would extend his life wouldn't they…? Oh well...

Belphegor

Belphie's attempt to kill the MC went something like this:

Belphie: *switches to his demon form* "I can't believe you actually trusted me!"

MC: *blinks* "Oh. So you want to challenge me then?"

Belphie: "What?"

MC: "Ah, now I see! You want to fight to prove your valor then die by my hand??"

Belphie: "What are yo-??"

MC: *summons wings and golden spear* "I like your spunk, demon!! Fight me with all you have and perhaps I'll take you to Valhalla! May you join us in our fight as a brother!!"

Belphie: "What the hell are you talking about!?!"

To his credit, he put up a good fight and probably would have gotten into Asgard if Lucifer hadn't intervened to save his life.

It can be said that the MC's Valkyrie-hood took Belphie completely by surprise. Sure, he thought she was a little weird for a "human" but challenging him to a duel to the death? That came out of nowhere!

His uneasiness about her only grew after he found out that she's been literally trying to get Beel killed! How in the world were his brothers so relaxed about this?? She's insane!!

So say what you will about the MC, but she's managed to do the impossible. She got Lucifer and Belphie to make up and work together on something! (i.e. making sure she doesn't send them all to their deaths)

Between Lucifer monitoring his brothers and Belphie watching the MC, they'll keep everybody in the Devildom where they belong. That's a promise!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me demigods

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donutloverxo · 3 years

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Princess

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Based on a request. Dividers by @whimsicalrogers.

Summary - Your pussy is sore so Curtis uses your mouth.

Warnings - explicit sexual content (m/f) , age gap (reader is in her early twenties, Curtis is 34), innocent/naive reader, dub con, oral (m receiving), soft dark!Curtis, au, porn without plot.

Pairing - Curtis Everett x reader

Word count - 2k

You were jerked away when you heard the knob to your room on the snowpiercer rattling, and then being closed as his footsteps followed.

You didn't remember a lot before the train, you were just a kid when the old world came to an end.

You saw glimpses of grass and sunlight in your dreams, you weren't sure if they were dreams or just fragments of your imagination.

But even in your wildest dreams, you didn't imagine a bed this soft and a room this big. Big enough to fit the bed and two dressers and a large mirror. It was decadent and all you could wish for and more.

So it should make you happy to be here. In a comfortable bed like a princess. Shouldn't it?

It didn't. You wanted to enjoy this time while it lasted, but your gut told you that you were temporary. Just here to warm the leaders bed.

"Curtis…" your face heating up as he studied you, his powder blue eyes twinkling in the dim light, getting rid of his coat and cap. Goosbumps erupted all over your body as you held your soft comforter upto your chest,to give you some sense of modesty and dignity even if Curtis had taken it all from you and made you a woman just weeks ago.

You used fantasy to escape your grim reality quite often. It's easier to dream of a Prince Charming riding on a white horse to save you then to accept reality for what it is that you would've been stuck working in the greenhouse for the rest of your life… all alone.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" he hissed, tearing the comforter away from you, holding onto your wrists to reveal your beautiful breasts to him. "You're mine now. You can't hide from me."

"I'm sorry…" you hung your head in shame, and so you wouldn't be caught peeking a glance at Curtis pulling his shirt over his head, followed by him unbuckling his belt.

He was… beautiful. You never knew anyone could be so handsome. His shoulders wide, a light scattering of hair all over his torso, multiple scars on his body. But they only, strangely, made him more appealing to you.

He climbed on top of the mattress, nudging your knees apart and situating himself between them. He growled as he looked at your bare sex, using two of his fingers to part your lips as you hissed in pain.

"It's… I'm… sore," you explained when he looked up at you.

He nodded back to you, pushing barely an inch of his forefinger inside you, he didn't want to hurt you. Your pussy was clearly swollen and overworked. If he gave into his urges he would be sure to cause you pain, and even worse, lose what little trust you have in him.

He had suffered enough to last him seven lifetimes. He already knew he was going to hell for all that he had done. It wasn't like he could doom himself anymore by forcing you to be with him. And he deserved you. After all that he had gone through. You were his light at the end of one long and shitty tunnel.

He pulled his hand away when he looked at your face, pinched in pain. Instead settling on fondling your breast as he thought about how to take care of his erection.

He had taken your body four times the previous night, which was why you slept the day away. How he managed to go out and get stuff done, and be the leader was beyond you.

"You like what you see, princess?" He taunted you when he caught you staring at his hard cock.

The little pet name was initially what he used to mock you and how shy and delicate and innocent you were, but now he had come to cherish you. He wanted to protect you as if you were his sweet little scared princess and he was your brave knight.

You immediately averted your eyes and started sputtering nonsense, your brain froze and you literally didn't know how to answer him. And Curtis had made it very clear that when he asked you a question you were to give him a proper, clear and honest answer. Or face grave consequences.

"Um, yes?" Which was the truth. You had seen a few male genitals in your life, they were all… not very appealing. But it was different with Curtis. His was beautiful and intimidating at the same time.

"Then how about," putting his leg over yours, he crawled to the top of the bed, kneeling before you with his hard, pulsating length was right in front of your face. "You make me happy."

"Oh…" you simply stared. Your friend had told you that you were 'one lucky bitch' to have a man like Curtis who spends hours pleasuring you with his mouth, his fingers, and his manhood, but never forced you to return the favor. You didn't even know how you would go about doing that.

You had explored your own body before. Partly because of your curiosity and partly for some relief. But Curtis touched you in a way no one else could, he made you climax harder than you ever had before, you were pretty sure you passed out once from the sheer intensity of it.

But… how does one go about doing the same with a man's special place?

"Hm," you looked at his slit, it looked somewhat similar to your bud, you held onto his length, putting your thumb over his tip where the pearly liquid oozed out of--with which he often loved painting your whole body with, or pump you full of it and just watch it seep out of you.

You realised how bold you were, that you should seek his permission before touching him there, you looked up to see him pleased with your actions so you decided to keep going.

You lightly pressed your thumb on his slit, making him hiss, you whipped your head up and pulled your hand away.

"Sorry…" you sniffed, your vision becoming blurry as your eyes teared up, "I've never.. I don't know what to do. I'm sorry…" you sobbed.

"Stop," he said softly, wiping your tears away with his thumb.

You really were such a scared little lamb. Years of pent up frustration, where he had to make do with just his hand, didn't help making you feel safe with him either. But what the hell was he supposed to do when he had such a beautiful woman next to him as he slept?

"Just listen to me. Can you do that?" he asked, cupping your jaw as you meekly nodded. "Open your mouth as wide as you can," he told you, pulling on your bottom lip with his thumb.

Oh. It made sense. He puts his mouth on you so you should be able to do so on him as well. You opened your mouth with an 'ah', panicking just a bit when he put his hand around your throat, but he hushed you and asked you to relax. Since your body, mind and soul really did belong to him now, you immediately calmed down, knowing that he won't hurt you. Not too much anyway.

He pushed his length in your mouth. The taste wasn't at all what you expected. Not that you were sure what it would be like anyway. It tasted creamy and salty at the same time. You coughed and sputtered around him, your spit trailing down your chin. You thought that the mess would make him angry but then you recalled how much he enjoys the mess he makes of you.

He stopped when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat on his palm, "Good girl," he cooed, stroking your need. "Look up here," he ordered as you looked at him through your big doe eyes, "Keep looking at me okay?"

You didn't know if you were expected to give a verbal answer, because you couldn't… Not with a mouthful of Curtis. So you nodded the best you could.

"Hands on your thighs," he said as you put your hands on your bare thighs with the palms up. "Right now just sit there… just like that," he rasped as he pulled his hips back before bucking them forward, "And look pretty. Fuck… that mouth of yours… and it's all mine to do whatever I want with…"

He was making love to your mouth, just as he did between your legs.

You did as you were told, sitting and taking his assault on your mouth and throat. His ejaculate, your tears and your saliva drooling all over your lap. He was making love to your mouth, just as he did between your legs.

You could feel slick running down the side of your leg, not wanting to ruin the pristine white sheets and to create some much needed friction you closed your legs together.

He stopped his hips, the tip of his cock still in your mouth as he saw you squirming. "Touch yourself." He said.

Your eyes widened as you realised what he meant. You couldn't risk pulling him out of your mouth to protest. You were too embarrassed to do that in front of him as well.

"That's an order," he growled as he fucked in to your warm mouth, making you choke around him, pushing him closer to his release.

A shaky hand made its way to your core, past your pubic hair and between your thighs. You tried to emulate how Curtis touched you.

First he touched your thighs and kissed them all over. Then your ass and then he'd tease around your lips, torturing you for what would feel like forever before touching you where you most needed him.

You gathered your intimate juices, spreading them around your vulva before rolling your pearl between your fingers, moaning around his length.

"That's it, princess… come on, come with me," he groaned, slowly fucking into your mouth, holding off his release so he could watch you fall apart as he came in your mouth, one hand tangled up in your hair and another pinching and twisting your nipples.

Soon you were whimpering, you tried to tell him that you were close. Thankfully he seemed to understand as he picked up the pace. Fucking into your mouth till you could feel streaks of his release on the back of your throat.

You held onto his thigh so you could sit upright as your orgasm washed over you. Your nails digging into his skin as you screamed around his length.

"Swallow it all," he commanded as you gulped down all that you could.

You took in some much needed oxygen as he pulled his softening cock out of your mouth, your chest heaving as he laid down beside you and pulled you into his body.

He thought you'd want to sleep after. Since you were so swollen and tired. He'd have to take it easy on you from now on. Maybe use your mouth every now and then to give your pussy a rest.

But then…

Were you grinding against his cock?

He propped your chin up so he could look at your face, the most innocent look on it.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Um… are you done?" you asked, tracing a scar on his chest.

"You want something, princess?" he asked, pinching your buttock as you yelped.

"I was thinking… we could make love? It doesn't feel right not to. You know?"

"Right, of course, princess. Since you asked so nicely." He smirked as he climbed on top of you.

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brella-boi · 2 years

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2. Medic

When they arrived at the Sanctuary Islands, he learned this is where they lived. In a small home carved out of the large center mountain close by the sea. Just the two of them, siblings, yet oh so different from each other.

There he learned Tai was a local Prairie medic, looking after young moths and older skykids alike with illnesses and injuries. Sprains being the most common, or so he said.

Tai looked after him too, though his eyes looked uncertain, as opposed to the focus he provided his other patients. It unnerved him, to see the self proclaimed healer apparently struggle with his broken arm.

Mint on the other hand, was the house cook, and an apprentice to Samantha and Skidmore as a mage. Brewing potions and learning spells of all kinds, including ones to help with healing- as much as they could, anyway.

The siblings worked well together, and Mint’s cooking never seemed to get old. He grew close to that one. With their kindness and warmth, he couldn’t refuse them walks around the island. It was refreshing scenery compared to where he came from.

Days passed at the islands, and the medic only grew more concerned and lethargic. He was out of the home more often, and sleeping less. Eventually Tai sat him down to chat, a grim expression in his eyes. A bowl of soup for them both. He dragged a chair over to sit closeby, yet only just a few spoons into his meal Tai stopped himself with a sigh.

“I consulted every source I know. Friends, spirits, elders. Everyone. To find a way to heal your arm.” He paused to look at the broken limb with pain in his eyes. For days he watched as the skin got darker, as the veins spread further. Even his eye was infected from a hit. It just continued to spread. And if he was stuck weeks in Eden, with the arm not healing an inch from the injury, he was afraid it was too late.

“Your flame is too weak, and no medicine is improving your health.” Tai continued, a grim look crossing him as his eyes shifted to the side. “With the darkness spreading so rapidly, the best option is to get rid of it from the source.”

This hit the Ox bearer a little too hard, and he spilled a few drops of the soup against himself. Get rid of it? In what way? Did Tai want to do something drastic, something he wasn’t sure he hadn’t enough trust in the medic for? No, surely not. Surely he wasn’t suggesting-

“What? Ya want to amputate it?” The shock and disbelief of the situation made his mouth move for him.

The medic only fumbled around with his hands. Twisting and entwining his fingers together as he thought of a response. The pause in a reply, however, made the other dread the answer was a yes. Finally, he spoke, hands waving in frustration. “I don’t WANT to. But it’ll only get worse. You spent too long with the injury and krill.”

The proposition made it hard to swallow the warm soup stuck in his throat. It was true, he was there too long. He was there so long he lost all wings, all light, and hung by a thread. The decision was too heavy on his conscience to even begin to accept.

“I’ll never fly again…” He mouthed, mostly to himself and he fumbled to keep the bowl from slipping from his hand. Without both arms to use his cape, he wouldn’t be able to fly. Float at most, maybe, but not fly.

Tai grimaced. “It’s a consequence.” He looked defeated. Bested by an injury he wasn’t able to heal. “It’s your choice. You can let the darkness spread and kill you, or we…” He motioned with his hands to mimic scissors.

They sat in silence, neither able to look at each other, until Tai stood and patted his shoulder. “Think about it. I’ll give you a day and you can give me an answer once you’re ready, Chili.”

He left. Neither finished their soup.

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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bobohu4eva · 3 years

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Sweet Tooth (Part 6)

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Royalty AU, fluff, angst, eventual smut, mutual pining

Summary: Life as the palace baker got a lot more interesting after catching the devastatingly cute prince sneaking around your kitchen.

WC: 5.8k

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“Good morning!” You heard a familiar voice say and a smile lit up your face when you looked over to the bakery door to see who it was.

“Hi Baekhyun.” You replied. “You’re here early.”

Baekhyun usually showed up later in the morning or early in the afternoon but today he was there before the sun had even gone up.

“Yeah… I woke up a few hours ago and tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t so I thought I’d come down here.”

He was smiling as he said it, but it still made you worry.

It had been about a week since he’d come running to your room, and luckily his parents hadn’t pushed the marriage any further but you could tell it was still stressing him out. The last few times he’d come to see you he’d seemed a bit distant and on edge and it was starting to get worrisome.

Of course you understood why he might still be anxious about the whole situation, and about seeing you. At this point you both knew it was a bad idea. It was never supposed to go on this long and you never should’ve gotten so close to one another but now it was too late. You both had to be careful not to raise any more suspicions that could bring someone to say something to someone important.

“You know if it isn’t worth the stress, you don’t have to keep coming here.”

Of course you didn’t expect him to actually stop showing up, but you did want him to know that it was okay if it really was getting too risky.

He frowned, and you immediately regretted your words when you saw how hurt he looked.

“You really think I’d do that? Do you even know what you’re saying?” He ran his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. “I promise you, being able to see you here is the only thing that keeps the shitty feelings from eating me alive.”

“No, I didn't think you would, I just wanted you to know that that was an option, if things really do get too… dicey. You know we’re on thin ice already.”

“Don’t remind me.” He mumbled. “What a great way to start the morning.”

You let out a sigh. “I’m sorry, okay? Do you want me to make you anything? I don’t have much to do today anyway.”

As pouty as he was being, you knew he had a weakness. You could see a small smile pulling at his lips. “Only if you apologize for being mean to your best friend.”

“How was I being mean?!”

“You said that, like you wouldn’t even care if you never saw me again.”

He was quieter now, and the smile had quickly disappeared. He was hurt. Of course you hadn’t meant it like that, but that didn’t really matter now.

“Come on, you know I would care, of course I would miss you, but if it’s what’s best for you…”

“I know it’s stupid to be here so much okay? Can you stop now?” He snapped.

You kept your lips sealed after that. Baekhyun had never said something like that to you before, outside of playful teasing, but you could tell he was being serious now. You had to admit, it stung a little.

You watched as he walked over to his usual spot across the table from you and sat down, the grim expression on his face remaining unmoved. You weren’t going to speak again until he said something, so you got back to what you were doing, letting him sit there and sulk.

The minutes kept passing and he still didn’t say anything to you, in fact he barely even looked at you or what you were doing. You’d shoved a plate of reject macarons in front of him and all of his attention was focused on them now, although you knew his eyes were avoiding you on purpose.

He obviously did realize how risky it was, yet he seemed not to care. Hell, he didn’t even want to address it. That was the part that really stung, since getting caught wouldn’t only affect him, you would be in big trouble too. But he didn’t even want to think about that, he just wanted to keep pushing it and testing both of your luck it seemed.

After a few more minutes of working you heard a knock on the door before it opened, and you smiled when you saw your friend Kyungsoo, one of the head chefs in the kitchen next to where you worked. You and Kyungsoo had known each other for years, and had practically grown up in the palace together. He’d spent his whole life cooking, and was probably the best chef in the whole kingdom. He truly had a talent for what he did, and was someone you admired a lot. As teens you’d even had a few little flings, but in the end you were better off as friends.

“Hi Kyungsoo! Do you need something?”

“Yeah, actually. Someone wants a last minute quiche so I need you to make some dough, if that’s alright.”

“I’m not too busy, it’s no problem.”

You looked over to Baekhyun when you finally felt his eyes on you again. He looked tense.

“Thank you, y/n. I’m not too busy either, so just let me know when it’s ready!”

You expected him to leave after that, but he just stood there, seemingly deep in thought.

“Or, since I’m not busy either, can you show me how to make it? So I don’t always have to bother you about it in the future?” Kyungsoo asked.

“Sure!” You smiled back at him, glad that you had someone to take your mind off Baekhyun and his pouting. Though it did surprise you that someone as talented as him didn’t know how to make such a simple dough.

Kyungsoo made his way over to your work table and you started to gather all your ingredients. While you were grabbing the butter you noticed how Baekhyun was staring at Kyungsoo. You’d never seen him look so agitated before, and you hoped he wasn’t going to do or say anything stupid.

You started showing him the process of making the dough, but soon realized you forgot the water so you went to fetch some, and before you could even reach the faucet you heard Baekhyun’s voice.

“Please leave. She shouldn’t have to show you how to make it anyway.” He said to Kyungsoo, face completely blank.

Kyungsoo frowned, but quickly bowed, spoke a small “Yes sir” and disappeared again.

You almost couldn’t believe it.

Not once had Baekhyun bossed anyone around in front of you, and now he was being straight up rude.

Once you were sure you were both out of earshot you couldn’t help but speak up.

“What the hell Baekhyun? That was uncalled for.”

“Yeah well I didn’t want him here and I’m the one in charge.” He grumbled.

You couldn’t help but scoff at that. “I thought you weren’t like that.”

“Like what?” His eyes narrowed as he asked.

“Like an asshole prince who orders people around like they’re nothing. I thought you were better than that.”

With that you turned your back to him, making your way to the stairs that led to the basement. You needed to grab more flour, but you also just wanted an excuse to get away from him for a bit.

At first it seemed to work, and you made it all the way down the stairs without hearing a peep from him.

You sat down on a stack of bags of sugar and heard footsteps start to come down the stairs towards you.

“Come on, all I did was ask him to leave.” You heard him say, although you couldn’t see him yet.

You didn’t respond, sitting with your arms crossed waiting for him to come all the way down. Once you could see him, you gave him an angry look before responding.

“It was still rude. And worse than that, you could give someone the wrong idea. You can’t act like that if you want us to keep being friends.”

You hoped he’d get what you were saying without having to explain it to him. You weren’t sure if it was jealousy that had made him say it, or if he was still just in a bad mood, but it didn’t matter if others were already jumping to conclusions. You hoped Kyungsoo wasn’t too hurt and that he wouldn’t read into it too much, but knowing him he probably did. He was always a very quiet and even more observant guy.

Baekhyun just rolled his eyes at what you said, and you narrowed your eyes at him. “Sometimes I think that you wouldn’t even care if someone important figured out that we’re friends. You’re not the only one who would have to deal with the consequences of that, you know. I’d probably be even worse off than you.”

“Are you kidding? Of course I would care! I’ve told you a million times that visiting you here is all I look forward to nowadays, of course I don’t want that to stop.”

It was infuriating how dense he could be at times. You stood up, walking up to him and grabbing his hands.

“Then you have to be more careful, and you can’t act like that around my friends.” You said before letting go and turning to walk back up the stairs.

You’d made it up the first couple stairs before you felt his hand on your wrist.

“Y/n, wait. Didn’t you come down here for something?”

You had expected him to apologize, not remind you of the bag or flour you forgot about, but unfortunately he was right. However you absolutely were not in the mood to have him doting on you at the moment so you just stared back at him, hoping he’d get the message and leave you be, but he had other plans.

“Come on, what do you need? Sugar? Flour? I’ll carry it up for you.”

He wasn’t going to leave you alone, you could tell that much. You still couldn’t understand why he was always so careless when the two of you had so much to lose, and it still made you mad. You wanted him to apologize, and to be more careful, but he didn’t seem interested in that, still.

“You’re not carrying anything until you apologize and you promise me you’ll be more careful.” You said, pulling your wrist out of his hand and walking past him back down to where you had been.

“You should be the one apologizing to me for what you said earlier! You say I’m your best friend but then act like you wouldn’t even give a shit if I ditched you forever! That’s not much of a friend at all if you ask me.”

He was acting like such a child, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You brushed him off and started trying to haul one of the bags of flour over your shoulder to carry up the stairs but for some reason it felt even heavier than usual today. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t do much more than drag it across the floor. The whole time Baekhyun watched, arms crossed, with one eyebrow raised as you struggled.

“All you have to do is say you’re sorry and I’ll get it for you.” He chuckled as you finally dragged the bag to the bottom of the stairs. You didn’t respond.

When you started trying to hoist the bag up, one stair at a time, you knew you were screwed. You were pissed. As much as you didn’t want his help right now, you needed it. The smug look on his face when you sat down on the 3rd step made you want to cry in defeat.

“I swear to god if you tell me to apologize one more time I’m gonna lose it.” You didn’t look up at him as you spoke. He was standing in front of you now at the bottom of the stairs, and you were expecting another annoying comment from him, but to your surprise it didn’t come.

“Okay, fine.” He sighed, and you saw him extend a hand to help you up. You took it, and you were once again standing in front of him at the bottom of the stairs.

“Why did you ask him to leave like that? Kyungsoo is my friend, you know, and he’s the one who cooks most of your meals, so you shouldn’t get on his bad side either.”

You were hoping he’d at least be able to give you a good reason for why he’d acted like that, that maybe he needed to talk to you about something in private, but that was not the case. Baekhyun ran his hand through his hair, not wanting to answer since he knew he wouldn’t be able to lie to you.

“I didn’t like the way he was looking at you.” He eventually mumbled, barely intelligible but you definitely heard him.

Your eyes widened. Why would he be bothered by the way another guy looked at you? How did Kyungsoo look at you anyway?

“Looking at me how?”

“Like, just staring a lot. At you. It felt weird.”

You remembered what Jiwoo had said in the past. Did Kyungsoo look at you like that too? And did it really bother Baekhyun that much?

You didn’t want to keep making things more awkward so you decided it would be best not to take him too seriously.

“What are you, my dad? Me and Kyungsoo have been friends since we were kids, I know he isn’t a creep. You should apologize next time you see him.”

At that, Baekhyun rolled his eyes. He was quiet for a minute before speaking up again.

“Have you guys always been just friends?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. He was really doing this right now. He was more jealous than you thought.

“We decided a long time ago that we’re better off just as friends.”

He had a smug grin on his face and you gave him a questioning look.

“So I was right.”

“Pardon?”

“Doesn’t matter how much time passes, once a guy’s attracted to you that isn’t going to change. I’m sure you’ve only gotten prettier since then too.”

Prettier.

He needed to be more careful with his words. This was not good for you. You knew your face was red and that he could see it clear as day.

“Well it doesn’t matter how he looks at me since we’re just friends and that’s all we’ll ever be.” You said, trying your best to ignore what he had said. “Now are you finally going to apologize for being so careless?”

He rolled his eyes at you again, but when you shot him a dirty look he finally gave in.

“Fine. I’m sorry. I’ll try to be more careful.”

You could tell he didn’t really mean it, but at least he was still willing to say it. You gave him a small “thank you” and turned to walk back up the stairs, but his hand was back on your wrist.

“Can I take you out tonight? To make it up to you? There’s something way better than the tower and it’s out in the middle of the forest so we don’t have to worry about being caught.”

You scoffed. “Come on, you are totally just using this as an excuse.”

Of course you did want to go, but it was still impressive to you how quickly he was willing to twist things in his favor to get what he wanted.

“Okay maybe I am but I’ve been going to this place for a while and it’s really nice and I still owe you for that night I almost got us caught. Come on please?”

“And you’re sure it’s safe?”

“Yes, one hundred percent. Just don’t wear a dress, okay? Meet at the bench again.”

As much as you tried to act annoyed, you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of another late night outing with him. “Alright.”

He smiled and finally picked up your bag of flour, throwing it easily over his shoulder and walking back up the stairs with you.

You wondered what was wrong with wearing a dress, but you decided not to question him any further. Once you were back in the kitchen you couldn’t help but feel hyper aware of his eyes on you any time you’d have to go get something and your back was turned to him. You even found yourself bending down a little extra slowly when you dropped a rag on the floor. If he was already looking, you figured you might as well give him something to look at.

Luckily his mood was much better after that too. Whenever there wasn’t anyone else there he would go on about how fun it was going to be and how much you would love where he was taking you. As hard as you tried to act grounded, you were also way too excited.

You were done with your work for the day pretty soon afterwards and the two of you parted ways. The entire afternoon and evening seemed to drag on and on as you waited for it to finally reach half past midnight. After what felt like forever you finally slipped out of your room to sneak through the hallways to the garden.

As usual, he was sitting there already waiting for you when you arrived. He also gave you the usual hug, which you savored every short second of.

“I’m glad to see you wore pants,” he said, smiling, “because we’re going for a ride.”

Your eyes widened but he was already pulling you along with him to the stables at the far end of the garden.

“Uh, I’ve never done this before, are you sure it’s safe?”

He slowed down, looking back and giving you a reassuring smile. “As long as you hold on you’ll be fine.”

You let out a small “okay” and kept following him until he walked up to what you assumed to be his noble steed, and he got everything in place before easily stepping up and swinging a leg over its back.

He held out his hand for you and you gave him a nervous look. “Just put your foot there, and I’ll pull you up, okay? Do you trust me?”

Do you trust me?

Did you trust him? Sure, he’d gotten you into trouble before, or nearly had, but for some reason you still found yourself nodding. As selfish as you thought he could be, you still knew deep down that he cared about you enough to never purposefully put you in harm's way.

So, you did as he said, pulling yourself up as he helped until you found yourself sitting directly behind him. You felt his hands on your wrists as he guided them around his waist. “Hold on tight, yeah?”

You nodded again, locking your arms around him. He felt strong. You knew princes had to stay in good physical shape and know how to fight, and you could feel it as you held on to him. Soon you were moving through the woods at a much quicker speed, feeling the summer breeze on your skin. Holding onto him like this, feeling the wind in your hair, was euphoric. You almost didn’t want it to end but soon enough you were slowing down and you saw the sparkling of the moonlight over a large body of water. When you stopped he jumped off, and held out a hand to help you do the same. Once you had your feet on solid ground and you could properly look around you were amazed. There was a huge lake stretching out in front of you surrounded by dense trees, and you were far enough away from the lights of the town and palace that the stars reflected beautifully in the water. The only light came from the moon, stars, and fireflies dancing across the edge of the water. It was absolutely stunning.

You were so busy taking in your surroundings you almost forgot who you were with.

“So? Do you like it?” He asked.

“Yes, of course, it’s beautiful.”

He grinned and pulled you in for another hug. He took a blanket and spread it out on the grass for the two of you to sit on, and you gladly joined him.

In that moment everything felt almost a little too perfect. He had snaked his arm around you, as you both sat and looked out at the lake, enjoying the gentle summer breeze. When you turned to look up at him all you could see were his lips, and it took every bit of self control left in you not to give in and just kiss him.

After a few seconds you snapped yourself out of it and looked back at the scenery in front of you. You hoped he hadn’t noticed your wandering eyes, but realistically he probably did. It wasn’t so much that you didn’t want him to know that you’d like to kiss him, that was a given, you were afraid that he would actually do it. Something about the atmosphere there felt different, somehow even more intimate and romantic than your bedroom. It felt natural, to just lean over and press your lips to his own. It was almost magnetic. You found it more and more frustrating to have to fight it off.

“What are you thinking about?” You heard him ask you.

Your lips. That would be the honest answer, but you couldn’t dare say it out loud.

“Nothing important, frivolous things.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

You sighed.

“Just how things could be different, if we were different people.”

He sighed at that too, and you looked up at his face, which was still facing the lake. He knew what you meant, and of course he’d thought about it too.

“I’m sorry about this morning, I didn’t mean to make it sound like I don’t care about you, you know I do, but I was getting worried since you’ve been acting differently since the... marriage thing.” You said, having to steady your voice at the last two words.

“It’s okay. I know I’ve been acting weird. I just get scared that I’m gonna mess something up, I guess. Like I did today. You know the part that hurt the most was when you said I was acting like a stuck up prince. I don’t ever want you to see me like that.”

“I know you aren’t really like that, Baekhyun. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here with you right now.”

He finally turned to face you, giving you a warm smile. “Thank you.”

You smiled back, but soon turned away to look back at the lake when you started feeling shy under his gaze. It was quiet for a minute, until he broke the silence again.

“You’re the first person I’ve ever brought out here. Before I met you, whenever something would happen with my family and I needed to get away from it all, I would come here.”

“And now?”

“I just come running to you.” He chuckled. “But that’s why I wanted to show you this place. Something about it feels so peaceful, especially at night. Even on the worst days when I would come out here I would always feel better eventually. It’s the same way with you.”

You were thankful that the low lighting hid your blush. “I’m glad I can help.” You responded softly. “And thank you for taking me here.”

Your heart was bursting, knowing that you were the first person he’d ever taken there before.

“Why am I the first person you’ve shown this place to? Why me?”

“I guess I trust you more than anyone else. It’s a little hard to find and I like having it to myself. I didn’t want to tell other people because I was worried they would just come here for fun, when this place is really important to me. I feel like when I’m here I can actually think straight for once.”

“I’m that special?”

“Oh Creampuff, you have no idea how special you are.”

With that he laid back, looking straight up at the stars. “Do you know any constellations? I used to lay out here and map the stars sometimes. It’s been a while, though.”

“I know of a few, but I don’t know where they are. I hardly get the chance to go out at night.”

You laid down as well, and he soon pulled you close, letting you cuddle up to him as he pointed out different shapes in the stars. It felt unbelievably cozy, laying there with him. You were only half paying attention to him as you replayed his words again, how he said you were special. In the past, boys had told you the same thing, but it never felt real until he said it. With him, however, you knew it was true. Because you were here, in his arms, in his favorite secret place that he hadn’t shown anyone but you. He didn’t even have to tell you, you could just feel it.

He was telling you something about one of the constellations when you couldn’t fight it anymore and let out a yawn. It wasn’t that you were bored, this place and his presence just felt so calm and comfortable, you couldn't help but get a little sleepy, especially since it was already late.

“Tired?” He asked.

“Yeah, a little bit.”

“You can sleep for a bit, I’ll wake you up when it’s time to go.”

You nodded and he moved to bunch up the blanket into a makeshift pillow for you, before laying down next to you again. You laid back, and slowly felt yourself drifting off, though the sounds of the forest around you made it a bit difficult. Still enjoying the peacefulness of it all, you decided to just keep your eyes closed and enjoy the feeling.

A few minutes went by and you felt him moving, like he was sitting up next to you, although you couldn’t be sure. Another couple seconds passed and you swore you felt his breath on your face, as if he was hovering directly over you, but your eyes stayed firmly shut.

You felt something brush across your cheek, assuming it to be his thumb. You didn’t react. He was hovering right over you, and before you could form another thought you felt something softly press against your lips.

He was kissing you.

It took every ounce of willpower you possessed to stay still, and keep your eyes closed. He had to think you were sleeping. It pained you that you couldn’t throw your arms around him and kiss him back. There was nothing you wanted more than to spend the whole night there with him, kissing him under the stars.

His lips left yours far too soon and you almost whined at the loss of contact before having to stop yourself. Why did his lips have to be so soft? Why did it have to feel so perfect?

You wanted to cry. You had spent so much time thinking about what his lips would feel like against your own, and now you just had to lay there and act like it didn’t even happen.

What was he thinking? Just kissing you like that? Of course he probably thought that you were asleep and wouldn’t even feel it or remember, but still. Did he really want to kiss you that badly too? To where he just couldn’t help himself? And if he was willing to kiss you, would he do other silly things that he knew were reckless too?

Your mind was racing, but the feeling of his lips on yours was still at the forefront, making it almost impossible to think clearly about anything else. He kissed you. He really kissed you.

You wanted to feel it again. Would you ever get to feel it again, though? Realistically, probably not. It was incredibly foolish of him to do in the first place, but now that you both knew the feeling you hoped that somehow he would do it again. And maybe next time you’d actually get to kiss him back.

Since a few minutes had passed and you were feeling extra lovey-dovey now, you decided to cuddle back up to him. He put his arms around you right away too, much to your delight. When you were in his arms like this, you felt more secure, more at ease than you ever thought was possible for you. It was funny thinking back to when you first met him and how nervous he made you, when now you were each other's greatest sources of comfort.

The more you thought about it the more you realized that it wasn’t just a crush, or infatuation. Now that you knew him for who he really was, good and bad, it was more than that. Sure he could be pretty annoying and didn’t always think things through, but you still wouldn’t change a thing about him. He was Baekhyun, your Baekhyun, who was so sweet and silly and wonderful. In a way you even admired his fearlessness, despite the stress it caused you.

You loved him.

The more you thought about it, the more you had to fight back tears again. You were so helplessly in love with someone who you could never share that love with. He might not even love you back. Sure he’d kissed you, but he could still be acting purely on shallow desires. But what if he did? Somehow, that was even more heart wrenching. If he really was in love with you too, he would just have to go through the same heartbreak as you. So in a way, you hoped he didn’t.

Your mind went back to the first night you met with him in the garden. He told you he wanted to be in love, even if it was only for a little while. Just to know the feeling.

With that little memory, things started to make a lot more sense. How fearless he was about seeing you, how far he was willing to push it. If your intuition was right, he did love you. He wanted to make the most of the short time you had left together.

You hid your face in his chest when you felt a tear spill over. To your surprise he didn’t do or say anything, just moved a hand up to gently stroke your hair. As unlikely as it seemed, you wondered if he understood why you were crying.

Luckily it didn’t last long, and you tried your best to relax again, but you still felt your heart racing. You didn’t even realize how tense you’d gotten. Hopefully he hadn’t picked up on that.

Eventually your heart rate calmed down as well and you felt yourself actually dozing off. You didn’t fight it.

You felt movement and then a hand on your shoulder, gently shaking you to wake you up.

“The sun’s going up in a few hours, we should go back.”

You groaned, trying to pull him back down with you. He chuckled, pulling you up with him instead.

You whined even more when you realized how far you were from the palace, and that you couldn’t just quickly walk back.

“I know, I don’t wanna go either.” He said, standing up, and offering a hand to help you up too. Reluctantly, you complied.

The way back was slower, which you savored since it gave you more time with him. Although you didn’t really need to now, you still kept your arms locked around him, resting your head on his broad back.

He was uncharacteristically quiet and shy when he walked you across the gardens to the back of the palace. Part of you still wondered if he could tell that you’d been awake, and if he had seen on your face how the kiss had affected you. He knew you well by now, and was good at reading you. If he did, you hoped he wasn’t hurt that you didn’t kiss him back. But he couldn’t expect that of you, not with the situation you were in.

Of course part of you had wanted to kiss him back, badly. You were so far away from any other people, nobody would’ve had to know if you’d decided to do it. The two of you could’ve stayed there under the moon and stars enjoying the feeling of each other’s lips for hours.

It was what would come after that was too scary for you. You couldn’t be sure about him, but you knew that at least for yourself, once you gave in for good, there would be no turning back, no more acting like you were just friends.

You also thought about the way he’d look at you sometimes, like he did out in the rain that one night. Once he kissed you, and you kissed him back, would he want more? You had never been touched that way before, and as much as you loved him you weren’t sure if you were ready for that. Just thinking about him touching you, in places only your own hands knew, was slightly overwhelming.

Once you were back in your room and those thoughts were implanted in your mind, they were hard to get rid of. You tossed and turned at the memory of his lips on yours, but even worse were the thoughts of what kissing him might lead to. Thoughts of his pretty hands exploring your body, like his eyes already had and like you knew he wanted to. It made it that much harder to keep resisting him. If he kept tiptoeing on that dangerous line, you were inevitably going to give in and cross it together.

You still didn’t know if you were really ready, since it was something you had never experienced before, but you knew that thinking about his hands on your body made you feel something. Something that took over your mind and made any other type of thinking impossible. You kept trying to snap yourself out of it, to tell yourself that it could never happen anyway, but even as the sun started going up you found yourself hoping and fantasizing that he would give you what you craved.

You loved him, and you wanted him. All of him.

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#baekhyun fluff #baekhyun fic #baekhyun x reader #exo fluff #exo fic #baekhyun smut #exo smut #baekhyun #exo #fluff

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twistedmusings · 3 years

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Heartslabyul First Years Reacting to You not being able to sleep without something warm next to you during the winter.

A/N - Drabble headcanons are weird to write for me but has anybody else done the thing where they stick their pillow in the dryer for a like a few minutes so that you can have something to hug at night? Just me?

Now I think it is very obvious that I have a soft spot for Heartslabyul but if you guys would like to see the other First Years, drop me an ask!

-You have recently started to fall asleep in class a lot more, not really being able to keep yourself awake because of the lack of sleep. You didn’t necessarily need anything special to sleep but ever since you were little you found it a great comfort to be able to sleep with a warm pillow beside you. Something that you don’t terribly have in Twisted Wonderland.

-Leave it to Captain Obvious, Ace, to poke your side and immediately wake you up as you rub at the sore spot.

-”Finally caught you falling asleep in class~ Have you been sneaking out lately, prefect?”

-At first you want to keep quiet and not tell him about your predicament but tiredness overcomes you and you happen to let it spill that you haven’t been sleeping properly due to the lack of weight next to you in bed.

-Ace blinks before looking away, tapping his cheek as he tells you how he didn’t think that you were seeking that sort of company before you immediately correct him,telling him that you had meant that you wanted an extra pillow.

-Cue the laughter.

-”I didn’t know you were the kind of person to need to sleep with teddy bears! Is Grim not enough for you, Yuu! Or do you need something fluffier!?”

-You want to throw books at him until he shuts his mouth but you end up just sighing and shooing him away, putting your head in your hands as you wonder if you could maybe sneak into Scarabia and steal some of their decorative pillows.

-Ace certainly didn’t miss that response that you had given him.

-Fast forward to you getting ready for bed in Ramshackle, trying to think back to any activities that could make it easier for you to fall asleep. Maybe some tea and a really boring book?

-Just as you were about to head upstairs there was a knock on your door. To your surprise, the one behind it is none other than the Heartslabyul student looking at anything other than you as he held a pillow under his arm.

-There is nothing but silence between the two of you before he finally speaks up.

-”Are you going to let me in or not?”

-Ace starts spitting excuse after excuse as to why he came here today. You couldn’t fall asleep in class because then who would help him with notes? He would feel bad if you got yelled at by Crewel since you already weren’t doing great in that class anyway! He had an extra pillow in his room anyway and with the night getting colder and colder he didn’t necessarily want to walk all the way back to his dorm so now you owe him a favor and he is going to cash it in right now, please and thank you.

-And if you thought it was awkward on your doorstep, prepare for a good two minutes of both of you standing on opposite sides of the bed and wondering just what the sleeping arrangements for today were.

“Do...do you want to sleep here?”

“If that’s the only choice I guess I have--”

“Cause there’s other rooms.”

“Oh.”

-In the end he goes to the bathroom and you slip under your covers, shivering from the cold as you hug Ace’s pillow to your chest. As embarrassing as it was to admit, your eyes were already rather heavy from just the feeling of pressing your cheek against something warm. And it smell’s like Ace too. It smells like regular old shampoo but also a hint of cherry soap. You can’t help but smile as you think about how this dork would use scented soaps. Just the smell was giving you such a sense of comfort, enough to fall asleep to.

-You shiver when you feel him raise the covers, his knee on the mattress as you turn your head slightly to ask what he needs yet he seems to answer your question by making his way inside and laying his arm across you in a way that was just annoying enough for you to find it adorable.

-”Other beds were fucking cold.”

-You sleep better than you had since you first arrived in this crazy world, eventually turning around to lay your head on his arm and press your cheek against his chest. Warmest body pillow you’ve ever had.

-He finds you asleep in the library, head on some books as you catch up on any possible sleep available to you. Cue him being instantly worried.

-Unlike Ace, you smile when you see Deuce and immediately wake up, telling him that you are fine and that you were staring at a book for so long that you kind of just...drifted off. He doesn’t seem to buy it at first but the moment you start to explain the situation a bit more he is already sitting down and nodding along as you talk.

“Can you not sleep without something next to you?”

“I know. It’s embarrassing but...I don’t know. Ramshackle is always so cold and all the other beds are so bare that I can’t just grab a pillow out of nowhere. Even if I could they would probably be ice cold.”

-Cue Deuce going through a set of options in his head as he watches you struggle to go back to reading whatever textbook you were supposed to be reading for class. You are always finding yourself as the helper of most situations and for once he wants to be able to say that he helped you out as well.

-The words are out of his mouth before he truly realizes what he is saying, turning to you and asking if you wanted to borrow his pillow for a while. You blink at him before offering him a tired smile.

“Deuce you are...way too nice to me.”

“I--It’s just an idea! We have enough pillows at Heartslabyul so I don’t mind giving one to you, or maybe two? I can maybe sneak out three…”

-You stop him before he starts trying to plan a heist on how to get more pillows out of Heartslabyul, saying that one pillow would be more than enough and that you would find a way to heat it later. It is fun whenever you plan a sleepover with your Heartslabyul friends, telling Deuce that if he wants to invite Ace he can but that you don’t terribly want him knowing your little conundrum.

-Fast forward to nighttime with you lighting some candles in order to start warming up the room. A knock at the door stops you and you quickly go down the stairs to greet your friends. Grimm was already asleep due to some exam he had during last period that had knocked him out so if you were going to play cards you should do it upstairs--

-It’s just Deuce. You ask him what happened and he just rubs the back of his neck, telling you that Ace had gotten in trouble with Riddle again and was forced to stay behind in order to go over rules 500 to 530 with Riddle sitting right beside him. You both smile at the image that would make before you invite him inside.

-So it wasn’t really a sleepover now but more of a ‘I gave you my pillow and it is too cold to walk back so...I guess I’m staying here’ sort of deal, Deuce staring at the bed as if it was a live snake ready to strike at any moment while he put his bag down.

-It wasn’t embarrassing at all or nerve wracking at all. Why would it be? You were both friends and had gone through a lot together. You had built a bond and he was proud to call you his best friend! Just because you looked so different under the candlelight, hugging the pillow to your chest and moving your arms on it up and down so you could warm it up, it changed nothing between you and him!

-One of the candles snuffed out, one of the ghosts apologizing as he passed from your room to another and leaving you both in the dark as Deuce looked away from you. Yeah, he couldn’t do this. He was just going to grab his stuff and go to sleep on the couch but your voice stops him from moving, telling him that you would go to the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth and that he could change and lay down while you were gone.

-Deuce felt his face turn several shades of red as his head hit the pillow and waited for you to come back. His eyes were wide open as he looked at the window so hard it would have surely caught on fire if he were to stare at it any longer. He knew you would be gone for only a few minutes but waiting for you felt like torture! What if he fell asleep and stretched out on the bed, it would defeat the entire purpose of this!

-The door opened, the mere sound leaving him as stiff as a rock as you raised up the covers and slid inside, complaining about how you hated having to wear your school socks to go to sleep. He can only nod and keep his back to you, feeling the back of your hands press against his back as you hugged the pillow that he had given you to your chest.

“Hey Deuce?”

“Yes!?”

“Thank you so much. You have no idea how much you are helping me.”

-His feet don’t pull away when they feel yours press against his soles, instead choosing to close his eyes and pull his foot back so that it was pressed up right up against yours. While the beating of his heart certainly didn’t help, your breathing seemed to lull him to a pretty gentle sleep that seemed to wash away any sort of embarrassing emotions he had felt before.

-Only to have them surface right back up when you two are walking in the morning and you mention how you hadn’t expected him to be so warm that his foot over yours was enough to keep you warm during the night.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #heartslabyul #heartslabyul first years #ace trappola x reader #ace trappola #deuce space x reader #deuce spade #gosh I love these two so much just look at my booooys #available books

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five-rivers · 3 years

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Medium Despair

For @sapphireswimming

Danny woke up gasping for air and fighting against his sheets. By the time he’d recognized his surroundings, he’d already rolled off his bed. He dragged in ragged, shuddering breaths. He could breathe. He could breathe. He wasn’t suffocating. He wasn’t at school, in his locker or otherwise. He could move he could stand. He did stand, skin prickling with the memory of electricity.

“Sydney?” he called, softly. “Is that you?” He could see a glowing form in the corner behind his dresser, and with that dream there weren’t a whole lot of other people it could have been, but it was polite to ask. At least in Danny’s opinion.

The ghost slid out, slowly, flickering. “Sorry, Danny,” he said, and he really did sound remorseful.

Danny might believe it more if it wasn’t 2:20 in the morning on a school night, and this wasn’t the third time Sydney had done this. Still, Sydney was something like a friend.

“What is it, Sydney?” he asked. “Did something happen at the school?” Casper High was one of the most haunted buildings in Amity Park, which honestly didn’t make sense.

Danny had done his research. The school was old, sure, but Sydney was the only person who had ever actually died there. That didn’t stop the Lunch Lady, Technus, and a whole host of others from hanging around the place, although most of those others were pretty weak. Hardly strong enough to even interact with Danny or other ghosts.

Sydney shrugged.

“Then what’s wrong?”

Sydney looked down at the ground. The puddle of not-light he cast on the ground – visible only to only Danny and other ghosts – rippled and glimmered.

Danny frowned. “I have fun talking to you during the day, Syd, but I do have to sleep. I’m human, you know?”

“I know,” said Sydney.

“So why are you here?” asked Danny, briefly spreading his arms in exasperation and the dropping them to his sides again. He was still unsettled by the dream he’d just had.

Being close to ghosts while he was sleeping was just a recipe for nightmares. They weren’t always about their deaths, but more often than not…

Sydney’s death was a particularly unpleasant one. Danny did not expect to get back to sleep. Not tonight. Hence his annoyance.

“I need to…” started Sydney, before trailing off. “I need…”

“Sydney?”

“Warn you.”

“About what?”

“Not what they seem,” whispered the ghost. He looked away and phased out through the wall.

Danny’s frown deepened. Usually, Sydney was much clearer than that. Sometimes, talking to Sydney, Danny forgot he was talking to a ghost.

Danny sat down at the edge of the bed and tried to work a kink out of his neck. He caught himself scratching at his skin as if he wanted to pull it off a minute later.

It was always like this since the accident. Especially after he had a dying dream.

Forcibly, he stopped himself. His skin was fine. There was no electricity flickering under his skin. He was alive. He was safe. His body was his body. His body.

(He was not floating above it, light as air, staring at its waxy pallor, at the glassy, empty eyes.)

He was alive, alive, alive.

Awake.

Not dead.

Slowly, he laid back down on the bed. He was alive, awake. A medium, yes, associated with more ghosts than could possibly be healthy, either physically or mentally, yes, but alive. Definitely, clearly, alive.

He didn’t like it when ghosts woke him up. Especially when they came with ominous warnings about the future.

Maybe Sydney would let Danny track him down tomorrow, but Danny doubted it.

“Something’s off,” said Danny, staring up at the tall front of the school.

“Yeah,” agreed Sam, “it’s Spirit Week. When the teachers participate in medieval rituals to brainwash us into supporting the troglodytes that ‘represent’ our school in sports.”

“I was going to argue,” said Tucker, “but that is about what it’s for, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” said Danny, “I don’t think it’s that. Probably. Unless there’s a ghost that appreciate the pun?”

“You appreciate puns.”

“I’m not a ghost,” said Danny, frowning at Sam.

“That’s true.”

Danny sighed. “I just have a bad feeling about this. I know you can’t see like I can, but… be careful. If you do see anything weird, let me know.”

“Hey, Danny!”

“Oh, I changed my mind. Kill me now, I want to be a ghost.”

Jazz ran up and threw an arm around Danny’s shoulders. “You left so early!” she said. “Are you excited about Spirit Week, too?”

“No,” said Danny.

Jazz paused, looked at Danny more closely. “You look terrible,” she said. “Maybe you should talk to the counselor?”

“Pass,” said Danny.

“You know, you’ll have to talk to me in more than monosyllables at some point.”

“Do I?”

Danny rolled his eyes.

“Anyway, I’ve got to go to talk to Mr. Lancer about my speech! Have a great Spirit Week, guys!”

She ran off.

“I will never understand her,” declared Sam. “But I think she does have a point about the counselor. Maybe they’d be able to help with the nightmares? At least the non-ghost-caused ones.”

“All my nightmares are caused by ghosts.”

“Eh,” said Tucker, giving a half-shrug.

“Will it make you feel better if I agree to go?”

“Yes,” said both Sam and Tucker.

“Ugh. Fine,” said Danny.

Danny walked though the deserted hallway, pass in hand, study hall abandoned behind him as he looked for the counselor’s office. He’d never been there before, but it should be around here somewhere, right?

A cold hand settled on his shoulder.

“You must be Danny Fenton! Your sister told me all about you.”

Danny turned to look up at a tall woman. She was dressed a lot more flamboyantly than Danny would have expected.

“Yeah? That’s me. Who are you?”

“I’m Penelope Spectra. Your counselor! Why don’t you tell me what’s wrong with you?”

“Uh,” said Danny. There was something unpleasantly an unexpectedly pejorative and assumptive about that statement. Weren’t counselors supposed to tell you that there wasn’t anything wrong with you? That your feelings were valid.

He shrugged. He couldn’t put his feelings into words.

(Couldn’t open his mouth for fear of cold leaking out past his teeth, his soul exhaled with his breath.)

(Why did he feel this way?)

“Why don’t you step into my office?”

The room was… not what he expected.

“Sorry about the dust,” said Spectra. “I’m just moving in. They upgraded me.” She smiled, showing all her teeth. “So… like I said, your sister told me a lot about you, and I have a few things I’d like to try for your laz—Excuse me. Your difficulty with staying focused. It happens sometimes with traumatic brain injuries, that a promising young mind can be—Well. In any case. I am here to support you and find a way for you to succeed. What’s troubling you?”

Danny’s ginger perch on the dusty chair turned into a frustrated slump. “Nothing,” he said. He pushed himself back up. “I should go—”

“Oh, just humor me,” said Spectra. “There has to be some reason you came. Anxiety? Stress? Social pressures?”

Danny shook his head and stood up.

“Nightmares?”

He sat back down.

Danny leaned over the table to whisper to Tucker during English, when they were supposed to be reviewing vocabulary words.

“Have either of you seen the counselor before?” asked Danny, after what was easily the worst week of his life. He was starting to have suspicions, but…

“Yeah,” said Tucker. “When you were in the hospital. He was pretty cool.”

“He?” asked Danny. “He?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve been seeing a ghost for the past week.”

“Ghost therapist? Well, if it’s working…”

“It isn’t. She’s from hell. I swear. A literal demon from hell.”

“Exorcism?”

“Exorcism.”

Jazz didn’t often come to school after hours, but she’d left several important things and she was the student body activity director, voted for and everything.

Important thing #1, her speech, which she had to practice.

Important thing #2, the—what was that?

Already spooked by the late-night atmosphere, she ducked into a doorway and peeked at the place she’d seen movement. There weren’t many classes held down that hallway, and she didn’t come down this way often, so maybe she was just—

No. That was her little brother and his friends conducting some kind of satanic ritual over a wastepaper basket.

Their parents were terrible influences. She was going to give them a stern talking to when—what what what what WHAT—

What had she just seen?

She looked back around the corner to see the… whatever it was dissolve in smoke and fire and shadows. Then Danny and his friends started cleaning up as if this was a perfectly normal Thursday night.

Jazz… Jazz was going to process this. Later.

She turned around and walked straight back out to her car. There was, after all, nothing that important.

“So,” said Danny, leaning towards Sam on the bleachers as he watched his sister give her speech. “Looks like we saved Spirit Week.”

“Never say that to me again,” said Sam.

“But we did. Look at all this spirit-filled people.”

“You were literally the only victim.”

“But Sam~”

“It does seem less grim, though, doesn’t it?” asked Tucker, contemplatively. “You are no longer the goth bird of happiness.”

“Maybe a bit,” allowed Sam. “I think that’s just because everyone’s glad this week is over, though. No offense, Danny.”

“None taken. I’m glad it’s over, too.”

#danny phantom #phic phight #phic phight 2021

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SPOILERSSS for Twisted Wonderland Chapter 6 : 1-16!!!

*rubs hands* aight it wont take long before genshin has me in its gacha hell grasp again, I just barely escaped this time— NOW ITS TIME TO SEE THE BOIS CHAPTER 6 omg— wtf happened last time lol it’s been too long

So, no voice over because of some problems which is understandable but— meh I don’t feel like reading lol So I’m watching otome ayui translations this time, because im that one dumbass student who skipped kanji class and now i cant read without sounding like im five _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): “what up im yume im way passed 19 and i never fucking learned how to read”

Also watching Hanayura Kanon stream for the rest that’s not yet been translated lol Because he’s very good at voice acting for the characters and he’s funny af lol

- OKAY OKAY— WTF HAPPENED EXPLAIN

- Fun fact : I haven’t watched Hercules yet so I legit don’t know what’s about to come lol

- Aw, that’s cute— We called over Ace and Deuce late at night AND THEY REALLY CAME OVER AAAAA

- I forgot how fckin pure their friendship is _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

- Aight, so we actually have a huge-ass scratch from feral Grim lol That’s just fantastic, isn’t it

- FINALLY— We’re talking about Mickey and the stones my monster cat has been eating with Crowley AAAAA

- “Yeah there’s this bitch called mickey and i took his photo—“

- WE’RE FINALLY TALKING ABOUT THIS. AFTER 6 CHAPTERS.

- Bruh this crystal of blot sounds really dangerous why are we discussing this just now

- Speaking of this crystal, Crowley— you were looking for this crystal in chap one and when we asked you about wtf you’re trying to find you just went— “oH itS NothING.”

- I SUPPOSED ITS NOT NOTHING NOW IS IT

- I didnt see you searching for crystals after every chapter mr. crowley where were you 👁👄👁 dont you think it was weird that you didnt see a single one after like— five blotting incidents

- Oh so its rare i see— BRUH R U SURE ABOUT THAT grim literally found one every single chap LMAO

- Okay okay— see, he may be violent but listen— you aint gonna throw out my fucking cat okay

- Wh— THERE WAS A FESTIVAL!? Im dumb so its not just VDC LOL

- Listen LISTEN— GRIM IS FINE. HOLD UP— NO NEED TO THROW HIM OUT JUST LET ME HAVE ANOTHER LOOK AT HIM

- Aww, Ace and Deuce looked pissed about it too AAAAHH THE TRUE DEFINITION OF THE BOIS

- BRUH NO— ALL THE DORM LEADERS TO GO AND CAPTURE GRIM?? HE’LL DIE

- CROWLEY PLS— WE CAN TALK ABOUT THIS, HONEY

- #Grimportectionsquad

- “It’s bout time for them to come” Who?

- FUCKING— CROWLEY STOP SAYING ITS NOTHING— This is why this school is so fucked, you never tell us anything ahead of time _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

- Aight he left, Ace Deuce hurry help me what you guys got

- He may be a monster but see— the worst he did is eat the whole tuna stack SO PLS HES STILL BABY AND I LOVE HIM

- THATS RIGHT DEUCE MY MAN GRIM CAN DO NO BAD I SWEAR

- HE WOULDNT EVER AGAIN I SWEAR

- Ace ヽ(；▽；)ノ The character development— im so proud of you, son

- THIS IS THE BOISSS— LETS GOOOO

- Fuck this is so beautiful— just me and the bois on our way in the middle of the night to find our MISSING CAT I—

- CROWLEY REALLY DID ASSEMBLE THEM DORM LEADERS AAAAAAA AT THIS HOUR TOO WTF

- BRUH WE CAN TALK

- Kalim Kalim Kalim Vil Vil Vil— Pls we’ve been through so much last chapter ＨＥＬＰ

- Leona…A big fat ｍｏｏｄ honestly lmao

- Ey ey riddle pls— dont make this any more difficult—

- Shut up azul stay where u are all you’ve done is nothing but chaos since you arrive so SHHH

- MALLEUS IS NOT HERE AGAIN LILIA PLS— where is he when we need him the most LOL

- Ortho, your bro where?? Also— SURVIVAL STATUS BRUH—

- YES PLS DONT HURT HIM OMG

- oh i forgot idia lives in his tablet LOL OF COURSE

- Omg he’s in the apple trees still looking scary as shi aaaaaaa pls kitty come home u just had too much catnip

- OH GOD 15m HE’S CLOSE

- “Starting operation” ORTHO WHAT TF

- EY EY EY oh good he’s knocked out sighhh

- Aight I know this has been translated but I can’t help but to look at the original japanese and im just— wtf is RTS and TAS idia i dont understand this advanced gamer otaku language

- But Idia and Ortho really do be speedrunning on who can fucking kick my cat the hardest LOL

- THATS RIGHT IDIA You understand me— Fellow cat lovers unite, Grim is very cute, he can’t do no bad

- …so can i have him back pls—

- Can we just appreciate the fact that these bois are willing to take the risk of getting their heads chopped off by Riddle by doing all this for us??

- If this isnt what you call true friendship then i dont know what this is

- Lol ambrose is going to appear in this festival again and crowley’s prideful ass is QUAKING

- WHY are we not allowed to see him crowley im sure we can handle it— We’re the BOIS. CMON

- Imagine if they just summon a fcuking— magic vet or something lol

- It’s the next day lol

- HAH ITS THE VDC LOSERS BY ONE VOTE SQUAD

- I mean the NRC Tribe— ٩( ᐛ )و

- VIL. what you have my queen

- Vil pls dont remind me that my cat isnt here but thank you for saying thank you i do not deserve—

- AWW THE ADEUCE SQUAD LOOKS SO SAD AAAAA

- Vil i miss the bad bitch but absolute oneesan energy but the apology— yeah are we gonna cry again lol

- AAAAAAHH why am i so proud— THAT vil is apologizing

- You dont need to maam what we had in chapter 5 was a fucking journey i regret nothing

- I swear if rook goes like— bitch that aint beautiful imma bonk him I WILL DO IT dont think i forgot what u did last chap

- Man i love me a man who can openly admit his mistakes MMMGH

- Rook i swear—

- Im glad that we’re not toning down ace’s brutal honesty lol

- BRUHHH I DONT LIKE IT WHEN VIL US TAKING ALL THE BLAME i mean what he said was kinda true BUT STILL

- Cheer up Vil, it’s not like it’s a complete failure anyways (；ω；) it was fun at least

- Hearing Jamil encourage Vil like this feels surreal BUT YES BOI U TELL EM

- What is this beautiful character development

- Ooff way to hit where it hurts the most vil my queen lol

- AAGH IT HURTS VIL RECOGNIZING NEIGE’S HARDWORK LIKE THIS— THE PRIDE I CAN FEEL IT ＣＲＡＣＫ

- Bruh we appreciate Neige’s impeccable smile in this household— REMEMBER WHEN EVERYONE WAS LIKE NEIGE’S GON BE A BAD BOI??? WELP—

- It was me, i was that person and i shall drown in apple juice for it

- Of course, the ultimate Neige simp already knows that lol

- Bruh the background music has no business being this sad　ｓｔｏｐ

- I hate it when vil is right sometimes omg— TRUEEE KALIM especially wouldn’t be able to stand properly on stage after knowing Neige’s own hardships aaaa

- NOO BABY DONT CRY

- Vil redemption arc??? 👀👀 you can help us cure our cat—

- !? Are we gonna get that money promised in that poster?? 👀👀

- WHAA FUCKING WAHAA VIL IS GONNA PAY THAT US??? THE WHOLE 5 MIL EACH??!! VIL CALM DOWN WHAT I SAID WAS A JOKE

- Damn vil is ＳＴＡＣＫＥＤ He really didnt want to owe anyone anything LMAO YES QUEEN

- WHA— KALIM IS ACCEPTING??? OUT OF EVERYONE HERE, I DID NOT EXPECT YOU TO ACCEPT THAT KALIM

- Kalim is making my heart go boom boom again baby boi ✨👁💧👄💧👁✨✨

- HE’LL DONATE IT TO THE RAMSHACKLE DORM BABY BOIIII

- …sumimasen kalim for having a very rundown dorm 👁💧👄💧👁 but thank you for being nice about it lol

- OKAY OKAY KALIM YOU DONT HAVE TO LIST ALL THE THINGS WRONG IN MY DORM PLS—

- THIS IS EMBARRASSING PLS KALIM IM SORRY FOR BEING POOR

- But this man be such a sunshine holy shit i cant even be mad about it lol

- AW YEAH RAMSHACKLE DORM IS GONNA GET A MAKEOVER

- EVERYONE BE DONATING THEIR MONEY TO US AAAAA Were they always this NICE

- Aight adeuce pls— y’all dont have to force yourself to donate my guys (´；ω；`) being friends is enough lol i get it my bois

- Find me a man who can make me feel like this the way Vil can

- Man if only Grim is here :’) he’d be soo happy :’)) you can have all the tuna you want buddy :’)))

- GRIM PLS ADEUCE IS WILLING TO TREAT YOU TO LUNCH BABY

- Bro this is so wholesome omg

- Im sorry but still up to this day, my understanding of Epel’s accent is still　ｌａｃｋｉｎｇ lmao

- Aight they be talking about how Rook already knew that they were going to lose from the very beginning

- The FORESHADOWING LOL The difference with how Rook said “What a wonderful performance” rather than “What a beautiful performance” sigh

- Honestly we gotta respect Rook’s resolve here lol man just knows what he wants

- Rook and Vil’s friendship lmao

- 👁👄👁 …!?

- EARTHQUAKE WTF How dare you ruin such moment—

- WHAT IS GOING ON

- EY WTF DONT DESTROY MY DORM WTF ARE YOU GUYS

- WHAT ARE THESE ROBOTS OUTSIDERS KILL THEM WITH FIRE

- They look like something that belongs to the Ignihyde dorm HUH

- Oh bruh— Vil in his Dorm Leader mode is so cool AND YES I KNOW THIS IS NOT THE TIME BUT wheww~~ Vil YAS QUEEN

- KALIM TOO AAAAAA JAMIL’S 「はっ！」SO COOL

- so SO— the dorm leader’s have a protocol for outsider attacks like this 👁👄👁 OMG THEY’RE SO HOT

- They don’t seem like our bois anymore aaa just pure professionalism at this point—

- GOD I FORGOT HOW COOL THEY ARE OMG

- HEEEYYY OUR DORM IS GETTING DESTROYED WTF ARE THESE GUYS’ PROBLEM

- We were just talking about renovating it too wtf

- AAAAAHHH HOW DARE YOU— VIL R YOU OK

- Bruh i dont know what is going on but dont touch my man’s face

- They’re targetting Vil and Jamil WHY— overblot men!!??? WHERE ARE YOU— GIVE THEM BACK

- I didnt understand what epel said here lmao BUT—!?

- THEY HAVE GRIM TOO FUCK HE’S BACK LET GO OF MY FUCKING CAT

- WHAT IS GOING ON DARLINGS

- BUDDYY >:’0000 Grimmm MY HEART—

- Are they kidnapping the overblot men?? What— the fucking absolute ｂａｌｌｓ on these robots

- God we’re getting absolutely ｆｕｃｋｅｄ in here

- AND THERE’S A CAULDRON IN THE BACKGROUND LOL DEUCE WENT HAM

- BRING ME BACK MY FUCKING CAT— >:’0000

- I thought there’s going to be a festival not a fucking kidnapping event HEY

- Oh 👀 Rook pls help

- AAAHH SERIOUS ROOK IS HOT—

- IS THE OTHER DORM LEADERS CHILLING WHERE ARE THEY KALIM PLS BE SAFE

- OH RIDDLE IS NOT ANSWERING THEY GOT HIM TOO

- Oh ghad they got him during clubs WTF HOW—

- *nervous hornii chuckling* …angry expression silver 👁👄👁 im sorry

- AAAA Dorm leaders actually be acting like dorm leaders is soo cool i cant—

- Bruh the story is all chaos what is this chapter

- Are they gonna get Leona and Azul too what—

- RIDDLE BABY Jesus christ dont overblot like this again lol

- DAMN HE STRONG FOR A SMOL BOI THO

- Whoever made these robots wtf is their deal lol TO BE ABLE TO BEAT A DORM LEADER—

- …Bruh where is our horned friend when u need him

- Silver and Sebek theorizing with dorm leaders but they took Jamil tho?? It’s probably the overblot men they’re after

- Also Malleus is probably good so you two calm down lol Lilia’s probs having tea with him right now

- Okay, Leona how are you going to get captured KING.

- Omg everything is getting destroyed wtf

- AW LEONA SAVED RUGGIE THATS CUTE AND COOL AF

- Bruh leona these are material robots— cant you just turn them into sand lol

- Oh they do have some kind of brand cmon just turn them into sand pls

- WHAT THE FUCK

- LEONA-SAN!? WHY ARE YOU GIVING UP— OJI-TAN!!!

- OLD MAN WHAT—

- *hearing leona whisper his reasons ✋ 👁👄👁 🤚 okay sir im sorry

- Damn Leona acting like a real prince right now— it’s kinda hot 👀👀

- BRUH PLS COME BACK DONT TALK LIKE YOU AINT GONNA

- BRO WHERE ARE THE TEACHERS

- THE BOARD GAME CLUB

- Idia : “bro we just chilling be cool— MY CHESS PIECE“

- “Aight ortho what’s the situation” “ｆｕｃｋｅｄ＂

- So Idia of course knows about this— why does he look like he’s so done lmao me getting the feeling this isnt the first time idia has encountered this situation before lol

- Man i want to see azul in action too but mehh— Idia told him to settle down cries

- LOL WHAT IS THIS KARONE ROBOTS

- Wait— are they taking idia too?? OH IS THIS THE DOING OF IDIA’S FAMILY

- WHERE IS CROWLEY— THE TEACHERS, YOUR IMPORTANT STUDENTS ARE GETTING KIDNAPPED

- AH THEY ALSO KNOW ABOUT THESE STYX BITCHES WHAT— and they’re just letting them GO whaaat

- Sounds to me that this must be idia’s family taking care of the overblotting students?? Like to protect Idia or something?? I DONT—

- “Gather all the dorm leaders” No, sir, they’re already gone besides my sunshine and the horn boi

- Malleus??? 👁👄👁 TSUNOTAROU

- Pls kill the robots they destroyed my place

- AAH UPSIDE DOWN LILIA long time no see lol

- Bruhh the diasomnia students are so lucky to have Malleus as a dorm leader omg

- BRUH LILIA’S RINGTONE IS SO CUTE LMAO

- Kalim sounds so desperate im so sad

- ARE WE— ARE WE GONNA MEET MALLEUS AGAINNN

- Bruh they just goku teleported their way out of the dorm lol

- AAAAHH EVERYONE IS HERE THIS IS SO FUN

- Wait jack is not here lol did they just forget about him wtf

- Oh shit we here too i did not know LMAO

- S-So are we just gonna..continue school like— like these styx bitches didnt just ruin half the school, my dorm, injure my bois, and took my cat or…???

- GASP AAAA STYX IS A BLOT RESEARCH FACILITY WHAAAT

- So that’s why leona and idia be like bro this is not worth it

- O-Oh yeah— they…they didnt know that Vil overblot— PFFT

- Malleus pls information who are you talking about—

- WHO— LILIA MALLEUS OH NO

- Ey, overblot squad are assembled lol this looks so dangerous

- LMAOO Riddle was sleeping on Leona’s lap for three hours THATS SO CUTE

- Where the fck did they take them, ITS CRAMPED AF

- Bro they’re just exposing Vil and Jamil’s overblot that’s supposed to be a SECRET LOL

- Oji-tan can sound so wise and reliable like this if he really tried lol sugar daddy energy

- Wtf these guys never thought that idia was from a big shot family??? They thought it was just coincidence that they had the same family name PFFT

- AZUL AAAA He was right there my guy BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY MAN

- oh. They finally opened— isn’t this the ignihyde dorm what

- WHAT THE FU— IDIA

- Bro— WHAT WAS THAT IT WAS IDIA ALL ALONG???

- WHAT IS THIS CHAPTER

This chapter is a fucking roller coaster like— literal 0 to 100 ＱＵＩＣＣ From having a moment with Vil and the bois to a FUCKING TERRORIST ATTACK LMAO IM HYPED FOR NEXT CHAP—

It’s been so long, I hope they released the next part soon (๑>◡<๑) I forgot how fine these men are lol at least I want to hear their voices again 👁👄👁

#twisted wonderland #spoilers #chapter 6

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